#Connor imagine

[talesofesther]

a touch of emotion

Connor x Reader

Summary: After the meeting with Kamski, Connor feels conflicted and lost, luckily you're there to hold his hand through it.

A/N: DBH is one of my main comfort games, and it was about time I wrote a little something for my favorite boy from it. If anyone would like to see more of Connor here, let me know. <3

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"Why didn't you shoot?" Hank inquires, narrowing his eyes inquisitively.

"I just saw that girl's eyes… And I couldn't…" Connor answers back, his voice edging on desperate. "That's all."

A howling wind prickles your skin like tiny needles. It was such a cold day, no wonder you hadn't been keen on coming out here today. Leaning back on the hood of Hank's car and pulling your coat tighter around yourself, you watch from afar as Connor tries to justify his choice, even if it had been the right one to make.

He intrigues you. Because for someone who keeps saying he's just a machine trying to accomplish a task, he acts way more human than a lot of people you know. Even on the day you'd met him, he was already all curious and talkative, you couldn't recall meeting any android like him before.

Connor has changed ever since you started working together, you realize it now more than ever. He's becoming softer, personality starting to shine through the cracks as his decisions become increasingly emotionally driven.

"Cyberlife's last chance to save humanity, is itself a deviant."

Kamski's words echoed inside your mind, as did Connor's panicked and distressed expression when he promptly denied it. Ironic, you think to yourself; he shouldn't feel as troubled as he does if what Kamski said is not true.

And that same feeling now lingers. Once they were done talking, Hank took a few steps away to make a call, most likely to the precinct judging by the scowl on his face; and Connor can't stand still, he's pacing around, fidgeting with the cuffs of his blazer as the snow shifts under his feet. There's a permanent frown on his eyebrows, he looks almost… lost, his LED with an insistent yellow color and gaze unfocused on the distance.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, torn between reaching out to him or keeping to yourself. The snow falls heavier now, and you can feel the tips of your fingers slowly going numb. You've always liked the cold, yet it seems the cold doesn't like you.

Between the snow, the frozen lake, and the white horizon of the frigid weather, Connor stands out. He's holding onto his own arms, hugging himself, and you find it endearingly human, as if he's subconsciously trying to find a way to comfort himself.

You lay your palms flat on the hood of the car and push yourself away, walking up to him before you can think things through. The snow crunching under your feet doesn't seem to call his attention. "Connor?" You say gently, reaching out to him with your hand but stopping short of actually touching him. You hesitate. When did he start making you nervous?

"You okay?"

Those warm and tender brown eyes of his regard you with curiosity, lips half parted as he struggles on what to say. The LED on his temple switched from blue to yellow and blue again. "I- yes. I think I'm fine." Snowflakes are clinging to his hair and falling softly onto the skin of his cheeks; they compliment his features, always so gentle.

You offer him a small, comforting smile. He's still figuring himself out. It was okay, you were patient.

"I'm… sorry," Connor begins again, avoiding looking you directly in the eyes. He purses his lips and closes his eyes for a moment longer, and you doubt you've ever seen any android be this expressive.

"I compromised our investigation," he pauses, "I should have been more efficient." And reprimands himself.

You're shaking your head before he's even done talking. "No, don't say that," you take a step closer to him as your heart holds your reasoning hostage, one hand wrapping around Connor's wrist to keep him with you. "Don't say that when you've made the right choice, Connor."

There was a beat, Connor's face does something complicated that you cannot read, and when he looks up at you again, his gaze is almost too much. The amount of emotion he looked at you with nearly made you choke on air.

"But… we didn't learn anything." His voice is quiet, barely there, as if he doesn't care for his own argument and is only looking for an excuse to hear more of your voice.

"I don't care," the words fall from your lips before you can debate if you should even be saying them out loud at all.

Connor seems surprised, caught off guard as his eyebrows raise just slightly at how fast and true you spoke. His eyes keep searching your face for… something. You couldn't be sure of what exactly he was looking for. Maybe even he doesn't know yet.

Your heart stumbles on your chest when you see Connor gulping and his eyes avoiding yours again. Only then do you realize that the hand you held his wrist with had drifted lower, your fingers now gently grazing his palm. His skin feels comfortingly warm and soft, a pleasant touch sending goosebumps down your spine.

It was all foreign territory to him, you knew it, felt it in the way he tried timidly closing his fingers around your own. His movements are slow, uncertain, and tentative, bordering on afraid.

How naive of you, to be having such feelings for an android. Yet when he's the most caring, honest, endearing, and gentle person you know, how could you not?

Hank told you once; "I think you're breaking our android huh." He'd said it right after Connor had gone through the trouble of finding an umbrella just so you didn't have to stand under the heavy rain, even if you tried telling him you didn't mind. And you'd taken it as a joke back then, not really understanding the hidden meaning behind your older partner's teasing look.

Yet as you hold onto Connor's hand now, feeling the way his thumb shyly brushes your skin, you wonder if he feels it too, if he's willing to feel the same as you do. If you could dare to hope.

"All I care about," you speak slow and careful, syllables heavy on your tongue. You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as tender as you feel. "is that… that you didn't let him manipulate you, that you followed your heart." You bring your free hand up to his chest, right on top of where you can faintly feel his thirium pump working overtime.

Connor looked to be about to speak, perhaps to try and correct you about your choice of words, yet all he does is open and close his mouth, eyes trained on yours and LED swirling with a permanent yellow color. For a moment you wonder if he's analyzing you, and worry about what he may find. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly; you don't think he realizes he's doing it.

"I'm glad you didn't pull the trigger, Connor. I'm proud of you."

It's barely a second, his LED flashing red before going back to yellow and eventually, slowly, blue; but you see it. He blinked a couple of times as if processing your words or how to feel about them.

"I-" Connor's eyes seem hazy, their tender brown only a thin ring around his blown pupils. His fingers now tangle with yours. "I feel-"

"Alright kids, let's go." Hank's voice sounds all too loudly as he unintentionally breaks the bubble that cocooned you and Connor. "Fowler wants us back in the precinct." The lieutenant speaks with an annoyed undertone as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket.

You're still caught up in the feeling of Connor's skin on yours, in how you're now so hyper-aware of just how close he's standing to you. Connor, it seems, isn't much different.

When there's no answer, Hank finally looks your way and gestures you over; "come on, get a move on, I don't wanna hear another lecture about arriving late," he insists, before plopping himself into the driver's seat, murmuring something about damn love-birds.

Despite the cold, you can feel a warmth coming up to your cheeks. Without mustering the courage to meet Connor's gaze, you focus on the way his hand fits so perfectly with yours. His fingers are awkwardly intertwined with yours, holding strong and gentle at the same time.

Connor seems reluctant to let go. It hits you that perhaps he won't. You could dwell on a thousand reasons of why, or not think at all and simply bask in the feeling. But right now time isn't on your side.

You take a deep breath, and risk a glance up at him.

Any words you were about to say suddenly feel clogged up in your throat. Oh, Connor tilts his head in that endearing way you're so fond of, yet the look in his eyes is one you've never caught before; you can't name it, it feels dangerous to try, but he looks as if he just realized something.

"Come on," you tug on his hand, just about managing the timid words, "we have to go."

Connor follows quietly, his hand steady on yours until you reach the car and are forced to part.

As Hank drives, you watch Connor through the rearview mirror; there's a newfound lightness to him, a warmth to his eyes that makes you feel fuzzy inside. And when he catches your gaze, and smiles, you know he feels it too.

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a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3

anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

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temperature irregulation ♥︎

hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.

it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.

“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”

you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”

hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”

[interrupted] routine ♥︎

every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.

you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.

connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.

you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.

stimming with pressure ♥︎

hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”

a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.

your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”

“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”

taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”

“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”

you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”

“i weigh quite a bit more than—”

“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”

maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.

you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.

sensory overload ♥︎

the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.

connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”

your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”

you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.

the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”

trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.

letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”

he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].” 

verbal shutdown ♥︎

it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.

the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.

you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.

none of them work.

when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”

you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”

a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”

a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”

you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎

“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”

that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.

you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”

you nod, “needed that. thank you.”

“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”

connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions. 

“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”

“had a nice dream.”

“hank is wearing yellow.”

“it’s such a pretty day today!”

“too much noise.”

“gavin cut his hair.”

you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”

connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”

you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”

the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.

——♥︎—— for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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Hi:) can I request a dbh connor x reader fluff? It can be anything you are comfortable with, I only carve for a cute, , nervous, blushing Connor :’)

Hi! Thank you for your request :) I apologize for this late publish, i was taking a quite long break but i still hope you’ll be happy to read this and enjoy it, i had much fun to write this cute imagine btw!

Blushing mess || Connor x gender neutral reader

Warnings: slight cursing but just fluff

(remind me if I missed any)

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Y/N’s pov:

I was awoken from my sleep, by my annoying alarm, as i rolled onto my other side, reaching out my arm and lazily turning it off, letting out a groan of frustration. Another day of work was waiting for me and i was already not having it. So much shit has been going on lately and it seems like everyone is expecting way too much from me.

I’m surprised Hank is pretty understanding when it comes to my situation, usually he’s a big jerk but we built a good and steady friendship, which lead us to being great work buddies if i’m being honest. He can still be a pain in the ass sometimes.

I sat up on my bed, my mind wandering off to think of one special person. Well, he’s not a person, Connor is more likely a machine, one of the androids to be exact. He has been assigned to work with Hank but they don’t get along very well, i’m full of hope it’ll change any time soon though.

I felt a smile forming to my face, just thinking about him. Connor is probably one of the main reasons i still enjoy work, don’t get me wrong i actually learned to like my job, he just makes it a lot better. I couldn’t help but feel interested in him, he’s not just good looking but i started a liking in his personality too.

I reached a different type of motivation for this day and decided to get ready and have some breakfast. I didn’t notice how fast time was moving forward, so that’s when i rushed out of the house and grabbed some coffee on the way to my working place.

Arriving at the police department central station, i got out of my car, reaching the entrance. I walked in and took a sip of my still warm drink. I greeted my coworkers as friendly as i could be and finally took my seat across from Hank.

“Morning Y/N”, he spoke, gazing up at me from his computer. “Good morning Hank.”, i replied in a somewhat really nice tone, noticing he wasn’t in such a bad mood today. Kind of suspicious if you ask me.

“Oh good morning Y/N. It’s nice to see you again.”, i heard a familiar voice saying, seeing Connor back at Hanks side. “Good morning to you too Connor. It looks like you’re being positive, huh?”, i said, my eyes never leaving him. I’m not quite sure but i could bet i just heard Hank letting out a scoff.

“If Lieutenant Anderson hasn’t told you yet, we got some news for one of the deviants, it seems like he has been spottet somewhere and we’re about to investigate the location. I did a good job myself.”, Connor explained and earned an unamused glance from Hank, who wasn’t too happy about Connor’s own praise.

“Well, sounds great! You guys should inspect and move forward then. I probably got lots of work to finish here.”, i said, expressing the last sentence in a bored tone. “Actually, we want you to come with us on the mission today.”, Connor replied, trying to hide the fact, that his lips formed into a small smile.

“Yea. More like you. It was your idea Connor.”, Hank stated, letting out a huff. He was obviously exposing him there. “What? Uh, maybe i just don’t mind some help.”, he defended himself, blocking off any accusations, even though his face was slightly flushed. Androids could in fact blush, they’re designed so much like humans, it’s crazy.

And I myself couldn’t help but grin at the situation in front of me. “It’s alright guys, i’m glad to come with you. I rather be out from this place anyways.”, i stood up, waiting for them both to return the act, so we could go.

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On the ride to the spot, it was mostly quiet. Connor was the only one who began to talk a lot, explaining everything about the deviant he found out and it was honestly interesting, but i could see from the passenger seat that Hank was annoyed by hearing all of this again.

it didn’t take too long though and Hank finally parked the car. I took a look out of the window, seeing an old house, the color was already coming off and it seems like the people living there didn’t care much about it.

After my small inspection, i opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Hank was on his way to the front porch, as i heard another door close behind me. I turned my head, to find Connor right next to me. Was he waiting for me the whole time or why was he still sitting in there?

“The deviant is supposed to hide here. I just know an old couple is living there.”, he spoke up still looking forward, his gaze fixed on the house, before he decided to lock eyes with me. I almost forgot how beautiful they looked.

“Well, makes sense then, that no one took care of it.”, i responded, quickly turning my attention back to Hank, where i was about to walk off to anyway, but i was stopped when i felt a hand gently wrapped around my underarm. “I should mention, Y/N. You look very pretty today.”, Connor nervously smiled at me. I wasn’t even able to respond, cause he was gone in a second.

I don’t think i would’ve ever expected this. He couldn’t even keep the eye contact, was he that nervous? Little did i know, he was practicing how he was going to confront me about it the whole car ride. I like this side of him though.

I was so stuck in my mind, i didn’t even notice anything around me, till- “Y/N! Are you coming now!”, Hank screamed me out of my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, realizing they’re both waiting for me. I jogged up to them, my eyes landing on Connor who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You need to-“, “Pay attention, yea yea. I literally just zoned out for a second, it’s not that deep Hank.”, i interrupted his sentence, cause i already knew what he was going to try to lecture me about again. He only sighed at me in response, as i slid past him to enter the house.

“And now? Where is everyone?”, i asked in confusion, us three standing in a completely empty, old fashioned furnished house. “Yea, if you would’ve paid attention earlier, you would’ve known by now.”, Hank responded in his usual sassy voice. “Oh come on Hank, just inform me, instead of going on with ur childish games”

“Nobody responded to our knocks, Y/N. They didn’t open the door, so Hank kicked it in.”, Connor replied instead, a soft expression on his face. I gave Hank a weirded out look, as he shrugged his shoulders. Who cares if he was even allowed to do any of this, i just quickly wanna get this over with.

“Okay, you know what? I will search everything down here. You two, go upstairs.”, Hank commands, already walking away from this scene. I spun around, taking a look at Connor, who watched Hank closely with narrowed eyes.

“Let’s get going, Connor.”, i said, preceding to get up the staircase. He followed shortly behind, as his voice could be heard really close to me. “Hank is pretty hotheaded. He’s somehow always mad at everyone.”, “He got a very short tempter. It’s like he’s always mad at the world.”, i replied.

Connor nodded his head, before i decided to enter one of the rooms. My hand had a tight grip on my gun, that my belt was holding, but it wasn’t needed, the room was just as empty as the rest of the house.

Connor scanned the entire room as he suddenly crouched down, reaching out his arm. I watched as his fingers touched the blue liquid on the floor as he took a taste of it. I’m used to him doing this but i still scrunch up my face every time. “The androids blood is still fresh, he must’ve been here just a few minutes ago.”, he said.

My eyes were wide, interested in what he had to say. “And maybe he saw the cop car and us approaching the house. He probably fled cause he was too afraid to face the situation.”, Connor added to it as i crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Well, wouldn’t you do the same.”, i said with a slight smirk on my face, to which he was taken back. A nervous expression was painted all over his face once again, making my smile just grow wider. “I guess you’re right, Y/N.”, he replied, in a soft voice.

He had such a warm and welcoming look on his face as his eyes were fixed on me. You could say i was melting right on spot, trying not to show it too much. I could see his led on his face turning yellow for a moment, meaning he was just scanning me.

He quickly looked away though, now staring at the ground, which gave me the opportunity to silently watch him. He hasn’t said anything about what he has found out. Was I showing signs of anxiety? Most definitely.

“What’s wrong Connor? Are you nervous?”, i boldly asked, making him raise his head. “Nervous? Oh i was just-“, “You don’t have to lie to me, Connor.”, i chuckled, taking a step closer to him.

His cheeks were flushed and i could swear my heart was racing at this point. I’ve never had a guy being this cute, i also never had something going on with an android, nor have i ever felt anything for one. But with Connor it’s different.

And i wasn’t the only one who was all up in my mind, Connor seemed like his thoughts were overflowing. I may regret this forever now or my future me will be thankful i did this, when i decided to reach for his hand. My fingertips touched his skin as i grabbed his soft hand, my thumb slowly moving over the back of it.

His face was only turning into a deeper red tone and i wasn’t even able to read it. His eyes turned even softer if that’s possible and they were staring right into mine. My knees felt weak, but at least they could still hold my weight, right?

Connor on the other hand looked like he didn’t know what to do at all. I was in charge of the situation, which i myself couldn’t believe with a man like him. But it’s not like i didn’t enjoy any of this. Instead i moved closer to his body, till i could feel his breath, till our lips were only a few inches apart.

Soon to be, there was no space between us left anymore. Our lips finally touched and i was taken by surprise of how good his lips felt on mine. Connor’s lips moved smoothly against my own, my hand moving to the back of his head. I gently took a hold of his wrist, guiding his hand to my waist, placing it right there.

I didn’t know that androids could have such soft lips, due to my lack of experience with them. Connor probably hasn’t had any of them yet, but he’s even cuter this way. I never would’ve thought, that i would make the first move.

The kiss lasted for a good while, but someone just had to ruin it. “Hey guys, have you found-“, Hank rushed into the room, cutting off his own sentence when he saw the scene in front of him. We broke apart real fast as i spun my head around, facing the disappointed Hank.

“Hank we can explain-“, Connor tried to talk, but was now the one to be cut off. “Really?”, Hank said all bored, shaking his head. I could hear out the sarcasm though, he wasn’t mad at us for doing this. “And i thought this would never happen.”, he continued. Right, he was just mad it didn’t happen any sooner.

[where-dreamers-go]

“Bingo” DBH RK800 Connor x Human!Reader

(A/N: Oh, hey! I found an unfinished Connor insert reader and did the thing. And I have no idea when I typed this, maybe four years ago.

Warnings: language.

Word Count: 720 words)

Many things and people could irritate a person. Some times those were situations. Other times you were irritated by someone’s repetitive display of aggravation of a being’s mere presence.

A shift in the department seemed regular as ever. Paperwork and people moving about around you.

Only one of those were you tired of. Gavin Reed.

Good at his job? Sure, but he had no reason to be as rude as he was to Connor from CyberLife.

Connor, however analytical, was sweet. That not you would admit as much out loud in the precinct. Especially not to his assigned partner. You would never hear the end of it.

You weren’t normally the one to step up in a social situation you weren’t at least a little involved in, however you were one for subtleties. Plus, you just couldn’t stand by and watch it happen. Not any more.

Was that not something humans needed to do more of, helping one another?

Previously mentioned Reed spotted the android, alone.

How did you know?

The look of uncomfortable disgust on the detective’s face.

It was when you saw Reed making a beeline towards Connor, that you made your move. Rising from your seat, your feet lead you towards the break room. Smooth, silent, and thankfully fast.

Reed had already approached Connor with his back to you and his arms crossed in front of him.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be or are you doing coffee runs too?” Reed sneered.

“Lieutenant Anderson said that he required a large amount of caffeine. I offered my assistance.” Connor answered with what had to be a hot cup of coffee in one hand.

“So it looks like you’ve gained rank as a coffee dis—.”

“Excuse me, Connor,” you stopped about two steps from Reed’s side. “May I ask your help with something?” You gestured back towards your desk.

“Of course, detective,” Connor sent you a minuscule smile before looking back to Reed. “Pardon me, detective. Perhaps you would like to continue discussing caffeinated beverages later?”

“Hell no. Get lost, plastic.” Reed made a noise of disgust as he walked away.

One triumphant smile on your face and you were practically prancing back to your desk with Connor in tow.

By the time you reached your work station, Connor was giving you a focused look.

“What is it that you need help with?”

“Nothing that I know of,” you leaned your hip against the desk.

“Then why did you ask me for help?” He tilted his head.

“Well….puzzle piece number one, Reed is a jerk to you. Piece number two, I don’t think anyone should be treated that way and three,” you picked up a pen, “I’ve already finished a good portion of my paperwork.”

Connor’s eyes squinted in the slightest as his LED flickered.

“Your conclusion?”

“You wanted me to avoid a confrontation with Detective Reed.”

“Bingo.” You tapped the end of the pen to your nose.

“But,” his LED switched to yellow for a moment. “Why would you do that? I can handle many human interactions.”

“Because I felt like I needed to.” You shrugged and fiddled with the pen in your grasp.

“Oh.” The tiniest frown made it way onto Connor’s perfectly sculpted face.

Smiling at him came easily because of the way he tried understanding and yet not quite getting to the core of humans’ feelings. It was adorable.

“Connor.”

Lieutenant Anderson’s voice caught both Connor’s and your attention.

“Are you going to stand there all day chatting or give me my damn coffee and get back to work?”

“Sorry, Lieutenant.” Connor took long strides to the desk and gave him the cup.

You watched their exchange with an amused smile.

“Lieutenant Anderson, did you have breakfast this morning?” You asked.

“No. Why?” He frowned over the rim of the coffee cup.

You stretched over to the other end of your desk and retrieved a breakfast bar. “I got extra.” You held up the food. “It’s the good kind.”

“I’m not picky. Thanks.”

After exchanging glances with Connor, you tossed the wrapped bar. He caught it swiftly and handed it over to the Lieutenant.

“Connor, yah better not tell me what’s in it.”

“I-I wasn’t.”

You chuckled at the two and sat behind your desk feeling more accomplished than having your paperwork completed.

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pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

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“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety. 

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers. 

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction. 

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state. 

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment. 

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him. 

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands. 

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

[prismuffin]

dbh connor x reader showering together🫶🏽 i think he’d offer to wash ur back and hair and he super gentle while doing it🥴

Tbh never got the appeal of showering together BUTTTT anyways lol I think that-

Initially he’d be pretty iffy on showering with you and you’d make a joke about him being afraid of short circuiting. He quickly reminds you that androids are completely waterproof and you just snicker. After a while though he caves and hops in with you. It’s nicer than he initially thought though you do tease him a bit. He’d for sure wash your back for you and if you’d like he’d even wash you hair, making sure to scrub your scalp correctly. It’s honestly so comforting how careful his hands are on you as he lathers the soap across your back. Overall, it’d be a pretty wholesome experience unless you wanted it to take a more intimate turn. Afterwards he’s wrapping you up in the softest of towels, giving you loads of forehead and cheek kisses as you both dry off.

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To be human (Reader!Anderson x Connor/RK800)

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Connor came to a halt, seeing someone sit at Hank’s desk. She sat atop of his desk which was highly inappropriate. Connor adjusted his tie, his Led flickering between blue and red. He firmly walked up to the desk to give the girl a lesson in manners. – “I beg your pardon, but sitting on a desk is highly inappropriate. It increases bad posture.” – he said with a point with his finger. – “Besides this is not your desk. If you were to wait for Lieutenant Anderson, I suggest the waiting room in the front would be more suitable.” – he had come standing before you. You smiled as it confused the android for a moment. You hopped off the desk, coming to stand before him. 

“So you are the droid Cyberlife send.” – you said, taking in his features very detailed. – “I’ve heard all about you.” – you tilted your head a bit to the side. Indeed you had heard so much about him, just not how extremely handsome he was. God, the one that created him sure knew what they were doing. Such dreamy features it made your heart thump just a bit louder. – “The waiting room if you please.” – Connor insisted politely. – “Yet I am more comfortable waiting here.” – you answered. – “I will not ask again. The waiting room if you require Lieutenant Anderson.” – he straightened his posture, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Y/n!” – you turned your head, seeing Hank approach arms open. – “Father!” – you exclaimed walking up to him. Connor staring in a state of shock at you hugging his partner. His led flickering a bright yellow at the newly information he just received. – “I see you’ve met Connor.” – your father spoke, returning to his desk with you. – “I hope he’s been polite to you.” – Hank gave Connor a glare. – “I must apologize I was not aware of this inf-“ – he said as you cut him off. – “He has been well mannered.” – you spoke over him with a warm smile. 

Hank sat himself down as you came leaning against his desk near him. Connor sitting hesitantly down. His eyes fixated on you. Scanning and observing every little detail of your feature. If he looked closely, he could see resemblances with Lieutenant Anderson. Dececting you would probably look more similar to your mother than him. You noticed Connor staring at you, his led flickering. – “What is he doing?” – you asked your dad. Hank turned his head sighing loud. 

“He’s scanning you.” – he said snapping his finger in front of Connor. – “Hey! Droid cut it out!” – he made clear as Connor blinked slowly coming back. – “We have a case to work on.” – he tapped his finger on Connor’s desk that aligned with his. – “Well, well If it isn’t Y/n Anderson.” – looking over your shoulder you saw Gavin approach. – “And I’m off.” – you called out. You gave your father a kiss on his forehead. Avoiding Gavin on your way out.

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You hadn’t heard from your father the entire day. It was night and you started to worry a bit. He didn’t pick up his phone or anything. You decided to go to the station, in the hope to find him there, working late hours. The station was nearly empty. Deserted at such an ungodly hour. A few late workers sitting at their desk or walking around with files in their hands. You exhaled disappointed seeing your dad’s desk was once again abandoned. 

You walked over, sitting down in his chair to wait. Minutes ticked by as you started to get bored. Staring at the few pictures that hung at his board. You flipped up a letter seeing a picture of you and your dad when you were just a kid. No wonder Connor didn’t know you were his daughter when you first met him months ago. He had hidden that information for him. Sighing loud, you lowered the letter to shield the picture away once more. 

Rolling the chair to the side, you took a look at Connor’s neatly tied up desk. You got up, going around. Letting your fingers go over the desk which he would’ve touched numerous times. The door opened as it startled you. Making you run back to your dad’s desk. The last thing you wanted was for Connor to know you were crushing on him.

A human crushing on an android. Where in the world would that fit. Some would find it inhuman, but you couldn’t deny how he made you feel. To your disapproval it was only Gavin entering. The moment he saw you, he went over. – “Ah Y/n! Finally here to see me.” – he said, looking all smug. You rolled your eyes. – “In your dreams Gavin.” – you answered. – “Aww c’mon Y/n, I know you’re here to see me.” – he came closer as you wanted to walk away, but he wouldn’t let you. Whichever side you took, he was there to block you. 

“Real mature Gavin.” – you called out annoyed. – “I haven’t eaten yet…” – he started closing in on you. You got backed up against your father’s desk with little escape. – “I thought we could share a meal, have a drink, call it a date.” – he added making you look disgusted away. – “Gavin, I would appreciate it if you let me pass.” – you told him loud and clear. 

He only chuckled moving his hands over to you. The moment his hands touched your hip, you fought with your hands to keep him back. – “Don’t be such a bore Y/n, I know you want this.” – he called out, touching you as you kept pushing his grabby hands off you. Off your shoulders, arms, and hip.

“Gavin!” – you said wanting to escape but there was no way out. Cornered by him. – “Gavin, stop!” – you called out giving him a hard push. He was smiling, finding himself amusing with the hold he had over you. – “Hands off!” – both of you suddenly heard loud and clear. Both turned your head seeing Connor walk in a firm pace over. Gavin groaned annoyed at Connor’s presence. – “Stay out of this robot. Why don’t you be a good android and make me a coffee.” – Gavin responded. Connor grabbed Gavin tight by his shoulder, pushing him off you. 

Your eyes widened seeing his led flickering a bright red. – “You’ve been pissing me off for a long time, I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands off Y/n.” – Connor called out with a glare. Seeing him like this, did something to you. It made you take a deep breath to control the butterflies in your stomach that were bouncing around without a warning. – “You little shit!” – Gavin insulted ready to throw a punch. Connor ducked, avoiding being hit. Still low, he punched Gavin in his stomach. Shocked, you watched as Gavin dropped to the ground, groaning in pain. Connor turned his head, looking at you. The red in his led having settled for blue once more. – “Are you alright? I detect an increase in your heartbeat.”

You quickly nodded. Hoping so bad he wouldn’t detect the beating of your heart was not out of fear, but out of admiration for him. What he just did making you fall even deeper for him. – “Whe…where is my dad?” – you asked Connor, staring. – “Lieutenant Anderson decided to go home after we were done with the crime scene. He spoke about filing the report tomorrow. Should I escort you home?” – he answered dutiful. 

Gavin got up to his feet, pulling you towards him. His little action made Connor clench his hand into a fist. Ready to throw another punch if he had to. – “I’ll take you home.” – he insisted. – “No thank you.” – you responded, taking your arm back. – “I prefer Connor to take me home.” – You walked over to Connor, standing beside him. – “You would prefer an android over me?” – Gavin shouted frustrated. – “Yes.” – you answered. Connor quirking up a little smile. Connor gave Gavin an expression full of mockery before going back outside with you. 

The temperature had dropped, snow dartling down from the sky. – “I must apologize, I walked here since no buses ride this late and my car is in the garage for maintenance.” – you explained, wanting to let him know what he was in for. – “No problem, Y/n. Walks are very good for your health. I would even suggest to take a long route to keep the blood circulation running which will be rewarding when you get older.”

You chuckled at his overshared information. – “How about we just take the short route to stay warm?” – you suggested. – “Very good idea Y/n.” – he responded. Both of you started walking, heading in the direction of your home. Knowing your dad would be home before you. Connor was looking at you after a while. His eyes scanning your expression, your hands and the chill running down your spine. – “You are cold.” – he concluded. 

You looked at him coming to a stop. – “Yes, but It’s not that far anymore.” – you answered. – “I suggest I use my hands to warm yours. You see I have a heat feature. Allow me to switch it on for you since normally I would not require this setting in my performance of work.” – He offered holding his hand out to you. – “Oh Connor you don’t have to...” – waving your hands in front of you. Connor’s led flickered. – “Already done.” – he told you taking your hand. 

You fell silent, suddenly flustered with him holding your hand. – “Comfortable?” – Connor asked curious. It was indeed comfortable, not only the warmth from his hand, but simply holding it as well. If only he knew how harder, he made you fall for him by acting like this. You nodded seeing him smile. Continuing your walk, Connor made sure your hands were warm as he didn’t want you to freeze before reaching your house.

Hank opened the door, frowning at Connor by your side. – “I took the liberty of escorting your daughter home Lieutenant.” – Connor spoke as you stepped up to your dad. – “Thanks.” – Hank answered unsure what to think, stepping aside for you to enter. – “Bye Connor. Thank you for your kindness.” – you said cheerful. – “Goodbye Y/n.” – Connor answered cheerful. Hank grunting irritated at Connor. Bothered slightly that his daughter and his partner were somehow bonding. 

Hank shut the door in Connor’s face, having seen enough of him today. – “Y/n why did Connor take you home?” – he wanted to know. – “I was waiting for you at the station, but you never showed.” – you yelled from within another room. Hank puffed brief, looking down at Sumo. – “What?” – he asked the dog bothered. Sumo laid his head back down. You went to bed as did your father, exhausted. Early in the morning you woke up, hearing your father’s annoying ringtone. It has been ringing four times and still he didn’t pick up. You groaned squeezing your pillow over your ears. 

“Dad! Your phone!” – you shouted from your room. There was no response as you had enough of it. Agitated you jumped out of your warm bed, swinging your door open. His phone was ringing again in the kitchen as you knew he left it there on purpose. – “Yes!” – you answered bitsy. – “He’ll be there.” – you made clear after receiving some information to pass on. Hanging up, you groaned sleepy. – “Dad!” – you called out, knocking loudly on his door. You could hear him snore from across the door.

“Dad! Wake up!” – you knocked louder, finally hearing him wake. You barged into his room, going straight for his closet. You threw some clothes at him that startled him. – “Get up, you have work.” – you told him, switching the light on. He groaned annoyed and still sleepy. You went back into your room to get dressed for yourself. Knowing he was in no state to go over like this. Passing his room once more, you banged your fist against the door. – “You better be getting dressed!” – you warned making Sumo lift his head up. – “Sorry Sumo.” – you said, giving the dog a good scratch. 

While you were preparing coffee opened the door to your father’s bedroom. Seeing his jacket was put on wrong. – “Honestly dad.” – you sighed coming over. You pulled his jacket off, turning it inside out to the right side. – “Sorry.” – he mumbled clearly still exhausted. You understood in a way as those deviant cases wore him out. You returned to the kitchen filling a cup with coffee for on the road. – “Come on, they are waiting for you.” – grabbing him by the arm, you pulled him to the car with you. You gave him the coffee before driving off. Hank yawned as you filled him in with the little information you got from the phone call. Your dad in the worst morning mood you ever saw.

Already blinded by the red and blue lights, parked you the car. Your dad got out grumpy as you got out as well. He nearly stumbled over his feet in the snow. – “Dad please.” – you sighed, holding him upright by his arm. You led him to the entrance of the building, pulling the tape line over your head. Inside were you greeted with camera flashes and blood splashed against the wall. Hank waved you away, muttering for you to leave. – “Y/n, what are you doing here?” – Connor appeared from around a corner, looking curious at you. 

“I had to bring him.” – you pointed at your father. You watched him look agitated and bothered at others. – “Sorry he’s in a bad mood.” – you whispered to Connor. – “I appreciate the information.” – he winked making you widen your eyes to suppress a squeal. Looking away, you didn’t want him to notice your cheeks warm up. – “Go home Y/n!” – Hank ordered grumpy. – “I would, but you clearly need the car and unless you expect me to walk all the way back, I’ll wait to drive you to the station.” – you answered, knowing in an hour or so he would still be uncapable of riding. 

Hank puffed taking another sip of his coffee. You stepped aside letting them do their work. You found yourself standing near Connor, finding his way of noticing clues interesting. He knelt down by the blood splatters. Scooping his fingers over it to bring it to his mouth. – “Damn it Connor!” – your father called out. – “What did I say about sticking evidence in your mouth.”

You stared dumbfound at the way Connor so easily tasted the blood with little care. – “How else am I going to detect the blood type?” – he answered. – “It is more sufficient and faster.” – he added, still knelt down. – “It’s disgusting for people that’d kiss you.” – you blurted out before you properly thought about it. Connor looked confusingly up to you. – “Why would anyone want to kiss me?” – he questioned. – “I don’t know… maybe…it just came to my mind…” – you responded nervously. 

Connor tilted his head slightly to the side. – “Do you want to kiss me, Y/n?” – he asked innocently as a question to your comment. Hank spitted his coffee out as your eyes widened. The thought alone made you bashful. You quickly turned your head, overheating. Connor quirked his eyebrow up, scanning you. He detected that you were flustered by his response, making his led flicker yellow. You stormed out of the house, needing to cool down immediately. 

You couldn’t believe he would actually ask such a thing. He might not understand what his comment did to you. Wondering why you overreacted so much to a simple question. You started making your way back to the car, waiting there for your dad. You saw Connor step out first after being in there for more than half an hour. He seemed to be looking around, searching. The moment he spotted you, he made his way over. You panicked, getting quickly in the car to avoid him.

Connor came to your side, knocking on the window. – “Y/n I require to speak with you.” – he said lowering himself a bit to look at you. You gestured at your ear, pretending you couldn’t hear him. Connor batted his eyes briefly up before opening your door. You squealed when he opened your door. He lowered himself to look in the car. – “Car’s are not soundproof. It would be almost impossible for you to have not heard me. Perhaps not as clear as I would sound standing beside you, but you’d still hear me.” – he declared throwing facts your way. 

“What is it that you want.” – you asked trying to act unbothered. – “It appears my question from before made you very bashful.” – he said making you widen your eyes. You gave him a push, wanting to leave the car immediately. You did not want to have this conversation again. Not while him asking that made your heart beat out of your chest. You stepped out, Connor coming to stand before you. – “I detect you are in flight mode, which isn’t uncommon for humans when faced with something they rather not discuss.” – he told you. 

You could strangle him by being so android like. Scanning and observing every little detail of yours. – “Connor can we not.” – you sighed out, wanting to leave, but Connor grabbed you by the arms. His led flickering to yellow. His brows slightly furrowing. – “You made a very good point in there. It had never occurred to me that my habits might disgust any person wanting to be intimate with me.”

You felt yourself overheat once more, not sure how much longer your heart could take this. – “I have never been kissed you see…” – he told you. – “I have never been faced with anyone showing interest in me.” – he continued as the more he spoke, the more you wanted to melt into a puddle. Your heart almost falling out of your chest. – “So I shall take your advice in consideration.” – he said with a nod, letting go of your arms. You took a deep breath, unable to control yourself any longer. 

This needed to be outed before you’d explode. You took Connor by the arms, moving closer to press your lips against his. They felt cold for some reason as you expected them to be warmer. Connor’s led flickering yellow, eyes wide open as he processed what was occurring. You pulled away, shaking nervously from what you just dared to do. – “I…I…I’m so sorry…” – you stuttered out, hand before your mouth. Connor blinked slowly, coming back to his senses. He pulled your hand down, grabbing you as he kissed your lips. For someone who had never been kissed, knew Connor surely what to do. 

You threw your arms around him, fully enjoying his kiss. Forgetting about him being an android for just a moment. The sound of voices made you pull away. Connor took a step back. You licked your lips, wanting to taste the last of his lips on yours. You waved at your dad who just walked out of the house. He made his way over as you caught Connor staring at you. – “Need a lift to the station?” – you asked with a smile. – “That would be very generous.” – you gestured with your head to the back as he got in. Your dad opening the door to his side. You smiled giddy into the distance. Hank calling out to you to get a move on. You sat down, starting the car, driving off.

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[orangebutterfly]

Мне очень понравились ваши хедканоны про то, как Ральф снимает искусственную кожу перед читателем. Могу ли я попросить то же самое, но с Коннором?

У Коннора будет не так много проблем с этим, поскольку он не считает это большой проблемой. В конце концов, это нормально для андроида, да и он уверен, что ты знаешь, как примерно устроена искусственная кожа.

Рядом с тобой он не убирает её, так как сам привык к тому, что нужно выглядеть максимально располагающе для других людей, а абсолютно белое покрытие могло слегка сбить их с толку.

Поэтому его удивляет твоя просьба, когда ты говоришь, что хотела бы, чтобы он открылся перед тобой, а затем уточняешь, что имеешь ввиду его искусственную кожу.

Не приходится долго ждать, прежде чем Коннор следует твоей просьбе и показывает тебе свой изначальный вид.

Ты осторожно осматриваешь его белоснежное лицо и руки, легонько проводя по ним пальцами и иногда поощупывая материал. Коннор в свою очередь внимательно следит за твоей реакцией, что-то подмечая у себя в голове. По движению твоих бровей, глаз и губ решает, как ты относишься к тому, что он такой.

Не испытывающий страха или нервозности от своего вида Коннор всё же с облегчением заметил, что ты не осталась разочарованной.

Большую часть времени он всё равно будет сохранять прежний вид, но, если ты попросишь, наедине будет снимать искусственное покрытие, чтобы между вами было меньше барьеров.

[frownyalfred]

Tim/Kon being a peak ship except every few days they realize they’re acting too much like Bruce and Clark and have to ditch the relationship until they can look at each other again without flinching.

[incorrectbatfam]

Bernard: Tim, why is Kon intruding on our cuddle time?

Kon: Tim, why is Bernard intruding on our cuddle time?

Tim, stressed out: Please, I have two hands.

[the-geeky-fangirl]

yes i know heartstopper is "cringe" and yes I know you think it's not that deep but you've endured years of cringe oversexualized shows about high schoolers where the gays are delegated to sub plots I'm sure a few hours of queer people being safe and happy and loved won't kill you so please shut the fuck up

[airbendertendou]

 to be alone ♥︎ connor ; dbh

another autistic!reader and connor thing ♥︎ synopsis : reader needs a minute to calm down ; connor knows exactly how to ground you and bring you back.

song inspo ; to be alone by hozier

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——♥︎——

Connor is reading over a file with Hank when a knock on the door sounds. It’s a particular pattern — a specific tap taptaptap tap taptaptap that Connor knows belongs to you. As Hank opens the door, the android’s smile falls as he watches you scurry past them both. Your head is down as you shuffle quickly into the living room where Sumo is laying.

Hank lets out an indignant noise, eyes wide as he follows your figure. Connor smiles — it feels tenser and more awkward than usual — and holds up his pointer finger. “One moment, please. I’ll be right back, Lieutenant.” 

You’re crouched down, knees to your chest as your feet stay flat on the ground. Sumo is laying on his right side, his tummy facing you as you methodically rub his fur. Connor observes you silently as you pet the dog, your eyes wide and unblinking as you watch your hand.

Unknowingly, your feet start to tingle. You’re so caught up in your ministrations that you don’t notice — but Connor does. His knee hits your back softly as he stands behind you. “Careful, honey. Need to move.”

You obey silently, plopping down fully into your butt. Your legs relax from their stiffened position, falling into a criss-cross position as the rest of your body follows. He notices you’re less tense now ; more open and fluid than you were seconds ago.

Slowly, the android goes around to the front of you and to the windows. He unravels the blinds, pulling the curtains open further as the sun begins to set. You move your gaze from Sumo and to the window, watching as the room glows orange. You bask in the sunset, memorizing all of the colors you can see as you continue to pet the dog.

Connor waches you fondly, sliding the curtains and blinds shut as the orange glow recedes and the sky turns darker. Your gaze drifts to the wall to your left, staying there as Connor moves to sit across from you. He pets Sumo’s back as he analyzes you quietly. You glance his way before looking back to the wall.

The android lets out a small smile, tilting his head to the right. “Hey, sweetheart. Welcome back.”

The side of your mouth tilts up as you continue to stare to the left. “That’s a new name.”

“It is. Is that alright?” Connor asks, just to make sure. You nod, small smile growing into a little grin. Connor’s own lips lift in return — the soap operas and cheesy movies Hank had a habit of watching had finally come in handy. “Do you like it or would you prefer a different name?”

“Like everything you call me.” Your speech is still a little off as you get comfortable in your skin again, stuttered and broken in places. You glance at Connor again, eyes dashing back to the wall just as quick. ”S’always nice.”

“You deserve to be called nice names,” he responds immediately. Connor’s fingers brush against yours as they still pet Sumo. Your mouth twitches again and you turn to fully face him now. Connor’s thumb brushes against your knuckles, “you deserve all of the nice things.”

You make the move to lace your fingers with his, using your left hand to twirl Sumo’s fur around your fingers. Connor brings your right hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before lowering them back to Sumo. Your voice is soft when you speak, “you deserve them, too. Nice things.”

Connor grins, lowering his head bashfully. He squeezes the fingers of th hand he’s holding gently, attracting your eyes there for a moment before you’re looking back at Sumo. “You’re too kind, sweetheart.”

A loud scoff interrupts the calm stillness of the room as Hank makes his presence known. He’s leaning against the doorway of the living room, his upper lip curled up in disgust. “You lovebirds make me sick.”

“Nice to see you, too, Hank,” you reply, smiling his way. Connor squeezes your fingers once more before he detatches them, standing to re-join Hank in the kitchen. Stooping to press a kiss against your temple, Connor calls out gently before he leaves you to your own devices.

“You know where I am if you need me.” 

——♥︎—— have so many ideas w him i can’t help but keep writing hhhh you can send in detroit become human requests if youd like!! ill try to get them done for @guav​ ♥︎ bc your tags on my last dbh thing were so sweet n i think abt them daily ): & @straysugzhpe​ for always being my personal cheerleader ♥︎

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[velvrei]

i know you’re not taking requests for him… but rob rausch (from love island) smut would actually be amazing 🙏🙏

hehehehe yes this is one of the only exceptions i’ll take for non-requested people bc rob is HOT

you and rob have been coupled up sense the beginning. you chose him and he chose you. rob, being himself, did have moments where he was skeptical, however he was always completely transparent with you and would tell you how he felt.

there were many girls that liked him, including liv, who stole him, and he eventually came back to you. you and rob had won today’s challenge, and been voted america’s favorite couple, so you gained your night in the hideaway.

and that’s how you ended up on top of him, his hands tied behind his back, mask on your face as you rode him, hips moving against his.

“god, that feels amazing,” he whispered under his breath, his head falling back, tugging at the rope that held his hands together.

“yeah?” you spoke, various cuss words slipping from your mouth as he fucked up into you, “feels good when i’m on top, doesn’t it?”

the whole villa knew you were probably the horniest couple on the island, so they knew after your night in the hideaway there would be many stories to tell.

after 2 rounds of you on top of him, he took the mask off your face, throwing it across the room, turning your bodies over.

“missed that pretty face of yours..” he says, tucking some hair behind your ear, before turning your body around, shoving your face into the pillows, knowing you liked it rough.

“that feel good, baby?” he said, pushing into you again and gaining speed. he smiled as your back arched, holding your hip with one hand and your head with the other.

“yes, feels so good!” you shout out, clenching around him as he pounds in and out of you.

“good girl,” he says, sending shivers down your body, “you know i like it when you respond to me,” he said, watching as you scream into the pillows.

“yeah, come on, scream my name, baby,” his words cause your body to tremble and scream his name into the pillows, feeling him twitch inside of you, he enjoyed seeing how much pleasure he gave you.

“good fucking girl, i’m so close baby, you feel so good, fuck,” rob moaned, starting to bottom out as he starts to reach the edge, his hips stuttering as he shoots his cum into you.

once he comes down from his high he doesn’t stop, continuing his thrusts, “come on, love, cum for me,” he moves faster, moaning as he sees his load spilling out of you.

“cum for me, god, you look so pretty with my cum spilling out of you,” his words brought you over to the edge, his hand reaching over and rubbing circles along your clit, watching intently as your body trembled as you came.

“good girl, it’s okay, i’m here,” his words slowly slowed your breathing from quick pants to regular breaths.

rob turns you around after a minute and kisses your forehead. “you okay?” you nod your head, eyes tired and drowsy as you smile up at him.

“i’m okay, robby,” you say, your voice obviously tired, he giggles at the nickname you call him, which you really only use when you’re tired and drowsy or feeling playful.

“good, had to make sure. let’s go to bed baby. 3 rounds is more than enough for us.”

you giggle at his words, “is it?” you say, raising an eyebrow. he laughs at your words.

“for now it is. who knows, maybe we’ll be up again at 2am. tonight’s the night to do whatever we want,” rob says, wiggling his eyebrows as you gently tap his face.

“you’re so stupid,” you say, and you both laugh and you cuddle against his chest, you both finally falling asleep.

[lixzey]

sincerely, yours.

luke castellan x fem athena!reader

summary: in which Luke receives love letters from a secret admirer.

1.4k words

warnings, i guess?: pre tlt!!! reader has a huge ass crush on luke, reader is weird around luke (like any normal person around their crush), love letters, secret admirer, reader is kinda stalker-ish (maybe all athena kids are lol), reader is friends with silena and clarisse, camp golden boy luke!!! reader has GRAY EYES like every other child of Athena, as this is a key note in the story but i'll leave the hair color out for you guys 🫶🏻

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

“Handsome, you're a mansion with a view.”

“Hey, Luke?” Chris Rodriguez calls out to his older brother, brows knitted in confusion, as he walks towards the head of cabin eleven, who was helping their brothers—Travis and Connor—fix their armor for Capture the Flag in just a few more minutes. 

“Yeah?” Luke hums, his eyes not leaving the younger Stoll’s as he finishes the strap of Connor’s armor. “What is it?”

“Someone left this on your bed,” Chris answered, pulling out a tea-colored envelope from his pocket and giving it to the older boy. “It has your name on it.”

Luke pats Connor on the shoulder. “Trav, go and get shields and swords from the armory with Connor.” The eldest Stoll nodded, while the youngest opened his mouth to talk, but Luke got ahead of him. “No, Connor, you can’t have a flaming arrow. Now get over there!” He chuckles, playfully shoving the brothers away with a grin.

As soon as the two leave—Connor huffing about the flaming arrow—Luke turns to face Chris. “Who’s it from?” He asks, eyeing the envelope in Chris’ hand.

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know; it wasn't signed. It just had your name.”

“Huh,” Luke grabs the envelope from Chris’ hold, his eyes searching for any information. Instead, a pink heart wax stamp greeted him.

“You got another admirer?” Chris smirks, playfully nudging Luke. “Oh, to be you, huh? Girls here and there.”

Luke glares at Chris. “Shut up,”

“But that’s a first. A love letter. You think it’s from one of the Aphrodite kids?” Chris grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Explains the pink heart.”

“You talk too much, don’t you?” Luke groaned, shaking his head. “Go follow the Stolls; make sure they don’t burn the armory down. I’ll follow.”

Chris rolls his eyes, chuckling slightly. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you with your love letter.”

“Go,” Luke huffs, shoving his brother out the door.

“Geez, lover boy, stop pushing me!” Chris laughed as Luke pushed him again. “Okay, okay, I’ll go!” He chuckles, raising his hands up in surrender. “See you at the creek!”

Luke rolls his eyes, shaking his head as Chris runs off. He then turns his attention to the envelope in his hand, with his name written in perfect cursive in bright pink. If Luke wasn’t quick to jump to conclusions, he’d assume that an Aphrodite kid probably sent the letter. The pink ink was a dead give-away. But there was a small voice in the back of Luke’s mind saying otherwise.

The Hermes counselor sighs before making his way to his bed. Maybe there he could find anything else related to the mysterious admirer. Luke plopped down onto his bed, torn between ripping the envelope open or gently opening it in fear of tearing anything else that was inside.

With a shake of his head, Luke slowly opened the tea-stain envelope, the smell of old books and jasmine invading his nostrils as he gently pulled the paper out.

Dear Luke, 

I love you. 

Oh gods, where do I even begin to explain that?

Okay, so I have liked—no, loved—you since I was thirteen and you were fourteen. I know a lot of girls like you, even boys. I’m not even half of those who do. I’m just, well, me. A girl who you’d never give a second glance at. 

This is utterly stupid, honestly. Taking the risk to write this letter to you when you and I literally live in camp all year round. But, I guess, who cares? I mean, I’m already here writing this, so why back out now?

I remember the first time I saw you. Handsome, you’re a fucking mansion with a view. You were out in the arena, training with Marco Leon. It was the day after you and Annabeth arrived at camp. You were so good, deserving the title of ‘the best swordsman’ camp has seen in three hundred years. Your dark curls looked like a halo as you sparred with him, a mischievous look in your eyes as they shined like ambers underneath the golden rays of sunlight. From that day on, I knew I was in trouble. Everything about you captivates me—a secret no one knows. 

Every time you’re around, my heart beats too fucking fast, like a pegasus galloping in the wind. You make the butterflies in my stomach flutter like crazy, you make my palms get sweaty, and my words fail me, leaving me a stuttering mess when you’re near and you aren’t even talking to me. See what you do to me? I’ve never thought I would fall head over heels for someone so completely and so effortlessly.

You make the angels in heaven dance and sing hymns. Each time I look at you, wedding bells ring inside my head. You make me want more and more of you. I just can't think straight when you're in my head; even writing your name makes my cheeks turn red. You make me smile in so many ways, to the point that it isn’t even funny anymore. You are my favorite everything. I’ve been telling my friends that since I was fifteen. 

I get jealous when I see someone who gets close to you and flirts with you. I just can’t explain how annoyed—angry—I get when they try to get your attention when I have no right to be. There’s just something about you. I can’t pinpoint it, but it’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender.

Do you think if I wished on every dandelion in the world, you’d be mine? It would be a dream come true, of course. But in reality? You would never notice me. Like I said before, I’m just a girl you’d never take a second glance at. I’d forever be in the shadow of everyone else, hidden far away in the darkness.

You take my breath away, Luke Castellan. I don’t know how, but, fuck, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

sincerely,

yours

Luke stared at the letter for a few seconds, still trying to understand the words he had just read. He knew that girls liked him, but he never had someone send him a love letter, let alone a detailed one.

“Who are you?” Luke muttered, his eyes going back and forth through the letter, wondering who the girl was who’d written the letter. Something about her words made him want to find her, but the letter wasn’t signed. No name, no cabin, no anything. How was he going to find out who wrote the letter? 

“Luke, capture’s in five minutes!” Annabeth’s voice snapped Luke out of his thoughts. He quickly folded the letter, placing it back in the envelope, before shoving it under his mattress. He isn’t taking any chances, especially with the Stoll brothers, whom reminded Luke of him and Chris just a few years back.

Luke immediately ran out of cabin eleven, meeting Annabeth down at the steps.

“You still aren’t geared up,” Annabeth observed, brow raised. “I can’t afford another loss, Luke,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Got held up inside, you know, the Stolls.” Luke shrugged, hoping she wouldn't see through his lie. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. He did get held up with his younger brothers, well, minus that tiny exclusion under his mattress.

Annabeth sighed. “Just go and get ready. The conch will sound in a few, and I still have to find Y/n and Malcolm.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Luke chuckled, saluting to his not-so-little sister. “We will win; don’t worry.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “You said that last year.”

“Gotta be positive, Annie Bunny,” Luke grinned, nudging the younger girl slightly.

“Stop calling me that,” Annabeth huffed, turning her heel to walk away.

“What? You loved bunnies!” Luke teased as she walked away.

“I was seven!” Annabeth groaned, walking faster, making Luke laugh.

“See you at the creek in four minutes!” Luke called after the daughter of Athena before turning to walk to the armory when someone collided face first into his chest.

“Woah, careful there,” Luke chuckled, catching that someone in his arms. A girl with the same gray eyes as Annabeth, a little more on the silver side, though still as intense.

“Uh, hi?”

“You okay, pretty girl?” Luke asks, smiling at her, his strong arms still wrapped around her waist for support.

“Uh, think so? Yes? I guess?” she rambled, her eyes not meeting his. 

Luke chuckles, helping the girl get back on her feet. “Careful next time, alright?”

“Uh, okay, bye!”

Luke laughed as the girl quickly scrambled away, her long hair bouncing behind her. “See you on the battlefield later, Y/n!”

tags: @lilmaymayy @mischiefmoons

[kisses4kaia]

patrick likes his girls mean!! he loves the stuck up, entitled, princesses who demand their every need be catered to. so when he meets you, all designer rackets and chanel sponsorships, he’s gotta bite.

you’d heard of patrick, of course. whom of your peers hadn’t? the effervescent tennis prodigy with a blinding career practically inscribed in his fates.

you couldn’t lie, learning about his reputation as not only a tennis god, but as a sex one, too… you had to bite.

hell if you were going to make the first move, though. that was quite literally never happening, and so you bided your time.

luckily for you, patrick was rather impatient—much differently to yourself—and would never miss the opportunity to make his way towards you at one of your dad’s events at your exorbitant, cherrywood-littered, home.

“that’s your third glass of champagne.” his voice startled from behind you. you swiveled on your heels to face the owner of such a bold tenor. “excuse me?”

patrick smiled to himself, nodding towards your glass. “tough night?” he’s suave, a large, single, step and he’s right next to you.

about to spit at him the meanest offended verbiage you could offer, your eyes found themselves catching onto his broad shoulders, and then practically raving all over his figure. his forearms, worked and muscled, were cut off from your view at the wrists, hands shoved deep into his pockets. there was a shock of dark, gelled, curls on his head, pairing dangerously fine with the honest and abyssal ultramarine of his eyes.

“you gonna keep checking me out or are you gonna answer my question?” he wore a stupid, smug smirk that had you scoffing. “sorry, do i know you?” you wished you could have looked down at him when saying this, but even with your heavy platform versace heels, you still had to crane your head to meet his eyes.

and of course, your question was redundant, but from the sounds of him thus far, he could do with a little ego death.

“patrick, zweig. i play tennis. and you do, too, don’t you?” he knew the answer to that question and he knew exactly who you were, because your father’s foundation that this very event was being held for, was titled in your name. “oh, that’s right. yeah, your parents were, i think.. third place at last year’s st. jude’s fundraiser?” his face twisted up in shame so satisfactorily, you had to physically bite back an evil giggle of victory. “well, patrick. it was really nice talking—“

“i’ve got something stronger than champagne in my car.” his tone was flat, practically monotonous, but his words had an implication of sheer fun, and who were you to skip out on that?

so, here you were, orange vodka bottle in your right hand as you jerked a whining patrick off with your left. “god, you’re so fucking pent up. what is it, tennis? or is it that no girl wants to fuck you, so you haven’t blown a decent load since back at school?”

ooh, he would tell it to you so straight, spit out evidence-backed statements of how easy it was to get a pretty girl on her knees for him whenever he wanted, he would. he would, if his mind wasn’t so fogged up with the pleasure, and the drinks, and mostly you. you you you.

“fuck—t’s so good, so good. please, i wanna cum, wanna cum,” he’d plead through the thick steam growing in the increasingly too-small cockpit of his car.

“how bad?” nipping at his ear, you were waiting to hear him beg, and he was waiting to swallow his mass of pride enough to get it out. “so bad, really fucking bad. i need it, need you, fuck. shit—please, need it so much,” he was so convincing, and it would’ve swayed a kinder soul, but then again, patrick likes his girls mean.

“no.” with your hand lost on his stupidly bricked length, patrick groaned, and bitched, and whined, and complained about how unfair you were being, and how he’d never do that to you, and blah blah blah. “well, i can’t say i care, so. maybe i’ll see you later. bye, patrick,” your fingers twinkled goodbye in a wave, and you were out of the vehicle and back inside the party without another word.

it wasn’t over then, of course not, and you knew it. thus, it came as no shocker when an unknown number randomly applepays you $1000 in the middle of the night, along with a text that reads as follows.

had a great time. hope we run into each other again sometime soon. and, don’t spend it all in once place, yeah? - 💸

[sayoneee]

☆ HEAD OVER HEELS

“something happens and i'm head over heels” - tears for fears (smau)

contains: luke castellan x ares! reader. best friends to lovers? (again) secret relationship but everyone knows. alt universe everyones happy. woc friendly as always

kashaf’s note: free palestine! (for reference, connor is percabeth's age, while travis is yns age so um imagine)

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yn summer days drifting away!

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clarisse why would you give them guns

yn im not stupid theyre fake obviously connorstole im hurt wtf travistole yn do u not trust us yn um. ur funny. travistole 💔

lukecastellan i see you’re poaching my siblings again

yn im just more fun what can i say lukecastellan liar liar pants on fire yn acting like ur 12 years old annabethhh finally someone said it lukecastellan annie ur my sister ur supposed to take my side wtf annabethhh 🤷‍♀️

silenabeauregard so where’s the summer loving?

yn u caught the grease reference!

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yn best girlfriends

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lukecastellan pic creds??

yn pic creds to this whiny baby lukecastellan u cried over good will hunting i aint forget yn how did u Not cry. it was so sad lukecastellan i look over and u were crying not once not twice but 4 times. yn im never watching anything w u ever again lukecastellan u cant ever replace me im one of a kind yn 💀

silenabeauregard I LOVE YOU GORGEOUS GIRL

yn MWAH MWAH 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

clarisse YURRR

travistole soft launching me i like it 😍

connorstole ik u lying rn yn 😭 silenabeauregard WHAT clarisse oh that's not... annabethhh yn ?????

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travistole best duos

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connorstole why did yn get the priority tag

travistole bc we're the better duo yn so true (clarisse solos u) travistole oh im well aware clarisse 😁

yn people r gonna think im ur gf

annabethhh u arent??? yn i burst into tears how could u. travistole hey now. i'm not that bad. yn im going to kms silenabeauregard annabeth 💀 clarisse 💀 connorstole 💀 percyjackson 💀 cbeckendorf 💀 chrisrodriguez 💀 annabethhh what do you all know that i don't???

cbeckendorf love you too man

travistole 💋 clarisse silena yo mans acting up again

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lukecastellan 🚷

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yn im w silena tho

lukecastellan shes cheating on u w charlie yn ig ur my last option silenabeauregard nooo yn come back bbg

chrisrodriguez bro stood up

percyjackson finally

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yn last man on earth

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lukecastellan thanks

yn i like donating to the poor! lukecastellan come donate in my cabin connorstole we sleep there nasty mf

annabethhh YOU'RE DATING LUKE?

g_man cmon now... percyjackson wise girl... yn sister-in-laws?

clarisse wow really.

travistole wouldve never guessed. chrisrodriguez had us fooled. connorstole impossible. cbeckendorf really confounded us silenabeauregard almost like they didn't act like they were about to kiss all the time yn kys.

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