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imma-fucking-nerd · 4 years

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In Real Life

(Connor x Reader)

A/N: this is inspired by the demi lovato song of the same title that I randomly remembered from when i was a kid that i totally didn't discover from a hetalia fic 👁️👄👁️

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Gavin Reed. He was an..... interesting character. Most people thought he was a trouble making asshole, and they weren't exactly wrong. He liked to pick fights, mostly with androids, and he held this arrogant air around him. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable of kindness, how to have a fun time, and believe it or not he was actually kind of funny. You supposed that was why you started to like him.

At first you only agreed to go on a date with him so he'd leave you alone. But one date turned into two. Then three. Then, before you knew it you found yourself living with him, and carrying the title of his 'girlfriend'. Honestly, you didn't really hate that idea.

He was kind enough, and funny enough, he was just enough to cure your crippling case of loneliness. So you let yourself fall for him. After all, there weren't really any other options for you at the moment. At least, not that you were aware of. But unbeknownst to you, a certain android had a budding crush on you.

You had been dating Gavin for a couple of months and things were....okay. Not bad, but not ideal either. You just chalked it up to your hopeless romantic nature expecting too much of him, and unrealistic. So, you settled with the mediocre relationship. It wasn't like he was abusive in any way. He had just been growing more and more distant, to say the least.

You wouldn't really ever go on fun dates out anymore. Unless you counted the weekends you would follow him to a bar. Where he would get shitfaced which then you would have to drag him to your shared apartment before he started a fight with someone. But those nights were hardly romantic. The only remotely romantic element being him managing to convince you to sleep with him.

Most days, he would stay home to hang out for no more than a couple of hours. But then he'd be off doing god knows what for the rest of the night. He'd rarely even be there when you woke up either. He would always just say it was because he had work he needed to do.

You brushed never questioned him about all the excuses, telling yourself that he was a detective. He must have been needed quite a lot. Or maybe he even just wanted his own time. That was fine. He was allowed to want his alone time. So you put up with it, even though it was causing little cracks in your heart every time. You ignored the voice in the back of your head that told you that you deserved more than this. A certain someone would have to agree.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were laying in your bed, and Gavin was getting dressed and ready to leave. You held back the urge to sigh as you watched him, a hint of sadness in your (e/c) eyes. Sitting up slightly, you cleared your throat. You already knew the answer to what you were about to ask, but it was worth a shot.

"So, when are you gunna be home?" you asked, a hopeful tinge to your voice.

"Dunno, probably not til late. I got work, but I'll let you know," he said as he shrugged on his jacket.

"Okay..." you replied quietly.

"I gotta go, cya later," he said, stopping at your bedroom door, sparing you a quick glance over his shoulder.

"Okay, bye," you waved, offering him a small smile.

With that, he was gone once again. When you heard the front door shut you let out a long sigh. You layed back down and stared up at the ceiling, letting your mind wonder. After a few moments the buzzing of your phone caught your attention. You rolled over onto your side and grabbed it, turning it on and punching in your passcode. You opened the messages app and a smile appeared on your face when you read the text.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Hello, (Y/n). How are you doing this evening? :)

You couldn't help but chuckle at the little smiley face. You taught him how to make the basic emote faces and you thought it was adorable every time he used one. Almost immediately, you typed up your reply.

(Y/n): Hey Con! I'm ok, you?

Connor was your best friend. Ever since he first waltzed into the prescinct you found him intriguing. The thing thing that brought you two together at first was because you defended him from Gavin, and anyone else who bullied the poor android. You really didn't understand why they were all so mean to him.

You thought the detective android was amazing in every single way. Not only was his detective work unmatched, but he was also such a sweetheart, and honestly so unintentionally hilarious, not to mention he was very attractive. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what it would be like to date him. He would honestly be the perfect boyfriend. But you doubted he'd think of you in a romantic way.

Connor had only become a deviant not too long ago. So trying to flirt with him would feel wrong anyways. But being friends with him was something you could do. You always knew he was so much more than a machine on a mission. When he came to you to tell you he had become deviant you immediately pulled him into a hug, much like Hank did. Little did you know that your hug would awaken feelings in him for you he never knew were possible, yet felt as if they'd always been there.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: I'm doing good. May I ask why you're just okay? Is something wrong?

His concern made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A feeling that you were supposed to feel from your boyfriend. Your previous smile dropped as you stared at the question on the screen. You trusted Connor with your life but you didn't know if you should tell him what was bothering you. With a soft sigh, you typed up your response.

(Y/n): No no I'm fine. It's just one of those days y'know?

(Y/n): But I really appreciate your concern :)

You felt bad for lying to him, but it wasn't like there was anything he could do about your little predicament. You were grateful you didn't have to have this conversation face to face, otherwise he would have most definitely caught you in your lie. Yet even through text, Connor wasn't very convinced but he didn't want to press even further.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Oh, ok. Let me know if you need anything (Y/n) and I'll be there. :)

Once again, his message brought a smile to your face, along with that funky feeling in your stomach. Oh how you wished Gavin could make you feel this special.

(Y/n): Thank you Connor :3

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: What is that?

You chuckled softly at the android's endearing cluelessness when it came to texting. God he was adorable.

(Y/n): It's a face! Like a dog or a cat face

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Oh.

Connor: :3

You couldn't help but giggle at the incoming text.

(Y/n): Cute! :D

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Anyways, I shouldn't keep you up any further. It's late, you should sleep.

You glanced up to the corner of your phone and saw the time read 1:43 am. He definitely wasn't wrong, and as if on cue your body let out a long yawn.

(Y/n): Yeah you're probably right. Goodnight Connor.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Goodnight (Y/n) :3

You chuckled and shook your head as you turned your phone off, placing it over your heart. An absent-minded dreamy sigh fell past your lips and you placed your phone over on your nightstand. You got comfortable in under the covers and fluttered your eyes shut before you slowly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up at the sound of your alarm, you weren't surprised to find the space beside you empty. No kisses, no breakfast made for you, not even the presence of your boyfriend. You were used to that by now though. It's almost as if you were still single. With a little huff, you got up and started getting ready for work.

You weren't a detective like Gavin, but you did work at the station with him, and with Connor. Almost as soon as you thought about your favorite android, you saw your phone light up in your peripherals. You didn't even need to read who it was from before a smile stretched across your face.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Good morning (Y/n). I hope you slept well. I look forward to seeing you.

(Y/n): Thanks Connor, I slept alright. I'm leaving now so I'll see you soon.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: See you soon (Y/n) :)

With that, you shut your phone off and tucked it away into your purse before leaving the apartment. You locked the door behind you and ledt to go down to your car. The smile Connor's morning texts brought you stayed on your face the whole ride to work. You had a feeling today was going to be a great day.

The hours of the day rolled by seamlessly, and for the most part, your little feeling was right. You didn't have that many reports to fill out and Connor wasn't out on any cases with Hank so you got to talk with him a lot. The only thing that kind of disappointed you was the lack of attention you got from your boyfriend. You tried not to let that get you down, but Connor could sense that you weren't 100%.

It was currently 7:45pm and you were finally ready to head home. After gathering your belongings, you looked around for Gavin. You were a little confused when you couldn't find him, but just assumed he went home before you. Wouldn't be the first time. As your eyes scanned the prescinct, they met a pair of warm chocolate brown ones. Your lips almost immediately curled up into a smile when you recognized who they belonged to.

"Hello, (Y/n). Are you done for the day?" he asked, returning your smile with a lopsided smile of his own.

He had yet to master the whole smiling thing without looking awkward. But it cute nonetheless.

"Yep, you?" you responded, popping the 'p'.

"Yes, Hank is waiting for me in the car," he nodded.

"Then you probably shouldn't keep him waiting before he leaves without you," you chuckled.

"Right," he agreed almost sheepishly.

"C'mon, we can walk out together," you offered with a smile.

Connor's own smile widened and he nodded enthusiastically, "I would like that."

You lead the way to the exit and Connor followed. As you got to the door, Connor quickly stepped ahead of you and opened the door for you. A soft chuckle escaped you and you felt a slight warmth rise up into your cheeks. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the android detective.

"Why thank you kind sir," you said with a grin.

"Of course, my lady/lord," he replied with a cheeky little smile as he exited after you.

As he walked you over to your car, the sudden sound of a car's horn made you jump. You turned your head to Hank's beat up old car.

"Connor, hurry the fuck up or I'm leaving your ass here!" you heard the older man yell from his car.

"Coming Lieutenant!" Connor called after him.

He then turned to you with a soft smile, "Goodnight (Y/n), I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Connor," you replied with a wave as he jogged over to Hank's car.

You and Connor locked eyes once more before you both got into your seperate vehicles. You swore you felt your heart skip a beat, and as soon as you were in your car you let out a girlish giggle. Today was definitely a great day.

You pulled up in front of the apartment building and parked along the curb. Gavin only had one parking spot and that was reserved for his truck, so you had to park infront of the building. Not that you really minded. Stepping out of the car, you locked it before entering the building. As you rode the elevator up to your floor you wondered if Gavin would be home. Maybe if you were lucky you could watch a movie together and cuddle to wrap up this perfect day.

When you arrived at your door you slid in your key to unlock to door only to find it was already unlocked. Huh that was weird. You just shrugged it off, assuming Gavin just left it unlocked for you. However when you entered the apartment and begun to take your jacket off you paused when your eyes landed on a pair of heels that weren't your own.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach when you heard hushed giggles and moans coming from deeper in the apartment. You dropped your bag by the door and closed it quietly before slowly creeping down the hall. The closer you got to the origin of the noises the louder they got and they were coming from the bedroom. The sound of your heart racing pounded in your ears as you recognized one of the voices to be Gavin's, your supposed boyfriend. The other voice was another woman's, and it didn't take much to put two and two together.

Your feet stopped on your venture forward and you stood frozen like a deer in headlights. The forming of tears stung your eyes and you felt your throat tightening. You could almost hear your heart breaking over the faint voices echoed in your mind. After a few moments of you just standing there, processing what was happening, you turned on your heel and grabbed your bag before slamming the door shut. There was no doubt they would heard that, and you hoped they did.

Hot tears brimmed your eyes and you tried so hard to keep them from spilling as you rushed into the elevator. You didn't want or need to face him or the woman he had cheated on you with. There was nothing he could say that would make it okay. That would stop you from leaving him like you knew you should have a long time ago.

It was only when you got into your car when you finally let the tears that threatened to spill fall down your face. Never before have you felt so stupid in your entire life. So much of you time and love poured into someone who never gave a shit about you. You hit the side of the steering wheel multiple times with a frustrated and hurt groan. After the anger had subsided you leaned your forehead against the wheel and just cried.

It had been a solid five minutes before you were able to steady your breathing and calm down a little. Your eyes glanced back to the apartment, with a shaky sigh you put the key into the ignition and started your car. You didn't have a set destination in mind but you just needed to go anywhere else but here.

You seemed to drive on autopilot because without even realizing it you ended up driving to the address of Lieutenant Anderson. Since you had made the mistake of moving in with Gavin, you really didn't have anywhere else to go. You hoped he wouldn't mind if you crashed there for a couple of days with a little persuasion from Connor. The moment you thought about the android you felt yourself feel just a little bit better. You knew that if anyone would be able to lift your spirits, it was him.

Within less than a half hour you arrived at the residence of Hank, Sumo, and as of recently, Connor. You parked by the curb and turned off your car. Taking a few deep breaths, you looked at yourself in the mirror and realized how much of a mess you looked. Your eyes were red, puffy, and glossy with fresh tears. But at this point you were beyond caring about how you looked.

With a soft huff you pulled yourself out of your car and headed up to the door. You wasted no more time before knocking on the door a couple of times. Looking over your shoulder you noticed Hank's car wasn't in the driveway. Must have been out at a bar or something. Your attention was brought back to the door when you heard it unlocking and being pulled open. Connor's eyes widened at the sight of you and his LED shifted into a yellow as he immediately scanned you for any bodily harm.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, worry evident in his voice and soft eyes.

"H-He cheated on me," was all you said, your barely audible voice cracking as you fought off a second round of tears.

The androids features softened and he opened the door wider for you to step inside. You offered him a weak grateful smile as you walked into the humble abode. He closed the door behind you before offering to take your coat, like the gentleman he was. After he took you to trudged over to the couch and sunk down onto it. You hadn't even been there five minutes and you already felt more at home than you did spending months at his place.

A smile tugged at your lips when the saint bernard, Sumo, came up and layed at your feet. You leaned down and pet through his thick fur.

"Hey buddy," you mumbled to the canine.

Your attention was brought back up to Connor when he took a seat next to you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked kind of awkwardly.

You shook your head, "No, not really."

Connor nodded in understanding. He wasn't quite sure what else to say. Comforting people wasn't exactly his strong suit. He was about to open his mouth to speak but shut it once you leaned your head against his shoulder, your eyes trained on the dog that layed by your feet. Connor tensed at the contact and you were just about to move away and apologize when he slowly wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n)," Connor almost whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen upon you.

"Yeah, me too," you said sadly, sighing shakily.

You felt the tears coming back and your breath becoming more uneven but you made no attempt to stop it. Connor must have noticed too because he shifted slightly and used his other hand to pull you into his chest. This time it was you who had tensed at the sudden hug, and soon you completely melted into his touch. You buried your face into his chest and clutched onto his jacket like your life depended on it, meanwhile Connor soothingly pet your hair.

"He didn't deserve you anyways," he mumbled, mostly to himself.

A long period of time passed where none of you said a word. Connor just held you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. He thought he hated Gavin before you two started dating, now the next time he saw him he was going to have some words for him. Connor wished he had said something to you before you got hurt, but it was too late for that now so he was content to be here for you now. He hated to admit it, but he actually really like the position you two were in, minus the you crying thing of course.

A couple more minutes passed until Connor realized that you had seemed to calm down. He looked down at you and just as he was about to call your name he noticed that you had fallen asleep. You must have been so exhausted that you cried yourself to sleep. Slowly, Connor picked you up bridal style before laying you down onto the couch. He had to snap himself out of staring at your sleeping form in order to get you a spare blanket. When he came back he gently laid the blanket over you then hesitantly leaned down closer to you.

"Sleep well, (Y/n)," he whispered before leaning in further to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

In the morning, you were awoken by the potent smell of bacon in the air. You stirred a bit before your eyes fluttered open, taking in your surroundings. It took a moment to realize where you were, and what exactly happened the night before. When you looked up to see Hank making his way over to the couch you sat up to give him room. You assumed Connor had filled him in after you fell asleep because he didn't ask why you were here, only mumbling a 'mornin'.

You offered him a small smile in response and rubbed your eyes. Looking over, you saw Connor in the kitchen and got up to join him. When he noticed you at his side he offered you a bright smile.

"Good morning, (Y/n). How did you sleep?" he asked, his eyes going back to the bacon he was cooking up.

"As well as you'd expect sleeping on a couch. Whatcha doing?" you nodded down to the food he was making.

"Making you breakfast, of course," he said as if it were obvious.

"Really?" your eyes widened and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"I hope you don't mind," he added once he saw your reaction, suddenly doubting his actions.

"No, no! I don't mind at all, it's just..... Something I'm not used to," you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Well, as long as you stay with us I'll make you whatever you want whenever you want," he grinned, proud of himself.

Your lips curled up into a wide smile and you went up on your tippy toes, pressing a quick peck to his cheek, "Thanks Con."

"Uh- N-No problem (Y/n)," he stuttered, a light blue starting to tint his cheeks.

Maybe all your romantic daydreams weren't so unrealistic after all. You just had to know where to look. Maybe you should be thanking Gavin. Yeah, a nice thank you with your fist would do just fine.

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A/N: oops i meant for this to be like 2500 words and it turned out to be nearly 4000- Anywayss hope y'all enjoyed!

#dbh #dbh x reader #dbh fanfic #dbh connor #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 #detroit rk800 #detroit become human #detroit #dbh rk800

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sochilll · 3 years

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Thoughts about the deh movie? What did you like, what did you not like?

I have SO many thoughts and I’m sure other people are gonna explain them much better so I’ll give you a top 5 on each side. (Also I did make a long ass story highlight of all my thoughts on my insta @ be_more_sochill always be plugging). Under the read more cause it’s long and for spoilers!

Likes

Jared Kalwani does is gay! I think they handled it pretty well. They just switched an existing line bragging about a girl to make it about a guy and gay him a pride patch! The “honey” moment was…….. a choice. But I didn’t think it was a big deal considering the tone of that scene. All around it was fun n good and makes sense that it wasn’t a major plot point given that Jared’s love life isn’t relevant to the story

Alana gets feelings! There was a lot of Alana changes I didn’t love tbh. But I really liked the scene of her talking to Evan in the park. It was a good connection moment and showed that while Alana feels the same as Evan, she actually sees that feeling in others too whereas Evan thinks he’s the only one.

Maybe cheating to make these two points but: Anonymous Ones! I really liked this song. It was good as a song, miss Amandla Stenberg has a beautiful voice, and it was good character development. I am disappointed they missed the fucking PERFECT opportunity to show a clip of Jared during the school shots god that would’ve been so good. But anyway, I really liked the addition

They gave us a few little kleinsen treats such as: Jared randomly telling Evan he put on 13 pounds of muscle and hooked up with some guy, and of course, Jared looking at a video of Evan and Zoe and being visibly upset literally in the middle of Only Us. Chefs kiss thank you

I did like the new ending of Evan actually trying to learn about Connor. Reading his favorite books, reaching out to old friends, finding the video. I felt like that showed how everything hit him and how he actually did care about what they were doing. I really liked that he sent the flash drives to Alana and Jared too.

Dislikes

Evan (and everyone else) isn’t responsible for anything. Other people have already talked about this but they removed everyone’s agency pretty much until the only people making bad decisions were people (like Alana) who didn’t *know* they were making them. Almost every single choice Evan makes in the stage version is taken from him. Cynthia literally just comes up with the idea of emails so Evan just has to agree. Alana comes up with the Connor Project and Evan says *no* at first before being pressured into it. Evan doesn’t even kiss Zoe or make the first (or any) move at all with her. There’s no mention of Cynthia and Larry making mistakes in regards to helping Connor except like one line before words fail. Plus, making Larry a step dad completely changes his role into like a hero for raising this difficult kid who “wasn’t his” or whatever. Jared is no longer the driving force behind Evan lying. He softly suggests that it would upset the Murphy’s to know the truth one time. He doesn’t freak Evan out and tell him he needs Jared’s help to pull it off. Everything is perfectly set up for Evan to just quietly nod along without doing anything himself. It undermines the message of the original show. It’s ABOUT people doing bad things. It’s about guilt and regret and GROWING from your mistakes. That can’t happen if no one is to blame.

Alana is very different. She’s quiet and you can sort of tell she has some stuff going on. Which is ???? The opposite of how she’s supposed to be. The whole point of her character was to show that even the loud, confident, outgoing, always good attitude girl feels alone and scared and sad. That doesn’t come across when her self doubt is prominent right away. It’s not as big of a shock when she gets her “I know what it’s like to feel invisible!” Moment. Maybe that’s why they didn’t even let her have it. She literally had to *whisper* her confrontation with Evan. Like they were so afraid to let her raise her voice they made her confront Evan for lying to her about this horrible thing in the library. Let her fucking yell!

Zoe and Evan’s getting together was so fucking weird. Without Evan kissing Zoe first, she doesn’t even know he likes her before launching into her love song for him. But more importantly, Only Us is not a “let’s start dating” song??? The lyrics are clearly about people who have been together. “What we’ve got going is good”??? What have you got going? A weird friendship where he’s trying to steal your parents???? It didn’t make sense. Also I don’t like how Zoe is the one to say “I wish we could’ve met now” at the end. I feel like it doesn’t make sense/feel right for her to say it.

Heidi. I’m sorry Julianne Moore but I can’t stand movie Heidi. She has zero emotion. The good for you fight was just SO boring and bland. She sounded vaguely annoyed. That scene is supposed to be SAD. Yeah she’s angry with Evan but she’s also SO heartbroken that he’s found this other family he loves so much. She’s hurt that he’s apparently been telling them how bad his home life is. She feels like she’s not doing enough for him and that makes her both sad and angry. In the stage version she’s on the verge of tears and she’s yelling and RBJ kills it. I got none of that from the movie. It was just a tense conversation. And because of that, Evan’s final “it’s not my fault other people can” had absolutely none of the punch it usually does. That’s a *gasp* moment in the show. It fell so flat. (I also didn’t like her version of so big/so small for similar reasons. She didn’t seem all that affected by Evan’s reveal :/)

And of course the biggest offense to me personally. Jared got fucked over so bad. They removed anything that gave him any development. Not just didn’t expand on it, fully removed it. He’s basically gone for the second act. He’s way less involved with the lying and the emails and TCP. And once the initial “I can do emails” plot is out of the way he’s just gone. He gets a few reaction shots looking at his phone and that’s it. And the worst part to me is the fact that they added those shots anyway. They put them in there to SHOW that Jared was upset. And then they just DIDNT RESOLVE IT HE DIDNT GET TO CONFRONT EVAN AT ALL. THEY DIDNT EVEN SPEAK IT JUST HARD CUTS TO “oh it’s graduation and we’re friends again”. It completely erases Jared’s entire character. He also feels alone and desperately wants to connect (specifically with Evan). We know that through the bits of him we see in the show ESPECIALLY during good for you. And they trashed all of that so he could be the funny side character.

Bonus dislike: they showed the scene of Evan falling so many fucking times and it was just so tasteless. Like… why was that necessary.

All in all I did enjoy it as a separate entity but comparing it to the stage version which I love so much, it was so, so disappointing for me. However I will be watching it 17 more times. Long live Nik Dodani Jared.

#this is so long and I’m sure all these points have been reiterated in other posts that probably explained them better but!#those are my thoughts!#if anyone wants to send me their opinions on the movie I would love 2 hear them #thank you for asking! I love yelling !#ask #anon #🦝

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2018shawn · 4 years

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Ruin the Friendship

OMG to the anon that requested this I am SO sorry it took me this long and it’s probably not up to expectation I've just been struggling to write djbsndfa HOWEVER, this was my interpretation of the song and I hope you enjoy. I did intend for it to be more sexy but it turned out more goof so soz about tht OH and I also wrote this with a OC I dunno why it just happened but there u go

Warnings: suggestions of smut, swearing, MY WRITING, alcohol consumption etc etc

Remy’s phone balanced against a stack of books, just enough so that she was in view of the front facing camera, not really giving too much attention to how she looked. Her screen was dominated by a mop of brown curls and just, and I mean - just - underneath them, she could make out the facial structure of her closest friend, neighbour and music mogul, known to the world as Shawn Mendes. To her, he was known as annoying neighbour that A) played guitar ridiculously late at night, especially in the room that backed onto her bedroom. B) never had milk and would knock at stupid o’clock in the morning to get some because he was fuelled by coffee and fancy tea’s and C) wasn’t there half the time, meaning she had 2 lots of post to check for every morning. He was in the midst of rambling and from what she could gather, he was throwing a party for absolutely no particular reason other than the weather was nice and doesn’t that make you wanna have a beer?

“No, Shawn. I don’t really drink beer, so I can’t say it does” She replied, rolling her eyes behind her quirky, but necessary, reading glasses as her fingers swiftly tapped away at her keyboard, trying to get down as many words as she could.

“Ok... vodka? gin?...” he started, and she gave me him a raised eyebrow kinda look as she finally turned her attention to him. “Tequilaaaaa?” He dragged out, putting on a face that the angels could have sculpted themselves.

“Jesus, no. Absolutely not.” The last time Shawn made her do a tequila shot, he demanded that she did it from his I want to run my tongue over stomach, to which she was absolutely mortified and knew that there was no chance in hell she could keep her cool, or stop her lips from going further south, if she was to lick or suck anywhere near that region. He finally let her settle for shotting it from the glass like a normal human being and that was the last she remembered of the night, “I’ll have water, I got a lot of work to do tomorrow”.

He plumped out his bottom lip at her response, but quickly raised a point. “So, that means you’re coming?” He was moving about in the screen, and she guessed he was just pacing around his apartment because he was the most restless person she’d ever met. She’d never known him to be home longer than 1 week at a time, so it was a rarity that he was currently on day 3 and quite possibly throwing a party out of boredom, not good will.

“Not necessarily... but, I might drop in” She replied, closing the lid down on her laptop with a sigh as her brain came to a halt with words, partly because of the Canadian boy the other side of her FaceTime call, “If I have to”.

He smiled and nodded, indicating that she did, in fact, have to. “You do! You’re always working, have a night off, Rems” She groaned at not only his nickname for her, but when she heard a knock at her door, assuming it would be her delivery. Pushing herself up from her sofa and slumping over to the door, she knew the angle on her screen wasn’t the prettiest, like when you accidentally open front camera and get the shock of your life, but he’d seen her in much worse states than this.

“I just... don’t know anyone” She said, swinging the door open, her eyes looking back at the screen to gauge Shawn’s reaction. To her dismay, just because of the pleasure of getting to see his face, he’d paused the FaceTime, assumingly scrolling away on other apps where faces were much more interesting that what she thought hers was.

“You know me” His voice snapped her out or her gaze, not just from her phone, but from the tall figure stood in her doorway. It wasn’t obscure that he was stood at her door, it was just obscure that he was on FaceTime at the same time. “What you gonna wear?”

He pushed past her, walking himself into the apartment which he knew all too well, not just because his was symmetrical, but because he’d been round here more times than he'd had hot dinners. It wasn’t all good reasoning - he’d turned up numerous times looking like he was on the verge of tears, which sometimes he burst into as soon as she shut the door behind him, he’d turned up fucked out of his face, because he couldn’t work his own key in the door and demanded he stay on her couch because his apartment felt lonely, hell, he’d even turned up heartbroken because the same damned girl kept screwing him over and he couldn't quite establish his self worth.

It killed her, for him not to see how incredibly special he was. She’d always had a small crush on him, sure. But Remy just learnt to deal with it because, sure, dating her was definitely not on the top of his to do list.

She was left stood, her hand still clasped around the door as he waltzed into her bedroom, muttering nothing in particular other than how she looked good in that red, flowery thing and she should definitely wear that. “Fucking dumbass” She muttered to herself, sighing as she finally closed the door, letting it shut with a loud click before following the - did I mention? - annoying neighbour that apparently would not take no for an answer.

“Turn off your FaceTime, I can hear you, fucking dumbass”

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She sipped, through her straw, at was definitely not water and she knew she shouldn’t have trusted him when he asked what she wanted to drink. She convinced herself it would be rude not to drink it - and maybe a couple more, now she had the taste for it. Her friend, Lily, was the one that put the icing on the cake, turning up at her house - what was with people just randomly turning up? - all dolled up ready for the night. She knew her friend only wanted to go because Connor had more than likely been in touch, after several previous one night stands/‘meetings’ and Lily was not the kind of girl that passed up the opportunity to get laid - even though she had Connor wrapped around her little finger.

Lily had left her to go pee, but Remy knew she most definitely would get lost (in Connor’s lap) on the way back, which left her with no choice but to fend for herself. She’d seen Shawn on arrival, but knew he was making a round of doing the pleasantries and she couldn't be stuck to his hip all night, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be. As if he’d sensed her needs, her annoying neighbour came prancing over with the grin of a Cheshire Cat and, of course, a red cup contained in one hand.

He looked good - really fucking good - she thought to herself as she watched him, buttons undone one extra than the normal person, showing the chest hair he always claimed to be manly. His trousers were tight around his peachy rear, which is somewhere she’d always wanted to get her hands onto but, funnily enough, never found the right moment to do that as a friend and neighbour. Like hey, I brought your post up... by the way let me touch your butt or hey, I saw you’re back in town, can I come round... and touch your butt.

Sure he looked good, but his body; his body even looked good. It looked healthy. Happy. Refreshed. Which is something it often wasn’t and she would preach to him numerous times about how you only get one and you need to look after it. Turns out he may have actually listened to her for once and taken her advice.

Remy had thought numerous times about going there with Shawn - there being her underneath him, but she also knew he could get any girl he wanted with the click of his fingers, because that’s just the kind of guy he was. She, was unaware that he thought she’d never want him - he knew she loved home comforts and stability and someone to be there. He completely wasn’t the right guy to be able to offer that, and sure, bedding her had crossed his mind because he wasn’t completely oblivious to all the little gazes he’d caught her in as he walked around his - or her - apartment in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein’s. But he couldn’t bare to do it to her - fuck her and leave - no matter how many times she bit her perfectly plump lip when he was chatting away to her about the dumb TV show they’d started watching.

“How’s your water?” He smirked, his eyes looking a little drunk as he mirrored her posture, leaning back against the kitchen counter with arms crossed, only he stood much taller. He turned to face her, eyes clicking with hers and giving her the same puppy dog eyes he always did.

“Great, actually, thank you” she smiled, being the one to break the eye contact before taking another large sip of her drink. His view didn’t alter as he kept eyes on her, beyond her knowledge, to take in every inch of what he thought to be perfect features. Shawn had travelled all around the world, but never met anyone that quite compared to Remy. He had never met anyone who was so determined to succeed, even through having as many set backs as her. He had never met anyone who could give so much love, despite being the one needing love herself. And what he thought about the most, was that he’d never met anyone who had a body like hers - one that could make him feel like jelly. “They’re really into each other aren’t they?”

She interrupted his train of admiring thoughts, making him stutter and blush when she turned back to face him, catching him staring at her plump lips. She nodded her head towards Lily and Connor, who were talking to other people but might as well have been auditioning for a role in love actually, because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. “Yeah, I actually didn’t know it was possible for him to have feelings” he laughed and she nodded, rolling her eyes and capturing her bottom lip in between her teeth. He lulled at the material of his unbuttoned shirt in an attempt to get some ventilation. He felt hot, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

“Well, I stupidly offered her a place to crash so I guess that means he’ll be joining too” She took the straw that was swivelling around in her drink, frustrated as she tried to catch it in her mouth every time she wanted a sip, and threw it behind her onto the counter. With one large gulp, the rest of her drink was gone and they both knew she was starting to get the confidence she so dearly deserved.

“I have a spare bed, if you know...” he started, not entirely sure where he was going with the whole invitation, “get bored of the noise”

ouch. friend zoned. She thought to herself, although grateful for the offer.

“I’m gonna whoop your ass at twister,” was the only thing she could reply, swiftly changing subject and nudging her head towards the surprisingly - so far - relatively PG game of twister happening in his lounge.

ouch. rejected. He though to himself, although slightly embarrassed at his childlike offer.

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Remy balanced on the balcony railing, her hair pushed to one side of her neck, exposing her shoulder and collar bone, just a measly spaghetti strap covering any skin there. She came outside for one of two reason. One being the fact she felt herself getting drunk, which is something she intended not to do. Two being that Shawn looked more hot the drunker she got and that was not the kind of things that she wanted filling her mind whilst she had the new found tipsy confidence.

“Hey, there you are” Shawn slid the balcony door closed behind him, placing his beer bottle on the little table, surrounded by two chairs, that covered almost half of the tiny balcony. “I thought you’d back door boogied.”

She snorted out a laugh, shaking her head at his ridiculous methodology. “No, but that would be the way to go, because you’d no doubt nag me to stay, if I told you I was leaving.”

He leant his back against the railing, turning his head to the right to get full view of her, as she admired the busy Toronto city. “Can you blame me?” She pursed her lips, trying to keep her eyes on the bright city lights. “What would I have to do, out of interest?”

She finally turned to look at him, his signature smile covering his features and that was more than enough to ever make her stay. “Hmm... maybe play me my favourite song.” He simply nodded, taking mental note.

They stayed silent for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of busy streets and the music inside filing the void. They awkwardly clicked eye contact a couple of times, her cheeks blushing a deep shade of red each time which he found incredibly cute, but also somehow sexy. “You should get back, it’s your party you loser.”

“I like your company,” he smiled genuinely, playfully nudging her shoulder with his own. He wanted nothing more, in this moment, than to grab her, hold her close and admire the beauty of the city with her. Admire her beauty.

She shoved her empty red cup in his hand, suddenly feeling thirsty, although she was sure it wasn’t the type of thirst that could be satisfied with another drink. But, another drink would have to make do. “Go fill up my dink, and I shall grace you with my presence shortly.”

He wasn’t sure where the assertiveness came from, but he thought it almost turned him on. “One Tequlia, coming right up”

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The dull party music was nothing but a background noise now everyone had vacated, leaving Remy, Shawn, Lily and Connor as the last men standing. Shawn couldn’t help but jibe at Remy for being one of the final few, making it through the entire party and finishing with a rare buzz from the alcohol. “Me and Con are gonna get going, if that’s okay?” Lily spoke, filling the last space in the dishwasher with any glass she could.

“Sure, thanks for your help, guys” Shawn said, balancing a stack of red plastic cups in his right hand that slightly resembled the leaning tower of Pisa, shaking Connor’s hand with his left.

“Okay well, here’s my key, I'll help Shawn finish up and I'll be back” Remy confirmed, walking over to her bag and retrieving her key from inside, handing it over to the eager blonde. She began speaking in a much quieter tone, even though Shawn and Connor were engaging in their own conversation and would absolutely have no interest in there's, “I might stay in Shawn’s spare room, give you guys... space” you laughed. Lily was more than thankful to have a best friend like you.

“Girl, stay in his damn bed” She replied, earning a roll of the eyes from Remy at the typical Lily answer.

“I wouldn’t mind if she did” Shawn spoke, Remy suddenly freezing and heart beating faster than she ever knew it could. The remark was pushed aside as everyone bid their final farewells, leaving Shawn and Remy alone in his apartment with nothing but a huge mess and Spotify playlist playing in the background. “You look really pretty tonight”, he added, as she finished rounding up the last few beer bottles and throwing them in his bottle bin.

“I... uh... thanks. You too” She smiled, almost instantly mentally slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. Pretty? You look pretty too? She thought to herself. “I mean, you look good. Not pretty, but good”

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” He gasped, his hand pressing against his chest as he acted shocked. He leant his back against the wall, his legs straining against the fabric of his jeans, with one leg bent and supported against the structure. She couldn’t help but think about climbing on top of his thick limbs, straddling him and pinning him down. She replied a small oh har-har and he stood up, walking over to her, despite her pretending to be busy with the same bottles she’d been moving around for the past 5 minutes. “Because I think you're very, very pretty. Beautiful, actually” She felt his breath against the back of her hair, just above her ear as she remained facing the countertop. She was sure that she’d never felt a flush of heat like the one she was experiencing. His long arms captured her in his personal space, the scent of her sweet perfume filling the little space between them.

Shawn noticed how she’d stopped moving and he wasn't sure if he was pushing the boundaries too much. He would, of course, stop if she was to show him any signs of feeling uncomfortable, but the way her body finally relaxed against his told him the opposite. His fingers nervously danced over her waist, and he failed to notice the trail of goose pimples that covered her bare arms. It felt like a lifetime, waiting for her to react or say something.

Both their hearts, unbeknown to each other, were almost beating out of their chests. “Shawn...” Was all she could mumble, managing somehow to turn around, in the tiny amount of space she had, to face him. Well, to face his chest. His hands remained on her waist, his mind subconsciously telling him to hold on because she could try and run at any given moment. She looked up at him, through fluttering lashes, trying to work out what he was thinking, but failing miserably.

“Do you want me to move away?” He asked, noticing how their bodies were closer than they ever had been. Truth be told, she didn’t know, but something in her possessed her to shake her head, much to Shawn’s relief. So he sighed happily, reaching up his hand and brushing some stray hairs away from her face, his hand lingering there once he’d done. She reached up and covered his larger hand with hers, looking into his eyes with what he could only describe as love. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, giving him the signal he’d been waiting for.

Dipping his neck down, their lips collided with messy passion as his hand grasped the back of her neck, her hand finally parting from his to tug at the material of his shirt. She groaned at his neediness, moving into him, her chest pressing against his front. Neither of them thought about coming up for air, only needing each other to survive in this very moment.

Remy was the first one to detach, her cheeks covering deep red blush, yet again. “We... shouldn't.” She stated, her hands still balling up the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but fuck, Rems.” He breathed heavily, stroking his thumb over her flushed cheeks. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to.” It shocked her that he sounded like he meant it, because there wasn’t many men out there who were as honest as he. All she could find herself doing was taking in whatever words he spoke, her mind on over drive and then some. “And not like, just tonight. I’ve wanted you every day, in every city, every album, every single. And what’s more ironic is that your favourite song you said you’d like me to play for you... is about you and...”

She stopped him with another kiss, her tip toes aiding her in reaching up to his taller height. She knew the confidence had come from the uncountable amount of vodka-lemonades she’d practically inhaled, but her actions were sincere. Shawn approved of both the confidence and the actions. She spoke into his mouth as they loved on each other, “This... could...” He flicked his tongue against hers, her words being replaced with a string of moans. His hands pulled at the hair on the back of her head, pulling her neck upwards as their lips disconnected, giving him more access to the skin on her neck. His lips trailed wet kisses down, nipping at the delicate skin. “Ruin our friendship,” she finally finished and although her words were spoken genuine concern, the only thing she was physically concerned about was getting enough of a handful of his hair to toy with.

Her breathing was deep as Shawn pulled away, face still hovering close to hers. “I mean it though, Remy. I’m all in, if you are” She knew it was a big risk, ruining her friendship; her anxiety wouldn’t let her stay living next to Shawn if anything was to go wrong, meaning she’d have to go through the pain of packing up and moving apartments, to another country, in another world, because, being without Shawn was what it felt like to be alone.

If the friendship was ruined, it was already ruined because normal friends don’t casually do this in their kitchens. If she had chance to feel his love, she deserved to, as did he. Her mind raced with thoughts of these, a small laugh escaping her lips at how she’d found herself in this completely ridiculous situation, as she spoke words she never thought she'd be saying to the pretty Canadian boy staring into her soul, “Pick me the fuck up.”

#Shawn mendes #Shawn mendes imagine #Shawn Mendes fic #Shawn mendes blurb #Shawn mendes oneshot #Shawn mendes smut

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seaweed8rain · 3 years

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Which One of These Three Time-Traveling Films is the Best?

Written by Rayhan Abrar Rizkan

Writing this comparing and contrast piece has been a challenge for me, the biggest challenge is to pick what topics do I really want to discuss. The runner ups are : Star Wars, the Ocean’s franchise, and even down to which is the best girl in Chainsaw Man. Other references aside, this one is my pick, due to my fascination towards Time-Traveling films. For this piece, I narrowed down the nominations into these three : TENET, Avengers: Endgame, and Terminator 2: Judgment Day.

I picked TENET because of my personal bias. I picked Avengers: Endgame because you all have probably seen it. And I picked the second Terminator movie because it is one of the most quintessential, monumental, and an absolute classic to set the pop culture we know today. I could have picked Back to the Future, but I can’t, or won’t, pick one. Let us begin with the first point of comparison : The Story.

The most important thing to a film is the script, the writing that you sell to the studio or anyone you want to work with. It goes without saying, it has to be good. A Movie has to tell a story, to follow a character, and/or to set a specific goal in mind. It is the easiest and the first thing people say when they are describing a movie, for example, “It’s the one where they have to carry a ring to the volcano.”, “There’s wizards, magic, and they have to defeat a snub-nosed villain.”, “So there’s this guy, and he got bit by a radioactive spider....”. Case in point, you can probably guess those movies just by the plot or the premise, that is set by the script, that is how powerful a story could be if written properly.

TENET has a simple story. Calling it complicated is an understatement, but if you finally opened your third eye somehow while watching this movie, it is simple. TENET is a lot of movies stacked into one, it is a spy movie, a heist movie, a sci-fi, and action. TENET follows the Protagonist (That is how you know this movie is beyond awesome, they do not even bother naming the lead) to find pieces of an advanced weapon algorithm with secret battles coming from the past and the future to stop World War III from the hand of the main villain, Sator. See my point here? It is simple..... but I did leave out the whole time-bending plot to see it all in one straight line. . But when you see all things unveil, especially during the second watch seeing that it is how Nolan makes his movies, you can truly appreciate TENET for what it is, cinema.

Avengers: Endgame, you already know the story. After their massive defeat in Infinity War, the original members with the help of few others tries to undo what Thanos did and return those who are lost. This movie is plain and vanilla yet the perfect closing for this symphony of Marvel’s ensemble cast in comic book movies, you do not have to follow all 21 MCU movies to watch the adventures that they went through to understand the main story, but they will reward you if you do, as there are tons of fan service and easter eggs to get excited for.

For Terminator 2, maybe I should explain on why I chose this instead of the original, and it ties in to the story. In the first Terminator movie, Skynet, to put it simply is a future-evil-internet-robot-brain programmed to eradicate humanity and enslave those who survived in the purge. Skynet sent a robot assassin with the face of Arnold Schwarzenegger to kill Sarah Connor from giving birth to John Connor, the future leader of the resistance that will defeat Skynet. So the John Connor in the future sent Kyle Reese, one of the member of the resistance to protect his mother Sarah from the Terminator Model 101. Kyle eventually stopped the Terminator and somehow fathered John Connor in the process. To recap the first movie, John sent his own father to protect his mom from the past. Now, the second movie is where they did a twist. Instead of just having another advanced Terminator to the past sent by another version of Skynet, the resistance also sent another reprogrammed Terminator to protect the target that is (kid) John Connor. If this is done now, the twist is completely overdone and seen as nothing but a gimmick. But for a movie in the 90’s? this is revolutionary. Its like having Jason Krueger as your ally in the sequel, but replace that with an Arnold Schwarzenegger looking killer robot despite the lack of his trademark of making unintelligible noises. Because of the same face, the Terminator has to convince Sarah that he is not the Terminator she once knew in the first movie, but a reprogrammed one set to protect them, this interaction of not trusting one another and always be on guard sets up the movie very well. The flick is a staple of action movie back in the day, having two indestructible killing machines squaring up against one another, how can anyone top that at that era?

Now that we are all caught up with the story, it is time to discuss the soul of these movies have in common, the Time-traveling aspect, the main plot device, the cause or the breaker of movie retcons. In this short list, Terminator has to be the simplest in terms of the mechanics of the time-travel story. The time machine is one time use only, as it can only be used in the future where such things exist. So once you go back in time, the only way to go back to the future is to wait, just like everyone else. And what you did in the past will instantly affect the future accordingly. The time machine in Terminator movies has to be the one with the weirdest mechanic, where you can only send things with living tissues and no other, now that the fact is laid out on you then yes, everyone who went back in time has to be naked. So they have to find new clothing when they arrived. At least that is their explanation on why the Terminator has to be wrapped up in synthetic human skin, not to show off Arnold’s five hours a day of intensive muscle toning in six months with the help of a big pile chicken breast and a year supply of protein shake, not at all.

Avengers: Endgame has the most flexible machine out of all, where you can set the time and place of where you want to be, as long as you have enough supply of Pym particles to go subatomic and travel a safe passage through the fabric of time. But with multiple journeys with different groups you will run a risk of creating an alternate timeline, but they simply nullify such possibility with having Hulk said that they will go back in time after the final battle is done, and return the things they took in the past back to its place and time so nothing will inherently change. The time traveling part of the movie is the charm of Endgame, where we get to re-visit the characters, places, and events we have seen in the previous films in a different perspective that is canon to the universe.

Now, this is where it all gets tricky to explain, because the time-traveling of TENET is not the same as any other movies I have seen. Calling it a time-traveling is not even entirely accurate, but the mechanic of how it works calls for more of a “Time-inversion”. The time machine in this film is very rustic, where you go into this big turning door that leads to the other side of the room, but once you are “inverted”, you move forward in time, but the world around you goes backwards. You cannot choose which time you want to go to, if you want to go back in time for 10 minutes, you have to wait it out while being inverted for 10 minutes, that is why the palindrome suits with the whole movie. This makes amazing visuals when combined with action sequences, imagine reverse car chases, bullets were caught to the gun instead of being shot out of, punches were pulled instead of thrown. In other words, if you see a sequence of two people with one of them inverted, they can both win or lose at the end depending on which point-of-view you choose.

The time inversion in TENET is not only treated as a plot device, but also the philosophy that is abided by the movie, as there is only one timeline that exist in the movie. This is made clear in the story that no matter what you do, you cannot change the outcome of the future, as the present is set with the human’s free will, and even though they are randomly generated, it happened anyway. “What’s happened, happened” said Neil, one of the main characters in the movie explaining how time inversion works to the Protagonist. It is not a battle to change the outcome, but to gain a perspective for what’s to come. Whatever happens, happened and will happen all at the same time. With the limited mechanic of time-inversion that TENET has (or had, or will have, this is confusing even to me now), it is amazing what it can achieve in terms of storytelling, how the story we see in front of us is one enormous temporal pincer collision of the past, future, and present in one sitting (or collide, collided, will collide, I do not know what is happening). From my standpoint, clearly I prefer TENET above all else, but do let me know what’s your pick out of these three! Better yet, what is your favourite time-traveling film?

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euphoria-svt · 5 years

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You’re 10/10

In honour of yesterday being 10/10, I thought of this and I hope you enjoy this little fluff!

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You opened your eyes tiredly as the sunlight, peeking through the curtain, hits you. You roll around sleepily, wanting to cuddle into your boyfriend because your body was against getting out of bed in that moment.

You expected to find him behind you, still fast asleep in his side of the bed, but when you were met with an empty spot instead; you frowned. You touched the sheets where he laid and it felt cold, which meant Connor has been awake and out of bed for quite some time; not wanting to disturb you after the amount of studying you were doing last night.

You reached for your phone on the side table to check for the time and any messages your friends may have sent to you. When the device was close enough to your face, it’s only then you realize that there was a sticky note stuck to the phone screen.

1/10 - hi baby! You looked so peaceful sleeping so I didn’t want to disturb you :( I’ve got practice till 1pm then I’m heading to Shawn’s for a study session (and no, we’re not gonna play FIFA…) I know you’re heading to the library with Sam so I’ll see you later okay? Have an amazing day! I love you tons, sweets xx

You snickered at how his handwriting decreased in font size with each word, trying to fit the entire paragraph on the pink sticky note. You smiled to yourself, taking the note off from your phone and pasting it on the table instead.

Connor loved doing little things like these that would make your day. You loved it when he randomly writes stuff on sticky notes and pasting them on objects/at places where you would usually see them, regardless of what he writes on them. He could probably write something boring that his professor said during a lecture and it would still make you smile.

After fifteen minutes of going through your phone in bed, you thought it was finally time to get yourself ready for the day so you could meet Sam in the library on time. Once you got out of bed and did some light stretching, you headed for the bathroom and that’s when you noticed another pink note stuck on the white door.

2/10 - don’t shower too long!! Or you’ll be late for your study session :p xx

You rolled your eyes at his comment. So, you like to take long showers sometimes and Connor loved teasing you about it. After taking a quick shower, you headed for your shared closet so you could choose a comfy attire to put on for your long day in the library.

On the inner door of the closet, you noticed there were two sticky notes with his messy handwriting that you adored.

3/10 - since you’re going to the library, I figured you wanted to wear something comfy. Picked out your favourite grey hoodie (that belongs to me but apparently isn’t mine anymore? Logical, I guess) and a pair of black leggings for you and it’s folded in the middle compartment :) xx

3/10 (continued) - I can’t see you right now but I bet you look suuuuuper cozy in that hoodie and I just want to cuddle with my very soft girlfriend. Tonight please? Circle your answer below and stick it on my table ❤️ xx

Yes No (If you circle this, you’re on the couch tonight ma’am. I refuse to share the bed if I’m not getting cuddles. Nope)

You blushed to yourself as you read the notes. Connor knew you like the back of his head; it was like he read your mind because what he picked out for you was exactly what you were thinking of wearing ever since you were in the shower.

After changing into your clothes, you took the stickynote, walked over to your desk for a pen, circled ‘yes’ and stuck it on Connor’s side table then made the bed, just because you love coming home to a neat room.

You had no idea why Connor was suddenly bringing up the random note pasting again out of nowhere but you weren’t going to go against it.

You grabbed your belongings and headed out to the kitchen. On the door that separated the kitchen from the living room, to no one’s surprise; was another note.

4/10 - I know you’re heading to the kitchen to make coffee but please eat something!! Or I’ll kick your butt!! (Okay fine, I won’t. Your butt is too cute to be kicked)

But seriously baby, have something to eat. You’re gonna need the energy for your study session xx

And something hits you. Each note was numbered, which was unusual for him to do and it started to make you wonder; was there something about today that you completely missed?

Connor’s birthday? Nope, that was months ago.

Your birthday? Nope, that was over as well.

Anniversary? Not for another month.

As you stood over the counter, having cereal for breakfast and a glass of water, you shot him a quick text.

iMessage to Baby Con: what’s with all the sticky notes? xx

iMessage from Baby Con: no reason! Felt like showering you with a bit more love todayyyy xxx

And you let it slide. If Connor wants to be a little sweeter today, who were you to tell him to stop?

You went to drop the empty bowl in the sink and opened up one of the cabinets to retrieve your flask so you could fill it with hot coffee. On your flask was another note.

5/10 - You know how the ‘I love you 3000’ became a thing after Endgame? Can we make our own one so it’s more special?

I love you 3011 honey!!

p.s if you don’t get this… I’m seriously gonna pack up and leave you xx

3011; 30th November aka your anniversary.

Connor must be an idiot if he thought you could ever forget that date.

You were finally prepared to leave the apartment and head to the library when you caught a glance of another pink note stuck on the wall right above the shoe rack.

6/10 - Don’t forget to take this umbrella with you, honey! I checked the weather forecast and it’s gonna rain, which sucks. Love you and stay safe! xx

Yeah, he is really the most thoughtful and sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

When you finally met up with Sam in the library, you took out all your books from your bag. You smiled to yourself when you saw another note stuck on one of your binders.

7/10 - Study hard, baby!! But not too hard, please. I don’t want you to overstress yourself. That’s not good for my baby :( Love you, sweets and I’ll see you in a few hours xx

Sam notices you smiling to yourself, looking over the note on your binder. She smirked, reaching across the table and taking the binder out of your hand “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

You looked up to face her, shaking your head with a smile “Connor’s just being Connor”

“Aww” She cooed, reading over the note “Brashier’s really whipped for you, babe”

You blushed “Yeah, I guess so”

3 hours into discussing over theories and re-reading case studies, you were starting to feel hungry, but you being you, always had the habit of skipping meals when you were in the middle of a study session.

And Connor knew that fact about you so well.

So, when you flipped to the last page of the article you were reading, there sat another note.

8/10 – Congrats on finishing this article! Now, stop studying and go get lunch, baby! You deserve to take a break ❤️

p.s don’t even think about lying to me. I’ll personally ask Sam if you actually ate something xx

“Hey Sam?” You called out to your friend “Wanna go grab lunch now? We’ve been at this for quite some time”

“Oh, thank God” She sighed in relief, shutting her books “I’ve been waiting for you to say that! I’m starving right now”

It was nearly 7pm when you realized how late it was getting. Your brain was burned out and you could see Sam was getting exhausted as well, seeing how you’ve been at the library for about 8 hours now.

You decided it was time to call it a day and went ahead packing all your stuff. After bidding goodbye to her at the library entrance, you headed towards the direction of home.

Pushing the front door to your shared apartment open, you made sure to lock it after letting yourself in. You took off your shoes and picked them up to place it on the rack when you noticed a new note stuck on the wall.

9/10 - are you today’s date? xx

You re-read the question, getting more confused by it. Was your brain too tired to even function or did that question made zero sense at all?

“Connor?” You called out to him as you walked deeper into the apartment “You home, love?”

“Yeah! ‘M in the kitchen, babe!” You heard him respond back to you.

You dropped your bag and headed for the kitchen, where you found him and a bouquet of roses and a box of pizza to share for the night on the counter “Hi bubs” You said, stunned by the flowers.

You definitely weren’t expecting flowers to be present for a regular dinner night.

“Hi baby” He greeted you with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to your lips “How was your day at the library?”

“Long” You noted then your eyes trailed over to the bouquet behind him, skeptically asking him “What’s with the flowers, Con? Is there a special occasion that I missed?”

Connor smirked in reply, shaking his head “No occasion. Just your answer to the 9th sticky note”

“You mean the ‘are you today’s date?’ question?” You asked confusingly “What does that have to do with getting me flowers, honey?”

“Take a closer look at the flowers and you’ll find out, baby”

Still stunned, you walked towards the island and admired the rosses. You see a card sticking out from the bouquet and as you unfolded it, you felt like your heart could burst at what was written inside.

Because you’re definitely 10/10, sweets! And I love you always xx

p.s I really hope you understand this or my brilliant idea has just gone to waste

It finally hits you; are you today’s date? Because you’re 10/10.

10th October; today’s date.

Connor walks over to you, places his hand on your waist as he pressed a kiss to your head “Do you get it now?” He asked, grinning widely.

You look up at him and he sees the laugh that’s trying to escape from your lips “Are you trying to tell me you did all this so you could tell me I’m 10/10, Connor D. Brashier?”

“I thought of this last year and had to wait a whole year to do it so, yes” He said proudly “Because you really are a 10/10, babe”

You cooed, wrapping your arms around him “This is the cheesiest shit you’ve ever done but it’s all so very cute. I love you so much and thank you for entertaining me with your little notes today, bubs”

“’M only cheesy when it comes to you, sweets” He told you, pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder “Because you’re the only one I love”

“You’re the absolute ray of sunshine in my life, bubs” You sighed happily “And hey, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a 10/10 to me”

He looks at you amusedly with his eyebrows furrowed “Is that supposed to make me feel good?”

“Yeah because you’re way more than a 10 to me, bubs. And I thank all the stars in the sky that I’m lucky enough to have you as my boyfriend”

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ohnomybreadsticks · 4 years

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@minasnorma is such a wonderful friend, I’ve been wanting to write him another piece for his favorite ship for a while now. A convo recently sparked this wild plot idea, so I finally wrote it!! I’ll help you paddle this tiny little raft of a ship any day Minas <3

Rated T, ~1.3K, Kamski/Connor60 (Clyde)

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‘For a good time, call 313-XXX-XXXX’

Clyde had been staring at the scrawled message for a good five minutes now. He knew that much longer and his brothers would start pounding on the bathroom door, making sure that he wasn’t actually dying in some gas station bathroom. He had really only come in here to take a breather from Connor’s overbearing roadtrip management, but as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, his eye caught on this particular piece of graffiti. It looked recently, and way too carefully written to fit in with the strange grimy bathroom. Clyde looked down at his phone, where he had already typed the number in, and swallowed hard.

It probably wasn’t what his brothers had in mind when they said he needed to find ‘better friends’ than the ones that kept taking him out on wild vacations that always involved some sort of death-defying stunts. And if Clyde was being honest with himself, he was also a little tired of all the adrenaline rush activities. Sure, they took his mind off of stuff, but they also regularly resulted in injuries. It would be nice if he could just go try out that new coffee shop down the road, the one with the little bakery attached to it. That was a good time, right? It wasn’t like he was brave enough to do it by himself.

Taking a steadying breath, he pressed the Call button and put the phone to his ear. It rang, and rang, and...went to voicemail. A voicemail that hadn’t even been set up yet, so the electronic voice reminded him to leave a message before setting off that high pitched tone to encourage him to start talking. Clyde was almost relieved that there wasn’t someone on the other end as he tried not to stumble over his own words. He managed to leave a message and end the call before the thundering sound of Connor at the bathroom door almost made him drop his phone in the toilet. It was time to get back on the road, and hope Clyde hadn’t just called a serial killer or something.

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“Hey, so I found your number here and it said call for a good time, so uh, I’m calling I guess. My brothers say I should find someone I can just go out with without endangering my life, so I guess you could say I’m on the market for a good time. There’s a new coffee shop in town that I’ve been meaning to try, but I’m open to anything really. Except not cliff diving. Never again. Call me I guess? My name’s Clyde. Shit, sorry, guess I shoulda started with that. Bye.”

Elijah had listened to the voicemail at least three times now, and the fourth time hadn’t much helped the strange swirl of thoughts in his head. The first thing he had done after getting this strange call was - obviously - go beat up his terrible brother. Who else would have left his number in a fucking gas station? Gavin was always going on and on about how he needed to get laid, which was pretty much the lowest thing on Elijah’s list of life goals. Maybe not even important enough to be included at all! And after a few good minutes of wrestling him into submission, Gavin had admitted to the crime, although he still refused to apologize. He had promised to go take the graffitti down though, which was a start.

The second thing Elijah had done was to re-listen to the voicemail and try to figure out why he hadn’t just deleted it outright after the first time. It wasn’t like he was actually going to call this Clyde guy back. No matter how nice his voice sounded, there was no way Elijah could trust someone who just randomly called numbers they found in bathrooms and asked to go out on cute dates. Okay. Maybe going to a coffee shop sounded pretty nice, and maybe Clyde’s voice was soothing to listen to, but Elijah wasn’t that desperate.

He lasted two more days before he broke down and texted Clyde back, introducing himself and asking if he was serious about that coffee shop thing. Elijah wondered if they were both just as surprised that the text conversation seemed to flow so easily between them, a camaraderie of sorts immediately established. By the time the promised meetup rolled around, Elijah was almost more excited than he was nervous, and that was saying something. People didn’t usually excite him, at least not any more. He made sure to take all the necessary precautions before meeting a total stranger, letting Gavin know where he was going to be despite having to endure a slew of terrible ‘encouraging’ comments as a result.

Stepping into the coffee shop, Elijah had a brief moment of panic - he didn’t even know what Clyde looked like, although his text message said he was wearing a vest and sitting in a corner table…But as soon as he caught sight of him, Elijah felt a swell of calm rush through his body.

Clyde was perfect.

He was sitting at a corner table, as promised, and he had already ordered both of them drinks. Nervous fingers twisted around his mug, then reached up to push a strand of dark blue hair back behind his ear. Elijah had always thought long hair was gorgeous on guys, and he could only think dimly that Clyde absolutely proved that obsession right. When Elijah came over to the table and greeted him, the shy smile that bloomed across his lips was enough to have Elijah’s heart stuttering in a way he’d never felt before.

“It’s nice to finally see the face that goes with such a brave voice.” Elijah admitted with a chuckle, picking up the mug in front of him and finding to his delight that it was filled with a peppermint mocha. Clyde had good taste. “Oh god, I’m glad you thought it was brave and not psychotic.” Clyde said, letting out a relieved sigh, “I still almost can’t believe I did it.” Elijah smiled at him across his mug, considering for a moment before he said “And I can’t believe I’m actually glad my dumbass brother wrote my number on a bathroom wall.”

After that, the conversation seemed to flow without either of them really trying. They both had terrible brothers who drove them crazy and who had half pushed them into this whole endeavor. They both loved said brothers more than anything even if they’d never tell them. And they both had a bit of a fear of going and doing things alone. Too many people, Elijah had said, at the same time Clyde said too lonely in such a crowd. Matching grins spread across their faces as they realized that just maybe, this was the start of something very lovely.

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“Wait, so you spent all evening together and you didn’t even fuckin KISS?!”

“Hush, Gavin.” Elijah soothed, shrugging off his jacket and shutting the door behind him, “We’re not all obsessed with getting off like you are.”

When Gavin shot him an incredulous look, Elijah let a smug smirk spread across his face. “I’ll tell you what we did do, though, which was so much more satisfying than kissing.” He purred, leaning in close to whisper in his brother’s ear -

“We held hands across the table.”

The annoyed screeching from Gavin was satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as holding Clyde’s hand had been. Elijah very much looked forward to holding that wonderful hand again soon.

#dbh #detroit become human #kam60 #dbh gavin #dbh kamski #dbh connor 60 #elijah kamski #connor rk800-60 #gavin reed #Gavin and Eli are bros #bready's fic

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jui-imouto-chan · 5 years

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NSFW of Master Conan dicking down Connor who has been asking for it all. day. long. And Connor has been doing it on purpose cause he loves loves loves rough sex with Conan 😏

I love combining asks (when I actually do them hAH—)!

NSFW warning, for obvious reasons!

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“Did you think it’d be fun,” Conan growls, biting Connor’s ear, earning a soft whine, “testing my patience?”

Connor smiles smugly, rolling his ass back against Conan’s hard bulge, Conan bucking forward and then seizing his hips. The shorter squirms in his grip, wanting more stimulation than Conan would give him, but the steel-eyed man is unrelenting.

Connor had sent him pictures while he was at work, even leaving a voicemail for him that had his pants tightening and ears ringing once it finished. Conan couldn’t even check the texts from Connor after that, simply for his own pride and professionalism, but he knows they’d be equally as needy and desperate.

He’d never ridden his motorcycle at such speeds past chasing suspects before, especially not on his way home.

“Connor.”

“Yes, Master?” Connor feels a little giddy at the tone, thrills and chills surging down his spine, sensors turned up.

Conan’s nails dip into Connor’s skin, to the android’s delight. “This behavior calls for punishment, wouldn’t you say?”

Biting his lip, Connor nods eagerly and doesn’t bother to suppress a moan as Conan repositions them, Connor’s head pressed into the sheets with Conan’s shirt being pulled off of him, leaving him exposed.

His strawberry-pink hole twitches in anticipation, shiny with lubricant that dribbles lazily down his thigh. The liquid picks up its pace with a new gush spilling out of him. Conan curses softly and takes off his belt, tossing it onto the bed, near enough for both him or Connor to grab.

Conan’s hand is gently ghosting over his asscheek before it disappears. Connor makes to turn his head and whine for it to return, but before he even makes a noise, it comes back, forcefully, the contact harsh and sudden and sending Connor’s body rocking forward with his sound catching in his throat.

“Master!” Connor chokes out, fingers clawing into the sheets and ass sitting high in the air, burying his face into fabrics. He feels the belt nearby and brings it to his mouth to bite down on.

“Keep quiet, fucking slut.”

The smaller brunet whimpers, body jolting forward with the next few slaps, his skin heating up where the contact occurs. It hurts, but damn if the pain doesn’t feel amazing, and he’s wiggling his bottom about to get himself some more hits.

Conan chuckles lowly, caressing the warming skin with the tips of his fingers. He gives the globe a light tap, then follows it with a hard one, Connor’s ass rippling satisfyingly, his tiny cock dripping profusely onto the sheets, precum mixing with lube and making a puddle between Connor’s knees.

“Learning your lesson?” he asks, layering on a few smacks before pausing and leaning down to brush his teeth over the abused flesh, tongue slipping out and slathering saliva over the redness.

Connor squeezes his eyes shut and grins unrepentantly, “Not at all, Master.”

Glacier eyes flash and darken. He reaches for the belt between Connor’s teeth and yanks it away, loving how Connor’s brown orbs shrink in fear and his pupils dilate until there’s only a thin ring of burnet surrounding black. He folds the belt in half.

Conan’s wrist flicks back, and then he’s swinging the belt, a pleasing crack echoing in the room, followed immediately by a loud, staggering moan, music to his ears.

Another strike gets him similar results, so he repeats with little variation. Waiting a little longer before he hits again, leaving hickeys and bites on his ass, rubbing the soft synthetic fat lovingly, occasionally giving three or four lashes in one go–all of it has Connor’s eyes rolling up and back, his shouts melodic and arousing.

Deciding to give some relief to his aching erection, he tosses the belt away and turns Connor over, pressing Connor’s knees back until they’re at his chest. Bent in half like this, he’s entirely at Conan’s mercy.

Connor shivers as Conan presses his hot, throbbing cock between his thighs, pressed against the underside of his much, much smaller one. Already, the bottom of Conan’s dick is wet and shimmery, so when he pushes it forward and further between Connor’s legs, there’s a slick wet noise that has Connor flushing.

Conan doesn’t bother with going slow, his pace fast enough to have his balls slapping against Connor harshly, making the area already reddened by the spanking smart and tingle.

“Please, Master–Inside of me! I want you–” Connor gulps with a thrust that is deliciously painful, “I want your cock inside of me, now!”

Conan only obliges because of the pretty tears falling down Connor’s pink face, leaning over to lick up a trail before rutting against Connor’s ass, brushing against his hole. He feels Connor’s face scrunch up into a wanton grimace under his tongue.

Meshing their lips together, Conan finally gives in to Connor’s demands and presses the thick head of his cock past the pulsing walls of Connor’s hole, slipping inside the drooling orifice easily thanks to the excessive lubricant.

Though he slips really far in, his cock is longer than Connor’s body is made specifically to handle, so by the point of him being fully sheathed, his head drags a little against the tight walls that are beyond where the lubricant is produced. The heat of Connor’s channel has Conan gritting his teeth, not really wanting to pull out. It’s with a minor bit of reluctance that he does so, and with impressive control, he manages to keep his return inwards slow, something that has Connor growling and snarling at him.

Conan smiles. It’s always cute when Connor breaks the submissive act. To keep him occupied, Conan presses his fingers to Connor’s lips, pulling his tongue by the tip and stretching it out, saliva coating his fingers as Connor’s slick appendage attempts to wrench itself free of his rough digits. Unarticulated demands pour from Connor’s throat in puffs of air, but Conan only yanks on his tongue harder.

Is this why the saying is ‘Hold your tongue?’ Though, in this case, Conan is holding it, but what’s really the difference?

“Hahhdehh, peeeaahth.”

“Please, what, Connor?” Conan somehow keeps his voice level, or rather, as level as one can be when buried balls-deep in tight, wet heat.

Connor’s face screws up a bit in his efforts to speak through a thrust that seems to have knocked against his prostate. Lucky shot, Conan might prod a bit more to be sure of where it is exactly. “Hahdeh, Mathteh, pleaahthe!”

Relinquishing his hold of Connor’s tongue, Conan grabs Connor’s thighs in a bruising grip and pulls him off the bed slightly, enough so that when he thrusts against him, Connor’s upper body moves with him. As he pulls out again, Connor is dragged back to his original position to meet the next pound, unable to do anything but take it.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Conan murmurs, pinching Connor’s thigh, “I ought to change that, shouldn’t I? I’m supposed to be disciplining you, aren’t I?”

“Then,” Connor gasps, unfocused eyes moving down blearily to try and meet Conan’s, an impish grin spreading across his lips, “Do something, pussy.”

Connor’s spent too much time with Collin.

Conan growls and pulls out, his cock bobbing at the sudden escape. Connor whines, but Conan simply turns him over with little regard for his comfort and sets Connor’s ass into the air. He slaps his palm onto it, once, twice, thrice, again and again until Connor sobs into the sheets and apologizes for disrespecting him, trembling on all fours.

At no point does his little cock lose hardness, nor does the lubricant stop dripping out of him, and between Connor’s thighs are stringy, beading bits of wetness that hang and shimmer.

“Never do that again,” Conan warns, knowing Connor will do so later just to get under his skin. Connor bites his lip and nods, and they pretend that Conan will not think it as the complete and utter lie that it is. “Good boy.”

Connor wriggles his hips to draw his attention, which has him immediately entranced, with the splotchy reds and pinks decorating his skin, the small bruises and bite marks scattered over along with the familiar dusting of freckles. Conan’s cock glides between the two round mounds, pressing lightly against the twitching entrance. He circled it with his tip, driving Connor mad, backing up whenever Connor would try to finally get him in.

“Oh? Does my slut want something?” he inquires, maintaining a quiet and distant tone. His erection belies his desire.

“Please, Master,”

He leans over to get close, lips brushing over Connor’s before moving along his jaw to his ear with a smirk. “What is it? I can’t do anything if you won’t tell me what it is you want, pet.”

“Fuck me,” Connor keens, “Master, fuck me, use me, please, I’m begging you!”

Finally, Conan thinks, impatient. He’s been tired of waiting even before they started, but he tends to torture himself like this, for whatever reason.

His dick is inside before either of them can process it, pulsing against Connor’s walls for less than a second before it’s out, then in. Connor’s prostate is battered randomly, once hit, once not, twice not, hit again. It’s a repetitive process that Conan could never tire of, loving that Connor’s sounds will never be the same even as he strikes his sweet spot twice in a row, then not at all.

It’s easy to tell when Connor is close, his breath hiking up into high-pitched whimpers, his tongue lolling out and drool slipping to the end of his tongue. Conan fists his hand into his hair, pulling him back so his spine is arched absolutely beautifully. “You can’t come yet. You aren’t allowed to, not until I say.”

Another broken sob. Conan tugs him further, peppering his jaw and neck with butterfly kisses, then over his cheekbone to give his eyelid a kiss, feeling the warm wetness of tears under his lips. He laps the trails away, not minding the salty taste.

His abdomen tightens, but he won’t stave off his own orgasm to punish Connor for longer, not today. He’s been too worked up, on edge since he checked his phone and caught sight of Connor’s body stretched out over his side of the bed, nose pressed into his pillow, his fingers spreading himself open obscenely.

Conan growls and bites into Connor’s nape, his canines breaking some skin, little punctures now among a few moles. He redirects himself up to Connor’s mouth, a hand coming around to circle Connor’s cock, easily engulfing it.

Connor cries out, but it’s quickly muffled by Conan kissing him, their tongues messily toying with one another, a sloppy dance with no intricacies, an attempt at combining past their intertwining at the waist. (“Joined at the hip,” one could say, and would be very close to correct.)

The pressure builds, his thrusts having lost pace. Now he’s rutting with no rhyme or rhythm, chasing release, clenching walls tempting him over the edge.

“Cum,” Conan whispers, his hand and hips working faster, “You can cum for me now, my love.”

With a sudden shout followed by long wails, Connor comes undone, white splattering across Conan’s hand and the sheets. His ass flutters around Conan’s arousal.

It’s not even two rams in later that he feels the knot unravel, warmth spilling out of him and into Connor, coating his shuddering walls white, prolonging Connor’s pleasure. Conan rides the orgasm, Connor’s hole milking him of every last drop he can manage.

“Thank you,” Connor whispers, breath coming harshly but sounding pleased, albeit spent.

Conan collapses beside him, only as an excuse to pull Connor into an embrace. Connor would call it a lazy cuddle. “I’ll clean you up and treat you after I’ve caught my breath,” he assures.

Connor grins sleepily up at him, “I love you.”

His heart jumps into his throat, still pounding, “I love you, too. Rest up, we have some of the Lieutenant’s old movies to critique, tonight.”

The contented, lethargic chuckle that graces his ears brings about a similar one that bubbles in his chest.

#rk1700 #rk800 x rk900 #900 x 800 #rk720000 #connor x rk900 #connor x connor #concon #connor dbh #connor detroit become human #detroit become human rk900 #dbh rk900

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igottoomuchwriting · 5 years

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Sincerely, Me (Chapter 2)

Series: Part 1/Previous Chapter/Next Chapter

To Single Scoop: i stg if this mom doesnt chill tf out i will find where she lives and fight her

Connor has no idea how to text people unless he is asking for weed. It took him a while to actually show that he wants to have a conversation over text while he was texting Evan. There was a lot of back and forth between the two over the past month where Evan would ask if he was annoying Connor or telling Connor that he didn’t have to talk to him if he didn’t want to.

Then he figured out that Evan liked when Connor randomly ranted to him, so that’s what he was doing now. He was watching Say Yes to the Dress and texting Evan, who was the only person in his life who knew that he liked TLC shows, specifically Say Yes to the Dress.

To Single Scoop: SHES CRYING NOW AND THE MOM STILL WONT BUDGE

To Single Scoop: thats it

To Single Scoop: im flying to georiga. Ill see you later evan

From Single Scoop: I know you have that ability so please dont

To Single Scoop: like my parents would let me

From Single Scoop: Find something nice in Georgia that your mom would love to see. I’m sure that will get her going

To Single Scoop: well which is it hansen

To Single Scoop: should i go punch this lady in the face or no

From Single Scoop: Definite no

It is nice that Connor has someone to talk to when these shows get really stupid and make him want to fight the people. Usually he would say it to himself and just have conversations with himself, but then he eventually stopped because who the hell has conversations with themselves? Sad loners like Connor, that’s who.

Connor watched as the bride stared at herself in the mirror, teary-eyed and listening to her mother try and stop her daughter from buying the dress.

“Listen to your heart,” Randy said. “Do you picture yourself walking down the aisle in this?”

“Yes,” the bride whispered. Connor anxiously watched it all go down. The mother was trying one last argument to get her daughter to not put on the dress.

“Are you saying yes to this dress?” “Yes!” Connor cheered along with the bride and consultants, and flipped off the TV has the mother said that she was upset.

To Single Scoop: oh good the bride won

From Single Scoop: With Randy on her side, how could she not

Connor laughed. Evan knew the show enough that Randy was the end-all for brides. No one could win in an argument with him.

To Single Scoop: true

Connor heard keys turning in the front door. He cursed under his breath.

To Single Scoop: shit

To Single Scoop: my mom is home

To Single Scoop: i have to go to my bed and pretend to get some sleep

To Single Scoop: night

Connor turned off the TV and put the Amazon fire stick back where it’s supposed to be before running upstairs before his mother entered the living room and saw that he wasn’t awake.

Usually he wouldn’t care if she saw him up this late, but he doesn’t want to hear her complain that he isn’t getting any sleep and then get in another fight because he won’t tell her what's wrong. He’ll tell her when he knows that she will actually get him the help that he wants.

He quietly shut his door as he heard his parents talking downstairs. He was quick to get under the covers and plug his phone in, feigning that he has been asleep the whole time.

His mom came in to check on him like she does every night. Connor could tell she was standing at his door for a while, and just as she was going to leave, Connor’s phone went off.

Connor mentally cursed. Of course Evan had to text him back right now.

His mom

“Connor? Are you awake?” she asked. Connor wondered if he should keep pretending, but at this point, he didn’t care anymore.

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“Who texted you?”

“A friend.” For the first time, this was actually the truth.

“What friend has a name of ‘Single Scoop’?” She was looking at his phone? Connor snapped his head up to see her holding his phone, arms crossed.

“It’s a nickname.”

“What does it mean?”

“It’s just a nickname, mom, it doesn’t need a reasoning!”

“What’s going on?” he heard his dad call.

“Oh, great, let’s just bring the whole family in!” Connor snapped.

“Connor, we’re just wondering who you’re texting!”

Larry walked into Connor’s room, obviously tired and confused.

“It’s just a friend! His name is Evan! It’s a surprise that your fucked up son can actually make friends!”

“Connor!” Connor ignored her and threw his blanket over his head. He knew he wouldn’t be able to escape with Larry at the door, so he might as well just pretend they aren’t there.

“Just check his messages, Cynthia,” he heard Larry mumble. That caused Connor to sit back up in his bed in a fit of anger.

“You guys check my fucking messages?!”

“Connor, we only do it because we want to make sure you’re okay.”

“No!” he yelled. “There should be no fucking reason you check my fucking messages!”

“We just need to make sure you aren’t lying to us,” Larry deadpanned.

“That’s a breach of my fucking privacy!”

“You haven’t done anything to show us that we can trust you with privacy.”

“You know what,” Connor snapped. “Fine! Fucking take it!”

“Don’t raise your voice at us!” Larry snapped. Connor said nothing in response, just laid down and blocked them out. They both eventually left, leaving Connor alone with his thoughts.

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Connor hadn’t calmed down from the night before. His parents had discussed if he should still be allowed to have his car, but after realizing that Zoe had band practice, he was still allowed to drive himself to school.

“Were you really talking to Evan?” Zoe asked when she saw him in the morning. Connor turned and raised an eyebrow.

“When?”

“Last night, when mom and dad went into your room.” Connor turned away. He grabbed the milk that his mom had left on the counter and poured himself a glass.

“Yeah.”

“Really?” He gave her a side glare.

“What, do you not believe me either?” Zoe shrugged. She crossed her arms and leaned against the counter.

“You never made friends before this, so it is hard to believe that someone could really want to talk to you.”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel,” he sarcastically mumbled.

“I’m just saying, from what I know about Evan, he’s way too nice to be talking to you.”

“And you’re way too nice to be related to me, but here we fucking are.” He downed the rest of the milk in his glass and slammed his cup down on the counter. “Now if you excuse me, I have to get to school so I can continue to be judged.”

On the drive to the school, all of Connor’s thoughts were of Evan and why he was friends. After Connor figured out that he liked men instead of women, Evan was one of the first classmates that he decided was attractive, but he never pursued anything. No one would talk to him, and everytime Evan saw him he had a look of terror. After getting to know the boy, he realised he gave everyone the same look.

Even now that they are friends, Connor is not letting himself get his hopes up. He knows that Evan has a crush on his sister, and most likely doesn’t like boys. Even if he did like boys, there was no way he would like Connor more than a friend. It’s a surprise that he even likes him as a friend, as many people like to constantly remind him.

By the time he pulled into the school parking lot, he had successfully put himself into an even worse mood than he was before. He would just sneak off to go smoke, but Evan would be worried if he didn’t show up, and he doesn’t have his phone to text him, so he just had to deal with the day.

Connor realized that was going to be harder than he thought when he stood at his locker. People were walking by him, not even watching to see if they would bump into him, and would even sometimes almost close his locker while he was doing something.

“Hey Connor,” he heard a voice mumble. Connor snapped his head to the side and shot a glare at the kid who decided to bother him.

Which happened to Evan.

“What?” he snapped out of instinct. He immediately regretted it. He saw Evan flinch and take a small step back, as if he was trying to get out of Connor’s range and hide.

“Well you seem like you’re in a bad mood so I wanted to come over and see if you’re okay but you barely know me so I don’t know why you would even want to talk to me about it. I’m sorry I should’ve have even come over, I’ll leave, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t even looking Connor in the eyes as he stuttered out that sentence. Of course that would freak him out. Connor sighed and it his head against the top of his locker, wishing that he could just knock himself out or restart the day.

“No, I didn’t mean to snap at you. You did nothing wrong.” That was the closest he could get to saying sorry. Once he learned that people never really cared if they made him feel bad, he quickly learned to stop caring if he made them feel bad. Though, by being around Evan and having a slight crush on the boy, he realized that was going to have to change if he wanted to keep him in his life.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” he heard Evan mumble. Connor spared a glance to the side.

Evan did care. He really, truly cared about why Connor was upset, and that wasn’t something Connor was used to. He knew that in order for them to get closer he would have to let his walls down a little bit, but he was afraid to. One of the few things he was actually afraid of. He’s going to have to get over that.

“My parents took my fucking phone last night because they didn’t believe that I was texting someone other than a fucking drug dealer,” he started out calmly. He didn’t want to look at Evan as he spoke, though he felt the anger coming back very quickly. “ I told them that no goddamn drug dealer would be answering fucking calls at that hour because they were trying to act like normal fucking people but they took my phone anyway!”

He slammed his locker shut and saw Evan jump out of the corner of his eye. He knew that there were kids who were giving him weird looks in the hallway, but he couldn’t find himself to care. He just lied to Evan about what he was talking to his parents about. Why? Who knows. Maybe it’s easier to be a druggie in this school than a kid who actually cares.

“They don’t believe a fucking thing I say and it pisses me off because I was actually telling the truth this time!”

It was silent between the two. Connor wasn’t upset about that. He knew that Evan most likely had no idea how to deal with the extreme emotions that Connor feels, as he can barely handle his own anxiety.

“I’m sorry. That’s–That, um, sucks.”

“Understatement of the fucking century,” Connor grumbled.

He heard the first bell ring, signaling that Connor had five minutes to get to his class. He just couldn’t deal with it today. With his parents, his sister, and his own thoughts, he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus in class anyway. Having an unexcused absence would be better than being sent down to the officer for not paying attention.

Connor turned towards the doors that were placed at the end of the hallway and started making his way to them.

“Wait, where are you going?” he heard Evan call after him.

“Anywhere but fucking here,” Connor called back before pushing open the double doors.

He stomped over to his truck, hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes downcast. He had no idea where he wanted to go, but he knew that he had to go somewhere private so he can smoke weed without getting caught.

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Connor realized as soon as he got to the closed orchard that he always somehow ended up at that his parents cleaned out his car. Every bit of it.

Which means that they found his weed stash in the and most likely threw it away.

Connor drove to the one place that actually calms him down and brings him peace–the abandoned orchard.

When Connor was younger and not on drugs, his parents would always take him and Zoe here. They would have picnics, play games, go on hikes, and even camp one time. It was when his parents weren’t fighting with him or each other, and he and Zoe actually loved each other like siblings should. The year the orchard closed was also the year Connor’s depression seemed to peak. That was when he started getting into weed to be happy, fighting with his parents, and trying to do anything to either shorten or end his life.

Nothing has really gotten better, even after the counseling, the rehab, and all the drugs in the world, Connor was still struggling. He started coming back and sneaking into the orchard when it was getting hard again, and it always calmed him down. You would think going back to the place when his family was happy would make him sad, but it actually gave him the ability to forget everything about his life for a short while.

As he walked around, the took the time to look up into the trees, up to the sky that was shining bright. Connor was almost glad he wasn’t high so he could see this all through clear eyes.

A thought popped into his head. He remember Evan talking to him about his apprenticeship with the forest rangers, and how much he loved nature and trees. Has he ever been here?

Quickly looking at his phone, Connor cursed at the time. He started jogging back to his truck so he can pick Evan up from school in time.

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Luckily Connor didn’t need to go inside to find Evan. Evan had started walking home and Connor had seen the back of his backpack before he turned into the school parking lot. He stepped of the gas and pulled up to the shoulder a little ahead of where Evan was walking. Evan didn’t look up from the ground and instead kept walking.

“Evan!” Connor called out of his passenger window. No response. Connor was tempted to try again, but he knew that the boy couldn’t hear him.

He honked the horn of his truck. Evan’s head snapped up and he looked directly at Connor.

Success.

Evan pulled out his headphones while giving Connor a confused look.

“Connor?” he asked.

“Get in, Hansen,” Connor called. Evan didn’t question or hesitate, just walked through the grass dividing the sidewalk from the street and hopped into Connor’s car. Connor wasn’t sure on whether he should be happy that Evan asked no questions or upset.

Connor pulled back into the street as soon as Evan closed the passenger door, excited to show his friend the orchard.

It was silent for the beginning of the ride. Connor realized that Evan might be worried that Connor is still mad. He’s not, but there was no way for Evan to be able to tell. He also snapped at Evan this morning and Evan may be waiting for an apology.

“I didn’t mean to flip out on you earlier,” he stated. Not quite an apology, but a month ago, Connor would have just moved on without a second glance at a person’ feelings.

“I know,” Evan mumbled. It was silent again after that.

“Have you ever been to the orchard?” Connor asked.

“What orchard?” Connor silently cheered victory in his head.

“So I’ll take that as a no.”

Connor explain what the orchard was to Evan so he wouldn’t be too freaked out that COnnor was bringing him to some abandoned place.

They eventually got onto the topic of bands and singers that they like. Connor was shocked when Evan said that he liked Taylor Swift before she started pop and did not miss an opportunity to make fun of him. Evan retaliated by stating that one of his favorite bands wasn’t popular and they continued to bicker back and forth.

Connor loved it. He never really got to playfully make fun of someone without the other person that he was actually being mean. There had been many times that Connor tried playfully making fun of Zoe, but she always got mad and it would escalate into a fight, so he stopped trying. It was nice to have a friend who knew he wasn’t being mean.

They pulled up to the orchard. Connor parked his car in the parking lot that was placed out front.

“Uh, what are we, uh, doing here?” Evan asked, a slight shake in his voice.

“We’re gonna walk around.”

“W-Wait, what?”

“Come on, Hansen,” Connor pushed. He exited the truck and walked towards the gate, heading towards the cut in the fence he made so that he can go back and forth without being caught.

“We can’t go in!” Connor heard Evan call. Connor rolled his eyes. No Trespassing signs only mean something when the government was actually taking care of it.

“Trust me, it’s fine.”

“What if someone finds us? What if they see your car and come searching and then we get in trouble? What if we get arrested? I can’t have my mom bail me out of jail, and your parents won’t--”

“Evan!” Connor snapped and turned around. “It’s fine. I come here all the time. I was just here earlier, and no one found me. No one even thinks about this place anymore.”

Connor watched Evan nod his head and avert his eyes down to the ground. Connor mentally cursed He couldn’t even get a grip on his anger long enough to show Evan a place that meant a lot to him.

Connor took a deep breath.

“Just… Come on. You can trust me.”

He started walking to the fence, occasionally checking back to make sure that Evan was still following him.

Connor pushed the piece of fence he cut open back and stepped to the side, motioning Evan to go through. Evan ducked his head and climbed through with Connor following right after.

Connor stood up and brushed the dirt off of his pants, and when he looked up, he wasn’t shocked to see Evan holding his cast and looking around in shock.

“This place got closed down after they opened up the park as a national park,” Connor answered his unasked question. “Apparently people feel like going to a national park would be more fun than an orchard, even though it’s the same fucking thing.”

Connor walked past Evan and into the trees. He knew he wanted to show Evan the field that he and his family always hung out at. The grass was close to being overgrown and at this time of day, the trees might be blocking the sun, but it was still Connor’s favorite place.

“So homecoming’s coming up,” Connor stated. “You going?”

“Well, uh, probably not?” Not a big shock.

“Even if a cute girl asked you out?” Connor laughed, though he cringed on the inside. His crush on his friend may mean nothing, but it still hurt just a bit to picture Evan with a girl.

“If someone asked me out, that’d be a shock in itself.” Connor chuckled.

“Fair enough.”

“What about you?” Evan continued. “You going?”

“No.” Connor shook his head. “No way.”

“Not even if a girl asks you?” Connor had to stop himself at that one.

“There’s no girl that could make me go to any dance.” He heard Evan hum.

“What if your crush asked you?” Connor stiffened up.

That was a thought. Connor could imagine Evan anxiously approaching him after school, playing with the bottom of his shirt, asking him to homecoming. Stuttering over the fact that Connor could say no and that he was sorry for ruining their friendship before Connor would pull him into a hug and say yes. He could imagine them going to the dance and ditching in the first thirty minutes, going to Á La Mode instead. He could imagine him taking Evan back home, walking him to his door to wish him good night. Connor could easily lean down—

“There is a girl you like, right?” Evan continued. Connor mentally pushed away that fantasy. He gave Evan a quick side glance and coughed, hoping to hide the blush that was probably making its way up on his face.

“Yeah. A girl…” He trailed off and left it there. Evan seemed to understand that Connor didn’t want to be pushed, so they fell back into silence.

Connor watched all the trees past, looking for the opening he needed. Once it came into view, Connor stopped in his tracks.

“We’re here.” He looked at Evan to see the boy giving him a confused look.

“Wait, where?”

“Look,” he motioned to the gap in the trees. Evan gave him a side glance before walking towards the area where Connor motioned. Connor let him get a head a bit before he started following.

He saw Evan standing a bit farther than he thought he would be, looking around in awe. He stared at the trees, hands grasping the little bit of grass that his hand could reach. Connor watched grass blow around him and sun illuminate his figure just enough where he wasn’t just a shadow.

“I assume you like it?” he called. Evan turned around, and oh god, his eyes were shining. It was the cutest thing he has ever seen.

Connor needed to get this crush under control.

“Connor, this—this is amazing! How did you find it?”

“I was just walking around one day and found it.” He didn’t want Evan to feel bad that this was the last place his family was truly happy, or feel like he was intruding on something he shouldn’t.

He watched as Evan turned back at take everything in again. Connor realized he had a smile on his face.

“You said you like to climb trees, right?” Connor asked. He walked over so he was standing next to Evan, though now that he was closer, he could almost feel Evan stiffen.

“Um, yeah,” he stuttered. Connor didn’t pay any attention to it.

“Come on. There’s a tree with really low branches.” Connor started walking towards the tree. It was easy for Connor to find it as it stuck out from the rest of the trees, obviously there for children or teens who would love to climb more.

“I—I don’t think I can climb right now,” he heard Evan call. Connor turned and gave him a confused look.

“Why not?” Evan held up his cast. Connor stared at the cast in questioning before it clicked. He has an unusable arm that would prevent him from climbing. “Fuck, that’s right. I’m a moron.”

“Sorry,” Evan mumbled.

“Why are you sorry?” There was absolutely no reason for Evan to be sorry. He wished that didn’t get on his nerves as much as it did.

“You wanted to climb the tree, and I can’t.” Connor sighed and shook his head.

“That’s not your fault, man.” Evan nodded his head and wouldn’t look Connor in the eyes. Connor pursed his lips. There was no reason for Evan to be upset and he wished there was a way he could show the boy that.

Suddenly Evan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Connor watched him as he looked at the screen and cursed.

Connor walked over and looked over Evan’s shoulder to see who it was.

“Kleinman? What does that fucker want?” Connor growled.

“I forgot I was supposed to hang out with him today.” Connor watched as he hit enter and took a few steps away, probably hoping for a private conversation.

“I’m sorry, I was walking home but Connor wanted to hang out—”

Connor didn’t want to listen. That alone was going to make Jared think that Connor had kidnapped Evan, or at least threatened him. He started picking at his nail polish, ignoring the side of the conversation he can hear.

He should really paint his nails again.

“I’m sorry Connor, can we—”

“Yeah, we can go back,” Connor snapped. He was hoping to have a bit more alone time with Evan, but of course, Jared fucking Kleinman had to come in a ruin that.

“Sorry, this was fun, but—”

“I know.” Connor turned and forced a smile on his face, hoping that Evan understood that he wasn’t mad at him. “You and Jared had plans. Nothing wrong with that.”

Connor started walking away, not waiting to see if Evan was following him.

“Thank you for taking me here,” Evan said as soon as they got into Connor’s truck.

“Yeah. We can come back.” Connor turned to look at Evan and saw that he was looking at his lap, a smile on his face. Connor quickly turned back to the road, heart fluttering as he hears many classmates say.

Evan was actually happy to hang out with Connor, and Connor made him smile.

Getting a hold on this crush may be harder than he thought.

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Blood in the Water (Sequel to Such a Softer Sin) Chapter 15

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)

(Chapter 14)

Okay, so some of you guys might be a little upset with me since it’s gonna feel like I've skipped over some stuff. So let me explain myself a little before the pitchforks come out looool.

I’ve mentioned before I don't plan my writing, I free write. I literally open a blank document, start typing randomly and the story makes itself. Because of this, I’m often surprised myself with where the story goes and believe me when I say the whole baby thing was not expected and it became a little hard to write honestly with my personal experience on the matter.

The story was in a very dark place, and I was so stuck on how to move it forward. At one point I almost considered not even finishing it o.O

So, this chapter is me trying to move things along back to a place that's nice to read and not so horrible and dark. As much as I love hurt and angst, too much of it is a bad thing.

So if you’re upset with me for skipping over some things, I’m sorry. It was either this or abandoning the story altogether.

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The back of the van was slightly cold and Lila shifted, her ass going numb as she sighed.

“Think they’ll be done soon?” Rocco asked quietly from beside her, he was fidgeting himself and she knew he was nervous.

“I have no idea Roc.” She replied softly, laying her head on his shoulder. It was D day, the day she had been waiting for and the boys and their father were currently inside the courthouse. There was a risk, being in public like this. They had quite a few cops on their side but anything could happen and they were both nervous for the boys to return. Rocco had been instructed to stay by Lilas side for two reasons; the first one being the assholes thought he was dead and they all wanted it to stay that way, they wouldn't go looking for a dead man. The second was the fact that the boys were reluctant to leave Lila by herself at all, and having Roc there eased their minds when they wouldn't be able to be with her themselves.

It had been a couple of months now, it hadn't been plain sailing in the slightest. Despite Lila and the boys wanting to go back to how it used to be, it of course took time. The distance the boys had created by leaving her for so long and the heartache of the baby still loomed over them, making things awkward and strained at first. Connor had been the one to push through, knowing he had no choice. He would plonk himself down next to her and sling an arm around her shoulders, he knew it would encourage his brother, give him some confidence to touch the girl himself. Eventually, with each passing day, things started to ease up and they managed to slip back into the same easy routine they had always had. Both boys touching her without thought, Lila enjoying it, the three of them just gravitating towards each other all of the time.

Lila’s mental state was also something that took time to piece together. At first, she had nightmares every night which worried the boys to no end. When she would wake screaming, she wouldn't let them touch her and would mutter things to herself. Her mood swings had also been almost unbearable, but they pushed through because they loved her, and even though she no longer blamed them, they still blamed themselves. In time, the nightmares got less frequent until they were rare, and with that, her moods seemed to settle and she started to seem happier than she had been. They were all grateful for it. The boys knew they made the worst mistake of their lives with leaving her, they would never be able to take it back, all they could do was help her through anything she needed and be there for her, or give her space when she wanted.

The boys were unsure at first if she would ever want another baby with them, to start a family, but when they started being intimate again, they didn't use protection and she hadn't said a word. It was unspoken between them, almost like all of them were too wary to bring it up, but the knowledge was there all the same that they still wanted that with each other. They knew if she got pregnant again, it wouldn't replace the life lost, not by a long shot. That wasn't why they wanted to have another baby with her. They wanted a family with her, a new baby would just simply be an extension, the baby they had lost was a soul in their own right and no amount of other children would ever take their place.

The bags were packed and ready in the van, Noah would be driving them to the docks where they'd already got passage on a boat. It was all set up and ready, all Lila and Rocco had to do was wait for the three to return so they could be off and start their new life. It felt like a lifetime until the boys opened the back doors of the van and hopped in, Noah getting in the front and making a quick getaway. She looked at them questioning, no words needed, asking if it was done. They both nodded and she sighed in relief. The boys looked lighter and she knew why. They had sent that piece of shit to judgement and the boys knew, they had faith that God would punish him justly for what he had done, not just to them and their girl, but anyone he had ever crossed.

Rocco moved over to the other side of the van knowing the boys would want to sit either side of her and he wasn't wrong, the boys settling on each side. Connor laced his fingers with hers as Murphy wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It was a profound moment after what they had just done, where their life was heading, and none of them could bring themselves to speak, just letting the moment wash over them. It didn't take too long to get to the docks and on the boat, Lila sharing a room with the boys and Rocco sharing with Noah.

It took a few days to get to Ireland, they were all getting a little stir crazy by the end of the trip and Lila couldn't wait to just have some decent rest. The beds they had been staying in had been small and reminded her of prison cots, she had been alternating between each boys bed every night since they couldn't move them together, they had been attached to the wall. The plan was that Rocco and Noah were taking one car, going to the farm they’d be living at now, their new home, whilst the boys took Lila on a little detour to see their Ma. They'd be living close enough to her that if they had children, she would be able to be part of their lives. They had all agreed not to tell their mother about anything, especially not the baby, they didn't want to hurt her. All she knew was that the boys' father had come back into their lives and they had all decided to move back home. Annabel hadn't been upset about it, it meant they were close by and she really wanted to meet Lila.

Lila was nervous if she was honest. She knew the woman liked her, they had talked on the phone a lot and got on well. But meeting her face to face was different, especially when Murphy and Connor kept going on how scary she could fucking be. They pulled up a dirt road to a quaint little house, Connor stopping the car. Murphy had been sat in the back with her and he jumped out, her following suit. The door opened and Annabel walked out, a wide grin on her face at seeing her boys for the first time in years.

“Ma!” Murphy laughed boyishly as he ran over, wrapping his arms around her. It was fucking adorable and Lila watched him with a smile of her own. Connor smirked at her, walking with her as they made their way over to the door. When she released Murphy, Connor embraced her, it warmed Lilas heart to see the boys with their mother.

“Well, come on then, let's look at ye.” The older woman grinned as she practically shoved Connor out of the way to see Lila. Murphy snorted at the offended look on his brothers face.

“Christ on a cracker, ye little shits failed te mention just how pretty she is.” She chided, making Murphy squint at his Ma whilst Lila blushed furiously.

“Well that's a fuckin’ lie, we told ye all the fuckin’ time how beautiful she is.” He huffed, wincing when he got a clip around the ear. Lila had to bite her lower lip so she didn't laugh but Connor was more than happy to laugh loudly at his brother's misfortune.

“Language around the ladies, ye little fuck.” Annabel scolded him, making him pull a face and lower his head.

“What ladies?” Connor snorted jokingly, only to grumble when he too got a clip around the ear. It seemed to cheer his brother right up though.

“It's lovely te meet ye lass, me lads are lucky te have found someone te put up wit’ their shit.” Annabel grinned as she wrapped her arms around Lila.

“They're not all bad.” Lila snorted as she hugged her back, making the woman bark out a laugh.

A few hours later and just like Murphy had imagined all that time ago, their Ma had shown her every baby picture of the boys she owned whilst complaining about everything they had ever done wrong. They were sure the woman had a fucking list somewhere that she had kept to keep track of everything. The twins had watched on with stupid smiles on their faces, loving how their mother seemed to love the girl as much as they did, it was nice watching them laugh together, for them to be home. It just felt right that she was there with them.

“I can get ye a job at the Anvil, the boys' uncle Sibeal could use a spare set o' hands and he wouldn't mind another pretty face te have around.” Annabel said as she sipped her tea, making Lila grateful, she had been worried about getting a job here.

“Just make sure he keeps his fuckin’ hands te himself.” Connor squinted as he pointed at her.

“Aye, or we’ll cut ‘em fuckin’ off.” Murphy scowled, making his mother snort a little. It was strange to see her boys, now real men, being so protective and jealous. She wasn't too surprised though and she knew exactly what they meant. Sibeal could be a bit of menace when he wanted to be around women but she had no doubt Lila would put him in his place herself if it ever came to that.

“So, when's the weddin’?”Annabel asked bluntly. The three of them went quiet. They hadn't really talked about it, or thought about it. The wedding was supposed to be in Boston but that obviously couldn't happen now despite the fact they had paid for some of the shit already. Now they didn't know what they were going to do. Annabel looked between them all and laughed, noticing their faces.

“I should've known ye wouldn't have thought about it, ye little fucks. Don't worry about it, I’m sure Father O’Malley will be happy te do the weddin’, I’ll have a word wit’ him and get it all sorted.” She said, clearly excited about the whole thing. It was weird for the boys to see their mother enthusiastic about something other than booze. They were glad though, not only was she approving of the relationship, they knew she would indeed take care of everything and after all they had been through, planning a wedding wasn’t something they were looking forward to.

After some more ear bashing about the fact they hadn't called and made her worry, they were once again on their way, this time to their new home. When they pulled up, Lila was shocked at how much land they had. She wasn't sure just how they had acquired it but she wasn't going to ask. As she got out of the car, she noticed the little cottage with the lights on, knowing that's where Noah would be. Rocco was living in the main house with the three of them but he would be living in the extension which had all its own facilities. She had no doubt though he had no intention of cooking for himself when she would do it for him. It was like this place was made for them and she could honestly imagine raising children here, it made her excited and her heart hurt all at the same time.

The boys came out of the car and stood on either side of her, Connors arm around her waist and Murphys around her shoulder

“So, what do ye think?” Connor asked, glancing at her with a smile.

“I really like it, it feels like home already.” She grinned, making boy boys beam smiles at her. They could make it work here. It was time to look forward to the future now and try to let go of the past, and this was certainly a step in the right direction.

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ladye11e · 6 years

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Deception pt 15

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

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"C'mon fellas, this doesn't seem exactly fair now, does it? If a few of you want to run off and get help, I'll wait." You jeered, refusing to show any kind of fear as the two in front of you started to advance faster.

Just before they were able to strike the lights suddenly went out, and the whole room was plunged in darkness for a moment before the emergency lamps kicked in and everything was covered in a dim yellow glow. In the mobs' confusion you managed to glance around quickly as to try to figure out what could have happened, looking up when the shadow that you had dismissed earlier reappeared in the corner of your eye. Now able to make out that it was a person that was looming down over you, you froze wide-eyed the same as everyone else when the figure jumped down and landed on the two blighters closest in front of you, the reflection off of the metal objects the person was holding disappearing straight into their backs.

Swords?! There was no one you could think of that still used weapons like that, but at this moment in time you didn't care. Even though you couldn't see who it was; the hood of their long black coat pulled up and a mask covering their mouth and nose, they were apparently not a foe as they lept up quickly and engaged the next gang member, punching him straight in the stomach followed by a knee to his jaw when he doubled over before moving onto the next.

Taking advantage of the gangs momentary distraction at this mystery assailant, you spun around and ran as fast as you could towards the one that was directly behind you, dropping to your knees and sliding past him with your dagger held out to slice just above his ankles; blood spurting out everywhere as you severed his Achilles' tendons. When you pulled yourself up a pair of strong arms grabbed you from behind and held you to the spot while another gang member with a metal pipe zeroed in on you, swinging back to hit you over the head with it. You managed to kick your feet up off the floor before he connected, lashing out with your leg and booting him straight in the chest, the force of the recoil sending the man behind you tumbling down towards the floor and taking you along with him. As you fell, you managed to lean your top half forward so that when you landed, you had more than enough leverage to fling your head back with as much strength as you could muster, a resounding crack ringing in your ear when the back of your head collided with his nose.

His grip loosened around you enough for you to be able to scramble up and regain your bearings, your head snapping to the side when a glimmer of something flew by you and missed you by mere inches. A short sword was now embedded deep into the chest of a blighter, who had come running up and was about to jump on you from behind. You gave a quick nod to your 'friend' when you saw them stare at you for a moment before tackling the man beside him to the ground, a strangled gargle tearing from his throat when something that you couldn't quite see was thrust deep into his neck. You glanced around quickly in amazement to see only three of the gang left that weren't dead or injured on the floor, and as two were already being taken care of you concentrated on the last who was staggering around randomly.

Charging up and stepping on one of the cases that were littered about, you managed to vault yourself up high enough so that you landed on his back with your legs tangled around his waist, locking your forearm around his neck and squeezing tightly. He clawed at your arm and stumbled about to try and get you off, but the chokehold that you had was just too strong, and he eventually started to sway about before collapsing to the floor out cold. You kicked him in the head just in case as you got up and brushed yourself off, squealing when a hand grabbed your wrist and twirled you around, so you were now caught in a warm embrace. A shot was fired at the last thug who must have been hiding but was now rushing at you, with the sword that had been thrown earlier.

You didn't even look at the man as he suddenly dropped to the floor with a perfect hole in between his eyes, your brain was too busy whirlwinding out of control when you instantly recognised the move that pulled you into this hold, quickly confirmed when a tingle ran down your spine.

"Sh-Shay?"

He pulled down his hood down with a crease in his eye; from what you assumed was a smile as you still couldn't see his face, and drew up his hand to brush over your cheek with the back of his fingers. You had a million questions running through your mind, but you didn't get a chance to ask a single one of them as in a split second he had pulled his hood up and grabbed you so that your back was to him, forcing your arm up almost painfully between you and holding his remaining sword against your throat.

"What the...?!?" You squealed, shutting up promptly when you heard two faint male voices shouting your name from the other side of the warehouse.

Now understanding why he had done this, you twisted your hand and squeezed Shay's fingers briefly in letting him know that you would follow his ruse, pretending to look terrified just as Connor and Jacob ran through the door.

"(Name)! Let go of her you bastard, or I swear to god they'll be finding pieces of you all over London!" Jacob roared, unsheathing his Kukri at the same time Connor drew out his Tomahawk.

You felt Shay tense up for a moment before chuckling against you as he loosened your arm slightly; so he wasn't hurting you anymore, but he still kept his blade against your neck while he took a step back closer towards the exit, making you shuffle yourself along with him.

"Stay back Assassins, unless you want to see this pretty head rolling about on the floor."

You winced as the cold metal pressed harder on your skin when he tightened his grip around you to prove a point, making your associates lower their weapons slightly but lean forwards in hoping they'll get a chance to strike.

"(Name), are you alright?" Connor whispered, almost so inaudibly that you had to strain your ears to hear him.

"Do I look alright?! You guys have really sucky ti-miiing!"

Stumbling and feeling a faint trickle run down your collarbone as you were pulled back again, you dug your thumbnail into Shay's palm in retaliation for his jerking without warning, making him hiss lowly before stroking the side of your hand with his finger in the way of an apology.

You shook your head slightly when you saw Jacob's hand twitch, giving him a hardened stare when he completely ignored you and did it again, not as subtle as the first time.

In less than a blink of an eye Shay growled and lowered his arm from around your neck, and hurled his sword into the air when Jacob shot out his rope launcher to the ceiling above you. The edge of the blade found it's mark and sliced through the line perfectly just below the hook, making it drop to the floor with a high-pitched clang that echoed around the room. You had little time to be amazed at the throw as he quickly flicked out his hidden blade and, resumed his position at your neck. Even Connor had his jaw dropped slightly as he watched the rest of the rope curl on the floor, but Jacob was positively seething, making you wish Shay would hurry up and go before the situation escalated even further.

"Who did you kill to get that? Templar?!" Connor snarled when he finally noticed the new blade resting just under your chin.

"Ah, no-one important. I would like to add more to my collection, but I haven't got time for that right now."

Shay took one more step back, but this time it was smaller, so you ended up overstepping and were now pressed up even more firmly against him, his cheek resting just behind your ear.

"Hold ya breath lass." He mumbled, stealthily letting go of your arm so he could grab something at his waist.

Taking several deep breaths through your nose, you took one last gulp of air and closed your eyes at the same time as you were pushed forward, and Shay threw something at the floor just in front of you, a thick white cloud erupting the second that whatever it was, broke. A whimper caught in your throat when you suddenly felt a hand curl around the back of your head and a soft mouth press against yours, your lips feeling like electricity was running through them as you were about to return the kiss. He pulled away just as you went to reach out, your fingertips finding nothing in the dense smoke that was starting to dissipate around you. Stumbling about to try to navigate your way out of the smog when your lungs began to feel like they were burning; in desperate need of oxygen, you grasped hold of something warm and coughing when you got to the edge of the cloud.

Wheezing when you finally exhaled and gulped down clean air greedily, you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand when they had started to water even though you had kept them closed. You let go of Connor and spun around when the main lights flicked back on, and you could finally see properly, trying not to look shocked as you took in all the bodies that were strewn about. Most were dead, but the two or three that were groaning or rolling about would definitely need the hospital before the police could interrogate them.

"You......did all this?"

You put your hands on your hips and smirked at Jacob now that he had also noticed the blighters on the floor after catching his breath, then walked over to pick up Shay's sword with your hand pressed against your neck; sighing when you only felt a small nick at the base of your throat.

"Told you I didn't need boxing lessons." You chuckled.

Thankfully the men were so distracted in looking at 'your handiwork' that they didn't notice that your brow was furrowed in confusion, and you were now tracing your finger over your lips. First he blew you off, then he ignored you, now he's kissing you?! If you weren't wholly bewildered before you most definitely were now, not even beginning to comprehend the mixed signals you were getting from him. Shaking yourself off before tugging out and tying a loop in your belt so you could makeshift a way to carry the sword, your ears suddenly pricked up at the distant sound of sirens coming from outside, getting closer and louder each second you lingered around in the warehouse.

"Come on boys, time to go. Did you get the guns and the money?"

"Course we did, Evie's already started taking it to the safe house, left one crate behind so the bobbies could tie the blighters to this and arrest what's left. You really taking that?"

You had every intention of taking the sword since you spotted it a few minutes ago so you could give it back to Shay at some point, but you couldn't exactly tell him that so you shrugged your shoulders as Jacob continued to stare at you while you fastened the belt around your waist and slid the blade into the loop, fiddling about with it so your coat concealed most of it and it didn't dig into your leg.

"Why not? It's a nice sword, and I doubt very much that its previous owner will be coming back for it anytime soon."

Linking your arm with Connors when he began slowly walking towards the corridor that would lead you outside, you kept glancing at him out of the corner of your eye when you realised he had been very quiet since you were held hostage.

"Hey, you okay? We've just saved the day, no need to be so glum!"

He flashed you a small smile, but you could tell it was forced so you decided to poke him in his ribs; knowing that he hated it, until he confessed as to what was bothering him.

"Please stop (name). I-I was just worried. Seeing you being held like that."

"Awww, I'm a big girl, I can take..."

"It's not just that!" He blurted, cutting you off mid-sentence. "That, man. He seemed familiar, I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before."

The pounding of your heart drowned out anything else that he might have said after that, a wash of dread tumbling through you at the thought of what would happen if he made the connection. You covered your momentary silence by fumbling in your pocket for your bike keys now that you had made it outside, and attempted to brush it off by making light of his thoughts.

"Oh come on, you know they all look and sound the same! I am a Templar rawrrr, may the father of understanding guide us blah blah blah."

You grinned when Connor chuckled at your mockery and shrugged his shoulders, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly when Jacob cleared his throat and began tapping on his wrist at an imaginary watch.

"I suppose you are right, it has been a long day and I am glad it's finally over. I'm just happy you are okay."

Giving him a wink and a thumbs up as you pulled your helmet on and jumped on your bike now that you had made it to the alleyway; fumbling with the key for a moment before eventually getting it in its slot and starting the engine, you exhaled long and slowly behind the tinted visor as the panic drained out of you, not sure if you could face another close call like that.

"Come on then, before the fuzz gets here. I need to make a detour on the way to the safe house, to get Alec to fix my rope launcher."

You revved your bike a couple of times to mask your slight giggles as you remembered that Shay had destroyed his favourite toy, looking up to the rooftops when something caught your eye and making a mental note to ask him where on earth he learnt to throw like that next time you saw him.

#assassin's creed #assassinscreed #fanfic #modern au #reader insert #jacob frye #connor kenway #shay cormac #sfw

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2.27.18 5:06 am

Eating brownie batter and reading the bell jar.

Wondering if any of it was even real to you.

It certainly isn’t now.

You’ve detached. Oh well.

I, for the first time in almost a year, am making progress towards getting the fuck over all this.

—————

I think today is the anniversary of Sams suicide. But I don’t want to check. I mourn her constantly. I don’t want to think about the actual day. And remember every painful moment of it. But I do. I just don’t want to dedicate a day to it.

I think she’d understand.

—————-

I got a 99/100 on my first big AP exam.

200 questions, 4 hours

And I got a fucking

99.

Proud of myself. I embraced the agency I have and powered through studying my ass off, even with the difficult bullshit being thrown my way.

A 99.

Yay.

———————-

I finally met a boy named Ty who I’ve known for 5/6 years, but had never met in person. I have no idea why, but even when I stopped answering for long periods of time and pushed me him away, he stuck around. And not in a creepy way like he was disregarding my boundaries. In a sweet way where he seemed to genuinely care about my well being because we bonded so much off the bat.

Truthfully all those years I hated myself. Didn’t understand what he saw in me. Didn’t want to ruin someone who seemed so kind. Didn’t want to expose them to the mess that is me.

But randomly, at 3 am this weekend, he messaged me to say he hoped I had a good day, because.. he just did. He knows all about my broken brain and past trauma and sex work and he likes me still. I opened up to him a few days before about not doing well. So he kept checking in, even when I all he got was silence from me.

I don’t know what compelled me, but I asked him what his plans were. At 3 am. I make myself laugh with my actions sometimes. But he was free, and doesn’t work weekends.

So I told him to come over.

And the next 24 hours were some of the best I’ve ever had.

He kissed my scars. Ones that I hate myself for because they were made says before. I had apologies for them and mentioned it was not a constant thing and hadn’t happened in so long. He simply took my hand and kissed me up my arm. In the most genuine way.

He’s a social worker. He helps children leave abusive homes and works to get them a safe place and proper care/treatment.

He is genuinely one of the kindest human beings I’ve ever met.

Our kissing was electric. It shot down my spine and back up and I swear it hit my heart. Something strange happened and I feel changed. I think it was his kindness.

Our sex was so, natural, so in tune with one another. So fucking amazing. His sweetness turned to a light dominance that felt fueled by his protective nature. It was perfect. I didn’t want the intense pain that I crave with meaningless sex.

We fell asleep tangled up in other.

We spent the whole next day together.

We didn’t watch anything, we didn’t have a planned activity. We simply were together, and the flow was so natural time slipped away completely.

I don’t quite know what to say except I have an amazing feeling about this man. I feel that this may turn into something wonderful. I want it to, I think. And that alone is amazing. Even if it doesn’t, even if it ended right this second, I’d still love it. Something in me has changed. And it has changed beautifully. I’m not quite sure what. Having this sweet, genuine, intelligent, all around amazing person touching me and caring for me and telling me im all those things and more but he knows I just don’t see it and wants to make sure I know. Something about him- I believed him. I never believe people. I act like my guard is down so nobody ever sees how high it is. But with him the walls didn’t just fall, it was like they never existed. I felt self love. It was fleeting but it was there.

I hope this becomes something. I truly don’t think I’ve ever wanted that. But even if nothing happens, goddamit I’m grateful he didn’t give up on me.

———

Connor was weird and kind of cruel. “No romantic feelings” “im just a slut when I’m drunk” “wait.. you don’t think were like getting back together do you??” “Yeah you’re pretty smart it’s just that I work with geniuses now so my perception is kind of skewed”

Out of nowhere. Why? No idea. I’m trying to learn to not analyze. Because I believe people are genuinely good inside and I’ll always land there. The belief that at their core, they’re mostly good. But now I’m trying to just look at actions. Trying to be blind to everything but what is actually bappening and how it makes me feel. And I felt it. And for the first time in so long it didn’t turn into sadness and self loathing. It turned into rage. A seething river of anger in my veins. A brand new thought in my head - how fucking dare you. I’ve never thought enough of myself to have that thought. And then another that sliced me at my core. How long have I known these things? Why did I get to the point where the actual words left his lips? Self harm is more than a blade. It’s been almost a year of this cruelty towards myself.

All because I’m terrified of letting go.

Not just him.

But everything.

I cling to things because of childhood trauma.

I stayed stagnant for far too long because the agency of action terrified me.

But I’m done I think.

I don’t expect myself to go cold turkey.

But he said those things and I felt something switch off. I felt disgusted by him.

And then I met Ty and realized how low my bar has been.

———-

The agency. Seizing control over the controllable factors of life. Steering myself in the right direction. Self love. Enough self love to power through trauma and continue on my path because I had my sights set on a goal. It’s all so new to me.

I got a 99.

On a four hour exam.

With 200 questions.

That sums it up for me better than all these other words.

———

Fin.

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hopes for season 3?

I should probably answer this before Season 3 comes out, but I hope in a more general sense, characters are built up and have a long well thought out plot that carries them through the whole season. I think there’s an odd writing break in between the first and second half of the seasons, which they might have negated by starting so late, but it’s always where they are tripped up. Storylines are lost, and characters can sometimes switch motivations or randomly fall in love with characters they were previously arguing with in earlier episodes of the show and even season.

Reese: I want her to get more airtime. Obviously she’s my favorite so I always want that, but I also believe they do the most consistent job with her character. Save for Wreckton. But storyline wise, I’d love to see her take huge strides in her confidence and self-worth. I think the storyline with her father is definitely going to help with that, and maybe define her better. I also want to know more about her mom, and where she grew up, and who her friends were. Why it doesn’t seem like she has many friends in Chicago or from back home? Where did she go to undergrad? Reese has the luck of not appearing to be in a big relationship, as of right now, so her own story can be told. I want to see what she does outside of work, what her apartment looks like. Does she own pants that go past her ankles? Also I need Dr. Charles to promise to be her dad. Maybe for her to kiss a mean South African Surgeon.

Natalie: Let her be a mom. Let her worry about that balance that she did in that singular episode last season. Let Owen influence her decisions when it comes to Will. Let her be the strong doctor she was in eps 1-3 of the first season. Don’t make her entire plot revolve around Will and their relationship. Let her grow.

Will: Let Will figure out his financials. That’s a struggle a lot of doctor’s have and he’s the only one who appears to be going through it. Connor obviously doesn’t worry about money, Ethan, most likely, had his paid through the military, Natalie hasn’t seemed to be bother for money, maybe because of something with Jeff and his military career or maybe her parents have money. Sarah isn’t out of her residency yet, and even then it’s heavily implied she won’t have to worry about it. Maybe Will learns and is able to mentor younger staff, like possibly Noah, on how not to screw your financial self over. Let Will mentor ANYONE. He’s a good teacher, and he should be allowed to show it while not looking like an ass. Don’t make his entire story revolve around Natalie. Let him grow.

Connor: Have him not fall for Ava. Make him go the unexpected route, and see her only as a rival. Let him not date anyone for a while. Have him grow as a person and examine why he lives his life the way he does. SEND HIM TO THERAPY. Get him help with his issues concerning his father. Acknowledge the fact he assisted in the suicide of Dr. Downey and that his dad probably had some hand in his mom’s suicide. Give me more Rhodes siblings hanging out, and Connor getting to know someone outside of Will, that he can be friends with.

Ethan: Don’t make him an asshole. Don’t make his entire plot April. It’s a new relationship and they are promoting it so heavily, and it looks like they’re setting him up as a jerk. Pressuring April to be open, and not understanding why she has hesitations. Don’t make him Will 2.0 and let the very nuanced Ethan shine as a character. More bird, and more apartment as well. Him hanging out with Sarah and them becoming friends because they have a lot in common, I think.

April: Don’t make her entire plot Ethan. She shouldn’t be looking so uncomfortable at work. Let her have friends again, and people in her life outside of Noah and Choi. Show me April and Sarah hanging out. April and Maggie, April and Nat. They set her up to have the most friendships and then went NOWHERE with them. I want to see happy and comfortable April who has a healthy slow forming relationship. Also does she have a car? Where is her apartment? Does she live with Noah since she broke it off with Tate?

Noah: He needs to grow up. Be a serious doctor, who is repeated by his colleagues. Be respectful with Sarah, and also bring a new flavor to the ED. #1 rule is to not hurt the sensitive Psych resident though.

Maggie: Give her a plot outside of the hospital and her family. What is her life like? Is she religious? Does she make pottery in her free time? What is her orientation? We know that she has a sister and that her mother’s dead, and that’s it. Give her a nice person to date, and make her happy. Also always have her hair like it is in the promo because OH MY GOD she’s stunning. She always is, but they down play it like crazy.

Sharon: Be happy. Find new hobbies. Be a supportive friends to Daniel in this terrifying time. Mentor Connor and Will more. Also maybe mentor one of the women. Have paint nights with Maggie. Find herself a new personal beginning in the wake of her divorce and first love dying.

Daniel: Be a good dad to his real and pseudo adopted children. Trust Sarah and her process more. Work on his mental health to make sure he’s doing ok, even after the shooting. See his relationships with his other kids, how did he do with them. Who came, after he’d been shot, to the hospital. Put up boundaries so the other doctors don’t just word vomit their problems on to him.

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