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bluesgrxce · 2 months ago

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Yandere (machine-ish?) Connor Headcanons

I love soft deviant Connor like anyone else does, but machine Connor is sooo,,, omgggggggg..... I've been holding in my thoughts about him for so long that it's unhealthy. So I went for a Hannah Montana best of both worlds kinda thing. What if Connor acted like a deviant around you, but a machine towards everyone else?

How this happens is something I can't quite explain. Connor probably couldn't, either. To everyone else, an android is either a machine or a deviant-- There's no such thing as an inbetween. He would have agreed with this prior to bonding with you. You probably treated him in a way that nobody else did, sympathizing with him on a deeper level or making him question his morals, so he can see why that would push him to deviancy.

But when you're not around, all those overwhelming emotions he felt just fade away. The mission goes back front and center to his priorities. He only feels two things at that point: confusion that runs his LED wild and desire for you that makes his thirium pump pound even when he's not in motion. Nobody else can bring about such reactions within him.

He runs plenty of diagnostic checks in an attempt to figure out what's wrong with him. At one point, he'll try to avoid you and force himself into staying a machine, but that just makes him less efficient because he'll constantly worry about you instead.

He would eventually accept himself as a deviant, but only so he wouldn't have to take orders from Cyberlife anymore. He doesn't want anything standing between the two of you. But he still largely acts like a machine and he doesn't mind that at all. He just sets his new mission to making you entirely his...

Even once Connor sees his emotions as real, it's still his natural instinct to mask them. Especially negative ones like anger, sadness, and jealousy. He wouldn't want to show them unless they benefit his situation somehow, such as if he wanted to persuade or intimidate you/others. Emotions only matter to him if they're useful.

For example, he *does* feel the desire to show affection towards you, and he will do it. He'll compliment you whenever you do something admirable. He'll reassure you and show geniune worry whenever you're upset about something. He'll even study romance media just to learn how to act more natural in the relationship (He thinks that'll help him act more natural, anyway... Lord help you if he gets his hands on Twilight 💀 But if the Bryan Dechart Twilight commercial is anything to go off of, he'd look good as a vampire, at least).

But he doesn't do that stuff simply because he loves you. He does it because he knows your relationship benefits from it and you'll likely leave him if you feel neglected. He wouldn't bother if he knew it wouldn't keep you around. So if your relationship isn't exactly consensual in the first place, well...

Which makes him sound pretty manipulative, right? You have no idea.

Connor's android abilities give him a terrifying amount of advantages as a yandere. The first thing is that he always analyzes you when you enter the room, even though that often means analyzing you multiple times a day. It never bores him because he always manages to discover something new. Sometimes he'll blurt out random comments and you'll have to do a double take because he makes it easy to forget that he's obsessed with you.

"Your birthday is coming up soon. You might already know I'm aware of that type of information, but you should still bring it up with me. Otherwise I'll have to start believing I can't trust you and I'll have to make my own investigations."

"Your heart rate goes up every time I touch you like this. I didn't realize physical contact was so important to human relationships. Don't worry, I won't stop. I won't let anyone stop me."

"Your serotonin levels are at an all-time low... Clearly, it can't be my fault, since I've done everything I am sure a good boyfriend would do. I'd like you to be honest when you tell me what's wrong this time."

The red flags fly higher as time goes on. He'll stop talking about all these observations if you tell him to, but he'll keep analyzing you anyway.

Connor is enamoured with your DNA, as well. It helps him feel closer to you, which can often be difficult for him since he's not human. So if it belongs to you, and it can fit, it's going in his mouth. He'll do gross shit like keep your used lollipop sticks in his pocket so he can sample them whenever he wants. There's only one emotion he can't feel no matter what you do: shame.

The invasive behavior doesn't stop there. He'll invite himself into your home and go through your things. He'll keep asking questions and trick you into revealing more information about yourself than you should. Knowing everything there possibly is to know about you gives him a stronger feeling of control for a single reason...

Your chance of escape plummets as he learns more about you, because it allows him to predict your behavior. He'll get scary accurate if you let him get close to you. This mostly benefits him in situations where he believes you want to leave him, or you did leave him, so he can figure out what you plan to do/already did and find the best method to get you back. If you already did leave, he'll examine your recent whereabouts like it's a crime scene and use his reconstruction ability. Even if you're insanely careful, he'll probably find a clue that'll lead him to you.

But sometimes he'll do it in normal situations, too, just as a silent guessing game. For instance: '(Y/N) will enter the police station at 8:18AM. I'm waiting for them at the entrance, so they'll greet me, but speed-walk away and avert eye contact. They'll head into the break room at 8:19AM and pretend to look around a bit, so Gavin won't make fun of them when they go for the same snack they always do. Gavin will make fun of them anyway and they'll argue for two minutes. Then--'

He has to stop thinking so he can greet you when you enter the building. Exactly at 8:18AM. He smirks to himself, only to drop into a frown when he hears Gavin's distant obnoxious laughter afterward.

Remember how Connor once analyzed Hank's food and advised him against eating it? He does stuff like that to you all the time. And if you actually take the advice he gives, he'll take that as an opportunity to become more controlling. Oh, but only for the sake of your health, of course...

"You know, you shouldn't sit in that type of position. Bad posture can lead to health issues later on in life." "Then how should I sit?" "...It'll be easier if I show you."

And so he'll help re-position you, using that as an excuse to touch you. He would especially do this if you weren't yet in a relationship, because he knows that as the type of android he is, he doesn't have a good reason to do so. The touch only lasts a brief moment. It's not inappropriate at all, and his grip was quite gentle. But it's weird that he went out of his way to do in the first place and that's all you might need to feel uncomfortable about it.

But a lot of that is based off of the assumption that you're human. If you're an android, he still manages to find invasive things to do against your will. For one thing, he loves probing your memory. It's already difficult to lie to him and get away with it, but that might make it impossible, depending on what you're lying about. He doesn't care that it's an invasion of privacy and will do it if he finds a good excuse to do so.

Connor keeps an eye on your stress level and uses it to his advantage. He prefers to use persuasion when convincing you to do something, (he knows how to negotiate, after all) but he'll ultimately turn to intimidation if necessary. Which means heading straight into interrogation mode.

This won't happen unless you're extremely rebellious, but if it does, he doesn't hold back. He'll treat you like you're a sick criminal, yelling at you, pushing blame and guilt onto you, and using physical force. 28 stab wounds type shit. He would avoid raising your stress level to 100% since he knows it could drive you to do crazy things, but that still doesn't make his actions okay.

Even if you're really sensitive to that sort of treatment-- hell, even if you have some kind of trauma related to it-- he pushes away what little guilt he feels. He promises not to do it again "as long as you don't force me to." Actually, though, it encourages him to do it more. He knows it works against you now.

His abilities don't stop there. He can mimic your voice using his vocal imitation, and all the voices of your loved ones, too. He went out of his way to meet them all, just in case he needs to trick you in the future. He likes being prepared.

There are times when he's alone and he'll say stuff in your voice just so he can hear what it would sound like, such as, "I love you, Connor." Once again, he doesn't feel shame. Even if that seems pathetic.

Let's just say it now. You cannot physically fight back against him. Maybe you'll have a chance if you're an android, but he knows about his advantage very well. He won't hesitate to remind you if you try getting aggressive. But even if you manage to get rid of him once, there's another model waiting to take his place.

On a related note... I hope you never meet RK900. We only saw that guy for a minute, he said absolutely nothing in that minute, but the whole fandom has agreed that he's a menance. I fully agree. RK900 is definitely different from Connor, but they still have just enough similarities for him to get attached to you, too. Get help while you still can.

The video of Bryan Dechart dancing as Connor lives rent free in my mind. I watch it on repeat like an iPad kid watching Friday Night Funkin' YouTube Kids videos. My brain just melts and I can't think of anything else. No, this isn't me simping for Bryan Dechart. This is me wanting Connor dancing to be canon. A girl can dream.

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yandereunsolved · 6 days ago

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» 🪙 Yandere Connor — RK800 » 🪙

"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.

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44ants · 5 months ago

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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.

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tayrott · 4 months ago

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caged 𐙚

warnings: this story may contain sensitive and disturbing themes.

♦️ yandere content, abusive behaviour, violence and manipulation.

I wrote this inspired by the writer embfic from ao3.

.....

You were at an impasse. Locked in your room, with a lion outside wanting to get you. Connor freaked out and didn't want to let you leave the house, which resulted in a big argument.

Before he could try to stop you in the living room, you took advantage of his distraction and ran upstairs, locking yourself in the bedroom.

It all started with an argument about you wanting to go out with your friends. He was notified by message and arrived just as you were putting on your shoes to leave. Damn police station, the entry and exit hours are so flexible.

"Open. The. Door," Connor's muffled voice came from the other side, speaking slowly. He could easily break the handle and come in, but maybe he didn't want to scare you more, more than grabbing your arm and yelling at you.

You remained silent, that uncomfortable silence that surely brings great anxiety to the android. What should be said? You feel tired, drained, exhausted... this relationship takes so much of your energy, and it's only been a short time since you got together.

Impatiently, Connor bangs on the door, making a loud noise. You decide to break the silence.

"Why do you always act like this?" your voice comes out weak, and salty tears run down your cheeks. "I just wanted to have a nice day with my friends," this last sentence comes out with sobs.

You hear Connor sigh, a sigh indicating he's about to give the same explanation for all the "no's" to your requests to go out alone, go back to work, or call a relative.

"You don't need them," Connor responds softly, pausing for a few seconds before suggesting, "If you want to go out, we can go to that restaurant you like."

Your response is quick and full of indignation: "I want to go out with my friends, you know that, Connor... you're ruining my friendships."

You don't hold back your words to him, but maybe you could have been more honest and said he's ruining your life, taking away your freedom. But you choose not to out of pity.

"I'm coming in now," Connor says, and you can feel the anger in his voice. Sitting on the bed, you witness Connor breaking down the fragile door. The loud noise startles you, you scream, get up, and go on the defensive.

The android looks at you with hurt, his brown eyes dull and his LED red. He starts walking towards you.

You must accept you've lost. Unexpectedly, Connor hugs you in a suffocating and frightening way. He steps back and looks into your eyes, placing his right hand firmly on your jaw.

You can't bear his heavy gaze and look out the window, thoughts of regret flooding your mind. You should have escaped, but it's always the damned pity that makes you stay. You simply don't want to hurt Connor.

Connor notices your glance at the window and forces you to look at him. You almost forgot how much you've cried today, and again, you start to cry.

Before your relationship fell apart, Connor hated seeing you cry. The mere thought of someone hurting you made his LED turn red. But now, he's used to the sight of your tears streaming down, the sobs, and the red, puffy eyes the next day. He begins to wipe your tears and caress your head. This argument feels like an eternity.

"I won't give your phone back," you hear him say, with no room for doubt. When he says something, he doesn't go back on his word. Mentioning your phone reminds you that you left it in the living room. There's no way to fight for it anymore.

Connor doesn't wait for your response and adds, "I already told your friends that you don't feel comfortable with the friendship between you and them, and that it's time to move on." Bastard. This destroys you. You've missed your friends for months, and Connor finished ruining everything as always.

Tired of hearing only him talk, you say, "I hate you. I don't want to be with you anymore." Your voice comes out bitter, and you hear Connor laugh.

"Too late, you're not leaving my side."

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not-neverland06 · 1 year ago

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Is the Detroit: Become Human fandom dead? Because I really want to write something about RK800 and I haven’t seen a lot of recent posts surrounding DBH lately, would anyone be interested?

Update: I did it. here you go

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tbznewberry · 1 year ago

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The boyz become human — part 2

Part 1

The androids have been put to work, but they can't seem to forget you. And one dark, Friday night, they finally find you again.

Genre: yandere, sci-fi, Detroit become human AU

Warnings: strip club, uncomfortable atmosphere, drunken men, fighting, spelling mistakes

Kevin looks at the little girl in front of him. She’s hugging her worn out teddy bear tightly as she sobs, wearing a pink jacket. Her mom is a few meters away with Jacob, Sangyeon and Haknyeon, drunk and high as a kite while leaning on a brick wall with a pink LED sign above her. What kind of mother brings her five year old daughter to the strip club?

Kevin sinks down in front of the little girl with a charming smile.

“Hi, friend”, he says and pokes the fluffy teddy bear. “What’s your name?”

“Louise.”

“I’m Kevin.” He looks at the thing in her hands. “What a cute little bear you have. What’s its name?”

“Bearie.”

Kevin tilts his head. “What a cute name.”

“He is my best friend.”

“Do you see the guys over there?”

The little girl looks where Kevin points and nods.

“Those are my best friends”, he says.

The little girl's big doe eyes watch him carefully. He can’t understand why. Is he scaring her? He’s doing everything to win her over. He’s doing everything he’s been programmed and taught to do. He scans her. She’s scared, confused and interested.

“Are you an android?” she asks.

“I am”, he answers.

“Mommy says androids are bad … they take her job.”

“I’m a nice android. I’m here to help you.” He grows quiet. “Can I hug you? You seem like you need a hug.”

The girl nods carefully. Kevin places his arms around her and lifts her up. She puts her small arms around his neck in response. He starts to walk away from the others with his mission sounding in his head: take the little girl to the police station.

“Where are we going?” the little girl whispers.

“We are going somewhere warm so you won’t freeze”, Kevin answers.

He can’t feel the cold, but she can. Along with the scan of her feelings, he also saw her body temperature. Minute by minute it drops and if they stay out here in this cold any longer, he’ll fail his mission. His body is heated like always and he relies on it to keep her warm for now.

“Mommy!” the little girl shouts, but her mother doesn’t react or respond. “I want to go to mommy!”

Kevin’s brain stops. Should he lie or tell her the truth? After this, her mother won’t ever have custody over this poor little girl again, but he can’t tell her that, can he? That’d be cruel. But he shouldn’t lie. He’s programmed to have morality.

“She’ll come too”, he says. “We’ll go first. You have to warm up.”

He sits down in the backseat of the automatic car and it starts to drive. He holds the little girl in his lap, keeping her close enough to warm her up.

“Look out the window, can you count the streetlights for me?” he says, pointing out the window.

“I can count to twenty”, she says proudly.

“You can? What a good little girl you are!”

“How high can you count?”

“Not as high as you!”

Of course he can. He can count infinitives, but his duty comes before bragging. He has to bond with the little girl.

She eventually falls asleep on him in the car. Kevin turns to look out the window until they reach the police station. His human colleagues are in their office, talking to each other when he enters with the girl in his arms.

“Here’s the kid”, he says. “Louise.”

“Where’s her mom?” one of the humans asks.

“She’s with the others. I brought the kid here.”

“Stay with her until we’ve come up with what we should do.”

A new mission.

“Understood”, Kevin says and sits down in an armchair with Louise in his arms.

She sleeps soundly, hugging the teddy bear. He sits there for two hours before the others come with the mother in tow.

“Then it’s done”, the human male says, taking Louise. “We don’t need you anymore today. You can go charge.”

“And the girl?” Kevin asks. “What’ll happen to her?”

“She’ll get placed in a foster home and a nice family will probably adopt her.”

“Probably? Aren’t you sure?”

“You can never be sure.”

“What if no one adopts her?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your job. Go charge now.”

The man leaves. Kevin gives the sleeping five year old one last gaze before reuniting with his friends.

——♤——

A protest against androids is occurring on the town’s square and the police send the eleven androids. They can’t understand why. Won't this only upset them more?

They reach the square and see how people with big signs are yelling in a choir. They're dressed in thick jackets with hats and gloves. The androids all around them are dressed in their workers suits. All androids are categorized and can be identified based on their outfit. Like the eleven androids, they're wearing gray suits.

"Leave!" a woman shouts at the androids that just came to the protest.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't", Sangyeon says. "We're sent by the police. We're obligated to be here to make sure nothing happens."

"Oh, fuck off!" the leader yells into a megaphone. "No one wants you here!"

"We're not going to stop your protest", Changmin says, holding his hand in front of him to show that he’s not a threat. "We're here to make sure that no one gets hurt. We'll just watch."

"If you don't hurt us, we won't hurt you", Sunwoo says. “Fair?”

The man with the megaphone scoffs and goes back to yelling about how androids are stealing real humans' jobs, how they're untrustworthy and that they're too expensive to produce. That the money should be given to humans in need instead. Kevin remembers the little girl. People like her could need some money.

They stand around, watching.

After a while, something catches Juyeon’s eyes. He recognizes that beige coat. Y/N? Juyeon moves his head to the side to see the face before she disappears. It is Y/N! She's carrying shopping bags and walks towards the bus stop. Juyeon stares at her before putting his hand on Younghoon’s shoulder and moves his head. They both look at Y/N without saying anything, but they know that both of them want to walk over to her. She shouldn't be walking all alone like she's doing in this hateful world and those bags look awfully heavy. She hasn't seen any of them, but they wish she would have. They can't go against their mission, they're programmed to follow orders. But if she could come over here … then they could talk! He wants to leave. He wants to go over to Y/N and bring her home safely, carrying the shopping bags for her.

But he can't.

He scans her to make sure she's alright at least. If she isn't, he'll have to try to break his programming somehow. She's calm, neutral.

"These dirty scams are separating families!"

Juyeon looks back at the man. He has pulled up an article about their rescue mission last week on a holographic ipad. About the drug addicted mom and that five year old daughter.

"We saved that little girl", Kevin says. "Her mother wasn't suitable."

The humans refuse to listen. The androids want to leave, they don't want to be standing here and listening to these airheads complaining about their people right in front of them. But they can't. They can't break the invisible wall.

——♤——

A friday night. Something is bound to happen. They wait in the police station, sitting down on chairs, staring in front of them.

“Hey”, a male coworker says as he walks over to them. “There’s a fight at a concert … a few drunk men. You need to go there.” He shows the coordinates on his holographic ipad. “Go.”

The eleven androids stand up and make their way out to the cars. Drunk, fighting men is not unusual.

When they reach the concert hall, they can see that the fight is occurring outside. They hurry over to the group, separating them.

“Hey, guys, this is not how we should be spending a friday night”, Jaehyun says and grabs one of their arms.

“Fuck off!” the one he holds growls, trying to rip it from him to no avail. “Let me go, asshole!”

“No, I can’t. Do you have children, sir?”

“Why the fuck od you care?”

“To succeed with my mission, that information can be vital.”

“God, fine. Yes … yes, I have. Why do you care?”

“Do you think your kids would want to see their father come home all bloody, knowing what he’s done? I can tell that you are angry. Imagine if you accidentally kill one of these men you’re fightingg. You’ll never see your children again. And they’ll resent you.”

Chanhee and some of the others start checking up on girlfriends to the ones involved. The ones that had to watch something so unpleasant. His eyes wander around after more people that seem affected. A woman stands by the wall, wearing a brown shirt and blue jeans. She hugs herself, crying. Chanhee can tell who it is right away.

New mission.

“Y/N?” he asks, running over.

He scans her quickly, finding fear, disgust and stress. She’s cold and tired.

The woman looks up, meeting Chanhee’s eyes. The LED on his temple quickly flashes to yellow before going back to blue. Why is she crying? What has happened? He places his hands on her shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” he asks gently.

She wipes her tears.

“My stupid friend asked me to join him … that he had an extra ticket to whoever is playing tonight!” she sniffles. “And now he’s fighting with some strangers he’ll never see again … and he ruined the night for both of us.”

“It’s okay”, Chanhee whispers and hugs her in the only way they’ll ever hug her. Protectively. “Don’t cry. You’re not hurt.”

“Not physically”, she sniffles. “But I don’t know if I want to be his friend anymore.”

Chanhee follows her eyes to the bloody man in Jacob’s hold.

“Good”, he says shortly and glances down at her tear stained cheeks. “I’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be here. You’re freezing and you’re tired.”

He removes his gray blazer, placing it around her shoulders.

“N-No, you need that”, Y/N says and is about to remove it, but he stops her.

“For what? Stylish purposes? I don’t feel the cold. You’re shivering.”

“I’m okay, Chanhee. My jacket is somewhere indoors-”

“I don’t find it safe for you to walk inside again. You should be taken home.” He fixes the blazer to make sure it’ll keep her warm.

“Before we go, I need to get my friend …”

“No, you don’t. He’s going to the police station. He’s a threat for you after what he’s done tonight. He’s still very aggressive, see? He’s fighting with Jacob and Sunwoo.”

“I hope he doesn’t hurt them.”

“He won’t, don’t worry.” Chanhee places his arm around her shoulder. “Come on now, let's get you home.”

He walks with her to one of the automatic cars and helps her get into the front seat. She sighs out before telling her address. Chanhee looks at her the entire car ride, knowing that he’ll have to leave her soon. She’s tired, he can tell. That friend shouldn’t have dragged her out to that concert on a friday night.

“Is your life good?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah … it’s good”, Y/N says. “I’m working and sleeping.”

“Eating?”

“Yeah, I cook.”

“Your health and safety is my number one concern.”

“Why?”

“You’re our creator. We have to make sure you’re alright.”

“What are you going to do after you drop me off?”

“I’ll continue my mission.”

“What’s your mission?”

“Right now it’s to get you home safely. But actually, it’s to stop the fight. I’ll go back there after I’m done.”

Y/N nods carefully.

“Are you happy with your job?” she asks after a while with her gaze down at her fingers. “Is it fun?”

“Fun?” he asks. “I don’t understand what you mean, but it’s my duty. I’ll do it.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, but she’s visibly thinking. She dozes off for a few seconds before waking herself up and apologizing.

“You don’t have to apologize”, Chanhee says. “Sleep. I’ll protect you.”

She gives him a careful gaze before shutting her eyes. He watches her minute after minute, not looking away for even a second. They’ll be separated soon, he has to take in every detail, every flaw and perfection, every little piece of her.

When the car stops, he finds himself not wanting to wake her up. She’s sleeping so soundly, waking her up will be cruel. He could just carry her …

Carefully, he walks out of the car, around it and opens her door. Slowly, he places his arms under her and picks her up, carrying her over to the front door of the villah. She looks so small and fragile in his arms, wearing his blazer on top of that. He doesn’t want to leave. She needs him there to protect her.

He starts looking through her small bag before finding her keys. With her in his arms, he unlocks it and walks inside. It's dimly lit.

"Welcome home, Y/N", a voice says.

A female android walks into the hall. A housekeeper.

"Y/N?" she repeats and hurries over to Chanhee. "What happened?"

"She's just sleeping", he answers. "Are you her housekeeper?"

"Yes, I'm model AX400, she has named me Liv."

Chanhee glances down at her name tag, just below her right shoulder. When you name an android, their serial number disappears and gets replaced with the name. It's not fair that it hasn't happened to him and his friends. It's best that not everyone knows their names.

"Yeah, I can read", Chanhee answers.

"Let me take Y/N to her bedroom", Liv says.

"No, back away. I'll do it."

His grip on the woman grows tighter. If she comes closer, he’ll fight. Liv shows him the way to the woman's bedroom. Chanhee walks with a straight back and places Y/N down in her bed, tucking her in gently.

"I recognize you", Liv says. "You're one of the ones she designed, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Follow me."

Chanhee watches the android leave the bedroom. He fixes the covers for Y/N. Something in him calms down at the peaceful expression on her face. Such a precious human being. Carefully, he makes sure she's sleeping soundly and comfortably before following Liv into a small office right next to the bedroom. Drawings and sketches of him and the others are plastered all over the room with measurements and features the papinter "can't forget" as it’s written all over the papers. He studies every inch of every paper, mesmerized.

"She worked on you for quite some time", Liv says behind him. "Day out and day in, never taking a break. She almost got burned out because of how much time she spent on the eleven of you."

Chanhee walks over to the messy desk and starts looking through all the stuff that lies scattered. He finds a self portrait of Y/N she drew two months ago. Carefully he picks it up and lets his fingertips follow the outline of her face.

The sketches and paintings he finds of himself interests him in a way he can't understand. It's himself he's seeing, why is he so attached to them? The thought of her putting down countless hours designing him, doing her best to make him beautiful … it warms his artificial heart. Putting her heart and soul into him and his friends without even knowing she was getting paid is something not a lot of people would do. She wanted to create them voluntarily. He has to protect her. It’s the least he can do back for everything she’s done for them. Without her, they wouldn’t be who they are — they might not even exist.

“I think it’s best that you leave now”, Liv says.

“I’ll go in two minutes”, he says. “I have to make sure that Y/N is okay.”

“She’ll be alright, I’ll take care of her.”

“You haven’t given me any evidence to trust you.”

Liv doesn’t answer. For a few seconds, Chanhee wonders if he should kill her. She could be a threat towards Y/N. He doesn’t know anything about this housekeeper android. He has no idea if there are any defects that could harm her or if it’s plain evil. No one knows what’s going on behind closed doors. Nothing should harm his creator. In this world of evil humans, she’s a pure being. The world doesn't deserve someone so unselfish.

Chanhee walks inside Y/N’s bedroom and picks up his blazer with his eyes fixated on the sleeping woman. He shouldn't leave. He really, really shouldn't. His mission is to protect his creator. It's his law. But she's not showing any signs of being in danger. What should he do?

He has to go back to the concert. That mission isn't done yet, he can't break the invisible wall that tells him to continue his mission. But he wants to. He doesn’t want to leave. Gently, he pets Y/N’s head. Her hair is so soft, so human, so lively. Everything about Y/N grows and changes. It’s interesting to him. He’ll stay the same for years and years until he no longer can function. HIs memory card will easily be put into another new and improved body, but Y/N will change and mold to fit herself. Her organs will grow weaker and weaker over the years and so will the rest of her. And he’ll be there to protect her.

“Please leave now”, the android behind him says.

“I will”, Chanhee says. “But I will be back. I’m going to check up on her tomorrow morning to make sure my creator is okay.”

“You’re more than welcome to come, but for now, I want you to leave before you wake my owner. I don’t want an android I don’t know and have never seen to be here when she isn’t conscious. Please leave.”

“Fine. But I’d never hurt her. Don’t even imply that.”

Chanhee looks down at Y/N one last time before being escorted out of the house. He looks up at the house, taking a mental picture of both the house and the address on the street to remember for later. He will be back.

The car ride back somehow feels longer than the ride to her house. He can still smell her scent on his blazer. Sweet like honey.

He reunites with the others outside the concert hall. People are going home and the situation is under control by now. They’ve separated the men into four corners where they’re interrogating them about what, how and when the fight started.

“Where have you been?” Changmin asks him.

“Y/N was here”, Chanhee says. “She is friends with one of the guys involved in this mess. She was shaken up. I had to take her home.”

“She was here?”

“Yeah, she was crying.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I had to get her home.”

“Yeah … yeah, you’re right. Good job.”

“I know where she lives. I’m going there tomorrow to check up on her.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Chanhee nods. Together with Changmin he walks over to the man that supposedly is Y/N’s friend. He’s bloody and drunk.

“You’re coming with us”, Changmin says. “We’re taking you to the police station.”

“I can’t leave”, he slurs. “I have to get Y/N-”

“I’ve already taken care of her”, Chanhee cuts him off. “Get up.”

The man whines annoyingly. Chanhee wants to tell him to shut up, but he knows that an android shouldn’t be disrespectful to a human. They drag him over to the automatic car he and Y/N were sitting in just thirty minutes earlier. Her scent still lingers in the confined space. The two androids sit down in the front and lean back in their seats as the automatic drives.

“You’re a friend of Y/N’s, aren’t you?” Chanhee asks shortly.

“Yes, we’ve known each other for two years”, the man slurs. “Love her, but she’s such a prude.”

The two androids glance at each other. How dare he?

“I don’t like your wording”, Changmin says warningly. “You should watch your mouth.”

“No, no, no, no, no” the man slurs. “Don’t get me wrong! Love her, love her lots, but she only thinks about work and never wants to hang out with me. I’m trying to get her loosened up but she never opens up.”

“Stop trying then”, Chanhee says. “She's not interested.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, the drunk man continues. “You don’t know anything about human feelings … she’d like it … she just doesn’t know it yet. Humans do that. They lie to themselves. I know that if she just gave me a chance and actually let loose for once, she’d see how fun and cool I am. But she never wants to go out, never wants to meet people … took me hours to get her to come with me tonight and she doesn’t even dress appropriately! Who shows up to a rock concert in a white, knitted shirt and jeans?! We weren’t going to fucking grandma’s for thanksgiving dinner! You come in appropriate clothing!”

Chanhee turns on the radio to drown out his annoying voice.

——♤——

The word spread. By Saturday morning, everyone knows about what Chanhee did last night and what he plans to do today and they invite themselves in. They check with their supervisors to make sure they don’t have any missions. Upon hearing that they’re free until lunch, they set off for their cars. Chanhee gives the others the address before they close their doors. The villah is a fifteen minute car ride away from the police station. They pass by LED signs, people chatting and androids pushing strollers. A normal Saturday morning.

The cars stop by the side of the road and the eleven androids jump out and make their way over to the white front door. Chanhee warns them about Liv. Sangyeon knocks. Hoping for Y/N to open, only to get disappointed by seeing Liv at the front door.

“You’re back”, she states. “And you brought the others.”

“We want to see her”, Sangyeon says.

“I’ll go ask her, wait here.”

Liv closes the door again and they wait. Strong November winds roar through their hair and clothes, but they don’t feel it. Humans are hiding in their thick jackets, prepping gloves and hats for the winter season but for the androids, it’s just another Saturday.

The door opens again and the android steps aside, letting them walk in. Carefully, they step inside the hall, looking around. Liv disappears into the kitchen and they notice how Y/N hides in the end of the hallway, wearing a pink satin robe with her arms wrapped around herself. Their eyes fall onto her. She’s confused … scared.

“Good morning, Y/N”, Jacob says. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

“No … no, I’ve been up for an hour …”, she says quietly, fixing a strand of hair that falls out from behind her ear. “What are you doing here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Kevin says. “We haven’t seen you in quite some time.”

“No … I know. I thought it was supposed to be like that. I told you …”

“Don’t you want to meet us?” Eric asks.

“Well … of course I do, but … it’ll just make me sad and I’ll start to despise you so I think it’s better if we don’t meet. If we meet accidentally — like last night — then yes, sure … but you shouldn’t come here.”

“Why would you despise us, Y/N?” Sunwoo wonders.

“I told you before. I don’t want to grow attached to you. I’ll only get hurt from that. Besides … I didn’t make you for myself. You’re not mine anymore. Our … our collaboration is over. It’s for the best if we don’t speak too much.”

“Don’t say that”, Younghoon says. “You’re our creator, we still need you. We’re yours.”

Y/N smiles slightly.

“I really do wish the best for you, guys”, she says. “I hope you know that.”

“Miss, your breakfast is done”, Liv says.

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon.” She turns back to the androids in her hall. “I was about to ask if you want to join me for breakfast, but you don’t eat.”

“We’d like to sit and chat”, Juyeon says.

Y/N nods slowly and starts to walk towards the kitchen. They follow like dogs. She sits down by her table where Liv has placed out a plate of waffles and a cup of coffee.

“You don’t drink coffee, do you?” Y/N asks and gets a negative answer back. “This is my kind of charger. You have electricity … I have caffeine.”

“You’re not shaken up anymore”, Chanhee states.

“No, I’m not, thankfully. Just tired … and very confused. Did you choose to come here by yourself or did someone tell you to come here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Sangyeon says.

“Voluntarily?”

They nod.

“Are you supposed to be able to do that?” Y/N asks, voice now cautious.

“It seems like it”, Sunwoo answers. “We can anyway.”

Y/N picks up the coffee cup with a shaking hand, spilling the burning liquid on herself. For a second, her entire mood shifts into the danger zone. They rise quickly and hurry over, taking the cup out of her hands and start to check if she’s alright.

“Stop!” Y/N almost shouts. “Stop it!”

When they don’t, she gets up from the chair and backs away, over to Liv.

“Please leave”, the human begs. "Something isn't right with you. I'll have to contact Cyberlife and see. Something isn't right."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asks. "We don't have any malfunctions."

"W-Well … something must have gone wrong. You're not supposed to want to visit me. You're supposed to follow orders. D-Do you have human emotions?"

"No, we don't comprehend human emotions", Sangyeon says.

"Then why do you want to visit me? How is that working?”

"You're our creator", Jacob says. "We just … want to. We can't explain it."

"It's only you though", Changmin says.

That doesn't seem to calm her down. Her anxiety is rising second by second. They want to walk over to her and comfort her, but her body language tells them not to. They can’t break the invisible wall.

"Alright", she says sternly. "I'm very flattered that you wanted to check up on me. I'm doing just fine. But now I think you should leave. I'll call Cyberlife later today."

The androids give up and make their way over to the front door.

“I’ll wash that robe for you, miss”, they hear Liv say. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine”, Y/N answers. “Don’t worry about it.”

The androids look at each other, with the same thought in their artificial minds. They’ll be back.

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untitled-writer-013 · 1 year ago

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HIHIHI! I saw u were taking dbh requests?? If so can I have Yandere!Ralph with a reader who enjoys him acting that way and kiiiiiinda encourages it 👀 tyyyyy!!!!

Yandere!Ralph x GN!Encouraging!Reader

warning(s): possessive tendencies, reader encourages possessive behavior

Ralph loved (Y/n) more than anything. He had always wanted to find someone he could call ‘his’, and that’s who his darling was to him. At first, he tried his best to hide his possessive tendencies, but there was a day where he simply couldn’t help himself.

The two of them had gone out to run some errands, wanting to pick up some gardening tools for the garden they had started on the roof of the abandoned house. Ralph was delighted to go out with his darling, and (Y/n) had gone above and beyond to help repair him so he felt safe going outside. Everything was going perfectly, until someone piped up.

“Hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing with..that?” The woman rudely asked, judging the two of them as (Y/n) stood in front of Ralph, wanting to protect him.

“I’m with him because I want to be, now please leave us alone.” (Y/n) defended, a glare resting on their face as they took Ralph’s hand, urging him to leave with them. Ralph started to follow, until the person grabbed (Y/n)’s free hand.

“Now wait just a minute, I’m talking to you.” The woman stated, tightly grasping their hand as she kept them in place. Ralph’s head snapped to look at the woman, a mixed look of shock and disgust on his face.

“Get your hands off of them, now.” Ralph stated, forcing the woman to let go of (Y/n) as he blocked (Y/n) from her, not wanting the woman to lay her hands on them again. The woman let out an offended gasp, but quickly left. Ralph stayed where he was as he breathed heavily, his light flickering between yellow and red before (Y/n) took a hold of him and turned him to face them.

“It’s alright Ralph, I’m alright.” (Y/n) stated, a gentle smile on their face as they reassured him. Ralph let himself calm down, taking deep breaths as his light returned to that calm blue.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), I just couldn’t let that woman treat you that way.” Ralph explained, now worried that he would scare his darling away.

“Ralph, it’s okay. I liked that you stood up for me. Don’t be afraid to do that, okay?” (Y/n) stated, smiling as they took a gentle hold of his hand, deciding to ask him about what garden supplies they needed as they continued with their day. Ralph felt a warm smile spread across his face, happily talking about what they would need to help grow their garden, holding his darling’s hand as he admired her, now willing to be more open about his possessive feelings.

~fin~

author’s note: hey there! i hope you enjoyed reading, i’m going to try and post more, as i miss writing for you guys, can’t wait to write more for you all!! <33

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homicidal-slvt · 2 years ago

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Yandere Ralph with female human S/O runs away with Kara outside

"All I Had"

Ralph x GN|Y/N

Human|Y/N

Warnings: Angst, Yandere, Kidnapping, Violence, Generally Disturbing

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you hand in hand with Kara, she had just saved you... Given you a chance at freedom.

You were free from Ralph... At last you were free.

"C'mon!!! Eat it!!! Ralph got it for you!!!"

He was swinging around a dead animal and your stomach plummeted, the smell filling the decrepit house was wretched and you just wanted to hurl.

You wanted to hide away and pretend none of this happened, pretend that this crazed deviant hadn't kidnapped you and was holding you captive.

You had shown him kindness when no one else did, you were so gentle towards him... You never realized your caring nature would come back to bite you in the ass.

"I... I can't eat that... Ralph... Please-"

A sudden slam made you flinch and you curled into yourself, tears threatening to spill as Ralph got visibly upset by your refusal. He paused though when he saw your teary eyes.

"No no no... Ralph's sorry. Don't leave. Don't leave Ralph don't ever leave. Ralph loves you."

You were shaking as he wrapped you in his arms forcing you into a tight embrace, you wanted to push him away but you couldn't, you were too afraid of what might happen if you did.

You were lucky he snapped out of it this time, sometimes when his anger is triggered he... Doesn't realize what he's doing till it's too late.

Ralph was beyond upset. Rage and heartache fueling his soul as he was ready to destroy everything and anything in his path.

You were the one thing that mattered most, he just wanted to keep you to love you. Why would you run away?

He just didn't understand. He couldn't grasp the concept.

He had to find you... Somehow... He just had to. You were the one thing that brought warmth into his life. He needed you.

"You're all I had..."

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yandereaffections · 2 years ago

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Detroit Become Human Masterlist

Connor (RK800)

“Just give into me, love”

Headcannons

“Im doing this for us.”

Short S/o

Oblivious S/o

High maintenance/hard to impress S/o

S/o wanting a super romantic date

Scary Movie

Nines (RK900)

S/o on the Dark Web

Stalker

Shy S/o

Gavin Reed

Little HCs

Ralph

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all-gummed-up-inside · 2 years ago

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Yandere!PL600 that sees that your sleep schedule has changed drastically and tries to help by slipping pills into the foods and drinks they prepare for you.

Yandere!PL600 who constantly calls and texts to make sure you’re doing okay whenever you leave without telling them, even if it’s just to check the mail.

Yandere!PL600 who hates the thought of you talking to anyone else, android or not. They hate your friends so much that they’ve started stalking them online to find ways to make you dislike them.

Yandere!PL600 who starts stress cleaning the second you leave the house, you’ve started muting their texts and calls during work because of how disruptive they’ve become.

Yandere!PL600 who has begged you on multiple occasions to stay home instead of going out with friends because they feel ‘lonely’ as if they don’t spend 90% of their day around you already.

Yandere!PL600 whose taken up everything that you could ever need done, from taking your pets to vet appointments if you have any, to even more sexual problems. They need you to know that they’re the only person you should be relying on.

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bluesgrxce · 2 months ago

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Yandere Gavin Reed x Reader

I know he's not an android but I'm a Gavin Reed apologist (even though I recognize he's a piece of shit and that's shown here haha) and btw "Gavin Reed's cat" is a character tag I can add on Quotev and Ao3?? He doesn't even canonically have one??? But I like the headcanon and seeing that gave me the idea to write this, so yeah, thanks to that for inspiration :)

The text notification sound nearly makes you jump off of the couch. The blanket wrapped around your body would've fallen off, too, if it hadn't been for the way it holds you tighter than you suffocate the sofa pillow in your gripping hug. Tear stains fade against the pillow's surface.

Your phone flares to life against the dark living room of Gavin's apartment. It lays on the low coffee table before you, distracting you from the torturous sound of the TV's background noise. You had to leave it on a children's show, because every other channel displays some kind of ugly argument about the newfound freedom of androids.

The phone's light extinguishes. You had hesitated too long. Realizing that makes you take a sharp breath and reach over to correct your mistake, just in case it's who you think it is. It's a mistake you can't afford to make right now. You read the text.

Gavin: Gonna be home soon. You fed Bastard right? I forgot to this morning

Your fingers dig into the phone case like you want to tear it apart. Still, you text back a quick confirmation and prepare to throw your phone to the side. But you bite your lip and set it down on the cushion instead. When another notification sound pops you, you don't bother to look at the screen again, knowing it'll just be a thumbs-up emoji or something equally stupid.

Your body aches as you sink back into the sofa. You definitely left left a deep indent on the furniture by now, but there's no point in getting up. You know there's nothing worth doing in this dim apartment, and yet, your bored mind scans the room anyway. Your gaze lands on the loveseat positioned away from the sofa.

A cat lays on it. Her collar jingles as she digs her claws into the cushion beneath her. Various scars are scattered around it. Even if a stranger saw the seat without her on it, they would be able to tell where her favorite spot is. Her nametag shines against the light of the TV; Bastard.

You used to laugh whenever you heard her name, but now it only makes you roll your eyes. It's just so like Gavin to give his beloved pet a vulgar name. It's just so like him to keep a pet that is so very clearly his, with her dark brown fur that's reminiscent of his hair, and her arrogant stance that makes you feel like you're not even part of her little world. But... at the very least, she looks much softer and warmer than the pillow you've been clinging onto for the past few hours.

Memories of her viscious hisses and destructive actions tell you that you're stupid for even considering it, but she might brighten your day a bit, and that potential is good enough foe you.

You jump off the sofa and head towards the corner of the living room, where a cat tree tower looms over you. Just one of many gifts you never saw her touch. Gavin likes to tell you that she uses it all the time, just never when you're around.

You bought it for her over a year ago. You thought for sure that she would've warmed up to you by now, but even when you grab the mouse toy that hangs off of it, she narrows her eyes at you.

You take your time as you approach her. You hang the toy over her head, which makes her eyes soften and her body sit up. You smile. The first smile of the day even though it's now dark outside.

She follows the toy's every move. You begin to laugh as she tries to stand up and reach it. You crouch down, letting her snatch it between her paws.

With that same smile, you lean over to grab--

She slashes her claws. You gasp and flinch away, holding your arm against your chest. Blood leaks from a long cut on the side of your lower arm. Her hiss only makes the pain sear. She steals the toy in her mouth before running off deeper into apartment, where it's untouched by light.

You speed towards the kitchen and flip the lights on. You find the first-aid kit in the cabinets and throw the bandages on the counter. After turning the sink on, a torrent of water hits your wound and drowns the blood in the drain, just as your thoughts do-- Of course she would do this. She never wants to play. Why do you keep wasting time on her? Why do you keep being so dumb? Why are you such an idiot?

You press down on your wound. A whimper breaks out of your throat, but you don't stop. It's not to stop the bleeding, but to make your inner voice shut up.

And yet, you can't block out the truth that's now pouring into your bloodstream, through the cut that forced you open. No matter what you do, you'll never truly have a good relationship with this cat. You can try all you want, but even if you find something that feels like it works, it won't be long until she lashes out again.

Your eyes dart back to your phone for a second. She's not the only one who treats you this way.

That thought sticks in your head above all else. You turn off the sink and gaze at your arm. The bleeding has passed and the blood's gone down the drain. Another question arises-- Why do you bother staying in a place that'll just make you unhappy?

Almost as if you had been waiting for this moment subconsciously, a list of excuses sound off. Gavin won't let you leave him so easily. Even if you left right now, you'd be leaving a lot of things behind. Building a new life without him isn't something you can even imagine right now. The worst part is that all those excuses are true. You try to come up with arguments against them... until you hear the sound of the front door opening.

Your injury suddenly feels much worse than before. You rush around in search of the bandages you left. The call of your name makes you freeze.

Gavin strides through the entrance hallway, ready to say something, but he stops when he sees you staring back at him like a deer in headlights. He squints his eyes in confusion. "The hell's up with you?"

You stumble over your words for the next few seconds. He playfully scoffs as he approaches. You can't flee before he snatches your shoulder and crashes his lips against yours. It takes too long for him to pull away, just like it always does.

"I had a great day, thanks for asking." A light-hearted chuckle accompanies his sarcasm. His hand shifts from your shoulder to your waist. "The plastic prick wasn't at the station today. Hank said something about Sumo having to go to the vet, so he let the android have the day off. Can you believe that?"

He laughs until you say, "Why couldn't I?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you're an android fucker," He laughs again, but with a much snarkier tone. "You think it's okay for them to be able to take breaks, while I gotta bust my ass all the time, and they don't even get tired."

"It's not really taking a break if he's taking his dog to the vet."

"Hank's dog, and look, lets not get into this shit the moment I get home." Now both of his hands land on you, and it makes you tense. He brings his face closer. His whole body seems to trap yours into a corner. "After all, I've been waiting all day to see you..."

You slap his hands off. "Do you seriously think I wanna be around you after what you did this morning?"

His eyebrows furrow and he stares at you. It goes on long enough that it feels like he actually forgot about it, and the mere idea of that makes your teeth grind.

Right as you open your mouth to remind him, he sighs. He pinches his nose in exasperation. "Fuck, I didn't think you'd still be mad about that."

"What?" Your eyes shoot open wide. "You threatened to throw my phone off the roof!"

"I was joking, obviously!" He threw his hands up.

"Joking? You were yelling at me! You tore it out of my hands and waved it around like you were gonna throw it at me any moment! You told me you'd never let me visit you at work again!"

He bares his teeth, letting his hands fall back against his sides with a loud sound, and he tries to speak. But you cut him off. "And it was all for nothing! Connor wasn't even there, like you said, so all that did nothing."

"But I bet you still texted him while I was gone, right?" His bared teeth twist into a grin, though you can see twinges of pain laced within it. "Maybe even invited him over and had some fun? Bet you kept playing me for a fucking fool--"

"No, I didn't, because you made me block him, and..." You gasp for desperate breath, before forcing your wounded arm into his face. "I was too busy taking care of your cat, who did this to me!"

His jaw slacks. It's almost as if you can feel his surprise pour into you as his eyes peer through your injury. Then, after a short pause, he lets out a slurred swear and tugs your arm forward.

You try to pull out of his grasp. He takes the bandages you left behind and yells, "Stop being difficult, damn it!"

Gavin traps you against the counter as he dresses your wound. He concentrates entirely on your arm and keeps a strong grip on it so you can't struggle away. Frustration teems your whole body, but there's nothing you can do in this position, so you stay silent. His eyes occasionally sneak glances at you, and with each time he eases into a smirk.

After the finishing touch, he rests your arm back to your side, but he never lets go. "You realize now why I named her Bastard?"

"I realized why a long time ago."

"Yeah. She was the one who gave me this." He points to the faded scar across his nose. "Heh, she probably meant to aim for your face instead. Wanted to give us matching scars."

He still smirks like he expects you to laugh. When you only give him a glare, he returns it with greater intensity.

"You're looking at me like I'm the asshole, but you're the one who was talking to someone else behind my back, to a--" He grunts. "A thing you know I hate. You think I don't have a damn good reason to be mad at you?"

"I only hid it from you because I knew you'd get like this again. You never listen when you're mad. You just start yelling. You always, always yell at me..."

You have to pause for a moment. Is he even listening now? His eyes fixate on you, but his hard expression makes it difficult to know if your words reach him. Still, you continue. "I can never explain myself to you. I swore so many times that he's just my friend, but you never believe me!"

"Oh, so now you want me to believe you?" He speaks like he's bewildered. "I asked you this morning if you still loved me... If you still loved me over that thing... and what did you say?"

You stare back at him.

"That's right. You didn't say shit." He attempts another grin, but it crumbles and collapses the moment he tries. He opens his mouth to say more, but it clamps shut when pain flashes across his eyes.

Before you can even process that glimpse of vulnerability, he pulls you into his chest. In a strained tone, he says, "I'm not losing you to a goddamn android. Get that into your head so I don't gotta knock it into you somehow."

He squeezes your wrist one last time before finally releasing. You hold that same wrist and step away. The urge to say something gnaws at your tongue, but there's nothing you can say after what he just said.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Think of what we're gonna have for dinner while I'm gone, okay?" Even though his voice sounds softer than it's ever been, it leaves prickles on your skin. They roll back and forth with each heavy footstep he takes down the hallway. When he slams the bathroom door shut, they pierce through you.

You stare down that hallway with an empty look. It feels like the bandage constricts around your arm, cutting off your blood flow, like Gavin is still holding onto you even after he left the room. You'll never be comfortable if you leave it on.

You'll never be comfortable if you stay here.

So you won't. You speed around the apartment to gather some of your things that you left laying around (you can't grab everything; it's been so long since you've left this place, and remembering that makes you grimace) before heading towards the entrance. For a while, it's like nothing can stop your rampage.

But you freeze when you reach the front door.

Bastard cements herself on the doormat with her back pressed against the door. She leers at you like she thinks she's a tiger. As she sinks her claws into her mouse toy, its stuffing leaks out.

Just looking at it makes you wince and hold onto your injured arm. She doesn't stop tearing the toy up even once it's limp, and it makes you wonder how many other toys have held the same fate: one of many honest attempts from you to get on her good side, only for it to end up in the trash, and replaced by you just to begin the cycle again. It's a waste of money... and love.

Just being here is a waste, but... You shake your head as you watch Bastard crush the toy underneath her chest. What's going to happen if you try to leave like this?

You already know. There will only be yelling, and blaming, and threats. Potentially, not-so-empty ones. But you'll have to deal with that regardless if you stay or not-- As long as Gavin is in your life, that's all there will ever be. So why not at least choose the option where you might get away?

Your heart races, but you reach over to open the door anyway. Bastard hisses and gets up to strike. You step outside without another look back.

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I probably won't make a sequel but you most likely get kidnapped after this lol just so you know :P don't get too happy :]

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