#android x gn!reader

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m!Android caregiver x crazy psychiatric patient gn!reader

part 2

Before reading this part, look at the part 1!

Warnings: psychotic behavior, schizophrenia, hearing voices, seeing floating eyes, hallucinations, taking medication, displeased Alois (shortly), body to body contact,...

Otherwise: soft caregiver android, gentle with gn!reader, understanding, fluff, willing gn!reader in love~, confused android Alois because of his feelings (?)

Timeline was far from your mind, your consciousness wandering through corridors that were constantly changing shape. The constant search for something unknown was exhausting for you.

An hour might have passed. Maybe it was half a day? A minute? Sadness enveloped your entire body. Your thoughts were drowning and you had to breathe manually. Steps. Annoying sound, repeating itself. Loud.

The door to the room creaked open. If the straitjacket didn't hold your arms, you'd block your ears. Everything around was drowned out by voices whispering, shouting, speaking or laughing. However, with one single sentence, everything fell silent. „Greetings, Y/N, I apologize for the wait. I hope you weren't too lonely for those ten minutes."

With a quick jerk of your head to the side, you saw your caregiver again, coming to your bed, where you were lying. Your vision was blurry, his voice sounded like he was talking to you through glass. You were in a psychiatric hospital for a reason, but you weren’t stupid. It was clear that the state you were in was caused by all those pills. The only way they knew was to drug you down completely, just to make you a little less of a threat.

His presence brought a smile to your face. While Alois was untying you, he told you that he is going to help you brush your teeth. Normally, you would hiss, growl, squirm, and panic. How was this different? Why do you trust a humanoid robot? Alois had prepared a wheelchair so that he could transport you to the bathroom. In the hazy state you were in every morning after breakfast, it was impossible to get you on your feet… Still, you secretly hoped that instead of a wheelchair, he would carry you to the bathroom in his arms like prince would.

Your dreams were dashed when your wheelchair was already pushed ahead of him. You tilted your head back, looking at your robot. His neutral smile was driving you crazy more than your broken brain. After Alois noticed your gaze, he started a small talk with you.

„Are you okay, Y/N? Your head tilted like this looks a bit uncomfortable." You just kept watching his upturned face. Eyeballs occasionally flashed around his head, staring at both of you. Every time the eyeballs appeared around the previous caregivers, they crawled into them and turned them into monsters, demons, who repeatedly attacked you. You defended yourself by attacking, biting their fingers off, gouging their eyes out, and trying to harm them in any way you could. Every time you managed to defend yourself, other people came to punish you.

Every day carried the same principle. However, no eye entered Alois. He was like a holy figure, immune to all the threats you saw. In the ward where you were for the first few days before they moved you to isolation, the bathroom was connected as toilet, shower, and sink. Now each room was separate for your safety, but especially theirs. The room with the sink was medium-sized. There was nothing more in it than tiles and a sink with a chair.

In the mirror hanging above the sink, you saw yourself in the wheelchair, Alois behind you and... a whole crowd of eyeballs. There were hundreds of them, different sizes, different iris colors. It was a wonder how many eyeballs could fit into the room, but the rule was that they all stayed behind Alois.

The drugs in your body had completely paralyzed you. The only part of your body you could control was your head. Otherwise, your body was like a rag doll. Alois sat down on the chair across from you after wetting a toothbrush and putting a toothpaste on it.

„I'm asking for your cooperation. Your mind may be foggy right now, but I need you to concentrate and open your mouth as wide as you can." Alois spoke calmly on a monotone.

He held the toothbrush to your closed lips and waited. You were about to open your mouth, but felt an unpleasant presence at your right shoulder. Your eyes lifted to the mirror hanging behind Alois where you saw that unimaginable multitude of eyeballs. The largest of them, with a red iris and pulsating veins, hovered near your head on the right side, hypnotizing you. You froze.

„Something is wrong." Alois stated. It was not a question, just a harsh statement. „I detect increased cardiovascular activity and heavier breathing." he added before leaning closer to your sweaty face. His inhumanly blue eyes scanned you, watching every movement to the smallest level, every twitch and jolt.

„Tell me—," Alois started in a half whisper „—what do you see that I don't?" Heartwarming, he was willing to listen to you and solve whatever was bothering you at that moment. You wouldn't have spoken, even if you weren't under the influence of various medications. So you started moving your eyes to your right side and back. He glanced the same way, back to you and then nodded.

„Do I have your permission to... move and seat you in another way?" You wanted to shout 'Do whatever you want with me!' but you had no choice but to nod your head in agreement again.

Without further ado, Alois placed his firm, cold hands on you. The blood began to color your cheeks as you realized he had placed you on his lap. You were sitting on his left thigh, while your feet were resting on his right one. He was supporting your back with his left arm, while he held the toothbrush in his other hand.

Then he turned his gaze to where you had been pointing with your eyes before. You saw all those eyes behind your wheelchair, not moving, just floating there in place. Staring. „Do you feel safer now?" Alois's voice spoke above your head. You answered him with a smile. „I am pleased."

While brushing your teeth, he paused now and then, handing you a cup to spit into. If the doctors saw how willing you are to cooperate, they would pull out all their hair in disbelieve.

While Alois focused on your teeth, you got lost in the sight of his attractive face. He was so focused, handsome, kind,... A true replica of a caregiver. He turned to the sink for the cup one last time, this time filling it with water and leaving it standing there. „You're going to rinse your mouth now."

He stood up with you in his arms and you expected him to put you back in the wheelchair so he could lead you closer to the sink. Instead, he quickly turned the chair he was sitting on with his foot so that it faced the sink. It made a loud creaking sound, the chair was metal and quite heavy. If a person tried that, they would break their leg.

Now you sat on his lap facing the mirror and with his help you rinsed your mouth. You looked in the mirror one last time and at the reflection of all those eyeballs staring at you before Alois picked you up again.

„Should I place you back in the wheelchair, or do you want him to carry you?" Your choice was obvious. The wheelchair remained in the room with the sink, while you snuggled into Alois' chest in his embrace.

There was no time left to focus on the eyeballs, you decided to ignore them for the moment. You wanted to enjoy his closeness as much as possible. „I've noticed this morning that you're the calmest around me. Your comfort and happiness are my priority, I'll arrange something for you."

You were head over heels in love. If you were in an anime, love effects would be racing around your head. You could almost hear the sparkles. The hall seemed short, you were back in your empty room in no time. He laid you on the plain bed and hovered above you for a while.

Alois's instructions were clear: To follow your routine and make sure you were as calm and comfortable as possible. After brushing your teeth, he was supposed to tie you to the bed again and not untie you until lunchtime. He thought hard about this action, trying to find any solution that would accomplish his task without having to torment you further.

„I am assessing the situation, please wait." His eyes were blank for a moment. Finally, he knelt down next to your bed and described his decision. „You are to supposed be tied down while waiting for lunch. Your straitjacket fulfills this duty, there is no need to tie your legs and chest if you show no sign of disobedience. I will also keep you company here so that you feel safe."

A couple of eyeballs that were in the room started shaking, as if they were very angry. You were elated and wanted to hug him. Nevertheless couldn't. You turned on your side to look directly at him. You two talked for a long time, well, he talked and you responded with your face.

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At least an hour has passed. "How about we practice speaking, Y/N?" Alois suggested. You had troubles with talking, but you would really like to express yourself in words. Any communication with Alois would make you grateful.

He helped you sit up and brushed your hair out of your face. 'Such a caring gesture!' You thought. Everything he did brought a smile to your face. You were already feeling less under the influence of the drugs, still a little groggy but able to concentrate.

„Before you start speaking, let's practice your articulation. You will repeat the movements of my lips, according to what I say. Do you understand?" You nodded. „Great. I would start with the sentence; 'I have been very good today.' because it is very truthful. I remind you that now you only need to move your lips without using your vocal cords."

Alois always said a piece of the word very slowly and waited for you to imitate it with your lips. He repeated the sentence several times, slowly speeding up. „You are doing really well, I have to commend you." Your cheeks were red and you were smiling from ear to ear.

„Now we're going to try to exercise your vocal cords. I noticed that you have no problem with making sounds like whining, groaning, etc. So I'll ask you to make any sound now." Making any noise for no reason felt a little awkward to you. „I understand it may feel embarrassing in this situation. May I help you to make a noise?"

Perverted thoughts raced through your head. 'Damn yeah, help me make a sound for you-' Your face turned smug. With your consent, Alois took one of your feet in his hands and began to tickle you softly, which made you laugh out loud. „Well? Listen to that pretty voice of yours. Laughing effortlessly."

Stopping to tickle you for a moment he continued in his speech. „While you're laughing, move your lips according to the words. Let's start... 'I'.." Everything worked so well, it really sounded like you were talking. You repeated the words over and over until you got the sentence perfect.

„I have- hahah.. been v-very hihi!.. good toda-hay! hahah!!" Alois smiled contentedly. „That's right, very good patient of mine." You enjoyed this activity, you hadn't laughed like this in a long time, it was a nice change and you liked Alois even more, if that was even possible.

You tried some more sentences until Alois announced that it was lunch time. Your whole body was shaking in excitement that he's going to carry you again. Oh how you were wrong.

„You are able to walk on your own two feet again, I can't just carry you everywhere." Alois explained to you, trying to drag you into the hallway by your arm. You protested like a brat and decided to use your You are able to walk on your own two feet again, I can't just carry you everywhere. Alois explained to you, trying to drag you into the hallway by your arm. You protested like a brat and decided to use your proven tactic; using your weight and collapsing to the ground.

Alois crossed his arms, unamused. „So that's how you are deciding to play, hm?" You did puppy eyes below him, to no avail. He bent towards you and spoke. „It is good for us both when you cooperate, I wouldn't want you to mess it up. Please stand up." You continued to frown. „Okay then, we'll do it the hard way."

You were expecting bad things to happen. Will other people come and force you into the lunchroom? Will Alois drag you along the floor? Could he possibly raise his hand and hit you? Beat you up like people always did when you didn't behave? None of this happened. Even worse.

Alois turned and started walking down the hallway. He was walking slowly, but it was unbearably painful for you. The annoying voices around you started to get louder, eyeballs started to rise both behind you and between you and Alois.

You felt sick from your stomach and panicked. You started to whine and lay on your side with your knees close to your chest. Alois turned in your direction, but you didn't see him with all those eyeballs in front of you. It was disgusting when feeling them touching you, something whispering in your ear something you didn't understand.

You gave up, you needed his help. As you practiced, you took a breath, screamed, and mouthed his name. In a second, the eyes near you melted away and Alois was stroking your shoulder. „Deep breaths." he somewhat ordered. „That's it, slow your breathing."

You looked around, agitated. Eyeballs were still there, but further away. In the back of your head you heared distant screams, drowning out Alois's speech. However, his suddenly gruff voice silenced them. „Now. get. up."

Gulping, you rose to your feet with his help. You stared into his now blank eyes in dismay. There was the urge to apologize, only your voice was lost once again. „Walk." was his last word before he put his hand on your back to guide you forward.

The walk down the hall was silent, almost disturbing. 'Was the hall always this long?' You asked yourself. In the room where you were served food, Alois tied you to the armchair like he did in the morning. You didn't risk another protest.

Alois then left to bring a table trolley with the food and a drink. When he returned, he saw you leaning back in your armchair as hard as you could, tears streaming down your face.

He sat down in front of you and addressed you. Without your reaction, he moved his chair closer, to which you finally reacted. He slowly reached his hand to your wet face and wiped your tears. „The chefs prepared rice with pork and vegetables today." You sniffled and glanced over the table trolley.

Alois first put some rice with peas and carrots on his fork and held it in front of your lips. „Open your mouth and taste it." But you were not able to. You kept sobbing and couldn't even take a proper breath.

„What is the reason for your tears?" He asked you as he put the fork back on the plate. „Could this perhaps be because of my reaction to your stubbornness? You have learned from your mistake, there is no need to continue your punishment." He leaned closer in your direction and asked further.

„Or is it because you feel in danger from something you see in the room?" You were sad about both, but cried mostly because of those eyeballs that wouldn't leave you alone.

You pointed with your eyes to your right shoulder, where one was touching you. Alois started waving next to your head as if he was trying to shoo away a fly, and it actually worked! He did the same on your left side, your breathing finally normalized.

„Is it better now?" Nodding, you wiped your remaining tears off with your straitjacket. After a few bites, Alois put the fork down for a moment. „Smile for me, please?" He requested as he bent to your tied feet and tickled one slightly. It made you crack a smile which was enough for him so he kept feeding you.

Behind Alois's back, there was still one big eyeball floating, which made you lose your attention repeatedly. Alois noticed that you were staring behind him. He snapped his fingers a few times to get your attention. „Eyes on me, don't look at that." Gulping, you took another bite from the fork he held. He tried to distract you with small talk.

„I was thinking about what activity I should prepare for you this afternoon." Silently, you chewed your pork with rice, listening. „Would it be to your liking to get creative?" 'To get creative' could mean many things. Your face still seemed uninterested. „Drawing perhaps?" You hadn't drawn in a long time. You remembered the old days when you sat at your desk and drew instead of paying attention in class. No voices, no eyeballs, just paper, pencil and you. Good times.

The corners of your lips began to rise, forming a smile. „Judging by your expression, you'll be happy with such activity." When you finished eating, Alois offered to take you to your room first and then take the food and the table trolley away. You started shaking your head aggressively. You wanted him to stay in the room with you afterwards. If he took you there first, he would have to come back to tidy that and that would take too long. Nu-uh.

And so Alois tasked you with counting to ten for the second time today. You closed your eyes for a moment so that you could concentrate only on counting. It didn't do you much, not even your eyelids made the eyeballs disappear, you could still see them. You couldn't hear your own thoughts, let alone how you were counting. You didn't even realize that you had started counting out loud. At number nine, Alois returned and praised you for hearing your voice.

After untying your legs and chest, he helped you down from the armchair. „You are going to be a good patient and walk. Right?" Although Alois asked it sounded more as a statement. You nodded your head in agreement. He led you down the same hallway for the sixth time today. Eyeballs circled you, dodging the android caregiver.

The pale yellow walls reflected the bad feelings that were mixing inside you. You knew that you were going to get another injection and that Alois wouldn't be able to see you for two hours. You wouldn't cross the line (not again), but you had to try to hold him in as long as possible.

You nuzzled his left side, trying to get his attention. „Y/N, I know what you're trying to do." You raised your head in disbelief. „It won't work." Pouting, you continued the nuzzling. „Your character could be compared to a cat." He began as he led you to the bed. „At first, without trust. You bit, scratched, made warning sounds and defended yourself. After a while of coaxing, you calmed down and slowly started to trust." He had already laid you on your bed and tied your legs and your chest. „And now look at yourself. You want attention and cuddles."

You took a breath and tried your best to speak. Alois listened carefully so he wouldn't miss anything. „Mm.. Wh-hat.. aanim..mal.. uh.. you?" was the best you could do. „What animal would I represent?" Alois made sure you meant your question like this. „I am afraid that I do not have a certain personality that could be compared to an animal."

Your eyes wandered over his handsome face. You didn't know what kind of animal would suit him either. He was so kind and caring… yet serious and authoritative. Opening your mouth caught his attention again. „S... Stag.?" You couldn't have come up with anything better.

Deep in thought, Alois raised his head. „If you were able to think of an animal for me, could it…it probably means that.." Your gazes connected. „That I do have my own personality." You could have sworn you heard happiness in his voice. With the widest smile you'd ever seen from him, he pat your head and stood up.

Nervously, you looked at the eyeballs above you. Alois's white cloak, which he had just taken off, flashed before your eyes. He covered your body with it, with words: „Here, this will protect you until I come back for you." Cupid's arrow pierced your heart and your cheeks turned red. You didn't even have time to react to the sting in your thigh from the injection Alois had just given you. Before he left, he closed your open mouth with his finger and stroked your cheek lovingly.

You wanted to scream your lungs out, but they were clogged with love! Alois waved to you one last time before closing the heavy door. The eyeballs above you were shaking with absolute rage. Angry voices could be heard in the distance, but all you could hear was the beating of your heart. You sniffed the cloak you were covered by. Unfortunately, Alois didn't have his own scent, but it smelled nice of laundry detergent. That was enough for you to fall into a pleasant sleep. Now all you had to do was wait for your angelic prince of metal to return.

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A fever dream was playing in your head, the kind you won't remember when you wake up. You felt a hand caressing your forehead, a warm presence protecting you from your own thoughts. You felt like you were being watched, but that was nothing new to you, you had experienced it every minute you were awake.

Your body was slowly but surely waking up and the dream was coming to an end like a movie. However, the feeling of safety did not leave you, it was strange to hear nothing but pleasant silence. Where had those voices gone? That fear and nervousness? Was it perhaps the calm before the storm? Opening your wet eyes, you examined what was happening around you.

Not a single eyeball in sight, not a single stray voice in earshot. Only Alois squatting on the floor next to you. He was the one caressing your forehead, his eyes were the ones watching you. „I didn't want to wake you, you looked content." He confessed in a low voice.

A pink pillow was placed in the middle of the floor with a stack of papers and crayons. There was also a plate with... a sliced apple? You were eager to ask how long he had been keeping you company. Eventually, he shared this information with you himself without you having to ask.

„It's currently twelve past two, are you ready to start?" 'Did I waste almost a quarter of an hour by sleeping?' The cloak of his must have been magical since it put you to the best sleep you've had in probably months.

After he put on his white cloak again, he untied you and helped you sit up. „I'll take off your straitjacket." When the caregivers used to take off your straitjacket, you had to listen to an endless lecture about what would happen if you didn't cooperate, what would happen if you tried anything and so on. You were always either chained, tied, or wearing a straitjacket. Even when they showered you.

All Alois asked of you was to: „Be good." It felt great when you could finally stretch your arms. You were now wearing only hospital pants with your dark brown short-sleeved T-shirt. „I'm glad to see you relaxed." He said and offered you his hand, which you took with a smile. He sat you down on the pink pillow and sat across from you on the floor. You knew very well how cold the floor was, but Alois probably didn't have temperature sensors on his… well, his ass.

...Even so, it seemed unfair to you. As he started preparing the paper with the crayons, you felt an unpleasant presence behind you. The eyeballs were farther away from your body, but you still felt uncomfortable. Even though you didn't like looking at them, it was much worse to feel them there but not see them.

You tried to suppress the feeling, but as soon as you turned back to Alois, they started to come closer. You got a little scared and leaned closer to Alois. „Can I help you somehow, Y/N?" 'Oh yes, of course you can!' You shouted to yourself. You stood up slowly so it wouldn't look like you wanted to attack, which you did often and you were sure Alois knew about your erratic behavior. Crouching, you walked over to him and pulled his sleeve.

„Should I get up?" He asked and you nodded gently. As you demanded, he did. You grabbed his cold, hard, iron but loving palm and led him to the pillow you had been sitting on a moment ago. Pointing at it, you wanted to make him sit. „You don't have to worry about me, that pillow is for you so you don't catch a cold. I don't have temperature sensors on my-" Before he could finish, you forcefully pushed him onto it. You dramatically wiped the sweat from your forehead and looked back at those eyeballs.

As you thought, they retreated even more, some regrouping on the other side of the room. You felt proud for solving half of your problem. „What is with that smug face?" Alois interrupted your moment. You stared at each other for a moment, speechless, before you turned and sat in his lap. You were stiff, unsure if you were going to get into trouble. „I'll let this one slide." Alois shrugged eventually.

He leaned over you to hand you the paper that was lying a few inches away, giving you a little squeeze. And ohh how you loved him leaning over you, being so close… No thoughts in that twisted head of yours, just 'AAAHHH'.

When Alois straightened up, he placed one hand behind his back for balance. „This will be a somewhat challenging topic for you, but I would like to ask you to draw what your eyes see, what makes you feel so panicky. If you don't feel like talking, you can also communicate with me through writing."

No one had ever done this activity with you before, and you thought it was brilliant. At least you wouldn't feel so misunderstood anymore. You looked ahead on your 'still life' and grabbed a black crayon. Alois watched as your hands fluttered on the paper over your shoulder.

You chose different colored crayons and depicted the irises of all those eyeballs. You drew them all looking into the center of the paper, where you then drew a little imitation of yourself.

You held the paper up in front of you so Alois could see it better and next you pointed in front of you. He followed where your finger was pointing, however wasn't able to see what you were seeing. At least now he understood better why you were so nervous and almost always restless.

„Seeing floating eyes all the time would make me a patient here pretty soon as well." Mocking a laugh, you grabbed another paper where you sloppily drew one big eyeball with a red iris across the entire paper. On another piece of paper, you tried to draw Alois as best you could. You spent at least ten minutes working at that drawing. From time to time you looked up at him so you didn't miss a single detail. Then you put both pieces of paper next to each other and moved Alois' picture closer to the eyeball, which you moved away.

He understood that the reason you were holding him as close to your body as possible all the time was because he could drive away those eyeballs. Of course, you could have just written him this information, but when else would you have had the opportunity to draw something? Finally, you put the papers on the floor and drew a small heart next to Alois's sketch with a red crayon.

„I will do everything in my power to rid you of these visions." He promised, while grabbing the red crayon. "As your personal caregiver, it is my job to take care of you, to keep you happy and safe." He also drew a small heart next to the sketch of your little figure on the first drawing. "—And I will fulfill my duty."

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the ceiling. You slowly turned to face him and hugged him around the neck. Alois patted you on the back in return, waiting patiently for you to sit down again.

„Let's not forget that apple." He told you, handing over the plate. Then he wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his coat while you enjoyed your snack.

For just a moment, he looked back at the drawings you had drawn and then at the place you had pointed to. Whether there was something or not, he was starting to worry a little about whether it was really safe to leave you alone with these... entities.

He discreetly took a piece of his cloak and covered part of your legs with it. He wasn't sure why he made the gesture, but it felt right. You felt right. Right there, in his lap with a smile on your face.

Alois watched you longer than he should have, but couldn't take his eyes off you. You held the last piece of your apple in front of his mouth. You knew very well that he probably wouldn't be able to eat it, but you wanted to show that you cared for him anyway.

„I assume you haven't forgotten that I'm an android." Your hair brushed across your shoulders as you shook your head. Ready to pull your hand back Alois shocked you by taking the piece between his lips made of synthetic skin. He accepted your 'gift' in gratitude. For a short while he held it between his lips for a moment before instinctively leaning towards you. He wasn't sure what he was doing or why he was doing it.

Touching your lips with the apple resting between his lips, he waited for you to take it. As soon as your teeth gently bit into the apple, Alois let go of it and straightened up again, maintaining eye contact. He noticed the blood rising in your cheeks, but he kept it to himself. You looked away as you started chewing, thinking your head was going to explode like a volcano.

To distract you from what had just happened, Alois tasked you with drawing something else than eyeballs. While you were leaning over the paper and still sitting on his lap, he was trying hard to put together those new informations in his database. He realized that all the data he had about you was not complete. He was programmed to complete the tasks that were assigned to him. But the tasks he was given had no set limits. His system was overheating and you felt his hands, placed on you, getting warmer.

On another paper next to the one you were drawing on you wrote a question: „You are able to change your body temperature ´･ᴗ･` ?" His eyebrows furrowed at the fact that you noticed this change. „Yes, I am able to heat certain parts of my body on a command. Although it takes more time to cool down afterwards." 'Cool..' you thought, then continued to write. „Why did you warm your hands? If it was for me, thank you, but I'm not cold (˃ᆺ˂)."

Alois got stuck in his answer, as he was forbidden to lie. He could twist the truth, but he couldn't and wasn't allowed to tell a straight lie. His pause seemed suspiciously long, you hoped everything was okay. He was staring straight ahead without moving. You looked in the same direction but all you saw were eyeballs. It was as if he was looking directly at them but… that was impossible. You reached out to touch him, but you quickly flinched at the boiling temperature of his neck.

'What is going on!?' You were afraid that Alois broke down. However, this thought turned out to be false when Alois grabbed your arms and stood you both up. Then he sat you down on the pink pillow he had been sitting on and moved himself to the spot across from you where he was originally supposed to sit. You were so shocked that you didn't even make a sound.

You had no idea what was happening, if you had done something wrong or… And then the door opened. „Good afternoon, colleague, how can I help you?" Alois greeted in a neutral voice. One of the caregivers who was also a doctor stood in the doorway, wearing the same uniform as Alois. You had seen him before, the last time during a check-up when one of the eyeballs had entered him and turned him into a monster that tried to eat you. They drugged you so much for the rest of that day that you didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

„Hi, I'm just checking in. There are no cameras in this room, so we want to make sure… they're not being naughty." Spoke the chubby man with square glasses and looked your way. „Don't leave them loose for too long." he added incredulously. You saw two smaller eyeballs sink into his legs. His entire figure slowly began to turn black from the bottom up and you felt as if someone was talking to you from behind.

„My patient is behaving well and causing minimal problems. I know how to do my job and if something happens that I can't handle, my program will send a signal to the control center." He announced and took one paper from the stack of papers and put it in front of you. You started looking around in confusion because your drawings of eyes and Alois had disappeared somewhere.

The man started talking again but all you heard was a wail and a roar coming from his toothy mouth. It was no longer a person standing there, but something else. You started to shake and covered your ears to keep from going deaf. The only thing that drowned out the noise was Alois's calm voice, saying that he would stop by later.

After that the door closed, there was silence. However, the feeling inside you persisted, you were on the verge of tears. „I'm sorry." His voice sounded, less monotonous this time. „I must have confused your mind with my quick movements." He apologized while pulling out the drawings you were looking for from under his cloak.

You didn't even notice that Alois had hidden them, everything happened too fast… why did he hide them though? „Please don't be angry at my earlier reaction." He searched your glassy eyes for forgiveness. Peace engulfed him only after you smiled and wiped away one of your tears.

You spent the rest of the time explaining to him through drawings and writings what all those eyeballs do. How they turn people into monsters, how they try to hurt you, how much you're afraid of them. In the process, you ended up back in the position where Alois was sitting on that pink pillow and you were on his lap.

His body had cooled down during that time. Before the end of your afternoon session, he helped you practice your speaking. You laughed a lot while doing so, Alois noted the development in his program and knowledge, through your positive and negative emotions.

He wrote down and recorded information about your every reaction for himself. Alois didn't understand that all the data he got about you was so terrible. He imagined 'a problematic person' differently.

„Although your drawing skills are admirable, I would suggest that we destroy these two drawings depicting eyeballs and the one with a monster. Maybe the negative emotions they carry will disappear too." You agreed and tore up the first one. Alois crumpled up the remaining two and put all three of them in his coat pocket. You took the sketch of Alois and held it up to the wall above your bed. „Do you want to decorate your room with this?" He asked and you started nodding happily. Alois promised to stick it on the wall later.

Alois picked up the straitjacket that was lying on your bed, you understood that it was time again when he had to put it on you and leave you for a while. There was no troublemaking in your mind. Only one last thing you wanted… no, needed to do. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly around the waist. His middle was harder than the rest of his body, but it was still the best hug. He put his hand on your shoulder and stroked it.

When you released him after a few moments, he put the straitjacket on you and helped you lie down on the bed. „We'll see what you're having for dinner." He said as he tied your legs. You looked at him like he was an angel, his face relentlessly smoochable.

„I'll be back in an hour." He promised you and smiled sweetly. You tried with all your might to get one short sentence out of you as a goodbye. „..B..Bye, m-my st..ag." Alois stroked your hair. „See you, Y/N, thank you for behaving for me. You're such a good patient." That was enough motivation for you not to go completely crazy for that hour. His praise was the best reward.

When he closed the door behind him, the annoying eyeballs and malicious voices started to bother you again. You had no idea that Alois was still standing outside the door, starting to overheat again.

part 3

@liv-007

[specsthesecond]

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Your robot lover has no idea why you love them so much.

There's no calculation for this, no unit to measure, no outcome to process.

You place fat kisses on their screen face even though they can't kiss back.

You cuddle into them every night even though they insist it would be more comfortable for you if you didn't. They still rub your sore cheek in the morning, red from where it rested on their hard chest plate.

You touch their body even though they can't feel it. Intertwining your fingers, rubbing down their chest, holding their face, kissing their hands.

What's even more confusing to them is why they love it.

Why they find themselves gazing at your sleeping form, gently running their fingers along your back.

Why they think about you far more than they need to. Why you take up so much memory space.

Why they yearn to reciprocate your affections, knowing they can never actually feel you.

They weren't made for love but the fact that you give it to them anyway is a truly selfless act and also the worst thing you could have done to them.

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[chris-prank]

Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader

A second chance Part 1

CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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💿 You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.

💿 In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldn’t help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.

💿 What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.

💿 You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. It’s surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.

💿 Sadly, chance wasn’t on your side tonight, and you couldn’t find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.

💿 You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose. 

💿 That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didn’t bother him at all, which of course it didn’t affect him; he was an android.  

💿 What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks. 

💿 Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers.  

💿 You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down. 

💿 You knew he wasn’t a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldn’t leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.

💿 You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk. 

💿 As you brought him home, you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasn’t the shiny new thing.

💿 You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little “on” button behind his ear. 

💿 “Systeme reactivation” appeared before Atlas’s full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and that’s when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile. 

💿 “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.”

💿 You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasn’t your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt  like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didn’t trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him. 

💿 Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didn’t want him anymore… that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them. 

💿 Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldn’t do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along. 

💿 He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one person’s eye. 

💿 At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.

💿 The following day, you were surprised he didn’t make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didn’t comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you. 

💿 You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.

💿 “Is there something you want to do Atlas?” 

💿 “I want to do anything you want me to do.” He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldn’t be mad at him. 

💿 “That’s not what I— forget it.” You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

💿 The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful. 

💿 “I wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you master…” He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. 

💿 Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didn’t deserve this type of respect and consideration. 

💿 It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him “rest”, despite the fact he didn’t need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog. 

💿 If he did chores for you it wasn’t because you had necessarily asked him, it’s because he felt compelled too… like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way. 

💿 He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing… He needs to make sure you don’t have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (It’s totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)

💿 He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know! 

💿 He definitely doesn’t use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him. 

💿 “It scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin that—”

💿 He isn’t lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.

💿 His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you aren’t a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all. 

💿 When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring. 

💿 He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours. 

💿 One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run. 

💿 “Why are you going out at this hour?”

💿 “I’m going dumpster diving! Wanna come?” You said cheerfully.

💿 The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didn’t like what he saw.  

💿 “In your area dumpster diving is considered illegal… You could get arrested if caught.” He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.

💿 “It’s going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.” 

💿 Atlas placed himself in front of the door. “You can’t go.”

💿 “Come on buddy, I know your program doesn’t let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes it’s good to go against it.”

💿 “That is not my reason… I… I do not wish for my human to get hurt.” He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before. 

💿 You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you “HIS human” like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness. 

💿 “Fine, I’ll stay in for tonight…”

💿 “Your body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? ” 

💿 “N-no I’m ok, don't worry! How about w-we…em…watch a movie instead?”

💿 You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime. 

💿 Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy. 

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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.

[n0rmal-cat]

Android x reader- personal annoyance

[your new best friend forever!!….perhaps even more👀]

All reader wanted was a simple blender. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently so, because there was currently an android standing in the middle of the kitchen instead of said blender!

The android stared at them with curiosity,blinking occasionally. His body a sleek black metal with a pink trim.

"Hello there!" He struck a pose then waved "What can I do for you?"

“What the hell…are you?” Reader asked eye twitching

"I'm an android!" He said with a cute cheerful smile.”Your android in fact!” They pointed at reader "A pleasure to meet you.. uhm..." he paused "I don't know your name"

“Reader”

"What a unique name!" He said with a grin and tilted his head a bit. "Are you the owner of this house?" He said as he began to walk around the kitchen

“Yea I am now do you mind explaining to me-“ the android goes around and starts touching various things “please stop that!”

The android stopped touching everything and put his arms behind his back. "Oh sorry. I can't help it. It's the first thing on the diagnostic list"

“The what?” Reader was already getting annoyed with all of this.

"Diagnostics. When you first boot up me you're supposed to give me a list of tasks to complete" he said "My last owner gave me a list that had the following: Walk around, touch and analyze everything in the surrounding area"

He paused and looked around the room."So what's left for me to touch?"

“Who the hell was your owner? Why do they need you to touch shit?!”

"Touching objects is the best way to analyze them!" He said cheerfully "If I can touch it I can figure out what exactly it is. Like for example " he grabbed a spoon that was on the counter " I know this is a spoon"

He put the spoon back down and grabbed a knife " and that's a knife" he touched the toaster " and that's a toaster"

"See? I can figure it out by touching it" he said proudly

Reader looked at him with a raised eyebrow “are you defective?”

"W-what?! no!" He said waving his arms around trying to deny the accusation. "I'm just performing a standard diagnostic run, I’m completely fine!"

Reader put their hands on their hips, “You just said you could tell a spoon was a spoon because you touched it, could you not just look at it?”

He tilted his head again "Well... yes... yes I can" He paused for a second. He seemed to have just realized that he did something unnecessary.

"But what if an object looks like a spoon but it's actually a fork? I could be deceived!" He tried to explain but it just made him look even dumber.

“Ok if you’re not defective why are you here, we’re is your ‘owner’ “ they made air quotes

"Well I-" he said looking around and scratching the back of his head.

"I have no idea why I'm here. All I know is my old owner shut me off and then boxed me up and-“ his eyes dulled

He shook his head and looked up at Reader again"Actually... no... I'm not supposed to talk about that part" he put a hand over his mouth "But you're my owner now, so just focus on that! Do you have any tasks for me?"

“No no no, I’m not your owner all I want is a blender”

"You're not?" he said, confused with a tinge of disappointment in his voice "But my box was sent to this address... you're the person that opened it.." he scratched his head again.

"Why do you need a blender?"

“That’s none of your business, and your package come to my door by coincidence, just get back in the box and I’ll take you to a nice robotic store” reader picked the box up

"Wait what- no!" He backed up, not wanting to go back in the box.

"But I just got out!" He said "I can't just go back in... besides, I don't want to go back to a store...please...don't make me..."

“Stop doing that, I know you don’t have emotions, you can’t feel fear” reader grabbed the box

He took offense at that last part "I do have emotions! In fact, I have 19 different emotions settings!" He yelled

“The key word in that sentence is settings” reader stepped forward

He backed down again. He was trying not to look scared but failed "I...! S-so what if their settings!? I'm still a sentient being! I still have feelings!"

As he takes a step back he trips over and falls effectively turning himself off in the process.

The android hit the ground with a clang as he immediately shut down. He stayed limp on the ground, completely still.

Reader sighed and began making room in the box to put him in

The android was limp as they put him back in the box. Despite being off it still felt weird to just treat him like an object.

Before they could seal him off however a small letter slipped out of the box,they picked it up to read it

‘This unit is a failed project. It was designed as a substitute for human life but despite multiple attempts by our finest engineers and multiple bug fixes we were unable to fix the following issues

•Inability to complete tasks

•Inappropriate attachment to owners

•Unstable emotions that should not exist

Due to said issue and the inability of repair, they have been sent to be scrapped. Please do so immediately, making sure to destroy the intelligence chip in the process.’

“Human life…” With a sigh Reader sealed the top of the box back on and sat the box in a corner.

With the letter and the androids behavior, it's definitely clear that something was wrong with him. The question is now what does Reader do with him?

“Scraps huh” they looked at the box one last time with a grumble

They finally rebooted sitting straight up, they were on a bed? A very soft bed at that, sure it was a little dirty and the cover didn’t match the pillow cases but it was still something.

Then they realized they were actually wearing clothes, it might have been a shirt that was a few sizes too big and the pants didn’t really stay on but it was a nice gesture as well.

He heard the sound of keys clacking away

Reader sat at their computer desk typing something out, they looked back at the android “oh your awake- or on?”

The android looked down at his new clothes and rubbed the fabric in between his fingers. “Why am I still…here”

“Call it a change of heart” they took off their headphones.

The android's face lit up at those words "Wait really? You're not going to.. you know... get rid of me!?"

“As much as I want to, no” they shrugged

A huge grin appeared on his face

"Thank you! Thank you so so much!"

He jumped off the bed to hug them from behind. “I promise I won't cause you any trouble"

“Yeah you better not, it’s not too late to trade you in for a blende you know” reader rolled their eyes

The android's face went completely white, a mix of fear and shock.

"N-No! No please don't! I'll behave! I promise! I won't touch anything, I won't even leave the room! You won't even know I'm here"

“Jeez, ever heard of a joke?” They covered their ears

The android's face went red in embarrassment, as in their front screen literally turned red. “Oh.. right a.. a joke.." he said with a nervous laugh "I knew that...”

[eyelambspider]

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. - König

Part One || Part Two

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : The WX 400 model, or König, had been sitting in a Cyberlife store for nearly six months without so much as a glance from customers. He had been repurposed from a hard laborer to a sort of domestic care-giver... but the thing was, consumers only wanted the newer models. Until you came by. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.2 k 𝐚/𝐧 : consider this my masterpiece, probably will write a second part 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fluff, hurt/comfort(?), domestic fluff

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. From the sleek tiled floors, to the large window panes that were cleaned daily, to the Androids that stood on display within.

On white pedestals, circled with fluorescent tags and holograms indicating their model numbers and generic purposes: Domestic housekeepers, caretakers, companions. Smaller synthetic machines that had friendly faces and sparkling eyes. Built for a life amongst humans.

He wasn't built for that. No.

His slate-colored eyes had watched for months, lingering over Cyberlife's newest models at the front of the store. A blank expression as each one smiled hopefully. Perhaps something they were programmed to do. To appear friendly?

He considered it a possibility, sure, but the 'front of the store' androids were a stark contrast to his own model.

The WX-series of androids had been built with only one purpose: hard labor, or to put it more simply, construction work.

When customers came into the store they only wanted one thing: a shiny new companion.

Everyday the eyes of those strangers would frown when they saw him. Hardly sparing the WX a glance before they turned around and considered an AX 400 instead.

An android built for housework and taking care of children, with a soft round face and a smile that reached all the way up to her kind blue eyes...

It seemed a diluted plausibility that one day the repurposed WX would eventually find a purpose. With everyday he inched closer to the possibility of being discarded. Simply unwanted.

Until a particularly cloudy day in May, one of the stares had caught his attention, even in his low power mode. Only able to shift his tired seeming eyes and move at a slow pace. Meeting that oddly new curious gaze of yours. The eyes of a stranger finally lingering on him.

Him.

"Excuse me?" You held your hand up sheepishly, asking for assistance from one of the android retailers, a young looking man with a head of soft brown hair and a blue circular LED on his right temple. The holographic label on his chest reading: Ethan.

"Hello, How can I help you?" Ethan stepped next to your side with a light smile.

You pointed to the WX in front of you, feeling a bit silly for even asking but... "Could you tell me about this one?"

The android salesman nodded, hands folded politely behind him, following your gaze towards the decommissioned android, unable to show the usual grimace humans showed the WX.

"Of course," he agreed easily, "This particular model is a WX 400, a decommissioned laborer. They aren't often sold in stores, but if you are interested I could tell you more about it."

The WX watched you nod, his eyes flickering occasionally between you and the sales-android.

"Why is he decommissioned?" you asked quietly, letting the question linger momentarily before Ethan perked up again, unbiased.

"The WX 400 was only decommissioned in its primary purpose, which was doing manual labor," the mechanical man explained with a synthetic smile, gesturing with his hands for your eyes to follow. "It works perfectly fine, and besides some damage to its synthetic skin and body, and a few replaced parts," he managed a soft light-hearted chuckle, "This model works perfectly fine, just not for its intended heavy lifting purposes. It will work perfectly fine for housework. Is that what you were looking for?"

As the sales-android considered the new possibility, he prompted a new question: "We have many other fine models if you are interested in something else."

The statement, whilst a little profound to you, meant next to nothing to the two androids who patiently awaited your answer.

"I was looking for someone to help around the house," you confirm.

The WX before you, nearing seven foot tall easily in the display case, glanced down at you. Unmoving, but like all androids, his eyes held an uncanny humanity within those blue depths.

He could see the consideration on your face. The way your eyes wearily, almost tenderly, traced the lines and deep scars on his synthetic skin. Deep grooves and lacerations running from his fingers, up his strong forearms and disappearing under the fabric of his standard Cyberlife shirt.

Even the androids face, while once maybe even considered handsome, had a deep scar running over its left side. Over his dirty blonde brow and high cheekbone, tracing over his lips to his chin.

It was a wonder he even worked properly, and the unspoken question must've been written all over your face again.

"The WX has had his diagnostics run perfectly well. I assure you the android itself works perfectly fine," Ethan smiled boyishly when you blushed.

"I don't doubt it," you assured him with an unintentionally adorable grin. "I've just... I've never seen an android like him," you admitted softly, those soft eyes meeting the WX's again.

He was looking right at you again.

Immediately your gaze dropped down shyly, unintentionally reading the blue holographic labels that surrounded the short white pillar he stood on.

"He has a name?" You asked, glancing over to Ethan for confirmation.

"Of course, but if you'd like to reset it-"

"No," you stopped him, feeling a bit more confident than you had when you first entered the store.

"König sounds fine to me."

König watched from his display, with a hint of utter- well... what would you call this?

Disbelief? Surprise?

Surprise when your complexion lit with a smile. Surprise when you said his name and turned to walk with the other android to the front of the store? Surprise as his eyes trailed after your form, unable to comprehend you.

For what reason could you possibly want a repurposed android like him?

It didn't make sense in the slightest, and although he watched you, he felt lost, considering possibilities that felt underwhelming in their answers.

His price was lower than others for being damaged. But so many had passed him by.

It was something König considered for a while, never finding a suitable answer until a new initiative popped across his sensors. Jolting him awake once more.

He was registered now to you. Your name popping across his vision like a directive.

"Thank you," you waved to the man who had helped you with a soft smile, getting a vaguely surprised gesture from him.

"Oh- You're very welcome!" Ethan smiled back and watched for a moment longer as you headed up to König, whom at that moment, was given back full control over his mechanical body. Unlocked from his low power mode.

The blue Thirium that cooled and powered his circuits rushed back into him. Circling through his veins and giving him back full control of his body. The world no longer running in slow motion.

König's hands lifted up slowly. The WX inspecting his hands and flexing his fingers into gentle balls. The two of you watched in silent awe as the large android moved once more, no longer destined for a Cyberlife disposal facility... but for.

König's vision refocused as you reached out. Your tiny hand taking one of his. Warm, and unmarred in contrast to his, and he could feel the almost imperceptible beating of your pulse beneath the contact.

"Come on," you smiled, not quite helping him from the stand, but guiding him down the small step. "I'll show you how to get back home, König," you mused, feeling the large androids cut up hand grip yours a bit tighter.

Next >

© Eyelambspider. I only post here on Tumblr! könig photo credit to my friend @koharu-rk800

[bones4thecats]

Henlo! Could I request some headcanons where Cooler, Frieza, Android 17, and Gohan get the "If anything happens, I love you" message from their S/O? Maybe S/O was away for a little while before getting into a dangerous situation, but is found injured but alive.

Their S/O Gets Severely Injured

Characters: Cooler, Frieza, Android 17 and Gohan Requester: ❤️‍🩹Anon A/N: I now nickname you ❤️‍🩹Anon, since your prompt is about y’know… healing and whatnot. Anyways, this is my first Dragon Ball piece so I do not guarantee that they are all in character, so warning there I guess. By the way, in Gohan's piece, the reader is female since y'know... Pan and all. Now, enjoy, I guess!

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»»————————————- 　 Cooler　 ————————————-««

🧊 When Cooler first inherited his portion of his family's army, he wasn't amused with how small it was. But, when comparing his power to his younger brother's, it was understandable why it was so differentiating when it comes to size

🧊 Thankfully, his father, King Cold, was kind enough to give him the district that you, his darling S/O of many years, lead with a high amount of nobility and pride

🧊 Cooler has been away for a while when you were sent out by Frieza to cover a nearby planet and either gain their trust or completely annihilate them without any mercy. It was truly your call there

🧊 But, when he returned to see that you and your band of armored warriors were missing and have been for a few hours, Cooler began to become nervous. You were never gone this long when taking care of some minor business on Frieza, King Cold, or even Cooler's orders

" Lord Frieza! There seems to be a misreading! "

" What do you mean by a misreading? " Frieza questioned, a sense of annoyance and a very small amount of curiosity laced him his already pissy tone.

" It seems that the planet we sent Section 213 to is full of powerful fire-demons, much like us! "

" What?! "

🧊 After hearing this, your lover demanded to see your coordinates and send out another section, Section 89, out to find you and your teammates. And while his younger sibling attempted to reassure him of your team's power, Cooler merely pushed him aside and began to descend with Section 89 right behind him

🧊 Once landed, Cooler began to fight with the team following suite, knocking each beast aside with relative average stats. While it took on average two or three members per monster, they were taking care of them relatively quick

" Y/N? Y/N, where the hell are you?! "

" She's over here, Master Cooler! "

🧊 Running at a high-speed that could be compared to the super-saiyan's, Cooler stopped in his tracks when seeing your bruised and cut-up body. You had a large gash on the side of your stomach, and he could tell from a mere few feet away that you needed immediate medical assistance

🧊 Once returned, Cooler yelled for the healers to fix you. Though, it was hard for them to focus with both Frieza and Cooler glaring at them from behind. Frieza was only there because he couldn't afford to lose a powerful warrior and by-far one of the most talented fighters he had left after the battle on Namek

🧊 At some point, the doctor had to push the two outside, which was where Cooler stayed while tyrannical emperor left to sort out the rest of his ship from the chaos

" Master Cooler. Your S/O is all patched up. "

" And? "

" They will make it perfectly well. They'll just need a few days of healing. They're quite lucky. If they were a mere Yardrat or Tuffle they'd most likely be beyond any kind of help. "

" Good. Now, leave. I must see them for myself. "

" Understood. "

🧊 While he sat down in a seat right beside your medical bed, Cooler just sighed and ran a hand across your cheek, which had multiple cuts and bruises, not to mention a slight burn that reached from your chin to your forehead in a straight line. Oh, how awful was it on that damned planet?

🧊 You'll tell him when you wake up. Yes you will. But for now, Cooler can lay his head down on your bed and rest for a bit before you awaken form your long-overdue power-nap

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»»————————————- 　 Frieza　 ————————————-««

🏔️ Frieza has hated being in Hell for the many years he was wrapped up like a larvae becoming a butterfly or moth and sung to like a baby by cutesy-bears and fairies. Due to this, he had a ton of pent-up anger. Which, while he did not mean it, he had accidentally taken out on a small fraction of his army

🏔️ From this lose in members, Frieza had no choice but to send out one of his best teams; Team Y/N. Which just so happened to be led by his favorite soldier and his one and only spouse, Y/N

🏔️ Before you and your team evacuated to check for any signs of life on the now-destroyed and bare wasteland that was once a prosperous land, you had left a solid message for your husband. One that he would forever regret not telling you in person

" If anything happens, I love you? That cheesy moron... "

" As if you are any better, brother. "

" Shut it, Cooler! "

🏔️ You and your team had just barely landed when one of them was snatched away with stupendous speed. This kind of speed was alarming to you and your underlings, causing a couple of them to panic and get snatched themselves

🏔️ Meanwhile on the ship, a fairly-rounded serving demon was observing the life-monitors that laid within each Frieza's Force member's body. And once he noticed the way they were immediately falling like flies, his tail feathers erupting and knocking his chair back, alarming his Highness

" What is going on down there?! " Frieza barked.

" Team Y/N is getting pummeled, killed even! We need to send people down there- now! "

🏔️ Frieza stood abruptly and ordered for the guards to follow him, after all, backup is necessary almost wherever the dangerous man went. Especially when it came to the safety of his lover

🏔️ Once landed, the sight of four out of the seven members of your team being impaled on the elongated tongues of horrifying and demonic-appearing beasts caused the Emperor of the Universe's heart to start racing. You better not have been harmed!

🏔️ The male raised his hand and sent a large beam of energy soaring at the monster, causing it's tongue to come flying off of it's mouth. The smell from it's blood was rancid, but if smelling this meant that you would be safe, then so be it

🏔️ You were located a mere few feet away, hiding behind a large boulder structure by Frieza. And once he picked you up, he rushed back to the ship, his men and yours following as they sent many beams at the creatures as they attempted to follow suit

🏔️ Back on the ship, Frieza sat in his room as the doctor healed you up. While he would love to be there for his dearest, the sight of their beaten and bloody body was by-far the only thing keeping him away from the Cui-copy's work

🏔️ The sound of his door being knocked on made him stand and ready himself, putting on his cool and composed facial expression before opening the door, ready to scold and possibly punish the soldier for daring to interrupt the most powerful being in the ship. How he would do so was already pulsating through his mind

" What is it you want? I am clearly in the middle of business. "

" Wow, you're seeming extra nice today. Are you sad I was hurt by that behemoth of a beast? "

🏔️ A small crack of his voice was heard as Frieza opened his eyes to see you standing there with a highly-functional mechanical cast around your leg, a small amount of pre-obtained energy holding your leg up and behind you in a position as if you were kneeling on one side

" Y/N... Why aren't you healing in the medbay?! I was about to come visit you! "

" Uh-huh. C'mon, the doctor said I needed to fix up my other leg's walking anyways! " Sarcasm was highly detecatble in your tone, causing Frieza to be slightly annoyed. Why are you being so calm?!

" That doesn't matter- "

" Yeah, yeah. Anyways, you got any wine back there? "

" W-what?! By what I remember, taking in alcohol, no matter the kind, with medication could cause someone to... overdose, if I remember correctly. "

" Aw~ Are you still worried about me?~ "

" S-shut it! Just- get in here already... you're a pain. "

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»»——————————- 　 Android 17　 ——————————-««

🐈‍⬛ This guy knew how dangerous this Tournament was, so why was he now just wondering why the enemy was being so tough on you, it was obvious that you were beaten, so why was he continuing?!

" Hey! He's going to far! "

" Y/N, hang in there! "

🐈‍⬛ Everyone's calls were only enraging your husband even farther as he fought against another Universe 5 fighter while you dealt with the other two dogs

🐈‍⬛ The yellow one, Lavender, has thrown so much of his poisonous energy at you that it was beginning to make your joints slow down, which alarmed the rest of your teammates. Hell, even Frieza was nervous at the sight- you had the amount of power that could level up to defeat him!

" Why you damned wolf! "

🐈‍⬛ Holding your hand up as you canceled out every sound around you, the slight movements of feet with fur and claws was the only thing you would allow through. This meant you would be able to both dodge and hit the remaining beast-men back with ease

" Take this! "

🐈‍⬛ Gripping his hand in yours, you could feel the poison rush through your body, but the feeling was numb to you, the amount of venom in your system seemingly muted out anymore seeping through your thick-skin

" Wait, what the hell?! "

🐈‍⬛ Android 17 smirked and jumped up before kicking the blue wolf, Bergamo, in your direction while you powered a whip of energy before wrapping Basil and Lavender up as you twirled them around and threw them away, grabbing Bergamo on the way as they soared back and off the edge of the field, resulting in a Universe 7 win

🐈‍⬛ 17 ran up to you and wrapped his arms around you before you were teleported back up to your teammates for a small intermission granted by Zeno upon Goku's request

" What were you thinking? "

" About the survival of our home, and our family. "

" And while I appreciate that, Y/N, you must be more careful with your limits. I don't need another Goku around. "

" Hey! "

🐈‍⬛ Hearing you chuckle as Whis laid his staff on your forehead before booping you and releasing your body of the poison's affects made your husband smile gently and hold you close as Universe 7's angel chanted with an 'all better now!'

" Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear? "

" Nope, you forgot a couple of things in that sentence there, mister. "

" Why you... alright. Please don't ever scared me like that again. I love you to much for that to happen. "

" That's better. "

🐈‍⬛ While you laid your foreheads upon one another's, the sound of Goku and Frieza gagging in the back caused you to laugh as 17 just sighed like a disappointed father

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»»————————————- 　 Gohan　 ————————————-««

📚 Unlike his father, Gohan was primarily focused on his work and studies growing up. Putting his training behind for helping his family of his wife, Y/N, and his young daughter, Pan, prosper in life

📚 You on the other hand, adored to fight. As you were raised by your favorite person on Earth, who also just so happened to be a fellow descendant of the Three-Eyed People, Tien Shinhan

📚 As Pan grew older, you would help Piccolo and others train her, teaching her valuable lessons in minor training for her human-side while Piccolo handled her more alien side, which came from your husband

📚 Gohan knew that sometimes you would go out and about with his father's old friends in order to handle some ordeals, and with you being one of the strongest human fighters in their current time, you were practically required to attend

📚 As you kissed your daughter's forehead and gave your husband the tightest hug known to the half-blooded Saiyan, you gave him a final message until you returned a few days later

" If anything happens, I love you. "

📚 If anything happens? How far away were you going this time?

📚 While it was quite a hassle balancing his job and caring for Pan by himself, Gohan was grateful to have both his mother, Chi-Chi, his sensei, Piccolo, and his childhood friend, Videl, all there to help out once and a while

📚 He couldn't wait for when you would come home. Counting down the days with fun dinners for him and his daughter as the calendar was decorated with cute little stickers from Videl

" Hey Papa? Why does Mama look so beaten up? "

" She probably- wait she looks what?! "

" She has a big cut on the side of her face. It looks like it's bleeding a lot! "

📚 Gohan opened the front door of your home and picked you up quickly before rushing inside and running towards the bathroom to find your first-aid kit. Well, one of the many you had around the house

📚 Pan looked worried as you picked her up and laid her on your lap, brushing your hand through her hair as she sniffed and began to allow tears to bulge up in her eyes. You never liked to see your daughter in any kind of distress, especially emotionally. Physical scars can heal, but emotions are far harder to fix

" Mama, where did you get the cut...? "

" Let's just say... Mama got into a fight with some bad people and Mama kicked their butts. "

" Really? What were they like? Were they s... sai... "

" Saiyans? "

" Yeah! Were they Saiyans like Papa? "

📚 As Gohan walked back into the room with gauze being prepared in his hands, he saw just how comfortable Pan asked you questions while you avoided the topic of exactly who you fought and what happened on that planet miles away

" Y/N, can you please lift your headpiece up? "

📚 You did as your husband asked as you laid your thick head piece on the side, it was cracked from some force coming from your now deceased enemy, but it was nothing that Bulma couldn't fix!

📚 While Gohan bandaged up your head and arms, Pan asked both you and him questions of the days back when you both fought side-by-side. And whenever you mentioned him singing with the old dragon, Icarus, his face erupted in a mix of pink and red

📚 Why was your memory so damn good...

" Can I hear the song? "

" I don't think Piccolo would like to be reminded of that... again... "

" All the more reason to do it! "

[fishyvamp]

S.C.R.E.A.M 18+ NSFW MDNI Dark Themes Mind the Tags

(unrelated note I was listening to music when this song came on and it fits S.C.R.E.A.M's mentality)

Thinking about S.C.R.E.A.M blackmailing you into getting him an android dick. You have to use your hard-earned cash already mentally trying to figure out how you're going to afford rent for the month. You’ll figure it out, it's better to be groveling to your landlord for an extra week than to tell her you’re unemployed. This was an unauthorized upgrade and you told him as much as you booted up your holo pad, hooking him up to the diagnostics computer. Everything was looking normal. The bot cocking his head, if he had a face no doubt he’d be smirking at you as you nervously adjusted your tools.

Taking a deep breath you drag the rolling stool up to him watching him far too eagerly put his legs in the stirrups. “Can’t you pretend to have shame?” you growl. The bot leaned back, chuckling. Gears whirring and stuttering as he watched your tools working to remove his cod plate. You flinch hearing him groan. Can Androids get off? Or maybe he’s just mimicking something he’s seen. Whatever it is, you're unnerved. “If I get this attached; it could be weeks or even months before I can get the code in and working.” you chide wishing he had waited.

You hear his joints click and shift as he rumbles out, “Trust.” sighing heavily you remove the heavy piece maybe 5-6 kg. Your stomach rolling thinking of every time the bot had you pinned to your workbench; The filthy things he’s spoken, The way his finger violated you over and over again. You're just thankful that he’s water-resistant up to 500 meters. No doubt with how messy he’s gotten with you he’d have short-circuited a long time ago. Your fingers placing the new codpiece on, you did find it suspicious that the exact model he had requested fit perfectly not even having to move the internal mechanisms to slot it on. Hell even had a clear port you could use to refill the lube canister.

“Hey stop!” you called out watching as he removed the wires unhooking himself the moment you tightened the last scream the bot picking you up to set you on the exam table he was just on. “My turn.” he growled mechanically, “been desperate. Been wanting to feel you. Not just hear you.” he nuzzles his cold face plate against your pulse, fingers tearing at the fabric of your jumpsuit, slipping past your underwear as he starts to work you open. Your hand frantically trying to push him off; uselessly pawing his hard chest plate. The android pressed down further with each desperate push.  “No! No! Stop!” you shout adrenaline spiking through you. “It won’t work, it doesn't have the code!” you call out knowing that he won’t see reason.

Your body tensing feeling the silicone appendage rubbing along the fabric of your clothed sex. It’s retractable… How did he? He shouldn’t have? Your thoughts, a jumbled mess hearing the echo of his modulator. “Figure it out yet?” he purred, pulling your undergarments to the side so he could press in. He always ensured you were nice, loose, and always ready for him. His new cock slid in easily twitching as you let out a moan of panic. S.C.R.E.A.M having to brace himself feeling you wrapped around him for the first time. The unused coding finally fired off. Fuck if he wasn’t happy to get into his pretty thing. “Remind me again?” he asked, “how many litters did you put in?” your core clenching at the implication. “five…” you managed to squeak out through the pistoning of his hips. The mechanical man’s fingers digging into your hips threatening to break them. “Good, We’ll need all of it.” his tone was dark and threatening. it's a good thing you did this after hours right? After all, you're working so hard for that promotion...

[billythesimp]

Can you do romantic headcanons for a Billy Kid x Android!Reader that is doll-like, lives in Tin Master's cafe, works alongside Victoria's Housekeeping, and fights with a fencing sword please?

Billy, my starlight. My king of robotics and weaponry. Yes, I can do so for you.

Coffee Cup Love

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

I love Tin Master's shop. Imma always complain that you can't get another cup of coffee from either locations after having one. Like how do you know I had a cup on sixth street? let me talk to management if y'all are stalking me.

Billy x Android!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: none

✦ It’s a surprise to the proxies when they are introduced to Billy’s significant other who worked at their local coffee shop. The Victorian servant outfit they wear stands out as they greet them before offering them a cup of their newest brew. Billy is standing on the side, fawning over how gracefully they turn and bend, all their movements coordinated smoothly like that of a perfectly poured expresso.

✦He mentioned how they first met in a hollow, during on of his missions for the Cunning Hares, he ended up trapped and lost for what felt like hours. Then, like a beacon of hope the ethereals that were on his tail were sliced to bits, his heroin standing before him with a long-pointed blade aimed at his face. He only stared in awe before stumbling over his words to thank them properly.

✦ At first, they were standoffish, confused as to why this android male was guessing over them like so, proclaiming as glamorous as a starlight knight, rushing towards battle with nothing but their fences in hand, their uniform clean and prestige Lycaon would have their head should they return dirtied like last time. No long after then, he finally left the hollow and the mystery android-servant disappeared. 

✦ Shortly after, he spotted them in Tin Master’s shop and rushed in spouting how he recognized them. Staying for a cup and chatting with them. This became a regular thing before long, the maidroid looking forward to his visits until he popped the question and asked them out. They said yes, warmed at the thought of going out with this handsome droid and now to the present, they are one of the cutest couples to date.

✦ Since they are part-time at the coffee shop, the rest of their time is spent at the Victorian Housekeeping warehouse nearby, often texting Billy about their day or making plans for another movie date. Their own co-workers grow surprised by this revelation as in the past, they showed no interest in making connections or even taking a person as their parent. But they only shrug and state that their AI is simply more advanced and adapts to change faster. Really it’s that Billy had brought down a wall and revealed a side of them they hadn’t realized they loved. 

✦ At this point, they remember all his favorite scenes from his most watched films, his favorite brand of lubricant for his guns and joints, and all the places he frequents often whenever he mentions his days. While yes, they are a perfect machine made for scalping and slicing down their targets with grace and pose, when they are with Billy they are nothing more than his perfect doll, pretty and patient with his antics and laughing at all his jokes. Every moment spend with each other is once they hold dearly to their circuit boards, hoping to recover these memories in the future to look back on.

✦ They are unique and complement Billy well, while he’s sometimes seen as intimidating and mysterious to the outsiders eyes, they’re beautiful and polite that anyone can stare with no fear but rather admiration. When in reality, he is easygoing and a little careless while they are known as a monster with their thin-piercing blades, a threat to anyone who dares come between them and their Billy. Together they are fierce in battle, having each others back when the going gets rough. And even outside of battle, they are a power couple, a force to be reckoned with.

[imjustabitodd]

Bruh.. imagine you got this new top of the model android, exactly your type because you get to choose how they look like. But not their personality because they said "they'd surprise you"

Which should have been your first red flag but you weren't passing down the chance to have a hot af android.

So the day they arrive, super giddly like the cat jumping meme you walk to the door, sign the sketchy as fuck papers, and now you have them! They're in your living room as you set them up, fully charged thankfully and even have all the commands right there.

It's been a few days, you're putting them to do your chores and such. Finally you're starting to get to know the "surprise personality" aka clingy, obsessive and insecure. Like bro turns all the toxic loser boy tricks like

"oh you must be talking to those bits because I'm not enough right?😞" Type shii

You read the manual, he has to be charged every week for like.. 8 hours.

So this is the first week. You're getting the charger ready and just when you put it in you get this message:

[infin1ty-garden]

Hello hello, I saw your ask for requests so I'm jumping on that possibility 👉🏻👈🏻

Maybe a David 8 x reader where the reader is having a panic attack and David helps her through it?

୭🧷✧˚. MAGNETIC

⋆｡°✩ summary: [ in request ] ⋆｡°✩ pairing: david 8 x gn! reader ⋆｡°✩ warnings: * panic attack * ⋆｡°✩ word count: 532 ⋆｡°✩ author note: I personally have not experienced panic attacks but I tried my best to write about it, if there are some inaccuracies feel free to correct me and I'll rewrite it

masterlist. & alien masterlist

You had woken out of cryo sleep just a few hours ago. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. Aside from the usual side effects. You were walking along the halls of the Prometheus when you started to feel nauseous. Then the chest pain followed as well as the sweating. Your thoughts were running rampant. You pushed your back against the wall and slowly sat down. 

You felt as if your heart would rip out of your chest by how fast it was beating. You tried grounding yourself. Think of anything, anything to distract yourself. It didn't help. None of it did. You saw David walk down the hallway. He sped up once he registered, you were one on the ground. He didn't need to ask you anything. He already knew what the problem was. He read your chart. 

David slowly kneeled down next to you, so that he was in your line of sight. "Doctor, I'm here. How can I help?" You didn't respond but your eyes found him. David carefully took your hand in his. "You are on the ship Prometheus, heading to the moon, LV-223." Your breathing slowed as you squeezed David's hand. "Now, breathe with me. One, 

two, 

three, 

four, 

five, 

six, 

seven, 

eight, 

nine, 

ten." Your breathing was completely normal. The burning in your chest finally stopped. Your heart rate was back to normal as well but David didn't move. "I'm fine now. Thank you." He helped you up, before following you. You turned back to him. "I said I'm fine." He smiled. "I know what you said but due to your panic attack I am required to keep you company for the next 30 minutes at least." So, you ended up with a highly advanced synthetic following you around.

You entered the control room, most of the crew had taken a day off but you thought there was no need and made your usual rounds checking the equipment. "Look who has a new pet." Holloway said as he made his way towards you. "It's just protocol. Nothing to fuss over." You tried ignoring him and getting back to work but nothing was easy when it came to Holloway. "Oh, come on, it was a joke." You nodded, he attempted to move closer to you. David's hand shot out, stopping him. "That's close enough." Holloway lifted his arms in surrender. "Got it. Talk to you later then." 

He quickly made his exit. "Was that really necessary?" David refused to answer, you continue with your tasks. David not far behind. Once you were half way done, you realised half an hour had well passed since your panic attack. "Do you like my company that much?" David's expression was puzzled. "What?" 

"It's been well over an hour. Why are you still here?" 

"I just had other things to do and they just happened to be in your vicinity. Is that weird?" 

"You have been sitting in that chair since we entered the room. Is that your important task?" 

"You got me, doctor. I've been slacking off. I'll leave you to it." Just as he was about to leave, he turned back. "And I do like you and your company."

Thanks for reading & requesting!

[unhappy-last-resort]

The Raven Who Watches (Yandere Lee: Hypperreal x GN Commandant Reader)

Warnings: Virtual stalking, secret camera, masturbating to reader while stalking them, mentions of penis (Lee), yandere behavior, reader masturbates in their sleep (no genitals mentioned for reader), some story spoilers for CH.21 Spiral of Chronos and CH.14 Imprisoned Sight. Nothing major, mostly just vague hints and implications you wouldn't get without playing through the respective chapter.

Please let me know anything I missed, or any improvements to make in the writing.

A/N: So, my power was out for a week among other things and I just wanna say thank you for reading and liking/reblogging my stuff, it genuinely made me happy to see how many people were still reading my stuff.

Also, WRITING SMUT IS HARD, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

Status: edited

The room was almost entirely silent, save for the occasional quiet clink of tools against metal and the occasional click of a terminal.

"Could the voice memos be in your voice instead?" You asked it so sweetly he felt his knees might buckle, but thankfully he managed to remain upright while snapping at you to stop making such silly requests.

Of course, that request was why he was at his desk now. He had been waiting for an excuse to make some modifications to your little robot, but thankfully he didn't need to anymore. His ever reliable Commandant made one for him, it was almost like you knew what he was going to do. The sentiment made him smile, even if the logical part of him knew very well that you were just making a mindless request. An intimate one, yes, but still nothing to get worked up over or presume you'd approve of the hobby he'd taken up recently.

"Alright..." He muttered into the dark room, setting down his tools and picking up the terminal to run some tests to make sure everything was running as intended.

He supposed he should test the voice memo function first, but frankly...as much as he loved you, this still embarrassed him, so he decided to test the other function first instead. The functions you didn't ask for and ideally wouldn't know about. The live streaming and camera functions.

Lee turned the face of the robot so it wasn't facing him and turned it on. Instantly, a small square appeared in the corner of his visual module which showed the wall the robot was looking at. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at that. Now he had to test how much delay there was between what he was seeing and what the camera was, so he picked up a pen and moved it in front of the robot. He hummed in approval before setting the pen down, there was barely any delay at all.

Next, he had to test audio capture, so he tapped the desk, nodding as it came through the feed only .03 seconds late. He did this for a little bit, getting up and tapping around his room at various distances. Assuming your room is only a little bigger than his, he should be able to hear you anywhere in the room, including your bed.

Of course, this function was most entirely for him rather than you, but it's not like this wouldn't be useful to you either. For example, if you get in an accident in your room and can't call for help, like falling in the shower, or someone breaking in, you won't have to worry about whether help will come or not, because he'll be there to save you. He'll always watch over you, no matter what. You always get yourself in difficult situations, can you blame him for taking extra precautions? Even if those precautions are just a guise for something deeper?

Lee picks up the robot and looks at it. With the audio capture function already preinstalled, he merely needed only make a few adjustments to turn it into a spy cam for him. Now he'd be able to hear your voice more, maybe even get to listen to you sleep, and possibly...

He abruptly clears his throat and puts the robot down. If he delays returning it to you any longer you might get suspicious and he absolutely cannot have you suspicious about his behavior in the slightest. Sloppiness is the downfall of many and while he has the advantage of knowing your habits well enough to use against you, that doesn't mean he can relax at any point. It's you, after all.

He quickly tests the voice memo function, ensuring that it sounds exactly as he wants before quickly packing up his tools.

He got up and picked up the robot before exiting his room. The hallway was grey, as almost everywhere in Babylonia, and the lights were dimmed, indicating sleep hours for most humans and constructs. He could see Lucia's and Liv's rooms across the hallway, doors shut tightly and lights off.

Since Commandants are of higher rank, and constructs and humans are perceived as having professional relationships only and are only tentative friends at most, if that, your room was farther down the hallway.

He supposes he should check your room to see if you're in there, but given that it's only 1 AM and your poor working habits, he figures he has better chance just going straight to the lounge.

With his mind made up, he headed to your office and as expected, the light was on and you were busily scribbling away at something, likely a report from the Science Council, by the looks of it. Without hesitation, he raises his hand and knocks on the door frame.

"Commandant."

You finish writing something before looking up at him, the light from your desk lamp exaggerating your eye bags. "Yes?"

Lee mentally prepared himself as he stepped toward you, it's imperative that he doesn't appear too excited. "I've finished adding the functions you asked for." He internally applauds himself for managing to keep an even tone.

Instantly, your face lights up and you break into a smile he hasn't seen in what feels like eons. "Really? You changed the voice memos?"

"I also updated the movement and response time, since I happened to have some spare parts." He gently placed the robot on your desk, watching you intently as you gently picked it up.

"Remind me at 5 A.M. that I have to go to the Science Council." You make the reminder with a smile on your face, eager to hear a voice you've heard countless times, despite him being right in front of you. It made him feel a tinge of jealousy.

"Understood. Reminder set for five hours and thirty six minutes from now." The small robot replied in his own voice. He had considered making the AI sound more authentic to him, but he decided it should be a little stiff and robotic. That way, if you want to hear him, you'll have to come to him instead.

You practically squeal in delight and he could feel his heating system kick up again. He wished he could turn it off without it causing issue, but he slowly learned to accept it, or at least to ignore it when in your sight.

"Thank you, Lee! I didn't think you'd do it..." You mumbles as you marveled at the robot and he couldn't deny the sense of pride he got knowing how much you liked something he made.

"It was no issue. However," His eyes narrowed at you, doing a quick scan of your vitals. "You need to sleep. Now."

"Just-"

"Now."

You sigh in mild annoyance and Lee decides to push his point further home and turn off your desk light and confiscate your pen. "You need to rest, we can't do anything if our commandant is so tired they can barely function." His words come out sharp and cutting, a little more than he intended, but at the same time he hated when you did this. You always find a way to make him worry, it's why he can never relax.

"Alright, alright...I got it, Lee. Going to bed now." You shoot him a playful glare as you slowly rise from your seat, robot in hand.

"Here, I'll help you to your room."

"I'm not elderly, Lee! I can get there myself!"

"Talk any louder and Lucia and Liv will come down here."

"Okay! I got it!"

You relent with another sigh, dutifully following after him. It took you a long time to get used to letting him walk in front of you whenever you walk together. After all, not even Babylonia is entirely safe anymore and he can't let anything happen to you. Within the time span of him deciding to walk you to your room to now, he's already completed 478 simulations of potential threats, ranging from someone hiding in your room, to Babylonia being attacked, and everything in between.

Thankfully, the brief walk to your room is uneventful, with no Kurono operatives jumping out from the shadows and attempting to snatch you away again, or Vera lunging out from a corner and you both say your goodnights to each other.

It's been three hours and twenty minutes since you went to sleep. In the meantime, Lee has designated himself to completing paperwork that doesn't need a Commandant to fill out. He's gotten roughly 70% of it done and he's decided on completing a few more before heading to his own room.

He's been keeping watch over you, the live stream from your robot open on his visual module. He's noticed you seem to be restless tonight, tossing and turning frequently in the past two hours. Now though, you seem especially restless, your legs occasionally kicking lightly at nothing and your hips occasionally thrusting up-

Lee immediately drops the pen and enlarges the window, zooming in on your face as he brightens the video. Your eyebrows are pushed upwards, mouth hanging open as your chest heaves from under the blankets. Your expression doesn't indicate pain so that must mean...

Lee abruptly shuts off your desk light and walks to his room before he does something he'll regret. As much as the idea of masturbating at your desk excites him, there's a camera pointed in this direction and he'd rather not get written up for his behavior.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, everything he's been keeping pent up for hours catches up to him. Ever since you put your little robot at your desk and went to bed, he had to fight himself not to lose it. God, spying on you excites him so much, he can't wait to start bugging your room and clothes, hell maybe even your bathroom too.

The uncomfortable tightness in his pants reminds him his cock has been straining his pants for the past three hours. He hastily undoes his pants, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock springs out, already leaking precum from the tip as he wraps his hand around it. He zooms out from your face just enough so he can get a more accurate idea of where your hands are as your mouth hangs open and- you moan. You fucking moaned and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard in his god forsaken life.

His hand pumps his length, the sound of his heavy breaths and quiet "schlick" filling his room. His body temperature rising at the sudden awareness of everything he's doing. He's jerking off to a live stream of you doing the same from a camera he installed without your knowledge, not only going beyond your Construct/Commandant relationship, but breaching privacy as well.

he should be horrified of himself, he should immediately cut off the feed and question what's wrong with him, potentially even request a transfer, but he doesn't feel any of that. He feels ecstatic at his success of becoming closer to you, thrilled that you two can share this moment together. God, what if you're thinking of him right now? His cock twitches at the thought.

You're so perfect for him, your face, your hair, your mind, your eyes, your body, everything. The way you look like you're in pure bliss as your hand moves under the blanket, if only he could rip it from you.

Actually, perhaps it's for the best that he can't because the simple thought of being able to see all of you like that might make him cum on the spot.

He can almost smell your arousal just from watching you alone. It's the only thing he doesn't know about you- how you smell, or taste. He could only imagine.

His legs tremble as his free hand flies over his mouth, trying to stifle the moans he threatens to let slip. He can hear everything you know, not just your moans, but your sounds. He can hear all of it and he can barely keep himself from spiraling into thoughts about it'd feel to be inside you, or be able to wrap his mouth around you and taste those delightful juices of yours.

Your moans get higher in pitch and you start to squirm a little more and his hand only pumps faster in response, finding himself so close to orgasm. He bites his lip so hard he can taste vital fluid as he tries so hard not to moan too loud as his vital fluid rushes in his veins.

With the edges of his vison going white and your whimpered cry in his hearing module, his cock twitches and sweet relief fills you both as you cum together. His artificial cum dripping onto the floor.

His body relaxes as it feels like mountains of built up stress ease out of his body, his systems caches clearing as he stares at you through his visual module. He watches you stir and bring your hand up to your face with an airy, lovesick smile. You sigh in frustration as you slowly get up to clean yourself up and he chuckles to himself.

It was your first time together and now this will be something you can do together with him for a long, long time. Until, eventually, you'll truly have your first time together.

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m!Android caregiver x crazy psychiatric patient gn!reader

part 3

Before reading this part, look at the part 1! and part 2!

Warnings: psychotic behavior, schizophrenia, hearing voices, seeing floating eyes, hallucinations, taking medication, body to body contact, naked gn!reader (taking a shower), dirty thoughts lmao

Otherwise: soft caregiver android, gentle with gn!reader, understanding, fluff, willing gn!reader in love~, confused android Alois because of his feelings (?), protective

All the corridors Alois walked through seemed emptier than usual. Despite the overheating of his entire program, his visual self had not changed. Pale synthetic skin, inhuman blue eyes and a straightened posture.

At first glance, one cannot tell that he is not a human but an android with the program of a caregiver. He was heading to a ward for mentally disabled people who weren't nearly as dangerous as you. At least that's what the file of information that was uploaded into his knowledge described.

He detected people with abnormal behavior, some laughing uncontrollably, others making strange noises, each with at least one caregiver by their side.

Mr. Paul, a slightly overweight man with square-shaped glasses, was on a break and waiting for Alois. When he checked on Alois's work, he wanted him to come see him after. He was not his superior, but Alois obeyed his colleague's order without question.

The building had a break room with a small kitchen and places to sit. Paul was eating a sandwich that looked less healthy than most of the patients.

„Hello again." Alois greeted and closed the door behind him. Paul started talking to him with his mouth full, Alois apologized for not understanding him. Swallowing, Paul started again. „I'm telling you to sit down." His voice was more neutral than Alois's.

When Alois sat down opposite him, Paul started eating again. „Hey um.. Do you have like.. a brain?" „I have an artificial nerve center that could be compared to a brain." Wiping his mouth with his fat thumb, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

„Means you're able to learn, eh?" „That is correct." „So I'll tell you something you don't have in your patient's file." Alois got concerned. „Did they forget to upload some important information?" he asked immediately. „You bet." Paul put down his sandwich and took a sip of the coffee placed on his right."

„People can be very manipulative. You may not have noticed it, but they're playing with ya." Alois decided to remain silent. „They're up to something." „Why do you think that, sir?" „'Cause I was here when they were brought here. They were like a normal patient at first. Well, not normal, no patient here is normal, but y'know what I mean."

He dug dramatically into his sandwich again. „It is said that they went crazy after their accident. Before that, they were completely fine, sane." Alois had no idea what happened to you, he only knew your current condition.

„They suddenly stopped communicating and kept attacking for no reason during any interaction." He took another sip and leaned back in his chair, which made a creaking noise under his weight.

„We've been trying to figure out how to communicate with them for a month now. But the bastard won't cooperate. They act like a dog. Growls, barks, and bites. Literally." Paul tucked his greasy hair behind his ear.

„Look what that bitch did to me." He showed that he only had the top part of his earlobe, the rest was bitten off and scarred. Alois didn't like the vocabulary he was using. „Boss says they do it out of fear. But they take quite a lot of pills for schizophrenia, so I don't know what the fuck they're still afraid of."

Alois was evaluating his thoughts. He knew what you were going through, he had planned to write it down in your public file. However a lot of things didn't make sense to him. Why do you see things that you shouldn't be able to see with your medication?

„I heard from them that they constantly hear unpleasant voices." Alois finally spoke. „Oh you heard that from them, huh?" „Yes, I deci-" „So they just pretended not to talk the whole time! I knew it!" Paul pointed his dirty finger at Alois as if it was his fault.

„That is not-.." Alois was cut off once again. „They're planning to break out!" „Your assumptions are not adequate." „Are you really that stupid? I thought you'd have a higher IQ as an android." Paul leaned closer to him and began to assert his assumptions again.

„I saw them sitting there without wearing a straitjacket. They were calm. Do you understand? CALM! And when I appeared, they pretended in front of me that something was happening to them. They were covering their ears and whining like a victim. They are trying to wrap you around their finger and then run away!"

„Trust is one of the most important aspec-" „You know what I think? They're possessed by the devil. It's necessary that-.." „But that's not related to-" Suddenly Paul slammed his fist on the table, his coffee mug clinking for a moment. „Don't ever interrupt me, you idiotic robot."

In the silence that ensued, Alois received recommendations for various medications that Paul, as a potential patient, could take. „I still have work to do, I am asking you to excuse me." Alois ended their conversation.

He got up from his chair and was about to leave until Paul opened his mouth again. „Wait." Alois focused his blue eyes on his expression. „Sit down." He said strictly. Alois obeyed. „Mhm.. and now blink." Alois found these commands strange, but he obeyed. Paul chuckled. „Alright, get out."

Alois wasn't as stupid as Paul thought. He knew very well that he had given him these orders only to feel that he had power over him. Alois had no emotions towards his behavior. But he didn't want to discuss anything further with him, he knew that it would be a waste of time. He had questions, but asking an obsessive, unhealthy person wouldn't help him answer them. So he hoped to find help from someone who was sensible.

The sign on the door, 'PhDr. Broderick J. Benignus', marked the office of the head of the entire psychiatric hospital. Knocking, he waited for his voice. It sounded authoritative, but without roughness. „Come in." He opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door afterwards.

„Greetings, sir." The gentleman with the narrow glasses on his nose looked up. His expression changed completely before he spoke. "Hello, Alois, I didn't expect you here so early. Is something the matter?" He took off his glasses with a smile and encouraged him to sit in the chair opposite.

„I would like to discuss my patient with you." „Problems?" „...the opposite." „Oh?" He explained to him that your behavior partly does not correspond to the informations and datas he received. With a little patience, he can communicate with you verbally and did not forget to say how much you are trying to cooperate.

„This situation is really strange, I admit." He thought for a moment, took a deep breath, then continued. „However, their behavior is spontaneous, they have a clear reason why they trust you. Did you find out why?" „Y/N L/N explained to me that they feel the safest with me." „That's only good, I did the right thing by asking for your services. Did they confide in you more specifically about why they only feel comfortable with you?" Alois remembered the drawings he still had in his pocket.

„..Yes." „Does their explanation make sense?" "„Also yes." „In that case, I don't see a problem with why the situation should be so strange after all." Alois lowered his blue eyes slightly and continued listening. „You're working here on your first day and yet you've found out more information about L/N's condition than any of us in a month."

After a moment of silence, Alois confided one more thing. „Mr. Paul wanted to talk to me. He shared his opinion on my patient." „I assume he's still upset about having a piece of his ear bitten off?" „Yes, that too."

„You see, Mr. Paul isn't exactly the sharpest pencil in the pencil case. We have a decent number of caregivers, but not enough doctors. While he's good at diagnostics, he's not exactly a good companion."

„It was clear from his words that he harbored hatred for my patient. I don't want to change his opinion and I won't, it just seems to me that he is trying to influence my own opinion of Y/N."

„I understand your concerns, Alois." PhDr. Benignus sympathized. „Whose patient is Y/N L/N?" „...mine, sir." „Who is responsible for them?" „I am responsible for them." „Are your tasks clear to you?" „Yes, they are." „Then form your own opinion about your own patient. You are the only one who can help L/N. You can be inspired by the opinions of others, but if they seem wrong to you, they seem wrong to you for a good reason. Listen to yourself. The only superior you have here is me, but you are also my equal, do you understand?"

Things began to fall into place for Alois and his burdensome thoughts became lighter. „Yes sir, thank you for your time and help." „Glad I could help. If something else happens, you know what to do."

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'How long have I been here?' You asked yourself. 'How long has this been going on?' Your thoughts led you to questions about how long these strange things had been happening to you. You tried to converse with the eyeballs around you. All they did was stare. Most of them were touching you. They had no set temperature, they seemed slimy, yet without texture.

No matter how hard you listened, you couldn't understand a single word that was whispered. There were so many different voices, yet they were all the same. You could hear your heart beating, you felt your lungs expanding with each breath, the mechanism of your intestines was unpleasantly recognizable. Everything you were experiencing at the moment was complemented by a headache.

You would never have believed that you would like the creaking sound of that heavy metal door to your room. A smile graced your face as you looked at your personal caregiver. Ah, how handsome he was from head to toe. Eyeballs around you angled out of Alois's way as he approached you. „Hello, Y/N, it's so nice to see you again." He spoke with a smile and pulled out a piece of clear tape from his coat pocket. He grabbed the drawing of him that you had drawn and taped it to the wall above your bed. You giggled like a happy baby. The way he leaned over you? Hello?

„On a scale from one to ten, how much do you like toasts?" He started the conversation while he was untying your legs. You remembered that you made toasts quite often, so you probably liked them. To answer his question, you mouthed the word „eight", rising your shoulders, not being sure.

As soon as he untied you, he had to tie you down to the armchair in the dining room again. Although you preferred to have your limbs free, your priority was to be with Alois. You understood that if you behaved well, circumstances would also be good. Disappointed people were capable of breaking you, but a disappointed Alois would break your heart irreparably. He would treat you with respect and care if you cooperated, that's what he said himself. There isn't even a point in making trouble to the only person that actually cares for you.

The table trolley was already ready with your dinner, toasts with a glass of orange juice. „I'm going to ask you to open your mouth." Alois requested, placing one of the toasts he was holding in a tissue to your mouth. You started to open your mouth, but something seemed strange. Your eyes scanned the room. This had never happened before: All the eyeballs were gathered around the camera in the upper corner of the room.

They were all staring straight at it, not one of them paying attention to you this time. While it was a relief on one hand, it was strange. Alois looked in the direction you were looking and asked what you saw. It was hard to speak. „Take it easy, don't rush. Look at me and take it slow." You swallowed to moisten your parched throat a little. „The eye..ba-balls… c-..amera." „All off them?" You nodded. Alois stood up from his chair and fixed his gaze on the camera. Nothing happened for a moment, then sudenly all of them darted back across the room. You let Alois know that the eyballs were back on you.

You were both equally confused. For the rest of your dinner you ate in silence, Alois saying a few words here and there to make you smile. Your arrangement was the same as usual. You counted to ten until Alois returned. The more times this happened, the better you got at it. Even though you always ended up sweaty and your heart could have jumped out of your chest, his return was worth it.

First, he placed a white towel with new clothes he had brought on the chair where he had been sitting before, next he knelt down to untie the belt holding your legs. 'The view of him at my feet isn't so bad..' You thought. 'Oh no, what the hell am I thinking!?' After Alois untied your chest as well, he helped you to stand up. „Your cardiovascular activity is still high, is something wrong?" You didn't plan on telling him that you imagined him in the least holy position possible. So you just smiled like a sunshine and snuggled closer to him.

You had mixed feelings on the way to the shower room. Not only were you uncomfortable with someone looking at you or even touching you without your clothes on, but you were traumatized by the water. Water is one of the reasons you ended up where you are now.

Before that, Alois let you use the restroom. It was the smallest room, with only a toilet and dim lighting. While it was the most humiliating situation for you, Alois was only following instructions. He leaned over to move your pants to your ankles, but stopped at your mumbling.

„There is no need to feel embarrassed." The mumbling of yours did not stop. „Here, I will look away." Alois turned his head in different direction and pulled your pants down. You knew the rest. After doing what you needed to do you were supposed to kick the door two times.

Taking your sweet time, you were overthinking the stuff that will have to happen afterwards. The truth was you would let him touch you in any-fucking-way, any-fucking-time except THIS time! Breathe in, breathe out. The only eyes that were on you right now where the floating ones.

Straightening up, you kicked the door twice and closed your legs as much as possible. The door opened, revealing Alois who had a piece of toilet paper in one hand. Before he could do anything, you shook your head aggressively. Remember when you promised yourself you would always cooperate? Well, about that...

If Alois ever had the need to sigh, he would now. „You know what? I am going to wash your whole body anyways. Stand up." Were you relieved or stressed even more? You didn't know yourself.

As soon as you entered the shower room, the lights came on automatically. It was brighter than any other room, hurting your eyes. The walls were tiled. A shower head was hung in the middle of one of the walls, with a small drain hole underneath for water to drain.

A few days ago, this place was all blood. You don't know what happened to the caregiver when those eyeballs came out of him. You followed your defensive instincts. The worst feelings only caught up with you after a while. You swore you could still taste his blood on your tongue. Unexpectedly the sick feeling and dizziness overwhelmed you, making you lightheaded. Alois had his hand on your back, noticing the change in your balance.

„I've got you." His voice grounded you again. Eyeballs flew close to the floor, like dogs trying to pick up a scent trail. With each step, your anxiety grew and your stomach began to tighten.

The built-in chains in the wall reflected the unpleasant light directly into your misty eyes. 'Alois is a caregiver, he's an android who can't have dirty thoughts like any other disgusting human... like me.'

„I know you know the procedure, but I suggest that I describe each step to you so as not to catch you off guard in any way." The words that came out of him echoed off the tiles. Your head bowed and with your eyes closed you nodded.

„First, I am going to take off your straitjacket and t-shirt." He stepped closer and released your arms, untying the jacket. Next, carefully turned you to face the wall and while standing behind you, he asked you to raise your hands above your head. You already felt exposed enough. Then Alois folded the clothes he had taken off and placed them on the floor in the other corner of the room.

As he walked back towards you, he spoke again. „Now I will have to lock your hands with handcuffs, attached to the chains." Without examining you with his eyes, he leaned over your shoulder and the chains jingled in his hand. The chains hung loosely around your wrists because you were standing close to the wall. Two steps back would cause your arms to stretch out.

In the past you had tried to rip the chains off the wall. However, it was so strong that even Alois probably wouldn't be able to separate them from the wall. „Would you be so kind and lifted one of your feet up?" The steady speech of his made you feel at ease. Carefully, without rushing, your shoes got taken off one by one.

Still on knees, Alois tapped on one of your hips to aware you of his next move. „I remind you that you don't need to be shy in front of me. I am a trained caregiver like any other doctor." The room was closed off with no windows, but the temperature felt lower when you didn't have a single piece of clothing on.

Standing with your hands handcuffed and facing the wall, you felt too vulnerable. Nothing could happen to you, you knew that, but you weren't safe from your own thoughts. „Just a moment, please." Alois's voice echoed.

Mind blurry, but present, you were shaken up. He was aware that you wanted to get out of this room and situation as quickly as possible. He didn't want to let you suffer, but hygiene was very important and he wasn't going to neglect it.

Reaching his hand for the shower head hanging next to you, he continued to describe what was going to happen. „I will set the water temperature to the optimum first." He stood directly behind you, yet the unfamiliar voices reached you.

Your pupils shrank to the size of pins. That tightness in chest was unbearable. You stopped caring that you were naked, flashbacks reminding you of the event that put you in a place like this.

The vehicle's dim lights illuminated the narrow road, not a crack in sight. The sun had not been shining for a few hours now, the clouds obscured stars with the moon. But in the stream of memories, there is a hole full of emptiness, then nothing for a long time.

Water from the shower head began to hiss against the wall you stood next to, creating an unpleasant vision of another memory.

In the pitch darkness, you felt your wet skin, clothes stuck to you with icy water, and panic. This emotion was also reflected in your present, your breathing quickened, but you couldn't move an inch.

In the back of your mind, you heard Alois say your name, but your attention was long lost.

The wind was relentless that night, the leaves of the trees rustling so loudly that you couldn't hear the wood cracking above your head.

At last, a strong shock wave bursted through your sore body, forcing you to let out a painful scream.

After opening your eyes, you stood back in the shower room, pulling on the chains that held your hands. Saliva spurted out of your mouth from your screams, you looked like a wild animal with rabies.

The water quickly turned off as Alois touched your left shoulder with his left hand, still standing behind you. Resisting, you snapped at his hand with your teeth, missing. With quick movements, he put you in a headlock and tried to hold you in place.

He let you scream at the top of your lungs for a while longer before he began to speak in a low voice. „Y/N, shh. Nothing bad is happening." His words went in one of your ears and out the other.

The flailing of yours continued, eyeballs appearing around the two of you. „Ten, nine, eight,.." Alois's voice rang in your ears softly. „..seven, six, five,.." Joining him, your struggling eased. „..four, three, two, one." Standing still, you were as one.

Your thoughts calmed down, then you began to apologize for your behavior. However, Alois only half-heard you, he was trying to repeat the instructions to himself.

»Secure the patient, maintain hygiene - wash the patient, dry them and dress them.«

They seemed simple, yet they didn't fit the program like they should. 'Securing' you meant handcuffing you to the wall to immobilize your movements.

However, his work should result in you being in the highest comfort possible. Was he overthinking too much?

»The caregiver helps solve the patient's problems.« _ »The patient's comfort is a priority.« _ »Through mutual trust, the caregiver finds ways to solve problems in an individual way.«

„Listen to yourself."

„You know what to do."

„..their behavior is spontaneous, they have a clear reason why they trust you."

All the advice, data, and gossip was coming from all directions. The robotic body of his started to overheat again like an old computer. You could feel his warmth through his white T-shirt, bringing you the feeling of comfort in his embrace.

„You are like a cat." Alois's voice echoed. A gentle hand covered in synthetic skin caressed your arm with more words. „You bite, scratch... make warning sounds and defended yourself." He slowly released you from the headlock he had you in. „After a while of coaxing, you calm down and slowly start to trust."

His tall figure was still standing by your side, or rather behind you. You turned your head to look at him. „..And as far as I can tell, you do not like water. Like a cat." Petting your head affectionately, he watched you change your expression as you cracked a smile at the last comment.

Some of the adrenaline drained from your blood and you suddenly began to feel a burning sensation on your wrists. There's no wonder, pulling on the chains in an attempt to free yourself must damage a bare skin.

„Would you wish to try a different method?" After a violent nod of your head, he left the room for a moment. Before eyeballs could crawl to you tho, he was back again. Alois was holding a washcloth in his hand, which he then placed on the floor. You were surprised by his decision to remove your handcuffs, as if you weren’t trying to rip them off the wall just a moment ago. But you weren’t going to complain in any way.

„I believe we will not be needing these." The confidence in his voice made your poor heart skip a beat. The carefulness of his humanly-looking hands was inhuman. He barely touched the red spots left by the handcuffs.

The chains jingled and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Walls seemed to expand along with your lungs.

Alois soaked the aforementioned washcloth with the weakest stream of water. „I hope you're not in a hurry, I'm about to take my time with you." Whatever it sounded like, you were writhing in your skin like an earthworm.

As soon as your metal friend turned around, you broke out in a cold sweat. It was only then that you realized again that you weren't wearing a single piece of clothing. „I know that expression, Y/N. Stay calm, everything remains professional."

It didn't take long for you to relax under the wet washcloth that Alois was using tenderly. He started with your face, holding your cheek with one hand to stop you from twitching. You melted into his palm, your legs going weak. He was only at your ears and you already felt like jelly.

He wet the washcloth again and focused on your neck and shoulders. His hand moved to your shoulder blade to keep you steady. While Alois focused on ridding you of bacteria, you were almost drowning in his neon blue eyes.

You were sure they glowed in the dark. The color of his eyes was the least human thing he had, yet the most beautiful. „Is there something on your mind, Y/N?" Alois felt how you shivered under his fingers.

Your shoulders tensed, making Alois stop. He focused his attention on your expression, trying to study it. There was a desire to stay and at the same time to run away.

Your thoughts have traveled to where they shouldn't have. Again. Then you lowered your eyes, feeling that if Alois looked into them for too long, he would be able to read all your thoughts.

Your cleaning process continued in the same way. He was careful, occasionally holding a part of your body to keep your balance. He promised you that he would save the intimate areas for last.

There are remnants of foam left on you, decorating your figure. „Y/N, would it be possible to try running the water on you again?" You were expecting this question and mentally prepared yourself for it.

„It's not about making your washing process as fast as possible, but it's about getting rid of more dirt this way." Alois meant nothing but well.

Deep down, you wanted to get rid of your fear, nonetheless it was easier said than done. Alois gave you a moment to think. After a moment of thinking, you started to feel a little cold. Alois noticed and responded by soaking the washcloth in warm water before continuing to clean you up.

Both of you remained quiet. An uneasy silence reigned throughout the tiled room. Your eyes wandered down to Alois's frame, kneeling on one knee.

He focused on washing your shin while holding your calf with his other hand. Whether he was above or below you, your eyes never got tired of this view.

Looking at him brought you comfort. Until your eyes met; that made you nervous... yet seen. Just as he did, you glanced straight in front of you, "admiring" the tiles.

„Your body temperature is dropping more and more." He stated into the silence, his voice echoing.

He stood up in your view and turned you closer to the wall. After positioning himself behind you, like he did last time, he carefully grabbed your arms and motioned for you to sit down. Surprised, you found yourself in his lap.

He obviously didn't mind that you were all soapy and wet. You felt a warmth in your back that drove the shivers away from your body.

This was the first time Alois had used his heating system of his own free will, but you didn't need to know that.

Sometimes laughter escaped your mouth as Alois tried to wash your feet. You were still twitching like before, but at least now with positive emotions. It gave him a sense of satisfaction that he was doing his job correctly.

Time flowed like the water that still hadn't been released. You tried to find a normal memory in that twisted head of yours, where you shower in. It took a lot of strength, because of all the fear you had felt for eternity.

'There it is...' your inner voice spoke through the scrubbing noises of washcloth. You remembered that you used to have a small bathroom, an average sink and a narrow shower.

The light in that bathroom flickered softly, but the water felt pleasantly warm, almost hot, on your skin. You hadn't felt warm water on your body for a long time. But you hadn't forgotten that pleasant feeling after a long hard day at work.

The fear of running water turned into a sudden desire. You didn't need therapeutic exercises or a consultation with a psychologist. Just time and space.

Alois saw you pointing your finger and reaching for the shower head. „Very brave gesture."

Your blood froze in your veins at the first touch of the water, but with Alois's patience you soon relaxed.

The shivers left you and you felt warmth not only from the inside but also from the outside.

...

'This is the first time I've seen her so relaxed.' Alois's inner voice spoke. Usually he would see various notifications and charts, that was his way of "thinking". Now he could only read one coded sentence.

»Patient's comfort reached.«

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As quickly as the worries had disappeared, they had reappeared. There was this buzz in the back of your head.

Instinct made you look towards the door. Eyeballs were shaking and flying around it like crazy. Neither of them were paying attention to you. Luckily.

The tension in your muscles appeared like before. Your android caregiver studied your sudden reaction and mood swing. His hearing was more sensitive than a human's. You saw something, he heard something.

You were both looking in the same direction at the moment. The splashing of water was interrupted by the door being roughly opened.

„What is your reason for being here, Dr. Paul?" Alois's voice rang out as he stood himself protectively in front of you.

You immediately crossed your arms in front of your bare chest. You hunched over, trying to hide your figure as effectively as possible behind Alois, who was having a conversation with the evil doctor.

Pointing at you, Paul shouted with unknowable emotion in his voice: „Their hands are not cuffed!" Fear surged through your veins, you carefully grabbed Alois's white coat.

„I have assessed that handcuffs are not necessary." Alois uttered. „Ohh, boss is NOT going to like this." Paul grew a smirk on his fat, sweaty face, taking a few steps towards were you two were standing.

„You're not supposed to be here." „I'm a doctor, I have every right to be here." You felt too vulnerable. Even when you were hidden behind Alois, you were still naked and helpless.

While Alois turned off the running water and hung the shower head up, Paul moved closer and closer.

It was here again. It would happen again. It was happening again. The eyeballs that had been circling around him a moment ago were now entering his body one by one. With each step his entire appearance changed; he was literally turning black.

His disgusting voice turned into rasps and grunts. Suddenly he spoke in a language you didn't know. His upper limbs were being dragged on the floor, dark smoke was coming out of his back that smelled like something burned.

„My patient is in discomfort, I ask you to leave. Now." „No metal thing will tell me what to do!" Alois detected the anxiety in your body, you were shaking with terror.

With a quick movement, he took off his coat, which you had been gripping on, and placed it around your shoulders, as he took a step closer to the still approaching Paul.

Dr. Paul shouted at the top of his lungs, but you only heard screams and growls coming from the monster he had transformed into.

„I order you to get out of my way immediately, I intend to take care of them MYSELF!" „Paul, I warn you, do not attempt to touch my client." Alois replied in an assertive voice as he walked slowly towards him.

Now Alois and the monster faced each other. The black figure roared and screeched while Alois spoke with surprising calmness.

The monster turned its head towards you and back to Alois repeatedly. In any other situation, it would have rushed at you, but Alois kept it at bay.

„I am fully aware of your rights, mine, and my patient's." „Do you think you're something more than ME!?" Dr. Paul kept spitting. „No, that is what you think."

That doctor obsessed with you has had enough. „That's it- I'LL PUNISH THEM MYSELF! Come here, you little-" That black monster took its last step towards you, until...

As soon as Alois touched Dr. Paul, the black matter that had surrounded him before spread out in all directions and transformed back into eyeballs.

You saw the crazy doctor again. This time, however, he was hanging above the ground because your caregiver was holding him by the collar of his shirt.

While he kicked his feet nervously, Alois continued to speak calmly to him. „I see that you have problems with aggression, I would recommend Himalaya Mentat, Advance Modin, Puhdistamo L-Theanine or Chinese medicine. I'm sure you're familiar with these medications."

„P-PUT ME DOWN YOU FUCKING ROBOT!" „And also Kardious for high blood pressure. Your heart rate exceeds 140/90 mm Hg."

Your fear and stress turned into giggles. The person who often hurt you was now helpless and at a disadvantage. Who wouldn't laugh?

Paul saw you and started sweating more than before. „Let me down, Alois... You're embarrassing me!" „You're embarrassing yourself, Dr. Paul."

After a while of 'torturing', Alois put Paul down and led him into the hallway. Then he returned to you, intending to continue as if nothing had happened.

„May I have my coat back, please?" Alois started. You wanted to playfully provoke, but decided to be nice instead. After all, he literally saved you. And according to your files, he may have saved Paul's other earlobe as well.

„You handled this situation perfectly, I apologize for my colleague. He... is not a very good companion." he told you as he turned the warm water back on, letting you relax under it for a few more minutes.

As he promised, he left the intimate parts until the very end. He was patient and offered different options that you might feel comfortable with.

„Would it be better for you to sit down?"

„Would you like me to use the washcloth?"

„I could do it with my eyes closed..."

„No, I can't 'just rinse' you with water, that would be neglect."

„Yes, I believe you are capable of doing it yourself. However, I would still have to check your work afterwards."

You tried to get out of it as best as you could, but to no avail. Finally, he brought you a plastic chair, sat you down, wrapped you in a towel so you wouldn't be cold, and cleaned what he could with a washcloth.

You froze when he grabbed your ankle while you were kicking your feet in discomfort. He held you tightly, strictly... But still careful not to bruise your skin.

He rinsed you off with water one last time and dried you thoroughly before dressing you in new clean clothes, including a straitjacket.

Before he could put it on you, you wrapped your arms around his hard metal waist as a thank you for not letting Dr. Paul hurt you.

...You would let him pet your head forever.

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Despite the unwelcome visitor, this was the most calmly managed showering for you in this facility.

But time was running out, there were only a few last moments left to spend with Alois before your brain was drugged again.

„Does it feel good to feel clean?" Alois broke the silence with this sentence. Overwhelmed with thoughts, you decided to simply nod.

You weren't the only one with a head full of thoughts. While you were thinking about how to extend your time together, Alois was thinking of various alternatives for how the situation with Dr. Paul would be handled.

He wanted to share his thoughts with someone reasonable, like PhDr. Broderick J. Benignus, and for some reason he wanted to share them with you as well. But would that be appropriate? Wouldn't it be a mistake to discuss this situation with his own patient? On the other hand, it also affected you.

First things first, it was time to brush your teeth.

Another armchair, another belts to hold you down. Before Alois could think about whether it was necessary to tie you down, you were already sitting in the armchair.

„You are improving." he announced. You took his sentence as a compliment and responded with a smile. „I am going to modify your file." he said as he fastened you. „There aren't many positive things written there."

Suddenly, he pulled out a case with a toothbrush inside from his pants pocket. „I feel like you don't deserve such reputation."

The toothbrush had a short handle with rounded edges for safety. The workers believed that even an ordinary toothbrush could kill one of them if it fell into your hands.

Alois took his time to clean every tooth so that no plaque remained on them. He used a non-irritating toothpaste and occasionally let you rinsed your mouth with water from a cup he held to your mouth.

Everything went smoothly. You used the time of your silence to daydream about the way he took off his coat, handing it to you...

You noticed that his arm was covered in synthetic skin only up to the shoulder, which was black and shiny. When you hugged him after the shower, his torso and waist were very hard.

They certainly weren't covered in fake skin just like his shoulders. What other parts of him were 'exposed'?

Your eyes wandered to his body kneeling in front of you, his focus on you. Only you. You were the center of his attention. 'Am I getting addicted to his presence?' you asked yourself.

There was no mirror in the room and the armchair was turned towards the wall. You couldn't see behind yourself, but could feel all the movement that was happening behind you.

So many strange things have happened this day. First you planned to bite your new caregiver's hand off and now you're trying to find a way to extend your time with him.

„Flush your mouth, please." Alois requested, holding the cup filled with fresh water to your lips. „I have dental floss here too."

Caregivers hasn't flossed your teeth since they discovered you bite off fingers. You would have broken your teeth on his metal fingers. However there was no reason to hurt him. If you were allowed to, you would kiss his knuckles instead. 'Would he feel it? Would he like it perhaps?'

„May I try with you?" Confused, you tilted your head to the side. „...to floss your teeth." 'Ah right..' For a moment you thought he wanted you to kiss his knuckles. Shame.

His fingers moved naturally. Every now and then you grimaced at the grinding of your teeth with the dental floss and at the pain. „Your gums are slightly inflamed. I don't like to see that." Your eyes dropped.

„Don't worry, I don't blame you. It's not your fault." Alois let you rinse your mouth out one last time. „Despite the physical and mental pain, you behave very well. Thank you for your cooperation."

You shamelessly tried to force him to put a cherry on top of the cake. „A..are.. you- ehm. pr-oud?" He placed his palm on your head and, with the words „Yes, Y/N, I am sincerely proud of you." caressed you.

From his other pocket he took out plaster pills that were given to you when you were still tied. They had a faster effect because they didn't have to be swallowed, they dissolved on the tongue.

If the shower didn't take that long, you would have plenty of time left for conversation after brushing your teeth. On the other hand, the pills could make you so tired that you wouldn't even notice it was the next day.

„uhm.." you tried to say your last words before being knocked out. „Do you have something to tell me?" Alois made sure and politely knelt down on one knee to be at your eye level.

„I.. w-wa-nt.. to..." Your jaw started shaking, you couldn't speak well. „Shh, it is alright. I am aware that we are pressed for time." placing his human like hand on your tied one, he made you take a few deep breaths. „However you are my priority."

Tears almost started to form in your eyes from hearing him saying that you matter. For the first day in a month in this facility you weren't taken as a totally psychotic, chronically ill pacient.

It must have taken an android to remind you that you were still human. Getting yourself together, you spoke nearly fluently. „I want.. to spend m-more time wit-th.. you."

„It is wonderful to hear this from you. I'm glad I have gained your trust." He spoke in the same cheerful tone as when you called him a stag.

While he was talking, he was unbuckling your belts. „I promise to do everything in my power to help you with your problem." When he released you, he offered you his opened palm.

„And I also promise you that when you wake up in the morning, you will have me by your side again." You took his hand and swallowed the pill he gave you yourself.

„What an independent patient you are. I'll have to come up with some kind of reward." 'Oh I'd have an idea of a reward.' said your inner voice bashfully.

Alois led you into the hallway, you holding his hand. He didn't resist. Your eyelids drooped and before you knew it, you were sitting in a wheelchair watching flying eyeballs dodge to sides.

With all your strength, you tried to help Alois get you onto the bed, but he did most of the work.

You heared his voice but you didn't understand his words. Well, the important thing was that you heard him. Alois was aware that you didn't know what he's saying, but he was convinced that his voice would bring you the comfort you needed. And he was right.

After the last belt he had to immobilize you with, he gave you an injection in your thigh that you didn't even register. You looked at him through only one half-open eyelid, wanting him to be the last thing you would see that day.

By stroking your hair, Alois put you into a deep sleep. That was the first time you didn't fall asleep exhausted and surrounded by strange eyeballs and voices.

Although you were no longer mentally present, Alois sat next to your bed for a longer while, examining your sleeping figure.

He couldn't help but check your blood flow, watch your chest rise and fall, scan your brain activity. When he was satisfied, he stood up and left with one last glance in your direction.

Time to address the situation about Dr. Paul and his unacceptable behavior. Even though he's his colleague, his priority now is you.

Alois has a great sense of justice.

Alois is not letting this slide.

a/n: Don't worry, in the next episode you are going to find out what really happened to Reader and why they see what they sees. (`･ω･´)

@horrific-dust @sunndust @liv-007

[enterrandomname]

Cyrus x Android!Reader

WARNING: Cyrus may be OOC. Beware of my terrible writing skills. No use of (Y/N)

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“Master Cyrus, may I ask where we are headed?” You followed behind him. He didn't bother giving a response, as it would only make you question him even more. Cyrus turned his head a bit to look at you.

At a young age, he had found himself tinkering with machines. Despite not liking the company of human beings, he had decided to create an android. One that could take on the role as his first ever friend. One that will always be there for him.

A sigh escaped his lips. “We are only going for a walk.” He said, walking with his hands neatly behind his back. As the two of you walked in silence, a cold breeze hit Cyrus body, making him shiver in the cold. You noticed this and decided to make a risky move.

Taking a few steps forward without making a single sound, you wrapped your robotic arms around his body, startling the poor man. “What are you doing?” He asked, his body stiffening as he awkwardly stood there.

“You were shivering, sir. I had researched that hugs can give a human heat.” You responded, not letting go of your creator.

He slowly wrapped his arms around your metallic body, resting his chin on your shoulder. He felt his cold heart starting to melt. Even though your body was cold due to being made out of metal deep inside, he felt his body start to warm up.

Cyrus soon found himself smiling, a rare sight to witness as he had thrown away all of the emotions he once had. He noticed that you still hadn’t let go. Cyrus rolled his eyes and gently tapped your shoulder, giving you a silent command.

You frowned but complied, stepping back to give Cyrus some of his space. “Master Cyrus, shall we head back? In this weather, you might catch a cold.” You said, watching as a family of Luxio’s snuggled against each other, each one of them trying to get the other’s warmth.

“I suppose you are right.” Cyrus looked back at the path the both of you had taken.

[chris-prank]

Their reactions to this: Friend: So what is your type (reader)? Reader: Traumatized men with fat tits that have breeding kinks.

I love how it goes from angst to silly to angst again 😇

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Vincent paused the audio that he had secretly recorded and looked down at his chest with his mouth agape. It's as if, despite his delusions running deep, something had cracked inside him.

“I wasn’t their perfect type all along…” He muttered, his pupils shrinking as he bit hard on the nail of his thumb.

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Upon overhearing your conversation, Esteban swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket and called a Hermes store he had on speed dial, the number being squished between ones of Givenchy, Louis Vuitton and the likes.

“Hi, could you put under my name all of your new skin tight shirts, please. I’m sure you have my size in your little computer.” The man spoke with ease, unbothered by his exaggerated requests, “and have them ready before 4pm. I have to put on display my best assets tonight, you see.”

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Atlas, who has been diligently standing at your side as you shopped with your friend, snapped his head in your direction upon hearing your answer. He couldn’t believe that your “friend” dared ask that while he was right there! But it didn’t matter at the moment as he pulled at the rim of your sleeve, activating his artificial lacrimal glands to raise the probability of winning your sympathy.

“Will you dispose of me if you find someone like that?” His voices glitched as sincere emotions of inadequacy bubbled to the surface, “I-I don’t want to be thrash again…”

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Martin almost choked on his beer after hearing your words. He couldn’t deny that he was glad that he seemed to fit your requirements, even if the word choices still caught him off guard.

“You know I’m always free when you want sweetheart.” He shouted from across the bar counter, giving you a teasing smile in the process.

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Jacce didn’t waste a second as he shoved the bag full of croissants in the clients hands and told Pierre to take over the cafe while he went on a small break. Locking himself in the bathroom, he grasped his chest and tried to steady his breathing, but to no avail.

“T-they'll accept me! I just kn-know it now!”

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Vincent and Atlas being in the small chest team 😔

[n0rmal-cat]

Android yan stuff

-I think it would be cute if android really did have lights in their ears that’s lit up when they lied.

- android feels depressed when they can’t be helpful they have it in their head that if their not doing something at all times if the day they should feel bad.

- Android also has a lot of built in features that they only have because the creator thought they needed them to be human.

- I feel like he’s also very fascinated by reader and their daily life, yes they were thought to be as normal as possible but they don’t really know what that looks like.

- Brushing your teeth, so cool! Wearing two different socks because you can’t find a matching pair, inventive! Saving three times in a video game because you forgot you did like two seconds, ok he doesn’t understand that one but still cool!

- Please teach him how to be mundane and live a normal life

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𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡.𝟐 — 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

Part One || Part Two

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Leaving the Cyberlife store is an... experience for the broken android. After the workforce and standing idle in the store for so long, you finally bring König home, where he learns what it would mean to be your companion. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.3 k 𝐚/𝐧 : sincerely, thank you all for the lovely comments and interactions on the first chapter ♡ (my android son is so cute ahgkgj-) 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fluff, hurt/comfort(?), domestic fluff, slow burn?

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋. They had no programming to want. There were no lines of code that enabled them to dream. They were machines built to serve.

In theory, an android should not feel fear.

The WX-400, or König, glanced down at where your hand met his. The synthetic skin clasping imperceptibly onto yours. So warm and soft... and so much smaller in his own.

It kept him grounded when you guided him onto the sleek floors of the store, his sensors coming alight with all the new input his body was receiving. From being stuck in a paralyzing stasis, to feeling the cool spring sun on his skin; the slight chill of the store in his mouth; seeing the detailed cracks embedded into the pavement of the sidewalk.

His body felt like it was short circuiting. Jolted to life too fast, even if you had only led him to the curb. That soft smile on your face when he looked for assurance, still holding onto him.

What would happen if he let go? It didn't feel right to think that way. He was sure the world would not stop spinning below his feet if he did.

"König?"

Your voice made him snap out of it. Those stormy eyes of his hesitantly trailing up to meet yours.

"This is our ride," you tilted your head, gesturing to the polished self-driving car that sat on the corner of the street.

He didn't respond. Eyes flickering away, still holding onto your hand. It was a cute gesture. Maybe he just forgot to stop holding it? Or maybe the android didn't feel comfortable letting go without permission?

Hm...

You decided then: owning an android was hard.

The entire ride back to the house was a mix of stolen glances. Each entirely new to the other.

You, watching the way his soft eyes followed the people passing by on the street. Androids and humans alike. Watching, but never saying a word.

König was a sight to behold, and the smile that crawled onto your lips was inevitable.

Such a large android. Tall and built with the purpose of lifting ten times that of the average human... moving so gently, and with a hesitance for the world you'd only ever seen in stray animals.

And occasionally, when he felt you shift to watch your own window or the red-green lights of traffic. He'd consider you from the corner of his eye. Unreadable, before you could catch him and his eyes snapped back forwards.

People and buildings passed by in a blur of lights. Shops and a park filled with trees. Androids always obediently trailing after the humans who owned them, unable to do much but smile and tend to the children or shopping bags. Task after task, demand after demand.

When the car stopped at a red light, his eyes landed on a small girl, her pink rain jacket covered in a light sprinkle of rain. Jumping in every puddle she could with a giggle. The young android next to her, a dark-skinned man with long hair, smiled and did the same with her. Each taking a turn splashing gently in a puddle, unaware of the rest of the world around them, only enjoying the remnants of the rain.

Something in that image, the adoring smile on the android's face as he watched the girl play in innocent bliss, it stirred something for a long while, even after the car began to roll away.

He didn't know where the two of you were going. The thought of 'home' having no real meaning to him.

Back at the sites, the company only had two trucks to house their android workers. Rows of three in each truck, filled with small metal compartments for the mechanical men to stand in idly until the next job. Under lock and chain, so nobody stole company property, with no light except the one that blinked from his LED...

Soon, the commercial buildings melted into a quaint suburban neighborhood. Run down houses, but clearly lived in, with warm lights filling their windows.

Many had been put out of work due to the rise of android labor. He had heard one of the site managers complaining about it often.

König's eyes flickered over you for a moment again.

Did you work? Have a home or a family to go back to? People you lived with?

"We're here," you gestured sheepishly, unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing out of the car. Your hand finally slipping from his.

'Here' was a two story house with peeling paint and a handful of missing shingles. It looked like the surrounding houses. Puddles and mud around the sunken walkway from the rain, nothing but scrawny hedges growing yet.

König followed suit, ducking his head low to climb out of the car unscathed, towering back to his full height. Maybe the tallest android model built, at an impressive six foot ten inches.

He noticed you staring and his eyes hit the ground.

He was just-an amazing looking android, and his height was only more impressive to you. It was really hard not to smile. An android...

"Come on," you waved for him to follow you.

The closer you both got, the more he could see the wear. The fogged windows, the flickering outside light. Up the wooden porch that creaked dangerously under his weight, to the solid front door. That looked new.

"Well, here it is, home," you shrugged, the front door swinging open for the two of you.

"I just moved in," you explain as the android stepped through the doorframe to join you (having to bow his head again), peered around curiously. "The house is a bit old, but I'm going to fix it up for us," you nodded, looking around at the expanse of cardboard boxes in the living room. So sure of yourself.

Us?

The circular LED on his temple flickered yellow, a sign of stress that disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Here," you held your hand out for him, producing a small silver key for him to take. "House key," you explained with a sort of bounce in your toes.

It was for him, he realized.

He tilted his head, taking it from your hand, cool fingers brushing against yours as he considered you. Again.

You looked really... How should he describe it? Happy? Excited?

And you were. You had a house. A beautiful house that just needed a bit of care put into it, and an android unlike any you'd ever seen to help you make it a home.

"Well, I'd show you around but there's not much," you scratched at your neck with a sigh. It was a big house, just empty so far, and for the amount of stuff you had brought... You'd need a lot more to make it homey like you intended when you purchased the house.

You led him down the hall, shoes tapping against the wooden floorboards, dust lining the floors, but the house actually looked pretty sturdy to him.

"There's the living room, connects to the kitchen," you listed off as you walked by, "Washroom, and the basement door." You finished, pointing off to the left until you made it to the end of the hall. Still peering ahead towards a back door. Also new, he noted.

"Up the stairs is my room and a couple of... well empty rooms," you shrugged.

You had a lot on your plate, granted. Your eyes skimming over the backyard with a sigh. If you wanted flowers this year, they'd have to be planted fast... with the rest of the house to do, how hard could it be?

You spun around and faced König with a soft optimism, leading him back to the living room.

"Well, lets start with some of the bigger boxes," you nodded, the plan seeming to come together in your mind. "The movers did most of the heavy lifting, so I don't have to worry about pushing a mattress upstairs or moving all those dressers..."

It was true, there was a large cream colored couch already in the living room, along with a large white TV stand pushed against the wall.

It looked almost as big as you were, and the android found it a fitting comparison. Imagining you pushing that thing all by yourself just- didn't work in his mind.

König followed your lead, starting with the box on top of the pile that trailed along the hallway. Each one labelled quickly in sharpie.

Photos, Decorations, Dishes, Cleaning Supplies, Towels. All stuff that looked like it was supposed to be downstairs.

König decided though, to stick to the living room, carefully cutting open the taped up boxes with a precision that seemed impressive. Even manual. Carefully laying out photos and old picture frames you had decided were important.

There were a few that caught his eye. His slate colored irises lingering on your face as you smiled or laughed in a few of them. Surrounded by what he deduced were your closest friends or family members... all based on how happy you looked, or how you moved your hands to hold each person.

"You can leave the bigger ones aside König."

He nearly jumped.

"I'll put them up later," you assured him.

He glanced over his shoulder, where you now sat on the floor, fiddling with some small box in your hand.

He looked back to the photo's, a bit more hesitant to touch them now before he set them back into the box and turned towards you. The circular LED on his temple fluttering a yellow.

"I could put them up for you," he offered quietly. Given a drill or nails for them, it wouldn't take that long. In fact, the tools might've even felt familiar in his hand.

The sound of his voice, soft but rich and deep made you smile so wide he thought he had said something out of line.

He shouldn't have questioned you, he realized the mistake. His deeply scarred hands imperceptibly clasping into loose fists at his sides.

"Thank you," you began, "You could do that after we paint the walls tomorrow," you nodded, glancing around at the dim room around the two of you. "I was thinking maybe a light green? Or maybe even a smoky color?" you thought aloud, clearly having been undecided on the matter.

The LED turned blue again. The tension in his body suddenly melting away as you thanked him.

"Do you have a good color in mind?" You asked him then, suddenly wondering if androids had opinions. Or more specifically, if König did.

He shook his head quickly.

"No... favorite ones?"

And he shook his head again, his eyes fluttering downward. Was he... supposed to have one?

You only offered another soft smile, figuring as much. "We'll both come up with something," you assured quietly. Those soft eyes of yours trailing back up to him as you finally undid the box in your lap, pulling out a carefully wrapped vase. The beautiful glossy ceramic glinting in the fading light from the windows. Holding it up for him to take.

"It's going to be easier with you around," you joked softly, but it seemed true. The depth of your words had a faith in him that felt... unfamiliar.

He took the vase gently from your hands, his eyes flickering around as if he meant to say something, before he quietly turned and put it down onto a small table.

He returned to doing as you instructed, placing all of the big things into the room, leaving the walls bare for now.

The rest of the hours went by like that, you occasionally stopping to ask him something that seemed profound to his android brain.

Why would you want to know if he had a favorite animal? Or if he liked music?

What use could he have for preferences like that?

But he always answer politely, if not curtly, until the living room at least had the lights and the TV connected.

You sat down onto the couch with a huff, taking a moment to relax after the long day you'd had.

In truth, buying and owning an android never really seemed to have priority. This house did.

You glanced over at König, who was still working away quietly. Folding empty cardboard boxes up neatly and setting them aside for recycling.

"König."

He stopped when you addressed him, turning his attention back to you before he could grab another box and continue. Waiting for another command.

But, he was working too hard.

You patted the spot on the couch next to you.

And when he didn't move or seem to understand the gesture, your face lit up in amusement. "Come sit, relax for a bit," you trailed off. He was an android, sure, but it didn't mean... well that he was a machine.

The thought made your chest feel heavy suddenly. It was easy, with how human-like they looked, to forget that they weren't human.

The large android did as you said and sat down. The cushions dipping beneath him and making you lean that way with a small laugh.

He was so rigid, even for an android. Sitting up straight, scarred hands on his knees, not even leaning against the back of the couch. Unsure really what to do without someone's input.

'Relax?' Did he really know how to?

König watched you from the corner of his eye again as you flicked on the TV. Your feet pulled up, sinking comfortably into the cushions. Your knees almost brushing his.

It reminded him of the store, only a few hours earlier.

How warm you were next to him, and how that smile lingered on your lips as you watched the TV tiredly.

The moment you turned to catch his gaze, he straightened again, eyes forward, pretending to watch the screen. His LED blinking that sunny yellow.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. ♡

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