Warnings: None, Just A Little Fluff Piece About Kissing Connor For The First Time, Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: none, just a little fluff piece about kissing connor for the first time, gender neutral reader <3

when you and connor kissed for the first time, it was before either of you had even begun to acknowledge the mutual feelings towards eachother.

your laugh died on your lips, settling them into a slight frown as you turned back towards connor. he was only gently smiling, his eyes focusing on yours. eyes flickering to his led, you noticed it was blue. confused, you open your mouth to ask.

"wh-"

"can I kiss you?"

your eyes widen for a moment, pupils shaking as you begin to comprehend the emotions that seemingly simple question evoked in you. excitement, puzzlement, bashfulness, then finally, eagerness.

while your mind churned through this, connor's led had turned yellow and was spinning fast. your eyes locked onto the colour change. knowing his system was now running through many possible outcomes to this interaction, you briefly considered trying to create an outcome that his system wouldn't have mapped out, like you just grabbing his face and pulling him to you.

you decided against it, knowing it was his first kiss and not wanting to overwhelm him. so, you just grinned and nodded, giving him the opportunity to make the next move himself.

his hand lifted from his leg, reaching out to cup your cheek, and you note his temperature is slightly lower than that of a human. his eyes are searching your face, and he seemingly loses a bit of confidence as his eyes widen with the reality of the situation, his cheeks tinging blue with a blush.

"I don't.... I mean, i do! I want to, but-"

"connor, it's alright. take your time."

his eyes squeeze shut for a brief moment at your encouraging words, and he steels himself. opening them again, he feels himself relax. you can't help but let out a giggle at the small, self-assured nod he does.

he smiles at your reaction and uses the moment to finally lean in, his eyes fluttering shut as your lips finally meet. the first thing you notice is how soft his lips are, not distinguishable from a human's. they're warm and plush, pressing against yours with gentle eagerness.

he begins to pull away, and the skin between your eyebrows creases with frustration at how short the kiss is. you can't help your reaction, and you reach for his tie, tugging at it to keep him close. your other hand comes up to hold his jaw, tilting it so you can deepen the kiss. connor lets out a noise of surprise but doesn't try to back away.

this time, you're the one who pulls away. your hands drop towards your lap as your eyes flicker downwards.

"I'm sorry- I got carried away."

connor catches your hands with his before they hit your thighs and gently squeezes them. this makes your head lift, and you can't help but mirror the wide smile he has.

"it's okay, I enjoyed it."

his led is blue, calmly pulsing as he looks at you.

LEON KENNEDY'S DUMB FLIP PHONE

( Older!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || no specific Leon specified but definitely older than re2/re4 era !! Him n' his stupid flip phone ♡ )

“You need glasses.” You comment over his shoulder, watching as Leon’s eyes narrow to the point where they're squinting, his tired blues stay trained on his phone, quickly thumbing the keypad to switch between letters as he typed. “No I don't, they make me look old.” He says back, angling the screen of his flip phone, pure concentration on his face as he speaks. You smile a bit as you watch him, the bridge of his nose peeking through his bangs. “You need contacts then,” you correct, leaning a bit closer to see what he's doing. 

“Don't look. And I don't  need contacts either.” Leon shields the screen of his phone away from you, keeping it close to his chest. “Why?” Despite his words, you lean closer to see what he is typing. You can't see much, besides the bluish glare of his screen.

At least he wasn't using that damn Nokia anymore. You could barely even see the screen on that thing. It was as large as his palm, seeing him pad the numbers on that thing to call Chris was its own form of entertainment. An extreme sport, even. How the hell did his fingers not cramp up from texting you during his missions?

“You can't look yet.” Leon says with a giddiness in his tone, a somewhat rare thing to see especially after coming home from a long, tiring day at work. The apples of his cheeks perk up as he smiles to himself, using the keypad on his phone to scroll through…something. You still didn't know what the hell he was talking about. 

You see the giddy look on his face, the way his blues shone like he was finding something for the first time. Leon's had his phone as long as you could remember giving it to him. Which left you with more questions than answers. Your weight shifts as you rest your back against the couch cushions, arms folded against your chest as you wait. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

Until finally Leon shows you what he was trying to hide from you for so long. A long list of kaomojis. The blond seemed proud of himself, showing off the brightening bluish glare of his screen with a big, proud smile on his face. “What do you think?” He asks with the same giddiness in his tone from earlier. Your eyes scan over the various emoticons, cats, dogs, even bunnies. You subconsciously smile to yourself, having no idea that his phone even had the capabilities to do something as cute as this. “It’s cute, Leon.” you say, smiling a bit more as he scrolls through a roulette of kaomojis, some of them starred. Who knew, the Leon Scott Kennedy loved using silly little cats and smiley faces in his texts. What a man. Your man. 

 “Bet your phone can’t do this.” he teases, waving his phone screen in front of you. As if having a flip phone in the age of touch screens was some sort of flex. Even though there were countless apps that could do what his phone could, none of them could compare to the smile on the blond’s face as he showed you his little catalog of silly emoticons. You let the man have his fun, nodding along as you lean in to kiss his cheek. “Yeah, it can’t.” you say in reply.

secrets i have held in my heart

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

summary: when a slytherin classmate asks you out, you gladly accept. but why is sirius so upset about it?

warnings: angst + fluff

word count: 3.0k

note: not sure if the title makes sense but i was listening to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys while writing this soo.... enjoyy

“who were you just talking to? seemed awfully friendly.”

a smile pulled at your lips as you approached your friends, grinning at lily’s question. “vincent richmond. he's in our year.” you replied.

“who!?”

and that would be sirius black, who nearly spat out his juice at your mention of the boy’s name. “vincent richm-” you go to repeat but sirius interjects again. “no, i heard you. what i meant to say was.. why?”

you ignored sirius and turned back to lily, “as i was saying, he asked me to go to hogsmeade with him this weekend.” you tell her excitedly.

“he what!?”

“sirius please, i'm trying to have a conversation with lily.”

sirius shook his head, moving closer to you. “so what did he say when you rejected him?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows. you rolled your eyes as you let out a sigh. “i didn't reject him.” his eyes grow wide, “you didn’t?” he almost whispers as if saying it too loud might get him in trouble.

“i didn’t.”

“why not?” his voice is much louder now. you look at him with disbelief and confusion. “why not? uhh i don't know. maybe because he's nice-”

“nice? he's a slytherin! lily, tell her she can't go on this date.” he looks over to your friend. she shrugs, “she can make her own decisions, sirius. in fact, i encourage it.”

sirius’ mouth opens in shock. “encourage it? why?”

“well, she's been hung up on-” she's cut off by a nudge. her eyes widen as she realized what she's almost revealed. meeting your glare, she offers you an apologetic smile.

“i mean, you know, it's just a date. let her have fun.” she awkwardly stumbles through her sentence, shamefully looking down to her food once she’s finished.

“homework!” you suddenly call out. “i forgot my potions essay in the dorm, i'll go fetch it.” it wasn't a lie, you really did forget, but thankfully it gave you the opportunity to leave the conversation and get away from sirius.

you couldn't believe him. why was he so against you and vincent? it annoyed you to no end, or rather it confused you. but that seemed to be your friendship with him, confusing. sirius black was in possession of something very dangerous, charm. and unfortunately, you fell victim to it.

everyone knew he was a natural flirt. all he had to do was flash a cheeky smile and girls fell at his feet. and oh, how you tried not to fall for it, tried to resist. but the heart is a fickle thing, is it not?

but the risk of your friendship was too big. during your time at hogwarts, sirius had become a very good friend of yours. he was spontaneous, fun, but most of all loyal. you treasured the relationship you had with him, and not wanting to jeopardize it, you decide to keep your growing feelings for the boy to yourself. who even knows if he felt the same?

it was hard at first. so much so, that lily took notice how your gaze lingered on him, how you laughed a little louder at his jokes. once she confronted you, you knew you couldn't keep it from her. however, telling her of your feelings had proved to be helpful. somehow getting everything off your chest aided you in getting over the long haired boy. although, not completely.

once you retrieved your homework, you quickly made haste so as not to miss your first class when you were stopped by sirius. “what?”

“are you really going to hogsmeade with richmond?”

you let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair. “i am.” sirius’ shoulders sag at your answer, head slowly hanging down. “but why?” you stayed silent for a moment, waiting until sirius meets your eyes once again. “because he asked me.”

“you can't go out with him.” he insists to which you rolled your eyes. “why is that?” you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared him down. “b-because he's a slytherin!”

“so?” you tilt your head at him. “so? so, he's evil?” he exclaims. “evil? sirius, you don't even know him.”

“neither do you!”

your hand comes up to your temple, rubbing it in frustration. “exactly, so i'm going on this date to decide for myself what kind of person he is.”

“but-”

“why are you against this? as my friend, i’d think you want me to be happy.”

sirius jaw clenches at your words, “is that what you think? i don't want you to be happy?” you press your lips together as you shrug your shoulders, “i don't what else to think, sirius!”

“i’m only acting this way because i want you to be happy; i'm looking out for you!”

“looking out for me? you haven't given me a valid reason as to why i shouldn't go out with vincent.”

“yes i have.”

“no, you've only shown your contempt for him about twenty times over.”

“i told you, he's tricking you. he’s a snake.”

“because that's the only reason someone would ever express interest in me. to make me the butt of some joke?”

sirius looks taken aback at your statement, “that is not at all what i said, you are not listening to me.”

“i think i've listened enough.” you huff. the tension is high, a few of your fellow students lingering in the hallway to listen in on the argument. the both of you are practically fuming with anger. “oh have you?” sirius snarks. you nod at him. he shakes his head, “you know, i'm only looking out for you,” his voice is stern. “i don't want to see you get hurt.” he added.

“i can take care of myself.”

sirius nodded, lips pursed as he let out a sigh, “fine. but don't come crying to me when it all goes to shit!” he called out before turning on his heel. “don't worry, i won’t need to!” you yell at his retreating figure.

-

it's hogsmeade weekend, which means it's time for your date with vincent. you had been giddy about it all week, save for the spat you had with sirius. you haven't spoken to him since, not that he made any effort either.

nonetheless you were gonna go on this date and you were gonna have a good time, regardless of what sirius thinks.

with the help of the girls, you picked out a great outfit and did your hair. after a small pep talk from your friends, you were off to hogsmeade. vincent told you he'd meet you at the three broomsticks and from then on you'd see where the day takes you. the girls sent you off while they went to honeydukes, wishing you good luck as they did so.

-

“she’s really going on the date.”

“sorry mate.” james comforted sirius as he laid on his bed, head buried in a pillow. the boys had decided to sit this hogsmeade weekend. mostly for sirius’ sake. he didn't want to risk the chance of running into you, of running into you and vincent. “it's just one date, pads. who knows what’ll come of it.” james continued. “but now she's angry at me.” sirius groaned.

“i don't blame her.” remus decides to speak up. sirius lifts his head from the pillow. “et tu, moony?”

“you were being a git. she's right to be angry with you.”

“i was only trying to warn her- how could she go out with him?”

“well, i'm sure if you told her the actual reason you don't want her going on this date, she wouldn’t currently be on the date.” remus pointed out, james nodding in agreement. “he's right, pads.”

“oh, what do you know? you've been pining after lily for the past six years and she still won't give you the time of day.”

“okay, i know you didn't mean that. you're hurt because the girl you're in love with is currently on a date with someone else. so i forgive you. cheap shot, though.”

sirius gasps, “woah, woah. in love? i’m not in love with y/n.” he says, looking up to his friends who now have unamused looks on their faces. “i'm not! wormy, back me up here.” sirius urges peter, who looks away awkwardly, not saying anything. sirius mouth falls open. “really, wormtail?”

“it's pretty obvious, padfoot.” peter spoke softly, james and remus both hum in agreement. “obvious to everyone but him. and y/n, apparently.” remus adds. sirius shakes his head.

“i'm not in love. she's my friend and i want the best for her.” james goes to interject but sirius continues, “okay maybe i have a little crush, but can you blame me? she's amazing. she's so smart and brave. and funny. and i love spending time with her, it's the best part of my day-”

james, remus and peter all share knowing glances as sirius rambles on, fighting off smiles when sirius gets up to pace around the room all the while still talking.

“.. her hair always sits so pretty and she smells amazing and it's not that i don't want her to date, i just don't want her dating anyone but me-” sirius pauses in his rant and his pacing. his eyebrows furrow before his eyes widen as if he came to a realization.

“i’m in love with y/n.”

“finally!” the boys shout in unison at his revelation, getting up to pat him on the back. they celebrate for a bit before sirius freezes. “i have to stop that date.”

-

it had been thirty minutes and vincent still hasn't shown up. you'd stood outside the three broomsticks for five minutes before deciding to go in to look for him. when he wasn't inside, your mood started to deflate, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. so you went back outside and kept on waiting.

while your patience was growing thin, your anger was getting stronger. you were ready to leave and look for your friends when you heard vincent’s voice.

“i told you!” as he came closer into view, you saw that he wasn't alone. he was joined by a group of boys. and they were laughing, some were even pointing at you. furious, you stomp over to vincent.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting?”

the smug look on his face doesn't falter, “30 minutes? give or take?” he smirks at you and your face drops. “what?”

vincent let out a barking laugh, “oh, you didn't actually think i was interested in you, did you?” your eyes widen in shock, unable to find the words. “oh you did, didn’t you? too bad.”

your fists clench at your side at the sound of his voice, his laughter, his friend’s laughter. “so what, this was all just some dumb joke?”

“a bet, dollface. i suppose i should thank you, i'm a few galleons richer because of you. pay up, fellas!”

“you're awful.”

“good thing i don't care.” his friends break out into laughter once more, oh the dreadful sound. you were about to storm off but not before reaching for your wand and casting a few jinx spells.

-

you were currently being comforted by lily and marlene. they'd found you in the common room, sobbing on the couch. you would have gone up to your dorms but since everyone was at hogsmeade you had settled for the common room.

your sobs have stopped by now, but tears still flowed freely down your cheeks. “i'm such an idiot.” you sniffled. “no, you're not. he’s the idiot.” marlene assured, her hand comfortingly resting on your back. “she’s right. you are an amazing girl and he's an absolute arse for doing that to you.” lily spoke.

“merlin, he was right.” you sighed, burying your face in your hands. lily and marlene share a confused look, “who? vincent.”

“no,” you groan, “sirius-”

frantic footsteps can be heard suddenly, interrupting you. they get louder and louder until they reach the common room. you freeze at the sound of his voice. all four of the marauders are now in the room. you quickly wipe away at your tears and attempt to regulate your breathing. they spot lily and marlene first.

“girls, have you seen y/n-” james’ voice falters as he walks closer and spots you on the couch. at his abrupt silence, sirius quickly runs over to see why james had stopped talking. sirius freezes at the sight of you. surrounded by tissues. eyes red and puffy and cheeks flushed.

remus and peter soon join them, equally shocked at the situation. “what happened?” remus spoke softly, voice concerned. “nothing.” you quickly say, hoping they didn't hear the crack in your voice. “but you're crying.”

“i'm fine.”

“are you sure-”

“yes!” you look up to see the boys’ worried looks, you heave a sigh as you feel another tear falling down. not trusting your voice, you gesture to lily and marlene, giving them the okay to tell them what happened.

“vincent.”

sirius’ jaw clenches at the name, he has been quiet all this time, his eyes never leaving you. “the date was just some stupid bet with his friends. to see how long y/n would wait for him.” the boys gasp as their faces contort into disbelief, shock and anger.

sirius huffs, nostrils flaring as his fist clench at his side. he quickly turns to leave the room, ready to give vincent a piece of his mind when remus stops him. “don’t do anything stupid. you need to be here for her right now.” sirius sighs before realizing that remus is right and turns back to you.

“that’s awful, y/n. what a git.” james curses, shaking his head sympathetically. everyone nodded in agreement.

“are you okay?” sirius asks, the room falling silent. standing up from the couch, you finally meet his eyes, his familiar grey orbs bring a sense of comfort despite the tension between the two of you. you nod at him. “you were right.” you whispered. when he says nothing you continue, “he was bad news and i should’ve listened to you. could you gloat at a later time, though? not really in the mood.” your voice is shaky as more tears escape.

“and don't worry, i won't come crying to you.”

sirius lets out a sigh, “what if i come to you?”

you cautiously watch as sirius strides over to you, opening his arms and bringing you into his chest, nestling his face into your hair. you tense up for a moment before melting into him, wrapping your arms around him.

lily gestures for everyone to leave, nodding her head at the door. they all follow suit, quietly exiting the room to give you some privacy.

you start sobbing quietly as sirius holds you close. you feel his hand come up to stroke your head. “i’m sorry.” you snicker. sirius pulls back, enough so he can cup your face. “hey, you have nothing to be sorry for.” he assures you. you shake your head. “i do. i should've listened you and then we fought-”

“that was my fault.”

“but you were right about him.”

“i didn't want to be! everything i said was out of pure jealousy. if i knew what he was up to, trust me, i would have been a lot more persistent.”

“you were jealous?”

sirius looks down at you with a fond smile, “love, i'm jealous of anyone who holds your attention for more than a minute.”

your mouth slightly opens at his statement. sirius lets his words sink in. it’s a confession. of sorts. he so badly wants to scream how utterly in love he is with you, but he decides he’ll tell you tomorrow. with your favorite flowers, maybe some sweets from honeydukes. and definitely in a more romantic setting.

“just a heads up, me and the guys are definitely gonna make vincent and his foul little friends pay. i'm sure james already has some ideas.”

you let out a laugh, “no need, right now they're all covered in boils and throwing up slugs.” you tell him proudly. sirius gives you an amused look, “i've taught you well.”

-

some time later the both of you are on the couch, his arms around as your head rests on his chest. some of your housemates had come and gone, pausing as they saw the two of you entangled together.

sirius absentmindedly played with your hair as the two of you engaged in conversation about anything and everything. your tears had stopped long ago and now you could barely remember the entire vincent fiasco. now you feel at ease, at peace. in his arms.

“...you should've seen snape’s face. oh, it was priceless-” sirius pauses his story as he feels your breathing even out. when he looks down, he finds your eyes closed, your face cuddled into his chest. he couldn't help the smile that grew on his face as he watched you.

careful not to wake you up, he adjusts slightly on the couch so you can stretch out more comfortably, movement freezing when you stir. once he feels you settle once more, his hand comes up to stroke the top of your hair. you nuzzle more into his chest at the gesture and sirius hopes you don't feel the rapid beating of his heart.

he contemplates on waking you up, you probably would be more comfortable on your bed, but he selfishly decides against it, opting to hold you in his arms a little while longer.

a few moments pass and you're still sleeping soundly on sirius’ chest. he looks down to your face and heaves a sigh. the events from earlier are still at the back of his mind. the nerve of vincent richmond.

“you did not deserve that.” he whispers softly. “you are so fucking precious and you don’t realize, huh?” his thumb traces over your cheek, “you deserve the world and everything beyond,” he breathes into your hair. “and i will make it my life’s mission to give you just that.” he pressed a soft kiss to your head before stroking over your hair once more.

tomorrow. tomorrow he’ll tell you everything. how deeply he feels for you, how you make his heart swell with a simple smile, how he cannot bear the thought of you with someone else. tomorrow he’ll tell you everything he just said and he’ll make sure you're awake to actually hear him.

fortunately, you were always a light sleeper.

Platonic Sebastian Sallow Headcannons

“You’re so small….” Sebastian says with a teasing smirk. Eyes glancing at you, hands neatly together whilst you stand by him. “Oh bug off..” Sebastian making fun of you height if you’re short is definitely normal in the friendship.

Since he is naturally tall and big, he would put his big ass hand to your face. Making you annoyed. “Get your hand out of my face!” You hissed at Sebastian who had a neutral expression. “Hmm what about no?”

Then he smacked your forehead with the said hand. Making you immediately pull Sebastian’s slight curls to which he screamed to let go.

You two have friendly fights, and unfriendly fights. The friendly fights are just slight bickering back and forth, maybe a little bit of pinching each other. While the unfriendly fights might make you two become not friends. But some of those fights are rare as you both just do a mutual agreement. Both hating to apologize for such crude behavior. You two are Slytherins, so what’s to come is coming.

Ominis knows who you are, because of Sebastian’s big mouth of his. Sebastian when he met you. He was struck with how amazing you are and how you met his personality. Ominis however is sick of listening about you. Not because he hates you, Merlin’s no. It’s just because Sebastian doesn’t know when to shut up

During battles, he always makes sure you are safe and unharmed. He would hate to feel guilt of you being hurt in a battle during a mission or quest of sorts. Like wise, he would put himself in front of you if he deems someone a threat to you. Wand ready in hand to take them down.

Being clingy of you is an understatement when he walks you to class, sits next to you a lot, even in classes all the way during times of the great hall’s; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So yes Sebastian may dismiss being so called clingy to you. But in all means, he’s use to it.

Now protective/jealous Sebastian is something no one should try to battle. Immediately gripping his wand as his other hand holds your hip tightly. Being behind you and watching your back with a serious gaze. Seriously though, you were trying to talk to someone when Sebastian took you away with a dash. Leaving the student confused to what just happened.

He’s the type to have a friend crush (a platonic crush where you want to deeply be friends with someone.) please, when he became your friend and when you admit he was your friend. Internally he was ecstatic. He tried to control the smile that was pulling on his lips. But he couldn’t help it.

“So am I really your friend?”

“…didn’t I just say that?”

This boy is weak against Nicknames from you. When you first called him “Seb” or even “sebby”. He’s immediately by you with a “yes?” Ominis is mentally gagging while using his wand to read.

Especially if you smile and call him “Seb”, he’s immediately being such a softie to you it surprises Leander. Leander was sure Sebastian was gonna tear his throat out before you called Sebastian that nickname. Smiling as you wanted to show him something, and sure as enough the Sallow male’s eyes lit up and went over to you. You sure are magic.

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE !!

( Leon Kennedy x GN!reader headcanons || finding your lipstick on his things ♡ )

( ♡ ) Leon can't help but feel slightly embarrassed whenever he finds your lipstick stains on his collars

( ♡ ) He quietly hopes that no one asks where they came from, but at the same time, he does

( ♡ ) He doesn't mind your lipstick smudging against his skin (he secretly wonders if you buy lipstick with him in mind)

( ♡ ) He's tried buying lipsticks for you, but he doesnt really know what he's doing (he's trying his best)

( ♡ ) He absolutely loves it when you pepper him in kisses, sometimes he traces over them with his fingers with a stupid smile on his face

( ♡ ) Speaking of peppering him with kisses, he loves the fuzzy feeling on his skin after you kiss him (even if he doesn't show it)

( ♡ ) Whenever he sees your lipstick on his things, he's reminded that you're waiting for him at home

( ♡ ) Secretly loves seeing the color of lipstick you're wearing on his straws/cups but won't admit it

( ♡ ) Sometimes he wish you'd warn him, though- coming to meetings with very visible lipstick stains on them isn't very professional at all

Just a Machine - (NSFW Connor/RK800 x Reader)

Just a Machine (Connor x fem!Reader)

Connor always told you that he was just a machine.

This is when he proves it to you.

Tags: Machine Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Death, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex

Read here or on AO3.

“What’s more important to you, Conner?”

Elijah Kamski’s voice floats through your mind, disembodied, distant and disjointed past the thrumming in your ears. The pounding of your heart.

“That’s enough,” you say, try to spit out with as much venom as you can muster, but your voice wavers. You feel yourself shaking. Losing control.

“Your investigation?” he asks, and the little smile playing on his lips, the way he’s toying with Connor, makes your stomach churn. “Or the life of this android?”

You hate the way he says that word. The way he sneers it, like it’s so much less. Like she is so much less. Your glance back at the other two Chloe androids, and they look terrified, clinging to each other, covering their mouths with their hands.

Decide who you are.

Connor’s LED flickers, a constantly cycling amber. His eyebrows twitch, furrowing and unfurrowing, lips pressed into a firm line. But his arm remains steady, gun pointed squarely at Chloe’s forehead.

Kamski grabs his shoulder, voice lilting with sadistic glee. “Pull the trigger—” “Conner—Don’t!”

“—and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Before you can open your mouth again, before you can raise your hand to stop him—

A splatter of thirum erupts from her forehead, and Chloe goes limp.

The room is spinning, a blur of gray and while and blue. Your ears are ringing, your eyes are burning—what the hell just happened? Everything is collapsing in on itself. You’re trembling, breaking in two.

How long, you wonder, until that gun is pointed at you?

You look back at the other two Chloes. Take in the way one stares straight at you, eyes wide, the way the other has buried her face in the shoulder of the other.

I’m sorry. You want to say, but you can’t find the words, can’t find the air. You feel like you can’t breathe, like all the air has been sucked out of the room and you are suffocating.

You turn to leave. Turn around and flee because you can’t bear to be in that room any longer.

Connor catches up with you just outside the front door. Grabs your wrist and keeps hold of it when you try to wrench it away.

You spin around to face him, scowl at him and pull again. “Let go of me!”

He looks taken aback. Confused. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you shout, trying again to yank free of him. Rage boils in your chest, indignation and hatred and you feel like you are burning alive. “You shot her, Conner!”

“I shot a machine, Detective” he says. The steady ambivalence, the cool blue of his LED—it baffles you, infuriates you. “I did what I had to do to advance the investigation.”

“You killed her, Conner!” you yell, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You pointed the gun at her fucking skull and killed her!”

“And I would do it again if I had to.”

You laugh—a bitter, choking sound. “You don’t feel a fucking thing, do you? Do you?!” You pull on your wrist again, trying to pry his fingers off. “Let go of me!”

This time, he does, and you stagger backwards.

“You’re just a machine…” you whisper, blinking back tears, backing away from him, cradling your wrist against your chest. The wind whips around you, howling and shrieking.

“Of course I am,” he says, shouts over the wind, and it’s the angriest—the most anything—you’ve ever seen him. “What did you think I was?”

His question throws you off balance. It knocks the wind out of you. And all at once, the tears overflow. The anger, the disgust, the shame and disbelief, it burns in your lungs. “I thought… I-I thought…”

I thought you were different.

“Get it the car,” he says, closer now, voice back to its monotone coldness.

And you do, because there’s little else to do. He drives you home, doesn’t say another word to you, and follows you inside. Follows you into the kitchen where you go straight for the bourbon still out on the kitchen counter, taking solace in the bite and the burn.

Then his hand is wrapping around your own, lowering the bottle before it can do any real good. You glare at him, through teras you convince yourself are from the bourbon. You stare at his eyes, a brown so soft and warm, but so entirely devoid of warmth.

He steps closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

You press your palm flat against his chest. “What the hell are you doing?”

He leans close, pressing gentle kisses along the line of your jaw, down the column of your throat.

“Last time I touched you like this,” he says, taking the bottle from your trembling fingers and setting it on the counter behind him. “Your attitude towards me improved significantly,” his breath is hot against your collarbone, his fingers toying with the bottom of your shirt. “I’m simply seeking the same results.”

You let out a shaky exhale, and something inside you shatters.

It hurts—it hurts so fucking bad.

But you let him touch you. You let him tug your shirt over your head and kiss you against the counter. You let him cup your face and run his fingers through your hair. You let him drag his tongue against your own, let him lap up the tears that roll gently down your cheeks.  

You let him lift you, let him carry you to your bedroom and lay you down on the mattress.

You let him peel off the rest of your clothes, let him lick at your center and sink his fingers into your heat. You grind against his hand, his face, keening at the curl of his fingers, the way he laps and sucks at your clit. It doesn’t take long—you want this. You want to lose yourself in the pleasure that surges through your veins like electricity, you want to lose yourself in the build, the burst, the feel of your fingers twisting in his hair.

He climbs over you, grabs your jaw and crushes his lips against yours, tongue delving deep into your mouth as soon as you let him in. He moans then—low and staticky—and then he’s pushing into you, hands hooked underneath your knees, pressing you back, pressing you open.

You let him stretch you open, let him drive the breath from your lungs with each thrust into your center, let him work you closer and closer. His head lulls forward, nose buried in your neck, fingers flexing against the sides of your knees.

He groans, exhaling a whisper of your name, fucking into you harder, faster. He bites down on your shoulder, sinks his teeth into your skin and you let him.

You wrap your legs around his hips, your arms around his torso and cling to him. You cum, walls clenching and fluttering around his cock. Breathless, you beg him to slow down, to be gentle and soft when he finishes inside you.

To let you pretend—just for a moment—that he loves you.

That he feels anything for you at all.

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