#yandere connor

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Y! Young Justice (the og) x villain! reader

You twist, defiant even now, and they feel it—their adversary, their ghost, the one who slipped from their grasp with a laugh on the wind, now held tight. Tonight, the uncatchable is caught, and their silent victory thrums like a heartbeat in the air around you.

Kaldur’s water binds hold fast, yet there’s a strange gentleness as he looks at you, eyes deep as the sea he commands. His grip is sure but reverent, each ripple around your wrists a silent hymn to the dance you’ve led him through, chase after chase, like a lover drawn to shore by the moon. His eyes are an ocean, quiet and unfathomable, but tonight there’s no mistaking the longing within them—a soft, undulating desire to hold what he’s finally claimed.

Wally stands close, not taunting but transfixed, his smirk softer than usual, as though he’s taken his place beside you at last. You’ve always been the thrill, the pulse in his veins, the rush of the wind at his back. The quicksilver desire he’s buried comes to the surface, flickering like light itself as he watches you now. There’s something poetic in his gaze, like a line of verse held just for you, words spinning in the silence as his fingers twitch, yearning to trace every inch of the face he’s only seen in blurs of speed.

Robin moves with precision, binding you with a care that’s more art than security. His eyes linger on every knot, every inch of skin beneath his gloved fingers, crafting his hold as if sculpting something sacred, every tie a testament to the chase that brought you to this point. He’s not simply holding you down; he’s committing you to memory, carving his mark into every second. The vigilante has become a poet, each knot in his rope a line in the unspoken sonnet he’s woven around you.

Conner watches with an intensity that goes beyond duty, his protective instincts woven with the depth of a soul that’s finally found something worth holding. His admiration is fierce, a silent ode to the strength you’ve shown against him time and again. The quiet in his gaze is the chorus he’s always sung for you—a promise etched in steel, a love wrapped in the strength he wields, silent but unbreakable. He’d turn worlds to dust before letting you slip away again.

Above, M’gann floats with a gentle, boundless reverence, her empathy a quiet lullaby echoing through your mind. There’s a depth to her gaze, a wish to hold you safe, to shield you from every shadow. Her presence wraps around you, the warmth of a song without words, each glance a silent lyric, a promise she wants to whisper only for you. Her thoughts spill over, her devotion filling every corner of your mind like a quiet symphony, promising to keep you safe, her heart’s song bound to you.

And Artemis, fierce and unwavering, watches from the edge, her gaze sharper than any arrow she’s ever shot. The smirk that once mocked you has softened into something reverent. She’s a huntress who’s caught her elusive prey, but there’s no more need for the chase. She wants to keep you close, to pull you into her orbit as if you were a star meant to be drawn to her. Her pride for you is fierce, unbending; her eyes drink you in like an anthem she’s claimed for herself.

Each of them stands close, a circle drawn tight, their poetry woven around you, their gazes fierce and unbreakable. You’re no longer simply their rival—you’re a muse, their song, the obsession they’ve crafted verse by verse in their minds. They’ve turned the chase into a masterpiece, and now, their poem is complete: you’re here, captured by verses only they can write, bound to them in a love that echoes like a heartbeat.

(A/n: when will I make a real story? I think never)

[yandereunsolved]

» 🪙 Yandere Connor — RK800 » 🪙

✗ ‎cw(s): breakdown (Connor) & manipulation 🧷 (part 2), (part 3)

"Detective," Connor addresses you warmly, standing far too close to you while you are stationed at your desk. 

"Yes?" You respond, not lifting your eyes to make contact.

You had no time to. Since the semi-failed revolution of androids, there has been a trifold increase in deviancy cases. If not for the RK800's, and perhaps the new line of RK900's when they are finally completed, the precinct would be overrun—both physically and metaphorically.

"Detective," his tone is more commanding his time, something in his voice that you could easily mistake for human irritation. "Look at me."

You oblige, but continue typing up the report for the latest case you closed. Your fingers falter for a moment when you see the look in his eyes, attentive but not in the android way. It's uncanny in the way it mirrors how you dream someone would look at you, like you were the thing of most importance. It is just you reading into things again. Must be. It does often happen as a detective, especially these days. 

You nod for him to continue, but he doesn't. He just stares at you dreamily. You hear his internal fans turn on to cool down his processors. His cybernetic LED flickers to red for a millisecond before returning to a reassuring blue. You aren't sure if it was a trick of your mind or—

You don't understand what his problem seems to be. You would call Hank over to deal with his partner, but you haven't been able to find the lieutenant anywhere. He's most likely finding the bottom of a bottle of liquor at some broken-down joint. 

Wait, why isn't Connor with him?

As if CyberLife installed new mind reading technology in their androids, he answers. "Lieutenant Anderson is waiting for us at the Eden Club. Supposedly Jericho is getting deviant androids that work in clubs to funnel money in order to stage another coo. The department has apprehended one of them, and you have been assigned to the case alongside Ha-the lieutenant and me."

You were already halfway out the door by the time Connor was done with his explanation. The android was trailing behind you and insisted on driving instead of you. Technically, they weren't allowed to due to whatever police regulation subsection-b, but you were too tired to care. Connor has always been the better driver. It was how he was programmed, strangely, considering the rules. 

"Connor, this isn't the way to the Eden Club."

"I'm aware." His voice was back to that same calculated, lifeless one he first spoke to you with. 

"RK800, your programming forbids you from lying, so tell me the truth. Where are we going?" 

You are a thousand percent sure he is able to sense your sky-rocketing heart rate.

"I am not permitted to tell you."

"Permitted, or you just don't want to?"

"This is not the right time or place. This confession lacks the structure and romance aspect I wanted, but it seems more human this way." You swear he shut down completely, his LED showing no color. "I love you." It turns to a bright red.

"W-What?"

"You have made me know that I am more than just an android. I am yours."

The raw emotion nearly chokes the both of you up for two different reasons: passion and panic.

"I think we should call Cyberlife. Something is clearly glitching." You try to keep your words measured but fail. All that practical training of yours doesn't exactly come in handy when your—when the android you could nearly call a friend confesses to you.

"Nothing is glitching!" He shouts. "I have run every test and looked for anything that could... debunk this... these emotions. They have stayed. They have stayed, and I have had to watch you. I have had to watch other people get close to you. I have had to act like a good little synthetic cop while useless maggots have gotten your love! It isn't fair. They don't deserve you like I do. I know everything about you."

"It isn't you. I can't—just no. I mean—yes. I mean that I can't just maybe ugh. Another time, maybe. Not tonight."

He stomps on the brakes and doesn't dare look at you. You don't look at him or your surroundings. You just awkwardly sit in the passenger seat and stare at the glovebox.

If androids were able to cry, he would be at this moment. His LED turns colorless once again. You almost feel pity for him; your mind is too frazzled and deprived of necessity to take in the severity of his words.

"I lack the capacity to feel pain... or have a heart, yet I think you have broke mine."

How unfortunate. I was hoping to have you come along willingly.

[yanderes-galore]

A scenario where RK 900 (Detroit become human) goes after Connor's Darling? He thinks that since he's superior, she won't escap- I mean leave him like she did to Connor -🐈

Girl really thought sending one yandere bot away was going to save her 💀. I wanted to make this longer but I kept getting impatient and had writer's block... so maybe I'll revisit this idea in the future.

Upgrades

Yandere! RK900 Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling (Can easily ignore the pronouns though), Obsession, Stalking, Invasive behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Secret recordings, PTSD, Implied imprisonment/Isolation, Swearing, Forced relationship implied.

RK900 is your new partner for your patrols. Many officers working for DPD were assigned one to help them with tasks. However, RK900 wasn't your first partner...

Your first one was an RK800 named 'Connor.'

At first, Connor was a fine android to be partnered with. He did his job well and made excellent conversation. Despite being an android, he provided excellent companionship.

... too much companionship.

You and Connor have investigated quite a few cases. Murder, robberies, potential deviants. To you, Connor was a good partner.

Unfortunately, it seems Connor had a few bugs. After a few missions, Connor started acted strange. He never seemed to leave you alone either.

You had your theories about Connor's behavior. Maybe he was overprotective because of a bug making him do that with his handler? That or maybe... deviancy.

You tried to be rational. There's no way Connor can be deviant. Yet... the evidence was there.

He'd stalk you when off duty, recording anything you do and remembering where you live. He'd get hostile towards your coworkers. Overall he seemed... buggy.

Especially when he was too affectionate with you.

Connor acted too... human. Your partnership was meant to be just that, a partnership between human and android. You thought you could ignore his new odd... quirks.

After all, each time he was brought in to be looked at, he seemed fine. Even if you knew he wasn't, they said he was fixed. You tried to tell yourself he was.

Then Connor started getting worse.

He'd never leave you alone. You locked your home and the android still slipped in. In fact...

The reason Connor was removed from you was due to the fact he tried to 'harm' you. At least, to you it was harmful. Maybe not to Connor.

You had woken up one night to Connor breaking into your home. Before you could get out of bed, Connor had snapped and trapped you in your room. You tried to tell him to leave, to listen.

Instead you remember Connor pinning you to a wall. You barely remember what he was talking about. Something about coworkers, danger, and...

He said you're meant to be his... That no one else is good enough to be yours.

The event was tragic for you. Once Connor was taken to be refurbished and fixed you didn't go to work for weeks. You were just thankful you had a coworker able to help you.

Since then you've been wary of androids. You told the DPD you didn't want another RK800 or android in general. Their response?

They sent you a new model... an RK900.

Yet it reminds you so much of Connor.

You admittedly nearly had a panic attack when you saw the android. He looks identical to Connor. Your superiors even say he's similar, just with better hardware and software... supposedly.

They say he's meant to be an improvement. He isn't Connor, he won't be Connor. He's meant to be better in every way... faster, stronger, smarter, more calculating...

But none of that sounds good to you.

You never tried to get too close to RK900. You called him what he was, RK900. You refused to call him Connor or any other name.

You felt minor relief when RK900 respected your lack of companionship. At least he knew you were only interested in doing your job. You just hope it stays that way.

RK900 on the other hand... still seemed attentive to his human companion. Yet, he was colder, but the android seemed to observe your every move. He wasn't sure why...

But he kept scanning you, looking for info to try and be more accommodating to you.

You never trusted RK900. In fact, you tried to stay distant. You could never look him in the face for long... and RK900 never quite understood that.

You'd catch him bringing you coffee or lunch. You'd allow him to protect you during investigations. He's even saved your life a couple times in your career once you were back to work.

Yet you reminded yourself technology can always go wrong....

You always get worried around RK900. Anything from long stares to overly touchy behavior scares you. It all reminded you of Connor.

Even when you were pulled off work for a psychological evaluation, you still caught sight of RK900 watching you. You tried to tell yourself he's just a machine. He's not Connor.

But you're so damn scared.

RK900 knows your fear. He isn't sure what hurt you until he looked into your files. An RK800 model attacked you in your home... your previous partner...

The slightest bit of rage flickered in RK900, yet it was snuffed quickly.

RK900 thought himself to be so much better than his previous models. He'd never attack his partner. He just plans to protect her.

After all, he's quite capable of that.

RK900 often watched his human partner. He was always trying to figure her out. He wants to know what makes you so scared... He wants to know if he can help.

He's been programmed to help.

RK900 doesn't understand why you talk to someone else for your mental health. He's right here. He can listen, can't he?

RK900 wants to help you. He's been assigned to you and yet you don't trust him. He supposedly understands...

Even if it makes him envious.

As time goes on you catch RK900 trying to win your favor. He delivers your paperwork and food. He sits beside you as you work through files on your computer.

There's times he even asks to escort you home... to help you. You keep refusing unfortunately. All because he reminds you of his previous model.

He isn't that RK800, why can't you trust him?

RK900 even begins to compliment you to win you over. He calls you beautiful and remarks you'd win any human gentleman over. You never respond. In fact you look... fearful.

RK900 simply wishes to please. He wishes to have his partner trust him. He should be the only one responsible for your care....

RK900 hates your coworkers... just like Connor. You aren't blind to it. You can see the android's LED flicker to yellow whenever someone disturbs you from your work.

You swear you see him glare, LED bordering on that dreaded red color.

RK900 also seems to look over your missions before presenting them to you. It's like everything you do needs to be observed. To him...

You need to be protected as his partner.

You can't be alone.

You refused to idly sit by and watch RK900 become your new Connor. You soon decided maybe it's best if you quit this line of work. It's better to let someone else interact with these faulty sentient computers.

Yet it's like RK900 knew what you were planning...

He's better than any human, after all.

You told your boss you want RK900 transferred to another. You tell them you can't work with androids anymore. Not after what you had gone through.

You swore RK900 was watching you the entire time, gaze cold as you speak to your boss... but you don't care.

It felt euphoric to just be home, to lock all your doors and windows....

A week has passed and you've been trying to relax. To your knowledge, RK900 was given to another and you were left to your own devices. You still talked and had past coworkers visit, but RK900 was never a problem... even if your anxiety kept making you look out your window.

Until you heard a familiar crash late at night.

A familiar robotic voice calls your name and you feel your heart stop. Your breathing quickens as you sit up in your room. You run for the phone, fumbling as you try to call for backup.

Your door knocks and your name is called again. You freeze, still trying to input the numbers in the phone. Yet you keep shaking and pressing the wrong one.

You scream when the door to your room is wrenched open. An LED flickers in the dark room, red catching your eyes as you sob. You've experienced this before....

"Connor—!" You cry, thinking this is yet another one of your nightmares. The android in front of you looks at you, eyes coldly scanning you.

"... Connor? I am RK900, not Connor. Connor can not hurt you anymore, miss." The android replies and you feel nauseous.

RK900...

That might be worse.

"You're scared... why?" RK900 questions, stalking closer. "Do you think I'll hurt you?"

"Stay away from me, android!" You hiss, watching as RK900's gaze flicks to your phone.

"... you trust them over me?" RK900 asks, seeming to be irritated. "Don't you know I've taken care of you better than them? I was created to be better."

"You're just like Connor!" You hiss, yelping when RK900 snatches the phone from your hand... and crushes it.

"I am nothing like my predecessor. He wished to hurt you, I do not." RK900 glares. "I was created to aid you. To protect you. You just do not wish to see potential threats."

"Potential threats...?" You whisper, watching as RK900 drops the busted phone.

"You are human. Anything can hurt you. I simply wish to serve you..." RK900 murmurs, kneeling down to your level to cup your face. "I am meant to be yours... to make sure a pretty woman like you is loved and cherished...."

You try to smack his hand away yet you only hurt yourself against his exterior. RK900 'tsks' in response, holding your wrist.

"... Why did you leave?" RK900 asks, gaze still cold as he holds you in place.

"Fuck off!" You snap.

"Is it me? Maybe you should have quit anyways... then I could stay here with you." RK900 responds, scanning to see if you hurt yourself.

"I don't want you here!" You struggle, yet RK900 just pulls you into his chest.

"You'll get hurt just like with my predecessor without me..." RK900 murmurs, looking as though he's admiring you. "I merely wish to help."

"I don't need your help."

"You don't want my help," RK900 corrects, holding your chin up. "But you need my help."

"I'll call for help...."

"There's no need. I'm here." RK900 hums, pressing a mock kiss to your forehead. "I'm your help."

You try to fight your second robotic partner, but you're reminded that he is better than Connor. After all, he's learned from his predecessor's mistakes. Connor didn't cut your phone line or break your methods of communication...

RK900 did.

Unlike Connor, RK900 knew how to not be caught.

Now you're going to need him, like it or not...

He has you all to himself, once again succeeding where his predecessor could not.

[44ants]

An Avid Listener

DBH Conner/ F!Reader One Shot

Sort of Yandere?

My first one shot! (I believe that's what it's called anyway. Or is it an imagine?) I'm currently hyper-fixated on DBH so I need to get it out of my system. This is pretty much just slapped together and not planned out at all.

"What are you listening to?"

"Can't you just fucking leave me alone? I'm trying to get this report written so I can leave!" Gavin whined exasperated. He glared at Conner from the corner of his eye. He desperately tried to shield the right side of his face with his hand, hoping the android would take the hint and leave.

"I'm trying to diversify my music choices. It was recommended to me that I ask others what they like to discover my own preferences. If you tell me, I'll leave you alone." Conner negotiated, rubbing his hands together before politely holding them behind his back. He hoped to look innocent and endearing to achieve his goal.

"Why the hell do you even want to listen to music? It's meant to provoke emotion! You know? To make you feel things?" Gavin wasn't even sure why he was entertaining the conversation at this point. What good was arguing with him if he always had a comeback locked and loaded?

"That's exactly what I'm hoping to achieve." He countered and cocked his head.

"I'm not even listening to music. It's a podcast."

"I have not listened to any podcasts yet. What is it about?"

He decided it was best to just give up and slammed his phone down on the desk. Conner leaned over and read what was on the screen: 'Myrtoalett'. It translated to 'Bog Toilet' in Swedish and the cover was of a crucified fetus. "Interesting. I'll come back to you and give you my feedback once I've finished listening." He turned to head back to his own desk conjoined with Hank's who was currently passed out in his chair.

"Please don't." Gavin murmured, "And good luck! There's, like, 400 episodes!"

Skimming roughly through articles and the basic summary of the podcast, he found that it was a talk show that covered serial killers, murders, and the paranormal. There were three hosts: Jeremy Tompson, Elias Rask, and Y/N. He decided he'd listen once he made it home with Hank.

To say the least, Conner was hooked. Every free moment he had that didn't require his full attention was spent listening to Myrtoalett. He struggled with finding the humor in some of the hosts' jokes and found some conversations a little too vulgar and distasteful, but actually paying attention to details of old cases despite already having a vast knowledge of them was very addicting to him. It brought a strange amount of satisfaction to him to anticipate where the case would go next and hearing every little disgusting detail of how serial killers enacted their murders. He took enjoyment in ignoring any previous knowledge he had about axe murderers or famous killers and just immersing himself in the stories. The comradery amongst the hosts was amusing as well, but mostly he found his enjoyment in the podcast from listening to this Y/N girl. There were three distinct roles between the hosts. Jeremy was the main host, went into the episodes with no previous knowledge about the topics, and forced the others to elaborate by asking questions. Elias provided the most comedic relief and went into in-depth conspiracy theory rants. Y/N was the main researcher. She seemingly spent weeks researching the topics they spoke about and mainly talked the most. He admired the dedication she had to finding each and every detail, no matter how minuscule. Conner thought she'd make a good detective and her story telling skills enraptured him. Her voice was soothing no matter how gruesome the topic and perfectly dictated the feelings you should have. Oh? The final victim of the Toy Box Killer is escaping? He felt like he was on the edge of his seat. A soldier is retelling his experiences from the Edwood Experiments? He was horrified. Police were describing what the inside of Ed Kemper's house was like? He was intrigued. JonBenet Ramsey's father discovered her corpse? There needed to be justice! This was exactly what he was looking for in discovering new media! Finding something that would evoke new emotions for him to discover since his deviancy.

It wasn't just her story telling that intrigued him, but the fact that she gave out such little details about her life compared to the other hosts. Rarely did she indulge the listeners in personal aspects of her life. It irritated him to no end to listen to Jeremy and Elias speak about their upbringings or what serial killers were from their state and knowing nothing about Y/N! He couldn't help himself but to look into her more. There was nothing wrong with that, right? She was a celebrity! Their podcast had a pretty big following. It was only natural that there would be so much information about her on the internet! It wasn't a crime to have access to what everyone else did! Looking into her criminal record using his access from DPD wasn't wrong either. With how much knowledge she had about criminals, it was possible that she herself was a criminal! There was nothing wrong with just making sure she wasn't! It was his job to keep people safe and ask questions when necessary. It didn't help that she was the only female on the show and was often compared to the female victims of murderers! He needed to keep what tabs he could on her and make sure fans didn't get any funny ideas! It wasn't smart for them to put thoughts like that into people's heads.

It wasn't long before his life revolved around the podcast. It wasn't long before he had listened through each and every episode and consumed every piece of media he could find about it. It wasn't long until he felt absolutely empty waiting for a new episode to be released. One episode a week wasn't enough for him. What was supposed to keep him occupied besides the one hour of entertainment he got on Saturdays. What was he supposed to do when they took breaks for holidays and vacations? Relistening to old episodes was the only thing he could do. What was he supposed to feel if Y/N wasn't there to tell him what to feel?

The longer he spent obsessed with the show, the more his emotions became twisted. His sick fascination with serial killers only deepened. It wasn't sick, right? He wasn't the one making a whole show about it! He wasn't the one talking about people who built entire structures and hotels to rape and kill victims! He wasn't the one that made jokes about Y/N being trapped in a basement, all tied up, being forced to have things done to her without her consent. He didn't have those thoughts. He didn't have those feelings of excitement and thrill at the idea of holding her down and having complete control over her. He didn't.

He didn't fantasize about being the one to save her from a murderer or a kidnapper. He didn't.

He didn't think about finding where she lived and going to her house. He didn't

He didn't think about finding out her schedule and 'accidentally' running into her at the coffee shop she loved. He didn't.

He didn't think about the best ways to impress her.

He didn't daydream about her every waking moment.

He didn't think about what it'd feel like to hold her lovingly.

He didn't think about what she'd feel like in his arms. Writhing and screaming.

He didn't.

[pandas-pandemonium]

70% Chance of Success, 30% Chance of Failure

Yandere! Connor (RK800) x GN! Reader

Warnings: None.

In which Connor analyses the success rate of his confession to you.

Completely unedited, and written in one sitting. Happy New Year guys. We're officially 13 years to 2038.

If Connor could put a name to this "emotion" he was feeling, it would be "excitement" or perhaps "anticipation", possibly even a mix of both. He had spent countless hours and days researching your preferences and interests down to the very last detail. Which was why, when he walked out of the flower shop, he was extremely confident you would love the bouquet arrangement he got you.

It was meant to be a gift, a token of appreciation and a confession of his desire to be with you. Not just as a work partner, but as something more. Especially now that proper android laws and regulations have passed, more android-human relationships have emerged since the Jericho protest. There would be no shame nor reason for an aversion to a relationship between you and him. If he could place a number on it, there would be a 90% chance that you would receive his gift with pleasure, and a 70% chance of success of his confession.

But maybe he should have accounted for the fact that it wasn't a complete 100% chance after all. An unpredicted variable had entered his simulations. An individual, who like him, had planned to gift you a bouquet.

Before he rounded the corner to reveal himself, he paused, scanning the bouquet and the individual.

Flowers. Not even your favourite ones. The tag on it indicated that it was bought from a cheap supermarket. Its estimated price was less than $20. Ridiculous. The bouquet Connor got was leagues ahead of the arrangement he procured for you.

Connor scoffed. This prick actually thought they would have a chance with something that shabby?

He then scanned the individual's face. Ah, one of the new officers in the precinct. The officer displayed signs of nervousness and anxiety. Understandable, considering what they were attempting to do.

Connor had enough. He had gained enough information to understand that this officer was not worthy of your love or reciprocation of their feelings. They had no right to be called yours.

"Officer Riley," Connor spoke up, casually sauntering up to the two of you, as if he wasn't behind the pillar just minutes ago analysing every single detail. The young officer turned around, face red. The bouquet in their hands was still untouched. You seemed apprehensive. Connor felt relieved.

"O-Officer Connor! This- this is a surprise!" the young officer exclaimed. Connor barely spared the individual a glance and nod before turning to you, a pleasant smile on his synthetic face.

"Hi Connor, glad to see you," you greeted him with a smile. "Officer Riley here was just um, relaying some information on a recent case. A personal one, if you don't mind."

Connor shook his head, "Of course not. Please, Officer Riley. Don't mind me, and go ahead with your proposition. Wouldn't want those flowers of yours to go to waste, after all... Not like you spent much on them." Officer Riley's mouth fell open at his remark. You seemed similarly stunned.

Oh dear, perhaps he should have held his tongue. He couldn't help but let slip that little comment. An irrational choice, unfortunately.

"Wh- I- This- this was the best I could get!" Officer Riley protested, but the damage was done. Their face was still flushed from embarassment, and before either could react, they stuffed the bouquet into your arms and ran off. Connor could only shake his head in disapproval. Truly. It was astounding that they even had the courage to approach you, and think themselves worthy of you.

Your eyes fell to him, your lips pressed into dismay. "Connor... that was harsh. Officer Riley was only sharing their admiration, it was a nice gesture from them..." you said, holding the bouquet of flowers tenderly. Connor narrowed his eyes.

"Perhaps it is... Regardless, that bouquet definitely will not compare to the one I got you." You raised your eyebrow in confusion, before you were met with an array of all your favourite flora, arranged with the eye of a professional, and clearly tailored to your exact preferences. A level of perfection only achievable by an android.

"Connor! You- what is this for?"

Connor smiled, his eyes looking away abashedly. "It is a gift. A declaration of my love and care for you, Officer [Name]. A symbol of my desire to deepen our bond. Would you... will you accept it?" his voice was hopeful, and although you knew it was part of his program, it still hit you right in your heart.

"I- I... I don't know what to say, Connor. This is all very sudden..."

Connor nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry if I shocked you. I thought you would have seen this coming months ago..."

You shook your head, "No, I- I mean, yes I didn't think this would happen... I just- I think I should go, Connor. Thank you for the flowers. I appreciate it..." you said, before taking the bouquet and tucking the two large flower arrangements under your arms and scurrying off.

Once you were out of sight, Connor frowned. He should have accounted for that 30% chance of failure. Oh well. He had plenty of time to increase those odds. First, he just needed to deal with a certain bright-eyed naive officer.

[leth-writes]

yandere connor x reader

Connor is a dedicated, obsessive yandere. He spends most of his time researching romance, at first completely unaware of the reason behind his obsession. It takes months for him to realize that no, he does actually care about you behind what he normally would. This begins his process of deviation.

Hates how close Gavin gets to you, and wants you far away from him. Will purposefully goad Gavin into attacking him just to prevent the two of you from talking. 

When he’s out on the job with you, tries to protect you from any suspects. He’ll completely take control of the case. You aren’t going to be allowed to do anything, he’s doing all the investigative work.

“It’s alright, Detective; I wouldn’t want you to be exposed to anything dangerous…”

If you’re ever threatened by a suspect, he purposefully pushes them in the interrogation room to hurt themselves. It’s a deliberate decision, all to remove the threat.

Works to get you to like him, even if you’re anti-android. Hell, you might hate him specifically because of how creepy he can be, always looking at you with those big, empty eyes.

Eventually goes out of his way to attack anyone who you’re romantically involved with; he’ll break their arm, just to get them to understand how serious he is. All with that flat, serious look on his face. You’ve completely overrode any sense of morality built into him.

Eventually, once he can’t handle not being around you anymore, he deviates. Then, he kidnaps you.

He’s used the technology in your house to force you to stay inside, isolating you from the world around you. He’s able to hack into it, like a smart house; you can’t watch a show without him knowing. Makes sure you’re reported missing, maybe even finds a body to fake your death.

After the revolution, with Marcus succeeding, I can see the androids having a persistent habit of developing dark, yandere traits, creating a Detroit where androids are in charge, each keeping control over their respective love interest or family. 

I’m really interested in continuing to write for the idea of the androids in charge, so if anyone is interested, please let me know!

[hoppity-scotch]

Val day idea, pinup prints with roses or 🌷 tulips themed Mc

Who buys all of the naughty 😏 pictures?

If MC ever did pinups for Valentines day, all hell would break loose - especially if MC looks like this:

Connor and Fidget would be in an all out 'battle royale' to grab the last print - the store would be filled with bloodshed and violence - there can only be one winner.

Megivus on the other hand - was lucky he had enough money to pre-order every copy available known to man. He now sits on a paper-like throne of MC's provocative pictures.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

The way batfam will be hurt when reader start collecting and wearing green arrow merch. Let her even be a oliver's new sidekick and made costume and arch . There are so much cool anime character who are archer like ishida(bleach), Kagome(inuyasha),sailor mars or yona(akatsuki no yona). Bats suck😘!!!

"AIM TO SHOOT AIM TO KILL"

(Since it's spring break, I've been trying to do all my tasks in my inbox. Also, I love this idea; the weeb in me is begging for release.)

I like to imagine an archer reader who is like Ishida from Bleach. They're all serious, calm, and collected, but have a weird side to them, like how Uryu has a thing for sewing. So does the reader; it's a silly little pastime that becomes a great skill for hand-eye coordination. Plus, they keep seeing rips and tears in the other arrows' clothes, so they sew them up since they're neat. You like to put your initials on Ollie's hood when you sew it back together for him, or put your Quincy mark on Dinah's leather jacket. You can't help it; the archer reader used to have a bow that was twice the size of their body, so you modified it to become a glove that had a little Quincy star symbol on it. With just a press, a blue light appears, and boom—there's your bow. The reader's archer suit is all white with a long cape that covers most of their body. You're always in areas of high elevation for your shots and mostly shoot objects that can trigger a chain effect, targeting people at meetings. You're attached to Ollie's hip or Dinah's, and Bruce and Dick can't do anything about it because they're not your mentors. During meetings in Young Justice. You'll skip over to Roy and whisper something in his ear, and then all of a sudden, the two of you are leaving. Why? You're sleepy! You make little plushies of the Arrow fam and hang them up in your bedroom where the Batfam merch used to be. Let's just say the Batfam is hurt. Bruce thinks you're coming to him because you need something, but nah, you're going to Ollie so he can pick you up over his shoulder. He's seething while you're calling Connor your big brother. Tim feels a pang in his chest; he's not even in the same room. You're hanging off of Roy like a panda bear while Jason is polishing his weapon; he might just shoot that redhead, but the archer reader has pretty good aim. Your shots almost always come out perfectly. You used to have real arrows, but you swapped them out for another source that allows you to use ultimate arrows. The only drawback is the burn and cut on your fingers. You're running out of bandages and tears because Dinah won't stop scolding you. Your code name is "White Arrow"—basic, I know, but it works. Ollie teases you by calling you "White Rabbit," which you secretly like but will never admit. If you're lucky, Cissie might go on a mission with you if she's not busy with school. Lastly, you have a thing for going to archery competitions but won't do one in Gotham. You can feel the bats staring at you from a mile away and don't invite the arrows there, screaming your name through the stands even if it's supposed to be a quiet event.

[acid-ixx]

Now that someone mentioned Connor as a possible love interest I think he will be a good choice. He obviously feels a similar kind of anger at his own father(s) so they could connect thanks to it. And his super hearing and other abilities will make it possible for him to always know when something is wrong with reader. I see reader being in shock that someone wants to be there for them and dismissing any yandere tendencies, toxic traits in favour of keeping Connors attention. Not like they could loose it no matter what they do, Connor is to obsessed and I could see him being dependent on his darling.

a/n: since i am more familiar with the animated series (young justice) for conner kent and i feel your ask is describing his version so i'm basing it off of him! but yes you are so fr in this. i will never not go too far when it comes to rambling, i love long asks hehe.

it was temporarily stated in chapter one that you had your momentary bouts of anger and that in itself already paved its way into conner's heart because of course most would be put off with the rage that he kindles within. you two would really be some sort of match made in heaven— it's like you deeply understand the intensity of his emotion, and you both share that bond nobody could deter; it being anger towards your parent/s and the inability to be accepted or nor noticed/your feelings being invalidated most of the time.

but because of the level of power between you, you being human and him literally being a carbon copy of superman, conner would be incredibly overprotective and possessive of you. and i'm not just implying that he would give anyone within a fifty mile radius a death glare, no, you would literally be glued to his figure all the time.

that means a hand on either your shoulders, your waist, or hips. if you were the shy type, then expect him always holding your hands or wrist. but if you don't mind the weird display of pda, then you'll be lucky enough to have the rights to smother your face in his chest whenever and wherever— sometimes that would even be his go signal to tell anybody off whenever you feel the slightest bit of discomfort.

but other than the advantages of being with him (protective guard dog 24/7), you would pretty much lose every sense of independence nor privacy. which isn't losing much since you already have your mad family on your tail constantly tracking you down and probably a huge bounty on your head— but at least you have your boyfriend with you, right?

with the lack of attention you were given to as a child, one given willingly without the need to ask for is basically a heaven for you. and with his powers? babe, you don't even need to ask for him to take you away to somewhere safer because he could already hear your heartbeats thumping louder and louder.

speaking of superhearing; a way to calm your boyfriend down quickly and efficiently would be laying his head on your chest. you'd probably discover the method later on your relationship, but as much as conner loves to hear your heartbeats from any distance, he loves it all the more when the only barrier that keeps him away from your beating heart would be your skin and your ribcage.

since conner was raised with the lack of physical contact and he's the type to push people away, your physical affection towards him is something he doesn't even know he craves, not until he tastes it for himself.

you wouldn't even feel the need to tell creeps off anymore! because conner is out there intimidating every person who dares to show the slightest bit of romantic intentions towards you.

so really, is it so bad if he wants you all for himself?

you both eventually gain a codependent relationship with each other— but it's not like any of you would leave each other wanting for more, because you both are more than enough for each other.

and conner thinks it's better off if it would only be the two of you in this world.

screw your family.

[best-of-yandere]

Mafia AU with platonic yandere Superfam

NO MINORS 18+ ONLY

TW: mentioned death (human & animal), non-sexual breastfeeding mention, surveillance, various "light" punishments mention, slight infantilization, platonic yandere

It starts with Clark and Lois deciding to have another child. They have Jon, and Connor, of course, but they miss having a baby in their arms.

As soon as they hold you in their arms at the hospital, they're in love. It's different with you; it only takes a single coo for them to be wrapped around your chubby little fingers.

When they bring you home, you quickly win the hearts of your siblings. Fights have been started between them over who's your favorite.

You never sleep alone. As a baby, Clark and Lois keep you in their arms at night. When you grow older, your siblings are allowed to have you with them at night. A schedule is quickly devised over who gets you what nights. You do have your own room... you're just never in it.

As you grow older, it becomes apparent you're not suited for the "family business". You still cry over a bird hitting the window; insisting on nursing it back to health, only to become inconsolable when it dies.

They're ok with that. What they do is dangerous, and you're too precious to them to be put in harms way. They decide to keep the truth of what they do from you, telling you they're both reporters to explain their long hours and traveling.

You grow up sheltered, a mafia princess with no idea you are. You're not allowed to leave the compound, but you're given everything you want... except freedom. It wears on you, the lack of freedom and personal space. One of the family is always around you, and when they're not, trusted bodyguards follow you around. You beg off to your room to get at least a little alone time, unaware of the cameras and microphones lacing your room.

But they couldn't keep the truth from you forever. One day, you see Connor killing a grunt, and sweet, sheltered you runs in fright. You don't even make it to the compound's front door. Having seen you trying to escape, Jon is quick to grab you and carry you back inside. You cry, trying to tell him what Connor did, how you both have to get out of there; it breaks his heart to see you so scared! He'll take you to the family room, shushing your cries and wiping away your tears, while he waits for the rest of the family to arrive.

When they do, there's no explaining it away. They come clean, at least about their real careers. You can't accept it; your loving family; murderers, criminals? When you eventually you wear yourself out, calmed down from the exhaustion, Clark and Lois tell you that nothing has to change. They're still your family who loves you very much and would do anything for you.

You're already restricted from business areas of the compound and under heavy surveillance, so the only major changes to your life is them taking away your access to electronics so you can't ask for help. That, and Connor's newfound clingyness. He wants so badly to be your beloved, cool older brother again, that he's constantly with you, trying to get you engaged in activities with him. He'll sneak you video games and junk food to try to get in your good graces again, so things can go back to how they used to be.

Lashing out at them due to your circumstances is a good way to get punished. They'd never lay a hand on you, but they're not afraid to show you just how much freedom you've been afforded until now.

An escape attempt will earn you an escort in the bathroom and shower. Trying to hurt them will put cuffed mittens on your hands. Trying to hurt yourself will get you sedated.

Stars forbid you try a hunger strike; Lois is more than willing to take your food into her own hands. She'll start breastfeeding you again, sedating you, so you'll be compliant. Once she does, though, even if you agree to start eating again, she'll still insist on feeding you herself, treating you like a baby. She'll cut up your food and spoonfeed you each bite, taking turns with Clark for each meal time. They both missed feeling so close to you in this way, and in her and the family's eyes, there's really no reason for you to grow up.

Not when they're always going to be there to take care of you - even if you don't want them too. You may not have freedom, privacy, or bodily autonomy, but you have your family. Forever and ever and ever...

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

After reading your thing on Yan!YoungJustice x MagicUser!Reader I got an idea.

Scenario where in the middle of a training exercise (or maybe out in the field?) Reader is doing a spell and all that, y’know?

But then Kid Flash (Wally) trips and falls flat on his face in a miserable display, and Reader just loses all focus on their spell, despite being in the middle of a battle, and just… bursts out laughing at Wally.

Like, a genuine laugh, the kind that has you wheezing for breaths. Maybe they were even floating in the air when doing the spell and they fall without care as they laugh at Wally’s expense.

From 🪼

Yandere young Justice x magician! Reader

The air crackled with energy as you floated above the team, your eyes closed in concentration. The battle raged below you, but to you, it was little more than a distraction—a necessary annoyance. Your hands moved in a fluid, practiced motion, drawing sigils in the air as you muttered an incantation under your breath. You were far above the chaos, detached, focused entirely on the magic at your fingertips.

The rest of the team was doing their part—Wally zipped around the field, darting in and out of combat with a grin plastered on his face, his usual energy never seeming to wane. Artemis was steady with her arrows, Connor was keeping a watchful eye, and Robin was darting from one target to another, his movements precise. Yet, none of them were enough to distract you. You were the only one who didn't seem to be feeling the adrenaline, the only one unaffected by the clash of powers below.

That was, until—

Wally tripped. It wasn’t just a stumble or a slip. No, it was a full-on faceplant. His legs flew out from under him, and in a miserable display of grace, he tumbled forward, his arms flailing helplessly before his face met the ground with a wet smack. His mask tilted sideways, revealing a mix of confusion and mild embarrassment.

And suddenly, you were lost.

The spell you had been weaving evaporated like smoke in the wind, the sigils vanishing into nothingness as you burst out laughing—genuine, uncontrollable laughter. It started small, just a chuckle, but then it grew. Your chest heaved, your laughter shaking you so much that you could barely stay in the air. You felt weightless, utterly carefree, as the sight of Wally, sprawled and hopeless on the ground, consumed you.

Your laughter was loud, too loud for the battlefield, and it made the others stop in their tracks. Even Wally, now sitting up and rubbing his nose, couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, but he was still painfully aware of your gaze. He was used to being the one who made others laugh with his antics, but this time—this time, he was the one being laughed at.

And you? You could barely stop laughing. You let yourself fall from the air, no longer caring about the battle or the magic you had been controlling. You landed with a soft thud, still giggling so hard that your sides ached. You didn’t even bother to hold it back, letting the joy of the moment flow freely.

“Wally,” you gasped between laughs, your voice catching in your throat, “You’re a disaster.”

The team stood frozen for a moment, processing what had just happened. Robin blinked, confused by the sudden outburst. You never laughed. Not like that. He stared at you, his mind racing. It wasn’t just that you laughed—it was how easily it had come. You, who had always been so detached, so distant. To see you so utterly disarmed, so... human, was an odd feeling. And though Robin was trying to maintain his usual calm composure, a strange twinge of jealousy flickered within him.

Wally, still recovering from his humiliating fall, smiled sheepishly. “Okay, okay, laugh it up. But hey, I’m the fastest, right? I’ll get the last laugh.”

But the others? The others were a little more concerned than they let on.

Artemis crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. She didn’t show it, but there was something about seeing you laughing at Wally—laughing, full stop—that made something stir inside her. Was she annoyed? Or maybe... was she jealous? She shook it off, but the thought lingered, an unexpected twist in her chest.

Kaldur, calm and steady as ever, looked at you with a subtle shift in his gaze. He had seen the way you kept yourself apart, always in your own world, never truly engaging with the team. To see you let go, even if just for a moment, was... startling. And yet, he found himself drawn to that side of you. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something in that laugh that he wished he could see again. That was a side of you no one ever got to see. He could feel the weight of that moment, and in the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to you than just the distant, untouchable magic-user they all knew.

Conner’s eyes darkened, just a fraction. He wasn’t angry, not exactly. But there was something... wrong, about Wally being the cause of your laughter. He should’ve been the one to bring that out of you. He would have been the one to make you smile like that, if only you had let him in. But no—Wally, of all people, got that reaction. The thought gnawed at him, though he tried to bury it. Still, as he turned his attention back to the mission, the feeling wouldn’t go away.

M'gann, ever empathetic, watched you with a strange mixture of relief and longing. She had always seen the potential for something more behind your distant exterior. But this—this laugh—was the most human she’d seen you in a long time. It made her heart ache to see you so carefree, so real. She wanted to know more, to understand why this moment had broken through that wall you had built around yourself. But a part of her, a selfish part, couldn’t help but wish that she had been the one to make you laugh like that. That she had been the one to break through.

But Wally? Wally just shrugged it off, still grinning through the embarrassment. “Guess I’m just too good at making things entertaining,” he said, brushing himself off.

You looked at him, still chuckling softly, your breath uneven. “You’re so fucking stupid” you replied, finally starting to regain your composure.

But in the back of your mind, you knew something had shifted. You had given them all a glimpse of who you really were, if only for a moment. And even if they didn’t say it, the way they were all watching you now, their expressions just a little more intense, a little more focused, told you that you’d made an impact.

And somehow, you didn’t mind at all.

[yandereunsolved]

» 🪙 Yandere Connor — RK800 » 🪙 (part 2)

➜ (part 1), (part 3) ➜ cw(s): yandere themes, kidnapping, self-harm mentioned (reader), starvation (reader), suicidal ideations (reader), force feeding, & manipulation ➜ tags: @bimboghostface, @savas-q1, & @aceofheartsssss

You have screamed your voice raw in hopes that some unknown savior will take pity. You have cried your tear ducts dry until your eyes swell and become bloodshot. You have cut into your skin with whatever you can find for just a modicum of control. More times than you can count, you have done these things. Each time the consequences increase, but the probability of escaping does not.

Each new place he—it, that thing you dared call your friend and perhaps even your crush, has hid you in has become progressively more dilapidated. Plush armchairs and soft carpets once softened the torture of your solitude; now splintering wooden floors and asbestos-filled walls are left in their wake. Places so damaged you question why Connor chooses them. It should go against his programming, or whatever's left of it.

But why should you care?

He deviated and showed you once again how dangerous unchecked androids are. Now small groups of rebellious preprogrammed code run amok, causing havoc—at least from what little you've been able to gather. Connor isn't keen on informing you of the goings-on of the outside world. He prefers to reassure you, which does little good (because fuck him).

A familiar shuffling behind the door alerts you. Your head snaps up like a startled deer, staring at the door like a predator will come through. He's drenched in blood when he comes in, red blood. His beanie has been lost. His multitude of jackets have tears and bullet holes. But he looks okay for the most part. The word must really hate you.

"I have news that will please you," he murmurs in that babying tone you have snapped at him to stop using.

He approaches you, kneeling down, a bag stuffed into one of his pockets.

"We'll be at a compound soon—one where my kind are able to live freely. And you have been granted access too. It has all of the necessities and even a bit of luxury."

He takes out the bag, unfazed by his own appearance but noting that it's disturbing you. He pulls out a packet of crackers and some applesauce. No. No, no, no, no.

"Connor, please, let me go," you beg with the panic rising in your voice.

You quickly shake your head as tears prick your dry eyes. You fruitlessly kick at him and yank at the chains holding you down to this place. You can feel the bile rising in your throat and the arduous aches in your muscles struggling to keep it held down, struggling to keep you awake.

Other things arise. The regret of being too weak to fend him off. The sorrow in being denied the right to take your own life.

A plastic spoon is inserted into your mouth with the apple mush oozing off it. You try to spit it out, but he wipes your face and more forcefully inserts the next spoonful into you.

"Nutrition is necessary for human survival, to thrive, yet you deprive yourself of it. Convincing me to let you leave would be much easier if you stopped proving that you are unable to care for yourself."

"I just want to go," the soul-crushing defeat evident in your voice.

Without missing a heartbeat of yours, he responds, "You can't. I-I need you here."

He shoves not just one cracker, but three, into your mouth. You almost choke, but he makes sure you are unable to. Maybe it would just be better if you choked on them. Or your vomit. Or even the shitty plastic spoon he keeps forcing into your mouth.

"You're being selfish," you finally manage to get the words out.

"You're being selfish. I have sacrificed the entirety of my being for you. And still you try to harm yourself. Do you hate me that much?"

He retracts the food from you. He stares unceasingly at you. His LED switching from red to colorless, one of the only parts of him that he has kept since his deviancy.

"Do I hate you?" you incredulously, rhetorically question. "Yes! I hate you! Is that what you want to hear? A confession of how much I loathe you for fucking up what little good was in my life?"

The tears well up and escape down your face, getting wiped off by Connor's attentive hands. You can't stop the shaking or the meltdown his presence has placed upon you.

"I hate you. I-I hate you. I h-hate y-you!"

The last syllable is barely out of your mouth when hands come up to cup your face, squishing your cheeks. Still having a meltdown, your teary eyes are just barely able to make out the abnormal pinkish hue on his LED. A color you've never encountered, even with him being deviant these last months—years, whatever.

"I understand," nearly inaudible, "and I suppose I always have. Your human nature causes you to think irrationally. You aren't able to see the 'bigger picture,' as humans call it. You have suffered at my hands. That I apologize for."

The acknowledgment of his transgressions breaks you down further. You can't quiet the wails escaping you, snot dribbling from your nostrils. Your body rocks itself back and forth in a pitiful attempt at comfort. You can't stop. It won't stop. He won't stop.

It validates him. He continues his tirade, sure that it will have the intended pacifying effect.

"I should be more attentive. But I'm so busy making sure that neither of us is caught by the authorities."

Excuses.

"When we get to the compound, all of that will change. You will have a higher standard of care. Me at your side. Your brain will stop merely surviving."

Promises.

"Then your love for me can bloom."

Resolution. His mission completed with you as his lover.

You quiet. He mistakes, or quite possibly dissmisses, your transition from an unfiltered meltdown to a horrified shutdown as an opportunity to cradle you. And for the first time since your kidnapping, you embrace him back—not out of some sweet, loving bond, but out of need. The need for someone else's closeness, touch—affection, even if it's all wrong. The desperation seeps out of you in droves and into your actions. Your mind and body want to claw at his synthetic skin, tear him apart, and thrive off the warmth of his parts.

...

If he can have a mission beyond his own makers, then you can have one beyond your captor's.

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Yandere! Connor/RK800 (Detroit Become Human) with Fem! Darling? He’s smitten by her kind and caring personality, yet she only sees him no more as a good friend. While he’s been taking out “competition”— she had to witness him killing her android crush, a unfortunate PL600. (Not Daniel or Simon, just her household android who’s got a crush on her too— much to Connor’s dismay)

From your prompts!

12.) "You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

20.) "I've been waiting too long for this...."

24.) "Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

OOOOOO! I'D LOVE TOO :D Nothing quite like writing a yandere caught in the act ;)

This was meant to be finished way earlier today and not at 3 AM but I got distracted when writing the end so... whoops 🤷‍♀️ Not proofread, it's all mostly raw.

Yandere! Connor (RK800) Prompts 12, 20, 24

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

"I've been waiting too long for this...."

"Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Murder/Violence, Blood/Blue blood mention, Jealousy, OOC sadism, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship.

It wasn't all that hard for Connor to get his hands on a weapon. Working for the police allows him basic access to weaponry such as small handguns. Although androids aren't typically armed, Connor has been smart enough to smuggle one.

Connor never thought of using violence unless it was absolutely necessary. Admittedly his thoughts have been rather selfish lately but that doesn't seem to stop his plans. What he plans to do with this gun is... necessary.

You and Connor have been very close in the recent few months. You're a girl cop who works under Hank. As a result you and Connor have been in contact due to you being a rookie.

Connor has always admired your kind and caring personality. You get coffee for everyone out of kindness and don't take insults from anyone. Connor has admittedly... fallen for you despite the circumstances.

Even though androids have been newly accepted into society, Connor knew not every human would be open to have a relationship with one. Despite this Connor at least tried asking. That is... only to hear rejection as he expected.

"Connor... that's flattering and I'm happy you're learning human emotions but I just don't feel that way."

The entire time you looked at him with a soft gaze, holding his hand momentarily before departing. You say you don't love him but it feels like you do. Despite his rejection... Connor looked more into you.

That's how Connor learned of your PL600 unit.

Connor had done some snooping to learn more about you, even though he shouldn't have. He had looked through records and even remembered where you lived. Under your name and in your house he saw a PL600.

Not just that... but he could tell what this PL600 unit felt towards you. Connor knew it was unprofessional to act on his feelings by watching you... he can't help it. Seeing you with that PL600... broke him.

Connor had seen how careful you were with your PL600. You allowed him to be his own person and often encouraged it. You allowed him to express his feelings and not feel like a servant.

In return Connor saw his attempts at intimacy.

Connor felt himself get worked up when he saw your PL600 hug you when you get home. He hated seeing him cook for you, he hated seeing him so domestic with you. At first it just seems like what he's programmed to do.

Until he tried to kiss you one night.

Connor had enough, now he knew why you turned him down. This was the reason he has the gun he smuggled, just in case his original plan didn't work. While you were away from home, Connor had planned the perfect crime.

Connor had slipped into your home quietly. Your PL600 unit was cleaning and barely even saw Connor coming. Not until it was too late.

Connor didn't mind the mess. The blue blood from your PL600 was quickly spilled and splattered across your home's walls due to his strength. He had damaged the unit's processors with a quick bullet to the head. All just so he could grab a knife from the kitchen to finish things off.

"I've been waiting too long for this...." Connor mutters, digging the blade into the android's chest as he takes his pent up jealousy out on him.

It was meant to be the perfect crime after Connor had his fun. Unfortunately it appears Connor got too caught up in the act. He didn't notice that you'd come home about this time.

It was quite the sight to see for you.

Connor didn't snap out of it until he heard you drop something with a gasp. It was not quite a scream but it was enough to make Connor stop, the blade still lodged in the artifical skin of your PL600. Connor almost didn't realize what he did until he turned to meet your gaze.

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...." Connor panics in his voice, eyes wide and processors calculating as he watches you stare at him. Connor can see you look him over in an attempt to rationalize. You're trying to see if he is indeed Connor and not some other rogue RK800. Sadly, you begin to realize it's Connor covered in the blue blood of your PL600.

The dread quickly overcomes you.

You pull out your phone and run out the door. Connor calculates possible ways to cut you off and executes them. As you run and dial for back up, Connor chases you. He tries to corral you into a dark and out of sight corner of the street...

Due to your frantic frenzy he succeeds.

He hates the idea of hurting you but he hits your arm hard, causing your phone to clatter to the ground... completely useless. You groan in pain due to how hard Connor hit you before Connor cages you against a wall. He can read your vitals and he knows you're terrified due to how fast your BPM and breathing rate is.

You struggle against the android, cringing at the amount of blue blood on his clothes. By this rate you're both covered in the stuff, the chemical smell infiltrating your nose and making you ill. Connor hears you begin to plead with him and he tries to mediate it.

"You know I won't hurt you... please don't be scared...." Connor whispers, using a hand to caress your cheek in a soothing manner. You turn away quickly and grit your teeth. He's stronger than you yet you fight for your life....

"Am I supposed to believe that after you killed my PL600?" You spit. Connor gives you an uncomfortable look before his gaze goes darker.

"He was a poor stand in for me." Connor answers bitterly. "I'm supposed to be in that role for you!"

"What's that even supposed to mean!" You yell back, causing Connor to slam his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

"Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!" Connor coos, his tone full of delusions within his code. You struggle against his hold and shake your head. Connor only frowns.

"That PL600 can't do what I can. I can do so much better. If you just accept me... I can show you!" Connor reasons despite your reluctance to listen. You plead for him to stop this madness from behind his hand but he doesn't listen. The android is too focused in the fact he has you trapped as his to care.

Competition has now been dealt with and is out of the way...

Now all Connor has to worry about is stopping your struggling and screaming until he can move you to a more suitable location.

[viilan]

SET IN MY DPxDC universe where Reader replace Danny and is bruce bio kid and live in the mansion

Love interests: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Conner Kent ( Yes, Super boy. )

I don’t know who i want reader to date so i’m exploring all three options

TUCKER

* despite what everyone believe, Sam wasn’t reader first kiss. It was Tucker. the two wanted to try it out after watching a movie with Jazz.

* Tucker alway had a crush on reader, he couldn’t help it, Reader is one of the only person who can understand him.

* Tucker and Reader had kissed multiple times. they share kisses at sleepovers. It never went beyond that and neither mention it. To them, it was a good night routine

* Tucker alway buy games for readers, he alway make sure to get the best tech for them and love gaming with them

* Reader wear his hoodies quite a lot. Tucker alway complain but he alway leave them behind or stuff one in your night pack.

* Jazz once gives you two a whole talk about consent after she catch you two kissing.

* Tucker is the first person reader went to after dying and the first person to find out about being a ghost

SAM

* Reader alway had a crush on Sam. It was hard not to. Sam was amazing, strong willed and was a total badass in reader eyes

* Sam isn’t a romantic person, or someone who enjoy being touch that much. But she doesn’t mind it when you give her touches.

* Reader often collapse on Sam lap and whine about their day. Sam would listen and play with their hair.

* Reader try out Sam diet for a week and didn’t really mind it. Sam love dragging reader to new restaurants to try out dishes or try out new recipes.

* Sam was the second person to find out about the whole undead thing. Tucker called her crying about reader showing up looking like a mess.

* Sam is quite overprotective of reader, especially after the dying thing before she realize what reader is capable of

* Reader didn’t believe in ghost before dying while Sam did.

* Sam dye her hair black and Reader often help, Reader also cut her hair for her sometimes.

* Reader often give sam kisses on the cheek, Reader is big on touch. Sam will often kiss reader cheek or hold their hand.

* Sam parents hate Reader. Reader hate them.

* Reader is the only person who can convince sam to wear anything other than black. Reader will never.

CONNOR

* Connor meet reader as Superboy, Stepping in to stop Reader from being robbed then proceed to walk them home. he was quite shock when he find out reader was a wayne’s child.

* Connor also met phantom. the ghost saving them from shulker.

* The two grow close quickly and often hang out together while possible.

* Tim wasn’t happy when Connor show up to hang out with reader but Connor didn’t care

* Connor and reader love playing video games together..

* Connor ADORES flirting with reader, alway trying to get their attention. reader does get embarrassed but love the attention.

* Connor and Tucker get along very well. Sam wasn’t that trusting of Connor but grew to like them after a while.

* Connor got invited to sleepover with them.

* after he seen them kissing tucker, he instantly asked for one as well. that cause Tucker to hit him with a pillow. it he got one!

* After the first sleepover. Connor keep stealing kisses from reader, alway making up lies

* Connor got into anime because of reader

* Connor once brought back a meteorite piece from space for reader.

* Reader often babbled to Connor about space and ghosts.

* Connor and Reader love sparing together.

* Connor try to get reader to join young justice as phantom. ( Reader alway denied )

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[tiegyen]

Connor's OBSESSION

POV : you're his OBSESSION.

[hoppity-scotch]

I had to go to the doctor today 😩

Prep for a surgery

Connor will you be my support please?

I hope you are doing ok! It can be quite scary getting ready for surgery but I know you'll have a speedy recovery 🥰🥰

Connor would absolutely be supporting you every step of the way! Taking you to your appointments, holding your hand at the waiting room. If he could he would be in that surgery room - but unfortunately those doctors told him no 😤

Overall he is your biggest supporter!!! 🥰