Detroit: Become Human x Reader

RK900 - Only for You

My writing sucks SHIT right now cause I'm sick?? Can't make words in my mind. These pieces of fucknut writings will be much better when I'm not sick anymore. I have so much bile in my mouth it isn't even funny anymore. Next one shot will be either Connor or Kamski, whichever one I finish first... idk man

Finally, fuckin' finally you caught those stupid ass vigilantes that thought they were helping you guys out. Not true actually, they'd scared away three of your suspects in an up and coming murder case of a woman. You, Anderson, Connor, Reed, and Nines hadn't caught the murderer yet, but at least those stupid fucking assholes were out of your way and the case could easily be solved now. Of course, you, Gavin, and Hank decided to do the most human thing to do in accordance with celebration - get totally fucking wasted.

"Jus one more, you got it!" You yelled over loud music at Gavin as he twiddled another shot in his fingers. He looked at you, one eyebrow cocked, then back at the drink, before downing it and slamming the empty glass on the table. You cheered, throwing your hands up in a drunken haze. "Another, I wanna do one too," you said, leaning across the bar to tap the busy bartender on the back. He glared at you, before filling another shot up.

"Y/N, I believe you should stop. I need to take Hank home, and I think you should come with me," you heard Connor speak, whipping your head around as he tapped you on the shoulder. "Why does Hank need to go home?" You asked, looking rather morose. "He's passed out," Connor said, gesturing to Hank, the body passed out in the seat next to you.

Your attention was taken back to drinking as the bartender gave you your next shot. You quickly downed it, laughing a little.

"I can take care of them, Connor," came a sultry voice you could just barely recognize as belonging to Nines. Nines was... an interesting character to say the least. Insistent on being an emotionless machine, but most people could tell he was not. Always completed his mission, and never deviated. And holy hell he was hot. Of course you knew that Connor and Nines were basically identical and you having a crush on Nines was as good as having a crush on Connor, but Nines acted different. He was always so cold and calculated that when he showed glimmers of emotion it was so much more special. It clashed greatly with Connor's 'happy-go-lucky-' attitude.

"Come now, Y/N, Gavin, let's get you home," Nines said, guiding the both of you down from your seats to stumble confusedly on the floor. Nines quickly paid for the expense of your drinks, and led you out the door.

"God, you're a lightweight," Gavin laughed, patting you roughly on the back. Slurring, you told him to fuck off. "My apartments just up here, I'll be fine," Gavin said, blinking a lot and attempting to look sober. Nines raised an eyebrow, but agreed. "Call me if you need anything," Nines said as Gavin turned to leave.

"Where's Gavin going?" You asked, partially leaning on your friend. "Home. Which is where you're going," Nines declared, pulling one of your arms over his shoulder to support you. "You're too tall for this," you muttered, feet barely touching the ground as Nines continued walking. All you could think about, even while drunk, was Nines. How nicely he was built, how he made even turtlenecks look good, his stupid perfect hair. "God you're so perfect you stupid fuck," you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. He looked down at you for a moment before continuing to look ahead. "Thank you," he said quietly.

The rest of the walk there was silent, save for your pained moans. It didn't especially feel silent considering how loud your thoughts were and how your anxiety was still churning, dulled by alcohol, but still there due to your close proximity to the man you held a very deep, very embarrassing crush on.

You felt a hand reach into your jacket pocket, pulling out the keys to your house and unlocking the front door. He took you inside, setting you down on the couch, and left your vision. "I'm going to make coffee," he said, turning on what you identified to be the coffee maker. "I don't drink coffee," you said, rubbing your head and trying to stand up. "Why do you have a coffee maker then?" He asked, looking over to see you walking toward him.