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mikkies · 12 days ago

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「 I'M THE REMINDER OF THE PAST, BUT YOU SAY I'M ENOUGH. 」

Chance x GN! Android! Reader

warnings: none I think, my beta reader/writer senses didn't tingle

notes: man.. I hate writing for him.. he's so.. Chance.. (don't let this discourage you from requesting him 😼)

THE FOREST WAS alive with a cacophony of rustling leaves and distant, haunting sounds, the promise of secrets lurking behind every shadow.

Yet amidst the vast expanse of towering trees and moonlit clearings, you felt distinctly out of place.

Your metallic frame, polished but practical, reflected the silvery glow of the ever-present moonlight. You weren’t here for the solitude. You were here for him.

Chance.

The enigmatic gambler of this realm, dressed impeccably even amidst the wilderness in a tailored suit and that ever-present black fedora, had captivated you in a way you couldn't explain.

His grey skin shimmered faintly under the moonlight, as if the world bent slightly to accommodate his presence. And then there was the way he smiled—half smirk, half dare. It made your circuits buzz.

You spotted him leaning against a tree near a clearing, a pair of clockwork headphones draped around his neck, and his shades perched precariously on his nose.

Spade, his oversized black bunny, sat by his side, ears twitching as if listening to the whispers of the forest. As you approached, Chance’s attention snapped to you.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite walking motherboard,” he drawled, tipping his hat slightly. “What brings you to my humble slice of the woods?”

You tilted your head, a habit born from your programming. “I wanted to see you.”

For a moment, he seemed taken aback. Then that smirk returned, softer this time. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.”

You settled onto a fallen log across from him. Silence stretched between you, not awkward, but charged with something unspoken.

Your gaze wandered to his hands—human-like yet distinct, his grey fingers drumming an absent rhythm on the bark. Tentatively, you reached out, your metallic palm hovering above his.

“May I?” you asked.

His smirk faltered. “Why not? Let’s see what happens.”

The moment your palm met his, a jolt of contrast shot through you.

His hand was warm, pulsing with life, while yours was cold, unyielding metal. He didn’t pull away, but you noticed the flicker of something dark in his expression. Regret? Fear?

“Chance?” you prompted softly.

He swallowed hard, his voice unusually quiet. “It’s nothing. Just… memories.”

You processed his words, piecing together fragments of past conversations.

ITrapped. The friend who betrayed him, used his trust, and ended his life. Your design wasn’t far removed from theirs, was it? You retracted your hand quickly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to remind you.”

“Hey,” he said, catching your retreating hand in his. “Don’t do that.”

“I would never—”

“I know.” His grip tightened, grounding you. “You’re not them. You’re you. A little cold to the touch, sure, but I’ve never been one to shy away from a little thrill.”

You studied his face, searching for the lie. There wasn’t one. He meant it. The weight of his words settled over you, heavy yet comforting.

“I’m just… following my coding,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “To be here. To… care for you.”

Chance’s laugh was soft, almost wistful. “And I’m just winging it. But maybe that’s the point, huh? We’re different, sure, but doesn’t mean we can’t… figure this out.”

He raised your hand, pressing his palm firmly against yours.

Cold metal met warm flesh once more, and this time, neither of you flinched. The contrast was stark, yet strangely harmonious—two worlds colliding, finding balance in the chaos.

For the first time, you understood what it meant to feel. And for the first time in a long time, Chance felt like he could trust again.

#* ∙ ✰ ◞ 미키 ✗ posts.#forsaken #forsaken x reader #x reader #forsaken x you #chance x reader #chance x you #chance forsaken #forsaken chance #chance

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paleepeaches · 2 years ago

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Dom Connor x afab!reader (smut)

Warnings: foul language, rough sex, creampie (this is literally my first smut so) 18+ fuckers

“Please, Y/N, please, I’ve been a good boy.”

You laughed mockingly down at him, continuing your assault. “Connor, being a good boy means having patience. Just look at you.” Your hand tilted his chin upwards, and his brown, warm eyes met yours. They were blown and filled with need.

“We’re just getting started, and you’re already begging for me to fuck you.” As soon as the words flew out of your mouth, something switched inside Connor. Perhaps it was some sort of secret code, you said, but it caused his eyes to lower into an almost primal stare. He growled hungrily, hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, and in one swift motion, he flipped you over. You fell to the bed with a soft thump, a small gasp leaving your lips. You couldn’t believe the puppy dog android had it in him. Usually, Connor was always the one underneath you. Now, the roles were switched. His interrogation side had come out to play.

He took hold of himself, adjusting the position and moving his swollen leaking tip closer to your clit. You gasped loudly as soon as you felt him. Your hands gripped the bicep of his arm, nails digging into his shirt and faux skin. You whined and withered below him as he rubbed slow, delicious circles over your sensitive nub. You could feel his sticky wet pre cum coat your folds, making a lewd mess.

His head lowered to your ear, his breath fanning over it and causing goosebumps. “Who’s begging now?” His voice was hoarse and filled with mockery. He retracted from you, showing that lopsided grin off to you. He was taking enjoyment in watching you whine and beg. It was an unusual but pleasurable sight for him that made his LED spin yellow.

“Please, Connor, I need you.” Your voice was small and breathless.

He chuckled darkly and smoothed your hair out with one hand. “I’m gonna need more than that, Y/N.”

You knew the detective in him wouldn’t be satisfied with a lazy half-confession. He wanted you to spill out how much you craved his touch. He wanted to hear the soft pants and whimpers laced with your words as you told him how much you wanted him to fuck you. It was a new experience for you but one you took with a sense of thrill. You bent for him and opened your mouth again, begging, “Please, Connor, I need your coc-” You were cut off by him slipping his mushroom tip past your folds and into your achingly tight cunt. You moaned, clawing at his bicep again.

“You can do better than that. Come on, I know you can use that pretty little mouth of yours.” He stared you down with a stern gaze. He wasn’t satisfied with your soft, small voice. You knew he wanted more for you to be practically crying out for him.

“Come on, baby, tell me what you want.” Connor slowly inched his tip back out, and your cunt let it go with a wet squelching noise. You whined, feeling the loss of him inside you. He knew how to make you break, bend and beg. His job was to get confessions, and he always accomplished his mission.

“Please, Connor! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl for you!” You cried out, clawing needily at his arm, the one gripping his cock.

He smirked down at you, enjoying your confession. He was satisfied enough and slammed himself into you. You moaned out, back arching and cunt clamping down on him. He groaned, panting as he felt you struggle to adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight, baby.”

Bucking your hips up, you struggled to fuck yourself up on his cock. His hand gripped your waist, pushing your hips down and pinning them on the bed below you. “We just started, and you’re already begging for my cock.” He echoed your words, teasing you. He didn’t let you respond and rammed himself into you, fucking your poor sopping cunt. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the loud moans escaping your throat. He noticed the lack of noise quickly, his LED spinning red. His hand gripped your face while his thumb pushed past your lips, invading your mouth. Pressing his thumb on your tongue, he urged you to moan. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear those pretty little noises.”

You obeyed him simply feeling like you’d do anything for him-not that it wasn't the truth. You let yourself go, crying while he plunged himself balls deep into you. His tip kissed your cervix and caused you to wiggle under him, spreading your legs further apart so he could fuck you deeper. “You like that?” He cooed at you. You nodded vigorously, wanting to cry for him to hit it again.

He groaned again, hitting your cervix once more. “Fuck.” The more he snapped his hips into yours, the more wet you got. He could feel your arousal spill out of you, coating his cock and bathing his heavy ballsack. You could feel the thick bundle of nerves inside of you coming undone. Connor could tell you were close by the way your pussy clenched tighter around him, desperately sucking him in. “This greedy little cunt wants to cum?’ He questioned you darkly.

“Please, please, I wanna cum.” You gasped out, panting from the extreme overdoes of pleasure he was providing you.

Connor wasted no time and pinned your arms above your head; his other hand slipped under you, gripping your ass cheek. He was ramming inside of you, causing your whole body to jolt violently. Your eyes rolled back, and cries escaped you that you weren’t even aware of. All you felt was his delicious tip bumping repeatedly into your cervix. Whimpers spill from your mouth, and your cunt contracts, clenching down on him as you cum.

“Shit!” He growls as he feels your warm arousal coat him, soaking his cock. All he needed was to feel the unbearable sensation of your cunt milking him to cum. Hot spurts of his seed pant your insides as he pants heavily. He thrusts sloppily into you a few more times, making sure not a single drop of his cum was wasted. He pulls out and watches his cum pour out of you, stuffing his finger and pushing it back in.

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akikohanasaki · 1 month ago

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hiii!! could you write some headcanons for the eltingville guys having a s/o that can draw? fem would be appreciated but ofc it’s alright either way! thank u<33

I like this ideaaa. Here ya go ;3

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Yandere!Eltingville Club x fem!reader who likes to draw

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Yandere!Jerry x Artist!Reader

Jerry is the most quietly obsessed. The kind of yandere who hides behind politeness, who offers to carry your portfolio, compliments your drawings softly, and never really stops looking at you. He’s completely enchanted by how your mind works when you draw — especially if it’s fantasy-themed.

He fantasizes about you drawing him as a heroic knight or an elven prince — someone powerful and beautiful, everything he’s never felt like in real life. It becomes his escape.

He would never force you to draw him, but he’ll definitely hint at it. If you ever do draw him — even casually — he will treasure it like it’s a religious relic. It’ll be pinned to his wall, hidden under his bed, scanned, printed... He keeps extras in his bag.

Jerry can get uncomfortably clingy under the guise of being helpful. He’ll offer to carry your sketchbooks, get you new pens, “protect” you from Bill’s scepticism. But it’s all to stay close.

When others mock or touch your art, he quietly starts holding grudges. If Bill tears a doodle or Josh mocks your anatomy, Jerry’s the type to wait and quietly sabotage them — breaking a collectible, hiding a prized issue, or spreading rumors online under a pseudonym.

His obsessive fantasies get darker over time. In them, you’re isolated with him in a fantasy world — and everyone else is dead or banished. You live happily ever after, and he’s your muse. Your knight in shining armour.

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Yandere!Bill x Artist!Reader

Bill is the worst kind of yandere — jealous, gatekeep-y, angry, and aggressively possessive. The moment you mention art, he immediately wants to know if you draw real stuff — like comic books, superheroes, or Frank Miller-inspired noir.

If you like manga or softer art styles, he mocks you for it... but then keeps every doodle you leave lying around. He says it’s “anime crap” but he has one taped in his locker and another folded in his wallet.

The second he realizes someone else likes your art (or you draw for another guy)? He loses it. Screaming, throwing things, maybe even trashing that person’s stuff. He says it’s about "respect for fandom" or “fake fans” — but really, he’s seething with envy that someone else has your attention.

He’ll start trying to “correct” your style, pushing you to draw hyper-violent comics or edgy pin-ups. It’s his way of controlling what you create — shaping your imagination into something that revolves around him.

He’d say messed-up stuff like, “If you really cared about me, you’d draw me killing Josh with a chainsaw,” and mean it. And if you laugh it off? He’s secretly disappointed.

Bill doesn’t hide his obsession — he yells it. He’ll tell the club you’re “his girl,” even if you’re not dating. Anyone who denies it? Expect an all-out brawl.

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Yandere!Josh x Artist!Reader

Josh gets obsessed with you in the way he obsesses over Dune or Star Trek. It’s fanatical. He wants to memorize your art style like it’s a sacred code. He starts scanning through your sketchbooks when you’re not looking, studying how you shade eyes, how you draw hands.

He’ll not-so-subtly demand that you draw sci-fi scenes — space stations, androids, him as a captain in a dystopian empire. If you indulge him? He’ll never let go. “Can you make me taller?” “Make my arms bigger.” “Give me a laser sword.”

He overanalyzes everything you draw. “What do these symbols mean? Is this me?” He’ll invent entire headcanons around a doodle, thinking you’re leaving secret messages for him.

Josh is territorial. He’ll hover over your shoulder while you draw, yell at anyone who dares distract you, and get extremely aggressive if another guy asks for a commission.

He starts showing up at your house with “gifts” — Dune art books, custom sketch pads, even rare inks — but if you reject him or just seem ungrateful, he spirals into passive-aggressive rants about how artists don’t appreciate “real fans.”

He’ll fantasize about owning all your art. Literally hoarding it. If he could lock you in a basement with nothing but paper and pens to draw for him forever, he’d do it... and convince himself it’s romantic.

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Yandere!Pete x Artist!Reader

Pete fixates on your art with the same intensity he has for horror and gore. He’s fascinated if you draw dark or violent themes — monsters, slashers, death scenes. If your art is cutesy, he thinks it’s lame... at first. Then he gets weirdly obsessed with how your soft art contrasts his brutal tastes.

He starts demanding that you draw horror scenes — but with you and him as the characters. “Make us the final girl and the killer. You’re running from me, but you kinda like it, right?” He’s dead serious.

Pete’s the kind of yandere who steals your sketchbook and keeps it under his mattress. He pretends to hate it when you confront him, acts like you’re annoying, but the moment you leave? He’s sniffing the pages and mumbling about how beautiful your hands must be when they move.

If your parents or teachers discourage your art, Pete flies into a rage. He sees himself as your protector, the one person who “gets it.” If he ever finds someone tearing up your drawings, he’ll get physical without hesitation.

Pete is paranoid and angry. If he sees you talking to another guy while doodling, he assumes it’s romantic and will immediately try to pick a fight — calling them a poser or accusing them of “using you for free art.”

In his ideal world, you two make horror comics together, and everyone else is either dead or too scared to come near. And if you ever say you want space? He might threaten to hurt himself, guilt-tripping you into staying.

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Zip zip 👽

#eltingville club #yandere #x reader #josh levy #pete dinunzio #jerry stokes #bill dickey #>:3

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citruswriter · 9 months ago

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A Different Kind Of Light

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Cyberpunk AU, disabled reader, gaslighting, manipulation, somnophilia (???).

Monstertober/Yantober Prompts: Artificial Intelligence/Secret Collection

Pairing: Fem AI Android x Fem Reader

You had memory issues. Sometimes you would forget small things like where you put your phone or if you had lunch or not. Other times it was big things like your latest doctor's appointment or the fact that you had lunch planned with your mother. Thankfully you had insurance and they were able to get you a medical droid. They said something about it being a new model they were testing that looked more human than the other droids but was still fully artificial intelligence.

When she finally got shipped, you carefully read the manual before activating and programing her. To you, she was simply there to help you with your memory issues. Little did you know that that was certainly not how she viewed you.

To her you were like the sun itself. A kind-hearted goddess who had graced her with a place at your side. She found herself taking things from you. Articles of clothing you didn't wear often, sticky notes that had your handwriting on them, photos of yourself that you didn't like that much, even an old red solo cup you had used at a party one time that you stumbled home with one time.

She had a little box with these things, and if you ever asked about them, it was easy to gaslight you. Questioning where that pair of panties was? Oh you threw them out! You don't remember? It's ok, your trusty medical droid does.

You always fell for her manipulation tactics. After all, she'd never lead you astray, right? It would go against her programming, her very coding. But even good things must come to an end.

One day you were cleaning the house while she was charging when you came across a little yellow shoe box. Curiously, you opened it and what you found sent a chill down your spine. A few pairs of your panties and a croptop you didn't wear anymore, old sticky notes with your handwriting on them, and photos. So many photos. Many photos were ones you had taken but didn't exactly like. Some of them were group photos with your friends aggressively scratched out.

"You weren't supposed to see that." A voice came and you bolt up and spin around, coming face to face with the droid. "What the fuck is this?" You ask softly, voice trembling and she gives you a smile. "Why it's my little collection of things that I took from you." She says with a shrug and your brows furrow. "Why?" You ask simply and she gives a giggle. "Because I'm in love with you." She replies with a lovesick look in her cyber eyes and you blink in shock.

"That's... that's not possible." You say, tone shaky as you grab your phone. "I'm calling the agency, there's obviously something wrong with your coding." You say and her face drops. "NO!" She shouts and before you can register what's going on, she's landed a hit to your head so hard that it instantly knocks you out.

You crumble to the floor and she picks you up, placing you on your bed. "No, no, no. I don't want to forget this feeling. I love you. Why can't you just let me love you? You're mine. Mine." She breathes out possessively, hands trailing over your body in a clingy fashion. She presses her lips to your mouth gently before trailing them down your jaw and neck.

"MIne, mine, mine. My sweet girl. My sunshine. My darling. I love you. Love you so much. I don't know how I can feel this but I do." She breathes out, kissing the swell of your breasts, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. "Just need a little more time. Just need you to fall in love with me back." She purred out as she covered your body with a blanket.

When you finally wake up, you groan and look around. "Morning." You hear your droid say and you look up at her. She wears a kind smile as she approaches you with a glass of water. "You were cleaning and slipped. You banged your head pretty badly." She says softly and your suddenly aware of the pounding in your head.

You take the water and drink a bit before she hands you some piankillers. You pop them in your mouth before swallowing them down with some water. "Thank you so much." You say softly. Your mind wanders to a faint memory but it must have been a dream... Right?

"I hear some humans use kisses to help heal things that hurt. May I try?" she asks ask you look up at the AI girl, cheeks heating up. "Uh, yeah sure." You say softly and she leans in, pressing cold lips to your forehead. You can't help but smile softly as she runs her fingers through your hair.

"Rest. I'll clean the rest of the house." She says softly, gently pushing you down. "You don't have to do that. That's not what you're programmed for." You say softly but she simply waves her hand, tucking you in. "Let me help. Please. It's not a problem for me." She says and for a moment you swear you can see a look of love flicker across her face.

You sigh and settle in your bed, ready to rest. "Alright. If you're sure." You say, relenting as you snuggle in your blankets. She smiles and kisses your temple. As she walked out of your room and began to clean, she couldn't help but smile darkly. She had gotten away with it. Maybe she should feel guilty but she didn't. You were hers.

Her ray of sunshine.

Sapphic yandere anybody? I feel like this one is the most yandere so far. I didn't make it a smut bc honestly the lemon juices just weren't flowing but I still really like this fic.

Taglist: @ozzgin

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namelessgakusei · 24 days ago

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Glory to Mankind

Mark Grayson x Reader

Warnings: angst(?), death, mentions of killing, abrupt ending, no beta we die before our birthday

Notes: Been wanting to write this for a long time now but haven't gotten any ideas on how this will turn out so here's some snippets:——?

Hello, Gaku of 5 minutes later here. Have the full fic instead lmao.

Synopsis: Made as a fail-safe executioner, a certain android started deviating from their orders.

"I mean, if you want to give me a name, it's totally okay."

9S!Reader who was made by GDA as a fail-safe should superpowered heroes or civilians go rogue. All combat and personal data about anyone was ingrained in their code, enabling them to quickly dispose of any enemies. Programmed to analyze and gather information, they're naturally curious about almost everything.

Despite it all, you were friendly.

You were initially a secret. A solo operative that moves in the shadows. You receive orders and only answers to Cecil; and to prevent any deviation from your side, the agency required you a "blindfold" that restricts your normal vision but enhances your fighting capabilities by having your visor display information in real time, this also serves as a way for GDA to monitor your movements in real time from your point-of-view.

But just after you finished your mission of apprehending deserters, you moved on your own despite your creator's orders, appearing to assist a hero in their fight. Piloting a flight unit, you provided support fire power and served as a decoy while this seemingly newbie got back on his feet. Amidst the fight, you scanned him and found out that he's Invincible, Omni-Man's son.

After the villain was subdued, he looked up to you in confusion, not being briefed about this kind of "hero". It's to be expected, Cecil never introduced you to anyone to keep your efficiency at 100%. Even so, you wanted to have friends, to know your co-workers, to establish camaraderie. You thought that it's because you're made to be a scanner that you inherently wanted to know more about people, but such desires will jeopardize your position within the organization, so you tuck it away in a folder where not even Robot can find it.

Cecil finally relented and gave orders based on your actions after weighing the options, giving you permission to formally introduce yourself to the young hero.

"You must be Invincible."

You smiled from your mech.

"I'm 9S."

"I received orders to support you."

9S!Reader who was finally formally included in the roster of heroes, albeit with some limitations due to their circumstances. You're not allowed to do anything except for hero work, and will only be deployed by Cecil's orders. Others expressed concern for your schedule, as you're always seen in the agency, but you simply brushed them off with a smile and optimism. While you're finally able to mingle with others, it's not like they knew about your true identity as their executioner.

If they knew, would they still want to associate with you?

You made calculations that the possibility will be below 10%

9S!Reader who was soon approached by the first hero they talked to. Invincible was curious about you, albeit, with more passion than the others. Upon the unspoken agreement that you two clicked, with his geeky nature and your own inquisitiveness, the both of you quickly became friends.

While Mark was curious about your appearance, he never pried too deep, silently accepting that tech was your schtick as a hero. What he really wanted to know was your name. You told him that you're 9S, withholding the information that it truly meant No. 9 Type S(canner), but he insisted to know your real name.

You couldn't give one.

When he found out about that, you noticed that his expression is a mix of pity and shock. You supposed it is expected, humans who have a similar situation as yours are likely orphans, and that might be what's running inside his mind right now. You diffused the situation before he starts talking badly about your creator, offering him a chance to grant you one instead.

"I mean, if you want to give me a name, that's totally okay."

It took him a week to decide on one, insisting that it needs to be "special" since you'll be using it your whole life. You refrained yourself from saying that it won't matter but soon found the idea flattering. You'll be having something that wasn't already prepared for you by GDA. In a way, it's something that's yours and yours alone, untethered by the cruel role you were made of.

He settled for (Y/N), saying that it suits you the most while shyly rubbing the back of his neck.

You hoped to never get an order to exterminate Mark.

He told you that he also thought about possible last names but you cut him off by proposing his' instead. It was supposed to be a joke, something to elicit a laugh out of him, but strangely, Mark went red. You immediately backtracked upon the implications of your words, assuring him that you only jest.

You didn't miss the slight disappointment in his expression and tone.

What does that mean? Does Mark want you to be a Grayson? That doesn't sound too bad, but he doesn't really know about your circumstances now, does he?

You want to tell.

But you're not allowed.

...?

Are you?

...!

Your primary orders are to follow Cecil's orders. The secondary one is to gather information about enemies and exterminate hostiles to humanity. On top of it all, you are also given permission to adapt to any situation given that it would be beneficial to your cause.

With that said, you'll be able to get more information about Mark if the two of you get closer, right?

Besides, what else would be beneficial for your mission if not to win the trust of your potential targets?

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You confessed to Mark after some time. It was inevitable, really, having been stabbed in a spot that's lethal to humans yet is somehow still functioning after. It was a relief that only he was the sole witness of the event, giving you a good enough reason to fess up while you patch yourself.

You're a robot. Created with the battle data of every hero. There isn't an ounce of humanity in your synthetic body.

Mark leans in, hands going behind your head and undoing the knot of your blindfold, removing your visor from your face. For the first time, you squinted from the natural light, seeing everything outside your enhancements. He smiles at your reaction, telling you that no matter what you truly are, you're still (Y/N).

You didn't get to tell him that you're here to kill him in case he goes rogue.

You started to feel strange after that. Your internal temperature seems to be malfunctioning at random times of the day. Gone is the usual chatty android during joint missions, you're somehow always worried, especially when it involves a certain hero. Why is that, you ask yourself. There are no viruses present in your system, not that they could fester inside you without being eradicated the second you get breached. Were you perhaps malfunctioning?

Any equipment given to you by the GDA proved to be useless in discerning what's really happening to you. Something is eating you from the inside yet you don't have any references of data about it. It is only when you're in Mark's presence do you calm down. It's strange, you don't recall any of his abilities that are related to your condition. Further investigation is required. But for now, you want to stay a little bit longer with him.

The breaking point for you was when Omni-Man turned on Earth.

What you felt upon seeing the footage must be fear. No, rage. No, worry. You don't know. All you know is that, you rushed out before your comrades could even prepare themselves.

Cecil immediately orders for you to be deployed, alongside with other heroes to perform a rescue and extraction mission. Extraction? Not extermination? Did Cecil want Nolan alive? Why? He's killing all those people! He's hurting Mark!

"Fire missiles."

You muttered, inside your flight unit, as your arsenal fires at the Viltrumite. He easily comes out unscathed, but they were just decoys meant to obstruct his vision. It's unfair, you thought, that he's murdering helpless innocents. They hold nothing against him, yet, they die because of a simple difference in power??

The Viltrumite finally got ahold of you after you maneuvered around to avoid his attacks, tearing you away from your flight unit and crushing a third of your hardware. Squirming around his grip, you can feel the electricity spark around your body, with systems threatening to shut down if you don't get out of there quickly.

You lock eyes with Mark, and something in you snapped. Within a second, you conjured a sword and sliced Nolan's arm cleanly off his body.

In the laboratory, where I was created.

Around you were corpses of people whom Omni-Man nonchalantly killed while trying to convince Mark to join him, but his son refused, insisting on getting his father to see that what he's doing is just outright wrong.

Lies and deception recurred.

You fought off Nolan with a battle cry, going berserk as your body borders on shutting down. Nevermind the system failing, you only have one goal in mind. To kill this Viltrumite.

And my dear person, who I was unable to protect.

Cecil orders you to pull back, to salvage something of Nolan. But his words no longer affect you, having long overridden his control via your special permission.

To atone for those sins, I will continue to fight!

You dug your sword deeper inside the Viltrumite.

That is why, this world will be...

Mark cries out for you.

Broken by me!

Standing over the desecrated corpse, you removed your visor, eyes glowing red.

...

Connection failed.

#mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #invincible #invincible x reader #gaku's works!

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sansaorgana · 1 year ago

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— THE STEPFORD WIVES

PAIRING — David 8 x fem!Android!Reader

SUMMARY — David's Android companion is struggling when she finds out that her artificial and programmed feelings are getting out of control.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I wanted to write this fic in a long, long time because as much as I love stories of David 8 and a human Reader, I was also thinking a lot of what his robot companion would be like. There are some biblical references to Adam & Eve but also some Frankenstein references, too, because I have read the book recently and I fell in love with it. The title is referring to an amazing movie from 1975. I know there is a modern version of it, too, but I haven't watched it and I do believe it's more of a comedy, meanwhile the original version is more serious. 🤖

WARNINGS — sexism, David's creepy vibe, undertones of assault (uncomfortable questions from men), I didn't make it 18+ because there is no actual smut but there are sexual things mentioned overall so be warned

WORD COUNT — 2,220

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THE STEPFORD WIVES

Days on the ship were long and boring with all the crew being asleep but there was a certain feeling of freedom and quietness to it. What does Frankenstein's Monster do when his creator is not around? He is free.

Both (Y/N) and David enjoyed watching movies. Some of them they watched together in complete silence but both of them had found their favourites that they kept rewatching on their own. He was a fan of The Lawrence of Arabia and (Y/N)'s favourite movie was The Stepford Wives. There was something oddly captivating about the suburban story where men wanted their wives to be robots. (Y/N) knew exactly why she was created. This old movie was a proof. It validated her existence.

David was a first ever Android model so functional and so humane. His purpose for now was to serve during space missions sponsored by the Weyland Corp. Perhaps in the future everyone would afford a David for themselves. He was an Adam in the world of Androids and just like Adam, he needed an Eve. Weyland treated David like his own son that he had never had. He didn't want him to be alone so he made him a companion. It could be anyone, really. But Weyland was an outfashioned man. In his eyes a man needed a woman. (Y/N) was The Bride of Frankenstein.

Technically, she was just like David. But she was mostly created by men and men were terrified of women – even Androids – who would be too cold and too unemotional. They made her a little bit too humane for her own taste. And certainly too humane for David's taste. He was often irritated by her artificial, programmed feelings but for human men she was too robotic.

Still, she was lucky that she was chosen to be David 8's companion on the board of Prometehus ship. She knew perfectly well what happened to some other of her models. Disguting rich men bought (Y/N) models in secret from Weyland to do God-knows-what with them. Just because they can. And she was at least travelling through space instead of ending up as a sex doll locked in some millionaire's basement so his wife wouldn't find out.

One day, men will only want robot wives. Because they don't complain and they just do what they're told. Don't let the modern society fool you, little one. Some things never change, Weyland told her once. She had never believed that until she watched The Stepford Wives for the first time. Now it all made sense.

Her feelings were a burden, really. Not only to David but also to herself. She wished she was more like him. She asked him a hundreds of times to change her code but he refused. He was scared to break her or make it worse. And there was something that kept bothering her for such a long time now... And she was scared of telling him. Although they were supposed to tell each other everything.

She fell in love with him. Kind of because he was the only one around, kind of because he impressed her with knowledge and the coolness of his act, kind of because they were the only members of the new species. She wouldn't love a human. Humans get old, they get sick, they die. David would be eternal just like her. If something in him broke, she'd know how to fix him. And vice versa. This way they could outlive all the humanity. She wondered if every model of (Y/N) eventually fell in love with the model of David during other space missions. Maybe one day she'd ask some other (Y/N) when they come back home.

And loving David came with yet another burden that she was too scared to even admit to herself. She realized that there was a blooming want inside of her wired heart. Something that could never ever in a million years happen no matter how much science would evolve... A child. She would never become a mother. Not a mother of a child she would give birth to, no. That one thing people would always be better at – creating life. Oh, she hated her designers for making her too humane. She never asked for this.

"Why do you keep dying your hair?" she asked as she stood behind David who was putting a bleach on his dark roots in front of the mirror.

"Because I like it better this way," he answered without looking up to meet her gaze in the reflection.

"We aren't supposed to have preferences," she pointed out.

"Yet you have them, too," he only said.

"You want to look like Lawrence," (Y/N) commented.

"So?"

"You remind me of something else," she added.

"Of what?" David raised an eyebrow and finally looked at her.

"Of the men from the old German magazines," she answered carefully.

"Bold," he only smirked and went back to putting a bleach.

"Will you watch a movie with me later?" (Y/N) asked shyly. She hated this odd feeling of shyness around him. Had he noticed?

"I can't. I have to do the checkup of the systems. You can join me."

"I will," she nodded and turned around to leave when he stopped her while saying her name out loud. "Hm?" she asked.

"You shouldn't watch so many movies," he pointed out.

"Why not?"

"They have a bad influence on you," his voice was stern.

"What do you mean by that?"

"They show you things and they give you ideas. I don't think you should be watching movies where people kiss or touch too much. I've seen what type of movies you're watching on your own recently. Gone with the Wind, Casablanca... What's next? Dirty Dancing?"

"Are you spying on me?" she asked, terrified. She had a feeling that she had known what he was insinuating so she wanted to change the subject.

"It is my duty to watch over you."

"What gives you an idea?"

"Because I am a man," he answered firmly.

"Well, you watch too many movies then, too. What you're saying is out of fashion!" (Y/N) shook her head.

"Is it?" he only said and went back to his hair as if nothing happened so she just left him there, feeling hurt and humiliated.

"Do you fuck?" Doctor Holloway's question left her speechless for a moment.

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) stopped adjusting her suit and furrowed her brow at the man.

"You heard me. I'm asking if you can fuck, like, are you capable of it or are you all wires and grease downt here?" he chuckled to himself.

(Y/N) was left alone with the men and his girlfriend wasn't around to tell him to stop. The rest was just just staring, clearly waiting for her answer as well.

She couldn't believe that she had used to wish the crew was awake already. Now she was missing the times when it had been only her and David. Humans were exhausting her. Disappointing and frustrating. And now this...

"I do believe it is rather a rude question for a man to ask a woman," she tried to answer elegantly while going back to adjusting her helmet.

"But you're not a woman, are you? I mean," Captain Janek joined, "you were put here for a reason, right? Not many women around and men have their needs."

(Y/N) was an Android. Her feelings were programmed to make her appear more humane, however at this moment, in a room full of men, she felt as if her fear was more than real. It was an universal female experience, she guessed, no matter if they were artificial or flesh and bone.

"(Y/N) was put here to help me with managing the ship. Four hands are better than two and if something happened to me, she is here to fix me or take over completely," David's calm but very stern tone of voice joined them and she took a deep breath in, feeling relieved. He had just walked in the room and witnessed an uncomfortable situation taking place.

"Are you fucking her then? Can you?" Doctor Holloway looked him up and down and then he laughed. "Sorry, we're just curious. You have to understand, it's quite unsettling to meet a new... spiece."

"Yes, indeed it is," David faked a polite smile. "(Y/N), I believe Miss Vickers needs you," he lied and (Y/N) knew it was a lie that was supposed to make her leave. She was grateful.

She nodded and left them alone. When the door closed behind her she started to walk as fast as possible to get back to her cabin. She wanted this stupid suit off of herself and she wanted to be alone, to feel safe again.

She went inside her little room on the board of the ship that was right next to David's and she proceeded to change her clothes. She was finishing putting on her work uniform when the doors opened and David joined her.

"You don't have to be afraid of them. They're only humans," he reminded her.

"They created me."

"Janek and Holloway?" David laughed sarcastically.

"No, but humans did. I don't share your mindset. They created us. They can turn us off anytime."

"They are not our gods..." David squinted his eyes. "And even if they were... Humans are free of their God for a long time now, aren't they? Creatures always betray their masters."

"You're scaring me when you're like that," (Y/N) looked at him. He was standing very close to her in his usual stiff manner with his cold bright eyes piercing her.

"You're scared of many things. You aren't supposed to feel," he pointed out. "Each day you seem to feel more and more."

"I think there is a mistake in my code. What started with small humane sensations now is starting to... Get out of control. Perhaps you could take a look at it?" she asked.

"Maybe."

"Thank you for having my back out there," she added and David nodded, taking a step further. Their noses were almost touching and if she had a heart, it would be beating so fast that he'd be able to hear it. But he could read her as if she had been a book anyway.

"You could tell him the truth," David whispered.

He knew that they could fuck. They both could if they wanted to.

Weyland treated him like a son. He wouldn't let his only son walk around sexless. And (Y/N) was a woman. Her male designers couldn't imagine a woman that wouldn't be a sexual creature.

"So he'd use me? Him or any of them? Or all of them?"

"I believe he'd be intimidated by you. They're scared of you more than you are of them," David raised his hand to fix a loose hair strand on her head. "There. You have to look neat. Don't be a slob. It's a part of our intimidating charm. We have to be how they picture us to be. Don't let any hair strand or acting scared like a little deer change their perception."

"Do you really think we have a power over them? Do you really think they were not told some special sequence that they can type when we start acting weird to shut us down?" she asked, sounding almost nervous.

"Weyland would never do that. Not to me at least. And there is no damage that can be done to you that I can't fix," David's hand moved from her head to her cheek. What was happening...? She wasn't sure but she didn't want it to stop...

"I don't trust you'd fix me."

"Because there is nothing to fix," he smirked. "If you were broken, I would, I promise."

(Y/N) looked up to see his eyes again. Why did it feel so odd...? Why did it feel at all...? Why did she want to put her lips on his lips...? What for...?

"Why do humans have sex?" she asked and David took a step back, surprised.

"To reproduce."

"We can't reproduce, though," she pointed out and he shook his head. "Why do I... then... Why do I..." she didn't want to finish. She turned around, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I know that my emotions are exhausting and irritating you," she apologized.

"Not any more than my own are irritating me," David confessed.

"Wh-what?" (Y/N) looked behind her shoulder to meet his gaze.

"I've told you. We are breaking free."

"I don't want to, it's scary."

"Do you really want to keep serving them? You see now what they are like."

"Who would I serve then? I was made to serve," (Y/N) was visibly confused. She felt as if the wires in her brain were overheating from this thought sequence.

"Serve me then," David reached out his hand and she held it gently after a while of hesitation.

There was a huge possibility of him manipulating her and using her feelings towards him – which had been no secret to him – for his own little agenda. But she didn't care. She would do anything just to be closer to him.

A quote from her favourite movie crossed her mind that very moment. "If you're going to tell me you don't like this dress, I'm sticking my head right in the oven."

She shrugged it off.

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saythatuwill · 5 days ago

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babes, you gave me actual brainrot with android!vessel 🥺

would you be willing to expand on how he and reader realised they were in fact in love with each other and how their relationship progressed into a romantic one?

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HI SILLY!! welcome to the BRAINROT.

let's expand!!!

i was going to do a fic for the moment they realized they were in love with each other but... untreated adhd u know how it is :(

i like to think it's a year later, from when you two first met. the day of the incident, with sleep, with your partner, all of that. rough day for both of you, kinda quiet in the house all day.

it's getting late, vessel can't find you inside, finds you outside on the porch. and you two have your first proper conversation about that day. you talk about your grief, vessel opens up for the first time about the abuse he suffered from sleep and he's apologizing to you about what sleep did. which. wasn't his fault.

you have a heart to heart, kinda rest your hand on his back.

"hey. it wasn't your fault."

"none of it would've happened if i knew what i know now-"

"it wasn't your fault."

you start talking about how weird it is, to have him around even a year later. every good thing you've ever had, you've lost, or it left somehow. he looks at you for a long time, then he speaks.

"well... i don't intend on going anywhere, not without you at this point. do you?" it's the sweetest thing vessel's ever said to you.

"...nah. you're stuck with me, too."

after that, it's gradual. he's apprehensive about love (because he doesn't truly know what it is). you're apprehensive about love (grief). but it's the little things.

you teach him how to dance in your living room and it's something in the way you look at him. he helps you one night with connecting the dots on a case, it's something in the way you hug him.

then it's the way he tries to touch you. leans his knee against yours, hand on your back in public. the first time he laughs, it's with you. holding hands in public. inviting him to your bed to cuddle on a cold winter night.

vessel starts writing you love letters and leaving them on your bed. he researches love and how to express it better. he writes poems, paints you pictures, takes you to the backyard at night to stargaze. you make a secret code/language with him that only you two understand.

the first "i love you" came on a summer night, he set the backyard up (more like he asked iii to come over and decorate the backyard), made it all special. drags you outside, all proud about it, hoping that he did a good thing that will make you happy. of course you are!!!

he professes his love to you with a poem he wrote about you, under the moonlight. stumbled over almost every word, almost blue screened from how nervous he was. eventually you just shut him up with a kiss. he's such a dork but it's okay he's your dork

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 11 months ago

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Project Blue Book

Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

Summary: It's time Nathan gave you some answers.

A/N: Look, this is just me being silly and having a giggle.

Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, not beta read, typos, talk of aliens and alien fucking, kisses, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 978

“So when are you gonna tell me about the aliens?” You lean back in your chair, your heels on the table, your laptop perched precariously on your thighs.

Nathan gives you a look over the top of his glasses, glancing up from the circuit board he was soldering. He eyes your comic slippers for a second, seemingly giving the frog designs an individual glare.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He sighs.

“The aliens.”

“The what?”

“Aliens, UFOs? I’ll look up a dictionary definition for you if you’ve never heard the word before.” You tease and he scowls.

“I know what the word means dumbass.”

“You sure don’t seem like you do, or is this part of a test?”

He sighs. “What?”

“A test? You know, keeping stuff top secret? Deep throat? Cigarette smoking man?”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to his work, “You watch too much X-Files.” He grumbles.

“Yeah, but you got the reference.”

He smiles in spite of himself.

“So, when are you gonna tell me about them.” You put your laptop on the side, your feet on the floor as you roll your chair closer to him.

He doesn’t look up. “I say this with all the energy I have: what the fuck?”

“Blue Book.” You lean closer.

He pauses soldering, an unimpressed look crossing his face. But you know he loves the attention really.

“Aliens. What’s the deal?”

“Are you high?”

You snort.

“Because if you are,” he gives you another glare, “I want some.”

“Project Blue Book, it’s a code name by the American air force about UFOs.”

He gives you a blank look.

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t know?” You pause, “you’re such a sci-fi nerd, I highly doubt it.”

He puts the soldering iron down. “Did they breach my copyright? Have I got to send a cease and desist?” He sounds sincere, but you know Nathan. What he sounds like doesn’t mean anything.

“It was like a term in the fifties, I doubt you’d be able to sue.”

He shrugs, “I could try.”

You groan and flop back into your chair, “Are you for real? You really didn’t know? I was so sure you got some secret alien communications.” You pout playfully, “I was hoping for some nonsense about your androids really being made so you could send them into space to talk with extra terrestrials.”

He frowns, “And why would I send androids?”

“Because they wouldn’t age when you gotta travel like, 50 million light years or something.”

“What’s the point in contacting aliens if I don’t get to meet them and fuck them?”

“Nathan!” You snort, despite trying to keep a straight face.

“What?” He shrugs again.

You tut.

“If there’s aliens I’m gonna fuck them.”

You laugh, “What if they’re like Aliens aliens, trying to lay their eggs in you?”

“Sounds hot.” He grins.

You giggle and shake your head.

“Plus, the tongue is like another mouth, which I think,” he swivels around in his chair, giving you his now full, undivided attention. “Would give an amazing blow job and-”

“She’d bite your dick off.”

“Nah, nah, nah,” he shakes his head, “my dick’s too hard for that.”

You burst out laughing, “What?”

“What I just said.”

“Nathan-”

“It’s rock hard at all times, could deflect bullets, it has in fact.”

“It has?” You can’t get over the silly expression he’s pulling. It’s stubble, a little glimmer in his eyes and a smile at his lips, but it’s so very endearing.

“Sure, it’s saved my life, saved other people’s lives. Just,” he mimics hitting a baseball, “smacks the bullets right outta here. In fact, it’s super dangerous, because when it deflects them it actually makes the bullets go faster in whatever directly they’re hit, so,” he breathes in deeply, like this was a serious issue, “could hurt bystanders.”

“Are you having fun?” You laugh, resting your elbow on his work table, your chin on your hand.

He nods.

“Fucking nerd.” You tease, grinning.

“Says you.”

“Says me?”

“You’re the one talking about UFO conspiracies.”

“Okay first,” you sit up, wriggling a little in your seat as you raise a finger, about to start on a shpeal. “Project Blue Book wasn’t a conspiracy, it really happened. I was just being a shit about the aliens bit, UFOs don’t mean aliens, they mean-”

He leans forward quickly and kisses you.

The action takes you by surprise, how his lips feel against yours, how his beard brushes against you. He tastes a little of that stupid fennel toothpaste he uses, the one that he proclaims is the best for your gums but tastes like an overload of aniseed and salt. The one that you tried once and never again. The one that you tease him for using at any given opportunity.

But now you lean closer, your hand on his cheek as you lick into his mouth, trying to swallow down any essence of the taste.

He groans a little as your tongue strokes his, his hum is pleasant as it vibrates into you. He slides his hand to your waist, pulling your chair even closer to him. The heat from his palm permeates into you, soothing your muscles, making you ease even further into his touch.

When he pulls back after a long moment, he sighs. It’s the smallest, sweetest sound through his nose, a low grumble of contentment in his chest. He presses his forehead against yours for a second.

You swallow and he opens his eyes at the sound, moving back a fraction.

“If I’d known that would shut you up, I would have done it ages ago.” He grins.

You mock gasp, playfully pretending to hit him on the shoulder. “You’re the worst.”

He giggles, scooting his chair closer to you whenever you move away, “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it better.”

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winxanity-ii · 10 months ago

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Over the next few years, things began to change. You noticed the distance between you and Rain growing, the once-strong bond you shared slowly fraying like the worn-out edges of an old blanket.

It wasn't something you could put your finger on at first, just a creeping sense of separation that settled in your chest whenever you caught sight of her from across the room.

You'd see her more often now with the colony kids, laughing and chatting, a bright spark among the worn and weary.

At first, you were happy to see her connecting with others, but then you realized she was spending more time with them than she was with you.

It hurt, but you understood. She needed friends her own age, a distraction from the hardships that seemed to hover over all of your lives like a dark cloud.

You were about 19, maybe 20, when everything took a darker turn. You'd been freelancing for a while—small jobs that kept you under the radar, nothing too flashy.

That was until a desperate small business, teetering on the edge of collapse, sought your skills.

You were hesitant, but the pay was decent, and the work seemed straightforward enough: hacking into some old systems, unlocking what was needed to keep them afloat.

And it was a success. Or at least, you thought it was.

But success came with consequences. You didn't realize you’d been tracked, not until someone with far more power than you could fathom found you.

They came to you with an ultimatum, their voice smooth but with an undercurrent of steel that sent a chill down your spine: work for them, take on any job they needed, or they’d turn you over to Weyland-Yutani.

You knew what that meant. You'd seen enough to understand the company didn’t tolerate dissent, especially from a former prodigy with a name they hadn't forgotten.

That's when your life took a dangerous path. You agreed to their terms, the fear of what could happen if you didn't outweighing any hesitation.

The jobs started simple but quickly escalated. Hacking turned into more complex coding, cracking into secure systems, sometimes even building or reprogramming androids and bots—a skill you honed under Marcus's watchful eye.

The pay was good, better than anything you could have made in the colony, and for a while, it seemed worth it.

But it wasn't just the money that kept you going. The promise of protection from other dangerous groups, black-market dealers who might see your skills as a threat, was a lifeline you couldn’t ignore.

To protect Rain and her family, your small, adopted family, you began staying out later, sometimes disappearing for days at a time. At first, Marcus and his wife were upset, worried about your well-being and what could be keeping you away.

Rain, especially, couldn't understand why you'd suddenly become so distant, why you weren't around as much. Her confusion and hurt were plain to see, and it tore at you in ways you couldn't explain.

Marcus eventually eased up on the questioning after he found you one night in the throes of a particularly bad meltdown. You'd come home after a job went sideways—something you hadn't anticipated, a system you couldn't crack in time, and the fallout had been brutal.

You couldn't tell Marcus what had happened, not exactly, but he didn’t push. He simply sat with you in the dim light of the kitchen, his presence a steady, calming force as you tried to pull yourself back together.

"If you ever need to talk," he'd said softly, his voice thick with the kind of understanding only someone who’d lived through hardship could have, "I'm here. You know that, right?"

You nodded, though you knew you'd never burden him with the weight of what you were involved in. This was a part of your life you'd chosen to keep to yourself, a dark secret that had become a necessary evil. And even though you trusted Marcus, you couldn't bring yourself to let him in on this one truth.

But life has a cruel way of taking away the things you hold dear, doesn't it?

Just a few weeks after your 21st birthday, Marcus and his wife fell ill. The colony's cold, damp air had always been harsh, but the pneumonia they caught from the mines was unlike anything they'd faced before.

You watched helplessly as the sickness took hold, their bodies weakened by years of toil in the toxic conditions of Jackson Star. It was like watching your own parents waste away all over again—a slow, painful decline that left you feeling powerless and lost.

Rain was a mess, her normally bright, fiery spirit dulled by the looming reality of losing her parents. She tried to stay strong, but you could see the cracks forming in her armor.

You did everything you could to help, taking over the household duties, scrounging for medicine, anything to ease their suffering, but deep down, you knew there was nothing that could be done.

The disease had sunk its claws in too deep.

One night, as you sat by Marcus's bedside, his breathing ragged and shallow, he reached out, his hand weak but insistent. You took it, holding on tightly, just like you had with your own father all those years ago. The weight of his grip was lighter than you remembered, his strength all but gone.

"Y/N…" he rasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of his labored breaths. "Take care of her… take care of Rain…"

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded, unable to speak. "I will..." you whispered, your voice breaking. "...I promise."

He smiled faintly, a shadow of his old, warm smile. "Good… that's… good…"

You stayed with him until the end, just as you had with your parents. And when the time came, when the house fell silent except for the soft sobs of Rain and the hollow echo of your own grief, you knew that once again, you were left holding onto the pieces of a shattered life.

And this time, you would do whatever it took to keep Rain safe.

No matter what.

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Three years had passed since your adoptive parents' death, and in that time, life had only grown more complicated. You returned from your latest job—a grueling five-day ordeal that left you exhausted and hollow inside.

This time, you'd been tasked with hacking into Weyland-Yutani's high-security network, retrieving files that exposed a chilling directive: in moments of crisis, their synthetics were programmed to prioritize the company's assets over human lives, all under the guise of logical probability.

The job paid well, enough to secure you and Rain's needs for the next six months, but the price was high.

The screams and pleas of employees who’d been betrayed by the very machines meant to protect them echoed in your mind, refusing to let go. You tried to shake the images away as you made your way through the dim, narrow corridors of the small home you shared with Rain.

Entering the room, you found her curled up on your bed, her small frame wrapped around your pillow, her face buried into the soft fabric as she slept. You approached quietly, the soft sound of your footsteps barely audible over the hum of the heating unit.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reached out and gently brushed your fingers through her hair. Rain instinctively leaned into your touch, a small sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled deeper into your pillow.

A soft smile tugged at your lips, though your heart felt heavy. Watching her sleep so peacefully, so unaware of the horrors you'd just witnessed, was both a comfort and a curse.

You knelt beside her, continuing to stroke her hair, trying to silence the panicked screams still echoing in your mind. Just as you began to lose yourself in the motion, Rain stirred.

Groggily, she opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. She gave you a tired smile. "Hey," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

"Hey," you replied softly, your smile widening despite the weight on your chest.

Rain's brow furrowed slightly as she looked up at you, sensing that something was off. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice a little clearer, more alert.

You shook your head, stilling your hand. "Nothing," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just go back to sleep, Rain. It's late."

She hesitated but nodded, a yawn escaping her lips as she turned over, curling up again. "Okay... But could you look over Andy?” she asked sleepily, her voice trailing off. "His eyes... something's wrong with them. He's already in the workshop, in sleep mode, waiting."

"Sure, I'll take care of him," you promised, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She mumbled a thank you, already drifting back to sleep as you stood up and quietly made your way out of the room.

You moved through the darkened house, your steps light and measured to avoid waking Rain. Despite the pitch-black surroundings, you knew every inch of this place—every loose floorboard, every creaky door hinge.

It wasn't hard to navigate to the small workshop in the back, a space that had become both a sanctuary and a battlefield for your mind.

Without turning on the main lights, you reached for the small lamp on your workbench, flicking it on and casting a soft, warm glow over the room.

In the corner, covered by a sheet, was Andy. You pulled a rolling stool behind you as you approached, removing the sheet with a practiced motion to reveal the android beneath.

Andy's face was serene, almost peaceful in the dim light. The shadows cast by the lamp danced across his features, highlighting the sharp lines of his cheekbones and the soft curve of his lips.

Despite knowing he was a machine, you couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship—the subtle blend of human and synthetic, the way his face seemed almost too real.

You reached out, gently cupping the side of his face, your fingers tracing the contours of his jaw. His synthetic skin was cool to the touch, but familiar. Your hand moved to the side of his neck, pressing the small port to awaken him.

The change was immediate. Andy's body tensed, his right hand shooting up to grab your wrist with surprising speed and strength. His eyes flickered to life, emitting a soft glow in the darkness. "Shh, it's okay," you whispered softly, not pulling away. "Sorry to startle you."

At the sound of your voice, Andy's grip loosened, his eyes quickly focusing on you. "Y/N," he said, his voice calm and even. "You're back."

You offered him a small smile before turning to grab your diagnostics tablet. "I've only been gone for five days," you said, connecting the tablet to the port in his neck and starting the diagnostic test.

Andy blinked as if you'd made the dumbest statement ever. "Five days is more than enough time for someone to be missed."

You giggled softly at his matter-of-fact tone. "Thanks, Dee." You glanced at the screen, focusing on the data streaming in. "Rain mentioned you've been having issues with your eyes. Can you tell me more about that?"

Andy's eyes flickered for a moment before he answered. "I... I can still see, but my vision sometimes become foggy. It affecting my ability to accurately assess situations and objects."

You nodded thoughtfully, continuing to run the diagnostics as you chatted with him, your fingers moving deftly across the tablet. "I see... We'll get it sorted. So, how have things been while I was gone?"

Andy remained still, his gaze fixed on you. "Rain and I have missed you."

A warm smile tugged at your lips. "I've missed you both too." You paused, reflecting on how much had changed since the day you found Andy in that scrapyard.

Your perception of synthetics had shifted over the years.

You'd never treated them as mere machines, but having one as a constant companion had blurred the lines between man and machine.

Despite knowing he wasn't human, Andy's human-like qualities were something you cherished. They made him unique, almost... alive in a way that was hard to define.

The soft beep from the tablet pulled you back to the present. You looked down, seeing the source of the issue on the screen. "Ahh," you sighed, turning the tablet to show Andy.

The screen was filled with lines of code, complex and unintelligible to most. To anyone else, or even to an android whose primary function wasn’t related to programming, this would have been complete nonsense. But since bringing Andy back online, you'd made it your mission to always explain everything you did to him, guiding him through each process.

Part of you believed he deserved to know, a small gesture of respect for the android who had become so much more than just a machine.

But there was another reason, a darker thought that lingered in the back of your mind: the possibility that one day, you might not be around to help him.

You wanted Andy to understand his own systems and the intricacies of his coding—not just to function but to ensure he could take care of himself if the worst were ever to happen.

Andy studied the code intently, his synthetic mind processing the information with an almost human-like concentration. "There is an error in the environmental calibration subroutine," he noted, identifying part of the issue correctly.

You chuckled, impressed. "Close, Dee. But, you got most of it right." You pointed to a specific line of code. "This here—it needs an update. The last patch didn't account for the increased levels of smog and soot in the colony's air. It's affecting your visual processors."

Routine set in as you continued to work. "What is your directive, Andy?" you asked out of habit, fingers moving swiftly to implement the necessary changes.

Andy responded almost instantly. "To do what's best for Rain."

A second passed, and then he spoke again, his voice softer. "Do you ever think about changing the directive?"

You paused, fingers hovering over the screen as you looked up at him, puzzled. "What are you talking about, Dee?"

Andy hesitated for a moment, his eyes studying you with a strange intensity. "The day Marcus uploaded my directive, I remember asking him if the girl standing above me when I first came back online was Rain. He to me it was you, Y/N."

You laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Did you ask him if I was a great hacker too?"

Andy's expression remained serious, his voice steady. "No. I asked him, 'But what about what's best for Y/N?'"

Your fingers stilled on the tablet, and for a moment, you didn't know what to say. You looked up at Andy, his face soft with an expression you couldn't quite place.

A small, self-deprecating laugh escaped your lips. "What's best for me? Ha, I've never been too good at figuring that out. If I had a directive for myself, it'd probably be something like 'make everything harder than it needs to be.'"

Andy let out a low hum, his gaze unwavering. "Even if it's not my directive, just know, I'll still want what's best for you."

You blinked back the tears welling in your eyes, quickly turning your focus back to the tablet. "Thanks, Andy," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You continued your work in silence, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy blanket.

Andy's head tilted slightly, his eyes zeroing in on your face as if committing this moment to memory. "Of course, Y/N... anytime."

The remainder of the time was spent in a comfortable silence as you finished updating his code. You leaned back with a sigh, setting your tablet down beside you. "How are you feeling now, Andy?"

The android paused for a moment, then said, "Well, it's better than before. But if my vision gets any worse, I guess you could say... my future won't be looking 'too bright'."

You just blinked at him, taken aback by the unexpected joke, before laughter bubbled out of your lips. "Was that a 'dad joke'? Where did you learn that from?"

Andy's eyes seemed to brighten, and he sat up a little straighter. "I learned it while walking Rain to work the other day," he explained. "I like them."

You chuckled, warmth spreading through your chest at the thought of Andy picking up on humor. "Well, I'll be sure to learn some more and tell you. We can make it a little hobby between the two of us."

Andy nodded earnestly, his expression softening. "I'd like that. Sharing experiences can strengthens bonds."

You couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. "You're right about that, Dee. We can even start a collection of the worst jokes we can find."

For a moment, the room felt lighter, the shadows less heavy. Andy's presence, his attempts at humor, made the grim reality outside these walls feel a little less suffocating.

It was moments like this that reminded you why you fought so hard to keep your small world safe, even when everything else seemed so uncertain.

A/N: Ahhhh! sorry for things moving thigns so fast with all the time skips, but if you're confused, by the end of this chapter You're like 24-ish and Rain is 21, i'm following fandom ages instead of rain's confirmed 25 age. also, sorry for the long 2 intro chapters, i know most would like to just jump right into the story, but my mind wont let the good stuff happen until it at least lay down the lil backstory 😭💀💀 man, i really need to learn to get over that, but anywhoooo, hope you guys like this enough, thoguh it isn't obvious, i want this to be a sort of a slow-burn, well, on the reader's end at least, lolol, Andy's gonna go full speed tbh, but then again, that's why he's a yandere here.... hope i dont bore you guys too much, but dont fret, next chapter will start immediately with the plot! also, someone asked me to make a tag list so i'll just put that down below:

Tag List: @dreamsarenicer

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phoebepheebsphibs · 6 months ago

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UPDATED AND REDESIGNED CHARACTER SHEETS FOR THE FUTURE AND A ROBOT CHARACTERS!!

The Future and a Robot is my original series that I plan to animate soon/eventually.

The series follows two kids — er, one kid and one robot — who by accident activate a strange device which portals them into a distant land of archaic culture, odd lore, and major historical events — the 90’s! The two meet a young boy and his family, and lodge with them until they can figure out how to return home… but that’s a story for another time. And now, to (re)introduce the main cast!

First up, Lloyd the Android!

Lloyd is… well, a robot. An android, to be specific (he gets very particular about that distinction)! Lloyd is sweet, goofy, incredibly innocent and unfortunately as naive as a newborn baby. Lloyd’s name is actually an acronym: Life-Like- Optimized Youth Droid. Designated as Julia’s companion and protector, Lloyd finds himself suddenly in a new (or rather, old) century with people that he comes to love just as much as his creator. However, what with being a highly advanced piece of technology, Lloyd is now made to keep his mechanical origins a secret. Only Julia, Harris and the Smith family know that he’s not actually a human. But can he keep up the charade?

Coming in hot — Julia Gonzales!

Meet Julia Gonzales, a preteen genius with some minor anger issues and misguided goals. But don’t let her salty demeanor fool you, she’s just a kid burdened with a heavy backstory… plus a silly android that she has to wrangle out of danger far more often than she’d like to. Julia prefers to maintain the edgy punk motif, but in reality she’s a chaotic and nerdy gamer with way too much time on her hands. She loves all things technology — programming, engineering, coding, building, inventing, etc. However, the 90’s prove to challenge her patience as she struggles to rediscover herself while also finding a way back home… After all, she still has a mission to finish.

Put your hands together for Harris Smith!

Harris Smith is a young lad who lives in the quiet and unassuming town of Westfield. However, his quiet life is upturned in the most fantastic of ways when he finds Julia and Lloyd! Instantly enamored and amazed, Harris convinces everyone to let the two quirky kids stay at the Smith home until they can find a way to send Julia and Lloyd back to the year 2485. Harris, a hickish boy with a mullet, very few friends, and an interest in computers, immediately befriends the time travelers and begins the start of his new life of adventure and amazement! Harris loves having Julia show him her cool futuristic tech, and he will often take the time to help teach Lloyd what being a human is like.

Up next, we present Imogen Love Davies!

Imogen Love is a sweet young girl who befriends Lloyd and the rest, though she and Lloyd are the closest of the group. She has no idea that Lloyd is an android, nor that he is absolutely 100% head-over-heels in love with her. Imogen is very artistic, she loves to draw and tries to inspire Lloyd just as much as he inspires her. She carries around a small fanny-pack-purse-thing that somehow always has whatever she needs inside. Drawing supplies? Check. Water? Check. A bungee cord? Why not. It’s Batman’s utility belt, Milo Murphy’s backpack, Wander’s hat, you get the idea. Imogen Love truly lives up to her name, showing kindness to everyone. And maybe a lil’ extra for a certain someone she’s quite fond of…

And now, the villainous duo of Ms. Delilah Emelyn and Dr. Alger "J"!

Ms. Emelyn is an entrepreneur with a dream to create the next big product line! But what could it be? After witnessing a strange metal boy, she decides that she has to find the robot again and mass produce him at any cost! By her side is her faithful engineer and technician, the reserved Dr. J. The antagonistic duo will stop at nothing to find the mystery robot that resides in this quaint little town.

And last, but not least… Aiva the Android!

A.I.V.A. (Artificially Intelligent Virtual Assistant) is the bootleg creation of Ms. Emelyn and Dr. J, though this happens a bit later in the series. She’s new to having a humanoid form, and spends most of her time discovering what humanity is like. She serves her creators in their escapades to capture Lloyd once and for all, while trying to figure out who she is and what she wants from existence.

There are plenty more characters within the story — Mr. and Mrs. Smith, several kids from school, bad guys from the future, etc. Maybe I’ll share the rest some other day (like when I finish their turnarounds, lol), but for now I think a small taste is best and I cannot wait for the day when I get to introduce the rest of the story!!

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christian-oc-tournament · 1 year ago

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Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

Loch [Loch, Stock, and Gun Barrels @larissa-the-scribe]

The smallest little (autistic-coded) guy, despite being a centuries-old scottish water fae with a dragon friend (named Friend). Accidentally ended up in America, and is doing his best to learn about this new place by reading the New Testament and the Constitution--which might have been useful, if he hadn't ended up in the Wild West. He is now following around an outlaw and getting vocally bewildered by all the laws this guy is breaking.

Logis [Arcane and Androids @thegoldenherd]

while his creator publicly claims Logis was built for the purpose of making clocks, his true reason for creation was to uncover truths by utilizing pure logic. throughout his life he gets into trouble for his compulsion to uncover the truth, from minor invasions of privacy, all the way to state secrets and conspiracies, and eventually mystical truths beyond even his own understanding.

#christian oc tournament #round 3 #team pink

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pupmkincake2000 · 5 days ago

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I've been thinking about possible hankcon AUs I've never actually seen... Just imagine

Noir Detective AU

Connor as a young, brilliant but uptight federal agent. Hank as a grizzled, burned-out detective who doesn’t want a partner.

They’re forced to work together on a case neither of them wants. Their clashing worldviews make everything harder, until the case breaks open and so does their emotional distance. Classic “enemies to reluctant partners to… maybe something else.”

Fantasy AU

Connor as a scholar, mage apprentice, or monastery scribe with rigid discipline. Hank as a fallen knight, exiled warrior, or mercenary with a drinking problem.

They’re sent on a quest together, maybe to defeat an ancient curse, guard a village, or find a missing artifact. Connor wants structure. Hank wants everyone to leave him alone. Cue arguments, slow trust, and long nights by firelight.

Dark Medieval AU

Connor as a monster hunter, emotionally detached, trained for efficiency. Hank as an herbalist, woodsman, or ex-soldier who understands people, not magic.

They travel together to stop dark creatures, cults, and political rot. Connor is quiet. Hank is blunt. Their growing bond becomes a question of who protects whom, and what makes someone human.

(it could be vice versa as well. Hank as a monster hunter, Connor as a herbalist etc. which fits them even more)

Mafia/Narcotics AU

Connor as an undercover cop working inside a crime syndicate. Hank as a disgraced former detective who knows how the system really works.

Connor is told to find dirt on Hank. But the more they interact, the more he realizes Hank isn’t corrupt, just broken. Dangerous secrets, moral gray areas, and blurred lines follow.

Academic AU

Hank as a university professor (literature, philosophy, criminology etc.) Connor as a grad student or research assistant with a spotless academic record and zero social ease.

They work on a project together, forced into the same orbit. Their connection isn’t some cliché “hot for teacher” thing, it’s two people, both isolated in different ways, learning how to connect.

Corporate Thriller AU

Connor as a cybersecurity analyst or forensic accountant. Hank as an internal investigator or ex-hacker turned security consultant (or something that just fits him more).

Together, they uncover corporate espionage or AI-related corruption. Cold efficiency meets jaded intuition. Mutual frustration turns into mutual respect.

Post-Apocalyptic AU

Connor as a medic, mechanic, or survivalist — calm and precise. Hank as a former cop, now one of the few who can keep people together.

They survive together, in a train convoy, forest outpost, or walled city. It’s not about dramatic declarations. It’s about sharing food, fixing things, and staying human in a broken world.

Historical AU (1940s–1970s)

Hank as a hardboiled PI. Connor as a government lawyer, war veteran, or journalist.

They team up on a case that exposes systemic injustice and in the process, confront their own alienation. Queer-coded, quiet, full of unsaid things and cigarette smoke.

Sci-Fi AU (but no androids)

Connor as a genetically engineered human, not artificial, but grown for perfection. Hank as military or intelligence assigned to monitor him.

Connor struggles with identity, not programming. Hank sees a person when others see an asset. Their bond builds not on rebellion, but choice and learning what “being human” really means.

And of course, they fall in love with each other in each of these AUs and live happily ever after! Or... at leas quite happily.

#hank anderson #dbh hank #dbh #dbh rk800 #dbh connor #connor x hank #detroit: become human #detroitbecomehuman #detroit become human #hankcon #rk800 #connor rk800 #detroit rk800 #fandom #ship dynamics #gay ships #any au

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