"Hey Con', could you pass the tomato paste? I swear, I'm not going to fuck up the spaghetti for the second time this week." You turned around, hoping to see your ever so helpful partner with the ingredient you required for the meal you were currently preparing. "Connor?" Calling his name again, you peered out the doorway to do a lazy sweep of the area, searching for the android that was meant to be aiding you. "Oh for fuck sake, do I have to do everything?" Your head craned back, scanning the kitchen for the punnet you were looking for. Even then, you hadn't acquired your target, unable to pinpoint the exact location of the ingredient. You uttered another profane word and stormed out into the living room, already exasperated.
"CONNOR!" You screeched over the calm, easy-going melodies of music being played in the background. This was generally a common situation, though your partner was usually helping you cook, not buggering off to Neverland where you couldn't find him. The music often repeated at this time of day, giving you something to vibe to as you scurried around in the kitchen. Today, the music was soothing and tranquil, unlike your set temper. "Where's the fucking sauce at?" It got to the peak where you didn't care anymore if he was listening to you or not, you were venting to the open air and the artist providing the vocals to the song attempted to settle your nerves, a poor endeavour in your eyes.
"What's this song called (Y/N)? I've never heard this one before," a sleek, level disembodied voice sang in your ears, taking possession of your attention. You paused to listen for a second, your cheeks growing hot as you identified the song emitting from the speakers. This was one of your favourite songs, one you had made a lifetime commitment to.
"Finally // beautiful stranger, Halsey, Manic, twenty-twenty," reciting the fact in a heartbeat, a living encyclopaedia for music. "The tenth song on the album," you finished to the voice you knew all too well as Connor, crossing your arms as the strumming of the guitar strings paralysed you, hitting you with a brick you liked to call nostalgia. A timeless song, one that had your heart and soul forever, preserving it in the lyrics, the instruments, the tune, all of it. Not a song so easily forgotten. It sent shivers down your spine, easing the tension that had you in its chokehold. Dismissing the task at hand, the boiling noodles in the kitchen were abandoned, leaving it to its own devices. You had taken up a new mission, ordering for the song to be rewound and replayed.
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Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800 One Shots
Fanfiction(discontinued/completed) A bunch of one shots about you and our blue-blood-licking, android detective, baby boy, Connor! Just get lost in the world of Detroit all over again. | Writing and extra characters are mine, everything else belongs to its or...
