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Stoick x reader anyone???

Really need more xreader’s with this man T-T come on people I cant be the only one here, right? Right?

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All of You - Shane x Reader

Imagine reconnecting with Shane after he goes missing for a week - Pt1 here - (smut warning)

You hadn’t seen Shane in almost a week. Normally you’d at least catch him at the bar, but lately his familiar presence by the fireplace had been scarce.

“What’s up with Shane?” You asked Emily, watching as the cerulean-haired woman poured you another beer. “Normally he’s here all night.”

Emily creased her brow, gazing across towards the lonesome fireplace. Shane indeed was not there, yet the presence of his absence emanated an air of an almost dark uncertainty.

“Maybe he’s stayed in for the night.” Emily shrugged, though the glimmer in her eyes said something else. “Anyway, last beer Farmer. We’re closing up for the night now.” You nodded as you downed the bitter drink, pushing the empty glass towards the bar before making your leave.

The cold night air bit at your lungs with each breath, your lips chapped and dry. The leaves crunched beneath your boots as you shuffled your way through Cindersap Forest, hands seeking shelter in the warmth of your one-size-too-big bomber jacket.

Then you saw it - the faint glow of a lantern sat on the edge of the dock, the subtle figure of someone sitting nearby illuminated in the dull light.

As you grew closer your heart seemed to jump in your chest. That beaten blue Joja jacket, familiar beige shorts and those iconic crocs - there was no mistaking Shane.

He hadnt seemed to notice you approaching, too sunken in with drinking - by the smell of it beer - where he sat.

“…Shane?” His eyes widened for a moment as he turned to meet your gaze, a gloominess overshadowing his usual tired gaze. “Shane, are you ok?” He mumbled something incoherent as the effect of the alcohol left him slurring his words together. “What?”

“Fuck off.” This time his speech was clearer, harsh and cold. Shane turned his gaze back towards the still pond, emptying the remnants of his can into his mouth and chucking it behind him, forgotten in a growing pile of aluminium.

“Didn’t ya -hic- hear me? S’ don’t wanna talk.” Shane grumbled as you sat down beside him, yet he made no attempt to move away from you. He just stared straight ahead, fists clenched tightly in his lap.

“Shane…” you placed a hand gingerly on his thigh, squeezing it in a comforting gesture. He flinched but didn’t push you away. “I know you’re scared. You don’t need to push me away.”

“You don’t know what i need. You’re just some city kid playing farmer.” Shane spoke with strained venom, his words forced and unnatural. He was doing everything he could to enforce the wall between the two of you that you had tried to so delicately tear down.

You squeezed his thigh again, earning a grunt from the drunken man. Moving your hand further up, you found yourself holding his hand in yours. Fingers gently intertwined, Shane gave you a look of confusion.

“Talk to me, please.” With that, Shane sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, his rough stubble prickling against your skin. The distinct scent of his aftershave invaded your senses.

“Every time something good comes along for me, I end up screwing it up. I don’t want to screw you up as well.” His voice was hoarse and strained, as though he were holding back tears.

“Everyone is a little bit screwed up. Look,” you paused, taking his face your palms and looking directly in his eyes. “I’m not here to try and fix you. However if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where I am.” He returned your gentle smile with a stifled chuckle, still hesitant about the offer.

“Whatever you say, doll.”

You found you were too tired to manage your way back to the farm safely, Shane offering the ranch as a place of solitude for the night. Stumbling inside amidst shushing sounds from Shane, you found your way over to the sofa only to be pulled back by a firm grip. Shane wrapped his arms around your waist, mumbling against your neck that you could have the bed. His presence sent butterflies raging inside of you, crawling up your throat and exiting in the form of a muffled moan. The smell of beer emanated off of him, making you wonder if his closeness was only a result of the alcohol. Perhaps it always had been and there never was a real connection between you; perhaps after everything, it was just drunken lust.

Your thoughts were whisked away as Shane led you back to his too-familiar bedroom, promptly shoving you against the door and locking it as he shoved a knee between your legs in an effort to pin you up.

His stubble scratched against the supple flesh of your neck, each movement stinging with ecstasy as you took all of him in. His lips feverishly kissing and sucking at your skin, teeth grazing against you - he knew exactly how to make you crave him.

Your fingers locked into his hair as your lips traveled up his cheek and towards his ear, teeth nibbling softly at his lobe. Shane groaned beneath your touch, his leg twitching between your thighs. Hands moved behind you and grabbed your ass, his fingers grasping desperately at your clothed flesh.

Somehow you found the inner strength long enough to push Shane away and onto the bed, the battered mattress squeaking painfully beneath the man’s weight. You wasted no time in crawling up onto him and straddling his waist, pressing your aching core into his crotch.

“Yoba, take these fucking clothes off!” Shane hissed impatiently, his hands ripping at the buttons on your shirt and pants, making swift work of the light fabric.

At last you were bare before him, your breasts rising with every shuddering breath. His cocked popped out of his shorts, twitching with excitement.

“It’s not fair if only one of us is undressed.” You teased, trailing a finger delicately along his jaw and tracing over his lips. Shane looked away in embarrassment- possibly even shame; he’d always made a point to cover up his torso when you were intimate.

Shane didn’t object as your fingers hovered over his shirt, gently tugged into the sides as though asking for permission to expose his bare form.

He had the definition of a dad body, some chub here and there blended with firm muscle, filling out nicely. His chest was firm, covered in a light mound of hair. Taking in his nude form, you couldn’t help but blush. You loved everything about him.

“Take me.” Was all you could manage before Shane rammed his cock inside of you, his self-consciousness shoved aside as lust overwhelmed your bodies. Firm hands gripped into your sides, guiding you up and down along his cock as shuddered breaths filled the otherwise silent room.

“Holy shit you’re tight.” Shane panted, greedily digging his fingertips into your ass as he spread your cheeks apart.

“Just shut up and fuck me!” You moaned, grinding your hips against his groin, sending jolt after jolt through your clit. The way his hands rubbed against your bare flesh, rough and calloused, moving over every imperfection so effortlessly - how his breath stung your very being, like tiny volts of electricity from every touch of his chapped lips. You couldn’t help get lost in him like this for hours, just the two of you; being so vulnerable with someone, to be at their very mercy was a rush in and of itself.

Suddenly you were being lifted onto your back, a feeling of emptiness invading your core as Shane repositioned your bodies against the broken mattress. Shane towered over you like a bear, his weight now shifted atop you; It was a comforting weight, warm and safe as he enveloped your body with his arms, pulling you towards him so your groin pressed against his cock.

In one swift thrust he was inside of you, rutting away like an animal in heat. Your hands swept to his back, nails dogging into the skin of his shoulder blades as you gripped for even an ounce of support against his feverish fucking. With each thrust he stretched you open, your pussy gripping and squeezing his cock for all the cum inside. His hot breath against your neck, teeth grazing against over your windpipe as they clenched down ever so slightly - he was lost in you. A warm streak ran down your neck as Shane broke the skin ever so slightly, a metallic taste covering his lips.

“I- I- think I’m-“ Shane stuttered, his hips beginning to stutter as his pace fumbled.

“Inside, please cum inside me!” You cried, wrapping your legs around him, your pussy giving one final squeeze that sent Shane over the edge, emptying his seed deep inside you.

A cold chill swept across your chest as Shane rolled off of you, your bodies covered in sweat. Shane laid an arm across your waist, turning to fave you as he cupped your cheek with a large hand.

“Are you sure you want to take on all of… this?” Shane asked quietly in the darkness, his deep purple hair sweeping over his eyes.

You smiled softly, taking his hand in yours and pressing a gentle kiss atop his knuckles.

“I do. I want all of you.”

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hello! Bit of a random request here but if you’re open to Connor requests would you be ok doing one about how he would be with a s/o (established relationship) if they’d been out the night before maybe for a friends party and had a horrible hangover the next day? 😂 like how he might take care of them and stuff?

Lazy Days - Connor x Reader

Here you go! We love a caring Connor :3 I have received your requests, just juggling them and work atm so they should be out soon hopefully! Hope you enjoy <3

"Connor, ___ is wasted. I think - hic - think you should get them home." Gavin spoke, his words slurred and stumbling over themselves. He slung his head back as he downed the rest of the sleazy canned beer.

"I agree, perhaps they’ll be docile enough now to listen to reason and come home." Connor replied, watching as you tried not to fall asleep at the table, a can of drink tipped between your fingers as it had slipped from your grasp.

He'd tried to get you to leave earlier, however you were set on beating Gavin at beer chugging. Gavin had come out on top of course, being the drunken ass he was. Yet another thing he'd have to hold over your head and tease you about at work.

"C'mon, I'll help ya out-" Gavin started, only for Connor to guide him onto a nearby couch. Normally Gavin would deck the android just for touching him, however the alcohol had made Gavin unsettlingly friendly.

"You are far too inebriated to help; I can handle it from here, detective." Connor insisted, lifting you up and resting the majority of your weight against his side.

"Connor, baby, I'm fiiiiiine!" You started, only to be cut off as Connor started walking towards the door. "You're a - hic - party pooper." you groaned as you booped the android on the nose, your finger slipping down and poking him in the mouth. You drunkenly waved a strained goodbye to Gavin before Connor led you stumbling out to the car, passing out as soon as you fell against the backseat.

As soon as Connor had you in the door, he swept you up and carried you towards the bedroom, laying you down and removing the uncomfortable outfit you'd chosen for yourself. He replaced the dirty clothes with one of his t-shirts and some shorts before making his way out to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water.

Upon returning, he found you passed out face-down on the bed. Sighing and shaking his head, Connor climbed into bed and pulled you against his chest, stroking your hair as he laid awake watching over you.

"Connor..." you groaned, shielding yourself with the blankets as blinding rays of sunshine invaded the room. You heard him snicker at your unwillingness to wake up, the bed sinking with his weight as he sat down behind you, his legs crossed in a child-like fashion.

"It's almost midday ___, you should get out of bed." Connor advised, poking your back gently. He was met with a grunt in response, the bedsheets shrugging away from his touch.

Hesitantly, he gripped the edge of the covers and pulled them away from your face, greeted by your squinting - but displeased - eyes. You glared at him as he reached out a hand, taken by surprise when he poked you on the nose.

"Boop."

"What the fuck, Connor?" you giggled, sour demeanour quickly evaporating as you sat up. You were about to poke him back, only for a sharp pain to erupt in the side of your temple.

Your head thumped with an otherworldly pain, pressure growing against either side of your ears making them grow hot. Your world spun as the sudden urge to vomit rose in your throat.

"Shit, Connor I-" you shot out of bed, racing for the bathroom as quickly as your feet could carry you, making it just in time to hurl into the porcelain bowl.

Shuddering from the sudden wave of cold that washed over you, your fingers gripped against the toilet as you continued throwing up. Tears blurred your vision as your heart raced, only to be subdued by a calming hand against your back.

Connor gathered your hair up into a make-shift ponytail in his hand as he rubbed your back with the other. His presence made this unpleasant ordeal slightly more bearable, finding yourself sinking backwards into his embrace as the remains of last nights drinks left your stomach.

"That's it, you're okay now." Connor soothed, continuing to rub up and down your back. He allowed you a moment to recover before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bathtub, carefully laying you down in it and undressing you.

You sighed as hot water poured into the tub, lapping welcomingly against your aching body. Reaching out for Connor, your fingers grasped pathetically at the sleeve of his shirt in an attempt to drag him into the tub with you.

He smirked at your attempt, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he whispered for you to be patient before walking out and returning with a clean set of clothes and some towels.

Connor sat down beside the bath, pressing a warm washcloth against your forehead as he cleaned your face of any remaining vomit. You couldn't help but stare adoringly at Connor as he tended to you, how his eyes narrowed in concentration as he cleaned you up, the crinkle of his brow as he scanned you for any other needs. That single, stubborn strand of hair that fell between his eyes that you found absolutely perfect.

He was beautiful.

"___? What are you staring at?" the android asked, tilting his head in wonder. A soft smile crept along your lips as you replied, caressing a hand against his cheek.

"You, Connor. You're gorgeous, in every way." You caught the twinkle in his eye as surprise overwhelmed him. For a moment Connor was speechless, his LED spinning in amber circles as he tried to think of a response. Instead, he found the most fitting thing to do was to kiss you; his soft lips pressed against your own, chapped and dry as a hand crept up to cradle the back of your head, fingers curling into your tangled hair.

"Come on, let's get you dry and into bed." Connor spoke, breaking the kiss before it got too heated. You whined as he pulled away, the sudden lack of his touch leaving an empty void behind. The android helped you up and wrapped a towel around you, allowing you to dry yourself before handing you a set of clean pyjamas. Your eyes lit up as you realised today was definitely going to be a lazy day.

Nestled up against Connor, you laid in bed flicking through channels on the tv. He'd brewed you a cup of warm herbal tea to aid your headache and subdue the nausea. His hand sat against your waist, fingers running lazily up and down your hip.

His heat radiated across your entire body, warming you from your chest to your toes. On cold days like this, you wanted nothing more than to spend all day in bed with your favourite android.

"Connor?" you asked, looking up at him. He hummed in response, returning your leaning gaze as he looked down at you - his brow was quirked in curiosity.

"Never let me try to out-drink Gav again." Connor chuckled, pulling you closer against him and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.

"Of course, love."

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Another Stupid Reason - Haley x Reader

Imagine Haley is in denial for her feelings towards the farmer, regretting her decision in trying to move on - inspired by Good Luck Babe! By Chappel Roan

It’s fine. It’s cool. We’re nothing. That was what Haley kept telling herself. Sitting at the bar, knocking back shot after shot, trying to stop the feeling that pulled her like a magnet towards you. Alex sat beside her, whispering drunkenly into her ear, yet his words fell on deaf ears.

Her eyes never once left you, watching you intently from the other side of the bar, yet her gaze went unnoticed; You were caught up playing a game of pool with Sam and Sebastian, your hand placed gently against Abigail’s knee as you waited for your turn.

Something twisted in Haley’s stomach, a feeling so vile it sent her reeling towards the bathroom holding back vomit. Now sat against the bathroom door as she hugged her knees, Haley screwed her eyes shut in a desperate attempt to shut everything else out.

The first time she saw you was in the town plaza, walking to Pierre’s with mud caked on your shoes, all the way up to the waistband of your trousers. She’d commented on your ragged clothing, said you’d look cuter in something else. Or maybe not. You just smiled and waved as you walked away.

A vase of dried sunflowers sat on her desk in her room, long since wilted but a gentle reminder of how you’d doted on her over the months, befriending Haley and giving new life to her love of nature.

The countless polaroids of the two of you scattered across her bedroom floor, at the ranch, the beach, on the farm, a trip you’d taken to the desert together where Haley found a bunch of coconuts - all taken with the camera you’d bought her for her birthday.

All those happy memories, yet Haley found herself unable to accept the most simple of truths - she had feelings for you.

“Haley, you ok in there?” Alex asked knocking against the door, hiccuping as he spoke.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be out in a minute. Just fixing my makeup!” Haley replied, hurriedly getting up and smoothing out her dress. She noticed her mascara was smudged slightly as she looked in the mirror, quickly fixing it and making her way back out to the bar.

Alex was leaning against the opposing wall when Haley finally emerged, sneaking a glance towards the pool table only to realise you, along with the rest of your friends, had left.

“Let’s get out of here and go back to yours.” Haley said, swallowing the growing lump in her throat as she took Alex by the hand and led him outside, quickly embracing him in a drunken kiss outside the saloon.

Now she’s waking up next to him in the middle of the night, head in her hands as she looks over towards Alex soundly asleep next to her. She’s nothing more than his wife - what she had with you is now but fleeting memories of all those years ago. Tears roll down her cheeks as a voice echos through her head, saying I told you so.

Sitting up at the kitchen counter, Haley found comfort in a bottle of wine. It tasted slightly bitter but with a sweetened aftertaste, just like the bottles the two of you used to drink late at night on the farm.

Of course it was one of your bottles, grown and brewed right there on the farm. She gazed scornfully at the golden band clutching her finger, one swift tug sending it rolling forgotten across the counter.

She found herself pulling out polaroids from your past together, a brighter time. Flipping through, she found the ones from the night you’d met her in the dark room. These were some of the first ones to be processed, she’d hung them up that night while speaking to you.

Watching as you carefully shut the door behind you, blocking out the foreign lights from outside. The way your eyes lit up curiously at the room before you, how the red tint darkened your soft lips.

She wished that she had kissed you then.

Instead she was left facing herself and the endless I told you so’s in the mirror; it was all she could do to drink herself away to stop the feeling.

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Like a Light-switch - Shane x Reader

Imagine you confront Shane about his sudden mood switch-ups around you - Pt 2 here - Smut Warning

Fervent kisses, clammy hands gripping onto your soft flesh, digging desperately into you as though you’d disappear if he let go. His rough stubble against your neck, teeth grazing against your gentle skin.

Quiet moans echoed from the barn as Shane worked against you, groping your hips and breasts in the haze of things.

“Shane, no, this isn’t right.” You tried to push him off of you, however like a magnet your bodies snapped back together, pulled by an invisible string, tethering your being to his. Shane grunted in response, nibbling your ear selfishly.

“Your moans say otherwise.” He growled next to your ear, hand slipping beneath your waistband and searching for your clit, an explicit groan crawling from your throat as he found it.

How had a routine wheat pick-up turned into this? In the dead of Winter when your farm lay sparse, aside from the greenhouse crops, you relied on Marnie for feed for your animals.

Of course the one time she wasn’t available Shane would be there.

What an absolute ass.

Your legs kicked involuntarily as he rubbed your sweet-spot with his thumb, slipping two fingers inside. Shane chuckled, watching as you delved into a helpless, pleading mess beneath him.

It was only supposed to be one time. Then it happened again.

Then again.

Then again.

You wanted to call it off, sever the already strained string binding you to him. He was cold and calloused the majority of the time, but when you two were like this - intimate, close - he became warm, radiating passion; that is to say in his own fucked up way, of course.

Part of you found something safe and familiar in his heated embrace - maybe it was because you found comfort in the way his rough hands melded against your hips perfectly, fingers clawing into supple flesh, or perhaps the drunken flush against his cheeks, the smell of booze and sweat radiating off of him reminding you of the farm.

Regardless, his presence was intoxicating; Better than any beer, which would leave you on the cold floor as you shivered through episodes of vomiting. No, Shane would pick you up and lay you on the couch, press your drunken body against his to keep you from rolling onto the floor until morning came.

“Tell me what you want, doll.” Shane mused against your neck, his breath warm and slightly stale. That familiar flush against his cheeks, reminiscent of the first night you met. You’d ducked into the saloon for dinner, hadn’t planned on ending the night getting fucked against the side of the building by the town asshole.

“I want- fuck- i need you. Inside me. Now.” You managed between desperate gasps of pleasure as you neared your orgasm. “Please.” You begged, watching as his eyes darkened.

Shane wasted no time in pulling out his cock and pressing it against your folds, dripping with a welcoming warmth. He pushed against you, rubbing his head teasingly against your throbbing core.

“Fuck, Shane.” You squirmed beneath him, bucking your hips against him impatiently. He smirked, finally relieving the built-up tension as he slid inside of your pussy.

It was amazing, the way he filled you up effortlessly, stuffing you with his cock as he pumped into you feverishly. Your desperate moans filled the barn, Marnie no doubt hearing if she happened to be home.

“Shud’dup.” Shane groaned, pressing a hand against your mouth as he pounded into you, the rough hay scratching against the exposed skin of your back.

Your muffled moans sent him over the edge, his hips faltering in their pace as he slammed into you, emptying his load inside. Shane pulled out, zipping his pants back up as he began to walk away.

“Seriously? Not even going to help me up?” You asked through laboured breaths, pushing yourself off the hay bale. Your body was covered in sweat and tiny red scratches, the salty substance stinging the fresh cuts. Shane scoffed, looking you up and down.

“Seem fine to me.” He said, walking towards the door to the barn. “Let yourself out.” His voice was nonchalant, void of any sign he’d just been deep within you.

Shane would never admit to the feelings he had for you, he was too deep in his own grave to want to accept them. He knew he was broken, not looking to be someone’s charity case.

“Why do you do that?” You snapped, eyes widening in shock at yourself. Shane turned around, his hand hovering just above the handle. You tried not to choke on your words, attempting to remain calm and put together. “Why do you switch up so suddenly? I thought we were closer than that.”

“What?” Shane’s eyes darkened as his brow furrowed, his nose scrunching up in disgust. “We were never close. I made it clear when this started that it’d never go beyond anything physical.” His words cut deep, like a dagger straight to the heart, severing whatever hope you’d been helplessly clinging to.

His gaze softened as he watched the hurt spread across your face, looking to the ground in shame.

“I’m not a good person, ___. I’m not good for you.”

“Please, Shane. I know you’re afraid of getting close to people, but-“ You reached out for him, yet with each step you took forwards he took two steps back. “I have feelings for you, Shane. I know you feel something for me too.”

Shane looked ill almost, his brow wrinked in thought as he seemed to stare through you.

“Can we at least talk about this?” You asked hopefully, only to find yourself flinching back as he snapped at you.

“Yoba, ___! I don’t love you! I don’t feel anything for you, got it? It was just sex. I never wanted to commit to you. I never will.”

“Shane, I-“ you started, only for Shane to cut you off.

“No ___, this is done. We’re finished.” His gaze was cold, sad. It was as though he didn’t want to do it, but he had no other way out of the situation you now presented him with. He felt trapped, like a cornered dog, teeth bared and snarling out of fear in an effort to protect itself.

Physically you were fine, but inside it felt as though someone had ripped a chunk of your heart out. Shoving the tears down your throat as they threatened to choke you, you shoved past Shane and stormed out of the ranch house.

Marnie tried to stop you and ask what happened, but you shot straight past her too, the door slamming shut behind you in a violent show. Cue the waterworks.

You sank down against the side of the silo, head buried in your knees as you cried your heart out. You weren’t even sure why you were hurting so badly, it’d only been a few months ago the affair started.

Inside, voices could be heard shouting at one another. Marnie questioning what Shane had said to her, if he’d hurt her, put his hands on her. Shane yelling back that he’d never go that far, that Marnie couldn’t understand and to stay the fuck out of his business.

Shane did what he thought was best, as much as it had hurt you, he was hurting too. He wasn’t about to drag you into the grave with him.

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- Probably going to edit/rewrite this later, not my best work and i wanna do Shane justice lol

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Stardew Bachelors x Reader?

[pastelghoul]

Hello! I love your work 😁 are you still accepting Connor reqs? 🫶

Aw thank you! Yes i am still open to requests! <3

[pastelghoul]

hello! I love your connor work :) I just finished my first play through of DBH and I’m in love with Connor 😭 could I possibly request a scenario? Maybe one where reader is a detective working a case with him at the DPD and since he’s this advanced prototype and doesn’t need food/warmth and everything they feel a bit like.. inadequate as a human compared to him? And how he would make them feel better? Sorry this is a long ask 😅 love your work and hope you’re having a lovely day!!

Only Human - Connor x Reader

More than happy to! Had a lot of fun writing this one - Imagine Connor comforting you after feeling inadequate working alongside him on a case

“___? Are you alright?” Connor asked, peeking over your desk at your slouched form; one hand supported your chin as the other clung loosely onto a pen, your eyes drooping shut. Whatever you had been writing on the sticky note now had a large pen-strike through it.

“Huh? Sorry, i dozed off.” You said, squinting at the clock on your computer. It read 12:38 am in small, white letters. Honestly, you were exhausted. This case was your top priority however, solving it had the chance to land you a promotion you desperately needed.

Of course, you were no Hank Anderson. That promotion was just wishful thinking. Looking over at Connor, you sighed. You certainly were no android, either. You watched as he typed away, eyes scanning the screen intently as he worked on the case.

The ability to never tire, what a blessing. All the things you could get done if you never needed to rest; You’d tidy your desk, for starters. The mess of documents and files scattered across your desk, not to mention the near-overflowing trashcan resting at your feet.

Compared to Connor, who’s desk was neat and tidy save for a succulent, a photo frame of the three of you (with Hank and you five beers deep) and a sticky note taped to his monitor. Craning your neck as you hunched across the desk, you narrowed your eyes at what it said.

dipshit

Gavin. Reaching across the desk you ripped the sticky note from the monitor, Connor quirking a brow as you did so.

“I’m sorry ___, did I do something to upset you? Would you rather I’d let you sleep?” Connor asked, watching as you scrunched up the note and threw it in the trash.

“No Connor, it’s fine. I’m gonna head home and get some sleep. Goodnight.” You waved as you made your way out of the station.

You awoke to a loud knocking on your front door. Looking over at your alarm clock, your eyes widened as you realised you had overslept. Shit, shit, shitshitshit, Hank’s gonna have my ass for this!

Dashing to get dressed and find your shoes, you almost ran headfirst into a firm chest. Looking up in bewilderment at the android stood in your living room, you cursed under your breath.

“Connor? How did you get inside?” Connor held up a small, silver key - you’d entirely forgotten you’d given him your spare. “Oh, right. I was just about to leave, uh-“ Connor quirked a brow, looking you up and down.

“Your shirt is on backwards.” Connor mused, smirking as you grabbed at your collar to indeed be greeted by the sizing tag. “You also seem to be missing your pants.”

“Give me a minute, I just woke up!” You grumbled, pushing past Connor to make a coffee. Your heart sunk as the machine groaned to life, only to come to a shuddering death moments later. Fuck me backwards with a chainsaw, can’t even get a coffee without something going wrong.

This was not starting out to be a good day. You turned around to see Connor sitting across from you, perched patiently at your kitchen island, hands resting in his lap.

“I brought you a coffee, you had a late night last night. I thought you might’ve slept in considering the state you were in when you left the station last night.” The android pushed a brown disposable cup towards you, steam dancing welcomingly from the hole in the lid.

“Thanks Connor.” You offered a half smile, taking the beverage and sipping it as you made your way back to fix your clothes. As you were changing, a muffled voice arose from the kitchen; at first you thought Connor was talking to himself, however upon walking out you realised it was a news report.

“Detroit Police are reportedly expecting a brand new line of android detectives, the first prototype currently running a probationary period to decide…” you slunk quietly back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as your hands cradled your head.

By all accounts, you loved working with Connor. He was an amazing partner and friend, and an even better detective. The problem was he was too efficient.

Connor couldn’t fall asleep working on cases, he didn’t get tired so there was no need to rest. He was available 24/7, never late, always on time to the millisecond. He certainly didn’t need to drink coffee or eat to keep his energy up.

Connor was the prime example of a perfect being, in every sense of the word. He left you looking like burnt toast. Tears stung your eyes; not sad tears, rather unadulterated frustration.

Fuck…

“___? What’s wrong? Did I get the wrong coffee?” Connor asked, peeking in hesitantly through the doorway. You scoffed at the absurdity of the question. The coffee was perfect. Everything he did was perfect, yet you couldn’t even wake up on time. Wiping your arm across your eyes, you forced a smile.

“No, no the coffee is fine. I’m ok, just overwhelmed by the case is all.” Connor tilted his head as he analysed you, coming to sit beside you. The bed sunk with his weight, the thrown sheets ruffling against his movement.

“I’ve been proven to have excellent listening skills.” Connor nudged you gently. “Talk to me, please.” You sighed, resting your head on Connor’s shoulder.

“Everything you do is perfect, Connor.”

“I don’t understand, are you saying I’m too efficient at my job?” Connor asked as his LED spun amber circles upon his temple.

“No, not that - well actually, kind of. Just listen.” You stammered, pinching the bridge of your nose in thought. “You don’t make mistakes. You don’t get tired or hungry, or hell even need bathroom breaks. Every move you make is efficient and calculated.”

Connor looked down at you, watching as you caught a stray tear with your finger. He sat in silence, listening as you vented your pent-up frustration to him.

“I’m only human.” You raised a hand, looking at how fragile the human form really was. “I could never be as good of a detective as you are.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Connor stated, resting his hand on yours. You noticed how much larger than your own hand his was, how realistic his pores were, the tips of his fingernails flawlessly sculpted - a faultless imitation of life itself.

“I may be incredibly efficient, but there is one thing i lack.” Connor met your tired gaze. “Emotions.” You scoffed, the irony of the situation hitting you.

“Connor, I am sitting here crying to you about how inadequate I feel, and you try to tell me these same emotions somehow make me better?” Connor gripped your hand tighter, not once breaking eye contact.

“You can feel so many things, ___. You can laugh, cry, fall in love…” Connor paused, finally looking away. “Without emotion, you’re just another soulless machine.”

“Connor…” you started, however words failed you as you found yourself unable to grasp the right thing to say. Instead, Connor wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer against him in a comforting embrace.

“You have the freedom to choose what you want to do, where you want to go, be who you want to be. Androids don’t get that choice. We’re built to serve one single purpose in life then dismantled once that purpose is fulfilled.”

“I never thought about it like that…” You confessed as you leaned into Connor, taking in his words as the two of you now sat in silence. It was a while before either of you spoke again, taking it upon yourself to break the peaceful quiet.

“Thanks for the coffee and uh, coming over. Talking about this really helped.” You mumbled the last part, a subtle hue of embarrassment painting your cheeks; working with Hank, neither of you ever really talked about your feelings. Connor smiled in response, patting your head. You leaned away, raising a brow at him.

“I heard it was a comforting gesture. Gavin said so. You rolled your eyes, leaning back into Connor.

“Remind me to kick Gav’s ass when I see him next.”

“Of course, detective.” Connor mused, entwining his fingers with yours.

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Blame - Connor x Reader

Imagine Connor blames himself for your death to the point of becoming deviant and confesses to Hank - Took some inspiration from the Lucids trend “Do you blame yourself?”

Requested by doctoriletyougotospace

The cool night air sent a chill across your back, the thrown covers leaving you partially exposed from the back down. You shuddered, inching closer to the android laid beside you.

“Connor?” You quivered, resting a hand across his chest. His synthetic skin was warm to the touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet your tired gaze.

“___, why are you awake?” Connor asked, his hand gently entwining with your own, fingers delicately lacing together. You shuffled closer towards him, resting your head upon his chest.

“Cold.” Was all you could manage through chattering teeth.

“Would you like me to raise my temperature?” Connor asked, his body already growing warmer by the second. Sighing in content, you breathed in his scent, his cologne lingering from the days past work.

Gazing up at him, your eyes locked. His led spun yellow, trying to assess your current emotional state. Your eyes took on a solemn, sad look - one of pity.

“Do you blame yourself?”

“What?” Connor asked, puzzled.

“Connor!” Hank yelled, throwing a balled up sticky note at him. Connor snapped out of his trance, looking up at the older lieutenant. His eyes had that same solemn, pitiful look in them, dark bags weighing down his face.

Things hadn’t been the same since the accident.

“Sorry, lieutenant. I was distracted. What were you saying?” Connor apologised, sitting up straight in his chair. Hank grumbled something incoherent, before looking back at Connor.

“I said I could go for a bite to eat, are you coming or not?” Hank stood up from his desk, knocking an empty box of donuts falling to the floor. Connor swiftly kicked the trashcan to catch them, standing up alongside Hank.

“Of course, I think some fresh air would do us good. It’s too stuffy in here to think properly.” Connor replied as he adjusted his tie, following the grumbling detective out of the department.

Hank tapped his fingers against the table, eyeing his android partner with concern; Connor had been increasingly distant and distracted since the incident.

“Alright, spit it out. You’ve been off in Lala Land for weeks now. What’s on your mind?” The pitter-patter of rain bouncing against the table awning was slowly getting heavier.

“It’s nothing, lieutenant, really. Just some loose thoughts on the case.” Hank knew Connor was lying by the way his led spun that now all too familiar yellow. It had been doing that a lot lately.

“Don’t lie to me Connor, that’s bullshit and you know it.” Hank pressed, putting his half-eaten street burger down on its wrapper. “Connor?”

“Connor?” You mumbled, pressing a soft hand to his cheek, your fingers running gently along his jaw. Connor looked at you, his brows furrowed as his led continued to spin yellow.

“I don’t understand.” Connor spoke, his voice firm but with an underlying confusion. “This isn’t real, so why…” he trailed off as your lips pressed against his own, warm flesh melding with a bio-mechanical imitation.

“It wasn’t your fault, Connor.” Your voice was soft and comforting, your touch burning into Connor’s skin with every word. He took your hand in his once more, squeezing it gently.

“How can it not be my fault? You died in my arms, ___.”

“Connor.” Hank was getting irritated, his eyes dark and his brows furrowed. “Is this about ___?” Connor sighed, looking across the table at Hank.

“I’m experiencing some… difficulties, processing what happened.” Hank’s gaze softened ever so slightly as the android spoke.

“What kind of difficulties?” Hank questioned, leaning an elbow against the table as he shifted his weight. Connor hesitated, eyes scrambling before finally meeting Hanks gaze once more.

“I should have done more to save them, but…” Connor paused, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not only did I fail the mission, but I failed ___, too. I could have saved them, Hank. The gunshot, I-” His led was starting to subtly flicker between yellow and red.

“Connor, what you’re feeling is guilt. It’s normal in this situation to feel some sort of guilt or responsibility. There was nothing you could do.” Hank reassured as he watched the android intently.

“No, Hank. I’m a machine, I don’t feel. It’s simply an error in my code. I “die” and they just ship out a replacement, but a person dies and they don’t come back. ___ is gone and it’s my fault.” He placed his head in his hands, fingers curling aggressively into his hair out of frustration, trying to grasp some form of control.

“I see them, Hank. When you’re talking and I don’t respond, it’s because I keep seeing ___. They feel so real, I-“ Connor muttered through gritted teeth, his voice strained and tired. “I’m deviating, Hank.”

“Connor, you can say it’s an error in your coding all you want, but I saw the way you looked at them.” Connor’s eyes grew wide, slowly raising his head to look at Hank. The rain was heavier now, an angry symphony slowly drowning out their voices.

“Oh don’t give me that look, I may be older but I’m not stupid.” Hank scolded, rolling his eyes. “The way you held them that night, that was more than just “coding”. Hank took a sip of his drink, watching as Connor’s led spun rapidly, flashing between yellow and red before finally settling on red.

The rain was heavy that night, washing away the blood and tears in a somber stream. Connor couldn’t feel the heat or cold, but in that moment, he felt so cold and alone, as though the last ray of sunshine had blinked out forever. For him, it had.

___’s body was still so warm, it felt unnatural how motionless they were. Unmoving, unblinking. Those wide, empty eyes.

Connor held ___ against his chest, pressing a hand firmly against their neck in an effort to stop the bleeding, however the blood had stopped minutes ago.

The look on Hank’s face when he finally arrived to the scene, seeing his new partner cradling his old one, a cold, empty expression on Connor’s face as he looked up at Hank. For once Hank was sober, but he still felt like throwing his guts up at the scene.

“That was love. What you’re feeling right now? Guilt, grief - it’ll eat you up until you’re a shell of yourself if you aren’t careful. That’s part of being human, Connor.” Hank took another sip of his drink before finishing his burger.

“I’m not human, though. I’m not alive, I-“ Hank cut him off before he could finish.

“Jesus Connor, you’re alive to me.” Hank paused, looking up at the rainy sky. “You were alive to ___.”

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Omg i love love LOVED your Connor story. Thank you thank you!! I was honestly not having a great day but you have made it so much better with that fic 💙 I love your work!! Thank you again :))

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Stake-Out - Connor x Reader

Imagine you’re wounded on a mission with Connor but you insist you’re fine, requested by Anonymous

This case had been dragging on for three months almost. Normally you were quick about wrapping up your cases. This one had sent you running around in circles, however.

Tired and irritated, you were running on pure caffeine at this point. Gone was your usually chirpy, witty attitude, replaced with a demeanour that could rival Hank’s.

You’d spent these last few months investigating a string of disappearances, all linked to one person. Connor had helped you track the suspect down to this location - an abandoned warehouse, shattered windows and graffiti littering the side of the brick building.

“According to the suspect’s supposed routine, he should have left an estimated 15 minutes ago.” Connor’s voice caused you to shift your gaze from the building to the android sat beside you, a tired, slightly irritated expression plastered on your face.

Connor remained blissfully unaware of your aggravation. Bless his little android thirium pump.

“Are you sure-“ Connor began, only to be abruptly cut off by your exasperated groan. The android tilted his head slightly at you, his led flashing a brilliant yellow.

“Connor. This is probably our last lead; We’ve been at this for almost three months. We won’t have another chance like this, I am not throwing away my shot at closing this case.” Your knuckles were almost white, you were gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

“I understand. However, this is not a productive use of our time. We could-“ Yet again, you cut Connor off, your finger pressed to his lips in an effort to silence him.

“Quiet! That’s our guy!” You whisper-yelled, hand reaching for the door as the other hovered above your holster. Connor paused, analysing the suspect before confirming, giving you the go-ahead to follow.

The shadowy figure had noticed you though, quickly making a break down a narrow alleyway. You shot after them, pulling your gun out and grasping it firmly in your grip as you followed the suspect.

“Detroit Police! Freeze! Freeze or I’ll shoot!” You shouted, footsteps pounding against the loose gravel road, puddles splashing muddied-water up your pants.

You hadn’t checked to see if Connor was behind you, you were too engrossed with catching the strange figure to worry about your partner.

A sudden crashing of metal followed by a loud thump found Connor having leapt off one of the fire escapes from above, landing squarely on the suspect and pinning them to the floor. How the hell did he even get up there?

Connor patted the suspect down, feeling for any signs of it being a deviant android.

“Android?” You asked.

“Positive.” Connor said, tasting the blue blood leaking from the side of the suspect’s head. “You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, resisting will force me to use excessive measures.”

The android grunted as Connor tugged his arms tightly behind his back, however a flash of brown knocked Connor to the side before he could handcuff the deviant.

“Connor!” You shouted, eyes wide as you realised there was a second android that had been hiding nearby, now helping its accomplice to their feet. “Stay where you are or I’ll shoot!”

“___, don’t!” Connor shouted, noticing something that had slipped past your perception yet it was too late, a loud bang rang out through the quiet darkness.

A sharp pain erupted in your side, a white hot burning sensation spreading across your rib. You looked down to your side as blood leaked down your shirt, turning the dark blue blouse a deep purple.

You looked to Connor, then towards the deviants.

“Connor, grab them!” You shouted, pushing through the pain as you rushed towards them, stumbling halfway as you caught yourself against a wall. Connor leapt towards you, helping to hold you up.

“___, you’re wounded. You need to-“

“No! I’m fine Connor, really. It’s just a flesh wound.” You grunted, pushing yourself up with all the remaining strength you had and pure stubbornness.

“No, you’re not. You’re bleeding heavily. At least let me look at it.” Connor pressed, a look of concern clear on his expression as his led glowed yellow.

“I said no, Connor! I’m fine, seriously. Look, they’re getting away!” You cried after the culprits, now sprinting down the alleyway.

“___, I don’t care about them right now; There will always be another chance to catch them. You are my main concern now. Sit down and let me look at you, please.” The android pleaded, his strong arms still holding you up.

“Connor, no…” you trailed off as Connor caught you in his arms before you hit the ground, enveloping you in a cloud of warmth and safety. His LED flashed a ring of crimson, watching the deviants make an escape. They weren’t important at the moment - keeping you alive was his mission now.

“Quiet, you need your energy.” Connor said as he analysed the wound. You watched as Connor removed his jacket, ripping a piece of fabric from his shirt to apply to your gunshot. “Can you hold this?” He asked, pressing the cloth tightly against the wound.

Wincing, you nodded as you applied as much pressure as you could. Connor scooped you up and made his way to the car, setting you down carefully in the passenger seat.

Despite his seemingly unbothered state, Connor was panicking inside; The yellow led spinning circles on his forehead told you as much. His knuckles gripped white against the steering wheel as he sped towards the hospital.

What if she doesn’t make it? He thought, glancing over at your half-conscious state. Reaching over he removed your hand, letting it fall weakly to your side as he replaced the pressure with his own hand.

One hand still on the wheel, he pulled into the hospital drop off station. Looking back at you, he raised a brow upon realising your hand was now resting on his, your thumb rubbing circles along his wrist.

Connor wasted no time in scooping you up and rushing into the bustling hospital, handing you over to the android nurses who wheeled you off for emergency surgery.

Please be alright…

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Sebastian x Reader - Headcanons Pt2

Sebastian getting freaky would include… (NSFW)

- It took this man a few weeks just to get comfortable touching you without you making the first move, it’d take him a couple months before he even suggested the idea of being intimate

- Bless his awkward emo heart

- He’d bring it up while you were cuddling on his couch one afternoon, albeit rather nervously

- “So like… I’ve been thinking… actually, never mind.”

- You’d pester him until he finally asked you

- “When are we gonna… y’know… do it?”

- He’d be blushing like crazy

- You’d grab him by the hand and drag him over towards his bed

- He’d be so, so gentle with you

- He’d make sure you got off first before worrying about himself

- The way his fingers dig into your thighs as he works his tongue on you

- He loves how you squirm beneath his touch, the dirty little moans he tugs from your lips egging him on

- When you finish all over his face, he can’t help but lick his lips

- Man is definitely a switch, on top or beneath you, as long as he gets to see your face as he fucks into you, he doesn’t care

- You just know he’s packing down there

- He’d be slow and careful as he’s pushing inside of you

- Constantly checking in on you, to make sure he isn’t being too rough

- Until of course you tell him to be rougher

- You just look so cute writhing in pleasure, clenching around his cock as he rolls against your hips

- Can’t help but bite your neck and shoulders, leaving hickeys all up your neck and across your chest

- When he finally finishes, its aftercare then cuddle time

- King of aftercare, this man will get you a warm washcloth and comfort snacks, cuddles and whatever else you need

- “That was perfect, I love you.” He’d say, kissing the top of your head as you snuggle into him

- As he gets more comfortable, he’d open up more about his kinks and fantasies

- Theres definitely a bondage kink in there, along with a choking/biting kink

- Definitely into knife play

- Always willing to try something new or any fantasies of yours

- He gets shy when suggesting something a bit more out-there

- Like that time he suggested doing it on his motorcycle

- At night

- In public

- The way you moaned as he bent you over his bike and fucked you senseless made it even better for him

- There would definitely be the occasional root in the mines when you go adventuring together, too

- This man just loves bending you over shit

- No matter how rough or kinky he gets with you though, he’s always making sure you feel safe and comfortable

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Sebastian x Reader - Headcanons Pt 1?

Dating Sebastian would include…

- He’d be a bit awkward at first, having never had a proper girlfriend before

- He’d almost be too nervous to touch you, waiting for you to make the first move

- He’s a gentleman at heart

- Of course he’d still be adorably romantic

- Within a few weeks he’d warm up to your new relationship

- He’d still hesitate to be too touchy in public, but in private was an entirely different story

- He’d be all over you

- Cuddles would be his favourite way of showing affection

-He adores when you lay on his chest, he could gaze into your eyes all day

- Surprising you when you’re alone by coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his head atop yours or against your neck

- Idc what you say, Sebastian is tall

- Kisses would be short and sweat, until they weren’t ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- All the neck kisses

- He definitely bites your lip mid kiss

- Sebastian can’t help but blurt out “I love you” every now and then

- He just finds you so cute

- So protective of you, constantly worrying when you go into the mines without him

- You know this man has explored deep into those mines to be able to get you void essence

- Of course you’re tossing obsidian and frozen tears at him

- While you mine, he stands by ready to protect you from monsters

- Scary dog privileges

- If he can’t go with you into the mines, he ensures you have at least a handful of elixirs with you

- Sebastian would dread telling his family about your relationship, knowing how much of a fuss his mother would make

- Robin loves you though, so it’s fine

- Sebastian would introduce you to his friend group early on, since you already knew Sam and Abilgail

- Game nights would be spent in Sebastian’s room with him and Sam, the three of you playing Solarion Chronicles

- Weekly hangouts at the Saloon with Sam, Abigail and Sebastian

- Sam treats you like a sibling

- Abigail liked you until she learned you had a thing going with Sebastian

- She’d come around eventually

- You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly jealous of her, too

- Sebastian chose you though so at the end of the day, you won <3

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Something Special - Sebastian x Reader

Imagine Sebastian offers to take you for a ride on his motorcycle (Pt1 / Pt2 here)

He’d put this off for a while now. Sebastian grunted as he stretched to reach a tool from the beaten toolbox placed just out of reach; this oil wouldn’t change itself.

Grease marks were splattered across his arms and hands, a stray splotch just near his eyebrow - he was sure there was some in his hair as well.

“Sebastian?” A warm voice pulled his attention away from his task, smiling when he saw who it was as he rolled out from underneath the motorcycle.

“Oh, hello ___, what you up to?” He asked, although he felt he already knew the answer given her sweaty, slightly bloodied appearance. She smiled, hands clinging to the straps of her worn backpack.

“Had some spare time so i went for a quick mining spree.” She paused, looking the powerful machine up and down. “You never told me you had a bike.”

“What, you haven’t seen my motorcycle before?” Sebastian asked, surprised. The farmer shook her head. “Hmm… I guess I haven’t shown it to you.” He wheeled himself back underneath the bike, continuing to tinker with it.

“Sometimes, after sundown, I make the long ride out of Stardew Valley… There’s nothing else like it, blazing along the empty stretch of road towards the faint city glow.”

___ knew all too well about that city glow. She’d lived right in the middle of it, trapped like a rat in a cage. That letter from her grandfather saved her, really. Led her like a moth to a flame towards a better life here, in Stardew Valley.

“Once I’ve saved up enough money, I’m going to head out on my own… to the city and beyond, just me and my bike.” Sebastian continued, the gluggy sound of flowing oil following shortly afterwards.

“There we go, oil’s changed.” He finished, wheeling out for the final time from beneath the motorcycle. He paused, glancing up at ___ nervously.

“Hey… maybe I’ll take you for a ride someday.” Sebastian offered, a hopeful look dancing in his eyes.

“To be honest, I’m kind of scared of motorcycles.” The farm girl replied anxiously, eyeing the bike with an air of caution.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” Sebastian reassured, standing up and walking over to ___, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I think I’d like that.” She smiled up at Sebastian before a stray thought stuck her. “Oh, that reminds me!” Digging through her bag, she produced a small gem-like object.

“Here, i thought you might like this.” ___ offered it to Sebastian, placing it in his open palm. His eyes lit up, a look of shock and gratitude washing over his features.

“How’d you know? This is one of my favourite things!” Sebastian spoke with amazement, eyeing the frozen tear in disbelief. “I’ve been looking for one of these for ages. Thank you.” Sebastian smiled, placing the tear in his pocket.

“I saw it and remembered you saying you liked cold things, figured it’d be something you liked.” He smiled at the thoughtful gesture, that same fluttering returning once again.

There was definitely something special about her.

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Omg if you’re open to suggestions for DBH maybe a scenario where reader has been injured in their work (maybe they’re a detective as well working for the DPD) and are insisting they’re fine and can carry on but Connor can tell they’re hurt and is worried about them?

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By the Lake - Sebastian x Reader

Imagine sitting by the lake with Sebastian at night (Pt1 / Pt2 here)

Sebastian sat at the waters edge, gazing out across the glistening waves. The cool night air sent a gentle breeze brushing past, whisking away the smoke that escaped from his parted lips.

His gaze shifted as a figure wandered towards the mines, a blue backpack slung lazily over one shoulder; what looked to be a sword nestled comfortably behind the backpack, the dark blade glistening in the pale moonlight.

He looked away as the figure turned to meet his watchful gaze, a familiar smile greeting him with warmth.

“Hi, Sebastian!” ___ called, walking over towards the lonesome man. Sebastian shifted awkwardly, though unable to suppress the subtle smile that crept across his lips. He offered a shy wave in response.

“Aren’t you cold?” The farmer asked, sitting down nearby, hugging one knee to her chest as the other lazily kicked at the water below. Sebastian shrugged, taking another puff of the cigarette between his lips.

“I mean, i prefer the cold, damp season. I feel more at home.” He took another drag of his cigarette. “It always feels a little cooler by the lake.” Sebastian picked up a stone, examining it before skipping it effortlessly across the lake, as though he’d done it a thousand times.

___ smiled, looking across the calm waters then back to the older boy.

“The cold isn’t so bad when you’re with someone.”

Sebastian looked up to meet her gaze, a rosy hue dusting across his cheeks, barely noticeable in the darkness. ___ tilted her head in amusement at his flustered state, his eyes flickering from hers to the ground and back.

“You going to the mines again?” Sebastian nodded towards the backpack now resting against the farm-girl’s side, hunched over by the weight of the sword. He seemed eager to change the topic.

“Yeah, looking for minerals. Just a quick trip!” She answered, patting the hilt of her sword; it was comically large compared to her size, the bulky weapon looking to weigh a fair bit.

“Is that obsidian?” Sebastian queried, raising a brow curiously. ___ nodded, removing it from the leather clip tethering it to her bag and handing the blade cautiously to Sebastian.

“That’s so cool…” he murmured, running a finger along the blade crosswise so as not to cut himself. “I love obsidian, I’ve always wanted to turn a piece into a dagger.”

Handing the blade back to her, Sebastian looked away. Why did he feel this way? He hardly knew her. Normally such optimism and eager-minded friendliness would turn him off a person, but with her… well, it drew him in. Something about her was just… different.

Shuffling from beside Sebastian drew his attention back as ___ ruffled through her bag, before pulling out a clump of obsidian. She smiled, offering the mineraloid to his outstretched hand.

“Wha- seriously? Thank you!” Sebastian fumbled over his words, a genuine happy smile gracing his lips for a moment. He had a beautiful smile.

“I should get going before it gets too late. I don’t want to pass out in the mines and have your mum come rescue me again.” ___ chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment before getting up and readying her backpack.

Sebastian raised a brow once more, a look of concern washing over his expression. “Yeah, try not to.” He joked, although half-heartedly; he wanted to say more, but he bit his tongue.

“I’m sure you’ll come to my rescue if need be.” ___ teased, winking before walking away, leaving Sebastian sitting there speechless. His cigarette fell from his lips, causing him to mutter frustrated curses under his breath as he snuffed the remainder of it out. When he looked up, she was gone.

You’ve reached four hearts with Sebastian. Four heart event unlocked.

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