Nicole Westwood has anxiety. So bad, that it's hindered her social life for her entire life. At 18, she's never experienced anything- a first date, a first kiss, a first boyfriend. After graduating high school, her parents worry that she is too much of an introvert and will never gain the social skills she needs to make it in the real world if she doesn't seek help. Her mother makes her an appointment with a therapist who goes by the name of Michael Jackson. He has excellent reviews on Yelp, but will he help Nicole in more ways than expected? PLEASE NOTE: - Michael is not famous in this story. - If age gaps bother you, don't bother reading. - There will be explicit verbal and sexual content; if you are under 18, I am not responsible for what you are about to read.

"If nature has taught us anything it is that the impossible is probable." The course of Connor's life as an android changes when he meets Sergeant Lee Hart. He meets her at the same bar a day before he meets Hank. He goes to look for Hank that night only to find Lee. She offers him to sit next to her and share a drink with her to which Connor declines. Lee then makes a bet that if she flips a coin and it lands on tails, Connor stays and if it lands on heads, he can go. Connor agrees and with a flip of a coin, his entire fate changes as Lee enters his life. She along with Hank began to make him question his obedience to Cyberlife, but at what cost? The probability of an android falling in love with a human is highly unlikely....right? Disclaimer: Follows the games story loosely with added in parts and fillers. Time leading up to the Detroit Android rebellion is a bit skewered. This story deals with racism that both my black OC experiences along with androids. If that bothers you, don't read! :) (Cover is made by qlossxier ! Check her out! ♡)

"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|