#CONNOR MY BELOVED

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Who better to practice semi-realism on then CyberLifes #1 pretty boy, Connor?

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Foaming at the mouth I’ve been playing Detroit become human again GOD I LOVE THAT GAME dbh fans CLME BACK !!

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Realisations hit harder than coconuts

“y/n” Connor knocked on the cabin door. “you in there?” he asked once you didn’t answer.

You somehow managed to muffle an affirmation from beneath your blanket. Connor managed to open the lock and entered your cabin, finding you happily snuggled inside a blanket with a blissful smile on your face.

“Why are you sleeping on only a quarter of your bed?” he asked sitting down on the part of your bed which wasn’t filled with random stuff.

There were random papers and clothes scattered over half of you bed which you pushed away to make some space for you to take a nap.

You scooted and lay you head on his lap. It wasn’t rare for you both to take a nap together. It also wasnt rare for Connor to cuddle you while he napped, but it was rare for you to cuddle Connor while you napped.His hand immediately flew to your head to play with your hair.

You were way too tired to think about anything, leading you to nuzzle your face in to the crook of his knee. You had a blissful smile on your face at the idea of finally getting a nap.Connor found himself smiling at your peaceful expression.

He winced at the sudden pain in his chest.He rubbed the spot on his chest near his heart.

‘Why does my heart hurt all of a sudden?!’

‘Am I getting a heart attack?’

‘Oh gods I’m gonna die.’

‘I’m gonna die over here and no ones gonna find my dead body.’

‘Oh wait no. Y/n’s right here. Wait wasn’t I supposed to meet Travis in half an hour.’

Connor clicked his tongue at the thought of getting up again. He slowly lifted your head up from his lap and laid it down on a pillow beside him.

You whined at the loss of heat and the cold pillow but fell asleep soon again.

Connor ran out of your cabin sure to shut the door after he left and ran off to find his brother. He continued rubbing the skin over his heart. The ache had dulled a bit, but he still remembered how much it hurt.

When he finally found Travis it was with Percy. At this point Connor was subconsciously rubbing his chest. Travis frowned at his brother, “What’s up with you?”

“Acidity?” Percy asked raising an eyebrow at him. Connor clicked his tongue and shook his head, bringing his hand down and stuffing it into one of his pocket.

“Now what?” Percy asked the Stolls. “Now we wait.” Travis whispered.

The three were up on a tree on different branches a few feet away from the Ares cabin.

A scream left the cabin followed by the sound of someone falling down on the floor.

“Stolls!! I’m going to kill you both!!” Clarisse’s voice echoed through a 5 mile radius.

Percy jumped down from the branch he was on landing on the ground with a soft thud.

“And that’s our queue to leave.” Connor said jumping down from his branch, but he fell right down on a root which made him stumble and fall right on top of Percy.

“Connor.” Your voice chuckled behind the two boys, “Annabeth’s going to kill you if she finds you two like this.”

Travis laughed along with you while Connor got up from the awkward position he was in.

“Ew, I don’t like Percy.” Connor made a fake disgusted face to hide how extremely nervous he felt when you laughed. Even if you’re laughing at him.

Percy pushed himself up, “oh thank gods.” He dusted the soil off of him. “Hey! What’s the ew supposed to mean?”

Connor patted Percy’s shoulder, “Sorry Percy. You’re just not my type.”

You let out a laugh once again before gesturing back to Cabin 5, “You three might wanna run if you don’t wanna hang off of Clarrise’s spear like a kebab.”

That was enough to get Travis and Percy running, but Connor stayed back for a moment. “Weren’t you taking a nap?” Connor asked and the memory of you blissful smile returned to his mind along with that dull ache in his chest.

You playfully shoved Connor’s shoulder, “You know what? I was. And what a nap it was. But my mind told me after sometime, that my dumb best friend is about to pull off a very risky stunt so I should go and cover for him. Thanks for ruining my nap loser.”

The sound of a few dry leaves being crushed behind you signalled that Clarisse was catching up to Connor. He took it as his sign to start running. He saluted you with his signature trouble maker smirk and dashed off somewhere in the woods, leaving you alone wondering why you liked that smile so much.

“Where did that little squirrel run off to?” Clarisse asked standing behind you.

You turned to face her trying extremely hard to conceal the smile on your face, and succeeding too.

“Oh. I just saw it climb that tree over there.” You said gesturing to a tree beside you. “but if you don’t mind me asking Clarisse, what did that poor squirrel ever do to you?”

Clarisse was mad you knew that, you also knew that teasing her like this would just lead to her getting angrier, but you also knew that it was a lot of fun.

“That little idiot somehow got a whole layer of water over the cabin roof and then the roof broke and now my whole cabin is flooded. How did those two even manage to fill the roof up?”

“Yeah considering he’s so so so tiny. I mean I don’t even think he’s as big as my palm.”

“Y/n. Connor’s way taller than you.”

“Where’d Connor come from? I thought we were talking about the squirrel over there.”

“Oh gods Y/n, do you or do you not know where the Stolls are?”

“No I don’t. I haven’t seen them for the past 2 hours.” You lied straight through your teeth faking complete innocence. It was fun acting like you had no idea what happened just to get on Clarisse’s nerves.

Clarisse groaned and ran into the woods, the same way the three boys had gone not too long ago. But by now you had managed to stall Clarisse long enough that the three would be way out of sight for her. So you just went back to camp grounds to get to arts and crafts.

“Thanks for saving our butts back in the woods.” Connor said scooting closer to you on your table. You looked over at him only to find him sopping wet.

“You’re wet.” You stated the obvious while kneading some clay to turn it soft. Connor smiled, “Thanks I didn’t notice.”

You shook your head while smiling. “I’m guessing this had something to do with you punishment.” Connor nodded leading to tiny drops of flying from his hair and landing on you face. “Stop you’re making me wet.” You groaned pushing his face away from you. You realised what you said way too late. “No no no that’s not what I meant.” your protest didn’t stop Connor from bursting out into a laugh.

You went back to your little project trying desperately to ignore the tingly feeling in your stomach at the sight of Connor laughing. And failing miserably.

Connor stopped laughing after a while and saw you working with the clay. “What are you making?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” You simply replied.

“But you’re doing something.”

“Just because I’m doing something doesn’t necessarily mean I know what I’m doing.”

You looked at him, noticing the how he had clay smeared over various spots on his face from when you pushed him away.

“Connor.” You started. He just hummed in response, seemingly way to engrossed in the ball of clay currently in your hands. “Why are you staring at my clay like that?”

He said nothing while he grabbed the ball of clay from your hands. He started fiddling with it and you let him.

“Connor you have clay on your face.” You said smiling slightly.

“Hmm?” He said turning to you having no idea what you were talking about. And also having no idea how adorable he looked with that look innocent look on his face. And also having no idea that your heart skipped a beat every time he looked like that.

Clearing your throat to calm yourself you cleaned some clay off of his forehead with the back of your wrist. “You have clay on you face.” You whispered once again continuing to clean the clay.

Connor watched as you moved you wrist all over his face, probably having no idea how fast his heart was beating at the moment.

He prayed and hoped that you couldn’t feel how warm his face was right now. Or maybe you could. Because you were touching his face at the moment.

Wait, have you always had three shades in your eyes? Or is that was newer thing. How didn’t he notice it sooner?

Connor was hoping you’d finish cleaning the clay soon, because he thought he’d die of a heart attack if his heart didn’t stop beating so fast.

But he also did not want you to ever stop. He liked having your attention. Especially right now. And he really really liked how softly you were touching him.

“There you go.” But, alas the fates are never on Connor’s side. The clay had to be cleaned at some moment or another.

He half wanted to paint his entire face with mud or something if only you touched his cheeks like that again.

Oh gods is that creepy to think. Who thinks about their best friend this way, right?

“You might wanna go get changed. Unless you wanna die of hypothermia.” You said breaking the silence between you two.

The sun had begun to set and dinner was probably in an hour or so. There weren’t many people around you, just a few teenagers scattered here and there with some more kids who were doing their own crafts.

“I’m not really cold.” Connor whispered.

You gave him a knowing look, “You’re shivering.” Connor shook his head, “no I’m not.”

You sarcastically nodded and whispered an ok.

You looked at him again, “Go get changed Connor.” You said hitting his foot with yours.

He begrudgingly got up from his spot beside you. “You owe me.” He grumbled. You shot him a questioning look as he walked back to his cabin.

“You are acting weirder than usual today.” Travis said to him while he was at the campfire.

It had been a few hours since the whole ‘you wiped clay off of his face, and Connor could not stop his racing heart’ incident.

He was currently with his brother while you talked to one of the Aphrodite girls. He thinks her name is Aileena, but he can’t be too sure.

What he was sure about though was that you really shouldn’t get too near to the fire because the firelight made you look way too pretty and he was afraid he’ll have another heart attack.

“You’re staring.” Travis said to him while he handed him a marshmallow to toast. Connor took it from him, “no I’m not.” He denied.

Travis rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Dude, I’ve been standing at this same spot with a marshmallow in my hand for the past 3 minutes, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her for the entire time I’ve been here.”

Connor was paying his full attention to Travis but when he turned to toast the marshmallow he saw you laughing with Aileena once again and Connor could’ve sworn that that was the prettiest scene he had seen all day, if not all year.

“See see. You’re even sneaking glances right now.” Travis interjected. Connor took a deep breath and also tried to stop Travis marshmallow from being on fire.

“Ok fine maybe I just realised that my best friend, Y/n looks really pretty beside the firelight.”This led to Travis giving Connor a look that let him know that he wasn’t fully convinced.

“Or maybe I just realised that I like Y/n.” he said meekly. Travis chuckled at this,

“Took you long enough to figure that out.”

“Huh?” Connor questioned. “Everyone at camp could see that you like Y/n. everyone else but you two apparently.” Travis explained.

It took Connor a moment to register this, “wait. You mean to tell me, you knew? You knew I liked her.”

Travis was chewing his marshmallow when he placed a comforting hand on Connor’s shoulder, “Connor, I’m your older brother. I know things about you, you don’t know about yourself.”

Connor scoffed, “Oh yeah? Like what?” Travis picked up the marshmallow that Connor was holding, “You hit your head repeatedly with a coconut when you were two.”

“Even I know that’s a lie.”

“Nope.” Was Travis’s simple reply. “Well, I’m going to go get some more marshmallows.” He said getting up.

“Scoot over.” He heard your voice behind him. He did as he was told.

You were holding your own marshmallow at the moment and a blanket in another.

You sat down beside Connor, “I have a marshmallow in my hand, mind draping this over me?” you asked gesturing to the blanket that was now in your lap.

Connor nodded and draped the blanket over your shoulder carefully avoiding the sticky marshmallow. “Eat it or I’m gonna eat it.” He said gesturing at the marshmallow.

“Nooo.” You whined before popping it into your mouth.You noticed Connor shivering so you lifted up your blanket gesturing him to get in it. Connor snuggled inside your side and smiled at the warmth.

"Now I'm kinda cold." He whispered. "This is exactly the reason why I told you to get changed back then." You smirked. Connor simply chuckled and willed himself to look away from you.

Connor clicked his tongue before saying, “Travis just told me that I repeatedly hit myself on my head with a coconut when I was two.”

“I knew there was something wrong with you.” You said laughing at him. Connor chuckled, “maybe it was the coconuts fault.”

That caused you to burst out laughing.

And that was the moment Connor Stoll realised that he likes you way too much, and that he doesn’t want to stop.

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“what’s going on here?”

“assault?”

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Day 24: The Mascot 3000

[nwr77]

I've noticed a disturbing lack of Connor in my recent art (last time I drew him was March 30th), so I need to fix it <3

[disorentedfae]

Oooo maybe young time during his adventure? Maybe in the well in kakariko????(sorry I'm on a kick:(()

Srry this probably wasn’t what you were thinking but this is what you got<33

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Connor: *Picks up hammer and breaks ringing cell phone.*

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[arttuff]

this is based off the cutest panel of them. i like to think this happens often

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i can feel it coming back... the detroit become human hyperfixation

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LA BAMBA

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nick nelson my beloved 🫶

[drysaladandketchup]

for the "things you said" writing meme -- matthew/leon, 12 :)

Thank you for the request <3 I realised very quickly I have no idea what constitutes a 'mini' fic. I struggle to write 'mini' anything lol. Hopefully this still satisfies :)

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

It takes all of Matthew's willpower not to reach over and smash his phone just to shut up the alarm. All that saves his wallet and an awkward trip to the Apple store is the split-second realisation that the shrieking in his ear isn't his usual alarm.

It's a ringtone. Not his own, either.

He pries his eyes open to find the world through the window is still dark. One of the balcony doors is still ajar, letting in a cool night breeze. He's lying on his side in his own bed, the end of the all-star weekend memorialized by several aches and bruises.

His hips and ass are a little sore too, but that's unrelated. Technically.

The ringing stops. Someone huffs behind him.

Someone. Yeah, no, Matthew knows who it is. They may have met up at the bar once the media was done swarming, but Matthew was far from drunk. Painfully sober, in fact. If he's being honest with himself, he was hoping things would turn out this way.

One more time. One more moment. Because it's been a long time since they were them. Longer still since the sex was just sex, since hate became want. Matthew is strong in a lot of ways, but not against this.

"Davo." Leon's voice is low, and still gruff from sleep when he answers his phone. He sits up on his side of the bed, trying not to disturb Matthew, pulling the covers back up over Matthew's shoulder like he thinks he'll freeze to death in this balmy Florida winter.

Usually Matthew's a heavy sleeper. But never when Leon's around. He makes it impossible for Matthew to completely relax, to let time slip by. Leon's just too big of a presence, almost too much to bear. It was more important that everything linger, to bask in the strange comfort of their relationship, whatever it was. They had so little time. Even less, now.

"I know it's late. No, no, I'm not at the hotel. I'm... I'm with Tkachuk."

Leon says his last name like it's wrong, like it's rotting on his tongue.

When he corrects himself, says, "Matthew", it's better, lighter. Like it's ambrosia.

Matthew remembers when Leon Draisaitl saying his name wouldn't have meant a damn thing to him. When that simple act didn't fill him with fondness.

In the silence, Matthew can hear McDavid talking on the other end, but can't quite make out what he's saying. Matthew tucks up under the duvet, breathing quiet and even, trying to focus instead on the distant sound of waves and the ticking clock on his wall.

Ticking. Always ticking. Time bleeds out when they're together.

He doesn't even remember falling asleep last night, but he wishes he hadn't now. He wishes he'd stayed awake longer, just to... just too see him. To look Leon in the eye, to talk about everything and nothing until dawn, to feel big, too-warm hands on his body more and more and more. He wants to make sure he'll remember how Leon feels, sounds, tastes.

"Connor," Leon says, a warning, followed by a sigh. "I know. I know, okay? It was stupid, but..."

Maybe it was. Matthew has a good thing here in Florida. Better than ever. He was happy to leave Alberta behind and start over. So why did leaving make him feel like a coward?

Because leaving was about Calgary, and the Flames. About his career and his future. It wasn't about Leon. Leon was the wrench in the gears; the one thing he didn't expect to have to say goodbye to, the kind of hurt he never could have accounted for.

"I needed to see him." Leon sounds helpless. He's not the only one.

The only time he's heard Leon so lost was after his team was knocked out of the playoffs last season. The Oilers meant nothing--Matthew was pretty fucking glad considering they'd beat out the Flames--but he never wanted to hear Leon like that again.

He definitely never wanted to be the cause of it. Not like this.

Leon is still mumbling into his phone. "Yeah, I'm fine. He's... we're good. He's happy."

A hand settles on Matthew's head. Fingers play with his curls, nails scratch his scalp. A thumb presses just behind Matthew's ear, stroking the soft skin where only hours before Leon had put his lips, whispering sweetness and filth in equal measure.

It takes everything for Matthew not to groan, to whimper and surrender, roll over and climb on top of Leon and take all over again. Beg him to take something--everything--from Matthew.

"I don't know," Leon says then.

It's easy to guess what McDavid asked.

He's happy. But are you?

"I can't even tell him I still love him."

Still. Matthew didn't even know there was a before, let alone a still. Leon never said anything. Fuck, if Matthew wasn't busy trying to remember how to breathe, he'd roll over and punch him.

Then again, what did Matthew ever say? They never talked about it. Never let those closet hook-ups and slipping out back doors and little drinks and dinners and overnights excused as practical necessity be anything more than that. A bunch of chirps and half-truths and aborted discussions because it was all becoming too much. There was too much uncertainty. Too many ways it could go wrong.

It did go wrong. It became something. It became real.

Maybe that would have changed something. Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything at all. It doesn't matter now. Matthew left, and neither of them said a word about things like love, because it was easier to hope it would shrivel and die with distance and time.

"I know I'm being stupid." Leon pauses when McDavid interrupts, then huffs. "No, I am. Fuck, I really thought I'd get over it. Maybe I will. Eventually."

Don't you fucking dare, you piece of shit, Matthew wants to scream.

"Not sure I can, though." Leon swallows so loud Matthew can hear it. Then quieter, like he's not sure he's even allowed to admit it, he says, "I don't really want to."

He's still playing with Matthew's hair, occasionally dragging a finger over his bare shoulder or down his back, tracing imaginary lines across Matthew's flesh. Like he's something to be memorized and cherished.

They're both so fucking stupid. Matthew bites his lip and tries not to choke on the lump in his throat. Could be his heart, climbing right up and out of his mouth. He clings to the sheets with shaking hands.

"I'm not going to fuck up what he's got here," Leon says tiredly, voice thick with tension and pathetic resignation.

Leon's not here to drag him back. He wouldn't do that. So why is he here? Just to torture them both? Being with him doesn't feel like torture. It feels like winning. It feels like defiance and decadence and too much and not enough. It feels like what could have been and what could still be.

He didn't find Leon at that bar and bring him home out of pity, or nostalgia, one last fuck for old times sake. It was... it just was. Not an ending. Not some final goodbye. Proof maybe there could still be something. Getting over it was never an option, Matthew knew that well before he stepped onto the ice as a Panther and found himself staring Leon down all over again.

Matthew's vision is blurring. His eyes sting, warm and wet. There's blood pounding in his ears, and a hand clutching his heart, a vice around his lungs. He hardly remembers how to breathe.

He doesn't catch the rest of Leon's conversation, except something about meeting Connor back at the hotel tomorrow. Meaning he's staying the night, at least. He's staying.

When Leon hangs up the phone, Matthew finally comes up for air. He relaxes his shoulders, listening to the soft thump as Leon taps his phone against his forehead over and over. Then it clatters on the side table. Leon sighs, sniffs, and sinks back under the covers. He tucks right up against Matthew's back, still burning like a furnace, soft muscle and skin brushing Matthew's spine in all the right ways.

He throws an arm around Matthew and finds one of his hands, worming his fingers through the gaps to hold it. His palm is sweaty, not that it matters at all to Matthew. He can't help squeezing Leon's hand a little, but if Leon notices, he doesn't say a word.

Not until he's wrapped tight around Matthew, near suffocating, like any part of them that isn't touching is a sin.

"Love you," Leon mumbles, barely more than a whisper, pressing his lips right to the base of Matthew's neck. Matthew's body can't seem to decide whether to shiver or melt under the heat.

Leon says it like it's inevitable. Painful. Pitiful.

What he's saying is, I'm sorry I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I'm sorry I don't know how to say it now. I'm sorry it's too late, it's the wrong place, the wrong time.

Like he doesn't think Matthew could ever understand. And that's the worst part of it all. They're still not on the same page. Tearing down what they never built.

If Leon's only brave enough to say it when Matthew's asleep, then Matthew will just have to be brave enough to say it in the light of day. He doesn't run, and he won't now that he knows he doesn't have to.

He stares into the night outside his window, listening to Leon breathe, feeling his heart beat through Matthew's chest like that's where it longs to be.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow maybe they can stop chasing time long enough to make the most of what they have. To make up for what they've wasted. And whatever happens after, well, maybe they can stop being afraid of that, too.

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KIT CONNER AND RACHEL ZEGLER AS ROMEO AND JULIET??? THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL