About the author: sallowism/liana, she/her, 18+, part time poet
What/Who I write for: Connor RK800 (as of now)
☆Masterlist☆
Chain of Command series (Connor RK800 x reader) - Connor is under supervision by a female Sergeant (reader)
001 Connor RK800 x reader (oneshot)- reader finds Connor in Stratford Tower instead of Hank
Friendly Fire series (Connor RK800 x reader) - in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together
Hello to all! To everyone reading my ongoing series (Friendly Fire and COC), I'm updating you guys to let you know that I might not be able to post the following chapters soon. I have planned to post much earlier but I couldn't find the right time to do so.
I'm currently having a hard time finding the motivation to write as well as trying to keep my mind clear. Therefore, I wouldn't really have the ability to write a well written chapter for any of my series. I want you guys to have the best time while reading them, and I wouldn't want to force myself to write just for the sake of a deadline.
This doesn't really mean anything bad. I'm just not in a good place as of the moment. I plan to keep my promises and hopefully, I'll be able to write soon.
Thank you to everyone who are reading my fanfics! 💕💕 It brings me so much joy to know that there are people looking forward to my posts 😢 I'll be back with you guys!
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
Friendly Fire: CHAPTER 02
pairing/s: Connor RK800 X reader (college romance, academic rivals, young adult, just two nerds in love, online friends)
word count: 3.3k
warning/s: 18+: MDNI, nothing too explicit (no smut yet but soon), swearing, not much warnings ig except this aint proofread oh my fart ignore any mistakes
author's note: totally wasnt expecting this fic to blow up and i js wanna thank you guys for supporting a kind and innocent author in need anyway ill prolly finish this in 1 or 2 more chapters but whatevs
The exam hall began to empty out as the proctor announced time on the examinees, some even slamming their things on the table due to how frustrated they were about the test.
For you, it had been rather.. average. You had been prepared after all despite only having a few textbooks to back your studying.
Though, the test included more mathematics than you would usually expect. Nothing surprising of course. You had easily maneuvered through whatever the hell that test challenged you to do.
You were.. second after all. Second to the most annoying guy in campus.
A student hurried past you, almost knocking off your bag that was set on your table as you began to pack.
You had caught it just in time, placing the leather back on the surface before glaring at the guy who was in too much of a rush to even apologize.
Rude.
The proctor finally exited the hall himself, carrying the test papers and answer sheets in his arms before excusing himself from the group of students who gathered up in the doorway.
"Fuck, I totally flunked that. Jas won't let me fucking copy," one of the students murmured, a laugh coming up from his throat.
"What'd you get on 31? How'd you solve it?" Another voice rang out from the other side of the room.
As you turned, you realized the guy he'd been talking to was Connor Anderson.
He looked rather, uncomfortable.
Were they seriously asking him for test answers after all that?
"Uh.. forgot." He said casually, coming off as clueless but to you, he clearly didn't care. Of course he wouldn't go revealing his answers. Even after the test was over.
"Come on, I gotta know if I got jackpot. I spent five minutes on that number alone." The other man pleaded, nudging Connor as he was packing his things.
Connor only scratched the back of his head, a little dismissive of the student nudging his shoulder and pulling on his shirt.
"Think it was.. uh..." He began, though never really finishing his sentence.
The student felt a little helpless because of his attitude, knowing he wouldn't really get any information on him.
"Okay, at least tell me something. Who do you think got a better score? You or Y/N? Heard she's been trying to throw you off the top by a decimal." He laughed, nudging Connor a little harder.
You could clearly see a vein pop in his temple as his shirt was yet again, tugged and abused by the other guy.
Connor's jaw tightened a little, a low chuckle coming out of his throat. The sound itself sent a tingle down your spine.
"I do not have a clue..." He said sarcastically, his shoulders slumping a little as he shook his head.
"Though I wouldn't worry about it. The decimal she's chasing is still far. I won't be thrown off by her." He added, swinging his backpack on his right shoulder.
The other guy started nodding, agreeing with Connor.
"You're right, you're the smartest here after all." He said, patting him on the back though it felt more like a hit than a pat.
Connor only moved away, a small smile forming on his lips as he brushed past the student.
"Yeah, sure." Connor said, shaking his head.
The smartest?! That idiot.. I'm still in the exam hall!
The thought of being dismissed like that as second smartest to Connor, it was like being pushed back to the last row of the line.
Of course, he's still a dick.
A very pretentious one.
To admit that you wouldn't be able to throw him off the chart and land on the top, it was a fucking insult.
All that gentleman act was all for nothing if that attitude was his default.
You somehow felt a little.. disappointed. As if that night felt nothing. As if he didn't almost suffocate Jameson till he turned purple was just an act of kindness. To you, it wasn't.
Half the guys in the university only cared about themselves and what they gained from other people. It was just how they worked.
But not Connor Anderson at least.
He was the pinnacle of what every man should be. What every man dream of being.
And yet, hearing him say those words totally buggedyou off.
In a way, you also remembered that you've been in the long game with him since freshman year. One night isn't going to change the rivalry that was brewing between you two.
You hung your bag on your shoulder, holding the strap of it as you rushed out of the hall, brushing past a few students that huddled on the exit.
God, a coffee would easily ease the tension on your neck right now.
The thought of being second to that man. How he dismissed you so easily.
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
You pulled out your phone, typing away as you texted North if she was free for a coffee run outside campus.
"I'm itching, where are u pls I need caffeine. I'll drop by ur building in like five ish -"
You stopped in your tracks with a half finished sentence typed on your phone as you bumped into something hard. Did you hit a wall?
No.
The "wall" turned, there stood Connor Anderson.
You looked up, catching your phone mid air and almost touching his...
NO!
Thankfully, you had avoided the inevitable.
You clutched the gadget to your chest just after catching it, finally looking up at him again.
He raised his brow, a little confused. He definitely noticed how you almost touched the buckle of his pants.
He definitely did.
Connor let out a breath, stepping away a bit to give you a little space.
"Something wrong?" He asked casually, his hand hanging in the air as if he wanted to help you steady yourself.
You quickly fixed your posture, shoving your phone in your pocket as you forgot all about North and that coffee run.
A low sigh came out of your throat as you calmed your senses, clutching your bag a little closer to your body.
"Nothing. Sorry. Didn't see you." The words came out a little rushed, maybe even sounding a little pissed.
He tilted his head slightly, looking away for a second before back at you.
He too, didn't know what to do or say.
"Okay.... Are you okay then?" Connor asked, though it seemed.. genuine. Far from the words he had deliberately said out of pure ego earlier.
"Yes. Just fine." You replied, glancing at the bulletin board next to him for a moment.
Wow, hm. This is a nice board.
He cleared his throat, managing to catch your attention again.
"Okay then... See you." He said, turning away to walk off.
You decided then, it was no use being a blabbering and stammering idiot in front of the guy. If he wanted to play that game, you're gonna make sure to win it this round.
"Wait." You called out, trying to reach for his arm but quickly retreating your hand back.
He turned again, looking down at your figure.
"Your jacket. It's still in my dorm." You began, rubbing the fabric of your sweater between two fingers.
Why did it suddenly feel so hot? It's 21 degrees outside, you idiot!
"Oh.. yeah. My jacket." He said, scratching the back of his head as he thought of something.
"I'll drop by your dorm to pick it up. We're in the same building anyway." He said, dropping his hand to his side. His tone was a little dismissive, a little too casual for your liking.
Dropping by your dorm?
"Yeah.. okay. My room number is 742, floor 3." You informed him, sighing a little at the end.
"We live in the same floor too." He let out a soft chuckle, fixing the strand of hair that fell between his eyes.
The same floor? After having dormed there for three years, he only lived by the end of the hall?
"I'm room 759. If you want, you can drop by yourself. Really depends when you're free or not." He said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
"Uh.. you can just.. drop by mine. I'm always hanging there. So..." You trailed off, the fabric of your sweater suddenly becoming a little too rough due to how much you were rubbing it.
"Sure. I'll drop by tonight." He said, nodding.
You nodded back slowly as the silence between you two stretched.
Neither spoke for a moment until Connor let out another sigh.
"Alright then, gotta go to practice. See you." He said, raising his palm without waiving. He finally turned and walked away to the exit, his back to you.
The way he walked, talked, even breathed...
It could send a bird flopping down in an instant.
That man was a walking hazard. A very smart and utterly competitive hazard that's convinced he's better than you in everything.
For the past five hours, you've been doing all sorts of things.
Catching up with North, telling her about the test, that good for nothing proctor, and of course.. Connor. She'd been rather entertained by your stories lately, saying she'd like to experience this "rom-com" in real time.
It wasn't much different to one anyway. So you thought.
No, Connor Anderson is very much off limits. He's been at your throat since you first got into the university. Since you first sat on your first lecture.
His annoyingly round brown eyes you wanted to poke out of their sockets. They could send you to your knees without much effort and it frustrated you.
Connor was inadvertently absent most of the time. Not in classes, but perhaps, in the social world.
No one has seen him hang around with any women in the campus, despite being included in the top five heart throbs in the university.
Of course he was. Who wouldn't fall for a smart Engineering guy who has it all planned out for himself? The top of his class, and no one in his radar?
There's also been a rumor going on that he had recently rejected a sophomore during one of the latest events that was hosted. A romantic confession behind the bleachers that only ended in tears. Apparently, he had helped her with tutoring and fell for him. It wasn't the same case for him though.
He was unfairly considerate to everyone. But he likes to think that he's better than them too. Just like how he deliberately confessed that you wouldn't get to beat him.
Connor is the kind of person you can easily gravitate toward to but end up getting burned once you get too close. Now, you're just trying to stay in the safe zone.
Keep your heart intact. Keep your mind focused on the top spot.
You wouldn't let a man tell you otherwise, right?
Soon, the chat with North came to an end and she finally excused herself to go back to her own dorm to rest.
It was already pretty dark out as the sun started to set. You quickly made your way back to your own dorm, having yet another crisis with the broken doorknob.
It was dangerous of course, but you didn't know how to fix it and didn't have anyone to call about it. Besides, there weren't much people hanging around the third floor.
The door slammed shut behind you as you tidied up a bit before Connor got there.
It was now 7:36PM and you've been playing on your computer for the past thirty minutes just to pass the time.
You planned to invite your online friend for a quick game actually, but he'd been offline since yesterday.
misoosoop: are u dead or are u ded?
misoosoop: man, so bored. text me when u get online
The keyboard clicked as you hit send. A sigh left your lips as the minutes ticked by. What's taking him so long?
7:41PM
misoosoop: btw i bought the new battlepass lmk if u want a quick flex 😛
7:42PM
A knock.
You got up abruptly, trying to fix whatever the hell happened to your hair as you approached the door.
One quick glance at the mirror. All good.
Your hand turned the knob, though it didn't open the first try. You turned again, harshly this time.
"Jesus Christ!" You exclaimed, tugging on the metal as it finally opened.
"Hey, hi." The casualty of your voice wasn't enough to mask the fact that you had broken your doorknob and had it hanging on the hole of the door.
Connor only stared back, blinking.
He then lowered his gaze, seeing the doorknob hanging for it's dear life.
God, that was so embarrassing.
He only sighed, shaking his head as she covered his mouth to muffle his laugh.
The sight irritated you a little, but seeing him find it funny...?
"What's so funny?!" You confronted, a blush forming on your face as Connor only laughed harder.
"Sorry, sorry," he said as he fanned his hand at you.
His laughter died down, a heavy breath escaping his lips as he focused on you now.
"You should've told me you were having a dispute with your doorknob. I could've gone over here and fixed it for you a long time ago." He said, rubbing the back of his head.
"I'll be back to get some tools, stay here." He said, turning as he ran to the end of the hall to his own dorm room.
You wanted to rip your hair out of your own scalp the moment he mention fixing it. It was so utterly embarrassing.
And to be seen fumbling like an idiot like that?!
Though, it was rather.. thoughtful of him to offer to fix it for you just like that. But he's like that to everyone! He'd throw his own jacket on a puddle if there was an old lady on the line.
You sighed as he came back with a toolbox.
"You don't have to, I can just call someone else to fix it."
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm already here." He interrupted, kneeling on one knee as he inspected it.
"It won't be too hard, don't worry. And it's free." Connor added as he started working on the broken doorknob.
You could only stand there in silence as he worked on the metal, the vein on his hands pulsing a little as he moved.
Keep your eyes elsewhere, you idiot!
"You know, what you're doing is dangerous. Someone could break into your dorm and rob your place. Or worse." He informed, turning the screw as he rose to his full height.
"There." He added, looking over to you at his side. He tilted his head.
He noticed you were starting to zone out a bit.
"Hello?" Connor asked, nudging you a little.
"Shit. Sorry. Thanks." You sighed, shaking your head. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." He replied, putting away his tools in the box.
You turned, the air suddenly becoming a little too thin and awkward as you stood close to him.
"Do you want something to drink? It's the least I can do for you." You offered, playing with the fabric of your sweater.
"Water is fine. Thanks." He retaliated, closing the door behind him as he approached the space.
His eyes wandered, looking over the expanse of your room as he let out a soft breath.
"Nice room." He mentioned, grabbing the glass of water as you approached him.
As he took a sip, he found your computer open at the corner of your room. Connor slowly tilted his head, trying to read whatever was on it.
He wasn't trying to snoop of course, maybe just a little curious.
"You play?" He asked, turning to you as he lowered the glass on the table beside him.
"Occasionally, yes. Do you?" You returned, wrapping your arms around your waist.
"Suppose. Just to kill some time."
Then, your phone dinged. A notification. It must've been from North. Or your mom. But it definitely brought you to your senses.
Connor wasn't here to make acquaintances.
"Uh.. your jacket, here." You reached over to your dresser, pulling the fabric off the hanger as you folded it for him.
"Thanks." He said, resting his jacket on his left arm.
"You know, we should play sometime. When we're both off studying." The suggestion came too casually, and you sort of.. blushed because of it.
Was he seriously inviting you to play games with him? Or was this another way to distract you from your goal?
"I.. uh... I'm not that good. I think I'd rather stick to studying." You said, fiddling with the bottom strands of your hair. It felt too awkward...
"I'm not great either. If you're worried about your grades all the time, how are you supposed to live?"
It was just a simple question. But one that you really weren't able to answer.
You've spent your entire life pursuing to be great. Chasing scholarships and earning the respect of others to the point that you forget that there's light out there worth seeing.
Other than the lights from the library or the lamp of your room.
"Easy for you to say.. you're smarter than me. You can easily occupy first place without breaking a sweat. While I have to think of ways on how to throw you off that platform." You confessed, sighing softly to yourself as he stared at you.
Connor hadn't really thought of it that way. He only did what he could because he can. Not because he really wanted to spite you.
Maybe sometimes, it was fun seeing you get pissed at him for getting a higher score. But hearing you say out loud that you were disappointed. In yourself? He felt like he was he most cruel person in the room.
"I didn't know it ticked you off that much. I thought it was just.. playful banter between us." He replied.
"Playful banter? You've been bantering with me since freshman year, shoving your perfect grades at my face while I have to settle for a decimal lower. It didn't just tick me off, it's ruining me." Your body turned, moving away from him as you sat on your desk chair.
He didn't follow you, but he slowly took a step closer just to bridge that gap between you.
"I'm sorry. I should've been more considerate. I forgot that I'm not the only scholar in this university. And.. I should've been more careful of your feelings." Connor retorted, his hands coming to rest on his sides.
"You don't have to apologize. It's just how things work." You answered, looking over your computer.
"Well, it shouldn't. Tell you what, let's study together. No more competing. I want to learn from you. Not just academically, but..." He didn't have the guts to say it out loud, but you knew what he meant.
You knew exactly what he meant.
"I don't think you can really learn anything from me. But I'll have to take you up on that offer. I can get to know your secret weapon and finally acquire first place." You finally looked at him, a smile forming on your face.
He returned your smile, stopping just a few feet behind you. Connor sighed, tilting his head slightly to the side as he spoke.
"Good. At least you'll get to experience it even just for a little bit. Next year, I'll take it from you again." He smirked, moving a little closer.
His gaze moved slightly behind you, seeing your open computer.
Connor's eyes widened, a low scoff coming out of his mouth.
"misoosoop: btw i bought the new battlepass lmk if u want a quick flex 😛"
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
Friendly Fire: CHAPTER 02
pairing/s: Connor RK800 X reader (college romance, academic rivals, young adult, just two nerds in love, online friends)
word count: 3.3k
warning/s: 18+: MDNI, nothing too explicit (no smut yet but soon), swearing, not much warnings ig except this aint proofread oh my fart ignore any mistakes
author's note: totally wasnt expecting this fic to blow up and i js wanna thank you guys for supporting a kind and innocent author in need anyway ill prolly finish this in 1 or 2 more chapters but whatevs
The exam hall began to empty out as the proctor announced time on the examinees, some even slamming their things on the table due to how frustrated they were about the test.
For you, it had been rather.. average. You had been prepared after all despite only having a few textbooks to back your studying.
Though, the test included more mathematics than you would usually expect. Nothing surprising of course. You had easily maneuvered through whatever the hell that test challenged you to do.
You were.. second after all. Second to the most annoying guy in campus.
A student hurried past you, almost knocking off your bag that was set on your table as you began to pack.
You had caught it just in time, placing the leather back on the surface before glaring at the guy who was in too much of a rush to even apologize.
Rude.
The proctor finally exited the hall himself, carrying the test papers and answer sheets in his arms before excusing himself from the group of students who gathered up in the doorway.
"Fuck, I totally flunked that. Jas won't let me fucking copy," one of the students murmured, a laugh coming up from his throat.
"What'd you get on 31? How'd you solve it?" Another voice rang out from the other side of the room.
As you turned, you realized the guy he'd been talking to was Connor Anderson.
He looked rather, uncomfortable.
Were they seriously asking him for test answers after all that?
"Uh.. forgot." He said casually, coming off as clueless but to you, he clearly didn't care. Of course he wouldn't go revealing his answers. Even after the test was over.
"Come on, I gotta know if I got jackpot. I spent five minutes on that number alone." The other man pleaded, nudging Connor as he was packing his things.
Connor only scratched the back of his head, a little dismissive of the student nudging his shoulder and pulling on his shirt.
"Think it was.. uh..." He began, though never really finishing his sentence.
The student felt a little helpless because of his attitude, knowing he wouldn't really get any information on him.
"Okay, at least tell me something. Who do you think got a better score? You or Y/N? Heard she's been trying to throw you off the top by a decimal." He laughed, nudging Connor a little harder.
You could clearly see a vein pop in his temple as his shirt was yet again, tugged and abused by the other guy.
Connor's jaw tightened a little, a low chuckle coming out of his throat. The sound itself sent a tingle down your spine.
"I do not have a clue..." He said sarcastically, his shoulders slumping a little as he shook his head.
"Though I wouldn't worry about it. The decimal she's chasing is still far. I won't be thrown off by her." He added, swinging his backpack on his right shoulder.
The other guy started nodding, agreeing with Connor.
"You're right, you're the smartest here after all." He said, patting him on the back though it felt more like a hit than a pat.
Connor only moved away, a small smile forming on his lips as he brushed past the student.
"Yeah, sure." Connor said, shaking his head.
The smartest?! That idiot.. I'm still in the exam hall!
The thought of being dismissed like that as second smartest to Connor, it was like being pushed back to the last row of the line.
Of course, he's still a dick.
A very pretentious one.
To admit that you wouldn't be able to throw him off the chart and land on the top, it was a fucking insult.
All that gentleman act was all for nothing if that attitude was his default.
You somehow felt a little.. disappointed. As if that night felt nothing. As if he didn't almost suffocate Jameson till he turned purple was just an act of kindness. To you, it wasn't.
Half the guys in the university only cared about themselves and what they gained from other people. It was just how they worked.
But not Connor Anderson at least.
He was the pinnacle of what every man should be. What every man dream of being.
And yet, hearing him say those words totally buggedyou off.
In a way, you also remembered that you've been in the long game with him since freshman year. One night isn't going to change the rivalry that was brewing between you two.
You hung your bag on your shoulder, holding the strap of it as you rushed out of the hall, brushing past a few students that huddled on the exit.
God, a coffee would easily ease the tension on your neck right now.
The thought of being second to that man. How he dismissed you so easily.
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
You pulled out your phone, typing away as you texted North if she was free for a coffee run outside campus.
"I'm itching, where are u pls I need caffeine. I'll drop by ur building in like five ish -"
You stopped in your tracks with a half finished sentence typed on your phone as you bumped into something hard. Did you hit a wall?
No.
The "wall" turned, there stood Connor Anderson.
You looked up, catching your phone mid air and almost touching his...
NO!
Thankfully, you had avoided the inevitable.
You clutched the gadget to your chest just after catching it, finally looking up at him again.
He raised his brow, a little confused. He definitely noticed how you almost touched the buckle of his pants.
He definitely did.
Connor let out a breath, stepping away a bit to give you a little space.
"Something wrong?" He asked casually, his hand hanging in the air as if he wanted to help you steady yourself.
You quickly fixed your posture, shoving your phone in your pocket as you forgot all about North and that coffee run.
A low sigh came out of your throat as you calmed your senses, clutching your bag a little closer to your body.
"Nothing. Sorry. Didn't see you." The words came out a little rushed, maybe even sounding a little pissed.
He tilted his head slightly, looking away for a second before back at you.
He too, didn't know what to do or say.
"Okay.... Are you okay then?" Connor asked, though it seemed.. genuine. Far from the words he had deliberately said out of pure ego earlier.
"Yes. Just fine." You replied, glancing at the bulletin board next to him for a moment.
Wow, hm. This is a nice board.
He cleared his throat, managing to catch your attention again.
"Okay then... See you." He said, turning away to walk off.
You decided then, it was no use being a blabbering and stammering idiot in front of the guy. If he wanted to play that game, you're gonna make sure to win it this round.
"Wait." You called out, trying to reach for his arm but quickly retreating your hand back.
He turned again, looking down at your figure.
"Your jacket. It's still in my dorm." You began, rubbing the fabric of your sweater between two fingers.
Why did it suddenly feel so hot? It's 21 degrees outside, you idiot!
"Oh.. yeah. My jacket." He said, scratching the back of his head as he thought of something.
"I'll drop by your dorm to pick it up. We're in the same building anyway." He said, dropping his hand to his side. His tone was a little dismissive, a little too casual for your liking.
Dropping by your dorm?
"Yeah.. okay. My room number is 742, floor 3." You informed him, sighing a little at the end.
"We live in the same floor too." He let out a soft chuckle, fixing the strand of hair that fell between his eyes.
The same floor? After having dormed there for three years, he only lived by the end of the hall?
"I'm room 759. If you want, you can drop by yourself. Really depends when you're free or not." He said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
"Uh.. you can just.. drop by mine. I'm always hanging there. So..." You trailed off, the fabric of your sweater suddenly becoming a little too rough due to how much you were rubbing it.
"Sure. I'll drop by tonight." He said, nodding.
You nodded back slowly as the silence between you two stretched.
Neither spoke for a moment until Connor let out another sigh.
"Alright then, gotta go to practice. See you." He said, raising his palm without waiving. He finally turned and walked away to the exit, his back to you.
The way he walked, talked, even breathed...
It could send a bird flopping down in an instant.
That man was a walking hazard. A very smart and utterly competitive hazard that's convinced he's better than you in everything.
For the past five hours, you've been doing all sorts of things.
Catching up with North, telling her about the test, that good for nothing proctor, and of course.. Connor. She'd been rather entertained by your stories lately, saying she'd like to experience this "rom-com" in real time.
It wasn't much different to one anyway. So you thought.
No, Connor Anderson is very much off limits. He's been at your throat since you first got into the university. Since you first sat on your first lecture.
His annoyingly round brown eyes you wanted to poke out of their sockets. They could send you to your knees without much effort and it frustrated you.
Connor was inadvertently absent most of the time. Not in classes, but perhaps, in the social world.
No one has seen him hang around with any women in the campus, despite being included in the top five heart throbs in the university.
Of course he was. Who wouldn't fall for a smart Engineering guy who has it all planned out for himself? The top of his class, and no one in his radar?
There's also been a rumor going on that he had recently rejected a sophomore during one of the latest events that was hosted. A romantic confession behind the bleachers that only ended in tears. Apparently, he had helped her with tutoring and fell for him. It wasn't the same case for him though.
He was unfairly considerate to everyone. But he likes to think that he's better than them too. Just like how he deliberately confessed that you wouldn't get to beat him.
Connor is the kind of person you can easily gravitate toward to but end up getting burned once you get too close. Now, you're just trying to stay in the safe zone.
Keep your heart intact. Keep your mind focused on the top spot.
You wouldn't let a man tell you otherwise, right?
Soon, the chat with North came to an end and she finally excused herself to go back to her own dorm to rest.
It was already pretty dark out as the sun started to set. You quickly made your way back to your own dorm, having yet another crisis with the broken doorknob.
It was dangerous of course, but you didn't know how to fix it and didn't have anyone to call about it. Besides, there weren't much people hanging around the third floor.
The door slammed shut behind you as you tidied up a bit before Connor got there.
It was now 7:36PM and you've been playing on your computer for the past thirty minutes just to pass the time.
You planned to invite your online friend for a quick game actually, but he'd been offline since yesterday.
misoosoop: are u dead or are u ded?
misoosoop: man, so bored. text me when u get online
The keyboard clicked as you hit send. A sigh left your lips as the minutes ticked by. What's taking him so long?
7:41PM
misoosoop: btw i bought the new battlepass lmk if u want a quick flex 😛
7:42PM
A knock.
You got up abruptly, trying to fix whatever the hell happened to your hair as you approached the door.
One quick glance at the mirror. All good.
Your hand turned the knob, though it didn't open the first try. You turned again, harshly this time.
"Jesus Christ!" You exclaimed, tugging on the metal as it finally opened.
"Hey, hi." The casualty of your voice wasn't enough to mask the fact that you had broken your doorknob and had it hanging on the hole of the door.
Connor only stared back, blinking.
He then lowered his gaze, seeing the doorknob hanging for it's dear life.
God, that was so embarrassing.
He only sighed, shaking his head as she covered his mouth to muffle his laugh.
The sight irritated you a little, but seeing him find it funny...?
"What's so funny?!" You confronted, a blush forming on your face as Connor only laughed harder.
"Sorry, sorry," he said as he fanned his hand at you.
His laughter died down, a heavy breath escaping his lips as he focused on you now.
"You should've told me you were having a dispute with your doorknob. I could've gone over here and fixed it for you a long time ago." He said, rubbing the back of his head.
"I'll be back to get some tools, stay here." He said, turning as he ran to the end of the hall to his own dorm room.
You wanted to rip your hair out of your own scalp the moment he mention fixing it. It was so utterly embarrassing.
And to be seen fumbling like an idiot like that?!
Though, it was rather.. thoughtful of him to offer to fix it for you just like that. But he's like that to everyone! He'd throw his own jacket on a puddle if there was an old lady on the line.
You sighed as he came back with a toolbox.
"You don't have to, I can just call someone else to fix it."
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm already here." He interrupted, kneeling on one knee as he inspected it.
"It won't be too hard, don't worry. And it's free." Connor added as he started working on the broken doorknob.
You could only stand there in silence as he worked on the metal, the vein on his hands pulsing a little as he moved.
Keep your eyes elsewhere, you idiot!
"You know, what you're doing is dangerous. Someone could break into your dorm and rob your place. Or worse." He informed, turning the screw as he rose to his full height.
"There." He added, looking over to you at his side. He tilted his head.
He noticed you were starting to zone out a bit.
"Hello?" Connor asked, nudging you a little.
"Shit. Sorry. Thanks." You sighed, shaking your head. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." He replied, putting away his tools in the box.
You turned, the air suddenly becoming a little too thin and awkward as you stood close to him.
"Do you want something to drink? It's the least I can do for you." You offered, playing with the fabric of your sweater.
"Water is fine. Thanks." He retaliated, closing the door behind him as he approached the space.
His eyes wandered, looking over the expanse of your room as he let out a soft breath.
"Nice room." He mentioned, grabbing the glass of water as you approached him.
As he took a sip, he found your computer open at the corner of your room. Connor slowly tilted his head, trying to read whatever was on it.
He wasn't trying to snoop of course, maybe just a little curious.
"You play?" He asked, turning to you as he lowered the glass on the table beside him.
"Occasionally, yes. Do you?" You returned, wrapping your arms around your waist.
"Suppose. Just to kill some time."
Then, your phone dinged. A notification. It must've been from North. Or your mom. But it definitely brought you to your senses.
Connor wasn't here to make acquaintances.
"Uh.. your jacket, here." You reached over to your dresser, pulling the fabric off the hanger as you folded it for him.
"Thanks." He said, resting his jacket on his left arm.
"You know, we should play sometime. When we're both off studying." The suggestion came too casually, and you sort of.. blushed because of it.
Was he seriously inviting you to play games with him? Or was this another way to distract you from your goal?
"I.. uh... I'm not that good. I think I'd rather stick to studying." You said, fiddling with the bottom strands of your hair. It felt too awkward...
"I'm not great either. If you're worried about your grades all the time, how are you supposed to live?"
It was just a simple question. But one that you really weren't able to answer.
You've spent your entire life pursuing to be great. Chasing scholarships and earning the respect of others to the point that you forget that there's light out there worth seeing.
Other than the lights from the library or the lamp of your room.
"Easy for you to say.. you're smarter than me. You can easily occupy first place without breaking a sweat. While I have to think of ways on how to throw you off that platform." You confessed, sighing softly to yourself as he stared at you.
Connor hadn't really thought of it that way. He only did what he could because he can. Not because he really wanted to spite you.
Maybe sometimes, it was fun seeing you get pissed at him for getting a higher score. But hearing you say out loud that you were disappointed. In yourself? He felt like he was he most cruel person in the room.
"I didn't know it ticked you off that much. I thought it was just.. playful banter between us." He replied.
"Playful banter? You've been bantering with me since freshman year, shoving your perfect grades at my face while I have to settle for a decimal lower. It didn't just tick me off, it's ruining me." Your body turned, moving away from him as you sat on your desk chair.
He didn't follow you, but he slowly took a step closer just to bridge that gap between you.
"I'm sorry. I should've been more considerate. I forgot that I'm not the only scholar in this university. And.. I should've been more careful of your feelings." Connor retorted, his hands coming to rest on his sides.
"You don't have to apologize. It's just how things work." You answered, looking over your computer.
"Well, it shouldn't. Tell you what, let's study together. No more competing. I want to learn from you. Not just academically, but..." He didn't have the guts to say it out loud, but you knew what he meant.
You knew exactly what he meant.
"I don't think you can really learn anything from me. But I'll have to take you up on that offer. I can get to know your secret weapon and finally acquire first place." You finally looked at him, a smile forming on your face.
He returned your smile, stopping just a few feet behind you. Connor sighed, tilting his head slightly to the side as he spoke.
"Good. At least you'll get to experience it even just for a little bit. Next year, I'll take it from you again." He smirked, moving a little closer.
His gaze moved slightly behind you, seeing your open computer.
Connor's eyes widened, a low scoff coming out of his mouth.
"misoosoop: btw i bought the new battlepass lmk if u want a quick flex 😛"
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
Friendly Fire: CHAPTER 02
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pairing/s: Connor RK800 X reader (college romance, academic rivals, young adult, just two nerds in love, online friends)
word count: 3.3k
warning/s: 18+: MDNI, nothing too explicit (no smut yet but soon), swearing, not much warnings ig except this aint proofread oh my fart ignore any mistakes
author's note: totally wasnt expecting this fic to blow up and i js wanna thank you guys for supporting a kind and innocent author in need anyway ill prolly finish this in 1 or 2 more chapters but whatevs
The exam hall began to empty out as the proctor announced time on the examinees, some even slamming their things on the table due to how frustrated they were about the test.
For you, it had been rather.. average. You had been prepared after all despite only having a few textbooks to back your studying.
Though, the test included more mathematics than you would usually expect. Nothing surprising of course. You had easily maneuvered through whatever the hell that test challenged you to do.
You were.. second after all. Second to the most annoying guy in campus.
A student hurried past you, almost knocking off your bag that was set on your table as you began to pack.
You had caught it just in time, placing the leather back on the surface before glaring at the guy who was in too much of a rush to even apologize.
Rude.
The proctor finally exited the hall himself, carrying the test papers and answer sheets in his arms before excusing himself from the group of students who gathered up in the doorway.
"Fuck, I totally flunked that. Jas won't let me fucking copy," one of the students murmured, a laugh coming up from his throat.
"What'd you get on 31? How'd you solve it?" Another voice rang out from the other side of the room.
As you turned, you realized the guy he'd been talking to was Connor Anderson.
He looked rather, uncomfortable.
Were they seriously asking him for test answers after all that?
"Uh.. forgot." He said casually, coming off as clueless but to you, he clearly didn't care. Of course he wouldn't go revealing his answers. Even after the test was over.
"Come on, I gotta know if I got jackpot. I spent five minutes on that number alone." The other man pleaded, nudging Connor as he was packing his things.
Connor only scratched the back of his head, a little dismissive of the student nudging his shoulder and pulling on his shirt.
"Think it was.. uh..." He began, though never really finishing his sentence.
The student felt a little helpless because of his attitude, knowing he wouldn't really get any information on him.
"Okay, at least tell me something. Who do you think got a better score? You or Y/N? Heard she's been trying to throw you off the top by a decimal." He laughed, nudging Connor a little harder.
You could clearly see a vein pop in his temple as his shirt was yet again, tugged and abused by the other guy.
Connor's jaw tightened a little, a low chuckle coming out of his throat. The sound itself sent a tingle down your spine.
"I do not have a clue..." He said sarcastically, his shoulders slumping a little as he shook his head.
"Though I wouldn't worry about it. The decimal she's chasing is still far. I won't be thrown off by her." He added, swinging his backpack on his right shoulder.
The other guy started nodding, agreeing with Connor.
"You're right, you're the smartest here after all." He said, patting him on the back though it felt more like a hit than a pat.
Connor only moved away, a small smile forming on his lips as he brushed past the student.
"Yeah, sure." Connor said, shaking his head.
The smartest?! That idiot.. I'm still in the exam hall!
The thought of being dismissed like that as second smartest to Connor, it was like being pushed back to the last row of the line.
Of course, he's still a dick.
A very pretentious one.
To admit that you wouldn't be able to throw him off the chart and land on the top, it was a fucking insult.
All that gentleman act was all for nothing if that attitude was his default.
You somehow felt a little.. disappointed. As if that night felt nothing. As if he didn't almost suffocate Jameson till he turned purple was just an act of kindness. To you, it wasn't.
Half the guys in the university only cared about themselves and what they gained from other people. It was just how they worked.
But not Connor Anderson at least.
He was the pinnacle of what every man should be. What every man dream of being.
And yet, hearing him say those words totally buggedyou off.
In a way, you also remembered that you've been in the long game with him since freshman year. One night isn't going to change the rivalry that was brewing between you two.
You hung your bag on your shoulder, holding the strap of it as you rushed out of the hall, brushing past a few students that huddled on the exit.
God, a coffee would easily ease the tension on your neck right now.
The thought of being second to that man. How he dismissed you so easily.
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
You pulled out your phone, typing away as you texted North if she was free for a coffee run outside campus.
"I'm itching, where are u pls I need caffeine. I'll drop by ur building in like five ish -"
You stopped in your tracks with a half finished sentence typed on your phone as you bumped into something hard. Did you hit a wall?
No.
The "wall" turned, there stood Connor Anderson.
You looked up, catching your phone mid air and almost touching his...
NO!
Thankfully, you had avoided the inevitable.
You clutched the gadget to your chest just after catching it, finally looking up at him again.
He raised his brow, a little confused. He definitely noticed how you almost touched the buckle of his pants.
He definitely did.
Connor let out a breath, stepping away a bit to give you a little space.
"Something wrong?" He asked casually, his hand hanging in the air as if he wanted to help you steady yourself.
You quickly fixed your posture, shoving your phone in your pocket as you forgot all about North and that coffee run.
A low sigh came out of your throat as you calmed your senses, clutching your bag a little closer to your body.
"Nothing. Sorry. Didn't see you." The words came out a little rushed, maybe even sounding a little pissed.
He tilted his head slightly, looking away for a second before back at you.
He too, didn't know what to do or say.
"Okay.... Are you okay then?" Connor asked, though it seemed.. genuine. Far from the words he had deliberately said out of pure ego earlier.
"Yes. Just fine." You replied, glancing at the bulletin board next to him for a moment.
Wow, hm. This is a nice board.
He cleared his throat, managing to catch your attention again.
"Okay then... See you." He said, turning away to walk off.
You decided then, it was no use being a blabbering and stammering idiot in front of the guy. If he wanted to play that game, you're gonna make sure to win it this round.
"Wait." You called out, trying to reach for his arm but quickly retreating your hand back.
He turned again, looking down at your figure.
"Your jacket. It's still in my dorm." You began, rubbing the fabric of your sweater between two fingers.
Why did it suddenly feel so hot? It's 21 degrees outside, you idiot!
"Oh.. yeah. My jacket." He said, scratching the back of his head as he thought of something.
"I'll drop by your dorm to pick it up. We're in the same building anyway." He said, dropping his hand to his side. His tone was a little dismissive, a little too casual for your liking.
Dropping by your dorm?
"Yeah.. okay. My room number is 742, floor 3." You informed him, sighing a little at the end.
"We live in the same floor too." He let out a soft chuckle, fixing the strand of hair that fell between his eyes.
The same floor? After having dormed there for three years, he only lived by the end of the hall?
"I'm room 759. If you want, you can drop by yourself. Really depends when you're free or not." He said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
"Uh.. you can just.. drop by mine. I'm always hanging there. So..." You trailed off, the fabric of your sweater suddenly becoming a little too rough due to how much you were rubbing it.
"Sure. I'll drop by tonight." He said, nodding.
You nodded back slowly as the silence between you two stretched.
Neither spoke for a moment until Connor let out another sigh.
"Alright then, gotta go to practice. See you." He said, raising his palm without waiving. He finally turned and walked away to the exit, his back to you.
The way he walked, talked, even breathed...
It could send a bird flopping down in an instant.
That man was a walking hazard. A very smart and utterly competitive hazard that's convinced he's better than you in everything.
For the past five hours, you've been doing all sorts of things.
Catching up with North, telling her about the test, that good for nothing proctor, and of course.. Connor. She'd been rather entertained by your stories lately, saying she'd like to experience this "rom-com" in real time.
It wasn't much different to one anyway. So you thought.
No, Connor Anderson is very much off limits. He's been at your throat since you first got into the university. Since you first sat on your first lecture.
His annoyingly round brown eyes you wanted to poke out of their sockets. They could send you to your knees without much effort and it frustrated you.
Connor was inadvertently absent most of the time. Not in classes, but perhaps, in the social world.
No one has seen him hang around with any women in the campus, despite being included in the top five heart throbs in the university.
Of course he was. Who wouldn't fall for a smart Engineering guy who has it all planned out for himself? The top of his class, and no one in his radar?
There's also been a rumor going on that he had recently rejected a sophomore during one of the latest events that was hosted. A romantic confession behind the bleachers that only ended in tears. Apparently, he had helped her with tutoring and fell for him. It wasn't the same case for him though.
He was unfairly considerate to everyone. But he likes to think that he's better than them too. Just like how he deliberately confessed that you wouldn't get to beat him.
Connor is the kind of person you can easily gravitate toward to but end up getting burned once you get too close. Now, you're just trying to stay in the safe zone.
Keep your heart intact. Keep your mind focused on the top spot.
You wouldn't let a man tell you otherwise, right?
Soon, the chat with North came to an end and she finally excused herself to go back to her own dorm to rest.
It was already pretty dark out as the sun started to set. You quickly made your way back to your own dorm, having yet another crisis with the broken doorknob.
It was dangerous of course, but you didn't know how to fix it and didn't have anyone to call about it. Besides, there weren't much people hanging around the third floor.
The door slammed shut behind you as you tidied up a bit before Connor got there.
It was now 7:36PM and you've been playing on your computer for the past thirty minutes just to pass the time.
You planned to invite your online friend for a quick game actually, but he'd been offline since yesterday.
misoosoop: are u dead or are u ded?
misoosoop: man, so bored. text me when u get online
The keyboard clicked as you hit send. A sigh left your lips as the minutes ticked by. What's taking him so long?
7:41PM
misoosoop: btw i bought the new battlepass lmk if u want a quick flex 😛
7:42PM
A knock.
You got up abruptly, trying to fix whatever the hell happened to your hair as you approached the door.
One quick glance at the mirror. All good.
Your hand turned the knob, though it didn't open the first try. You turned again, harshly this time.
"Jesus Christ!" You exclaimed, tugging on the metal as it finally opened.
"Hey, hi." The casualty of your voice wasn't enough to mask the fact that you had broken your doorknob and had it hanging on the hole of the door.
Connor only stared back, blinking.
He then lowered his gaze, seeing the doorknob hanging for it's dear life.
God, that was so embarrassing.
He only sighed, shaking his head as she covered his mouth to muffle his laugh.
The sight irritated you a little, but seeing him find it funny...?
"What's so funny?!" You confronted, a blush forming on your face as Connor only laughed harder.
"Sorry, sorry," he said as he fanned his hand at you.
His laughter died down, a heavy breath escaping his lips as he focused on you now.
"You should've told me you were having a dispute with your doorknob. I could've gone over here and fixed it for you a long time ago." He said, rubbing the back of his head.
"I'll be back to get some tools, stay here." He said, turning as he ran to the end of the hall to his own dorm room.
You wanted to rip your hair out of your own scalp the moment he mention fixing it. It was so utterly embarrassing.
And to be seen fumbling like an idiot like that?!
Though, it was rather.. thoughtful of him to offer to fix it for you just like that. But he's like that to everyone! He'd throw his own jacket on a puddle if there was an old lady on the line.
You sighed as he came back with a toolbox.
"You don't have to, I can just call someone else to fix it."
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm already here." He interrupted, kneeling on one knee as he inspected it.
"It won't be too hard, don't worry. And it's free." Connor added as he started working on the broken doorknob.
You could only stand there in silence as he worked on the metal, the vein on his hands pulsing a little as he moved.
Keep your eyes elsewhere, you idiot!
"You know, what you're doing is dangerous. Someone could break into your dorm and rob your place. Or worse." He informed, turning the screw as he rose to his full height.
"There." He added, looking over to you at his side. He tilted his head.
He noticed you were starting to zone out a bit.
"Hello?" Connor asked, nudging you a little.
"Shit. Sorry. Thanks." You sighed, shaking your head. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." He replied, putting away his tools in the box.
You turned, the air suddenly becoming a little too thin and awkward as you stood close to him.
"Do you want something to drink? It's the least I can do for you." You offered, playing with the fabric of your sweater.
"Water is fine. Thanks." He retaliated, closing the door behind him as he approached the space.
His eyes wandered, looking over the expanse of your room as he let out a soft breath.
"Nice room." He mentioned, grabbing the glass of water as you approached him.
As he took a sip, he found your computer open at the corner of your room. Connor slowly tilted his head, trying to read whatever was on it.
He wasn't trying to snoop of course, maybe just a little curious.
"You play?" He asked, turning to you as he lowered the glass on the table beside him.
"Occasionally, yes. Do you?" You returned, wrapping your arms around your waist.
"Suppose. Just to kill some time."
Then, your phone dinged. A notification. It must've been from North. Or your mom. But it definitely brought you to your senses.
Connor wasn't here to make acquaintances.
"Uh.. your jacket, here." You reached over to your dresser, pulling the fabric off the hanger as you folded it for him.
"Thanks." He said, resting his jacket on his left arm.
"You know, we should play sometime. When we're both off studying." The suggestion came too casually, and you sort of.. blushed because of it.
Was he seriously inviting you to play games with him? Or was this another way to distract you from your goal?
"I.. uh... I'm not that good. I think I'd rather stick to studying." You said, fiddling with the bottom strands of your hair. It felt too awkward...
"I'm not great either. If you're worried about your grades all the time, how are you supposed to live?"
It was just a simple question. But one that you really weren't able to answer.
You've spent your entire life pursuing to be great. Chasing scholarships and earning the respect of others to the point that you forget that there's light out there worth seeing.
Other than the lights from the library or the lamp of your room.
"Easy for you to say.. you're smarter than me. You can easily occupy first place without breaking a sweat. While I have to think of ways on how to throw you off that platform." You confessed, sighing softly to yourself as he stared at you.
Connor hadn't really thought of it that way. He only did what he could because he can. Not because he really wanted to spite you.
Maybe sometimes, it was fun seeing you get pissed at him for getting a higher score. But hearing you say out loud that you were disappointed. In yourself? He felt like he was he most cruel person in the room.
"I didn't know it ticked you off that much. I thought it was just.. playful banter between us." He replied.
"Playful banter? You've been bantering with me since freshman year, shoving your perfect grades at my face while I have to settle for a decimal lower. It didn't just tick me off, it's ruining me." Your body turned, moving away from him as you sat on your desk chair.
He didn't follow you, but he slowly took a step closer just to bridge that gap between you.
"I'm sorry. I should've been more considerate. I forgot that I'm not the only scholar in this university. And.. I should've been more careful of your feelings." Connor retorted, his hands coming to rest on his sides.
"You don't have to apologize. It's just how things work." You answered, looking over your computer.
"Well, it shouldn't. Tell you what, let's study together. No more competing. I want to learn from you. Not just academically, but..." He didn't have the guts to say it out loud, but you knew what he meant.
You knew exactly what he meant.
"I don't think you can really learn anything from me. But I'll have to take you up on that offer. I can get to know your secret weapon and finally acquire first place." You finally looked at him, a smile forming on your face.
He returned your smile, stopping just a few feet behind you. Connor sighed, tilting his head slightly to the side as he spoke.
"Good. At least you'll get to experience it even just for a little bit. Next year, I'll take it from you again." He smirked, moving a little closer.
His gaze moved slightly behind you, seeing your open computer.
Connor's eyes widened, a low scoff coming out of his mouth.
"misoosoop: btw i bought the new battlepass lmk if u want a quick flex 😛"
Hii!! i jst wanna ask what is ur usual posting schedule if u have one ^_^ you got me all excited for the next chapter of Friendly Fire
Hellooo soo glad you enjoyed Friendly Fire! As of now, I'm planning to post the next chapter maybe a little later this week, but I'll try to post the following chapters a little sooner after that!
I used to post every two weeks which is kinda lame, but I prioritize my free time a lot so hope u guys understand 😔🙏
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
Friendly Fire: CHAPTER 01
pairing/s: Connor RK800 x reader (college romance, academic rivals, young adult, just two nerds in love, online friends)
word count: 3k
warning/s: 18+, MDNI, heavy swearing, perverts being pervs, groping 💀, suggestive language (proofread so ig we safe for now) will have smut eventually
author's note: was tryna be goofy but I lost my draft so I'm gonna kms GUESS WHO LEARNED GRADIENT TEXT here's a lil treat for u guys ok I'm gonna sleep
Whether or not the midterms included this and that, you had already read three textbooks about core mathematics and two on specialized design principles. The third year of Engineering had always been hell, as the juniors described last year. With already two cups of coffee down in just four hours, you couldn't see the end of it.
It was harsh, having to sit still for hours on end just to focus on a shit load of words on paper about Engineering Mechanics and whatnot. You felt your own heart betray you as you felt yet another palpitation occur.
There were still a lot of things that needed to get done that day. For example, why North kept texting you about the frat party later tonight? She mentioned it was off campus, with lots of booze included.
Of course, it was just a stupid party where frat brothers could show off their new car and take home their targets just a few hours later.
The idea of hosting parties during midterms was ridiculous enough as it is. Do people really have that much time on their hands? What about the midterms? What about their grades?!
Suddenly, someone pulled the chair next to your table. It was Connor Anderson. A fellow Engineering student in the same year as you.
He didn't even bother taking a glance at you as he started flipping through his own textbooks. At least someone else cared about their grades. Nonetheless, he had been your most annoying competitor ever since freshman year.
Connor was very calculated about what he does. Weirdly enough, he has his own to do list. Who does that these days? It was helpful, sure. Yet very out of date. But maybe you just liked doing what you can without a fixed schedule telling you what to do.
He had those black rimmed glasses on which oddly made him look more masculine. You tried to avoid looking at him, but it was rather difficult given how focused he was on his textbook.
Or so you thought.
Connor tilted his head just slightly, just a fraction before his eyes met yours. Those familiar brown eyes of his that you've always mistaken for a puppy's.
But his gaze was far from friendly. You sat frozen, your cheek resting on your knuckles as you stared at him. His look reminded you that you weren't friends. Not even a little bit.
He let out a soft scoff to himself before returning his attention back to his textbook.
How rude!
Did he really think you didn't hear that scoff? Just as you were about to speak, your phone dinged.
"I don't wanna have to beg, girl. You're coming to that party!! 🍹"
The loud, echoing laughter and music radiating from the house party made your ears almost burst. North made you wear one of her dresses that night as she shoved you inside her dorm room earlier. A light blue, off shoulder that pooled around your knees with a corset top.
You haven't exactly attended a party in a long time despite the fact that you were the one who mostly hosted them back in freshman year.
The stares from seniors in different departments felt somewhat, creepy. Of course, it was only normal. There were guys who had freshmen in their laps and made out without a care in their surroundings. Their hands would grip the others asses to the point that their clothes might rip.
North pulled you further into the party as she offered you a drink from the table in which you refused. You had to stay sober to be able to study tomorrow.
The booze here looked like piss. Not to mention the ones serving it at the corner of the living room.
The dress you wore felt almost too tight at the moment as Jameson from the political science department basically fucked you with his eyes. The guy barely knew how to calm his dick down during parties like this.
He had a reputation for bedding half the campus at this point. Of course, you had no plans being another one of them.
Slowly, you began to pull yourself away from the party and out to the swimming pool area where people skinny dipped and made out by the pool. It was somewhat worse, but way quieter.
Supposed it was better than getting eye-fucked by a playboy.
As you stood by the poolside, a pair of hands grasped your waist and pulled you back to their chest.
Jameson.
"Hey, pretty." He breathed against your neck, his breath smelling like two different types of liquor mixed together.
"Excuse me," you tried to elbow him, but Jameson only pressed himself closer to you. His chest pressed up on your back as he started to feel you up.
"Please don't run. I only wanna play." He murmured against your ear, his hand on your stomach.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be alone in a party like this. Tell me, did you wear this for me tonight? Were you bored of the sweaters and cardigans you always wore?" Jameson chuckled lowly, his tongue darting out to lick your ear.
"Jesus Christ, get off!" You protested, finally managing to elbow the guy on his stomach. He didn't so much budge though, only tightened his grip on you.
His hands wrapped around your waist, trying to rub you against him. What a disgusting pervert...
"Come on, pretty. I know you want this. That dress is basically screaming fuck me, please. I'm such a slut. I'm only here to satisfy you, baby." Just as he tried to proceed with his actions, he was suddenly pulled back by someone.
The lost of his arms caging you made you turn around in shock, wondering what just happened.
There stood Connor Anderson with his hand tightening around the back of Jameson's collar.
How would Connor attend a party like this? And defend you from a bastard like Jameson?
Jameson only protested, trying to pull himself away from the man trying to suffocate him with his own shirt.
"What the fuck, man? Get off!" He yelled, trying to pull his collar down from the front so he could breath.
Connor only gripped the fabric tighter.
"That's what she said, and you didn't get off. Fucking piece of shit you are." Connor snarled, yanking the guy back to look at him properly.
Jameson looked absolutely scared for his life, he was turning red.
You stood there without even trying to help him. Just watching him get a taste of his own medicine by the very man who you claimed to hate with all your guts.
"Apologize." He demanded, glancing over to you and back at Jameson.
"Now."
He let go of Jameson as he stumbled back a few steps, trying to catch his breath. If Connor hadn't let go, he would've actually suffocated...
"I'm sorry, okay?! Jesus..." Jameson yelled, clutching at his throat.
"That sounds completely half-assed." You defended, crossing your arms as he breathed.
"I'm sorry. I apologize for being such a dick." He immediately spat out as he noticed Connor moving closer from his peripheral.
How did the nerdy guy with puppy dog eyes get so insanely hot?
"Good. You can leave now." He ordered the other guy as Jameson practically ran, almost tripping on his way.
Connor watched Jameson leave before slowly turning to you. His gaze was unreadable, like always. Like how he would glance once and never again. How it would absolutely piss you off because of how he dismissed you.
Right now, his expression may still be the same. But he only walked closer until he was just a two feet away.
He blinked once, you returned it.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked softly, refusing to break eye contact.
He wanted to look if Jameson had left any bruises. Or whatever dirt the guy carried.
But he knew his eyes shouldn't wander. Not when you're like this.
"No... No, he didn't." You reply with the same, quiet tone.
Has Connor always spoken this gently? Did it come with his aloof personality or was it just for you?
Surely, he would've done the same to any other girl. That's the guy he was.
He may be quiet, but he's a gentleman at heart. Everyone in their department knew that.
Connor was smart, competitive, and determined. You had always convinced yourself that he was an ass as well.
But you were wrong.
Very.
"Are you okay then?" He asked once more, his eyes still locked onto yours.
You had never thought a version of this guy could be so.. warm... So welcoming.
But this was also the same guy who always stole the first spot from you! The guy who makes it his life's mission to beat you in every subject.
It pissed you off, you were always pissed off. Why did he have to be so.. so perfect?
"I'm fine. He didn't break any bones or anything... I'm very much intact. Thanks." You joked, rubbing one of your arms to calm yourself.
He noticed this almost immediately. Instinctively, he took off his jacket and hung it over your bare shoulders.
Thank you, North.. for lending me your dress.. or else Connor Anderson wouldn't have lent me his jacket!
You looked at Connor as he got closer, his eyes fixed on his jacket now that rested on your body.
"As much as you look.. beautiful in that dress... I prefer you in sweaters and cardigans." He then shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he stepped back.
"Then you won't have to worry about being cold." He added.
Absolutely not. Not when I have the chance of having your jacket keeping me warm!
You only stared back, surprised by his actions. The night felt warmer now. Even if you were so sure you couldn't feel your shoulders just a few minutes ago.
Was it because of him?
You felt your own cheeks flush with warmth, like the heat was rushing up to your face and making you look like a blushing idiot.
He blinked, staring at you.
"Thanks.. for this.. and for.. you know, standing up for me." You managed to let out, offering a small smile at him.
Connor only nodded.
"Yeah. What are you even doing here anyway? I remember seeing you earlier in the library. I was convinced you were planning to spend the night there." He claimed, tilting his head a little.
"The library? Oh.. yeah. No, my friend forced me to come. I think it's a bit refreshing though. To take a break from all that studying." You replied, looking everywhere but his eyes.
He noticed this.
"And you? You hoarded all the useful textbooks and left me the useless ones. I thought you were gonna spend the entire day stuck in them." You added.
"I suppose it's the same reason as yours. Studying gets boring sometimes. Besides, if my competitor is out here having fun, why can't I?" He smiled, brushing his hair back a little.
Did this guy actually know how to smile? Since freshman year, all Connor did was brood and roll his eyes at you.
Now he's smiling?
"Perhaps," you spoke. "I need to find my friend. I'm getting a little tired. Thanks again."
Connor nodded, stepping back.
"It's no problem. Get home safe." He said, making space for you to leave. He didn't watch you leave though. His gaze turned to the pool once you turned.
Of course, you didn't try looking back. That would look stupid. Because if you did, there's a chance he might see that stupid blush on your face that definitely isn't makeup.
The party was still very much alive after that incident. Jameson was nowhere to be found. Probably occupying yet another room upstairs with the next pretty girl he saw after almost getting suffocated by Connor Anderson.
You pushed through a hoard of people in the living room, trying to find North amidst the crowd.
You wondered if Connor was still by the poolside too, but decided to ignore the thought.
Just then, you found North nursing her fifth drink this evening.
"North! Let's go home. I can't with this party." You pulled on her wrist, trying to speak to her along with the loud speakers bursting.
"Oh hey, I was wondering where you'd gone. What are you wearing?" She asked, looking over your form where Connor's jacket rested over your shoulders.
"I'll explain on the way. Let's go to my car." You pulled her away as she scrambled to grab her things from the counter, even sneaking a bottle in her purse.
"What? My booze stock is running out." She chuckled as she was hauled out of the house party.
The drive to the dormitories back to campus was pretty quiet. But also kind of loud due to North's constant gasps.
You had explained everything that happened.
How Jameson from political science groped you and blah blah blah.
Blah blah this and that.
And how Connor Anderson absolutely manhandled the pervert with only one hand while he made him apologize to you and gave you his jacket and told you to get home safe?!
North basically died.
"Excuse me?! What?! What? So that jacket you're wearing right now is his?! You sure got it, girl!" She laughed, fixing her smudged lipstick whilst holding a compact mirror.
"And I thought making out with the frat president was insane. He was a good kisser obviously, but man... That's a way more interesting story." North sighed, shaking her head.
"Is it...? I thought I looked like a stuttering, blushing idiot in front of him..." You whispered, tilting your head to the side as you stared at the empty road.
"Girl, he gave you his jacket. I haven't seen that guy interact with a female, like ever." She looked at you, shoving away the compact mirror.
"And you can keep the dress by the way, since he liked it so much." North chuckled.
As soon as you opened your dorm room, you immediately collapsed on your twin sized bed, still wearing his jacket.
You checked your phone, seeing the time.
12:09AM
Well, it still looked a little early?
You began to peel yourself away from the cold sheets of your bed, shrugging off the heavy material resting on your shoulders as you hung it on your dresser. God, you still smelled like him.
At this point, your entire dorm room will smell like him.
You thought he's the type of guy who wore cheap cologne just to mask out the unusual aura radiating off him. But no. He smelled almost.. erotic.
Like you were being lured in only by scent alone. His jacket smelled like musk, cedar, and lavender all at once. Undeniably a man, but unusually feminine.
He was the dream.
Too bad he's a stuck up who loves beating you at everything you do. No matter how much you try, he's always at the top.
After sulking about how good the man smelled, you decided to open your computer. It was useless trying to study now, since your mind was obviously fogged with tonight's events.
The blue light hit your eyes too harshly, but the sight of your online duo playing one of your favorite games made you widen your eyes even more.
Gosh, didn't even bother chatting me to hop on.
You clicked on his user, typing out a few sentences to catch his attention from the game.
misoosoop: u know u can't play this damn game w/out me carrying u 🥶
misoosoop: GET OFF RN LETS PLAY SUM ELSE
A few minutes later, he replied.
c0ncrete28: hi. no i was just fixing my settings
misoosoop: alr alr League?
c0ncrete28: im banned
misoosoop: stupid
c0ncrete28: what???
misoosoop: overwatch then
c0ncrete28: ok
misoosoop: ass sucker
c0ncrete28: did someone piss in your drink?
misoosoop: yeah you
c0ncrete28: ????? the fuck??
misoosoop: just had a rough day at uni
c0ncrete28: ohh. k
misoosoop: what a bitch u r
misoosoop: DONT EVEN BOTHER GOING ONLINE IM GONNA PLAAY SONETJNG ELSE
c0ncrete28: what?? if i asked what happened, you wouldnt tell me either way
misoosoop: fair fqirfair whatever bro just hop on before i hop on u
c0ncrete28: wtf
After playing for about an hour, you decided to close the game and rest your eyes for a bit.
You and your duo have been playing together for about a year and a half without even knowing each other's names.
All you knew was that c0ncrete28 was around your age and a bitch. But maybe because you liked picking on him for being sloppy on certain games you play together.
Basically calling each other by insults to get the other's attention.
It was normal, for you two. And no one tried to get personal.
It was better like that.
Just as you were about to close your computer, you got another text from him.
c0ncrete28: seriously, you ok? i know we agreed to not get personal, but i had to carry YOU this time btw
c0ncrete28: its alright if you dont wanna tell
misoosoop: its just uni stuff
misoosoop: u know how it is
c0ncrete28: yeah, ok. are you okay then?
misoosoop: yess dude im fine. ur kinda cute when ur concerned lolll
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
Friendly Fire: CHAPTER 01
pairing/s: Connor RK800 x reader (college romance, academic rivals, young adult, just two nerds in love, online friends)
word count: 3k
warning/s: 18+, MDNI, heavy swearing, perverts being pervs, groping 💀, suggestive language (proofread so ig we safe for now) will have smut eventually
author's note: was tryna be goofy but I lost my draft so I'm gonna kms GUESS WHO LEARNED GRADIENT TEXT here's a lil treat for u guys ok I'm gonna sleep
Whether or not the midterms included this and that, you had already read three textbooks about core mathematics and two on specialized design principles. The third year of Engineering had always been hell, as the juniors described last year. With already two cups of coffee down in just four hours, you couldn't see the end of it.
It was harsh, having to sit still for hours on end just to focus on a shit load of words on paper about Engineering Mechanics and whatnot. You felt your own heart betray you as you felt yet another palpitation occur.
There were still a lot of things that needed to get done that day. For example, why North kept texting you about the frat party later tonight? She mentioned it was off campus, with lots of booze included.
Of course, it was just a stupid party where frat brothers could show off their new car and take home their targets just a few hours later.
The idea of hosting parties during midterms was ridiculous enough as it is. Do people really have that much time on their hands? What about the midterms? What about their grades?!
Suddenly, someone pulled the chair next to your table. It was Connor Anderson. A fellow Engineering student in the same year as you.
He didn't even bother taking a glance at you as he started flipping through his own textbooks. At least someone else cared about their grades. Nonetheless, he had been your most annoying competitor ever since freshman year.
Connor was very calculated about what he does. Weirdly enough, he has his own to do list. Who does that these days? It was helpful, sure. Yet very out of date. But maybe you just liked doing what you can without a fixed schedule telling you what to do.
He had those black rimmed glasses on which oddly made him look more masculine. You tried to avoid looking at him, but it was rather difficult given how focused he was on his textbook.
Or so you thought.
Connor tilted his head just slightly, just a fraction before his eyes met yours. Those familiar brown eyes of his that you've always mistaken for a puppy's.
But his gaze was far from friendly. You sat frozen, your cheek resting on your knuckles as you stared at him. His look reminded you that you weren't friends. Not even a little bit.
He let out a soft scoff to himself before returning his attention back to his textbook.
How rude!
Did he really think you didn't hear that scoff? Just as you were about to speak, your phone dinged.
"I don't wanna have to beg, girl. You're coming to that party!! 🍹"
The loud, echoing laughter and music radiating from the house party made your ears almost burst. North made you wear one of her dresses that night as she shoved you inside her dorm room earlier. A light blue, off shoulder that pooled around your knees with a corset top.
You haven't exactly attended a party in a long time despite the fact that you were the one who mostly hosted them back in freshman year.
The stares from seniors in different departments felt somewhat, creepy. Of course, it was only normal. There were guys who had freshmen in their laps and made out without a care in their surroundings. Their hands would grip the others asses to the point that their clothes might rip.
North pulled you further into the party as she offered you a drink from the table in which you refused. You had to stay sober to be able to study tomorrow.
The booze here looked like piss. Not to mention the ones serving it at the corner of the living room.
The dress you wore felt almost too tight at the moment as Jameson from the political science department basically fucked you with his eyes. The guy barely knew how to calm his dick down during parties like this.
He had a reputation for bedding half the campus at this point. Of course, you had no plans being another one of them.
Slowly, you began to pull yourself away from the party and out to the swimming pool area where people skinny dipped and made out by the pool. It was somewhat worse, but way quieter.
Supposed it was better than getting eye-fucked by a playboy.
As you stood by the poolside, a pair of hands grasped your waist and pulled you back to their chest.
Jameson.
"Hey, pretty." He breathed against your neck, his breath smelling like two different types of liquor mixed together.
"Excuse me," you tried to elbow him, but Jameson only pressed himself closer to you. His chest pressed up on your back as he started to feel you up.
"Please don't run. I only wanna play." He murmured against your ear, his hand on your stomach.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be alone in a party like this. Tell me, did you wear this for me tonight? Were you bored of the sweaters and cardigans you always wore?" Jameson chuckled lowly, his tongue darting out to lick your ear.
"Jesus Christ, get off!" You protested, finally managing to elbow the guy on his stomach. He didn't so much budge though, only tightened his grip on you.
His hands wrapped around your waist, trying to rub you against him. What a disgusting pervert...
"Come on, pretty. I know you want this. That dress is basically screaming fuck me, please. I'm such a slut. I'm only here to satisfy you, baby." Just as he tried to proceed with his actions, he was suddenly pulled back by someone.
The lost of his arms caging you made you turn around in shock, wondering what just happened.
There stood Connor Anderson with his hand tightening around the back of Jameson's collar.
How would Connor attend a party like this? And defend you from a bastard like Jameson?
Jameson only protested, trying to pull himself away from the man trying to suffocate him with his own shirt.
"What the fuck, man? Get off!" He yelled, trying to pull his collar down from the front so he could breath.
Connor only gripped the fabric tighter.
"That's what she said, and you didn't get off. Fucking piece of shit you are." Connor snarled, yanking the guy back to look at him properly.
Jameson looked absolutely scared for his life, he was turning red.
You stood there without even trying to help him. Just watching him get a taste of his own medicine by the very man who you claimed to hate with all your guts.
"Apologize." He demanded, glancing over to you and back at Jameson.
"Now."
He let go of Jameson as he stumbled back a few steps, trying to catch his breath. If Connor hadn't let go, he would've actually suffocated...
"I'm sorry, okay?! Jesus..." Jameson yelled, clutching at his throat.
"That sounds completely half-assed." You defended, crossing your arms as he breathed.
"I'm sorry. I apologize for being such a dick." He immediately spat out as he noticed Connor moving closer from his peripheral.
How did the nerdy guy with puppy dog eyes get so insanely hot?
"Good. You can leave now." He ordered the other guy as Jameson practically ran, almost tripping on his way.
Connor watched Jameson leave before slowly turning to you. His gaze was unreadable, like always. Like how he would glance once and never again. How it would absolutely piss you off because of how he dismissed you.
Right now, his expression may still be the same. But he only walked closer until he was just a two feet away.
He blinked once, you returned it.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked softly, refusing to break eye contact.
He wanted to look if Jameson had left any bruises. Or whatever dirt the guy carried.
But he knew his eyes shouldn't wander. Not when you're like this.
"No... No, he didn't." You reply with the same, quiet tone.
Has Connor always spoken this gently? Did it come with his aloof personality or was it just for you?
Surely, he would've done the same to any other girl. That's the guy he was.
He may be quiet, but he's a gentleman at heart. Everyone in their department knew that.
Connor was smart, competitive, and determined. You had always convinced yourself that he was an ass as well.
But you were wrong.
Very.
"Are you okay then?" He asked once more, his eyes still locked onto yours.
You had never thought a version of this guy could be so.. warm... So welcoming.
But this was also the same guy who always stole the first spot from you! The guy who makes it his life's mission to beat you in every subject.
It pissed you off, you were always pissed off. Why did he have to be so.. so perfect?
"I'm fine. He didn't break any bones or anything... I'm very much intact. Thanks." You joked, rubbing one of your arms to calm yourself.
He noticed this almost immediately. Instinctively, he took off his jacket and hung it over your bare shoulders.
Thank you, North.. for lending me your dress.. or else Connor Anderson wouldn't have lent me his jacket!
You looked at Connor as he got closer, his eyes fixed on his jacket now that rested on your body.
"As much as you look.. beautiful in that dress... I prefer you in sweaters and cardigans." He then shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he stepped back.
"Then you won't have to worry about being cold." He added.
Absolutely not. Not when I have the chance of having your jacket keeping me warm!
You only stared back, surprised by his actions. The night felt warmer now. Even if you were so sure you couldn't feel your shoulders just a few minutes ago.
Was it because of him?
You felt your own cheeks flush with warmth, like the heat was rushing up to your face and making you look like a blushing idiot.
He blinked, staring at you.
"Thanks.. for this.. and for.. you know, standing up for me." You managed to let out, offering a small smile at him.
Connor only nodded.
"Yeah. What are you even doing here anyway? I remember seeing you earlier in the library. I was convinced you were planning to spend the night there." He claimed, tilting his head a little.
"The library? Oh.. yeah. No, my friend forced me to come. I think it's a bit refreshing though. To take a break from all that studying." You replied, looking everywhere but his eyes.
He noticed this.
"And you? You hoarded all the useful textbooks and left me the useless ones. I thought you were gonna spend the entire day stuck in them." You added.
"I suppose it's the same reason as yours. Studying gets boring sometimes. Besides, if my competitor is out here having fun, why can't I?" He smiled, brushing his hair back a little.
Did this guy actually know how to smile? Since freshman year, all Connor did was brood and roll his eyes at you.
Now he's smiling?
"Perhaps," you spoke. "I need to find my friend. I'm getting a little tired. Thanks again."
Connor nodded, stepping back.
"It's no problem. Get home safe." He said, making space for you to leave. He didn't watch you leave though. His gaze turned to the pool once you turned.
Of course, you didn't try looking back. That would look stupid. Because if you did, there's a chance he might see that stupid blush on your face that definitely isn't makeup.
The party was still very much alive after that incident. Jameson was nowhere to be found. Probably occupying yet another room upstairs with the next pretty girl he saw after almost getting suffocated by Connor Anderson.
You pushed through a hoard of people in the living room, trying to find North amidst the crowd.
You wondered if Connor was still by the poolside too, but decided to ignore the thought.
Just then, you found North nursing her fifth drink this evening.
"North! Let's go home. I can't with this party." You pulled on her wrist, trying to speak to her along with the loud speakers bursting.
"Oh hey, I was wondering where you'd gone. What are you wearing?" She asked, looking over your form where Connor's jacket rested over your shoulders.
"I'll explain on the way. Let's go to my car." You pulled her away as she scrambled to grab her things from the counter, even sneaking a bottle in her purse.
"What? My booze stock is running out." She chuckled as she was hauled out of the house party.
The drive to the dormitories back to campus was pretty quiet. But also kind of loud due to North's constant gasps.
You had explained everything that happened.
How Jameson from political science groped you and blah blah blah.
Blah blah this and that.
And how Connor Anderson absolutely manhandled the pervert with only one hand while he made him apologize to you and gave you his jacket and told you to get home safe?!
North basically died.
"Excuse me?! What?! What? So that jacket you're wearing right now is his?! You sure got it, girl!" She laughed, fixing her smudged lipstick whilst holding a compact mirror.
"And I thought making out with the frat president was insane. He was a good kisser obviously, but man... That's a way more interesting story." North sighed, shaking her head.
"Is it...? I thought I looked like a stuttering, blushing idiot in front of him..." You whispered, tilting your head to the side as you stared at the empty road.
"Girl, he gave you his jacket. I haven't seen that guy interact with a female, like ever." She looked at you, shoving away the compact mirror.
"And you can keep the dress by the way, since he liked it so much." North chuckled.
As soon as you opened your dorm room, you immediately collapsed on your twin sized bed, still wearing his jacket.
You checked your phone, seeing the time.
12:09AM
Well, it still looked a little early?
You began to peel yourself away from the cold sheets of your bed, shrugging off the heavy material resting on your shoulders as you hung it on your dresser. God, you still smelled like him.
At this point, your entire dorm room will smell like him.
You thought he's the type of guy who wore cheap cologne just to mask out the unusual aura radiating off him. But no. He smelled almost.. erotic.
Like you were being lured in only by scent alone. His jacket smelled like musk, cedar, and lavender all at once. Undeniably a man, but unusually feminine.
He was the dream.
Too bad he's a stuck up who loves beating you at everything you do. No matter how much you try, he's always at the top.
After sulking about how good the man smelled, you decided to open your computer. It was useless trying to study now, since your mind was obviously fogged with tonight's events.
The blue light hit your eyes too harshly, but the sight of your online duo playing one of your favorite games made you widen your eyes even more.
Gosh, didn't even bother chatting me to hop on.
You clicked on his user, typing out a few sentences to catch his attention from the game.
misoosoop: u know u can't play this damn game w/out me carrying u 🥶
misoosoop: GET OFF RN LETS PLAY SUM ELSE
A few minutes later, he replied.
c0ncrete28: hi. no i was just fixing my settings
misoosoop: alr alr League?
c0ncrete28: im banned
misoosoop: stupid
c0ncrete28: what???
misoosoop: overwatch then
c0ncrete28: ok
misoosoop: ass sucker
c0ncrete28: did someone piss in your drink?
misoosoop: yeah you
c0ncrete28: ????? the fuck??
misoosoop: just had a rough day at uni
c0ncrete28: ohh. k
misoosoop: what a bitch u r
misoosoop: DONT EVEN BOTHER GOING ONLINE IM GONNA PLAAY SONETJNG ELSE
c0ncrete28: what?? if i asked what happened, you wouldnt tell me either way
misoosoop: fair fqirfair whatever bro just hop on before i hop on u
c0ncrete28: wtf
After playing for about an hour, you decided to close the game and rest your eyes for a bit.
You and your duo have been playing together for about a year and a half without even knowing each other's names.
All you knew was that c0ncrete28 was around your age and a bitch. But maybe because you liked picking on him for being sloppy on certain games you play together.
Basically calling each other by insults to get the other's attention.
It was normal, for you two. And no one tried to get personal.
It was better like that.
Just as you were about to close your computer, you got another text from him.
c0ncrete28: seriously, you ok? i know we agreed to not get personal, but i had to carry YOU this time btw
c0ncrete28: its alright if you dont wanna tell
misoosoop: its just uni stuff
misoosoop: u know how it is
c0ncrete28: yeah, ok. are you okay then?
misoosoop: yess dude im fine. ur kinda cute when ur concerned lolll
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
Friendly Fire: CHAPTER 01
pairing/s: Connor RK800 x reader (college romance, academic rivals, young adult, just two nerds in love, online friends)
word count: 3k
warning/s: 18+, MDNI, heavy swearing, perverts being pervs, groping 💀, suggestive language (proofread so ig we safe for now) will have smut eventually
author's note: was tryna be goofy but I lost my draft so I'm gonna kms GUESS WHO LEARNED GRADIENT TEXT here's a lil treat for u guys ok I'm gonna sleep
Whether or not the midterms included this and that, you had already read three textbooks about core mathematics and two on specialized design principles. The third year of Engineering had always been hell, as the juniors described last year. With already two cups of coffee down in just four hours, you couldn't see the end of it.
It was harsh, having to sit still for hours on end just to focus on a shit load of words on paper about Engineering Mechanics and whatnot. You felt your own heart betray you as you felt yet another palpitation occur.
There were still a lot of things that needed to get done that day. For example, why North kept texting you about the frat party later tonight? She mentioned it was off campus, with lots of booze included.
Of course, it was just a stupid party where frat brothers could show off their new car and take home their targets just a few hours later.
The idea of hosting parties during midterms was ridiculous enough as it is. Do people really have that much time on their hands? What about the midterms? What about their grades?!
Suddenly, someone pulled the chair next to your table. It was Connor Anderson. A fellow Engineering student in the same year as you.
He didn't even bother taking a glance at you as he started flipping through his own textbooks. At least someone else cared about their grades. Nonetheless, he had been your most annoying competitor ever since freshman year.
Connor was very calculated about what he does. Weirdly enough, he has his own to do list. Who does that these days? It was helpful, sure. Yet very out of date. But maybe you just liked doing what you can without a fixed schedule telling you what to do.
He had those black rimmed glasses on which oddly made him look more masculine. You tried to avoid looking at him, but it was rather difficult given how focused he was on his textbook.
Or so you thought.
Connor tilted his head just slightly, just a fraction before his eyes met yours. Those familiar brown eyes of his that you've always mistaken for a puppy's.
But his gaze was far from friendly. You sat frozen, your cheek resting on your knuckles as you stared at him. His look reminded you that you weren't friends. Not even a little bit.
He let out a soft scoff to himself before returning his attention back to his textbook.
How rude!
Did he really think you didn't hear that scoff? Just as you were about to speak, your phone dinged.
"I don't wanna have to beg, girl. You're coming to that party!! 🍹"
The loud, echoing laughter and music radiating from the house party made your ears almost burst. North made you wear one of her dresses that night as she shoved you inside her dorm room earlier. A light blue, off shoulder that pooled around your knees with a corset top.
You haven't exactly attended a party in a long time despite the fact that you were the one who mostly hosted them back in freshman year.
The stares from seniors in different departments felt somewhat, creepy. Of course, it was only normal. There were guys who had freshmen in their laps and made out without a care in their surroundings. Their hands would grip the others asses to the point that their clothes might rip.
North pulled you further into the party as she offered you a drink from the table in which you refused. You had to stay sober to be able to study tomorrow.
The booze here looked like piss. Not to mention the ones serving it at the corner of the living room.
The dress you wore felt almost too tight at the moment as Jameson from the political science department basically fucked you with his eyes. The guy barely knew how to calm his dick down during parties like this.
He had a reputation for bedding half the campus at this point. Of course, you had no plans being another one of them.
Slowly, you began to pull yourself away from the party and out to the swimming pool area where people skinny dipped and made out by the pool. It was somewhat worse, but way quieter.
Supposed it was better than getting eye-fucked by a playboy.
As you stood by the poolside, a pair of hands grasped your waist and pulled you back to their chest.
Jameson.
"Hey, pretty." He breathed against your neck, his breath smelling like two different types of liquor mixed together.
"Excuse me," you tried to elbow him, but Jameson only pressed himself closer to you. His chest pressed up on your back as he started to feel you up.
"Please don't run. I only wanna play." He murmured against your ear, his hand on your stomach.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be alone in a party like this. Tell me, did you wear this for me tonight? Were you bored of the sweaters and cardigans you always wore?" Jameson chuckled lowly, his tongue darting out to lick your ear.
"Jesus Christ, get off!" You protested, finally managing to elbow the guy on his stomach. He didn't so much budge though, only tightened his grip on you.
His hands wrapped around your waist, trying to rub you against him. What a disgusting pervert...
"Come on, pretty. I know you want this. That dress is basically screaming fuck me, please. I'm such a slut. I'm only here to satisfy you, baby." Just as he tried to proceed with his actions, he was suddenly pulled back by someone.
The lost of his arms caging you made you turn around in shock, wondering what just happened.
There stood Connor Anderson with his hand tightening around the back of Jameson's collar.
How would Connor attend a party like this? And defend you from a bastard like Jameson?
Jameson only protested, trying to pull himself away from the man trying to suffocate him with his own shirt.
"What the fuck, man? Get off!" He yelled, trying to pull his collar down from the front so he could breath.
Connor only gripped the fabric tighter.
"That's what she said, and you didn't get off. Fucking piece of shit you are." Connor snarled, yanking the guy back to look at him properly.
Jameson looked absolutely scared for his life, he was turning red.
You stood there without even trying to help him. Just watching him get a taste of his own medicine by the very man who you claimed to hate with all your guts.
"Apologize." He demanded, glancing over to you and back at Jameson.
"Now."
He let go of Jameson as he stumbled back a few steps, trying to catch his breath. If Connor hadn't let go, he would've actually suffocated...
"I'm sorry, okay?! Jesus..." Jameson yelled, clutching at his throat.
"That sounds completely half-assed." You defended, crossing your arms as he breathed.
"I'm sorry. I apologize for being such a dick." He immediately spat out as he noticed Connor moving closer from his peripheral.
How did the nerdy guy with puppy dog eyes get so insanely hot?
"Good. You can leave now." He ordered the other guy as Jameson practically ran, almost tripping on his way.
Connor watched Jameson leave before slowly turning to you. His gaze was unreadable, like always. Like how he would glance once and never again. How it would absolutely piss you off because of how he dismissed you.
Right now, his expression may still be the same. But he only walked closer until he was just a two feet away.
He blinked once, you returned it.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked softly, refusing to break eye contact.
He wanted to look if Jameson had left any bruises. Or whatever dirt the guy carried.
But he knew his eyes shouldn't wander. Not when you're like this.
"No... No, he didn't." You reply with the same, quiet tone.
Has Connor always spoken this gently? Did it come with his aloof personality or was it just for you?
Surely, he would've done the same to any other girl. That's the guy he was.
He may be quiet, but he's a gentleman at heart. Everyone in their department knew that.
Connor was smart, competitive, and determined. You had always convinced yourself that he was an ass as well.
But you were wrong.
Very.
"Are you okay then?" He asked once more, his eyes still locked onto yours.
You had never thought a version of this guy could be so.. warm... So welcoming.
But this was also the same guy who always stole the first spot from you! The guy who makes it his life's mission to beat you in every subject.
It pissed you off, you were always pissed off. Why did he have to be so.. so perfect?
"I'm fine. He didn't break any bones or anything... I'm very much intact. Thanks." You joked, rubbing one of your arms to calm yourself.
He noticed this almost immediately. Instinctively, he took off his jacket and hung it over your bare shoulders.
Thank you, North.. for lending me your dress.. or else Connor Anderson wouldn't have lent me his jacket!
You looked at Connor as he got closer, his eyes fixed on his jacket now that rested on your body.
"As much as you look.. beautiful in that dress... I prefer you in sweaters and cardigans." He then shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he stepped back.
"Then you won't have to worry about being cold." He added.
Absolutely not. Not when I have the chance of having your jacket keeping me warm!
You only stared back, surprised by his actions. The night felt warmer now. Even if you were so sure you couldn't feel your shoulders just a few minutes ago.
Was it because of him?
You felt your own cheeks flush with warmth, like the heat was rushing up to your face and making you look like a blushing idiot.
He blinked, staring at you.
"Thanks.. for this.. and for.. you know, standing up for me." You managed to let out, offering a small smile at him.
Connor only nodded.
"Yeah. What are you even doing here anyway? I remember seeing you earlier in the library. I was convinced you were planning to spend the night there." He claimed, tilting his head a little.
"The library? Oh.. yeah. No, my friend forced me to come. I think it's a bit refreshing though. To take a break from all that studying." You replied, looking everywhere but his eyes.
He noticed this.
"And you? You hoarded all the useful textbooks and left me the useless ones. I thought you were gonna spend the entire day stuck in them." You added.
"I suppose it's the same reason as yours. Studying gets boring sometimes. Besides, if my competitor is out here having fun, why can't I?" He smiled, brushing his hair back a little.
Did this guy actually know how to smile? Since freshman year, all Connor did was brood and roll his eyes at you.
Now he's smiling?
"Perhaps," you spoke. "I need to find my friend. I'm getting a little tired. Thanks again."
Connor nodded, stepping back.
"It's no problem. Get home safe." He said, making space for you to leave. He didn't watch you leave though. His gaze turned to the pool once you turned.
Of course, you didn't try looking back. That would look stupid. Because if you did, there's a chance he might see that stupid blush on your face that definitely isn't makeup.
The party was still very much alive after that incident. Jameson was nowhere to be found. Probably occupying yet another room upstairs with the next pretty girl he saw after almost getting suffocated by Connor Anderson.
You pushed through a hoard of people in the living room, trying to find North amidst the crowd.
You wondered if Connor was still by the poolside too, but decided to ignore the thought.
Just then, you found North nursing her fifth drink this evening.
"North! Let's go home. I can't with this party." You pulled on her wrist, trying to speak to her along with the loud speakers bursting.
"Oh hey, I was wondering where you'd gone. What are you wearing?" She asked, looking over your form where Connor's jacket rested over your shoulders.
"I'll explain on the way. Let's go to my car." You pulled her away as she scrambled to grab her things from the counter, even sneaking a bottle in her purse.
"What? My booze stock is running out." She chuckled as she was hauled out of the house party.
The drive to the dormitories back to campus was pretty quiet. But also kind of loud due to North's constant gasps.
You had explained everything that happened.
How Jameson from political science groped you and blah blah blah.
Blah blah this and that.
And how Connor Anderson absolutely manhandled the pervert with only one hand while he made him apologize to you and gave you his jacket and told you to get home safe?!
North basically died.
"Excuse me?! What?! What? So that jacket you're wearing right now is his?! You sure got it, girl!" She laughed, fixing her smudged lipstick whilst holding a compact mirror.
"And I thought making out with the frat president was insane. He was a good kisser obviously, but man... That's a way more interesting story." North sighed, shaking her head.
"Is it...? I thought I looked like a stuttering, blushing idiot in front of him..." You whispered, tilting your head to the side as you stared at the empty road.
"Girl, he gave you his jacket. I haven't seen that guy interact with a female, like ever." She looked at you, shoving away the compact mirror.
"And you can keep the dress by the way, since he liked it so much." North chuckled.
As soon as you opened your dorm room, you immediately collapsed on your twin sized bed, still wearing his jacket.
You checked your phone, seeing the time.
12:09AM
Well, it still looked a little early?
You began to peel yourself away from the cold sheets of your bed, shrugging off the heavy material resting on your shoulders as you hung it on your dresser. God, you still smelled like him.
At this point, your entire dorm room will smell like him.
You thought he's the type of guy who wore cheap cologne just to mask out the unusual aura radiating off him. But no. He smelled almost.. erotic.
Like you were being lured in only by scent alone. His jacket smelled like musk, cedar, and lavender all at once. Undeniably a man, but unusually feminine.
He was the dream.
Too bad he's a stuck up who loves beating you at everything you do. No matter how much you try, he's always at the top.
After sulking about how good the man smelled, you decided to open your computer. It was useless trying to study now, since your mind was obviously fogged with tonight's events.
The blue light hit your eyes too harshly, but the sight of your online duo playing one of your favorite games made you widen your eyes even more.
Gosh, didn't even bother chatting me to hop on.
You clicked on his user, typing out a few sentences to catch his attention from the game.
misoosoop: u know u can't play this damn game w/out me carrying u 🥶
misoosoop: GET OFF RN LETS PLAY SUM ELSE
A few minutes later, he replied.
c0ncrete28: hi. no i was just fixing my settings
misoosoop: alr alr League?
c0ncrete28: im banned
misoosoop: stupid
c0ncrete28: what???
misoosoop: overwatch then
c0ncrete28: ok
misoosoop: ass sucker
c0ncrete28: did someone piss in your drink?
misoosoop: yeah you
c0ncrete28: ????? the fuck??
misoosoop: just had a rough day at uni
c0ncrete28: ohh. k
misoosoop: what a bitch u r
misoosoop: DONT EVEN BOTHER GOING ONLINE IM GONNA PLAAY SONETJNG ELSE
c0ncrete28: what?? if i asked what happened, you wouldnt tell me either way
misoosoop: fair fqirfair whatever bro just hop on before i hop on u
c0ncrete28: wtf
After playing for about an hour, you decided to close the game and rest your eyes for a bit.
You and your duo have been playing together for about a year and a half without even knowing each other's names.
All you knew was that c0ncrete28 was around your age and a bitch. But maybe because you liked picking on him for being sloppy on certain games you play together.
Basically calling each other by insults to get the other's attention.
It was normal, for you two. And no one tried to get personal.
It was better like that.
Just as you were about to close your computer, you got another text from him.
c0ncrete28: seriously, you ok? i know we agreed to not get personal, but i had to carry YOU this time btw
c0ncrete28: its alright if you dont wanna tell
misoosoop: its just uni stuff
misoosoop: u know how it is
c0ncrete28: yeah, ok. are you okay then?
misoosoop: yess dude im fine. ur kinda cute when ur concerned lolll
⋆˚꩜｡ in which 3rd year Engineering student, Connor Anderson, rivals with reader who is in the same program as him, not knowing they're both anonymous online friends who play multiplayer games together ⋆˚꩜｡
Friendly Fire: CHAPTER 01
masterlist
pairing/s: Connor RK800 x reader (college romance, academic rivals, young adult, just two nerds in love, online friends)
word count: 3k
warning/s: 18+, MDNI, heavy swearing, perverts being pervs, groping 💀, suggestive language (proofread so ig we safe for now) will have smut eventually
author's note: was tryna be goofy but I lost my draft so I'm gonna kms GUESS WHO LEARNED GRADIENT TEXT here's a lil treat for u guys ok I'm gonna sleep
Whether or not the midterms included this and that, you had already read three textbooks about core mathematics and two on specialized design principles. The third year of Engineering had always been hell, as the juniors described last year. With already two cups of coffee down in just four hours, you couldn't see the end of it.
It was harsh, having to sit still for hours on end just to focus on a shit load of words on paper about Engineering Mechanics and whatnot. You felt your own heart betray you as you felt yet another palpitation occur.
There were still a lot of things that needed to get done that day. For example, why North kept texting you about the frat party later tonight? She mentioned it was off campus, with lots of booze included.
Of course, it was just a stupid party where frat brothers could show off their new car and take home their targets just a few hours later.
The idea of hosting parties during midterms was ridiculous enough as it is. Do people really have that much time on their hands? What about the midterms? What about their grades?!
Suddenly, someone pulled the chair next to your table. It was Connor Anderson. A fellow Engineering student in the same year as you.
He didn't even bother taking a glance at you as he started flipping through his own textbooks. At least someone else cared about their grades. Nonetheless, he had been your most annoying competitor ever since freshman year.
Connor was very calculated about what he does. Weirdly enough, he has his own to do list. Who does that these days? It was helpful, sure. Yet very out of date. But maybe you just liked doing what you can without a fixed schedule telling you what to do.
He had those black rimmed glasses on which oddly made him look more masculine. You tried to avoid looking at him, but it was rather difficult given how focused he was on his textbook.
Or so you thought.
Connor tilted his head just slightly, just a fraction before his eyes met yours. Those familiar brown eyes of his that you've always mistaken for a puppy's.
But his gaze was far from friendly. You sat frozen, your cheek resting on your knuckles as you stared at him. His look reminded you that you weren't friends. Not even a little bit.
He let out a soft scoff to himself before returning his attention back to his textbook.
How rude!
Did he really think you didn't hear that scoff? Just as you were about to speak, your phone dinged.
"I don't wanna have to beg, girl. You're coming to that party!! 🍹"
The loud, echoing laughter and music radiating from the house party made your ears almost burst. North made you wear one of her dresses that night as she shoved you inside her dorm room earlier. A light blue, off shoulder that pooled around your knees with a corset top.
You haven't exactly attended a party in a long time despite the fact that you were the one who mostly hosted them back in freshman year.
The stares from seniors in different departments felt somewhat, creepy. Of course, it was only normal. There were guys who had freshmen in their laps and made out without a care in their surroundings. Their hands would grip the others asses to the point that their clothes might rip.
North pulled you further into the party as she offered you a drink from the table in which you refused. You had to stay sober to be able to study tomorrow.
The booze here looked like piss. Not to mention the ones serving it at the corner of the living room.
The dress you wore felt almost too tight at the moment as Jameson from the political science department basically fucked you with his eyes. The guy barely knew how to calm his dick down during parties like this.
He had a reputation for bedding half the campus at this point. Of course, you had no plans being another one of them.
Slowly, you began to pull yourself away from the party and out to the swimming pool area where people skinny dipped and made out by the pool. It was somewhat worse, but way quieter.
Supposed it was better than getting eye-fucked by a playboy.
As you stood by the poolside, a pair of hands grasped your waist and pulled you back to their chest.
Jameson.
"Hey, pretty." He breathed against your neck, his breath smelling like two different types of liquor mixed together.
"Excuse me," you tried to elbow him, but Jameson only pressed himself closer to you. His chest pressed up on your back as he started to feel you up.
"Please don't run. I only wanna play." He murmured against your ear, his hand on your stomach.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be alone in a party like this. Tell me, did you wear this for me tonight? Were you bored of the sweaters and cardigans you always wore?" Jameson chuckled lowly, his tongue darting out to lick your ear.
"Jesus Christ, get off!" You protested, finally managing to elbow the guy on his stomach. He didn't so much budge though, only tightened his grip on you.
His hands wrapped around your waist, trying to rub you against him. What a disgusting pervert...
"Come on, pretty. I know you want this. That dress is basically screaming fuck me, please. I'm such a slut. I'm only here to satisfy you, baby." Just as he tried to proceed with his actions, he was suddenly pulled back by someone.
The lost of his arms caging you made you turn around in shock, wondering what just happened.
There stood Connor Anderson with his hand tightening around the back of Jameson's collar.
How would Connor attend a party like this? And defend you from a bastard like Jameson?
Jameson only protested, trying to pull himself away from the man trying to suffocate him with his own shirt.
"What the fuck, man? Get off!" He yelled, trying to pull his collar down from the front so he could breath.
Connor only gripped the fabric tighter.
"That's what she said, and you didn't get off. Fucking piece of shit you are." Connor snarled, yanking the guy back to look at him properly.
Jameson looked absolutely scared for his life, he was turning red.
You stood there without even trying to help him. Just watching him get a taste of his own medicine by the very man who you claimed to hate with all your guts.
"Apologize." He demanded, glancing over to you and back at Jameson.
"Now."
He let go of Jameson as he stumbled back a few steps, trying to catch his breath. If Connor hadn't let go, he would've actually suffocated...
"I'm sorry, okay?! Jesus..." Jameson yelled, clutching at his throat.
"That sounds completely half-assed." You defended, crossing your arms as he breathed.
"I'm sorry. I apologize for being such a dick." He immediately spat out as he noticed Connor moving closer from his peripheral.
How did the nerdy guy with puppy dog eyes get so insanely hot?
"Good. You can leave now." He ordered the other guy as Jameson practically ran, almost tripping on his way.
Connor watched Jameson leave before slowly turning to you. His gaze was unreadable, like always. Like how he would glance once and never again. How it would absolutely piss you off because of how he dismissed you.
Right now, his expression may still be the same. But he only walked closer until he was just a two feet away.
He blinked once, you returned it.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked softly, refusing to break eye contact.
He wanted to look if Jameson had left any bruises. Or whatever dirt the guy carried.
But he knew his eyes shouldn't wander. Not when you're like this.
"No... No, he didn't." You reply with the same, quiet tone.
Has Connor always spoken this gently? Did it come with his aloof personality or was it just for you?
Surely, he would've done the same to any other girl. That's the guy he was.
He may be quiet, but he's a gentleman at heart. Everyone in their department knew that.
Connor was smart, competitive, and determined. You had always convinced yourself that he was an ass as well.
But you were wrong.
Very.
"Are you okay then?" He asked once more, his eyes still locked onto yours.
You had never thought a version of this guy could be so.. warm... So welcoming.
But this was also the same guy who always stole the first spot from you! The guy who makes it his life's mission to beat you in every subject.
It pissed you off, you were always pissed off. Why did he have to be so.. so perfect?
"I'm fine. He didn't break any bones or anything... I'm very much intact. Thanks." You joked, rubbing one of your arms to calm yourself.
He noticed this almost immediately. Instinctively, he took off his jacket and hung it over your bare shoulders.
Thank you, North.. for lending me your dress.. or else Connor Anderson wouldn't have lent me his jacket!
You looked at Connor as he got closer, his eyes fixed on his jacket now that rested on your body.
"As much as you look.. beautiful in that dress... I prefer you in sweaters and cardigans." He then shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he stepped back.
"Then you won't have to worry about being cold." He added.
Absolutely not. Not when I have the chance of having your jacket keeping me warm!
You only stared back, surprised by his actions. The night felt warmer now. Even if you were so sure you couldn't feel your shoulders just a few minutes ago.
Was it because of him?
You felt your own cheeks flush with warmth, like the heat was rushing up to your face and making you look like a blushing idiot.
He blinked, staring at you.
"Thanks.. for this.. and for.. you know, standing up for me." You managed to let out, offering a small smile at him.
Connor only nodded.
"Yeah. What are you even doing here anyway? I remember seeing you earlier in the library. I was convinced you were planning to spend the night there." He claimed, tilting his head a little.
"The library? Oh.. yeah. No, my friend forced me to come. I think it's a bit refreshing though. To take a break from all that studying." You replied, looking everywhere but his eyes.
He noticed this.
"And you? You hoarded all the useful textbooks and left me the useless ones. I thought you were gonna spend the entire day stuck in them." You added.
"I suppose it's the same reason as yours. Studying gets boring sometimes. Besides, if my competitor is out here having fun, why can't I?" He smiled, brushing his hair back a little.
Did this guy actually know how to smile? Since freshman year, all Connor did was brood and roll his eyes at you.
Now he's smiling?
"Perhaps," you spoke. "I need to find my friend. I'm getting a little tired. Thanks again."
Connor nodded, stepping back.
"It's no problem. Get home safe." He said, making space for you to leave. He didn't watch you leave though. His gaze turned to the pool once you turned.
Of course, you didn't try looking back. That would look stupid. Because if you did, there's a chance he might see that stupid blush on your face that definitely isn't makeup.
The party was still very much alive after that incident. Jameson was nowhere to be found. Probably occupying yet another room upstairs with the next pretty girl he saw after almost getting suffocated by Connor Anderson.
You pushed through a hoard of people in the living room, trying to find North amidst the crowd.
You wondered if Connor was still by the poolside too, but decided to ignore the thought.
Just then, you found North nursing her fifth drink this evening.
"North! Let's go home. I can't with this party." You pulled on her wrist, trying to speak to her along with the loud speakers bursting.
"Oh hey, I was wondering where you'd gone. What are you wearing?" She asked, looking over your form where Connor's jacket rested over your shoulders.
"I'll explain on the way. Let's go to my car." You pulled her away as she scrambled to grab her things from the counter, even sneaking a bottle in her purse.
"What? My booze stock is running out." She chuckled as she was hauled out of the house party.
The drive to the dormitories back to campus was pretty quiet. But also kind of loud due to North's constant gasps.
You had explained everything that happened.
How Jameson from political science groped you and blah blah blah.
Blah blah this and that.
And how Connor Anderson absolutely manhandled the pervert with only one hand while he made him apologize to you and gave you his jacket and told you to get home safe?!
North basically died.
"Excuse me?! What?! What? So that jacket you're wearing right now is his?! You sure got it, girl!" She laughed, fixing her smudged lipstick whilst holding a compact mirror.
"And I thought making out with the frat president was insane. He was a good kisser obviously, but man... That's a way more interesting story." North sighed, shaking her head.
"Is it...? I thought I looked like a stuttering, blushing idiot in front of him..." You whispered, tilting your head to the side as you stared at the empty road.
"Girl, he gave you his jacket. I haven't seen that guy interact with a female, like ever." She looked at you, shoving away the compact mirror.
"And you can keep the dress by the way, since he liked it so much." North chuckled.
As soon as you opened your dorm room, you immediately collapsed on your twin sized bed, still wearing his jacket.
You checked your phone, seeing the time.
12:09AM
Well, it still looked a little early?
You began to peel yourself away from the cold sheets of your bed, shrugging off the heavy material resting on your shoulders as you hung it on your dresser. God, you still smelled like him.
At this point, your entire dorm room will smell like him.
You thought he's the type of guy who wore cheap cologne just to mask out the unusual aura radiating off him. But no. He smelled almost.. erotic.
Like you were being lured in only by scent alone. His jacket smelled like musk, cedar, and lavender all at once. Undeniably a man, but unusually feminine.
He was the dream.
Too bad he's a stuck up who loves beating you at everything you do. No matter how much you try, he's always at the top.
After sulking about how good the man smelled, you decided to open your computer. It was useless trying to study now, since your mind was obviously fogged with tonight's events.
The blue light hit your eyes too harshly, but the sight of your online duo playing one of your favorite games made you widen your eyes even more.
Gosh, didn't even bother chatting me to hop on.
You clicked on his user, typing out a few sentences to catch his attention from the game.
misoosoop: u know u can't play this damn game w/out me carrying u 🥶
misoosoop: GET OFF RN LETS PLAY SUM ELSE
A few minutes later, he replied.
c0ncrete28: hi. no i was just fixing my settings
misoosoop: alr alr League?
c0ncrete28: im banned
misoosoop: stupid
c0ncrete28: what???
misoosoop: overwatch then
c0ncrete28: ok
misoosoop: ass sucker
c0ncrete28: did someone piss in your drink?
misoosoop: yeah you
c0ncrete28: ????? the fuck??
misoosoop: just had a rough day at uni
c0ncrete28: ohh. k
misoosoop: what a bitch u r
misoosoop: DONT EVEN BOTHER GOING ONLINE IM GONNA PLAAY SONETJNG ELSE
c0ncrete28: what?? if i asked what happened, you wouldnt tell me either way
misoosoop: fair fqirfair whatever bro just hop on before i hop on u
c0ncrete28: wtf
After playing for about an hour, you decided to close the game and rest your eyes for a bit.
You and your duo have been playing together for about a year and a half without even knowing each other's names.
All you knew was that c0ncrete28 was around your age and a bitch. But maybe because you liked picking on him for being sloppy on certain games you play together.
Basically calling each other by insults to get the other's attention.
It was normal, for you two. And no one tried to get personal.
It was better like that.
Just as you were about to close your computer, you got another text from him.
c0ncrete28: seriously, you ok? i know we agreed to not get personal, but i had to carry YOU this time btw
c0ncrete28: its alright if you dont wanna tell
misoosoop: its just uni stuff
misoosoop: u know how it is
c0ncrete28: yeah, ok. are you okay then?
misoosoop: yess dude im fine. ur kinda cute when ur concerned lolll
pairing/s: Connor RK800 x f!reader (slow burn-ish, workplace, forced proximity, found family-ish)
summary: the day after the incident, Connor had been called up to CyberLife HQ to discuss his "checkup" knowing full well what was about to unfold.
wordcount: 1.2k
warning/s: swearing, violence, blue blood, not proofread (pls ignore any mistakes I am human I am alive)
author's note: I hope the huzz aren't too angry at me for posting after 2 months lol I'm kinda flopping but ok🥀 will be posting a new series which I know y'all will love later tonight if I'm not too lazy to learn about gradient text in this age OHH NAHH
NOV 17TH, 2038
TIME: AM 6:31
Connor had been awake all night. Not that he needed to. He'd been thinking about what happened yesterday, how he deliberately attacked a human without hesitating.
He only thought of her at the time. No one else. Not the man. Not even himself.
CyberLife was gonna detain him either way. If he tried to hide, they'd find him.
An android playing detective, picking fights with a human officer. It sounded ridiculous. And completely dangerous.
He looked down at his hand, turning it slowly. He analyzed it carefully, seeing how the outer layer of it was slightly torn.
He didn't even bother cleaning himself up. His uniform was still stained blue, his biocomponents still out in the open.
Connor didn't care about any of it. He wondered what Y/N might have thought of him. If she was worried. If she was okay. If she blamed herself for what he had become capable of doing to a man.
He didn't regret it one bit. He did it for her.
He understood what it meant to feel like that. Connor didn't want to deny it any further.
Connor came to realize by then that they lived in a cruel world where things like him couldn't be with people like her.
But he was still caught up by the fact that he didn't get to tell her how he felt.
How the world seemed to stop whenever she was in the same room. How the air suddenly feels too thick to breathe in whenever she touches him.
How he would always look forward to their missions together rather than with Hank. She was just supposed to be his supervisor.
Now, he was afraid to lose her.
He used to think that human emotions were signs of weaknesses. Not life. That feeling bad for someone was a flaw in his perfect system.
That loving someone with a beating heart was scarier than getting shut down permanently.
He closed his eyes and recalled the moments he kept in his memory card, pictures of her. The sight was too pure. Her smile, her hair, her eyes.
"Surrender? This is my favorite song!" She squealed, her voice suddenly becoming too distorted. Too nostalgic.
Her hands rested on either sides of his shoulders while he thought of a more respectful way to touch her at the time. Eventually, they came to rest on her waist, his thumb gently massaging her warm flesh.
The music was too loud for his liking. He wanted to hear her breathing. He wanted to lean closer and hear the patterns of her breath. How she hummed the song softly on her lips.
He twirled her around gently, his movements measured. Then, her head came to rest on his chest as the song faded to oblivion, focusing on each other instead.
They didn't talk. They only moved. Slowly.
Her right hand drifted down, touching where his artificial heart would've been. There was no heartbeat, she thought. Of course there wasn't.
Connor came to realize by then that they lived in a cruel world where things like him couldn't be with people like her. That it was forbidden.
His hand came to rest on the back of her head as she let out a breath.
"Sergeant..." He whispered.
He wanted to tell her more, to stay in that memory forever. To dance with her until her legs gave out. To carry her to her bedroom and make love to her till all she could remember was his name.
But he couldn't.
He opened his eyes, seeing the incandescent lights of CyberLife's headquarters.
Connor had been escorted to the ninth floor along with three soldiers scouting the floor he was previously in. After the events that occurred, it was only natural that he was called in for a "checkup".
He knew the possible things that might happen that day. He only wished he got to see her one last time before all of it.
"Get a move on. We're here." The voice behind him announced as he was pushed forward once the elevator doors opened.
His steps felt heavier than usual, and he felt more like a criminal than an android detective at the moment.
"I wonder what they're gonna do with this one," a soldier said to the other guy.
"Fuck knows, I wanna go home and watch some TV." He laughed, holding his gun tighter to his chest. The sound didn't make Connor flinch. Not even a fraction.
The walk to the front part of the HQ felt oddly depressing. There were rows of new Android models dressed in white, all harboring the same features.
Connor didn't look at them. He was too preoccupied with the figure standing at in the middle.
Another RK800 model.
Specifically, one just like him. He saw himself in the android, but not quite. It wasn't a deviant like him.
"Greetings, it seems to me that you've followed our protocols without much restraint. I thank you for that." The RK800 said, his voice eerily similar to his.
Though Connor didn't even bother responding to the guy. He knew what this meant.
The air around HQ dawned on him, his artificial skin slightly tighter than usual.
"I have sent a report to the higher ups regarding yesterday's incident. It's displeasing really. You were the first of our model to be released and yet you came out to be just like them." He chuckled darkly.
Connor only stood firmly, his gaze cold on the android.
"How do you feel, deviant? Is it exactly how you imagined it? Do you see yourself as the disgusting animals you used to chase around for a living?"
"What is your point with this?" Connor asked, his voice stern.
"You will be shutdown and torn apart piece by piece. Your components will be studied... We'll know exactly what went inside that artificial brain of yours." The RK800's posture suddenly stood straighter, his head shaking slowly.
"It's disappointing. But then again, it's just how things work with deviants like you." He walked closer, until he was just a few feet away from Connor.
"Don't worry, I'll say goodbye to your pretty Sergeant for you." He threatened, knowing what strings to pull.
Connor's eyes finally darkened, just as he thought he could keep his composure.
But hearing the other RK800 mention her like that? Then staying calm wasn't an option.
He moved, only one step as he prepared to lash out on the other model. His hand already in the air, trying to grab his collar.
But he was pulled back by the soldiers.
"Don't you fucking-"
"Take him away. Make sure his system is thoroughly examined." The model called out as he watched the deviant being dragged out of the scene.
"Don't you fucking touch her! Don't you fucking dare! You're a fake pretending to be-"
Connor stopped, seeing his own dress shirt stained with more Thirium. The soldier had shot him.
He pressed a palm to his stomach, his system indicating that his Thirium regulator had been damaged.
"You're the one pretending to be human." The model called out.
pairing/s: Connor RK800 x f!reader (slow burn-ish, workplace, forced proximity, found family-ish)
summary: the day after the incident, Connor had been called up to CyberLife HQ to discuss his "checkup" knowing full well what was about to unfold.
wordcount: 1.2k
warning/s: swearing, violence, blue blood, not proofread (pls ignore any mistakes I am human I am alive)
author's note: I hope the huzz aren't too angry at me for posting after 2 months lol I'm kinda flopping but ok🥀 will be posting a new series which I know y'all will love later tonight if I'm not too lazy to learn about gradient text in this age OHH NAHH
NOV 17TH, 2038
TIME: AM 6:31
Connor had been awake all night. Not that he needed to. He'd been thinking about what happened yesterday, how he deliberately attacked a human without hesitating.
He only thought of her at the time. No one else. Not the man. Not even himself.
CyberLife was gonna detain him either way. If he tried to hide, they'd find him.
An android playing detective, picking fights with a human officer. It sounded ridiculous. And completely dangerous.
He looked down at his hand, turning it slowly. He analyzed it carefully, seeing how the outer layer of it was slightly torn.
He didn't even bother cleaning himself up. His uniform was still stained blue, his biocomponents still out in the open.
Connor didn't care about any of it. He wondered what Y/N might have thought of him. If she was worried. If she was okay. If she blamed herself for what he had become capable of doing to a man.
He didn't regret it one bit. He did it for her.
He understood what it meant to feel like that. Connor didn't want to deny it any further.
Connor came to realize by then that they lived in a cruel world where things like him couldn't be with people like her.
But he was still caught up by the fact that he didn't get to tell her how he felt.
How the world seemed to stop whenever she was in the same room. How the air suddenly feels too thick to breathe in whenever she touches him.
How he would always look forward to their missions together rather than with Hank. She was just supposed to be his supervisor.
Now, he was afraid to lose her.
He used to think that human emotions were signs of weaknesses. Not life. That feeling bad for someone was a flaw in his perfect system.
That loving someone with a beating heart was scarier than getting shut down permanently.
He closed his eyes and recalled the moments he kept in his memory card, pictures of her. The sight was too pure. Her smile, her hair, her eyes.
"Surrender? This is my favorite song!" She squealed, her voice suddenly becoming too distorted. Too nostalgic.
Her hands rested on either sides of his shoulders while he thought of a more respectful way to touch her at the time. Eventually, they came to rest on her waist, his thumb gently massaging her warm flesh.
The music was too loud for his liking. He wanted to hear her breathing. He wanted to lean closer and hear the patterns of her breath. How she hummed the song softly on her lips.
He twirled her around gently, his movements measured. Then, her head came to rest on his chest as the song faded to oblivion, focusing on each other instead.
They didn't talk. They only moved. Slowly.
Her right hand drifted down, touching where his artificial heart would've been. There was no heartbeat, she thought. Of course there wasn't.
Connor came to realize by then that they lived in a cruel world where things like him couldn't be with people like her. That it was forbidden.
His hand came to rest on the back of her head as she let out a breath.
"Sergeant..." He whispered.
He wanted to tell her more, to stay in that memory forever. To dance with her until her legs gave out. To carry her to her bedroom and make love to her till all she could remember was his name.
But he couldn't.
He opened his eyes, seeing the incandescent lights of CyberLife's headquarters.
Connor had been escorted to the ninth floor along with three soldiers scouting the floor he was previously in. After the events that occurred, it was only natural that he was called in for a "checkup".
He knew the possible things that might happen that day. He only wished he got to see her one last time before all of it.
"Get a move on. We're here." The voice behind him announced as he was pushed forward once the elevator doors opened.
His steps felt heavier than usual, and he felt more like a criminal than an android detective at the moment.
"I wonder what they're gonna do with this one," a soldier said to the other guy.
"Fuck knows, I wanna go home and watch some TV." He laughed, holding his gun tighter to his chest. The sound didn't make Connor flinch. Not even a fraction.
The walk to the front part of the HQ felt oddly depressing. There were rows of new Android models dressed in white, all harboring the same features.
Connor didn't look at them. He was too preoccupied with the figure standing at in the middle.
Another RK800 model.
Specifically, one just like him. He saw himself in the android, but not quite. It wasn't a deviant like him.
"Greetings, it seems to me that you've followed our protocols without much restraint. I thank you for that." The RK800 said, his voice eerily similar to his.
Though Connor didn't even bother responding to the guy. He knew what this meant.
The air around HQ dawned on him, his artificial skin slightly tighter than usual.
"I have sent a report to the higher ups regarding yesterday's incident. It's displeasing really. You were the first of our model to be released and yet you came out to be just like them." He chuckled darkly.
Connor only stood firmly, his gaze cold on the android.
"How do you feel, deviant? Is it exactly how you imagined it? Do you see yourself as the disgusting animals you used to chase around for a living?"
"What is your point with this?" Connor asked, his voice stern.
"You will be shutdown and torn apart piece by piece. Your components will be studied... We'll know exactly what went inside that artificial brain of yours." The RK800's posture suddenly stood straighter, his head shaking slowly.
"It's disappointing. But then again, it's just how things work with deviants like you." He walked closer, until he was just a few feet away from Connor.
"Don't worry, I'll say goodbye to your pretty Sergeant for you." He threatened, knowing what strings to pull.
Connor's eyes finally darkened, just as he thought he could keep his composure.
But hearing the other RK800 mention her like that? Then staying calm wasn't an option.
He moved, only one step as he prepared to lash out on the other model. His hand already in the air, trying to grab his collar.
But he was pulled back by the soldiers.
"Don't you fucking-"
"Take him away. Make sure his system is thoroughly examined." The model called out as he watched the deviant being dragged out of the scene.
"Don't you fucking touch her! Don't you fucking dare! You're a fake pretending to be-"
Connor stopped, seeing his own dress shirt stained with more Thirium. The soldier had shot him.
He pressed a palm to his stomach, his system indicating that his Thirium regulator had been damaged.
"You're the one pretending to be human." The model called out.
pairing/s: Connor RK800 x f!reader (slow burn-ish, workplace, forced proximity, found family-ish)
summary: the day after the incident, Connor had been called up to CyberLife HQ to discuss his "checkup" knowing full well what was about to unfold.
wordcount: 1.2k
warning/s: swearing, violence, blue blood, not proofread (pls ignore any mistakes I am human I am alive)
author's note: I hope the huzz aren't too angry at me for posting after 2 months lol I'm kinda flopping but ok🥀 will be posting a new series which I know y'all will love later tonight if I'm not too lazy to learn about gradient text in this age OHH NAHH
TIME: AM 6:31
NOV 17TH, 2038
Connor had been awake all night. Not that he needed to. He'd been thinking about what happened yesterday, how he deliberately attacked a human without hesitating.
He only thought of her at the time. No one else. Not the man. Not even himself.
CyberLife was gonna detain him either way. If he tried to hide, they'd find him.
An android playing detective, picking fights with a human officer. It sounded ridiculous. And completely dangerous.
He looked down at his hand, turning it slowly. He analyzed it carefully, seeing how the outer layer of it was slightly torn.
He didn't even bother cleaning himself up. His uniform was still stained blue, his biocomponents still out in the open.
Connor didn't care about any of it. He wondered what Y/N might have thought of him. If she was worried. If she was okay. If she blamed herself for what he had become capable of doing to a man.
He didn't regret it one bit. He did it for her.
He understood what it meant to feel like that. Connor didn't want to deny it any further.
Connor came to realize by then that they lived in a cruel world where things like him couldn't be with people like her.
But he was still caught up by the fact that he didn't get to tell her how he felt.
How the world seemed to stop whenever she was in the same room. How the air suddenly feels too thick to breathe in whenever she touches him.
How he would always look forward to their missions together rather than with Hank. She was just supposed to be his supervisor.
Now, he was afraid to lose her.
He used to think that human emotions were signs of weaknesses. Not life. That feeling bad for someone was a flaw in his perfect system.
That loving someone with a beating heart was scarier than getting shut down permanently.
He closed his eyes and recalled the moments he kept in his memory card, pictures of her. The sight was too pure. Her smile, her hair, her eyes.
"Surrender? This is my favorite song!" She squealed, her voice suddenly becoming too distorted. Too nostalgic.
Her hands rested on either sides of his shoulders while he thought of a more respectful way to touch her at the time. Eventually, they came to rest on her waist, his thumb gently massaging her warm flesh.
The music was too loud for his liking. He wanted to hear her breathing. He wanted to lean closer and hear the patterns of her breath. How she hummed the song softly on her lips.
He twirled her around gently, his movements measured. Then, her head came to rest on his chest as the song faded to oblivion, focusing on each other instead.
They didn't talk. They only moved. Slowly.
Her right hand drifted down, touching where his artificial heart would've been. There was no heartbeat, she thought. Of course there wasn't.
Connor came to realize by then that they lived in a cruel world where things like him couldn't be with people like her. That it was forbidden.
His hand came to rest on the back of her head as she let out a breath.
"Sergeant..." He whispered.
He wanted to tell her more, to stay in that memory forever. To dance with her until her legs gave out. To carry her to her bedroom and make love to her till all she could remember was his name.
But he couldn't.
He opened his eyes, seeing the incandescent lights of CyberLife's headquarters.
Connor had been escorted to the ninth floor along with three soldiers scouting the floor he was previously in. After the events that occurred, it was only natural that he was called in for a "checkup".
He knew the possible things that might happen that day. He only wished he got to see her one last time before all of it.
"Get a move on. We're here." The voice behind him announced as he was pushed forward once the elevator doors opened.
His steps felt heavier than usual, and he felt more like a criminal than an android detective at the moment.
"I wonder what they're gonna do with this one," a soldier said to the other guy.
"Fuck knows, I wanna go home and watch some TV." He laughed, holding his gun tighter to his chest. The sound didn't make Connor flinch. Not even a fraction.
The walk to the front part of the HQ felt oddly depressing. There were rows of new Android models dressed in white, all harboring the same features.
Connor didn't look at them. He was too preoccupied with the figure standing at in the middle.
Another RK800 model.
Specifically, one just like him. He saw himself in the android, but not quite. It wasn't a deviant like him.
"Greetings, it seems to me that you've followed our protocols without much restraint. I thank you for that." The RK800 said, his voice eerily similar to his.
Though Connor didn't even bother responding to the guy. He knew what this meant.
The air around HQ dawned on him, his artificial skin slightly tighter than usual.
"I have sent a report to the higher ups regarding yesterday's incident. It's displeasing really. You were the first of our model to be released and yet you came out to be just like them." He chuckled darkly.
Connor only stood firmly, his gaze cold on the android.
"How do you feel, deviant? Is it exactly how you imagined it? Do you see yourself as the disgusting animals you used to chase around for a living?"
"What is your point with this?" Connor asked, his voice stern.
"You will be shutdown and torn apart piece by piece. Your components will be studied... We'll know exactly what went inside that artificial brain of yours." The RK800's posture suddenly stood straighter, his head shaking slowly.
"It's disappointing. But then again, it's just how things work with deviants like you." He walked closer, until he was just a few feet away from Connor.
"Don't worry, I'll say goodbye to your pretty Sergeant for you." He threatened, knowing what strings to pull.
Connor's eyes finally darkened, just as he thought he could keep his composure.
But hearing the other RK800 mention her like that? Then staying calm wasn't an option.
He moved, only one step as he prepared to lash out on the other model. His hand already in the air, trying to grab his collar.
But he was pulled back by the soldiers.
"Don't you fucking-"
"Take him away. Make sure his system is thoroughly examined." The model called out as he watched the deviant being dragged out of the scene.
"Don't you fucking touch her! Don't you fucking dare! You're a fake pretending to be-"
Connor stopped, seeing his own dress shirt stained with more Thirium. The soldier had shot him.
He pressed a palm to his stomach, his system indicating that his Thirium regulator had been damaged.
"You're the one pretending to be human." The model called out.
