Detroit: Become Human Oneshots

Sight {Yandere!Connor x Reader}

**UPDATE: ........... should-should I honestly make a sequel of this. And if so who would read it???**

Summary: Things haven't been going well in the precinct. You were going under a lot of stress due to paperwork, the office flirting, and Gavin. Connor, however, was not going it take it very well. You start getting anonymous gifts and random acts of kindness from Connor. Once you realize who it is, you start questioning the android's motives.

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Connor noticed how you have been running on caffeine these past few weeks. He's seen how tired you've gotten off almost all behavior you've received from most of the males here at the precinct. He's tried his best to make you feel better, such as giving you chocolates and brightening your day with flowers.

"I hope you don't mind if I replace your flower pot Y/N." He says taking the pot.

"Oh...Thank you so much, Connor. At least someone knows how to treat a girl right." You give a small smile to the detective. You weren't really sure why Connor has been acting so kind towards you. But then again, you wouldn't decline over the amount of stress that's been throwing at you.

You just couldn't believe how much your coworkers act. A pat on your back that's too low, comments about your attire - it almost triggered an anxiety attack whenever you were next to someone. But not Connor. Oh, Connor was very supportive of you.

"Y/N, whenever you are in need of someone, please call me. I would be happy to help you when you're in trouble." He handed you a slip of his number, and you kept it close to your pocket, and to your nightstand.

That night, you did need to call him, as you were crying. You were just crying of all of the stress and hard work that's been tossed and forced onto you.

Shakily, you grabbed your phone and started dialing Connor's number.

"C-Connor..." You whimpered as the ringing stopped, thinking that he picked up.

"Y/N? Y/N what's wrong?" His voice was dripping with concern and worry as he heard your huffs and sniffles.

"You know how you said at the precinct that if I'm ever in need of help I can call you...?" Your voice questioned, hoping that he actually has the time to comfort you.

"I'll be right there." And with that, he immediately hung up. You started to wonder, 'How long will it take for him to get here? An hour...? Thirty minutes maybe...?'

*Knock* *knock* *knock*

You jolted. Is that Connor? But that would be impossible, is it really him or someone else?

"Y/N? It's me, Connor." Yep. That was him. Arising from your bed, you slowly walked to your front door, gently opening the door.

Connor was devastated to see you. Your E/C eyes were surrounded with red from crying. Your face shined because of the tears decorating your face. The sweats you had on covered your body like rags. Although he still saw you as beautiful, he still was angered by your idiotic coworkers for doing this to you.

He pulled you in for a tight hug, for he always knew that hugs could make a person feel better, especially you.

"May I come in?" He asked politely.

"Y-Yes of course..." You whispered, but loud enough for Connor to hear.

You moved out of the way to let him inside, and he entered. Your house looked neat and organized as usual, as well as little touches that personalized the house as yours. He turned to you into your eyes intensely.