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supernatural-bias · 4 years ago

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Y!Quackity x Detective!Reader

━"Murder By Midnoon"

━Quackity

━Tw: A dead body, blood, trash (I dunno, some people have a phobia of trash), and hints of yandere behavior

━Notes: I do not condone murder. Unless they really deserved it. 🔫😃 (Ex. Being homophobic and/or sexist. Then I'm going to need a list of names buddy.)

━Song: "Lone Digger" By Caravan Palace

The sun glared down on downtown New York. Pedestrians were scattered around the edge of the road, all wearing a sparse amount of clothing to keep cool. Smoke and exhaust gas filled the air from cars that happened to be stuck in afternoon traffic.

However, one car had leeway, shifting in and out of the various vehicles at the fastest speed they could.

The driver- a twenty year old woman -grit her teeth angrily as she found her way through New York's traffic.

Just under minutes ago she had received a call that interrupted her lovely lunch break in a cozy Café. There had been a body found on the corner of fourth street and she had been the closest official in the area.

"Damn psychopaths. I was just trying to eat my lunch for once…" She seethed, beyond pissed at the unknown murderer. Couldn't a girl catch a break nowadays.

Sighing in defeat, (Y/n) decided to review the few details about the victim that she had been given before arriving on scene.

Reaching for her phone, she balanced driving and reading at the same time.

Case 286b

Case subject: Murder

Victim profile: Adult male, 5'7 with blond hair. Found wearing a green hoodie and black jeans

Need for report: Injuries all over his body; clearly been beaten to death. Dumped on private property

Suspects: Four

It surprised (Y/n) how much information that the team had been able to require so quickly. Normally it took a couple of days for them to catch a suspect, much less four. This body must be pretty recent.

After one more quick scan of the digital file, she watched out her windshield as her car approached the area where the supposed body was spotted.

(Y/n) put her car in park by a thin line of yellow police tape that was fluttering in the slight breeze. Straightening out any wrinkles in her outfit before continuing, she stepped out of the car to walk over.

"Ma'am!" Immediately she was found by a police officer. "Are you the detective they sent over?"

(Y/n) looked at the tall man that had approached her without interest. The only thing she thought worth noting was that his badge held the name 'Soot'

"Yes, that's me." She sighed. "Where's the body sir?"

"Over here. Just follow me" He spun on his heel to lead the woman over to a small area hidden from the public eye.

In that area was a generic, rusty looking dumpster out behind an abandoned construction site. (Y/n) immediately noticed a thick trail of blood leading to the large blue trash can. What was this, Scooby-Doo? Either she's stuck in a fucking Nancy Drew book, or this killer really wanted to be found.

She tentatively approached it. From the outside you could see a single floppy limb hanging out of the dumpster.

Yep. They definitely wanted to be caught. No one's that dumb when hiding a body.

"Has anyone taken pictures yet?" She said suddenly, eliciting a shake of the head from Officer Soot.

"Get someone on it. This looks like a recent kill. We can't afford to miss anything."

The policeman nodded his head and jogged off, shouting for a camera in the process.

Now that she was finally alone, (Y/n) could really work her magic.

Bending down to peer into the dumpster, her nose was promptly met with a waft of garbage. It didn't help that there was blood mingled in there either, giving it the smell of month old gym socks.

Her (e/c) eyes meticulously scanned over the now dead male. He fit the description from the file; a mop of blond hair with a green sweatshirt. He had fairly decent looks too.

If he wasn't dead, she might have hit on him.

Nonetheless, (Y/n) reached into one of her many coat pockets. From there, she pulled out a plain set of latex gloves. Only after slapping the appliances on did she allow herself to stuff her hands into the squishy dumpster.

(Y/n) proded at the trash, trying to find a clue that could be of use to the forensics team. But nothing caught her eye. It was just the regular slum of garbage: empty pizza boxes and beer bottles galore.

Just as she contemplated giving up, a shiny object glinted from one of the corners. It grabbed her attention, successfully getting the sleuth to look at it.

It was a finely polished ring. A scattering of expensive jewels rimmed the thick metal center, displaying a circle with a melted and illegible logo on it.

(Y/n) gingerly picked it up with a smug smile on her face. There was no way in hell that somebody had thrown this away. Clearly it had come from the killer.

"Bingo." She whispered slowly.

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"What the fuck just came out of your mouth Fundy."

A loud slam sounded through the tense atmosphere. You could practically cut into the thick tension with a dull steak knife.

"S-sorry ma'am, but the lab can't find it."

A growl rang through a very messy looking office. The figure that sat behind a wooden desk was clutching her head in anger.

"It has been fourteen days. Fourteen bloody days" (Y/n) hissed. "And now you tell me forensics has lost the only fucking lead we have?!"

"Like I said, the ring just seemed to disappear out of thin air m-miss. It was like it never even existed."

Finally looking up from the torrade of papers on her desk, (Y/n) softened in the slightest bit. The man in front of her was trembling slightly, frightened by her fierce tone.

"Sorry Fundy. It's just been a couple of sleepless days for me." She apologized tiredly. It was true. For the last couple of weeks, the detective hadn't been able to get her mind off the case. It plagued her all day, and especially in the dead of night when she had nothing else to do.

It was like the killer was silently taunting her. As if they were hiding in plain sight, laughing at her misery. It was driving the girl crazy.

There was just a certain feeling about this case that she couldn't put her finger on.

"Why don't you go home Fundy. It's been a long day, and I know your fiance is practically minutes away from labor." (Y/n) didn't look at her co-worker as she subtly gave him an early leave.

Even still, she could hear the gratitude in the once scared man's voice as he thanked her quietly for the leave.

"Tell the missus I loved her pie yesterday, and good luck with the baby!" She yelled as Fundy walked out her door. He smiled and called back that he would before disappearing out of sight.

Now (Y/n) was free to let out a loud groan.

"Fucking hell."

(Y/n) rubbed her temples with deep annoyance. Wishing she had a bottle (or two) of asprin, the woman stood up to stretch.

"Damn. I'm turning into an old lady." She sighed after hearing three consecutive pops in her spine.

After a few more minutes of mindlessly standing in the middle of her office and staring at a wall, her door swung open again.

"Good news Ms.(L/n)! We've found all the Suspects!"

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One more interview and you can go home (Y/n)

Just one more

C'mon. Don't be a fucking pussy. You can eat all the chocolate you want later if you get this last one done

The ticking of a clock resonated through the interrogation room (Y/n) was sitting in. It read 9:25 pm, but because of its delayed speedster, she knew that the time was really 10:19.

It had been three hours since a member of her team had broken the news to her that they had rounded up all the suspects. Supposedly, they were all in question because they each had been within 200 feet of the body after it was found. A reasonable enough attempt, but it was still a stretch.

The first one (Y/n) interviewed had been a sassy girl. After some digging in the computer systems and taking a statement or two, she had found out that the minor was the victim's sister. The teen didn't seem too upset at the untimely passing of her brother (who they now knew was named Clay), but besides that there was nothing too incriminating about her.

Next was a former prison inmate that had shared a room with Clay. That had instantly made (Y/n) perk up with hope of a lead, but after a lengthy conversation with the- erm- charming man, the sleuth was confident in saying that he had not done it. After all, having a name like Sapnap was crime enough. No murder needed.

By the third interrogation, she had almost lost all hope. The strange man couldn't even remember being in the area at the time of murder. And what was with these abnormal names? Drista? Sapnap? Fucking hell, even Ranboo!

But after reading through the journal he had been holding tightly the entire time (with permission of course) nothing showed up. To be blunt, (Y/n) was just as pissed as when she had found out that her pudding cups had been stolen from the break room cupboards.

Sighing for the sixth time in the last half hour, (Y/n) made a vague gesture to the one way mirror resting on the wall opposite her.

"Send the last one in boys. I'm ready to go home."

Seconds later, the click of a lock could be heard. (Y/n) barely glanced up as another presence opened the room.

"Name?" She clicked the end of her pen and lowered it to a fresh piece of paper.

"Quackity Nevadas." A silky voice rang out. (Y/n) didn't look up once, even if the smooth tone of their voice made her want to.

"Age?"

"Twenty."

"Any past arrests?"

"Arnt you supposed to know that already sweetheart." The same voice replied back slyly.

Normally (Y/n) would have brushed off that comment, but she was currently running on two hours of sleep and no caffeine. That in itself was a ticking time bomb.

But it was the sweetheart part that really pissed her off.

(Y/n) looked up to smack some sense into him, but the words died in her throat as he looked at her suspect for the first time.

He certainly didn't look like a murderer, but that could just be wishful thinking.

Some raven locks poked messily out from underneath a navy blue beanie that sat atop his head. He had a gruesome looking scar that traveled down the left side of his face, but that did nothing to corrupt his looks. In fact, (Y/n) thought it enhanced them an unfair amount.

Heavy eyelashes framed his tan skin with a sort of elegant look. (Y/n)'s eyes traveled down to his muscular arms before quickly snapping back up to his face.

God, she hoped she didn't look as weak as she felt right now.

But with cool blue eyes and a taunting smirk staring right back at her, it took (Y/n) a couple of seconds to collect her thoughts.

"See something you like hermosa?" Quackity rested his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair calmly. The corners of his mouth were pulled up in what seemed to be a victorious grin.

(Y/n) felt her face flush with heat as she translated the spanish.

Way to go (Y/n). Just because you haven't been laid in months, doesn't mean you fall to the feet of any man that walks through your door.

"No. Now answer the question Mr. Nevadas." She responded. Her clear moment of hesitation however had given her away.

Quackity seemed to notice the strain in her tone. His blue eyes shone with a sort of cocky gleam.

"Nope. No prior arrests. I've seen plenty of 'em though." He flashed a toothy smile her way after stating his part. (Y/n) cooked a curious brow, trying to ignore the part of the brain that was bombarded with thoughts about his gold tooth.

Isn't it illegal to be this attractive? I mean, I would know, working with the law and all...

"How so?" She cleared her throat carefully.

"Comes with the territory of owning a casino on the west side I guess." Quackity shrugged. (Y/n)'s eyes widened a tiny fraction.

A casino huh? That means he would be rich enough to afford flashy jewelry…

She mentally filed away that information while writing down the fact that he owned a casino.

"Uh huh. Now, can you tell me what you were doing on fourth street fourteen days ago at approximately 12:48 pm?"

"Yeah. My place had run out of gummy worms, so I was passing the area on my way to a nearby gas station."

The answer was reasonable, but (Y/n) felt a shift in the room when he had answered.

The best way the girl could describe it was the feeling you get when standing on the edge of a cliff. That tingly sense that comes with the prospect of doing something dangerous.

Like when you’re being hunted.

"Do you have a receipt or anyone that can vouch for this statement Mr. Nevadas?"

"Sure don't. Got intercepted by the police before I could get my food. And please, just call me Quackity hermosa." He winked cheerily. For a scary moment, any further questions were wiped from her mind, but (Y/n) quickly recovered from her brief fumble.

What the hell is wrong with me?! I'm acting like I've never been hit on before!!

Fucking hormones

"That's all for today, Quackity. Thank you for coming in. Do know that you will be closely watched until we catch this killer. Other than that, you should be clear to leave." (Y/n) hastily snatched her papers up in an attempt to get out of the suffocating room.

Clearly, the questioning should have gone on further, but (Y/n) couldn't think straight. It showed too.

"Looking forward to it." Was his response. With one last flustered glance, (Y/n) disappeared from the room.

Silence enveloped the white room.

Only after Quacktiy was sure that no one was watching him through the glass mirror, he started to laugh.

It began as a small chuckle, but slowly progressed into an insane cackle.

Clearly his brain had a crack or two in it. What other explanation was there as to why he had been stalking (Y/n)?

And killing for her.

Quackity had been there since day one. Ever since (Y/n) had moved to the big city to fulfill her dreams of becoming a big time detective, Quackity had become hyper aware of the feisty cop.

He knew her favorite color, most frequent restaurant, the college she went to, all her friends, and much much more.

With a sick grin, Quackity reached into his pocket to bring out a familiar ring.

He looked at it with no remorse for what it represented, instead opting to revel in his accomplishment.

"Don't worry (Y/n)." He chuckled darkly, his muscles flexing as he clenched the missing ring in his fingers tighter.

"You'll be mine soon."

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I wrote this one-shot about Quackity for my book Cliche on Wattpad. If you enjoyed this, make sure to go look at the full book on my account. You can find me on Wattpad @WayToSarcastic

Hope you enjoyed :D

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vespertineneon · 3 years ago

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Yandere Alphabet

C!Quackity

A/N: I’m doing a yandere alphabet for c!quackity. I think I’m gonna name my story something like a “Negotiations!AU”. This is the Quackity from my previous story. I suggest you read that beforehand! Also, I wouldn’t define Quackity as a Yandere. This alphabet works best for him though! He and Y/N are just in a very very very fucked up power dynamic.

CW: Yandere Behaviors, death, humiliation, abuse, isolation, crying, yelling, swearing, threats, unhealthy power dynamics, unhealthy relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Quackity has a hell of a hard time showing his love, as he’s in denial that he loves you.

But he does show that he cares (albeit reluctantly)

The deal between Sam and Quackity hasn’t been fully developed yet, but I’m sure he’s saved you from multiple situations where you would have to go back to Pandora’s Vault instead of working for him in Las Nevadas

Otherwise he’ll bring you gifts. Small trinkets, snacks, etc. This is only later in the relationship when he’s come to terms with his feelings

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’d rather keep his hands clean. Even if something bothers him.

But god forbid he finds someone trying to help you escape.

You’re alone. Everyone hates you. He’s your only beacon of hope. Everything falls apart if you believe otherwise

He won’t kill them. A little torture to make sure they leave you alone. He might force them to stage a betrayal, turning your plans of escape in.

After he’s done with them, he’ll leave them be. But if they continue to be a bother, he’ll kill them without hesitation

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Absolutely.

After the shameful and humiliating trip to Las Nevadas, you won’t hear the end of it.

If you talk back he’ll call you ungrateful

If you’re silent?

“I was expecting SOME sort of response. What happened to all that energy you had back in Dreams cell?”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll grab your arm or a fist full of your hair to lead you someplace.

Other than that, not really

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Very very very very very little.

At least at the beginning.

Fuck. You gotta have been working for him for years and PROVEN your devoted loyalty for him to get lovey dovey.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He isn’t very patient.

He wouldn’t “wait out” any of your tantrums.

If you laid a single hand on him, don’t expect to leave that interaction unscathed.

He’ll throw you around. Grabbing a fistful of your hair before slamming you into a wall by your head.

He’ll also threaten sending you back to Pandora’s Vault.

He will do this until you’re on your knees begging for him to forgive you.

And god forbid you try anything once Quackity has opened up his heart to you.

He’ll beat you unconscious and you’ll wake up somewhere completely different.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is sorta a game to him. He loves playing cat and mouse with you. You’d never actually get away.

He’d let you settle down somewhere. Let you think that you’re safe. But he’s constantly watching you.

He has pawns everywhere, ready to turn you in at his command

He loves seeing you try to reach out for help only to be knocked unconscious and wake up back in Quackity’s office.

Just because he had fun, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably my most recent fic you should totally go read it hehehe

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

You being at his side 24/7

You’re loving, submissive, and completely under his control

And he wants you to actually love him. Not just fake it.

He wants you to be by his side while he works. An assistant, if you will.

He hopes that in the future he can get you off the hook when it comes to the threat of him having to return you to a cell.

And in the future, he might let you talk to other people again. Only under strict watch. He has to hear the conversation and be in the same room.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does get jealous sometimes.

Later in the “relationship” (you two ARENT dating, but just in this strange unspoken love power dynamic shitshow), when he allows you to speak to other people, he’ll only get jealous if either of you flirt with the other.

He’ll step in and break up the conversation.

But other than that, he’s okay with you having a controlled social outlet.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It entirely depends on his mood and how long you’ve been in Las Nevadas.

Overall he’ll be very distant. He’s very business oriented

You two might have some conversations when he’s off work, but until you’re at least 5 months into it, he’ll be cold and distant.

But after you two build up some bonding? He’ll come around. He’ll still be very focussed on work, but a lot less hostile.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He just kinda hopes you’ll catch on eventually.

If you don’t, he’ll sit you down and have a heart-to-heart.

This is the only time he’ll be this vulnerable with you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Want me to go alphabetically orrr..?

He has a plethora of things he’ll do. I’ll list em!

Isolate you in a dark room. Probably starving you for a while.

He’ll take you on a walk saying he’s returning you to the prison. He’ll smile and turn around once you’re begging for him not to leave you.

He’ll choke you unconscious

Throw you around

Cut you, beat you, etc.

He’s not above his old torture methods if you REALLY fucked up.

Other than that, he’ll yell at you, throw things, break things, and completely degrade you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Literally everything. Your life is under strict watch and control.

You have a fucking bedtime.

You aren’t allowed to talk to other people.

You can’t go outside without him.

“Don’t touch that.”

“Sit down.”

Basically sit still and look pretty or do what he asks of you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling loving them back?

He’s not patient at all after he opens up.

If you REJECT his confession then it’ll be a whole sob story.

Followed by yelling, swearing, degradation, etc.

Then he’ll apologize.

You’ll get whiplash from how Quickly he switches moods.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He could probably move on from your death. But he would decide to step away from any work with the prison.

Will definitely mourn your death. But he’ll get over it.

Unless you two are in your “honeymoon” shit. And you two are happy together. That’ll fucking wreck him and he will not get over it. It’ll change him. Force him into a whole different kind of corruption arc.

Bless your fucking soul if you manage to escape because he will throw a whole tantrum before hunting you down.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no. Not at all.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Quackity started to pity you after Dream sat and watched you get tortured.

He saw how your mood fell. Your mind practically broke after that. So he “took you in.”

And needless to say, it pulled you out of a dark place.

Though it surely put you in deep shit.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If it’s because of something that he inflicted physically then he won’t really care. He’ll ignore you or tell you to shut up.

But if you’re crying over something else? He’ll reluctant try to comfort you.

He’ll figure out what’s bothering you and try his best to help.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The situation.

You were already under his control before he fell for you.

Ad he reluctantly fell for you.

He actually hated himself for a while. He pushed his feelings down for a long time.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Just be good.

Build up his trust.

Once he starts letting you outside, you’re close.

Maybe smile at him, compliment him.

If you say you love him later in the relationship? He won’t show it, but he’ll be head over heels.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yeah no shit.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Quackity sees you as less than him.

He loves you. But you two are NOT equal in his eyes.

But in order to win you over, he’d allow a lot more freedoms. He’d give you gifts and try to actually talk to you. Get to know you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Idk how to answer this.

He snapped long before he got you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Nope. Never.

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