"Oh how I love her, my ghetto love bird" ☆ﾟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Connie x Black Fem Reader
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"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐟𝐫�...
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─────── #¹⁶ BAG LADY YOU GONE HURT YO BACK, DRAGGIN' ALL THEM BAGS LIKE THAT 10:03 pm
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You didn't want to think about Connie, your friends, and certainly not your sperm donor. 0:14 ─|──────── 3:24 |◁ II ▷|
trigger warning: depictions of past abuse, trauma, setting off of triggers, abandonment, and heavy amounts of cursing. Plus a lot of daddy issues, if you aren't at a point where you can handle this kind of trigger, please read at your own caution.
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"I can't work like this..." You mumbled, pushing your chair back away from your desk as you cracked your neck and fingers, staring at the dauntingly blind screen in front of you. Having only typed about three or so paragraphs of your history paper before your clouded mind had subconsciously began to type the name of the one person who never failed to occupy your thoughts.
Connie.
It had been a little over a day or two, since he had up and disappeared from dance class early and you hated the brooding feeling of despair that had begun to fester in the pit of your stomach. You knew he had obviously gone through a lot and was most likely taking time to recharge but something in you kept screaming that nothing about this or him was that simple. Your intuition, that's what it was and in all the years you had lived that intuition, the very force that had kept you alive, was never wrong.
Bringing a knee to your chest, you let the other leg hang as you chewed your pen, deciding to rehash everything that had happened that day, trying to gage all the shifts in Connie's emotions. For starters, he had been happy with when you brought him breakfast and the two of you had laughed away and smiled all throughout class. The rest of the day had gone smoothly with the usual flirting or shy glances. It wasn't until that vivid memory of how those amber eyes were blown black with terror as his body shook like a leaf that made you frown, he had obviously been uncomfortable you knew that but why had he reacted so abrasively?
From his fear of taking off his clothes, to measuring, then again when eating, sure those could be summed up as normal insecurity or shyness but when Coco had reached out to touch him, the way he acted... that had to be a direct response to some kind of trauma. Even when he had grabbed her hand, he hadn't been present in the moment, he seemed far way, it was only until you called him that he came too as if his body had acted of its own volition. Like a built in defense mechanism... how long have you been unknowingly protecting yourself Connie?
