Detriot: Becomes Human (One shots)

Why didn't you shoot?

Connor x female!Reader

- Fluff

- Signs of deviancy

- Reader is a detective

- Deviant is a copy of you, although you're human, they used you as a model to help with some of their cyberlife Android's.

(Before we start, I'd like to say that I HAVE NOT FINISHED THE GAME I'm currently watching Jacksepticeye's playthrough and I will not watch any other play through until I'm finished watching his. I do not know the ending of DBH, so please don't spoil it for me, but from what I've seen of certain characters personalities so far, I'll use in these one shots.)

(Please give request as long as they don't spoil much 💕)

I watched as they ran away. An Rk-780... My exact model sprint around the corner, disappearing into the nights shadows. I turned to Connor, his eyes still on the corner that the deviant turned. He put the pistol into the back holder before turning around, walking the other way. I turned toward Connor, watching as he began to leave the area. I followed close behind him, a comfortable in a way silence until we made it back to the car where Hank was leaned against the trunk. 

"Where's the deviant?" He asked. 

"The deviant escaped, lieutenant." Connor reported. Hank smacked his lips, pushing himself off the vehicle.

"I hope you have a good reason for letting it escape." He said, walking to the front seat and climbing into his beat up car. Connor stayed silent, opening up the back car door before walking around and getting into his seat beside Hank. I climbed in, putting on my seat belt before letting my head fall back as Hank played his Heavy metal.

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I looked out the window to see the front light. I frowned. 

"Why are we at a bar, Hank?" I asked, turning to the man in the driver's seat. 

"Because I need a fucking drink 'cause of you headaches. But I'm going in. You two stay out here, got it?" He said before climbing out. I sighed, leaning forward and placing my forehead on the back of Hank's seat. 

"Great." I mumbled. I heard shuffling before Connor's smooth words spoke, 

"You're energy level has dropped drastically. You should get some rest, Detective (Y/N)." He said. 

"I'll take over Hank's couch." I mumbled. Connor was silent again before I heard the clinking sound of his coin going back and fourth between his two hands. I chuckled, looking up to watch him fling it back and fourth with ease. 

"Connor." 

"Yes, Detective (Y/N)" 

"Why didn't you pull the trigger on that deviant?" I asked. Connor stopped the coin.

"I... I couldn't handle the thought of killing you." He answered, now fidgeting with the quarter in his hands. "I was fully aware that the deviant was not you. But the thought wouldn't let me pull the trigger." He explained. 

"Why would you care whether you killed me or not? You're a machine, Connor. You have no emotions." I said. 

"I was not programmed to have emotions, detective. But I think there's a flaw in my wiring." He said, his eyes trailing out of the window. 

"What do you mean?" I questioned. He turned to me, shifting his body so he could turn around on his seat.

"I do feel some emotions, but there's one really weird one. One... It makes my coding twist and turn, my capability of reconstruction and analyzing... It glitches. But... It only does when you're in my presence. As if you somehow affect my ability to focus." He explained. "As I say this, my processing system is malfunctioning. And instead, being replaced with you... And only you... This has never occurred before." He explained. I stayed silent, listening to his words. His eyes stayed on mine as he looked for a reaction. "Your heart rate moved up to a rapid pace, blood is also running to your cheeks, causing them to change into one of the primary colors, red." 

I covered my cheeks with my hands, looking away and hoping that my face will stop burning. He leaned over and gently grabbed my wrist, moving it down to my lap. 

"Don't cover your face, Detective. I... Think you look... Cute... With double the amount of blood in your cranuim." He smiled. I chuckled slightly, looking away from his absorbing brown eyes. 

"How would you know what cute looks like?" I asked, looking away. His hand found my chin, gently turning it to face me. 

"Cute was the only word my software could locate for you. So I do know what cute's appearance is, because she's in my presence." 

I felt my face hear up more, not wanting to admit that having Connor leaned over the chair toward me, one hand on my chin and his eyes Locked on mine, and fhe fact that a mostly confused andriod was flirting with me, was a bit overwhelming. 

"What else is your software saying?" I teased. Maybe flirting with him will throw him off, he's a detective andriod, not a lover andriod. I shouldn't even be this way around him, so why am I by just a few measly little comments? 

"It's telling me to kiss the one claimed as cute." He answered. My eyes flicked down to his lips. No, this is wrong, he's my partner- an andriod-! A machine-! It's not like he has emotions-! He's just faking love! 

His hand moved to my neck, pulling me close to him. I subconsciously leaned in and closed my eyes.

Once his lips connected with mine. I lost it. 

All the stress on my shoulders from the deviants case, all the worry, all the weight, just vanished. All I could think about was Connor's warm lips mine and his hand slowly tangling itself up in my hair. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, intertwining my fingers with his hair as well, feeling the traces of some gel in his Raven locks. Connor didn't seem to mind that I was completely ruining his perfectly geled back hair. I was the first to pull away, catching back some breathe. 

Connor smiled at me, moving his hand from my neck before turning back around, facing the windshield. Right then, Hank opened the car door, dropping himself into his seat before slamming his door closed. He turned to Connor. 

"What the fuck happened to your hair, tin can?" He asked. 

"I was interested in doing something different." He answered. 

"Yeah, Well, it looks like a fucking rats nest so fix it when we get home." 

"Yes, Lieutenant." Connor nodded. "I may be a detective, but I'm sure I can change your hair as well. Would you like your hair cut, lieutenant?" He asked. 

"If you even come near me with a pair of fucking scissors, I'll goddamn scrap yah." Hank threatened. 

"What about you, detective (Y/N)?" He asked, smiling as he turned to look at me. I chuckled at his adorable personality. 

"No thank you, Connor." I smiled. 

"You can change your mind at anytime. I doubt you will, but adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features." He winked.

(Word count: 1183)