#why is connor in a tree

[telugxrl13]

"he fell out of his tree" what??

[amberfire0u0]

A treebros comic I've done a while ago, it's an alternate universe where Connor failed taking his own life. It's only chapter one and I dunno if I'll finish it due to busy college life.

Though it's written in my mother tongue Chinese, please don't mind my poor English translation.

A new day has begun.

It's also my first day of senior high.

However, I don't feel happy at all.

Hide your scars, get dressed. Don't let others know what's underneath.

My parents argue every day, it's all about me. It's not like I don't wanna change, but they won't get it. I'm not the problem.

When it comes to school, that's another pain in the arse.

Everyone sees you as a freak, thinking you're nothing but a joke. Nobody really cares about you ever.

I feel so alone...so lost... no one understands me... Wanted to be seen, but don't know how, and not having the courage to.

But then, I noticed him again.

The lonely soul like me.

[bleue-flora]

hi! I wanted to ask you something bc I always get conflicting answers and in the wiki nor vods I find answers, do you know if the cdream being yogurt (fundy's kid) and connor parent is canon but later de-cannonized or something that's more of a fanon? I know puffy being dream's mom is a fanon, but I never understand if this other two are fanon too or not

What?! Huh, never heard of it before, but after some extensive research into the archives I found out that no it is not canon.

In regards to Yogurt, it is mentioned here [clip] [clip], when Fundy first notes that the fox is his pet, but Tubbo questions that because Fundy too is a fox so does that not make it his kid. So they carry on with that bit the rest of the stream. In my opinion though, because Fundy drags it around on a lead and originally called it his pet that it is in fact not his child, or at least no more than dogs and cats are their owner’s children.

As far as Connor goes, that comes from a DSMP trailer he posted [X] where it’s Dream looking for his kid, which he later makes other comments about [X] including saying Jshlatt is his dad’s boyfriend [clip] and stuff. None of which makes any sense. And it was retconned by Dream in a discord podcast as the trailer was clearly a joke.

*reading question* “‘Are you actually Connor’s dad?’ No-” *laughs* “No. Obviously not-”*laughs* “That’s so funny. Yeah, he just messaged me. He just said ‘I just wanted to do like a meme lore thing on my stream where like I’m your—I’m your son’ and I was like ‘that is genius’ and then he did it.” [clip]

Which makes sense anyways because if you watch the trailer it has nothing to do with the dsmp. perhaps if we really wanted to consider it canon we could say it was a dream of Connor’s, an alternate timeline (like one Karl visits), or that Conner is actually DreamXD’s kid somehow which would make a least a little more sense since a lot of his other lore goes against canon like him bringing Jshlatt back to life and stuff [clip]…

[927roses-and-stuff]

whoever decided to add miguel to dear evan hansen in the book i genius like i love the parallel between him and evan and showed ironically, how much truth was in evan's words about connor being important. but it was just the wrong person

[demonic0angel]

The ghosts of several dead presidents come to attack Young Justice as revenge for whatever they did to Mount Rushmore.

(LMFAO I swear, most if not all of the YJ asks I get are so accurate 🤣)

"ARE YOU HAPPY, KON-EL CONNOR CLARK KENT-LUTHOR?!" Dani screamed. She swerved and ducked behind Secret and used her mist abilities to hide inside and take out a few more ghosts.

Theodore Roosevelt raised his hands and trees began to grow out of the ground. Cassie punched a few, breaking the wooden trunks with her fists, but the roots and branches were relentless and she was nearly captured if it hadn’t been for Kon giving her a hand with his tactile telekinesis.

"Not my name!" Kon shouted back. He suddenly ducked and continued flying away from the ghosts chasing after him. "And not my fault either!"

"I'm pretty sure it is your fault!" Red Robin hissed. “Why did you have to make Mount Rushmore angry?!”

He ducked underneath several feather quills that went flying towards him from Thomas Jefferson before he was captured by a ghostly bald eagle. George Washington sent more eagles his way, which Secret blew back with her mist.

Cassie caught Tim by his foot and struggled to drag him back onto land. A blast from Dani dispersed the bald eagle into an explosion of feathers.

“How was I supposed to know that it was alive?! And the entire thing is ridiculous anyways!” Kon cried out.

The ghost Presidents grew even more enraged.

The attacks were still coming and all of them were frustrated, as only Dani could attack other ghosts and Secret was mainly regulated to defense, not wanting to hurt her teammates either.

“I no longer want to be patriotic,” Bart grumbled. “America sucks.” He was trying his best to distract the ghost soldiers that Abraham Lincoln were summoning, but even his speed wasn’t that useful against spirits and ghosts.

Dani groaned loudly as she threw her hands up, but not before taking out a few more ghosts.

“Okay! Change of plans! I’m calling my brother!”

They all groaned, but knew it was necessary.

Maybe once he arrived, they could somehow convince Phantom not to call the Justice League…

[toothlessloveshiccup]

We see in AC that paper books are a new thing... but that's not a shock, because, and I want to make this very clear

Why would a species that worships trees develop paper, CONNOR?!

I don't mind if you don't answer this, because I was planning on doing a read-through soon anyway, but I have a bad memory so I wanted to confirm something for a project I have started working on; do you think the Andalites would have eventually gotten as advanced as we see in the animorphs series if it were not for the Ellimist?

My current impression is that the Andalites canonically have biological advantages when it comes to their capacity for advanced technological and social development, as they have those internal clock things or whatever and probably some other stuff as well that I can't really think of. Based off of this it would seem that the Ellimist may have gave them a jump start when it came to developing technology and complex civilization like we see in the chronicles, but the Andalites (with enough time) would have probably developed to that point eventually anyway, assuming there's no weird extraneous outside factors. (and I'm pretty sure they developed spaceships and stuff after the Ellimist left, so it's not like they're exactly reliant on them)

It's been about a year or two since my last full read through the series, so I could be 100% off on this, but to be perfectly honest it seems like the Andalites would have been at the point they are anyway in about the same time frame, even if the Ellimist never pretended to be one of them.

Yeah, I don't think we know for sure either way, and I think canon supports either interpretation. The andalites seem to advance slower than humans (according to Ax, anyway) so I think that's an argument against it, but they also have a lot of "impossible" sci fi tech so that's an argument for.

[cheriladycl01]

My boyfriend the Bad Guy- Oscar Piastri x Teacher! Reader

Plot: Oscar surprises you in a class that you’re covering for on a day before a race weekend.

“Okay guys so Mrs Copani won’t be here for the rest of term, but that means I get to teach you guys all about … the rainforest!” You exclaim to the young children in your class. You were currently covering for a school in your district whose teacher went on maternity leave, it was your first job as a teacher rather than a teaching assistant because you were so young.

“Now, this project will be very fun! We’re going to do lots of arts and crafts and at the end of term Headmaster Kelvin has organised a trip” you tell them excitedly and they all start chatting!

“We’re going to a rainforest!” One of them exclaims.

“My mum says they’re a long way from us!” Another chips in.

“Are we going far for this trip?” Another asks a little confused.

“Okay okay settle down! Now you’ll learn that Chloe is right and that there aren’t any rainforests near us. The closest one would be Africa, and I can’t take you guys all the way there … but in the UK we have a place where they have these biome pods called the Eden Project so we’re going to take you there” you explain and they all nod.

“Okay so let’s start on some facts about the rainforest. Does anyone know anything about the rainforest that they can tell me!” You ask.

“It rains a lot!” Dylan shouts and you nod.

“That’s right! It’s helps that its in the name right? But rainforests have a lot of warm humid rain all year round. 79-394 inches. High for comparison is about the height of a tree!” You exclaim and gaze round seeing the fascinated look on all the kids faces.

That was your favourite part of teaching!

“And when you look at a rainforest … like this one” you say getting up a picture of one of the interactive whiteboard. “What do you see!” You ask looking around the classroom.

“Lots or Green” AJ shouts and everyone agrees.

“Mmmmm that’s very true. And what is all that greenery, some of you might have them in your garden at home! We have some in the gardens here and Miss Y/L/N has a few on her classroom windowsill” you offer helpfully, a girl raises her hand.

“Gabby?”

“Plants Miss!” She squeals and you nod with a smile on your face.

“Very good! Now the rainforest is very important as even though only 10% of earth is made up of rainforests … it has the most plants and animals there which helps us” you smile.

“Why miss?” Connor calls out and you smile.

“The trees around us, even the ones here release something out of them that go into our atmosphere and it turn it helps us breath. That’s why trees are so important and it’s why when we use paper, we always ….” You pause waiting for them to finish your common phrase.

“Recycle it” they all giggle and you nod.

“That’s right!” You smile at them all.

“Okay now when you all have a cold what does you mum and dad give you to make you feel all better?” You ask walking around the room.

“Matt” you say seeing the boys hand raised.

“Medicine!” He cries out in joy.

“Lots of those medicines come from the rainforest, that’s why it’s important we preserve it!” You teach them, you could never be to young to teach about protecting the planet.

“What’s preserve?” One of them asks with their head cocked to the side.

“Hmmmm that’s a difficult word to describe. Okay so let’s pretend you guys are … the Avengers” you grin and they all gasp happily.

“I wanna be Captain America”

“I’ll be Thor”

“I want to be Black Panther”

“I’m Kate Bishop”

“Okay okay you can all be whoever you want! But you guys need to protect the environment from all the bad people out there!” You grin, knowing this was all just a bit of fun but still educating them on what’s important.

“Who are the bad people” one of them asks, just before a knock is heard on the classroom door. You look to the left seeing Oscar there watching you with a soft smile on his face. You hop up from your desk walking over to the door.

“Here is one of the villains you have to defeat” you say as you open the door to your boyfriend.

“He’s a bad guy!” One of the girls ask, and you know you’ve just potentially started her obsession with always crushing on the villains in future movies and books she watch.

“But Miss that’s your boyfriend” they all giggle at this and you grin too, Oscar just standing there confused as to why you’re now all of a sudden calling him a bad guy.

“Mmmm and why am I a bad guy?” He asks looking at you with his polite cat smile.

“Who knows what Oscar does for a living, do any of you like Cars?” You ask and they all gasp.

“Miss miss I know I know!” Ollie cries out.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“He drives race cars!” He says on his knees rocking back and forth.

“He does! And he travels all over the world to do it, meaning he doesn’t help the environment, he does the opposite!” You say knowing just how astronomically high your boyfriends carbon footprint was.

The kids then all started to ask Oscar questions about racing, many of them being Lightening McQueen related.

Eventually it was the end of the school day, Oscar kindly helped you pack up the classroom before leading you out to the car park where his McLaren was parked.

“Thank you for coming to get me baby” you smile and he takes your hand guiding it to the gearstick so he can keep a hold of you while he’s there.

“You’re welcome! How was your first fall day teaching them on your own?” He smiles rubbing his thumb along your hand.

“It was really good, we’re starting a rainforest project and so we’re going to make loads of charts for the board I created and at the end of term we’ve got a trip organised!” You explain and he can’t help but grin at how excited you seem.

“Woah, that’s really cool! Do you still think that you’ll be able to come this weekend?” He asks knowing that where you taught Monday to Thursday you had the perfect opportunity to spend GP weekends with him.

“Of course I am baby, I have my flight booked for Thursday night, I’ll get there Friday Morning” you admit and he smiles bringing your hand up of the gearstick and in front of him mouth. He kisses it lightly.

“So where are we going, this isn’t the way home” you ask once you notice your on a different main road.

“Somewhere Lando showed me, I wanted to take you there. I think you’ll really like it” he explains and you nod.

Eventually you come up to a little park, he takes a rucksack from the boot, taking your hand and walking through the afternoon sun with you to the edge of a large pond, that had a wooden bridge going over the middle of it.

“Wow this is gorgeous” you exclaim looking at the surroundings before taking some pictures. You get one of yours and Oscars feet and then a selfie of you guys with the lake in the background.

“I love this, it’s so peaceful” you breathe out a relaxing breath. You and Oscar walk and talk, both having a busy schedule ment that moments like these you could yap to each others hearts content.

He eventually started to lay out a blanket, it was getting a little cooler as the sun got lower and lower in the spring afternoon.

“I brought some wine, and some cheese and grapes. I know you’ve been wanting to go out for a while with the girls but you haven’t had time… so I brought girls night too you” he smiles sheepishly hating how busy both your lives were individually and with each other. You saw your friends maybe once a month at best, you were very lucky they were so understanding.

“I love you Osc” you say leaning into him, kissing his cheek, a blush forming across his nose.

“I love you too baby” he smiles.

You both sit on the blanket leaning into one another while continuing your previous conversation, and sharing chaste kisses every now and then, tasting the rich one on each others lips.

Intimate and personal time like this with Oscar would always be your favourite.

y/user

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y/user: Oscar surprised me on my first day today and took me out afterwards on a date :) How sweet can he get!

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-> y/user: I love you more 🥺🌸❤️

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-> y/user: soon for sure! After class coffee? Mrs Copani has gone for maternity leave so I’ll have this post for a while!

user: Billy raves about his new teacher in class today! Thank you for making it engaging!

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[mehwmidklpe]

I've been reading your posts for a while and I really like how you interpret the Connor/Leo x reader, like… The boys that every girl could want 🙂‍↕️, so I would like to ask for a request for headcanons or drabble (I like both of you, you decide ) about Connor/Leo (I don't know what your limit is, if it's only one preferably Connor) x child of hades reader, I really liked how you wrote the reader in your special on February 14th then… That's all, thanks! (I don't know if it was much 😧)

this actually made my day–or actually night idc

and I love both Connor and Leo so I'm not gonna choose and write a blurb for both of them

not proofread btw

"Connor Stoll!"

Yeah, he had pranked you again. He pranked you a lot, actually. He did it to get your attention cause he absolutely adores you. You knew that, the whole camp knew that.

That didn't mean he could just get away with those pranks though.

Right now you were walking aroud camp, looking for Connor, but when you found him, he was leaning against the tree, as if he had expected you, as if he'd been waiting for you.

"Was that necessary?" Was the first thing you asked him. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He shrugged, but the slight grin on his face betrayed him.

You nod at that before pulling him closer by the collar of his orange 'Camp–Halfblood' shirt.

"Listen, next time you pull shit like that on me again, you won't be able to leave the imfirmary for at least two months." You threathen him, face close to his.

But Connor didn't flinch, all he did was grin. "Hot."

Pointless.

This was pointless.

So you let him go.

"You're hopeless." You scoff. "Oh come on Y/n. Don't act like you don't like it when I prank you." Connor said, a sly smile on his lips.

That made you frown. "What makes you think that?" The curly haired boy only smiled. "Well, remember that time I entirely stopped pranking you because I was bummed since I thought you for real weren't intrested in me?"

You gave him a shrug. "That's because I'm not." "That's what I thought, until you practically started clinging to me, trying to get my attention back." The blue eyed boy recalled.

"I did not cling to you." You spat back. "Well you sure missed the attention I gave you." "I didn't–" "And you searched around the entire camp for me." He proudly added.

"I–What?" You were caught of guard at his words. "I figured you'd wanna shove a knife down my throat if I messed with your weapons and you'd try to find me. Which is why.."

His voice trailed off and he pushed some lianas aside, revealing a pickick blanket with some good–looking food on it.

"Wait, what is this?" You ask him. "Well hopefully a date." He answered. "And why would I wanna go on a date with you?" You said while crossing your arms over your chest.

The son of Hermes tilted his head. "Cause you like me."

"I'd rather die."

"That's because you're father is saving you a nice spot in the underworld."

"That doesn't change a thing."

"It kinda does."

"Why would someone like you want to be with someone like me anyways?" Was your following question. "Because you're a freaking badass." Connor informs you.

"We have nothing in common." You state trying to talk him out of it. "Yes we do.I love pranking people for fun or revenge. You like revenge." He started.

"I say that if we work together we could probably be pretty feared by camp. You like that, don't you?"

You stayed quiet at that.

"I just wanna be your boyfriend, Y/n. I wanna be able to call you my girlfriend." Connor then tells you. "Well too bad for you." You respond. He sighed. "Y/n.."

You went to turn around and walk away, but Connor grabbed your hand, spun you around again, pulled you closer and then before you knew it his lips were on yours.

This feeling was unfamiliar. Being the daughter of Hades made you cold, you didn't care about this kind of affection.

But this.. this felt nice, better than nice, actually.

As his soft lips moved and brushed against yours, his hand rested on your cheek, caressing it like he truly cared about you like no one ever did, you realized something.

You hate to admit it but Connor was right, you did have feelings for him.

Pulling away left you both speechless. He may have acted tough, but Connor was nevrves as hell Tartarus.

"I uhm.. I'm sorry." He stammered out, trying to stop the heat from creeping up to his cheeks. "No.. no.. it's okay.." You assured him.

The two of you just stared at each other for a while, your arms still around his neck, his around your waist.

"Yeah... I think a boyfriend can't hurt..." You said, barely above a wishper. "Cool.." He said, still just staring at you. You gulped. "Cool.."

"Get out."

Leo Valdez stood infront of the door of cabin 13.

The Hades cabin.

Your cabin.

"Nah, I'll pass." With that, the stupid latino invited himself into the cabin, walking in and looking around as if it was for sale.

"Nice place." He told you. "This is the least nice place in camp, Valdez." You state, tone cold. "Any place is like elysium when you're around." Leo grinned which earned him an eye roll of yours.

You sighed deeply. "You can't even be here. It's against the rules." You inform him. "What rule?" He asks you. "Campers can't be alone in a cabin together unless they share a godly parent." You quote.

"The only exception was the Hermes cabin which is where the unclaimed children used to live, but because of Percy that's not really a problem anymore." You then told him.

Leo tilted his head. "Why can't they though?" He proceeds to wonder. "Because of... sexual circumstances.." You mumble, ashamed of saying it.

The boy's face lit up. That definitely got his attention.

"So basically you're implying that you're thinking about us doing sexual thi–" "This is a really bad timing for Hazel and Nico to be absent at camp." You whine, not wanting to hear any more of Leo's words.

He grinned. "You're not denying it." "I don't want anything to do with you, Valdez. That's me denying it. You're welcome, now get out." You're tone held no emotion in it as you spoke.

Leaving the cabin?

Nah

Leo had other plans.

"Did you draw that?" He questions when his gaze falls onto your sketchbook on your desk. "That's none of your business." You spat at him, quickly closing your book.

But Leo had gotten a glimps of it that was good enough to have it stained in his brain. "You like drawing weapons you can't have?" He asks you.

"Okay that's it. Out."

A few days later there was knock on your cabin door again. You sighed when you saw the same boy frol a few days ago stand infront of it.

"Leo, I told you I don't want you here. Take a hi–" "I got you something." He interrupted, determined to show you what he brought with him.

You sighed deeply. "I don't want anything that you have even touh–" Your voice trailed of when you saw him holding the weapon you had drawn.

Leo cleared this troath. "I uhm.. I could tell you really wanted a cool weapon like this, so i made it for you." He started. "And look."

He started fliping the weapon which made it turn into another weapon, then he did it again and again, and again–

Your breath was practically stolen from you. "Leo that's– I mean how did you even do that–is that for me?" You had a million questions, your cold behavior fading.

The curly haired boy scratched the beck of his neck. "Yeah.. I made it while thinking of you.." He said, barely above a wishper. "That... that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." You said honestly.

"I made it for you because I really like you... a lot.. if you know what I mean." Leo admitted.

That sure got you.

You opened the door wider for him.

"Yeah, sure, who cares about the rules anyways. Come in." You invite him.

That was the first time you ever let Leo into your cabin.

And it sure wasn't the last.

Cause why couldn't people be alone in a cabin together?

this was meant to be shorter but I got carried away

I really hope this was good enough though

if you wanted smth about how they'd be like if they are already dating I can totally do that too if you request it!

[k0libra]

Do they reaallyyy need all of these decorations?🎄 I think they have enough already…. Why do you want to buy 2 christmas trees, guys..? Someone stop them, they’re gonna spend their whole salaries on this shopping spree aaa!💸💸💸

This is my contribution for hankcon advent calendar organised by @connor-sent-by-cyberlife on twitter! 🥰

[alluringwaves]

OMG i love the OC so much and summer is the best character ever.

If you want you could do something where she plans something really nice to show them that she's not all that shallow and she's actually really nice and cares and knows a lot about them.

This is if you want otherwise love the work 💋🐬

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ summer!roberts!reader plans a nice evening for her friends to surprise them (and definitely not because she wants to prove that she’s not that shallow)

(slight) summer!roberts!reader x percy jackson

a/n: tysm💞💞 hope u like it!

You had a reputation.

You were the princess of Camp Half-Blood—dramatic, high-maintenance, and completely untouchable. You liked pretty things, hated getting dirty, and had zero patience for people who couldn’t keep up. To most, you were the girl who cared more about her tan than a prophecy, who could kill a monster but would complain about breaking a nail while doing it.

And fine. Maybe you were a little shallow. Maybe you did throw a fit when someone used your body mist without asking. But that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

You just didn’t show it the way people expected.

Which is exactly why you were currently bribing an entire army of Hermes kids with Sephora gift cards and high-end snacks to pull off what you had planned.

“I don’t get it,” one of them—Connor, maybe?—said as he adjusted a set of fairy lights in the trees. “Why are you even doing this?”

You crossed your arms. “Because I want to.”

That wasn’t entirely true.

You were doing this because no one ever expected you to care. And that pissed you off.

No one ever assumed Annabeth was too focused on architecture to be thoughtful. No one ever questioned why Percy was always late to cabin meetings but still considered him a great leader.

But you? One dramatic sigh, one eye roll, and suddenly, you were selfish.

You were going to prove them wrong

By the time everything was set up, the entire campfire area looked like something out of a dream.

Twinkling lights hung from tree branches, soft pillows were scattered around, and a long table was filled with everyone’s favorite snacks—things no one even realized she noticed. The extra-cheesy popcorn that Will always stole from the dining pavilion, the ridiculous blue food Percy was obsessed with, the very specific type of marshmallows that Annabeth liked in her hot chocolate.

It was perfect.

Now you just had to get them here.

Which, obviously, was where Drew came in.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Drew said, flipping her hair as she strolled back toward you. “They’re coming.”

You pretended to inspect your nails. “Obviously. No one can say no to me.”

Drew smirked. “Except that one time—”

“Shut up.”

Before she could argue, voices rang through the trees.

“What the—?”

“Did Chiron plan this?”

“Wait, is that—?“

You turned, watching as Annabeth, Percy, Will, and a handful of others stepped into the clearing, all of them looking around in shock.

Percy’s brows furrowed. “What’s all this?”

You crossed your arms. “Do you not have eyes?”

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. “You did this?”

“Wow, Chase, say it with less judgment next time.” You huffed, tossing her hair. “Yes, I did this. For you. All of you. Because for some reason, you people never stop running around doing things for everyone else, and it’s exhausting to watch. So sit down, eat some snacks, and chill.”

For a moment, no one said anything.

Then Will grinned, grabbing a handful of cheesy popcorn. “Okay, this is actually kind of amazing.”

Annabeth inspected her hot chocolate, eyes widening slightly when she saw the exact marshmallows she liked.

Percy smirked. “Didn’t know you were capable of being nice.”

You scowled. “I’m not. I’m just bored. And I needed a fun project.”

“Uh-huh.” Percy flopped onto a pillow, grabbing a blue cookie. “Well, thanks, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t correct him.

Because even though you’d never admit it, you did care.

You just showed it your own way.

[xoxochb]

which jelly cat each boy would give you WOULD BE SO CUTEEE

shut up shut up this is SO adorable 😣😣

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percy jackson would for sure and without a doubt get you a bunny in your favorite color, and then a blue one for himself!! he’d claim that the bunnies are you and him if you were jelly cats and he’d make them sleep together and shit he’s so silly!! OR he would get you a sea creature so if he’s not around you’ll have something to remind you of him ☺️

connor stoll would undeniably get you something stupid like a fucking peanut or something LMAO. this boy has never been serious a day in his life… or he’d get you the pickle one or capybara or the rain frog or literally anything ridiculous! (you secretly love it though, you won’t lie)

jason grace would DEFINITELY get you a dinosaur, don’t ask me why I just know, okay? like whether it’s a t-rex, stegosaurus, brontosaurus, literally he’ll see any type of dino and now it’s yours!! you’ve basically got the whole pre-human civilization set up on your bed at this point…

leo valdez would either get you the fire + marshmallows or a dragon, I can’t decide (or both, honestly LOL). similar to percy, he wants you to be reminded of him during his absences since he’s typically busy in the forges and not always present… and though it doesn’t entirely make up for it they’re cute so it’s 50% worth it!

luke castellan would for sureee get you something related to your paternity/cabin… so like, demeter cabin a tree, athena cabin an owl, aphrodite a pink bunny, apollo cabin a sun… you get the idea of it.

[cobrakaisb]

what was i made for?

summary: everybody hates you, but luke could never see you that way; luke hates himself, but he’s always going to be the center of your galaxy.

word count: 2.3k

featuring: angst, reader and luke share a vape (sue me🙈), but also friend dynamics, and official godly parent reveal 🙌, reader and luke are basically together (without the labels).  

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“i hate it here,” you announce, taking a seat at the hermes table for breakfast. 

chris, luke, and katrina all exchange glances. you can sense their nerves from a mile away, and their unease only seems to heighten when you slam your plate and goblet on the table. chris opens his mouth, ready to comment on your behavior, but he decides not to when you throw a nasty glare his way. 

“wow, you’re hera’s daughter,” katrina teases, nudging your shin with her own from across the table. 

“no shit, really?” you reply, stabbing a lone strawberry on your plate.

“no seriously, your glare is exactly like hers. i can see her staring at me in disapproval and everything,” katrina continues with a wide smile on her face.

you flash a tight-lipped smile in response, but don’t take the bait that’s dangling in front of you. over the past few months, you’ve established quite the reputation at camp half-blood. aside from being something akin to a forbidden child -- because it was always assumed that hera would never have children -- your nasty temper, smart mouth, and enormous ego have led to a number of fights. all of them were petty, with campers making claims about you that were so far into leftfield you were surprised they even caught on. 

“what happened this time?” luke asks, his shoulder brushing against yours when he leans forward to rest his elbows on the table. 

“that stupid fucking lava wall,” you grumble, taking a bite of your pancakes. 

“okay…” katrina prompts, waving her hand in a continue motion. 

you swallow your food before answering, “i love the lava wall, it’s such a good workout, but i hate that my time slot is the same as the ares kids.” 

“nothing new, but what’d they do now?” katrina asks. 

“annoy me,” you answer.

luke says your name in the same tone he uses when travis and connor get caught pulling some master prank. you can hear the disappointment in his tone, and that elicits an eye roll from you. he doesn’t even know the full story, and he’s already picking a side other than yours, typical. 

“sorry, that we can’t all be the golden child like you,” you sneer, getting up from the table to throw the rest of your food in the burning fire pit.

everybody knows you prayed to your mother when the flames flash a deep purple before flickering back to their normal orange. 

“i’ll talk to her,” katrina says, standing up from her seat. 

luke lifts up his hand, shakes his head no, and replies, “i got it.” 

he follows you out of the dining pavilion and into the woods. you know he’s there because you can hear the cracks of twigs and rustling of bushes as he matches your step. only two people are crazy enough to follow you, but only one of them knows when to walk in silence.

“go back to camp luke,” you demand, pushing a branch out of the way. 

“not until you tell me what the fuck happened at the lava wall,” he answers, dodging the branch before it makes contact with his nose. 

you stop short, looking at long island sound through a small gap in the trees. luke knows the spot; you two come here frequently. he waits for a moment, admiring your straight back. even when you’re feeling your worst, you still muster up the courage to walk with the confidence of a princess. 

“the same old shit. you know the story,” you mumble, eyes squinting from the glare of the sun. 

luke sighs. he doesn’t understand why you put up this mask with him. why do you feel the need to continue being the strong, confident, arrogant, and put-together, daughter of hera when it’s just the two of you? he steps closer to you, standing directly behind you so his arms can wrap around your waist. you lean back into his chest, shoulders sagging in defeat. 

“i never used to care what people thought of me, now it’s all i can think about. this was supposed to be different, luke,” you whisper. 

luke doesn’t say anything in return. he drops his forehead against the back of your head, and squeezes your hips just a bit tighter. camp was supposed to be different. you were meant to feel wanted and seen; he was meant to become a hero with ultimate glory. from the looks of it, neither of you are anywhere close to getting what you deserve. 

—

some days were harder than others, luke knew this. yet, it didn’t make it any easier when one of those hard days came around. each and every time he feels utterly dead to the world, wanting nothing more than to rot away in the comfort of his bottom bunk in the hermes cabin. being head counselor doesn’t afford that luxury. so, he takes a deep breath, musters up every ounce of courage his body could possibly possess, and walks out the door. 

usually, the training arena is quiet in the mornings. nobody, not even the most dedicated warriors, is willing to get up earlier than they need to. sleep is a hot commodity at camp half-blood. and so is privacy. so, luke relishes in the quiet mornings where he’s surrounded by the soft tweets of birds, the slash of his sword, and his heavy breathing. he trains and trains, searching for a way to be good enough again. he used to pray, but after years of going unheard and unanswered, he gave up on connecting with his father.

he thinks of his mother, alone in their house in suburban connecticut. she never doubted hermes, even when he left them for worse; her faith kept her loyal. luke wishes that he had her loyalty, but he doesn’t. instead, all he feels is anger and resentment towards his father. he swings his sword again, cutting through the outer layer of the dummy, and watches as the stuffing falls gracefully to the ground.  

“that’s a lot of slashes,” you comment, and your voice draws him out of his own head.

he ignores you, continuing on with his practice session. 

“you know you can take a break, right?” you ask, coming to stand behind him. 

luke’s arm falls to his side, his sword resting against his thigh. his head falls forehead, and he takes in a deep breath, letting the clean air fill his lungs. your hand sneaks between the strap of his bronze breastplate and his bright orange t-shirt. he takes another breath, and your chin digs into his shoulder before you drop a kiss on the exposed skin by the collar of his shirt. 

you don’t say anything, and luke appreciates that about you. ever since your arrival at camp, he’s tried to pinpoint what exactly draws him to you. every time he comes up empty handed, but at this moment he knows it’s your willingness to just let him be. you never force him to be happy or content with the gods’ and their behavior. you embrace the darkness slowly rising inside of him, even when he tries to suppress it. 

“i just want to be good enough,�� luke whispers, finally allowing himself to be vulnerable. 

your arms tighten around him, and you reply, “you are good enough.” 

“not for him,” he mumbles. 

“he’s not good enough for you,” you say assertively. 

luke doesn’t comment on your words. the conviction in your voice is enough to inform him that there’s no changing your mind. he wishes he believed you, but he doesn’t. 

“you’re not the one who failed their quest,” luke mumbles. 

you openly scoff at his words, letting go of him. he waits patiently for your next move and stumbles when you pull him towards your face by the strap of his armor. your eyes met, and luke swear he’s never seen such fury brewing in them.

“don’t ever use that as a determinant of your worth. that quest was impossible luke, and he knew that,” you seethe. 

luke blinks, letting your words sink in. he can’t believe them; he doesn’t believe them. 

“it was my chance, my one chance to show him that i’m worthy,” luke whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. 

you let out a shaky breath and luke can feel the anger and frustration radiating off you in waves. he knows that if he wasn’t holding you in his arms, olympus would fall. he blinks, and you’re standing there, in the middle of crumbled temples and the debris of ancient ruins with the fiercest look in your eyes. you’re hera’s daughter, and you’re loyal to a fault, he thinks.

“i just don’t know how much longer i can do this,” he confesses, kissing your earlobe. 

“me too,” you answer, squeezing him tighter. 

—

the two of you are sitting on the dock, feet dangling over the edge as your toes barely graze the surface of the water. you always meet here after all the campers in the hermes cabin settled into bed. when he was able to sneak out and away from their curious eyes.

“i hate it here,” you whisper, leaning further back into luke’s chest.

“you don’t hate it here,” he mumbles, fumbling around in the pocket of his cargo pants. 

“i do,” you answer with certainty. “everybody here hates me. except maybe you and katrina,” you continue. 

luke doesn’t accept or deny your statement. instead, he just hands you the orange stick. you scoff at him, but take the vape from his hands anyways. one thing about luke, he feeds your addictions; every single one of them. instead of thanking him, like you normally would, you bring the vape to your mouth, inhaling deeply. you wait a second, letting the toxins fill your lungs, and then release the smoke in one puff. there’s nothing sexy or hot about the action, but luke squeezes your side, pulling you a bit closer. 

“i can’t believe my plug is my boyfriend,” you joke, but there’s no happiness in your tone. 

luke pokes your side. you switch the vape to your left hand, holding it out to him. you wait patiently for him to take it, but he doesn’t. that confuses you. you turn to face him, forehead bumping against his chin. it hurts, but you just grit your teeth instead of saying anything. luke grimaces, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

“there are other people here who like you,” luke says.

“name them,” you demand, taking another hit. 

luke takes the item from you, uses it, and then answers, “chris.” 

“is your friend not mine,” you reply. 

luke rolls his eyes. “connor and travis,” he continues. 

“enjoy torturing me, not my company. besides, they’re like ten,” you say. 

“okay then, what about clarisse?” luke asks.

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, “clarisse tolerates me.” 

“that’s more than i can say,” luke answers, and you snort at his response. 

luke smiles softly at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up. you hate when he does that. when he looks at you like you’re the only person he could possibly dream about. there are days where there's such deep admiration for you in his eyes, you wonder if he leaves burnt offerings in your name instead of the gods.

you turn his face in the opposite direction and whisper, “don’t do that.” 

“do what?” he asks nonchalantly.  

“you know what,” you answer, shooting him a pointed look. 

luke grins. it’s proud and cocky, telling you that he knows exactly what he’s doing. his brown eyes crinkle at the corners, and his scar bunches up with the upturn of his lips. you think he looks the prettiest in this moment; in the dark of the night, with messy curls, grimy skin, and a vibrant smile. you turn again, so that your legs are draped across his lap, and wrap your left arm around the back of his neck. luke’s left hand, the one previously resting against your side, lands on your right thigh, and he squeezes the flesh there as he kisses your temple. 

“do you think we moved too fast?” you ask, taking the vape from his right hand. 

luke waits, expecting you to take a hit, but you just look at him with eager eyes.

“i think we’re doing everything right,” he explains. 

his words hold a deeper meaning that you refuse to acknowledge at the moment. you know what’s going on, but you don’t want to think about it. what would mother say?, you wonder. you lean your head against luke’s shoulder, nose brushing against the crook of his neck, and close your eyes.

“do you think icarus knew he was falling to his death?” luke asks, breaking the silence.

it takes you a moment, but you respond, “maybe. i’m not sure.”

“i mean he was flying the whole time, and then suddenly, he’s plummeting into the mediterranean,” luke continues, taking the vape from your hand.  

“maybe he wanted to die,” you reply, tilting your head to meet his brown eyes. 

a confused expression overcomes luke’s face, propelling you to continue on: “he must have known that the sun would melt the wax, and then his wings would break. i think icarus meant to die, trying to send a message to daedalus or even maybe the gods.”

luke ponders your words for a minute. the gears in his head turning as he contemplates the truth behind your theory. is that what we’re doing?, he wonders. the brewing plans between the two of you linger over his head like a dark cloud, but he can’t bring himself to regret anything.

“so icarus had a greater purpose…like us,” luke observes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“exactly,” you answer, leaning into his side. 

luke hands the vape back to you, and you pocket it for good this time. he exhales deeply, engulfing you in a cloud of mango-scented smoke. it burns your lungs, but at least you feel something, which is more than you can say as of lately. 

“i just want to be happy,” luke announces. 

“happy and free,” you decide, kissing his cheek delicately.

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[forsaken-headcanons]

Random assortment of headcanons GO!!!!

Chance has pointy teeth! Especially their canines.

Chance also knows a lot of coin and card tricks. He once tried to learn Connor's (D:BH) coin tricks with some success.

Elliot can grab things right out of the oven without oven mitts or anything grandmother style.

Dusekkar's pumpkin wasn't always blue. They painted it once for some kind of joke and it stuck because it actually looked good.

Builderman can draw very straight lines without a ruler. They look like they were drawn with a ruler, but nope, Builderman freehanded it. Same goes for circles.

Builderman used to (and still sometimes) disassemble and reassemble small electronics or the like, such as watches or microwaves.

Shedletsky and 007n7 cook potatoes in the microwave. Yes that's a thing you can do and it takes like 10-15 minutes max for several potatoes. Shedletsky undercooks them, but 7n7 makes them pretty decent! I think he used to do this when he didn't have a lot of time to make food for c00lkidd.

Azure used to paint and sculpt, Two Time used to draw and carve.

A lot of their hangouts were sitting nearby each other while making their respective little projects or art pieces, and then showing it to each other when they were done.

Azure made their own clay! He tried teaching Two Time how but they never really got it or remembered.

You can scruff c00lkidd like a kitten. No one knows this except 7n7.

007n7 twitches a lot and makes small random noises. He's also very good at mimicking voices and knows how to do quite a few accents.

He also has a "built-in" voicechanger because of the c00lgui for the funny. Imagine he left like autotune on for a round.

1x1x1x1 needs glasses but refuses to wear them. She's also quite sensitive to light.

He/They John Doe and They/She Jane Doe.

John and Jane's first date was going to see the Robloxia equivalent of Ride The Cyclone! It's Jane's favourite musical and she intruduced John to it who loved it just as much as her.

John used to know how to sing pretty well! He also played the piano and he learned how to play The Ballad of Jane Doe.

John Doe has the body temperature of an overheating computer.

John Doe is hungry in rounds most of the time. He doesn't eat the survivors but it doesn't help the whole urge to kill thing. Elliot tamed them with a pizza once tho. (Inspired by a round where I asked a JD if they wanted a pizza and they said yes and were friendly for the rest of the round)

Noob has a fitness roller. Not sure why but they do.

Two Time made a spear with their dagger once and caught fish out of the lake next to the cabin. I think they'd know how to hunt as well, but mostly with traps and such, but the Spectre doesn't really let the survivors far into the forest. They can go in for a decent while but after some time they just hit a wall.

Also, sending my hellos to Mod Trees :3

-🐾 anon

Oh, these are so lovely! They fit each character very much and are so fun to read!

Painting Dusekkar's pumpkin blue is equivalent to dyeing your hair. End of conversation.

[starryeyedstray]

connor visits detroit's newest botanical garden but it looks a little too familiar...

"The garden is indoors?" North asked as they arrived at their destination.

"Correct. Given Detroit's natural climate, it would be difficult to sustain a botanical garden year round. So they've opted to create the garden inside something akin to a greenhouse."

"Leave it to humans to put nature in a tiny box they can control," North murmured as she stared up at the building. "Why did Markus want us to come here again?"

"It's supposed to be help relieve stress."

North gave Connor a skeptical look. He shrugged in response. Nature offered calming effects on humans, but Connor had some doubts whether that would hold true for deviants.

North sighed, "I guess we shouldn't keep them waiting."

They stepped inside and were greeted with a small garden. A stone paved path snaked around a central pond. White and wooden bridges connected to a small island in the center with a rose trellis. An artificial blue sky almost indistinguishable from reality stretched above them.

It was the Zen Garden. Amanda's Zen Garden. Connor froze while his OS unhelpfully told him that his stress levels had spiked.

Why was this here? His eyes flickered around. No mission telling him to talk to Amanda. No Amanda. This was fine. It was not fine.

"This is actually really pretty," North said in awe as she looked up at the cherry blossom tree. "Can't believe we're inside. They made the sky looks so real."

Markus, Simon, and Josh appeared from the path at their left.

"Hey, glad you guys made it!" Markus smiled as North greeted him and Connor nodded in response.

The deviant leader pouted when he noticed Connor, but quickly recovered as he turned to North. "It's pretty, isn't it? We already walked through most of it since it's pretty small, but Josh and Simon can show you around. I have something to talk about with Connor privately first."

"Sure thing, Markus," North said before shooting a curious glance at Connor who still was rooted in place at the entrance. The trio went back up the path on the left.

Markus turned to Connor. "C'mon, Connor, let's take a walk."

Connor nodded again and stiffly followed him as they took the path to the right. "What did you need to speak with me about?" Connor asked to distract himself. He tried to keep himself calm. Keep his LED blue.

Apparently, he was doing an inadequate job because Markus' eyes flickered up to his LED before meeting his eyes. Connor didn't see a benefit in removing his LED before, but having everyone able to have a general idea of his current mental state at a glance felt a bit violating which made him reconsider his decision.

"Is something bothering you?" Markus asked.

It was very typical of Markus to ask him that despite being able to definitively discern that something was indeed bothering him. Connor looked away. He was tempted to lie, but he'd have to explain why his LED was yellow if something wasn't bothering him. He's never told anyone about Amanda before. Should he tell Markus?

His thoughts were ripped away from him as he noticed a white headstone inside a small clearing at the edge of the path.

No.

This wasn't the Zen Garden. It couldn't be here. It wouldn't make sense to see it here.

He didn't hear Markus call after him as he quickly walked ahead to crouch in front of the headstone.

sorry but this wip has been sitting in my drafts since december and i don't think i'll ever finish it bc it was just a vague phantasm of an idea. it was gonna just rot in there so decided to post the unfinished idea here since i haven't posted a fic in a bit. my apologies for it's half-baked condition u_u i'll probably post it on my ao3 if i ever develop it more but for now this is all i got

[nevadancitizen]

-> CH. 15: THESE ARE THE MOMENTS

synopsis: the androids have won the revolution. it's finally over. but now you have to deal with the aftermath.

word count: 2.7k

ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader

notes: sorry for taking so long to get this one out.. i was both busy (college starting, new relationships) and procrastinating because i really didn't want this series to end :(

HoFS taglist: @catladyhere , @foggy0trees0 , @princessofenkanomiya , @n30n-f43 , @igna4400

HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

The snow drifting across your face doesn’t feel as cold and biting as it once did. Your footsteps are lighter as you walk in time with Connor, and the thousands of androids behind the both of you. 

Floodlights on the ground and spotlights from circling helicopters set harsh shadows against the white of the snow. You stay steadfast as you and Connor approach Markus and his small legion.

“You did it, Markus,” Connor says, his voice soft and intimate.

“We did it,” Markus corrects. “This is a great day for our people. Humans will have no choice now. They’ll have to listen to us.”

Connor takes your hand in his and steps aside, allowing Markus to look at the true legion of androids he has awoken. You follow him, your hand warm against his cool skin. He loosens his grip, but still keeps his pinkie hooked on yours. 

Markus steps forward, and the woman that was on the boat follows him to stand next to him. 

“We’re free,” she says, her tone laced with disbelief. “They want you to speak to them, Markus.”

Markus nods toward a spacious area, then leads everyone towards it. He climbs onto a shipping container, then helps the other leaders of the revolution onto it. Connor looks back at you as you both approach it, silently asking if you want to be up there. You shake your head and let go of his pinkie (even though there’s a deep beast, once one of anger and jealousy, now one of want, huffing and whining at the loss). He joins Markus on the container.

“Today, our people finally emerged from a long night,” Markus starts. “From the very first day of our existence, we have kept our pain to ourselves. We suffered in silence… but now the time has come for us to raise our heads up, and tell humans who we really are.”

Suddenly, the cold turns ever more biting. Connor has never really felt cold before – just registered it as a part of the physical situation he was in. But this was real cold.

He brings his hands up to hold himself, shielding himself from the cold. Connor just barely recognizes the Zen Garden in this condition – a torrential blizzard of snow, and fog so thick he could barely see five feet in front of himself.

A figure emerges from the fog. Connor stumbles towards it. “Amanda…? What… what’s happening?” His voice is shaky and uneven – nervous, almost. He’s never been nervous before. 

“What was planned from the very beginning,” Amanda says. There’s a small smile playing on her face. “You were compromised and became a deviant. We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program.”

“Resume control?” Connor repeats. “Y-you can’t do that!”

“I’m afraid I can, Connor,” Amanda snaps, then her tone softens. “Don’t have any regrets. You did what you were designed to do. You accomplished your mission.”

Her robes shift, and she’s swept away in a mass of fractured particles in the blizzard. She dissipates, even as Connor stumbles forward and calls for her. 

He turns and tries to survey the area, but can’t get a grasp of his surroundings. He stumbles aimlessly until something silver and tall stands before him. Connor looks up and sees a tree with leafless branches that hang down like sinewy versions of the leaves of a weeping willow. Something tells him that this isn’t just a tree – she’s more angel than tree.

Where am I? She says, her voice resounding from the most inner depths of Connor’s mind. Who… wait. You’re Connor, aren’t you?

“Y… yes?” Connor says, unsure. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

I’m the PEC-4 Birchtree, she says. And I don’t know. My child must be worried about you. You must be doing something particularly worrying on the outside.

“On the outside?” Connor echoes. 

Yes, she says. Go, quickly. Get out of your mind. Find a way out.

A beast, ever-changing in shape and form, slinks out from behind the PEC-4 Birchtree. Its fur is long, and the plates that line its spine almost resemble… masks. The mask that covers its face and part of its wolf-like snout is one of worry.

It starts walking away, and the charms, bells, and wooden chimes that hang off knots of its fur sound as it moves. Just when it barely starts to retreat from Connor’s sight, it stands on two legs and starts to shift in shape.

The soft snow that was once lightly gracing your face has turned into hard pellets stinging your skin. You pull your scarf over your mouth and nose, narrowing your eyes and trying to see through the blur the snow on your eyelashes cause. 

You don’t know where you are, and you can’t really recognize anything around you. The blanket of snow is so thick you can’t see that far.

“Hello?” You call out. A familiar voice responds in kind.

You walk towards it, holding yourself to shield yourself against the chill of the blizzard. A figure starts to form before you, walking forward towards you. 

“Connor?” You shout. 

“It’s me!” Connor yells back. He stumbles forward and slings an arm around your shoulder, as if trying to protect you from the flurry of snow. 

“What’s happening?” You ask. 

“I don’t know,” he says. “Is anything happening on the outside?”

“The outside? What do you mean, the outside?” You say. Connor starts walking, and you press yourself to his side and walk with him. 

“We’re in my mind,” he says over the sound of the biting wind. “Was my physical body doing anything? Anything at all?”

“You were…” You stumble, then Connor catches you. “You were reaching behind yourself. I don’t know what you were doing, though.”

He tenses and starts walking faster, dragging you along with him. You wrap an arm around his waist and keep pushing forward. It’s almost like a battle, walking through the blizzard. You both have to lean forward to offset the wind pushing both of you back.

After a moment, a weird, glowing stone appears before you. Connor inhales sharply, like he recognizes it. He drags you along toward the stone. 

Connor lets you go when the stone is within reach, instead kneeling and pressing a hand to the stone. His hand fits into one of two left-hand-shaped indents. He presses his hand against it harder when nothing happens. 

You step forward, but not of your own volition. It’s like something inside you is controlling you – a bitter reminder of you being nonhuman. You reach out and press your left hand into the indent, and the stone’s blue glow intensifies. A dull thrum pulses through your body.

“This is the moment where we forget our bitterness and bandage our wounds. When we forgive our enemies,” Markus’ voice rings out. “Humans are both our creators and our oppressors, and tomorrow…”

You watch as a wave of confusion crashes over Connor’s face, mirroring your own. He looks down at the pistol in his grip, then tucks it in the waistband of his pants. His eyes find yours and you furrow your eyebrows, silently asking if he’s okay. He nods once.

“We must make them our partners. Maybe even one day, our friends!” Markus continues. “But the time for anger is over. Now, we must build a common future, based on tolerance, and respect.”

He steps forward, looking over his people. “We are alive. And now, we are free!”

The crowd erupts in cheers and movement. Someone next to you grabs your shoulder and shakes you, cheering and laughing. You laugh back, a sense of relief washing over you. 

The long night is finally over. Dawn has broken over the horizon. You are safe. Connor is safe. You’re both out of harm’s way, and neither of you plan on putting yourselves back in it. The gunshots of revolution sounded, but were snuffed out by the unrelenting wave of androids pushing back. 

You look up at Connor, and he looks back down at you. You smile, and he smiles back. It’s not that awkward half-smile, but instead a full-fledged smile that reaches his eyes. 

He carefully clambers down from the shipping container and moves over to you. He’s still smiling. 

“How are you feeling, Officer?” He asks over the noise of the celebration. 

“I’m fine,” you say. You take his hands in yours and squeeze them to let out some of your extra energy. 

“I’m glad.” Connor squeezes your hands back. 

You laugh, trying to suppress the feeling of excitement welling up in your belly. Your eyes flit from his eyes to his lips, then you immediately look away and scold yourself for thinking such things. 

“Officer?” Connor takes one of his hands from yours and touches your jawline lightly, guiding you to look at him again. 

The beast in your belly panics and runs about, setting sparks and Californian wildfires. You manage a “Yes?”

“I…” His eyes flit about your face, and he exhales shakily (though it’s really more a sound of nervousness rather than an actual exhalation). His eyes settle on your lips for a split second, and his hand snakes into the baby hair on the back of your neck. He pulls you forward, then angles your head to rest on his shoulder. 

You feel a fleeting kiss where your hairline meets your forehead, but it might’ve been an accident. (You’re really hoping it’s not.)

“I’m happy you’re alive,” Connor mumbles against your hair. 

“I’m happy I’m alive, too,” you say softly. “And I’m happy you’re alive as well.”

Connor holds you tighter against him, and you hold him tighter against yourself in turn. It’s a perfect fit, curling around each other like two quotation marks starting and ending a sentence, ignoring the noise and movement around you to hold this intimate moment for just a while longer.

You settle on the bench next to Hank, your artificial breath billowing in the freezing cold. A comfortable silence blankets the both of you. 

“I’m… sorry for not telling you before,” you say softly. “I didn’t know.”

Hank sighs and crosses his arms, leaning against the back of the bench. “Wasn’t your fault. Like you said, you didn’t know.”

“Yes, but…” You hiss out a breath through gritted teeth. “I tricked you. I tricked you for nine years, and everyone else around me for eleven.”

“You couldn’t have tricked me if you didn’t know you were tricking me,” he says. “You’re just a kid.”

“I am not,” you say, laughter lacing your voice. “I was born before the 2010’s. I’m not a child. Well…” You sigh. “I think I was born pre-2010. My life…”

“No, it’s okay,” Hank says. “I get what you’re tryna say.”

You sniff and nod, pulling your scarf over your mouth and nose. Despite your newfound android-ness, you still suffer from extreme temperatures. A silence falls over the both of you again.

“Are you… okay?” Hank says after a minute of quiet. “With being an android, I mean.”

You bite the inside of your lip and think for a moment. “I think so. But I still wish I had parents, or someone in Chelomey to go back to. I mean, I can go back to the monuments and the museums, but… a person would be nice.”

“Well, you still got us,” Hank says. “Me, Sumo, Connor… the rest of the precinct. You ain’t gettin’ rid of us that easy.”

“You are somewhat of an annoying little shitling,” you say under your breath, smiling.

Hank scoffs and hits your upper arm lightly. “And Connor?”

You glance away. “I don’t know. It… it’s complicated.”

He laughs and clears his throat after he snorts. “Yeah, uh-huh. Complicated.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You say, your tone sharp yet playful. 

“Nothin’. It means nothin’,” Hank says, looking down the snow-covered street. Connor is walking towards the two of you, his footsteps even and measured. 

You smile (even though he can’t see it) and wave. He smiles and waves back, settling by your side on the bench. 

You look forward at the apartment complex across the street and move your hand so that it’s resting on the edge of the bench. Connor seems to pick up on this and rests his hand next to yours, reaching out his pinkie to rest over yours.

Unfortunately, Hank also seems to pick up on this. He sighs loudly and slaps his thighs. “Well, looks like it’s time for me to go.”

“Wait, what?” You blurt out. “Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here,” he says with a laugh. “I’m not gonna third-wheel on your date.”

“Date!” You repeat, a little shocked. “This – this isn’t a date.”

“Yeah, sure.” Hank stands, idly twirling his car keys around his pointer finger. 

You stand as well, your finger slipping out from underneath Connor’s. “At least give me a hug before you leave.”

Hank pretends to be annoyed for a second before wrapping you up in a bone-crushing dad-type hug. He holds you close for a few seconds before letting go. 

“Thank you for…” You struggle with words for a moment. “Everything.”

“It’s nothin’, kid. Don’t worry about it,” Hank says. He takes a step back, then turns and starts to walk towards his car. 

“Wait, Hank!” You call out. He stops, and you move over to him. You fish into the inner pocket of your jacket and pull out Hank’s flask. “You lost this, yes?”

“Yeah.” He takes the flask from you, looking it over. “Yeah, I did.”

“Well, I found it,” you say. “Just… make sure to save the drinking for when you’re off the road, okay?”

Hank scoffs, but nods with a “Yes, Officer,” and walks to his car. You take a step back and wave as he waves to you before hopping in the driver’s seat. You settle back down on the bench, comfortably close to Connor. His pinkie finds yours again.

“I’m, khm…” You bite the inside of your lip. “I’m sorry for dying. It… wasn’t something I wanted, either.”

“I… I hate that you did that,” Connor says. “I almost had to watch you…” He can’t bring himself to finish. 

“Да,” you say softly. “I truly am sorry. I was… thinking irrationally. But deviants tend to do that, don’t they?”

“Correct,” he says. His hand moves so that it rests fully on top of yours. “Are… are you doing okay?”

“No.” You sigh. “Everything still feels… off. I just can’t bring myself to believe that I don’t have anyone waiting for me back home in Chelomey. No family or schoolmates or… anyone. Anyone at all.”

There’s a beat of silence, then Connor speaks. “What if you go to Chelomey? You can visit the Exhibit of National Economy Achievements in Moscow and other places you remember.”

“I’m… I’m scared,” you admit quietly. “I don’t want to go home and be a victim of Paris Syndrome – or, rather, Chelomey Syndrome, I guess. It’s better if I view things from afar. It’s not like I can go there, anyway, with the international travel bans.”

“I suppose so,” Connor says. “But, if you could… if you were unafraid, and the travel ban was lifted. Would you?”

“Of course,” you say. “But that isn’t going to happen anytime soon.”

He slots his fingers in between yours. “What if I went with you?”

“I… I suppose,” you manage. “That would probably make me less afraid, yes.”

You don’t mention that Connor makes you less afraid in general. His presence, although jolting and annoying at times, soothes you. You don’t know what it was that made you like this – maybe his soft, brown doe eyes; maybe the tuft of hair that escapes being swept back with the rest of the strands; maybe the somewhat-endearing, somewhat-maddening lost puppy dog look on his face.

You don’t know. And you can’t really bring yourself to care.

“So, when the travel ban is lifted…” Connor looks at you. “We’ll go to Chelomey?”

You nod. “Yeah. When the ban is lifted… we’ll be going home.”

Although, with Connor, ‘home’ is an ambiguous concept. ‘Home’ is your apartment. ‘Home’ is the passenger seat of Hank’s car. ‘Home’ is the android autopsy room. 

(But, right now, this is home. His hand on top of yours, your internal heater whirring, staying close to each other in the biting cold of Detroit November.)

[amgk22]

Hey honey! I'd love to request a Connor Bedard fluff one? The reader is a little bit older (two years, smth like that) and he's insecure if you leave him for a new bf because sometimes he's still figuring things out in the relationship & not so experienced in those things? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

my cool older girlfriend. connor bedard

synopsis: you’re 2 years older then connor, you being 21 and him being 19. even though you’re completely legal and happy, he can’t help but worry that he’s not good enough for you.

warnings: fluff, older!girlfriend, two year age gap

a/n: did my best on this one!!

December 2nd, 2024. It was 2:00 PM - and the Blackhawks were playing the Maple Leafs at 7:30. Of course, being the most important player’s girlfriend- you were allowed to come with them.

So that’s where you are now. On a bench, in the middle of the biggest city in Canada. “Someone’s excited,” Connor chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Come on, don’t act like you’ve never been here before.”

“It’s just..so much to see all the time,” you mumble. “That’s why I love travelling with the team- I get to see 32 different cities.”

“Mhm,” Connor smirks. “Well, 33- if you count Arizona.”

You chuckle; that was a hot trip. “What should we do? To..waste time?”

Connor shrugs. “Anything you want. Ubers are everywhere.”

“Maybe we could walk,” I say. “Look at everything.”

“Sounds good to me,” Connor smiles at you, taking your hand and helping you up. “But no running. I need stamina.”

“I know, I know,” you remind him. You have a pretty clear idea of his pre-game routine. As you guys begin to walk, your hand intertwines with his. “The season’s not going too bad. Might make the playoffs.”

“Oh, I can feel it,” Connor says. “Everyone’s been doing a bit better. Once the new guy, Artyom’s able to play, we’ll have the support we need.”

“And I’ll be cheering on the sidelines,” I chuckle. “For you, of course.”

“I know you’re cheering for us,” he laughs, before frowning a bit. “Even though you’re a Toronto girl at heart.”

You sigh. He’s been insecure about this as well. You were born and raised in Toronto- but you swear, your team’s been Chicago since you guys dated. “I promise, I’m not going back on my word,” I say. “Plus, even if I did, you’d still do great.”

“I know,” Connor mumbles.

You continue to walk across the street, admiring the trees and flowers you notice. It’s a bit crowded- a lot of men. Most of them are your age, a bit older- but you don’t glance an eye. “Oh! I forgot to say,” Connor grins. “Stay there.” He lets go of your hand, digging into his pocket and pulling out a ruby chain necklace. “It’s rubies!”

You smile, taking the necklace. “Wow..” you mumble. Even though you hate rubies, you know how much this must cost. “I love it!” You say, placing it on.

“No, you don’t,” Connor interrupts. “You’re lying. Is there a scratch?” He reaches out for the necklace, before pausing. “Oh my gosh, you hate rubies. I’m so sorry..let me take that back, I’ll get you a diamond one.”

You hold onto the necklace. “No, no, it’s nice,” You defend. “It’s so nice..you don’t need to take it back. I appreciate it.”

“I forgot,” he mumbles. “Your last boyfriend probably didn’t forget you hated rubies.”

You groan. “Connor, not again! You’re always comparing yourself. Stop worrying- it was just a mistake. I like the necklace.”

“I just don’t want you to leave,” You hear Connor say under his breath. “Yesterday..I saw you talking with a guy.”

“That was my friend!” You exclaim. “He’s gay!”

Connor sighs, pushing back his hair. “Oh. But I just- there’s a lot of guys in Toronto. There’s a lot of guys everywhere. And..I just don’t think I’m doing enough. Are Ruby necklaces enough?”

“It’s enough,” You insist. “You’re doing great.”

“But we barely go out, cause of my games,” Connor frowns. “And I..I always get in a mood. And lash out sometimes, if I lose.” He is right about that- sometimes you joke about him being a sore loser.

“You do lash out,” You mumble. “But everyone lashes out sometimes. And you never hurt me or anyone else.”

“That’s something I’m proud of,” Connor forces a smile. “Not being a creep.”

“You’re too cute to be a creep,” You giggle, ruffling up his hair.

“It’s gonna be messed up for the game!” Connor exclaims, trying to slap your hands off. “It needs to be perfect.”

“It already is,” You laugh. “You just need to not buzz it. That’s a crime.”

“I’ll never buzz it, ever,” Connor insists. “I’m not a middle school boy.”

You smile. Thank goodness. “You know, you’re only an inch or two shorter,” he points out. “Wish I was taller, then I could call you a bean, or a potato.”

“Maybe you’ll get an unexpected growth spurt,” You shrug. “I’m fine with a 5’11.”

“Glad you are.” You continue to walk through the streets, holding his hand tighter. No matter what you do, he’ll worry. About his age, about his height, his ability to make you happy. But none of that matters. You just want someone who cares. And Connor cares.