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Conner hated these assignments. Always in the lulls between missions, busy work, assigned by Batman, Red tornado, or Black Canary. 'To keep the mind sharp' they would say. Sharp his ass they just wanted the team out of the cave.
It felt like community service. Washing cars, getting cats out of trees, cleaning parks, and he wouldn't mind it if that was what he was actually doing. No. For Conner Kent they gave him jobs only he could pursue due to his size and intimidating appearance, Babysitting duty.
Keeping an eye on entitled girls for a week while they batted their lashes at him and made vaguely sexual connotations about his bike. He would be their chauffeur and butler, but never their companion. They might get everything they want because their families have some political pull but he can rebel in the only way he could, not engaging. The work made his blood boil he'd much rather be saving the cat.
This week was no different, he watched you, arms crossed as batman shook your 'daddy's' hand. Great- another sale made. His jaw tightened, this was going to be a long week. when you finally approached you were standing next to your father, a man reeking of privilege, holding his hand out for Conner to shake, he made sure to squeeze it a little too tightly another tiny rebellion won.
That week started out the same him showing up at your tiny castle of a house, making stiff introductions never sharing more than he had to. You watch him, eyes glinting curiously, your red glossy lips quirked in an amused smile, like you knew what game he was playing. 'smile now' he thought 'you wont be smiling long'. You offered your hand, he didn't take it.
The first day was spent at home, you watched TV your body draped over the couch while flipping through channels. Your gaze flicked between him and the TV, the same pattern: pause on a channel, look at him, change the channel. He looked forward jaw tight 'what is she doing?'. Over and over, pause-look-change, pause-look-change, pause-look-change, until one channel caught his eye. It was a quick motion, blink and you'd miss it, but you didn't, the cycle stopped. You didn't speak to each other for the rest of the day.
On the second day you were much more vocal, saying enough for two people and not getting discouraged when he never responded. He refused to look at your eyes, the eyes were too intimate and you guys weren't that close. His eyes, when they had to look at you, stayed firmly on your lips. The gloss was distracting, the red color vibrant, probably the most distinct thing about you. your boldness.
The way you spoke wasn't the nervous blabber of someone who didn't know what to say. No, no. It was cadenced, flirty, bold, just like your lip gloss. You spoke like he was an old friend, people who grew up together, who had history. At first he found it annoying, but it was consistent and eventually he found comfort in the noise. It made the heavy uncomfortable silence of strangers into a lighthearted conversation about whatever was on your mind. He found himself grunting in response to some of your points.
Day three was spent eating. "Have you ever had sushi before Con?" Con. Like you were that comfortable. "don't call me that" he said with an intense expression. "...and no". Your smile didn't fade at his bluntness, in fact it seemed to widen. "today's your lucky day."
The spread was two tables long and it was much more than sushi, it was sashimi, and kimbap, and onogiri, and musubi. It was glorious and drool inducing. The first bite he took... he was in heaven. "holy shit" he said, too surprised to hold the emotion in his voice. He suspected this feast cost more than it did to make him. You just watched with that same glossy smile of yours and this time he didn't turn away.
Day four was different, he almost did a double take when he looked at you. No signature look, no lip gloss, just a plain lip. Those pretty lips that he had been staring at, still good now, but uncannily uncovered. "we'll go to the mall to get some new lipgloss" you had caught him red handed (red eyed?). He nods and gives a noncommittal grunt but he felt a soft relief knowing he would see your pretty lips once again.
His last day came on day five and for once he wasn't eager to leave your side. It wasn't that he had grown extremely fond of you, he doesn't think, or that you had left this unfillable crater in his chest, but you didn't push him, and he learned to enjoy that and your company.
The bike ride over (because yes you made him take you on his bike) was exhilarating. Maybe he showed off a bit, doing tricks, speeding up, slowing down, all with confidence and expert control. All while you held on laughing and tightening your arms around his waist, which he didn't 100% hate.
The mall was loud and crowded, he didn't enjoy it. His ears rang from the rounds of shrill children laughing and forced conversation, but he endured. He tried to make a beeline for the makeup store but you stopped him. "we have a couple of things to get first" you said it with that mischievous glint in your eyes. He realized too late that he had been tricked into an errand run.
People parted for Conner, he wasn't exactly small, he kept close to your side. He didn't want someone bumping into you or losing you to a crowd, so he stayed shoulder to shoulder. His hands unconsciously brushing against yours with every movement, neither of you pulled away.
First stop. It was a... lady's wear store. Don't get him wrong Conner didn't flinch or fuss when you brought it up but he didn't step inside when you did. "I'll wait out here" He grumbles. It's a boundary set. He had no place in a store like that. You just gave him that same placid smile and stepped inside "alright I'll be out soon" you call back, respecting his autonomy.
It was almost half an hour later when you approach him at the threshold. "I need your opinion" you hold up two bras "Lace or push-up?". Shock. Genuine shock. He just stares at you, expression blank like he's processing what you've asked of him. You continue "Lace makes me feel dainty, but it has less support than the push-up, but the push-up isn't as pretty as the lace one". His ears go pink. He doesn't physically react but the signs are there. You waited patiently for his response, that shit eating grin on your plain lips. So he rubs his face. and without looking up, points to the lace bra. He just wants to get your lip gloss and leave.
The next two hours are spent shopping for things that were apparently not lip glosses, when you finally get to the makeup store he's holding so many bags it's cutting off circulation to his arms. He's tired and a little annoyed that the day went like this, but his shoulders relax when he finally realizes you're here, the final stop of the day. The store is dimmer than the lights in the mall outside, there are shelves of different products along the walls and composed in aisles. You in your radiant confidence know exactly where to go, and where is that? Away from the lip glosses. Conner internally groans. 'Just kill me now' he thinks.
You approach the perfume stand. Conner doesn't understand why you'd want to smell like anyone else. Tactically, it's not sound, He finally lets something show. Just a slight huff of annoyance. You turn to him "What you smell like is the first thing people notice about you. It leaves an impression whether you want it to or not." you spray a scent on your neck "here, smell." Conner hesitates for a moment, this feels intimate, he feels nervous. He leans in, his nose gently pressing against the side of your neck, your bodies pressed in a somewhat close position. Vanilla. He pulls back with a surprised look on his face. It's...nice, really nice.
Finally you approach the display that he had been waiting for. He eagerly pulls out a red lipgloss from the case to bring to you. For the praise or just to leave he didn't know anymore. You take it from him with a pleased smile but keep looking. "Why do you need to keep looking?" He asks. He got you the one you used before why are you doubting his choices now?
"Gloss is important, Conner, it's sexy it draws attention, it makes hot people stare at your lips". He scoffs, you reply, "and just like it's important to have a signature scent it's important to have a signature color. you can assume a lot about a person based on what shade they wear". After a long moment you put a swatch on your lips, a deep cherry red, the most natural he's ever seen you. "I don't like when mine are transfer proof. I like leaving my mark."
You look in the mirror, popping your lips, trying out the new shade. "would you kiss me with this color" you ask the question plainly but the amused glint in your eye doesn't leave. His face flushes in 2.0 seconds flat. This feels intimate. Very intimate. And suddenly the lipgloss section feels very dangerous. He swallows, eyes darting to your now cherry glossed lips, and gives the faintest of nods, finally meeting your eyes.
You lean up and kiss his lips, it's not fast or devouring, but just enough to transfer the product. "yeah?" you ask, now looking at his lips smeared with your lipgloss. He turns, looking at the adjacent mirror. His lips are tinted in a deeper pink than normal, some lies to the side near his cheek, he's marked by your color, because yes this is your color.
He nods, a little harder than before. hell yes. Maybe he is starting to understand this stuff after all.
I have a love hate relationship with angst fics. I know they're supposed to be sad and not have happy endings and that makes me sad but DAMNIT they are addicting and so well written! I fear for when I have to write one, I will not be strong enough. AT MOST probably a two parter with a happy ending. I CANT THROW THE BRICK
Conner Kent who tells you he's a clone after two weeks of knowing you and gets upset when you don't believe him. He feels like he just bared his deepest insecurity and you stomped on his heart. He doesn't really understand how to take it slow, doesn't understand that you don't come from his world. What offends him more is how you walk on eggshells around him after, like he's some impulsive liar. To him two weeks with you has felt like the past six months he's spent with the team. He talks to you and you talk back, real friendship, maybe something that could develop into more. He learns after a very long chat with Kaldur'ahm that from your perspective he does look like a liar and a crazy person. Okay so maybe he did come on too strong, how does he make this better? The next time he sees you he pulls you into a secluded parking lot away from prying eyes and lifts a car. 'I don't expect you to believe me, but I don't want you to think i'm a liar'. It's hard not to believe him after that, and when the initial shock and somewhat invasive questions end you're back on track. So maybe next time he'll wait a little longer before getting this vulnerable, but it's worth it if it means he can keep spending time with you.
Conner watched as his long time companion sat on top of his partner. your body covered in white fur leaving only your hands and toes visible. you were being smothered by an almost 200Ib wolf and you didn't seem like you had a care in the world
"Baby, please" he tried to reason. He was worried about you, of course he was worried about you, you had an apex predator using you as a cushion.
"He loves me, con! let us be happy!" your answered muffled under the profound weight. Even now your hands ran through the soft fur, only making the animal huff and settle further.
Great. He was never gonna get you out of there now.
Wolf didn't startle at the commotion, he seemed perfectly content where he was. Occasionally he'd lick your face making you giggle then look at Conner like he was the one intruding.
Conner watched this display with a mixture of amused, if uneasy, emotion and a twinge of jealousy. Of course the dog gets your love, sometimes he wondered if you were only with him for wolf. 'Fine' he thought. Bring it on.
"alright, stay there in your cuddle pile, I guess you'll just have to miss out on that surprise I had prepared for you..."
That got your attention, your whining and petting halting abruptly. "...what surprise?"
jackpot.
"you'll have to go to your room to see" and there it was, he had caught you hook, line, and sinker. He could practically hear the gears turning in your mind trying to convince yourself that you didn't need to know, but Conner knew you too well, you couldn't resist.
"Cant you just bring it to me?" your voice laced with desperate bargaining.
"nope, you'd have to go there yourself"
you were silent for a long moment, then defeatedly. "carry me?"
He didn't hesitate, gently nudging wolf off of your form and picking you up with ease. You immediately snuggle into his warmth, your limbs clinging to his muscular frame.
He carries you like a mother koala carries it's joey.
He gives one smug look over his shoulder at his now slightly annoyed faced pet.
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A/N: what I think happens after young justice season four
Divorced! Conner Kent who was just six months old (not mentally) when he got into a serious relationship with M'gann M'orzz.
Divorced! Conner Kent who never got a chance to discover his own sense of self before he was thrusted into the world of dating.
Divorced! Conner Kent who stopped being Conner Kent after he started dating and started becoming M'gann's guard dog boyfriend or one part of the team's power couple.
Divorced! Conner Kent who pines after M'gann even after he breaks up with her because who would he be without the only person who's been with him this long.
Divorced! Conner Kent who forgives M'gann for trying to erase his memories after a fight and asks her to move in with him.
Divorced! Conner Kent who proposes to her in the kitchen of their house and embraces her when she says yes.
Divorced! Conner Kent who expects his wedding to be the best day of his life only to be derailed by a kryptonite infused device and is pronounced dead
Divorced! Conner Kent who fights and fights and fights in the phantom realm until he's bloody and bruised and cant fight anymore.
Divorced! Conner Kent who is left alone with his thoughts, no friends, no wife, just him and the void.
Divorced! Conner Kent who realizes he doesn't know who he is without M'gann.
Divorced! Conner Kent who realizes his opinions molded into hers the second they got together.
Divorced! Conner Kent who realizes he has no sense of self, no fleshed out opinions about his likes or dislikes, no personality past 'M'ganns soulmate'.
Divorced! Conner Kent who starts resenting M'gann, realizing he didn't actually forgive her for messing with his head or lying.
Divorced! Conner Kent who realizes all this time he's been an accessory is M'gann's main character TV show in her mind.
Divorced! Conner Kent who asks for a divorce the second he's out of the phantom realm.
Divorced! Conner Kent who moves out the moment he's able to and finds a place of his own.
Divorced! Conner Kent who thinks about you recurringly, the one member of the original team that estranged themself the moment they turned 18.
Divorced! Conner Kent who calls you up to chat because he's lost. Finding himself is harder than expected because he's not really finding himself he's trying to build himself from the ground up.
Divorced! Conner Kent who starts working on his motorcycle at your suggestion, taking it one step at a time.
Divorced! Conner Kent who texts you updates on parts and leather color (red).
Divorced! Conner Kent who starts inviting you to events he might be interested in because he doesn't want to go alone.
Divorced! Conner Kent who starts appreciating you as a close friend the more he spends time with you.
Divorced! Conner Kent who's slowly realizing he's developing an actual crush based on who you are as a person and not what's expected of him.
Divorced! Conner Kent who doesn't rush into a relationship this time because he wants to be sure he's secure in himself before he decides to share his life with someone else again.
Divorced! Conner Kent who kisses you after a movie realizing life is so much sweeter when he can fully decide what he wants to do with it.
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