the ultimate psychiatrist has always helped poeple with their problems, and now she helps everyone keep a level head while trapped within the Hopes Peak walls. that includes the ultimate biker gang leader... However, she has a strange kind of gift, and a morbidly depressing kind of secret. Her and the biker are more alike then you may think! WARNING: this story contains language, violance, and graphic content not suitable for anyone under the age of 13. Viewers discretion is advised.

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Detroit Become Human number 2 makes it's way into the media, as well as news about you being Connor's android lover. News also sparks about the divorce between him and Amelia. The marriage wasn't holding up, as secrets were being hidden. (cover made proudly by me) "Bryan...I'm- I'm sorry. That was your dream, she was your dream, and it's all gone" The rain began to pour harder onto the metal roof of the car. "Maybe, but you're my new dream"

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

||Connor RK800 x Reader|| Your father asked you to be apart of a Cryostasis pod test back in 2018 and that was it! You didn't think it would last for too long he promised you only spend 2 months in it. NOT 20 YEARS You ended up staying in your pod for 20 years until you were found by Connor and Hank in the year 2038. Now you need to find out what the hell has happened over time and you feel something is off about yourself. So you plan to get some damn answers! This is the beginning of both of your stories intertwining together... Now you work together with Hank and Connor to catch Deviants who are androids that have gone against their original programming. (Story by me) (Cover I put together using images from online UwU) (I don't own Detroit become human) (I don't own Connor) (I don't own you) Started writing: July 1st 2018 Finished: April 14th 2019 Thank you for taking the time to read this story!

*Follows the storyline of Detroit: Become Human* You've been working at Detroit City Police Department for a few years, being in the police force had been you're dream job since you were a child. Currently, you investigated human crimes. Recently, you've been given the task of investigating cases involving deviant androids. The sudden change from investigating humans to androids is going to be tough to get used to, but you knew you could handle it. They also decided to partner you up with Hank Anderson, which surprised you considering he hated androids. You had nothing against androids, unlike you're partner, Hank. You had no reason to hate them, they had never done anything to wrong you. Most of them are actually quite nice, not counting the deviants. Hank had always been like a father to you, and like any other human he would easily get upset and angered, sometimes even lashing out on you. You knew that he never meant any of the harsh words, so you stuck by his side. When you were both assigned to the same investigation, you had both decided to go to the bar to celebrate. Everything seemed fine, until an android walked into the bar. Everyone watched as he approached us. "Lieutenant Anderson, Detective (l/n), my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife."