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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.
Neither Rock Lee or Might Gai have lost to an Uchiha, Gai beat Obito twice and Itachi didn't even blink while going up against Kakashi but suddenly got cautious when Gai showed up.
Idk maybe a yandere Connor "retires" by becoming a security/guard? Or maybe you're his new neighbor and he gets super attached
I see your security guard connor and i raise you bodyguard connor????? i don’t like the way this ended but im gonna kick this out before i spent like three years on a 500 word piece
non deviant connor but he’s slowly becoming deviant
(Yandere, obsession, manipulation, creepy connor, implied non con)
You wouldn’t really count yourself important. You were just lucky. Not everyone could say they were a child to some big head of Cyberlife. It gave you a lot of perks, as well as a lot of headaches, especially when your parent decided you were too unguarded.
At least, you think that’s how the RK800 prototype found his way into your home.
Connor, if you wanted to use his human name. He was a nice guy. Harmless. Mainly, he milled about your house, occasionally accompanying you on shopping trips whenever you obliged.
He was nice, as nice as an emotionless android could be.
You just wished he’d stop being so diligent.
“You’re 49 minutes tardy from your approximated arrival time.”
You resist the urge to sigh, knowing he’ll probably use whatever sensors he had to analyze it.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You say, as you take off your shoes, still not looking at him.
Footsteps approach you, and you huff when Connor leans down, effortlessly taking your heels and neatly placing them next to the rest of your footwear.
“You don’t have to do that,” You remind him, moving towards the kitchen.
“You aren’t a household android.”
“Your shoes are slightly damaged,” You can hear him say behind you, “They weren’t like that before.”
“Oh,” You purposely tried to make yourself looking busy with a cabinet, “I went off the road for a bit.”
He’s in front of you, and this time, you can’t avoid his eyes, scanning you.
Fuck.
“Elevated heartbeat, enlarged pupils.” He grabs your forearm. “Lingering signs of oxytocin.”
His eyes narrow.
“You had sex with someone.”
The bluntness of his words make you advert your eyes. You wring your hand out of his grasp.
“Could-Could you not say it like that?” You sigh, annoyance creeping into your voice, “Also, you don’t have to point it out like that. It’s social etiquette to not mention one night stands.”
Still, your face feels hot, and you hope he doesn’t notice your flustered appearance. He does anyway. What kind of prototype would he be if he hadn’t.
“Who?” He suddenly demands.
“Excuse me?” Your whirl around to face him.
The android, of course, not understanding your words as a dare, repeats himself.
“Who was it?”
“I-okay.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I’m not answering that.”
“You have to,” He insists, “I need to know who you’ve mingled with.”
“Why?” You scowl, “It was no one important. Fucking drop it already.”
“It’s very important,” Connor’s saying, “You could have been put in danger.”
“Connor,” You sigh, tired, “I’m fine. I’m not some fucking teenager, I’m a grown adult. I can handle myself.”
He’s shaking his head, “You can’t.” He’s saying, “You’re human. Weak. That’s why I’m here. To protect you.”
You gap at him, not expected the blunt answer. There was no secret that androids and humans were a ways different, but this was the first time you’d heard a machine acknowledge it. They weren’t supposed to. And they sure as hell weren’t supposed to speak like that.
“I’m tired,” You quickly ended the conversation, “I’m heading to bed.”
He calls after you, but you don’t respond. You’re not running, not scurrying away, but your footsteps towards your room are with urgency. The door shuts behind you.
You’d call your parent tomorrow, tell them there’s no way in fuck you were keeping that thing in your house. Not when Connor was fucking malfunctioning like that.
~
There’s a polite knock on your door.
“May I come in?” Connor asks.
“Are you going to apologize?” You respond.
There’s a pause.
“Yes, among other things.”
You wait for a moment, but in the end, you relent. Connor is quick to slide inside, shutting the door behind him.
You’re sitting on your bed, crossing your arms.
“Well?”
“I’m sorry,” Conner finally says. He’s, for once, not eager to look at you. Instead, his brown eyes are pacing around the bedroom, your walls, the ceiling. If he didn’t have the LED, a pulsing yellow, you would have thought he was human.
“I realize, some things I stated were out of line. I apologize for that.”
You nod, running fingers through your hair. Truthfully, you weren’t mad at him, you couldn’t be. Annoyed at most. Connor was probably malfunctioning. Some water must have gotten stuck between his wires.
There was no other possibility of him of saying some of those things.
“Yeah, I figured,” You say, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll probably have to take you to the shop someday.”
He hasn’t left yet. Still standing. Still gawking. You’re about to asking him if he needed to ask something, when he’s cutting in for you.
“I should have worded it better. It’s clear that you take offense to your fragileness.”
You stare at him, shocked.
Then anger-true anger-starts to boil.
“Connor you-”
“And I also realized that you have needs that you think I can’t satisfy.”
You take a minute, trying to process what he just said.
“What?” You say, void of anger. Your voice is quiet now. Muted.
He’s smiling, looking at you. It isn’t the kind of smile you’re used to seeing on him. It’s not awkward, a mere replication he’s trying to mimic. No this time it’s real. Feral and filled with intent.
He’s nodding, once again not realizing your question is rhetorical. Or maybe this time he does. And he’s mocking you with it.
“Yes, I can.”
He isn’t taking his eyes off you as he reaches behind him.
The door clicks behind him.
“You’re right. I’m not a household android,” Connor says, taking his first aggressive step towards you.
“I’m better.”
White Rabbit (Peter Ballard x Female!Reader)
a/n: how close can i get to writing monsterfricking before being called a monsterfricker?
Warnings: NON-CON (nothing too explicit, but still, be warned, be safe), bathroom-donging (once again), extensive use of a 80′s rock song as a plot device
Summary: Vecna’s Curse finally comes to take what’s his. Only thing is, he doesn’t look like the monster your friends described.
Edit: YES THERE WILL BE PT 2 YES ILL TAG YALL (this is unbelievable)
Weiterlesen
#someone gives him his star every season
the stranger things team telling people off for thirsting over 001
- a saga
@wine-mom-wheeler
Jamie Campbell Bower on set of Stranger Things 4
He’s literally the sweetest. My heart melted :”)
Me waiting for all the new fanfictions after watching season 2 of the Witcher in one sitting
“I’m a really good lawyer.”
i'm bored so starting something 😏
rules : add two pictures from your camera roll that describe your current mood
tags : @dewberry-and-honeystarz @sunarinluvr @maizumis @perqabeth @sakusaxwindex @sumerag1 @tesoromia @ohajime @dreampathic @amajima + anyone who wants to !
i will run this format into the ground