Connor oneshots & imagines (dbh)

beautiful stranger

Female reader

Y/N POV

I sat at the bar, with my hand on my cheek, waiting for my next drink as I watched the Sunday night football game. Well, more like spacing out at the tv. I don't know shit about football. "Here's your beer and a shot of tequila" the bartender said, sliding the drinks to me. "Oh, wait, sir I didn't order a shot" I said. "It's from that guy" he said, pointing behind me. I turned around and saw a handsome, broad shouldered man, sitting alone at a booth behind me. His deep brown eyes scanned my body as some of his hair fell into his face. Damn. I picked up the shot and turned around and took it. He smirked and chuckled as I turned back around. I took a sip from my beer when I felt the seat next to me shake. I looked to see the beautiful stranger next to me. "Hey" I smiled. "Hey" he said back. His voice wasn't as deep as I imagined, but it was still sexy. "Thanks for the shot. I honestly needed it" I laughed. "Anytime. Anyways, what's a beautiful girl, like you, doing here alone? Don't you know it's dangerous around here at this time of night?" He spoke. "Yeah, I don't know I just... I guess I just wanted some alone time" I smiled sadly.

The real reason I was there was because my boyfriend died the other day. We were at a party and someone pulled a gun on him on the way home. I blame myself constantly for letting him walk home alone that night. "You're hurting?" He said, shifting in his seat and scanning my face. I looked into his eyes and took a sip of my beer, "What's your name?"

"Connor. And yours?" He said. "Y/n" I said, running my finger along the rim of my glass. He nodded and smiled, "pretty name for a pretty girl". Christ this guy's trying hard. I smiled sadly. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. You just looked like you needed someone to talk to" he explained. "I appreciate it, but I don't need a therapist right now" I laughed. "Understandable. I'm about to head out and maybe get some actual food. If you care to join" he smiled. Yeah right, liked I'd go to McDonald's with a fucking stranger.

I shut the door looking over at him in the drivers seat. Man is he cute. "Where to?" He smiled, reaching over and buckling my seatbelt. "McDonald's" I slurred. I don't remember half the trip because I was so damn tired. I laid my head on the passenger side window and slowly fell asleep.

My eyes slowly opened and a bright light sting my eyes. I lifted my hand to shield my eyes, but it was handcuffed. "What the f-". "You're awake" I heard someone laugh. My vision was rippled and colors spurred across the room. "Wh-ere t-t-the fuck am I?" I asked. The room looked like it was on a teeter totter. "Shhh... Y/n... go back to sleep" I heard a voice say. "N-No... please..." I said, as I fell back asleep.

I woke up and looked around. Where am I? I went to stand up to see my ankles and hands were taped and handcuffed to the chair I was sitting in. My breathing picked up as I started thrashing in my seat. "Help! Somebody!" I yelled. "Y/n?! Y/n! Oh my goodness are you okay?!" Connor asked frantically coming to my aid. "Oh thank god, Connor please help me get out of this" I laughed happily and out of breath. Connor just laughed and stared at me. "Connor hurry up before they come back or something!" I yelled.

"How fucking dumb can you be?" He laughed, standing up. "What?..." I asked. He walked over to his counter and grabbed an envelope. "You... you SICK SON OF A BITCH! GET ME OUT OF HERE! SOMEBODY HELP!" I yelled as I thrashed in the seat. "YES! SOMEONE PLEASE! SAVE HER!" Connor yelled. My throat stung and my eyes clouded from tears. "What do you want from me? I'll- I'll give you anything just... Connor please" I whimpered. He walked over and squatted in front of me. He then held up a photo to my face. "Do you know this man?" He asked. It was a picture of my ex boyfriend. My breath hitched and he smirked. "I'm guessing you do, well this son of a bitch killed fifteen of my men in the last month. Sound familiar? Huh?" He asked, getting in my face. "I-I-I don't know anything about that" I said. "Yeah right. I'm not dumb you know? I'm a fucking Android. You know... the smartest thing since 2030" he laughed. "This, is Jason Warbler. Gang member. Head dog. Drug lord. Ring a bell?" He asked.

"What do you want from me?" I asked. "I want you to confess to what you've done. And you know what you've done" he said. "You're sick" I spat. He grabbed me by my shirt tightly and got in my face. "No you're fucking sick! Killing an innocent man! Who do you think you are?" He scoffed. "You've got the wrong girl" I said. "Oh, my bad. I've got the wrong girl? Well then... would you happen to know a Y/n L/n who is 23 years old? Her parents names are y/m/n and y/d/n? Her fiancé, Jason warbler, was murdered by a mysterious woman who was always seen at the scene of the crime of the survivors of your sick, sick game!" He yelled.

I stayed silent. "You're game is over" he laughed. "Connor" I said. "More begging?" He scoffed. "Connor. Those people. Why d-don't you hear m-my side of the story?" I whimpered. "Ha! Totally. I totally want to hear your fucked up thought process on why you kill innocent people" he laughed, loading a gun. "You're one time talk! Drugging me?! Kidnapping me?!" I yelled. "It doesn't matter what I do, because I'm doing the world a favor right now" he laughed, pointing the gun at me and pulling the trigger.