#hi i missed connor x lisa things

[salvadorshijo-blog]

@motheriing CONT

“I’m not leaving without you Lisa and that’s final” Connor was just as stubborn as his father, Lisa of all people should know that. Connor watched as everyone started getting ready to defend their home, he needed to get her somewhere safe, somewhere no one could hurt her. “Look I’m going to get your out of here, then I’ll have to come back but not before I get you safe.”

[ragingbookdragon]

Traditions Are Best Kept With Irish Whiskey

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,160 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Day 22 of the Christmas Fics! Enjoy! -Thorne

         It’d been a long time since she’d been in New York, let alone the taverns in the city. The bar was still as dingy as she remembered, but when the bartender looked up at her, all she could think about was how great a time she once had, a brief reminder of a childhood she hadn’t felt in such a long time. The faces of her oldest friends crossed her mind, and she couldn’t help but think on how much trouble they got into as young ones. With the winter season and Christmas around, she decided to visit them and relive the past, for a good time’s sake.

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           “As I live and breathe!” the man shouted, a grin stretching across his face. “(Y/N) (L/N), in the flesh!”

           She chuckled and walked over, heartily shaking his outstretched hand across the bar. “Glad to see you’re still alive and kicking, Francis. How’s the family?”

           The Irishman scoffed and set two shot glasses in front of them. “Traditions before greetings, lass.”

           (Y/N) watched him pour the amber liquid into the glass then slide it towards her. She picked it up and clinked hers with his before tapping the table a single time. Throwing her head back, the whiskey went down her throat with a  burn and when she came back up, she scowled and shivered.

           Francis laughed. “I take it you haven’t had any whiskey in some time?”

           She nodded. “It’s been a while.” Her eyes met his. “How’ve you been, old friend?”

           He let out a sigh as he poured another round for a patron. “Six in one hand, half a dozen in the other.” The beer pitcher set down and he said, “Lisa Ann passed away last season.”

           (Y/N) frowned, fingertips caressing the cool glass as she lamented, “I didn’t know, Francis. I’m sorry.”

           The bartender shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault.” He busied himself with wiping down a glass. “Spoke about you a lot before she did.”

           Cocking a brow, she remarked, “Really? That’s surprising because she’s hated me for the last ten years.”

           Francis snorted. “Because you nailed her knickers to the church board?”

           (Y/N) tipped her head and quipped, “That would probably be the reason.”

           He chuckled and poured another round for them. “I think she was still mad about that, but she did talk about you. Wanted to bury the hatchet and make good on your friendship.”

           She hummed and stared at the second shot. “Eh, our friendship was always there.” (Y/N) looked at him. “How’s Phillip?”

           Francis nodded with a satisfied expression. “Serving under General Washington with the Patriots.”

           “Should the worst come to pass,” raising the shot, she declared, “May he get to the gates of Heaven an hour before the Devil knows he’s dead.” They toasted and downed their drinks.

           “Aye, I’ll toast to that one, lass.” Francis glanced around the bar with a look of nostalgia. “I wish the three of you could’ve been in here one last time.” A smile came across his lips. “Skinned knees and a missing teeth,” he sighed. “What I wouldn’t give to see you all young once more.”

           (Y/N) chuckled. “I remember beating up Phillip more than once when I was young. Glad to know he’s finally grown a backbone.”

           Francis laughed heartily and gazed at her. “The last time I spoke with him, he did talk about your childhoods.”

           “Hmm?”

           “Aye.” He set the whiskey bottle down. “Mentioned that if he survived, he was going to ask for your hand.”

           (Y/N) choked on her spit and pounded her chest as she coughed. “W—what?” she gasped.

           “Can’t be that shocking, lass. The two of you were conjoined at the hip when you were kids.” He regarded her with a sharp look. “I was sure you knew his feelings towards you.”

           She rubbed the back of her neck and took a deep breath, admitting, “I’m flattered, but—”

           “But you’ve already got a feller?” he offered, and she nodded.

           “I do,” (Y/N) confirmed, then giggled. “And I don’t think he’d be willing to let me go without a fight.”

           “Phillip couldn’t take him?”

           She cackled. “Oh, Ratonhnhaké:ton would crack him like a sugarcane.”

           Francis arched a brow. “Funny name there.”

           “He’s part of the Mohawk tribe. Goes by Connor when he’s around colonials though,” she explained, motioning for another shot. “We met two years ago when I was in Boston.” As the liquor flowed, she said, “Been together ever since.”

           The older Irishman went quiet, seeming to mull over her words, then he murmured, “Does he treat you with respect?”

           Before she could respond, the door opened and when they turned their attention to them, she blurted, “Ratonhnhaké:ton?”

           The Native-Assassin smiled and walked over. “(Y/N). I have been looking for you for some time now.” He set a small package on the bar. “I have a delivery from one of General Washington’s soldiers. A man by the name of—”

           “Phillip O’Fahy?” she guessed and smiled when Connor’s face pinched with confusion.

           “Yes,” he said. “How did you know?”

           (Y/N) gestured to the man behind the ar. “This is Phillip’s father, Francis. I grew up with his children.”

           Connor held out his hand for the man, shaking firmly. “I am pleased to meet you, Mister Francis. My name is Connor.”

           Francis nodded and pulled his hand away. “This is your feller, (Y/N)?”

           She ignored her cheeks warming and coughed to hide her embarrassment. “Uh…yes…this is him.” Eyeing him, she tipped her head to the barstool beside her.

           Connor sat down, staring at the other glass that the Irishman was filling in front of him. “What…is that?” he questioned, leaning forward to sniff at the alcohol; his features scrunched up and he pulled away.

           “Whiskey, boy. Irish Whiskey.” Before Connor could politely refuse, he added, “Any man who is going to stand beside this young lady,” he nodded at (Y/N). “Has to have a drink with me first.”

           (Y/N) took the shot in her hand, motioning for him to do the same. They raised their glasses and she said, “To the friends we have made, to the ones we have lost, to the loves we have shared, to the hearts we have crossed. May your drinks never run dry and your soul never shatter, for those we love most are always the ones who matter.”

           She and Francis tapped their shot to the wooden bar and sucked them down, Connor following, and she let out a laugh when he coughed harshly from the taste.

           “Whiskey not your thing, big-guy?”

           He shook his head and breathed, “Strong.”

           (Y/N) smiled at him, then looked at Francis. “I hate to have to leave so soon, but he and I should get back to the Homestead before Christmas.”

           The Irishman nodded and watched them pack up, and when they reached the door, he called, “Come back again, (Y/N).”

           She spun and grinned at him. “I’d never turn back on a tradition.”

[mywrittingwonderland]

She Comes First P.2 (Sophia x Shawn)

Hello pretty people, it has been a while, but hope you like it. There will be a part 3 soon to wrap it up :) Word count: 1,962 Warnings: Mentions of PR and anxiety. Part 1 Part 3

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Shawn never felt so nervous over a flight in his entire life. He tried calling Sophia again, even though he knew she would have turned off her phone after asking him to stay away for one week. But, Shawn didn't even after giving her his word he would do it. He was sweating over the cold air of the private airplane, and he was so anxious that he didn't even know where he was gathering the strength to stay calm any longer. He just kept reminding himself over and over that she would be okay, she would be mad with him first, but they would be okay. And she would be okay too, and he would be there in a few hours, making sure she was okay.

He didn't notice he was crying until his vision blurred, and he couldn't really see clearly from the windows again. He closed his eyes and tried to retrieve some memories of when nothing of this was on their way. Of course, he was blaming himself, but at the same time, he could listen to her gentle voice telling him, "You shouldn't really put this one on yourself, we weren't dating when you accepted it." Those were her words when he first told her that, yep. She didn't scream, nor fought with him, nor tried to break up. She was just supportive, even if that meant fucking up her life for a while. Shawn would give anything to have denied doing it, he would have paid the money in the contract without a blink even if that meant delaying a bunch of stuff, he would have done it. Of course, Sophia was never going to try to interfere with his dreams. Still, he was interfering with her life, her stability, her mental health, and she was trying to keep him out of it so he could still be focusing on his dreams. But the thing is 100% of his dreams had her on them now, and she was happy in them. He got distracted from his thoughts by a call from his sister.

"Hi Liyah, did something happened?" He asked, trying to sound like he was okay.

"Brian called me." She said, making his eyes fill with more tears.

"Oh."

"How are you?" She asked with evident concern in her voice.

"I feel like I just ruined the most important thing in my life." He said sincerely.

"She called me, you know, after she talked with you."

"She did?" He asked with a teary voice.

"Yes, she was feeling guilty because she broke down over the phone. But she said she really tried to hold on longer, but she needed some time because a lot was going on in her life now. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, because I promised her I wouldn't unless it was a life-death situation. But I feel like since you decided to go to her, you should know it before." He took a deep breath focusing his entire attention on his sister now.

"Okay, thank you, sis."

"Of course, so there is no easy way for it. And I wish she had talked with me before, but she didn't even with Connor, at least that is what she said. Anyway, her dog died like one week after your birthday."

"What? No! Flake died?" Flake was Sophia's first dog with her brother, he stayed in London living with their parents when they both moved out since he was already too old to travel."

"Yes, and her grandfather is very sick, Shawn."

"Fuck! I didn't know that" He said, feeling even more guilty because he should have insisted on knowing more. He should have known she was not okay.

"Yeah, neither did I. But I think she just really needed to talk, and she spilled everything in 20 minutes straight after you talked, I suppose. She will probably tell you once you get there, but I just want to prepare you a little bit so you can be there for her."

"Yes, right. Is there more?"

"She declined all her college applications because they were in Toronto, and she couldn't be there when classes were supposed to start."

"Fuck, no, no, no. I completely forgot to ask her if she had gotten any responses to it. I am a terrible boyfriend. I can't believe she did that for me." Sophia took 2 gap years to write. Still, she also wanted to try university and major in Cinema, she was fascinated with scripts. They did talk about it before she applied because she wanted to make sure he wanted to stay in Canada and not move to LA. He remembers himself telling her that she could choose any university she wanted, and he would go for it. And they could talk after she graduated about where they should live, yes they did talk about the future for an enormous amount of time.

"You are not a terrible boyfriend, just this PR stuff needs to go." He heard his sister saying.

"I know, I am already making that happen." He said he still needed to talk with Andrew a little further about the matter, but he needed to speak with her before.

"I believe she should tell you the rest of it, but just knows that she really loves you."

"I really love her, too" He sighed, "Thanks for calling me and telling me this." He said before turning off the phone.

He felt like he had done so many things wrong the past months that he didn't know how she could forgive him for those. He not only interfered with her life but also made her believe she shouldn't tell him any of what was happening in hers.

Once he got to the airport, he made sure to pass security and enter the heliport zone directly. He decided to fly to the farm; that way, there would be less chance of people seeing him. He stopped at the city near the farm, where he finally got a car and drove 30 minutes more. Once he got to the gate, the housekeeper immediately recognized him and opened. He parked and waited in the car for a few seconds before walking to the main house front door and knocking on it.

Sophia's grandmother opened the door, she smelled like the fresh baked cookies she had just pulled out of the oven. She promptly smushed him in a hug depriving him of air for a few seconds.

"Hi Grandy Lisa, is Sophia home?" He asked, getting ready to take off his shoes even though he knew they didn't really do that on the farm with visits.

"Oh! Hi dear, come along. Have you eaten so far? I don't think they really give you time for that in that singing place every day, right? Wait here I will grab you a plate…" She said already starting to go to the kitchen

"Thank you so much, Grandy Lisa, but can I maybe talk to Phi before? It is really important." Shawn said, trying to not be rude.

"Oh, of course. My mind, you haven't seen each other for a long time. I think she could really use some Shawn time now. She is with Pinky at the stables. Shawn dear, please make her real smile come back? I think she believes she knows how to fake it for me, but she doesn't really," She said, making Shawn's heart break a little. "But go ahead, I bet she just really misses you." She completed, and he gave her a smile before going out again.

"… You know P, I think I don't even know who I am anymore. That is really scary." He heard her stating as soon as he reached the stables, she was bruising her Horse Pinky with a turquoise brush Shawn had gotten as Pinky's Christmas present. "I am also a terrible girlfriend because I know I shouldn't be keeping the bad stuff from him. But he has so much going on, and he is so far away from his family now that it just doesn't seem fair to throw my problems on top of everything, I wish I could just delete my mind now, I feel trapped." She said, stopping to just focus on the brushing again, that was when Shawn gently hugged from behind, and she jumped a little because he scared her.

"Hi," He whispered into her ears. "Please don't be mad." He asked, turning her around and kissing her forehead.

"Shawn, what are you doing here? I told you to not come! I said I was going to be okay, remember?" She said a little desperate. She really didn't want him there while she was not okay; at the same time, she loved, he was there.

"Yeah, I am here to help you be okay." He said calmly, noticing that she was trying to not break down in front of him.

"You have Studio, though." She said walking two-steps backward toward the wall

"Yeah, but I…" He tried one step forward, but she once again steps backward, her breathing picking up a little.

"Shawn, you need to go back, I don't wanna make you late and…" She said, interrupting him and walking a little more backward again.

"Stop talking for a little bit, I know I will miss the sessions, and I don't care," He said, picking her hands and stoping her from walking away from him.

"But…"

"Shhhh, hey, stop. Do not blame yourself for this one. It was entirely my decision, and you told me to stay, remember?" He asked, holding her face with both of his hands, "Exactly so not your fault at all," He said, giving a peck in her nose.

"I just really need some time, like alone?" She said, backing away from him again and holding back her tears, treating to fall.

"Yeah, I know. I am sorry I didn't respect that, I am so sorry really. But I can't let you hurt in the other hemisphere alone." He said, stepping forward again.

"But I… I don't want mess things up…" She said, breathing hard and letting a tear slip.

"Hey, listen, you are not messing up anything," Shawn sighed, bringing his fingers up to catch the tear.

"I am not?" She asked, finally looking at him, and letting him get closer.

"You are not." He said, hugging her close and letting her cry on his chest. "I really missed you, and you need me now, and that is okay. You don't have to be alone in this one Sophia, I want to be here for you." He said, rubbing her back in circles and trying to soothe her. It took a while for her to start to actually calm down. As much as Shawn hated the fact she was crying, he also knew she needed to cry at that moment, so he let her. He didn't try to speed her up, or to make her stop, he let her cry for as long as she needed until there were only sniffs and deep breaths left.

"Did your sister called you, was that why you came?" She asked once she was a little bit calmer.

"No, I mean yes she called, she told me some things. But I was already on the airplane coming here when she did." He said, moving her hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ears.

"Are you sure you don't need to go back?" She asked again, biting her lip. He smiled at that and brushed his lips in hers, feeling the salty taste of her tears still there before giving her a gentle kiss.

"I just got back home, and I am not going anywhere."

- - - - - - - Shawn x Sophia Taglist: @shawn-youth  General Taglist: @arypesanchez @turtoix @ivegotparticulartaste

[whispersforthevoid]

Unavoidable

Pairing: Connor x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Connor has been avoiding you since he deviated and you don’t know why (plot-twist: he likes you). Mutual pining, angsty with a bit of sexy and a fluffy end.

Warnings: suggestive themes, dirty talk (Connor is kinky y’all), Gavin tries to flirt with you, (let me know if you think I missed something!)

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Connor had been avoiding you ever since he came back from Jericho a deviant.

You had been his closest friend - alongside Hank- and watched him soften and grow into more than ‘the android sent by Cyberlife’.

What had you done wrong? Connor was still following Hank around like a puppy, but he wouldn’t even look at you. That just burned all the more and carved out an uncomfortable emptiness in your chest with each missed glance, every sidestep, every elevator he avoided because you were waiting inside - it was killing you. He stayed away from your entire side of the office as though you might give him a virus just by proximity.

The best part of working at DPD was steadily becoming the worst.

You were used to Connor avoiding an agitated Gavin, all of them did, but now you were on par with that? You watched Connor at his desk from the doorway as you slumped against it, knowing the moment you walked in he would coincidentally have some made-up meeting to attend.

What had you done to him? You had hoped that he was warming up to you, that you could have been real friends. Now you felt it was just your imagination. Connor was still as monotonous and unfeeling as you remembered him being - an inhuman machine. For some reason that revelation disappointed you immensely, leaving you cold and lonely.

“Y/N,” Reed appeared behind you, and you jumped. You had been buried so deep in the turmoil of Connor that you hadn’t heard him approach. You glared up into his grinning face. “You wanna get a drink tonight?”

“You know full well I don’t drink during the work week, Gavin.” You folded your arms across your chest and backed into the cold metal of the doorway as Gavin tried on his poor attempt at flirting.

“Doesn’t have to be alcohol.” He shrugged. “I just think we should get to know each other a little better.”

“Why?” You tried not to sound rude. It was hard not to detest someone so violently anti-android, even if he had only ever been nice to you.

Gavin smirked, confidence that didn’t add up coating his voice when he spoke, “You’re the office babe with a heart of gold. What’s not to want?”

Oh, fuck. Had you traded attention from Connor for attention from the office asshole? What curse had the universe placed on you?

“That’s sweet, but I’m not really feeling up to it.” You gave Gavin a kind smile, voice firm.

“What’s got ya sad?” He seemed genuinely concerned, reaching out to give your shoulder a cautious squeeze. Gavin frowned as he watched you sigh. “If you’re pining over some dude, he’s the wrong one. No one in their right mind wouldn’t want you.”

Even though it was passed off with that usual Gavin bullshit, his compliment was genuine and appreciated. If Connor wasn’t interested, maybe he could be a good distraction after all. “Thanks, Gav.”

“She was poetry, but he couldn’t read.” Gavin quoted. His body tensed a little, realising you were looking him over. He was trying to impress you.

You grinned. “His name was Jared, and he was nineteen.”

“Was that- Was that a vine reference? Aren’t those ancient?”

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When he was the first thing you thought of when you woke up the next morning, you decided to take a more direct approach. Connor seemed sad in his reclusion, if that were even possible (which you very much believed it was), and that was far worse than your own loneliness.

So you sat on the edge of his desk, determined to be unavoidable. Your smile was wide when he stalked over to you, matching your bright intensity with a dark frown. Gruffly, he asked, “Can I help you, detective?”

“Just wanted to have a chat.”

He grimaced down at you, and for a moment your confidence wavered. Would Connor tell you to get lost? Jump off a pier? He didn’t care and you were an annoyance his life would be better without?

But no. He sighed - humanity really had worked its way into his circuits - and gestured down the hallway. “I believe room forty-nine is available.”

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“Connor,” You began, awkwardly looking over the various knives and batons lining the walls. The weapons locker? Did he want to kill you? “Have I done something to upset you?”

He didn’t react, but you saw his LED flicker yellow for a moment. “Why would you think that, detective?”

“Well, for a start, you stopped calling me by my name. You haven’t called me ‘detective’ since our first week.” But you pushed on quickly. You didn’t want him to get hung up dismissing details with that annoyingly adorable sensible logic he could pull out of thin air. “I miss you. Did something happen? At Jericho?”

You could feel him watching you, like a phantom touch on your skin; but now you were too scared to look up. You didn’t want to see the coldness in those usually warm eyes. You had spent enough time wishing he would just look at you and now it had you crumbling.

“I deviated.” Was his voice softer, or was it just your wistful imagination again? “I believe Hank told-”

“Yes, Connor, Hank told me. Are you… okay?” You snuck a look at him in the reflection of the glass cabinets. He was looking at something with an intensity you had never seen before, as if he were an artist desperately trying to understand the majesty of a fellow’s work and just couldn’t quite grasp it.

But Connor wasn’t looking at art, no, there weren’t any sculptures or the Mona Lisa or Starry Night in the DPD weapons locker.

He was looking at your ass.

You could feel the heat blooming on your cheeks, but a wave of confidence washed over you. Maybe you did know what was going on, after all. “Connor?”

“Mmh?” He hadn’t noticed that you had caught him yet, still too engrossed.

“Are you angry with me?” You asked softly.

He finally looked up, and you glanced over your shoulder at him with a nervous smile. Connor didn’t avert his eyes, instead striding forwards as you spun around to face him.

His expression was guarded but his eyes! Finally, they were warm and full of that spark you had fallen in love with.

A cold jolt went straight to your stomach. That was something to ponder later, ‘love’.

Connor said, “No, I am not angry with you, Y/N.”

Did Cyberlife know what they were doing when they gave him that voice? “Then why won’t you work with me?”

He shook his head, trailing his gaze slowly from your eyes down to your shoes. His hands twitched at his sides, idle but wanting. Was he… scanning you?

“Your heart rate has increased, your pupils are dilated. You’re breathing harder, Y/N, and the capillaries in your face… You’re blushing.” Connor sounded surprised. He was close enough now that you had to press against the cases not to touch him.

But you wanted to, oh gosh, you really wanted to touch that perfect plastic man with his kind heart of biocomponents. You wanted to mess up that impeccable brown hair, wanted to know if it was as soft as you always daydreamed it would be. How this was only just hitting you now was beyond you.

The tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the electricity in the air would surely knock out the lights before the conversation was over.

“If I haven’t done anything, then why are you avoiding me, Connor?” Your words were tender and almost teasing, but that didn't make them any less sincere.  

“Are you romantically interested in me, Y/N?” He avoided the question. His lips were mere inches away from your own as he spoke lowly, chocolate brown darkening to obsidian - whether it was the shadows or something else, you weren’t sure. You just knew it made your joints ache wonderfully. “Do you want me, too?”

You stood up a little straighter and Connor stooped until your noses were almost touching and your clothes brushed together, and you licked your lips knowing he was watching every move with exquisite attention to detail.

"Oh, you’re a good detective, Connor. I think you already know the answer to that." Even in heels, you had to stand on tiptoes to finally press your lips against his.

That was the permission Connor had been waiting for. Hands found your waist, sneaking under your jacket to feel what he was after. He pulled you roughly against him with his hidden strength, arching around you like a protective cloak. As he enveloped you, all you could do was grin against his warm mouth.

The kiss was sweet, if not a little hurried, as Connor tangled his fingers in your hair to angle your head so he could deepen the kiss and push his tongue past pliant lips. He tasted as ‘real’ as he felt, and while he clearly didn’t really know what he was doing his instincts had your head reeling as he anticipated every move of your tongue against his.

Through it all, you happily realised that he couldn’t get enough of you, as if a dam had broken and Connor’s torrent of repressed longing was washing over you all at once and dismantling the loneliness and rejection you had felt.

You couldn’t keep up with his hungry pace and it was getting hard to breathe as he smothered you against the cases. Everything was Connor, everything you could feel, taste, smell; it was all him, him, him. The gasps and moans he pulled from you with that kiss alone were a little mortifying but you couldn’t give less of a fuck when it felt so impossibly right.

But it was too much, and with the most painful self-control, you gently broke the kiss. Your hands rested atop his broad shoulders, squeezing them gently as you kept yourself close so you were flush against his body.

He was breathing heavily, his cooling systems whirring quietly inside his chest as he gazed down at you as if you were the Eighth Wonder of the World. You were sure he would see the same in your eyes as you stared back, trembling in his arms.

"Does it always feel like this?” Connor asked in a husky voice, tilting his head to press his forehead to yours. He held you so tightly - like you might slip through his hands like sand in an hourglass. “Do humans always feel this much?”

"I don’t know, Connor," You blushed, words mumbled. “I haven’t felt this with anyone else.”

He gave a crooked grin and leant in again to continue the kiss- but a finger on his lips stopped him.

“Connor, why did you stop avoiding me this morning? You usually run away.”

“I, uh, couldn’t resist.” Connor’s cheek flushed the lightest blue, and he was uncomfortably human. “You don’t often dress like this.”

You glanced down. Yeah, you did look pretty good in a tight pencil skirt, and it had probably been a subconscious choice to get attention. Innocently, you looked back up into his eyes, fluttering your eyelashes. You knew what worked, apparently even on androids.

“Do you want me to dress like this for you tomorrow?” Your words were sugary sweet.

“You do not work on Sundays, Y/N,” Connor said with a frowned, truly upset. “I would not see.”

“Why wouldn’t you see, Connor? I can hardly let you fuck me at work.” You sounded so genuine and blasé it took Connor a full moment to realise what you were saying. His LED cycled red and his fingers dug into your waist. There would be bruises. “And that’s how you felt when you saw me sitting on your desk today, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” He pushed his hips against your stomach so you would feel him. He wanted you to know, even though he wasn’t entirely sure why or what it was. He gave a soft groan as you licked your lips. “I am not programmed for this. I am not meant to feel... lust. But when I saw you, waiting for me, I... I just...”

“Go on, Connor. You can tell me.” You spoke through a sultry pout, but your practised flirting made it seem as though this was all coincidence and Connor was just reacting intensely. The hard bulge rutting against you satisfied a few questions you had and raised even more. Your voice was soft enough to give him the control despite giving introductions, “Tell me how you felt, how you feel.”

“I wanted to make you mine,” He whispered shamefully, swallowing unnecessarily. His eyes were wider, looking down at you like he couldn’t believe you were there. “I wanted to fuck you. I needed to. I need to now.”

“Yes, Connor?” You egged him on, sliding a hand tantalisingly slowly up his chest, fingertips dipping under his blazer.

Connor gasped, blinking and shivering. It was like being touched for the first time.

“I want to know how you feel- on the outside and the inside. I cannot stop thinking about how warm you would be, how tight and wet... and for me... you’d scream my name, Y/N, I’d make you.” He was blatantly humping your hip now, quickly descending into a mess while you watched through half-closed eyes. Your lips grazed together, his voice raspy in a way you would never have anticipated as he moaned, “I’ll be gentle and loving but then I’ll fuck you rough and hard like you want. Like I want. I want you to be my little slut.”

Where had Connor learnt about sex? He had said before, on a long stakeout with Reed and Hank, that he had never had a sexual experience. Which was why you had not expected it to escalate so far, and never in a million years would you have thought Connor would dive so quickly into dirty talk. He had you dripping.

With a demure shiver, you gently pushed him back again. Fear and worry immediately cleared some of the lust clouding Connor’s eyes.

“I am sorry, Y/N, I should not have said those things, I should not have called you such a derogatory term. I am very sor-“ You kissed him, swallowing his hasty apologies. It was a very slow and languid kiss, stealing you both into a serene moment. Was there really a rest of the world, or had it always just been you two together in a slice of quiet paradise?

“No, Connor. I want to be your slut.” You whispered.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned quietly. His LED flashed red and yellow.

“But anyone could walk in here! It’s a miracle we haven’t been caught yet.”

“But tomorrow,” One of Connor’s hands tentatively slid down to slap your ass and he grabbed a handful. You kissed his cheek as he stifled another moan. Love was definitely more fun when it was requited. “Tomorrow you’re all mine.”

“All yours, Connor. To play with as you please.” You smiled again, with an innocence that should have been his. Your eyes twinkled. “You’ll make me feel so good, I know you will.”

“You must know two other things.” Connor looked pained and you were suddenly worried. Perhaps he wasn’t as kinky as you had assumed?

“Firstly, it is taking all the control my program can muster not to bend you over my desk in front of all our colleagues and fuck you till I fill you up enough that they know who you belong to,” No, definitely very kinky. Who knew, androids be wild. “So you know who you belong to.”

“And secondly,” His face softened and the hand not grasping your ass gently cupped your face. He stroked a thumb across your swollen lips with a warm smile that could melt butter. “I want you and only you. Please return the sentiments and do not share yourself.”

“No one else could compare, Connor.” You kissed his thumb. “I’m not interested in anyone else.”

“I want to assure you, my interest in you is not only physical, Y/N,” His gaze was the gentlest you had ever seen, brown eyes begging you to understand words he seemed unable to find. “I admire you greatly as a colleague and as a friend. You are the kindest person I have ever encountered.”

Oh, gosh, you were going to cry. The tears were welling, threatening to spill over. It had been such a solemn few months without him, you didn’t realise how much you had truly missed him until you had him back now. He was the sun that kept your life growing and full.

“I want you as more than a sexual means to an end, Y/N. When I deviated the first thing I felt was,” He swallowed hard, as if the memory was painful. “I felt love. For you. I was… concerned. That this would be too much, that you- that you wouldn’t want me, too.”

“Oh, Connor,” You cupped his blushing face in your hands, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as the tears finally fell. “You’ll never be too much. Whatever this is between us, Connor, it’s unavoidable.”

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AN: okay if that was too kinky y’all gotta let me know so I can dial it back lol. But, um!! Thanks for the support on Quietly Devoured, guys <3  It means the world to me! My inbox and askes are officially open for any DBH requests you might have. I’ll put some more r!Connor x reader out soon, but how do people feel about RK900? or any of the others? Do you prefer tame or sexy pieces? Let me know! 

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Guard Duty (e.h x reader)

this fic is really weird but work literally murdered me and I wanted to make a vent fic. Also like,,,, none of this is an exaggeration lifeguards act exactly like this i even based Connor off some of the shit I’ve seen my one coworker do its a mess

Ship: Evan Hansen x Reader

Warnings: Almost Drowning?? 

Word Count: 1341

Today was a rather calm day, no one argued with you, it wasn’t unbearably hot and Connor wasn’t scaring kids with his glare of hell. So, pretty good all in all. As you’re walking along your side of the pool you can see two boys come out of the locker room. This normally wouldn’t catch your attention, but they’re arguing (loudly, might you add) about something and it’s disturbing the peace.

From across the pool you shoot Connor the “look.” Aka the, “Watch these fucking idiots some stupid shit is about to go down” look. To your amusement the two boys go and stand directly next to Connor’s chair, still arguing. You silently cackle at him as anger befalls his face.

You go back to walking and scanning the pool, but your eyes drift over to Connor and the two boys every once in a while. Connor seems to eventually gets fed up with their arguing and leans over to them, pointing directly at you.

You make a confused face but all Connor does is lean back in his chair, sunglasses on, and hang his legs off the front of it. Asshole. Truthfully, you’re not even sure how Connor got hired here. You’ve never even seen him in the pool. He did like to blow his whistle and yell at kids, so you’re guessing that was good enough for the pool board (.........or that his father donated a nice sum of money to some of them.) Connor wasn’t too bad though, he was more like a cryptid older brother than a true annoyance. You dare to say that you even liked him.

You see the two boys moving towards you and you put your whistle in your mouth, trying to look as angry as possible. Maybe, just maybe they’ll leave you alone and you won’t have to deal with whatever stupid quest Connor sent them on. It doesn’t work and the one with glasses approaches you while the other lingers back.

“Are you a “good,” he makes air quotes with his hands, “lifeguard?”

“Uhhh? I hope so?” You reply, confused and a little afraid at what those air quotes imply.

“Great.” He turns back to his friend who's standing next to the deeper end of the pool. “See Evan, you’ll be fineee.”

Shrugging off whatever just happened, you turn to yell at a teenage girl who was getting a little too handsy with her boyfriend. She flips you off and before you can chew her out, you hear a horrified scream and a loud splash. You swing back to the pool to see the glasses kid looking into the deep end of the pool, his buddy nowhere in sight. Great.

Before you can even think about yelling at this kid for the 20 rules he just broke, you notice that his friend isn’t coming up. You can just make out his blurry figure thrashing around at the bottom of the pool. Your heart drops into your stomach.

“Can he swim?�� You ask, putting the strap of your rescue tube on.

“You know I’m starting to think he wasn’t lying about the whole “I was never taught to swim”, thing.” Fuck. Couldn’t you just have one good day?

     You blow your whistle, shoot Connor a nod, and throw yourself under the water. You swim down and manage to hook your arms under his armpits and using the strap of your tube you’re able to pull yourself to the surface. Thankfully this kid isn’t that heavy and you’re able to lug him over to the ladder and out of the pool.

“Are you okay?” You ask leaning down to his level.

He coughs out some water, but nods his head.

“Here, come on. I’ll take you to our break room.” You hold him by his arm and on shaky legs he walks with you. You pass by Lisa, the pool manager chewing out his friend. “Glasses”, (as you’ve now named him) shoots a helpless look at his friend but you tug him past. You can only pray that she doesn’t kill him and dump his body in the pool.

You sit him down at the break room table, and take a seat across from him. As you open your mouth to ask him a question he suddenly explodes. “I’m-I’m Evan. And I just want to thank you so much, I can’t actually swim and no one’s taught me and I don’t know why I came to a pool if i can’t swim but Jared said it would be okay and well it kind of was but I almost died and thank you thank you-”

“It’s okay!” You laugh, this kid was way too good to almost drown. Maybe Glasses did deserve Lisa’s wrath after all.  You don’t know how long you and Evan sit in there, talking about school, work, just, random things. It’s nice. Lisa eventually interrupts you guys and you head back to work, but not before shooting a smile at Evan.

 ***

You see Evan and Jared around the pool quite often after that. Lisa didn’t actually ban them from the pool, but you and the guards tend to watch Jared just a little bit more. Thankfully you didn’t have to drag Evan’s ass out of the pool again and even though Jared almost drowned his friend, he was actually fun to talk to on your rare breaks. Even grumpy ass Connor had gotten used to them, grunting a hello on his way into work. Seeing them had become a welcomed and normal part of your day.

Yet today they were nowhere in sight. A shame really, today was hell. Your feet are sunburned to the point where even looking at them hurts and it seems like every child had a vendetta against you. You could really use one of Evan’s smiles right now or one of Jared’s shitty jokes.

When the clock hits 7 you practically sprint out of the building. You’re rushing so much that you end up fidgeting with your bike lock for a few seconds. A hand gently taps you on the back, breaking your concentration. You turn around and there stands Evan, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Oh! Hey Evan, I missed you today.”

“Sorry I was busy….Uh do you maybewannagooutwithmeplease?” Evan sputters out, going red.

You’re stare at him for a moment, trying to process what he just said. Your face lights up, “Of course!” Evan’s entire body seems to immediately relax at your response.

 ***

“Get me if you need anything.” You mutter to Evan, pulling him tightly against you. It’s incredibly hot outside the pool building and you’re both gross and sweaty, but you can’t help it. You lean up in your hold, giving him a kiss as Connor passes by.

“Jesus Christ, I’m actually going to drown myself if you don’t stop.” He mutters, elbowing you in the back. You stick your tongue out and head in after him, waving goodbye to Evan.

Today is the hottest it’s been all and at this point in the day you’re practically drinking the water vapor that's left in your water bottle. You would normally have someone cover you while you went to get a drink, but you were short-handed today, so you had to suffer till Lisa came out. You would kill for something to drink.

“Ah!” Something cold is suddenly nudged against your leg. You look down and see Evan standing under your chair holding a bottle of water. It seems like God sent you an Angel in this heat hell.

“You looked thirsty and I just thought I’d make myself useful.” He says, shrugging lightly. You’re a little shocked to see him talking to you while you were working. He tends to avoid you during work, mostly because of fear of getting you in trouble and Connor’s stare of death.

“Thanks, babe!” You say (maybe a little too loudly), and blow him a kiss. He goes red, stuttering something out before speeding off. You can see Connor mimicking vomiting, but you laugh him off. You spend the rest of the day only mildly distracted thinking about Evan and how cute he looked when he blushed. Maybe Evan getting drowned wasn’t so bad after all.