#connie nikas x reader

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Rainy Day Fund - Connie Nikas x Reader

Summary: Connie is your ex boyfriend and decides to pay you a visit after a months' long estrangement.

Rating: Explicit; 18+ Only

Word count: 5.3K

Warnings: Rough sex, spanking, spitting, dirty talk

Link to AO3

Tags: Special thanks to @ursulaismymiddlename​ for cheering me on, and giving me the sweetest blow by blow messages of encouragement! @salt-is-a-terrible-currency​ 

The bell tolled the entry of a new customer and you groaned inwardly, sulking as the slosh from the footprints joined the ever growing murky puddle at the door. Rainy days rarely brought much traffic to the laundromat; it seemed futile to go through the hassle of washing clothes only to schlep them through rain on the walk home after. But at this rate, you would definitely be stuck way past closing, mopping until your back ached.

You carried on helping Miss Wilson, an adorable elderly woman who toted in every Tuesday with her and her husband’s dirty laundry stuffed in a rickety rolling cart, rain or shine, evidently. She was wearing a bonnet today, protecting her curls from the downpour outside and the encased heat of appliances inside. While she handled her undergarments in the sink nearby, you folded one dry load of clothes, squatting to toss in another just as the bell tolled again.

“Lord ain’t granting you no favors today,” Miss Wilson remarked, and though she was right, you couldn’t help but laugh at her tone. The petite thing had a way with words, keeping you amused enough to make the day go by easier.

But over all the noise, you hadn’t even heard the alleged customer approach and suddenly there were long legs in baggy jeans next to you. You glanced up at the intrusion, only for your smile to abruptly disappear.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Connie said, forearms perched on a washing machine. An unkempt goatee overpowered half his face, but it was him alright. Oversized sweatshirt making him seem bigger than the last time you saw him, hood pulled up and nearly soaked through.

“The fuck are you doing here, Connie,” you snapped, too cranky to watch your cussing in front of the elder down the aisle. “What do you want?”

“Jesus Christ, s’gonna be like that?” He tried looking innocent, but his shit-eating grin was wide as ever. “Not a hello? I haven’t seen you in months, don’t you wanna know how I am?”

You rolled your eyes, tossing the rest of the load in a tad overzealous before rising to stand, hands on your hips, even if acting tough was a lost cause when your ex-boyfriend had about a foot on you.

“You mean when I’m at my job workin’ all day, am I sitting here thinkin’ to myself ‘oh I wonder what poor schmuck Connie Nikas is bothering today’, like that?” Your patience was wearing thin, made worse as he swayed back to chuckle, shaking his head. “No, I fuckin’ don’t.”

“Oh, c’mon…” he drawled, moving in close to touch your elbow. “Don’t be like that.”

Miss Wilson tutted, casting a pointed glare through her glasses, lips pursed. “That white boy stinks’a trouble.”

“That’s because he is trouble, Miss Wilson,” you agreed with a smack to his hand.

Connie gaped, brows furrowing together in offense. “Trouble - I'm not - you goin’ around telling little old ladies I’m trouble?”

You scoffed and brushed past him, muttering to Miss Wilson you’d be right back as Connie carried on, whining as he trailed behind to the small office in the back of the mat. If he was going to make a scene, the least you could do was keep it away from the customers.

“Connie.” You grabbed him by the shoulders once the door slammed shut, giving a frustrated shake to snap him out of his ranting. Having your full attention directed at him, he finally quieted. Dared to look bashful as he slid back his hood, spilling out a mop of dark hair and the familiar scent of his shampoo. The corners of his lips pulled into a soft smile and you had to mentally scold yourself for thinking it was pretty.

Generally, you considered Connie a barely amicable ex; splitting up over two years ago wasn’t enough to keep him from popping by every few months. And while he could be fun to be around, it usually ended with giving him money. Or sex. Just like certain drugs, he was grimy and addictive, and somehow consistently overcompensated that with intelligent charm. Today, however, you were not in the mood to be compromised.

“What do you want?” you asked again, slowly.

“I wanted to see you,” he insisted, but his voice dropped an octave or two deeper in a tone that kept you skeptical. “Shit, I cabbed halfway across town to get here, s’that such a crime?”

He could be cute when he wanted to, and it was a fight to keep your face passive. “Depends on whether I believe you or not.”

Connie groaned your name, eyes clenched shut as if experiencing pain. You couldn’t help but let a laugh slip out as he lurched forward, forehead on your shoulder while his hands encircled your waist.

“You’re killin’ me…” He picked his head up only to set it on yours, grey eyes in complete focus. You should’ve pulled away, but you couldn’t. “I was feeling fuckin’ lonely. It’s miserable out there, I thought ‘let’s go see her, let’s see that pretty face’.”

“Oh, that’s real fuckin’ rich.” Only then could you attempt stepping back, but he merely pulled you closer, flush against his chest.

“Stop,” Connie pressed. “C’mon, I know you miss me sometimes, huh?” He nuzzled the tip of your nose with his and the struggle not to smile was even harder. “C’mon, say it.” A small shake of your head. “No? Not even a little? Bull shit.”

He leaned in for a kiss and you tipped your head back out of his reach, no longer able to hide the smile. You batted your eyelashes at him and he suddenly grabbed the back of your neck to keep you still. “Such a dirty fuckin’ liar,” he rasped, and his mouth was on yours.

The beard was new, but he kissed just like you remembered. All sharp teeth, tugging for entry, tongue hot, slipping between your lips. He tasted of coffee and cigarettes, with a hint of whatever toothpaste he used that morning. You let a whimper escape, reaching to run your fingers through his damp hair, and he quickly moved to grab your ass with both hands. Pulled you snug against him to feel the crotch of his pants.

You forcibly shoved at his chest, tearing yourself from him before that escalated any further.

“Alright,” you winced, then pointedly glared at Connie. “You need to leave.”

A pout puckered his lips but there was nothing but smugness in his eyes as he rose to his full height. You rushed to yank the door back open just to be distracted.

“I’ll go, I’ll go,” he relented, practically sauntering past you out of the office. But he sent one last look over his shoulder, winking as he pulled his hood back up. “Only ‘cause I’ll be seein’ you later.”

Night fell, the shift ended, and you spent about an hour mopping the floors before locking up for the day. After leaving the mat, you simply had to make the first left around the building and into the partly lit alleyway where there was a lone metal door that opened to a one-story walk up to your apartment upstairs.

You believed him, of course. You just didn’t realize how soon that would be.

~

The stairway was suspiciously quiet; typically by this time Baba would be scratching at the door to the sounds of your footsteps, eagerly waiting for her nighttime walk.

You called for her as you opened the door with your keys, not realizing it was already unlocked. A single bark from the living room was the dog’s answer and you turned the corner, stopping in your tracks at the sight that welcomed you.

Connie was sprawled on your couch watching TV, barely even acknowledged your presence with Baba the Pitbull curled comfortably into his side.

The day you’d had left you with no strength to throw a fit. It was your fault for continually forgetting he still had a key to the apartment. Instead you dropped your things in the small vestibule, grateful he’d at least taken off his dirty shoes and wet hoodie. He remained unperturbed in his jeans and a white t-shirt.

“You take her out at least?”

He nodded, raising the remote to flick the channel. “Wasn’t a fan a’the rain, but she took a piss.”

“Thanks, but you can’t stay, y’know.” You went into the kitchen and flicked the lights on, opening up the fridge and cabinets to get a meal started. “Believe it or not I’m seeing someone… Got off work a little bit ago, he’ll be here any minute.”

“Who you seein’?” he called from across the room.

“No one you know,” you assured him. Jay was as opposite of Connie as one could get, purposefully so. He was shorter and stockier and worked a steady job in IT.

“You kiss other guys like that when you were seein’ me?”

The affront had resided in your mind all damn day. It still wasn’t beyond you that he probably had an ulterior motive that didn’t involve what was in his pants. And maybe it was too easy to give in to him anyway, but the fleeting moment felt good, you couldn’t lie about that. Connie simply knew just how to get under your skin, and at times it was easier to cope with than others. Now happened to be one of them.

Amused, you eyed him over the counter only to catch him getting up to come and join you in the kitchen. Jay also wasn’t the jealous type, unlike Connie, who valued loyalty to him likely more than anyone you’d ever met.

“And deal with the headache of you finding out? I don’t think so.”

He seemed satisfied by that, and started futzing around the kitchen, stalking behind you in each direction you moved to make it impossible to ignore him.  

“Tell him to fuck off,” he eventually said, a gentle directive.

“You fuck off,” you shot back, bent over to withdraw a big pot for the stove to whip up some pasta. “I appreciate you takin’ care of Baba, but I’ve had a long day, I’ve got dinner to cook, I’ve got comp-”

“I’ll cook you dinner,” Connie interrupted, his body hovering beside you, a warm palm on the small of your back.

“You’re gonna cook me dinner,” more a bold statement than a question as you cocked a brow at him, staring in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’ll cook you dinner.”

“Are you high?” You stood on the tips of your toes to inspect his eyes under the light. There was not a single instance in the time you’d known him that you could recall him ever cooking.

“Nah, you know that shit doesn’t work on me.” His expression was oddly earnest as he reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. “C’mon, let me cook for you.”

This line of doting was about as new as the beard on his face. You eyed him warily; if you hadn’t known him better, you would’ve thought he was being… Sweet?

But the thought was cut short as there was a resounding rapping on the door. You cursed out loud, and Baba shot up from her spot on the couch, woofing at the intruder.

“I told you!” you hissed, putting space back between you. “The hell am I supposed to do now?”

Connie shook his head like he’d already given the obvious answer, whispering back - “Tell him to fuck off!”

“You’re unbelievable!”

“I’ll fuckin’ tell him.”

“You absolutely will not.”

He rolled his eyes and the knocking started up again. You smacked his stomach and he threw his hands in the air. “Tell him you’re sick.”

“Seriously?”

“Tell him you’re sick right now or I’ll open the door and tell him my goddamn self.”

The directive wasn’t so gentle this time, and it tickled some crevice of nostalgia in your brain, and you knew then that you’d do exactly what he said. You still groaned nonetheless, running your hands over your face.

“Why do I always listen to you?” You whisper-yelled, narrowing your eyes when Connie dared to offer a wolfish grin. “Don’t you fuckin’ answer that.”

Another knock made you jump as you approached the door and gave yourself a shake, doing a quick rehearsal of what you’d say. One benefit of working in a laundromat all day and not showering immediately after meant you probably looked worse for wear anyway.

You nearly opened the door when you realized Connie was following close behind. More whisper-yelling ensued and you shoved him around the corner, glaring when he leaned back on the wall with clear intent to eavesdrop.

“Hey, sweetie, sorry,” you cooed when you finally cracked the door ajar. If you let it swing open, Jay would probably swoop right in. He looked so cute standing there in his work polo, much too tight for his college football stacked body. He carried a bag of takeout in hand, with a backpack slung over his shoulder and you started to feel the slightest bit guilty. “Sorry for making you wait.”

“Everything okay?” Jay asked in a deep baritone voice, appearing genuinely concerned. Even tried peering inside over your head.

“Yeah - well, uh - no, not really. I’m not feeling so great.”

“For real?” He pulled out his phone to check for any messages. “You should’a texted me. I would’ve brought soup instead of Five Guys.” Beside the door, Connie perked up at that.

“Aw, babe, that’s too sweet,” you crooned, pointedly ignoring him. “I think I’m just gonna call it a night though. Probably caught somethin’ at work or this fuckin’ rain, right? I don’t wanna give it to you.”

Jay visibly slumped, but you reasoned it could’ve had more to do with staring at a screen all day than the disappointment of you canceling. “You sure, babe? Let me at least go back and get you somethin’ else.”

Connie was mouthing something and you chanced a glance at him, only to start coughing when he hushed out - “Udon - Udon from down the block.”

“Sorry,” you apologized again. “Stupid television. But no, it’s fine, I’m sure I’ve got something to pick at here.”

“Shit,” he muttered, sucking on his teeth. “Aight, well how ‘bout I swing by tomorrow, check up on you, play Doc if you need.”

“That would be amazing, baby. Hit me up, okay?”

Jay leaned in as if to kiss you but you veered back, making a gross face, clearing your throat for good measure. He shook his head but offered a sheepish smile and a reluctant goodnight before trudging back down the stairs. You stood there watching, waiting for him to get down and out the door to the alley before locking up again, muttering curses under your breath as Connie pushed off from the wall.

“Constantine Nikas, so fuckin’ help me,” you dragged out his full name just to show how annoyed you were but he was too busy teasing you and Jay, wagging his brows suggestively as he pulled you into his arms.

“Oh baby, please, don’t be mad at me, baby..” You tried backing away from him but he only held on tighter, smooching loud kisses on your face for emphasis and you couldn’t keep from rolling your eyes even if you were laughing. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I’ll make it real good for you, baby, I promise.”

“You drive me crazy, y’know that?” you asked. But you were suddenly content with having turned Jay down for the night; annoyance ebbed away in waves, replaced with this playful sort of want in your limbs Connie was always able to draw out of you.

“Yeah,” he said, voice back to normal. His eyes ran over your body, one hand petting your hair as the other slid back and forth over your ribcage. His lips parted, jaw slackened, and you knew the expression all too well. “Yeah, I’m real trouble.”

You squealed when he scooped you up, wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you down the short hall toward your bedroom. The door slammed back against the wall, Connie blindly slapping around for the lightswitch before you both tumbled onto your bed.

Finesse had never been Connie’s strong suit, but you couldn’t knock his determination. Your hair caught in your shirt when he tore it off and it was a battle of arms between undressing and heavy kissing. There was flooding arousal in the scandal of it all; the dangerous ex you’d sworn yourself off of time and time again, nestling between your dutifully parted thighs as if he belonged there.

He had always been trim but you only ever felt small trapped under his frame, his strength surprising, pinning you down, one large hand on your tit stretching your bra until it screamed in protest, pinching your skin as it came undone.

Cheap tattoos littered his pale skin, so utterly Connie, and when you whined pathetically, he merely grinned. Sharp teeth raking over his bottom lip as he made work of removing your pants.

“You fuck him yet?” he rasped at you, voice hitching with each tug down your legs.

“Why, you wanna fuck him?”

“You see the size a’that guy?” Connie asked. Your pants were lost to the floor and he groaned at the sight of you, hiked your knee past his shoulder so he could drag his mouth along the meaty flesh of your thigh. “He would end up breakin’ me.”

“Like he breaks me?” you teased. And it was worth the flash of possessiveness in his gaze, a dark flicker of light in those grey eyes.

“S’that right?” There was a shift in his demeanor and suddenly a fist was in your hair, jerking at the nape of your neck so sharply, you yelped. In the same fell swoop, his other hand snaked beneath your underwear, fingers forcefully searching for purchase and he hummed at what he found. “That why you so wet for me right now?”

“Connie-” you were cut off as two long fingers sunk inside of you, deep, and curling just so that your lashes fluttered and your lips trembled.

“No, no, tell me,” he went on, hovering right above you. Close enough to kiss if it weren’t for the tight hold on your hair. A painful temptation as he started a quick pace, fingers wetly slicking in and out of your cunt, and your hips bucked at him. “Tell me how he does that, when you’re on your back here just for me.”

“Just for you,” you told him. Connie liked that, the feeling of ownership. He got off on having power over people regardless of circumstance, be it on the streets or in the bedroom. Enough so that he’d felt the need to etch the very word into the skin of his back.

The ego stroke eased his expression but not the unrelenting rhythm of his fingers; brutally pumping inside you, seeking to finish you hard and fast. Pearls of beaded sweat coated your temple as you felt a throb of coiled heat twist painfully sweet in your cunt. You grasped onto his forearm in some silent plea for relief. Eyes clenched shut, crying out when his thumb teased along your clit.

"Don't do that," Connie scolded, voice low. The fist in your hair loosed and his hand drifted over your throat. "Look at me. Let me see you."

You looked at him despite yourself, overtaken by the intensity of his stare, watching you react to him with bated breath. There was a gaping absence as he withdrew from you, soaked fingers slicking toward your clit, stimulating in heavy circles. “What you gonna do for me, huh?”

Any response you might’ve thought up died in your throat; Connie abruptly hastened, furiously rubbing the swollen nub with the pads of his fingers. You wheezed out his name, spine arching from the bed. It was too much too fast. It was agonizing pleasure clouding your senses, erupting harshly from the pit of your groin, only to leave you wailing as you came.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” It was a longtime habit of his, talking you through it. And his husky voice might’ve been soothing now if you hadn’t been hurting with oversensitivity. You pushed his hand away, instead pulled him close in effort to cradle his arm, grounding you as the orgasm pulsated your core.

"Look at you.. So pretty for me."  He nuzzled at your cheek, then your jaw, seeking. Claiming your lips in a bruising kiss that kept you breathless. His beard scratched your chin as he pried your mouth open, and you groaned weakly around his tongue.

You trembled underneath him as the kiss deepened. Marveled at how much your body craved his no matter how much time had passed. Wondered if his timing was purposeful that way; let you nearly forget the taste of him, the feel of his touch. Keep that ember glowing low so he could show up and stoke the fire in you whenever he pleased.

He was undoing his belt when he sat up. Made quick work of stripping from his jeans and boxers before sidling up close on his knees. Your underwear was an afterthought that he briskly removed before grabbing you by the hips. He stayed perched on his haunches and with one swift jerk you were flush against him, thighs parting wide for his cock to slip along your cunt.

It was the only part of him that wasn’t lean; that you would never forget. Anticipation thudded in your ribcage as Connie gripped himself. Smacked his cock against your clit, and you were still so sensitive, your whole body twitched.

“Gonna take it so good for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick, tattooed chest heaving at the contact. You wiggled yourself even closer with a quiet whine, and his lips parted into a sultry grin. “Knew you fuckin’ missed me.”

“You’re an asshole,” you snapped, followed by a yelp as he spanked your thigh.

“And you’re a fuckin’ dirty girl,” he sneered, then spat on your pussy. Completely unnecessary given how soaked you were, but it couldn’t be dwelled on. You were too overcome with lust, lifting your hips desperately to be filled.

There was no restraint to be spared when he snapped his hips, stuffing you to the brink with a throaty grunt. The stretch was dizzying, with no time to adjust before he reared back and slammed inside you once more. A new pace was set, rough and unforgiving, Connie’s hands drawn tight in vice grips around your waist.

He was never one to be gentle; it wasn’t in his nature. He preferred to linger on your body; to be felt for days. His thrusts were exacting and you simply had to endure the onslaught, even if it forced shrill sobs soaring from your lungs.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he grit out, heaved breath hitching with each forceful squelch of your cunt. Tousled hair fell into his face, but you could see his eyes blown wide, devouring your wanton display. A palm slid up your waist, stopping to cup a bouncing tit and his teeth bared in a breathless grin. “Just needed my cock, huh? Gonna cream all over me, baby?”

“Connie.” He could be so fucking filthy but you keened all the same, feeling your walls flutter around his thick cock, stretching, thrust after unyielding thrust.

You felt so full you could’ve wept when he pulled out, leaving you lewdly dripping after him. But with an almost tender twist of your nipple, Connie turned you over, hands pushy and demanding as he positioned you just how he wanted. His knees kept your thighs apart, spread eagle and ass in the air with one abrupt shove to pin you down on your chest.

You were throbbing again, needy and pushing back against him until his palm clapped across your ass. A wordless chastising that made you quiver, but a second later his cock sunk inside, impossibly deeper in a way that sent stars behind your vision.

The slap of his skin hitting yours steadily rose in time with another blooming orgasm, licking at the base of your spine, jolting your insides when his balls smacked your clit. Your moans grew hoarse, mouth hanging open on the rumpled blankets underneath you, saliva seeping into the cotton. All you could do was slur his name over and over, and Connie drove home harder, riled by the sound of it.

“C’mon, sweetheart, I wanna fuckin’ feel you.. Come on my cock, baby.” He reached down to snatch a harsh handful of your hair, and you thought you might be split in two. You were awash with incoherence, imploding pressure building in the depths of your belly and suddenly sharp teeth sank into the back of your neck. His bite gnawed into your skin and the stinging pain sent you over, deaf to your own volume, hips gyrating, only kept in place by Connie’s hold.

Utter drivel hissed from his mouth, sweaty forehead dug into your hairline. He spewed curses in your ear at the feel of your shuddering pussy, milking him before he followed suit. You took vindicated pleasure in the way he moaned, cock twitching heavily then dousing your walls with his cum. He lurched with one final thrust, so deep it hurt, filling you with his get.

His movements were lethargic as he straightened, hands on your ass, canting and parting your cheeks to watch his cock slide out. Connie groaned at the sight of you dribbling with his mess, and even with your back turned, you could swear his chest puffed with pride. You whimpered at the feel of his fingers, but he softly hushed you.

“I got you, I got you,” he promised, and his fingertips gently trailed your slit, feather light along your glistening heat. “Fuck.”

And just as you were about to relax, he drew his hand back and brought his palm down across you in one swift spank.

“Con’!” you squeaked, throat scratchy with exertion. But he was chuckling, shit-eating grin back on his face when he collapsed next to you.

“You still fuckin’ like that shit.” He turned to his side, arm snaking around your waist, and your limbs felt heavenly once you stretched out alongside him. Besides the fucking, you were suddenly reminded of your favorite parts of him, the rare soft spots. The vulnerable side he often refused to acknowledge; that pecked the tip of your nose, touch affectionate on your skin. “Don’t lie to me again.”

You pushed his hair back from his face, swallowing down the skip of your heart from the true smile that reached his eyes. He could be handsome if he wanted to be, too. It was lucky for you that he didn’t.

“Shave that thing off and get back to me.” He appeared confused at first, but then you covered his mouth with your hand and proceeded to pet the coarse facial hair. “You tryin’ to look tough or somethin’?”

“That is incredibly rude. How’d you like it if I talked smack on how you look-”

You cut off his whining. Climbed on top of him and kissed him. It was draining to do so; you could only imagine how sore you would be tomorrow. And there was exhaustion in him alike, a strained rumble resounded in his chest as you nibbled and flicked your tongue at the seam of his lips.

He was just beginning to return the fervor when you pulled back, breathing heavy. Used the new position to reach over the bed and collect his shirt. Connie pouted when you put it on, tried coaxing a grip around your calf as you climbed off and excused yourself to the bathroom.

Repercussions were tomorrow you’s problem, you decided as you plopped on the toilet. Face in hands, you couldn’t help but laugh at yourself, feeling buzzed at what just occurred in the bedroom. A new perk in owning a laundromat - you could discreetly wash the sheets well before you even had to consider what to do about Jay.

“Sweetheart… Could I borrow some money?”

There it was.

You rolled your eyes as you flushed the toilet, briefly pausing at the mirror to fix the disaster that was your hair.

“Yeah, sure.”

Connie was in his boxers perched at an open window smoking a cigarette when you returned. Stared at you long enough to shrug at him in question.

“‘Yeah, sure’, that’s it?”

You approached him to steal a few drags of your own before spreading out on the bed; a taunting display in nothing but his t-shirt. You practically simpered at him. “Consider me prepared, got my own ‘Connie Rainy Day Fund’. I’ll take that over one a’them schemes you pull.”

He huffed in a way to suggest he could've been offended, but eventually the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk. He stabbed out the cigarette and came to stand before you, gaze lidded in a way that had you thinking he might be contemplating a second round.

“You staying or going?”

Connie climbed onto the bed, crawling the short distance to straddle your legs, hands set above your shoulders. You couldn’t help but squirm, imposing as he was, his face shadowed under the cropped curtain of dark hair. Soft spots be damned.

But his response was less intimidating.

Morning came and you woke alone, Baba the only other company in the apartment. This was unsurprising, and more importantly unoffensive. You’d known Connie far too well for far too long to be surprised at his bailing.

“I’ll get us breakfast in the morning.”

~

He’d gotten what he wanted, after all. Your body and your cash.

The savings for him wasn’t a lie; you preferred to be prepared where he was concerned; no amount was asked for or disclosed, he’d find out when he truly needed it and however many months down the road when he’d need it again.

It would remain unspoken that you hated to think what he and his brother would resort to when desperate.

After a quick - still rainy walk with Baba, you took a hot shower; sheets already tumbling away in the machines downstairs. It was just like any other day, after a strange blip of overnight bouts of unfettered sex. Nothing you wouldn’t sort out until -

“God fucking dammit, Constantine,” you swore at your reflection.

In the throes of passion, you’d completely forgotten about the clamp of his teeth on your neck, now aligned in a bright purple on your freshly bathed skin. This was a problem, this had to be explained and you felt like a teenager, already trying to think of ways to hide it or cover it up. You would have to just… abstain from getting physical with the guy you were dating.

And maybe the fucker intended that.

The train of thought was interrupted when you started at the sound of your front door swinging open. Baba barked and whimpered and you stuck your head out of the bathroom, only to balk at Connie kicking off his shoes in the vestibule.

“Easy, easy, girl. Off.” Your traitor dog still loved him, no matter how many times he walked out that door. “That’s a good girl, off. Good.”

He noticed you down the hall, frozen in the doorway of your bedroom, watching in complete shock. His own expression was unreadable. That would be unspoken too, what you both knew you’d been thinking about his absence that morning.

“Breakfast,” Connie announced, raising the takeout bags in his hands. He rifled around through one of them, searching for something. “Got the extra hashbrowns just how you like, but they didn’t have any chocolate milk.” He found what he was after and pulled out a chocolate brown bottle, gave the Hershey’s syrup an enticing shake before disappearing into the kitchen.

You picked your jaw up from the floor. This was fine. No big deal. Surely, he'd be gone after breakfast.

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[seal-writes-stuff]

SFW Alphabet - Connie Nikas

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, NSFW mentions

Summary: All in the title!

A/N: Hi everyone! I’ve been working on this one for a while, so I’m glad to finally share it with you. Hope you enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Connie's affectionate, but in a more discreet way. He shows his love through teasing; Connie's not good at expressing his emotions, so this feels safe for him.

It’s either that or doing stuff for you. Connie likes feeling useful and wants you to feel pampered.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship is… Let’s just say “chaotic". He’s the kind of friend who’s down for anything, but he’s also the kind of friend who assumes that you’re down for anything as well. Even though you’ve known each other since high school, Connie always finds a way to surprise you with some of his ideas.

At the same time, Connie’s the kind of friend who’s always ready to hear you out, regardless of the circumstances. You treasure the time you’ve spent together. He’s the guy you’ve made your fondest memories with.

The hardest part is to not confess your feelings for each other by accident.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Connie likes to play tough. He’s spent a big part of his life in the world where open vulnerability was a sign of weakness, which makes it hard for him to be truly intimate with other people. That said, cuddles from him are a sign of love and trust; he craves your touch, even though he does his best to hide it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You've had your doubts, but Connie is surprisingly good at cooking and cleaning. He's not an expert, but he's got the basics covered since he had to care for his brother and sometimes his grandma pretty much his entire life. Connie still orders takeout whenever he can though - in his mind, it's easier and has less bad memories attached.

And as for settling down… For Connie, it's been nothing but a distant dream for a long time, so he's hesitant. Still, it happens organically: he hangs out at your place so much that one day he just kinda lives here, and neither of you would have it any other way.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

As horrible as it sounds, he'd probably just disappear. Connie wouldn't be able to stomach outright breaking up with you, especially if it happened because he’s gotten in some deep shit again and wanted to keep you safe. He'd leave and push all the thoughts about it as far as possible, hoping you could forgive him one day.

Connie would try to convince himself it's the best, the only decision he could make, even if he regrets it forever.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Connie has a… Complicated relationship with commitment. He’s not even scared of it, he simply doesn’t consider himself a good person, so he doesn’t want to subject you to a lifetime of misery in his company.

But even then, Connie would agree to marry you in a heartbeat. He still wouldn’t understand why you’re doing this, but hey, who is he to question you?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Let’s be real, Connie’s pretty clueless when it comes to real, genuine emotional intimacy. He wants you to feel good, to feel safe and content the way he does with you, but he doesn’t know how to do it. So Connie’s as gentle as he can be with you, but there’s still a lot to learn.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

When it’s just the two of you, Connie hugs you often. First of all, it allows him to be close to you – something Connie desperately wishes for, as much as he likes to pretend otherwise. Second of all, hugs are perfect way to rile you up pretty much without doing anything. All in all, it’s an absolute win in his eyes.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A week or two into your relationship. For Connie, the L-word doesn’t hold the same significance that it does for other people. He loves you, he wants you to know that he loves you, so why the hell should he wait any longer? You’re shocked and flatter – but you accept it, of course.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Connie gets jealous a lot, even though he doesn't always act on it. In Connie’s mind, it’s just another reminder that you could do better than him, maybe even that you should. No matter how much you remind Connie that you wouldn’t want anyone but him, the shitty feeling is always lingering. Not only that, he doesn’t have a lot of healthy outlets for his jealousy either; so while Connie never takes it out on you, “the threat” he perceives another person to be is a different story.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Most of the time his kisses are mischievous and teasing. As I’ve mentioned before, this man loves to rile you up and the way he kisses you very much reflects that. The other type of Connie’s kisses, however, is all but reserved for special occasions; they’re slow and soothing, as if he’s telling you everything is going to be alright.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Connie’s pretty good with kids – and it’s not even that surprising, considering he’s had a lot of practice from a very young age. Granted, Connie might be awkward at first, but his skills come back to him soon enough.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Two words: he’s asleep. As in, absolutely out of it. Connie’s sleeping schedule is erratic, mostly depending on when his schemes are taking place, so he takes his sweet time in the morning. Still, you always take a moment to peck him on the cheek before heading off to work.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Since Connie’s usually up all night, he loves being by your side. It doesn’t even matter what you’re doing – going on the most extravagant date ever or lying in bed, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. You’re together and it’s all that matters for him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Connie doesn't like to talk about his past. It feels embarrassing and unnecessary for him, so he'd rather just not do it at all. You assure him over and over that you'd accept him no matter how much or little he reveals, but there's always this persistent doubt in his mind that Connie can't quite shake. So he'd definitely reveal things slowly, if ever at all.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Even though Connie can get agitated when things go really wrong, he’s pretty chill in his everyday life. Besides, he tries to be gentle with you – you’re all he has, so he’d hate to scare you away.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a lot of things about you, to the point it's almost unnerving. Connie's always observing you a lot when you are together - not out of malice, you just fascinate him. The details kind of get stuck in his head as a result.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The two of you had a plenty of memorable moments in your relationship, but Connie’s favorite is the pillow talk you’ve had after your first time together. He still remembers you tracing his tattoos with a sweet smile on your face, whispering how much you love him over and over again. It wasn’t even about sex, he just couldn’t get over how gentle and intimate that was.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Connie’s pretty protective. Everything he’s been through in his life made him paranoid, so he wants you to be okay, always. And if something, anything would get in a way of that, Connie would go to great (and sometimes illegal) lengths to get rid of it. Nothing is too much if it means keeping you safe.

On the other hand, Connie wouldn’t want you to protect him. Hell, he wouldn’t even want you to know that he’s ever in danger in the first place. Your love is enough of a protection for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Most of the time Connie doesn’t have a lot of money to spend – something he’s painfully aware of. That said, he still tries his best to make you feel special. Connie’s so happy to have a person who accepts him with all of his flaws, so he wants you to always remember how much he appreciates you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Connie lies a lot – about the most mundane things, too. If you pressed him, he wouldn’t even be able to tell you why he does it. Connie tries to stop for your sake but he just can’t help it sometimes; lying got him out of a lot shady situations in the past, so nowadays it’s a pattern he can’t quite break.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really. Connie's always seen his body as a tool for doing things, so he doesn't care about his appearance very much. He's surprised every time you start gushing over how hot and beautiful he is (and he's also insanely flustered, but he'd never tell you that).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You're his home - and, let's be honest, a moral compass - in a lot of ways. Connie wouldn’t know what to do with himself without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Connie pretends to be annoyed about it, but seeing you in his clothes actually means everything to him. For Connie it’s very sweet and domestic; another way to say that you love him, that you want to share your life with him. He’s more than ready to sacrifice any of his hoodies for that feeling.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Connie bends, if not outright breaks, the rules a lot, however that may manifest. So he probably wouldn’t date someone who’s not okay with that. He also wouldn’t be with someone who insists on knowing everything about his life and/or his family right off the bat. It’s a whole mess Connie himself isn’t ready to unpack.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Connie's a heavy sleeper: he goes to bed pretty late, but once he’s out, he’s out. He also holds you like his life depends on it – and you hold him too, glad to spending every night in his arms.

#connie nikas #connie nikas x reader #connie nikas imagine #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson imagine #good time #good time 2017 #seal writes

[the-house-of-auditore-frye]

Okay so ever since I watched Good time, I have been obsessed with this scene - HIS LAUGH IS SO ADORABLE!

So if anyone writes a Connie Nikas x reader fic where the reader teases Connie about the cute thing he does where he bites his tongue, please tag me 👀

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[darling-i-read-it]

Back Seat

Connie Nikas x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, robbery, police chase

Author’s Note: was he a walking red flag? yes. is red my favorite color? 😏

Requested: by anon, ok ok ok so connie x reader kinda inspired by the song “back seat” by saweetie. so like they’re on the run together and steal a car and the rush from it and seeing him do these things turns her on and so they take it to the back seat lol (you know i gotta get nsfw for my mans🥵) (also the batman drunk hcs were so cute thank you☺️☺️☺️)

Summary: the request!

Song: Back Seat by Saweetie

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You were breathing deeply. You could feel the coolness of the brick wall through your shirt. You glanced feverishly at the door, holding a gun under your large puffy jacket. You closed your eyes briefly then forced them open again as the adrenaline of the moment threatened to take over. Connie wouldn’t let you go inside because he needed a look out. He couldn’t figure out how fast the police were going to get here and if they got here any sooner than he thought he would need you to run in and grab him to go out the back.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears. Your arm was shaking. You thought this was a bad idea but if it wasn’t you it was gonna be Nick. You were just happy he was safe back at the shitty apartment you were renting for the month.

Finally the door flew open.

“Go, go, go,” Connie was saying before he even opened the door. You rushed forward, running after him. You tugged the bandana over your nose even more as you ran, shoving the hood down over your eyes. He had the money in the bag by his side, shuffling against his hip. You watched it intently as he made a turn.

He came to a halt in front of the car you had parked on the side of the building.

“It’s fucking locked up,” he said in awe.

“What?” You shoved around him and saw that it was chained to the parking meter. “Fuck. Fuck!” You turned around. No one was following you yet but in a second they would be. You had to be gone before the police arrived. “What are we-” you started but Connie was already moving. He tossed the duffle bag to you, which you caught, and then broke the window of the car directly behind yours. Your lips parted in awe as he opened up the driver door. He leaned over and unlocked the passenger door for you. You hopped in, tossing the money in the back.

He leaned over under the steering wheel, breaking something. You glanced back at the street and saw people were starting to come around the corner.

“Con…”

The car came to life. He hit the dashboard and you let out a long excited laugh. He took off the parking brake, put the gear into drive and pulled out, squealing onto the street. You turned back around and saw that you were leaving them in the dust. Your heart was beating so fast, the blood rushing to your head. You turned quickly to Connie who was breathing just as hard as you were, looking back to the street.

“Are we losing them?” he asked. You were quiet for a moment, staring at him as his eyes moved back and forth to the street behind and in front of the car. After a moment his head stopped on you. “Y/N?” You swallowed hard.

“Yeah. They’re gone.”

You drove in excited, adrenaline filled silence for about five minutes until you were positive you had lost the police. Finally you turned to him. Your chest rose and fell deeply.

“Con?”

“Yeah?” he breathed. He glanced over. He knew that look in your eyes. Before you were even able to say anything he was pulling over onto the side of the street, into an abandoned alleyway. He turned the car off. You reached forward as he moved eagerly to you, lips crashing together.

Fueled by adrenaline and the look of his hands starting this car and the feel of his hair under your fingers you eagerly kissed each other. You tried to climb over the middle counsel and then attempted to climb over each other but eventually came to the conclusion you needed to get in the backseat.

You kept your lips together as you backed up into the backseat. You fell over the bag and then tossed it onto the ground as he climbed on top of you. You leaned against the window and he was on top of you. You could feel the heat of his body pressed against yours. You clawed at his clothes. He wasn’t a great kisser but he moved his lips down your neck, kissing every inch available skin. You breathed out harshly as he shoved your pants down so he had easy access to you. The cold air surprised you but then his lips were back on yours and you couldn’t think about anything else.

“Con-”

“Uh huh.” He was already hard from the adrenaline itself, now he just wanted to be inside you. He looked at your face and you nodded and then he did it. Mixed moans sounded in the stolen car. He put his hand behind your head and thrusted. You gasped, lips parted, eyes wide.

And then he was moving even faster, not waiting for you to adjust. Sounds of skin against skin flooded the small space and you gripped each other so tightly as though you would slip away.

“Connie!” you gasped. He kissed you eagerly, lips moving up and down with each thrust. You kissed him and felt him shaking above you. With his last thrust he sent you off as well and you were both shaking. When you opened your eyes again you saw that the window had fogged up. You moved your eyes back to his and giggled. “I can’t believe we did that,” you whispered.

“I can.” He backed out of you and rebuckled his pants. You shimmied your pants back up despite the innate desire to kiss him again. You sat up straight, the duffle bag under your feet. “I think I love you.”

“I think I love you too,” you said, not missing a beat. You were about to kiss him again when there was a knock on the window. You jumped, turning to the side. There was a flashlight against the window. You rolled it down.

“What are you two doing?” an officer asked. The worry came back to your heart, all arousal gone.

“Just hanging around officer,” you said kindly. You leaned forward to get a good look at him. He was a young officer. Probably just tasked to make sure you weren’t doing drugs.

“We got a new baby at home. Trying to get a breather, ya know,” Connie said, leaning forward over you, flashing a toothy smile. The officer moved the flashlight aside a bit so you could see his face. He nodded slowly.

“I know the feeling. I got two myself. How old?”

“Eight weeks,” you said, letting out a sigh. “It’s been…pretty bad.”

“I imagine.” He nodded and put down his flashlight completely. “You two try and get home soon. Babies that young need their parents.” You nodded quickly.

“Thank you for checking officer,” you said earnestly. Connie nodded in agreement, waved and then closed the window as the officer walked off. You turned to him, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God we don't’ have a kid,” he muttered.

“We might with the stunt you just pulled,” you teased, nudging him. “Let’s get the fuck home.”

“Fucking lets.”

#connie nikas x reader #connie nikas imagines #good time imagines #robert pattinson x reader

[fucnhg-slee-p]

Food fights

Robert Pattinson x reader

Prompt: rob sucks at cooking and it gets messy

Warnings: horribly written smut and a bunch of fluff

A/n: this is purely for entertainment

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Every once in a while robert would try to cook dinner, full well knowing he was not good at it whatsoever but his effort is what really mattered. Sometimes whatever he made would actually work out the way he had hoped and would be shockingly delicious. Regardless of how it tasted you still ate whatever he made, laughing over it together.

Tonight was one of those nights where he was feeling experimental and wanted to try cooking something he hadn’t tried making before. He found a recipe for vegetable lasagna recently and decided tonight was the night to cook it. While he was preparing you decided to bake brownies

You silently worked in the kitchen together for a while before he started giggling. “I- i really have no idea what I’m doing here” he was making the noodles from scratch for god knows what reason. “Do you need some help?” You giggled. “No I’ve got it covered, love”. He always wanted to do it on his own. “Let me know if you change your mind” you said returning your focus to your batter.

“Aha! I did it” He had eventually got something that at least looked like lasagna noodles. The kitchen was a disaster and he was covered in flour. “What’s the next step?” You asked. “Now i layer it i think” he said washing his hands. You hummed in response and finished putting on your oven mitts to put the brownie pan into the oven. He walked up to you slowly and gave you a small kiss as he dipped his finger into the batter, instead of eating it like you thought he would, he rubbed it on your cheek. You gasped “rob! Ew” you both laughed. You retaliated by copying his actions and rubbing some batter on his face, then proceeded to put your mitts back on and put the pan in the oven.

He then got some of his vegetable sauce and splashed it on you “robert! You’re wasting the food!” You grimaced and wiped off as much as you could “this is disgusting”. He just laughed “fine. If thats how you wanna do this.” You grabbed the cooking oil and poured it on his head. Your smug look faltering into laughter. He got the bag of flour and dumped it on you, you picked up handfuls of it from the floor and threw it at him.

The laughter abruptly stopped When the oven beeped indicating that the brownies were done, you both looked over to the oven with wide eyes, then back to each other, laughing again. Both of you were covered in all kinds of food at this point. The lasagna wasnt even in the oven yet.

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Both of you sitting on the kitchen floor eating brownies, covered in everything that was in the kitchen. waiting for the lasagna to finish cooking you smelled a burnt smell “rob? What’s that smell” you said as you took a bite of your brownie. “Uh..i think its the lasagna” he quickly got up and opened the oven, smoke flying out. “Get the oven gloves!” He coughed. You quickly handed them to him “didn’t you set a timer?”

“..no” he coughed again. You laughed.

The food finally cooled down so you put it into plates and sat at the table. “I hope all this mess was worth it” you laughed and took a bite of the completely burned mess. The only taste it had was char, absolutely no flavor otherwise. You hummed “nope” you both started laughing and ate what you could of it, I’m sure it actually would have been decent if not for it being a chunk of charcoal.

You cleaned the kitchen together pretty quickly considering how messy it was. “Ok so who’s showering first?” You asked. “I was thinking me, definitely” he said with a straight face

“i was actually thinking it should be me..” you gave each other a look and both ran to the bathroom while taking your clothes off as fast as you could before the other. You made it there first turning the water on as robert got there. “I’m going first!” He moved you out of the way to get in. “No! I am” you tried moving him but he picked you up and got in the shower with you in his arms. he let you down but still held you, The demeanor in the room changed as you sat in each other’s arms under warm water. “I love you, liz” he stated softly, staring into your eyes. Grabbing the soap and turning so that you were more under the water. “I love you too”. He started washing your back and you hugged him, for one to help him reach your back but also it just felt right to hold onto him tighter, Your head buried into his chest.

You washed each other silently for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. He kissed your forehead, then your cheek he littered your whole face with kissed until he finally kissed your mouth, one chaste kiss. Then another, and another, and then he kissed you again but this time it lasted longer and felt more intimate, he eventually pulled away breathless

You both sighed in content, smiling at each other. he leaned down and started kissing your neck softly.

You ran one hand down his chest as he continued, your other hand winding itself into his hair, you whimpered slightly as he moved down your collar bone, he suddenly stopped and reached behind you, turning the water off and grabbing a towel.

After you both dried off you got out and headed into your shared bedroom. You got into bed and he followed, he pulled you into him and held you in his arms. “I’m glad we cooked today” he sighed happily. You smile, pulling yourself up to look at him “me too” you said, leaning in to kiss him. It started off soft and slow until he moved so that you were under him, deepening the kiss in the process.

He ran his right hand up and down your torso gently as he moved his mouth to your neck again, you moaned as he kissed the same spot from before, now slightly sore with a hint of a bruise starting to form. His hand found its place on your breast, squeezing gently as he lowered his mouth to replace hand, now using his left on your other breast as he licked your nipple softly, then blowing on it for a moment and sucking it as he continued to massage the other.

“Rob” you whimpered, desperate for more as he worked you up. “Yes, love?” he pulled away from your chest with a smirk, knowing exactly what you wanted. “I need you” you whispered.

“Soon, darling. I’m not done playing with you” he teased and he moved lower down your body. His breath fanning over you. So close. His lips grazing over where you needed him. He kissed your thigh, drawing this out as much as possible, leaving marks along where he kissed.

“Please” you begged. He quickly obliged as he kitten licked along your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and sucking gently, then inserting two fingers inside of you, “you’re soaked, baby.” He smiled “is that all for me?” He asked as he leaned back into you and started working his tongue again. “All for you” you moaned out.

You were so close, he could tell by the desperation in your moans and whimpers, and by the way you were clenching around his fingers. He pulled away just before you came and you whined at the loss of his touch.

He was back to your mouth, he kissed you softly, He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours as he lined himself up with your entrance. “I love you so much” he whispered and kissed your forehead. You held his face “i love you more” your sentence ended with a soft moan as He entered you.

His pace was slow and steady. It felt so intimate. Neither of you wanted it to end, you felt like you were in a bubble. You kissed him and ran your hands down his back.

“I’m close” you moaned. “Me too. come with me” he whispered as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, his pace getting faster and sloppy. You reached your climax together, his cum filling you. you sat in each other’s embrace for a moment, Catching your breath.

Eventually he pulled himself off of you and got a towel to clean you both up. “That was wonderful”.

he hummed in response “its always wonderful” he smiled.

He put the towel away and got back into bed pulling you into his arms as you both fell asleep.

#Robert Pattinson x reader #robert pattinson #Batman #edward cullen #twilight #connie nikas #rpattz #cedric diggory x reader #Cedric diggory #Harry Potter #hp

[neilswife]

if anyone wants to be friends dm me plzzzzz i need ppl to talk abt rob to!!! hahahah also if u just wanna talk i’m here too 💗💗💗💗

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[whats-rambled-rambled]

Come as you are

Neil x Reader

warnings: I honestly don’t know how reading this will affect the finale of Smoke&Mirrors. If you want to experience the original story the way it was intended to be from the start, you can wait with reading this tiny bit until after part 6 comes out. (soon-ish?)

author’s note: my dearest friend @connie-nikas​ told me she was curious what was going on inside Neil’s head during that little moment in part 5, and I was more than happy to show her. And then I thought that maybe more of you would like to see it. 

So here it goes. 

As I said in the warnings - it might be spoiler-y...but is it though? 

The song for this one: Prep School - Come as you are

Enjoy! Let me know what you think?

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...just you and him, focused on each other, too awestruck to make the next move.

Your lit-up eyes are usually enough for him to lose a train of thought, but something in the way you look at him now felt different. It’s so....soft? And then the way you brush that strand from his forehead… fingers running further through his hair... he expects the mood to switch any second now. A snarky comment, a wicked grin, anything from the usual repertoire. And when there is none, he searches your eyes, trying to find any clue about what is happening. But as your attentive fingers wander through his features slowly, he is struggling to keep his feelings at bay. He wants to do something, anything, but suddenly that moment is too precious to risk scaring you off. And your smile. Jesus, how could you give him such a fond smile? 

And then your gentle hands cupping his face. He tenses, because what if--...? But you press your forehead to his, and he scolds himself for a second of hope. He can’t help but pull you to him. As he wonders how you could feel so close and yet so far away, his fingers comb through your hair and slide lower to your neck, gliding over that little place below your ear where his lips touched you for the first time. Seems like ages ago. And then he hears your small sigh, which he knows was also there at that time in the locker room, but you were too proud to let it out back then. 

He closes his eyes to tune out the memories flooding his brain, to focus on the moment, on you being in his arms. And then you nuzzle him and it takes all his self-control not to kiss you right now. But he respects you too much to violate your boundaries and your trust in him. So instead, he follows you; trying to convey all the things he is unable to say in that little motion when he brushes his nose along yours slowly. 

If you touched his chest right then, you would feel his heart pounding heavily, but your fingers move to his lips and his mind goes blank. As your fingertips trace his mouth, a series of images flashes before his eyes. The look on your face when you slammed him against the wall. Your vacant stare after opening up to him. The trust in your eyes as he was about to pull the trigger. Your hand on his. Calling him by his name for the first time. 

And then your fingers leave his lips and his heart clenches painfully. 

…maybe you will never want anything more than this. And maybe he isn’t enough. 

He sees the confusion in your eyes. 

Suddenly, everything feels like too much. He reaches for your hand and pulls it away. Even though it kills him inside. But he’s afraid, because what if you continue and someone gets hurt. And he can’t stand the thought of losing this. 

Losing you.

He realizes his mistake the second he hears it.

��See you tomorrow, blondie.”

#neil tenet #neil tenet x reader #neil x reader #tenet #robert pattinson #neil tenet fanfiction #neil tenet imagine #tenet fanfiction #smoke & mirrors

[buttercup--bee]

Robert Pattinson

Minors DNI; Crossed names have yet to be written; Requests are closed;

Bruce Wayne

Heavy Heart to Carry (Series)

Neil

Connie Nikas

Covet

Jacob Jankowski

Thomas Howard/Ephraim Winslow

Monte

Cedric Diggory

Guidance 

Henry Costin

Eric Packer

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[seal-writes-stuff]

Patching Up

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: swearing, implied violence, some mentions of smut, Connie and Y/N being assholes to each other but in a loving way

Summary: Connie’s hurt, so you do everything you can to help him out.

A/N: Inspired by this post (thank you @the-house-of-auditore-frye once again I swear I’m working on your request) and, of course, by That One Scenario I’m Obsessed With™. Hope you enjoy!

You wake up, still groggy and confused, when you hear the noise coming from the bathroom. The night makes everything sound volumes louder than it should: shampoo bottles falling over, rustling in the mirror cabinet, someone cursing under their breath…

For a few moments, you’re absolutely terrified. Is that it? Should you call the cops? Holy shit, what if-

That’s when your rational thinking kicks in. No, you’re not getting robbed, it’s just your boyfriend.

Home at last.

You get out of bed with a groan, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Why didn’t he slip in your bed like he always does? Something must’ve happened. Did he decide to dye his hair in the middle of the night again? Or-

None of that matters, however. Your train of thought comes to a screeching halt when you open the bathroom door.

Connie, who’s indeed rummaging through the mirror cabinet, turns to you with an awkward smile. It melts your heart the way it always does, yet the moment your eyes adjust to the light you immediately notice all the small cuts littering his face. The final touch, however, is what seems to be the dried blood under his nose.

‘Jesus fucking Christ’ is the only more or less coherent thing that comes to mind.

“Hey, babe,” he raises his hand to give you a little wave, but winces in pain halfway through. “I know it look bad, but-”

“Okay, no,” you shake your head. “Take your hoodie off.”

“Look, if you want to undress me-”

“Christ, Nikas, you’re unbearable sometimes,” reaching under the sink, you pull out a box that’s been serving as a first aid kit for quite a while. “Comply or else.”

And comply he does. In one swift motion, Connie gets out of his hoodie before throwing it on the ground, settling at the edge of the bathtub. You take a look at the giant bruise on his shoulder – and, in spite of the situation’s severity, linger for a second to check out his tattoos.

Most of the time, Connie isn’t too keen on showing them to you for some reason. Right now he doesn’t seem to care.

“Shit, that doesn’t look good,” you put the box in the sink for now and lift his arm carefully. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah, not really.”

“Great. Arnicare it is.”

The next few minutes are silent. Connie’s touches send shivers down your spine, distracting you a bit. Still, you apply the gel softly, careful not to hurt him.

“Hey, Y/N, is that-is that my t-shirt?”

It takes you a moment to understand what he’s talking about. He’s right, though – it is his t-shirt, repurposed as your pajamas. In your defense, how could you resist? After all, it’s so comfortable and smells like him.

“Don’t you mean our t-shirt?”

“No I don’t! I haven’t seen it in months.”

“Honestly, that sounds like your problem,” your heart swells with warmth as he laughs in response. “I can give it back if you wa-”

“Nah, keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Your face heats up. The feeling is so sweet that you wish you could tuck it away somewhere safe, taking it out when you aren’t doing so well. But even then, there’s something weighting heavy on your mind.

Ask him, it says. You should ask him.

“Can you please tell me what happened?”

The silence hangs in the air for a few moments. A few moments longer than you’d like.

“I mean, do you, like… Really want to know?”

“Jesus… Okay, is everything alright? No criminal charges and all that shit?”

“Well, my ego’s crushed,” Connie pretends to wipe a single tear in a dramatic gesture. “But that’s it.”

“Great. Awesome. The bar is on the floor, you know that, right?”

“And you still love me, huh?”

“Yeah, that one’s on me,” you give your work one last look-over before grabbing the wet wipes. “Alright, now onto…”

“The best part,” Connie wiggles his eyebrows in what’s supposed to be subtle seduction. You roll your eyes with a smile.

“Wow, you’re real humble. Although you know what, yeah, the best part,” you remove the dried blood from his face gently. “Give it to the prettiest boy in New York.”

“Prettiest? I thought you were with me for my money, not for my- Ow!” he winces. You pull away immediately.

“Fuck. Sorry, babe.”

“Nah, nah, I’m good. Keep going.”

You nod, continuing – gentler this time. After you finish, you slowly press on the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, does this hurt?”

“I don’t think it’s broken.”

“Sweet. You’re a lucky dude, y’know?”

“O-o-oh, totally,” he leans forward to pepper your face in quick kisses. You giggle, pressing your lips to his.

“Stop, I’m not done yet!” you move away and look at his face again, frowning, “Okay, that, uh, that’s gonna sting. I’ll be quick, I swear, but-”

“It’s alright. Do your thing”.

You nod, dabbing at the cuts carefully. Connie doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his breath hitch from time to time. You mutter soft, hushed apologies as he keeps tracing imaginary patters on your back.

It’s okay. It’s all forgiven.

“Okay, a-a-and… There. All done.”

“You’re an angel,” Connie wraps his hands around you, resting his head against your body. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Y’know. For being a piece of shit.”

“You aren’t a piece of shit, c’mon,” you run your fingers through his hair, placing a kiss on top of his head. “I love you. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He hums in response, tightening the hug. After a few moments, a few moments of quiet bliss, Connie pulls away first, looking you in the eyes.

“Well,” he rests his palms on your hips with a smirk. “Now we can go to bed and-”

“Now you can take a shower, ya nasty. Everything else comes after that.”

“Wow. Do I stink or something?”

“I didn’t say that! I just have standards, y’know? Hygiene first, banging later.”

“You’re so romantic.”

“And you still love me, huh???”

Connie snorts with laughter, so of course you can't help but giggle as well, feeling the warmth spread through you. For a moment, your eyes linger on his lips, longer than they should. He notices that and smirks.

“What?”

“Oh my God, you’re so cute.”

“I… Huh? Cute?”

“Yeah! You do that thing with your mouth when you laugh, and – okay, it’s cute, fuck off.”

He blinks a few times, confused.

“That thing with my mouth.”

“You know,” you hold the tip of your tongue between your teeth for a second. “Like this! You’ve never noticed?”

“I, uh,” Connie looks away, heavy blush coating his face. A rare sight; you drink it in with gusto, savoring it like fine wine. “You’re just making shit up. That’s slander.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. That makes you even cuter, just so you know.”

“Alright, that’s enough, come here-”

Turns out you were right – this night is going to be way longer than you first thought, it seems. You don’t mind at all.

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Hi😁 Could I please request an fluffy imagine (or headcanons if you prefer) for Connie Nikas where he develops a crush on Nick's psychiatrist? Like she's really good with Nick so when Connie barges in and sees Nick comfortably laughing around this beautiful psychiatrist, he's caught off guard because he believes he's the only one who knows what's best for Nick? (Cue passive aggressive Connie😂)

Therapeutic

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: F!Reader, swearing, mentions of violence, implied neglect, a dash of general angst

Summary: Connie tries to save his brother, but does he really need saving? And if not, then who does?

A/N: @the-house-of-auditore-frye Your mind, YOUR MIND! Thank you so much for the idea, it’s been a pleasure to write this. As always, my inbox is open, feel free to request stuff. Hope you enjoy!

“Excuse me” Connie barges in the room with the conviction of a man who knows that what he’s doing is right, “Are you Y/N-”

The rest of the sentence dies in his throat before it even has a chance to come out. Going here, Connie kept picturing a scene he was sure he would see: his brother in some depressing room, upset to the point of crying, with a shrink hitting him over the head with the same questions again and again. Checking Nick into outpatient was their grandma’s last attempt to fuck Connie over, no doubt about it. Take one person in the world he cares about and throw him in the hands of a cold, uncaring institution.

But Connie wouldn’t just let it happen. He’d pull his brother away from it, take him home, save him like Connie always did. If he can’t even do that, what good is he for?

 “That’s me” you give him a polite, if confused, smile, “I’m sorry, do-“

“Connie!” Nick turns around, greeting him with a little wave. At any other time that would make Connie’s heart melt. Right now, however, he’s just baffled.

Is Nick laughing?

“Oh, you must be Constantine!” you say in a cheerful voice, as if you couldn’t be happier to see him here, “I’ve heard so much-”

“What’s going on?”

A lame question, but Connie can’t think of anything better right now. The whole plan that he crafted in his head so carefully has just crumbled in a matter of seconds, so now he has to think on the fly. He doesn’t mind, though; it’s one of the few things he’s good at.

“Uh, a therapy session?” you tilt your head slightly, smile unwavering, “You’re a bit early today. Would you mind waiting in the lobby?”

“I- Yes, I would fucking mind! We’re leaving. You can’t hold him here!”

“Of course, hold up” you raise your palms in a defensive gesture, switching your attention, “Nick? Do you want to leave?”

Silence. Nick keeps looking between his brother and you, growing more and more uneasy with every passing second.

“Man, c’mon” Connie feels himself soften, dangerously close to pleading, “Let’s go. I love you. This place is fucked up, let’s get outta here”.

“If you want to go, that’s fine” you squeeze Nick’s hand, looking him in the eyes, “I won’t get angry, you won’t get in trouble, I promise. Okay?”

There’s another pause that makes Connie want to scream in exasperation. The answer is obvious, it’s right – what’s even taking so long?

“No” Nick mumbles, looking at the ground, “Wanna stay here”.

Connie’s shoulder slump, a pit growing in his stomach. You say something, your voice gentle, just shy of apologetic, but the words don’t reach him. The whole thing is a betrayal – a betrayal so deep and personal he struggles to fit it inside his mind, but he has to. He blinks and the daze is suddenly gone, rage hitting him like a wave.

“Great. Have fun, I guess” he steps towards the entrance, looking back directly at you, “Hey, doc? Go fuck yourself”.

The door slams, but he doesn’t care. If anything, he’s grateful that the hall is empty, because there’s nobody to witness angry tears brimming in his eyes.

***

Connie would never admit it, but he’s nervous – so much that he struggles to even sit straight. The air of the waiting room feels stuffy and unbearable, and the clock on the wall ticks so loud it drives him insane. In a desperate attempt to pass time he even tries to pick up some of the magazines lying nearby, but that’s not too helpful either. His mind is still elsewhere, so Connie lets it wander.

As much as he tries to avoid it, he keeps coming back to that damn session, replaying everything over and over again in his head. The “why”s and “what the hell even happened”s proved to be fruitless and tiring quickly, so now Connie’s just looking for someone to blame. Blaming himself is too easy and blaming Nick is just cruel; still, someone has to answer, so that might as well be you. It has to be you – none of this would even happen if it wasn’t for you. He just has to find you again, even things out. Connie hates unfinished business.

However, what he hates even more is being cornered. You aren’t in your office and nobody in this fucking building knows when you will be, so now he’s forced to sit here, simmering in his own rage. If only-

“Constantine!” your voice is so sudden that it makes Connie jump out of his seat. Despite everything, you smile at him, “Nice to see you again. Can I help you?”

For a quarter of a second Connie contemplates if he should even say what he came here to say. At the end of the day, all of it really is just your job, whatever he may think about it. Maybe there’s another way. Maybe he could-

Connie crushes that brief flash of hesitation before it can take root. This isn’t about him, he thinks, this is about Nick. No time to get soft.

 “Actually, yeah, you can. Leave my brother alone, how about that?”

“Oh” the smile drops from your face, which makes Connie feel like the biggest bastard on the planet. Even with his goal in mind, this all feels wrong, “Is something the matter with Nick?”

“Is so- What do you mean?”

“Is he unhappy? If you think the treatment doesn’t help, I can look into other options, but…”

You trail off, yet the question remains. Connie opens his mouth a few times; nothing comes out. Not because he doesn’t know the answer, but because the answer is wrong. Nick isn’t unhappy and that’s the whole problem. He’s calmer. He’s more relaxed. He even talks more – something that used to be a pretty rare occasion. None of it makes any sense and Connie doesn’t like it.

“That’s not the point. You just don’t get it”

“Explain it to me then. I’d love to know”

“You- Are you making fun of me or something?”

“No, not at all, I just-”

“Look, I know what you think. You think you’ve had a couple of sessions with him and now you know him. You don’t! I raised him, alright? You know who made all the food? Who had to calm him down every day? Find him a job? Not our grandma and not you. It’s just- That’s not a place for him. Tell me I’m wrong, I fucking dare you, I-”.

His rant is cut short the second he looks at you. Your face remains neutral – a professional tic, no doubt – but the ever-present concern in your eyes is definitely there, and it burns him with unbearable guilt, worse than anything you could’ve said. Connie suddenly wishes that he wasn’t here at all, but it’s too late to back out.

“That’s…” you shake your head, gathering your thought, “I’m sorry. That’s awful”.

A pause. He thought he was ready for anything: anger, pushback, retaliation... He even briefly contemplated fighting the security guards, although he was pretty sure that wouldn’t be necessary. But this?

“You’re sorry?” Connie blinks, as if doing a double take, “That’s awful?”

“Yeah, it is. I don’t mean to pity you, of course, but that’s a lot to put on someone. It must’ve been very hard for you”.

Shame overcomes him again, so hard that his breath almost hitches. Shame for oversharing like this, shame for how spectacularly he failed and some special, awful kind of shame for the way you talk to him right now.

That’s what you get for not pulling Nick out in time, he thinks. Fucking loser. Get over yourself.

“Whatever” he scoffs, “Don’t psychoanalyze me”.

“Sure, I won’t”.

“Or what, you’re wanna pull me into this therapy shit too?”

“Not against your will”.

Connie huffs, defeated. It’s hard to argue with someone who’s not arguing back. He needs to get out of here, now.

“Look” you put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, but he shakes it off. “I know you care about your brother. Of course you do! But I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is. If you have any concerns, I’d love to-”

The ringing of your phone cuts you off, so Connie takes it as his cue to leave. You don’t try to stop him and he doesn’t look back, unable to meet your eyes once again. The shame, anger and self-hatred almost make him twitch, but that’s okay. That’s what he deserves for failing twice.

***

Self-reflection isn’t one of Connie’s strong suits, simply because he doesn’t want it to be. Whenever he gets in trouble, solutions come quickly and get him out pretty much immediately. Long-term consequences, however, are hard and weight heavy on his might. It’s just easier not to think about it, so he doesn’t.

This time, though, things are different. In a week that follows his failed attempt to confront you he can’t help but think about it, so much that his head starts to hurt. He wishes so hard that he could get rid of these thoughts somehow, tear them out like a rotten tooth, but he can’t. The facts are merciless and stare right in his face.

One, Nick is happy – truly happy – and not because of him.

Two, in an attempt to ease his burdens Connie lashed out at you, the reason his brother was happy in the first place.

Three, you didn’t lash out back no matter how hard he tried.

There’s something else, though. Something shapeless and almost subconscious, something that he struggles to even name properly, but it is there. Something that keeps adding up to the equation against his will.

Something about you.

He isn't sure if it's your kindness, although you're undeniably kind and understanding. Or if it's your intelligence - for what he's seen, you must be a great doctor. Or even if it's your beauty, although he's sure anyone would see that you're beautiful. Maybe it's the fact that you saw him at his worst and weren't disgusted nevertheless. Nick doesn't notice any of his flaws; you probably notice but don’t seem to care. Almost as if it's something in him that makes you want to overlook all those flaws, make you want to know him. Connie craves it so much it's embarrassing, but for once the shame is drowned out by this powerful want. Once a new week rolls around, his mind is settled - he will see you again, no matter what it takes. Even if it ends in disaster. At least he isn't going to die wondering.

Thinking about all of that, Connie presses his forehead to the entrance of your office. His breath is shaky. All of a sudden, the world around him seems too real; his senses heighten. A big bag of jelly beans weights his hand down a little – he faintly remembers a little bowl full of colorful candy from the first time he stormed into your office. A little peace offering, which now seems unbelievably stupid. Should he give it to you? Should he throw it out?

What’s worse, Connie’s now keenly aware of the bruise blooming on the right side of his face. No matter how hard he tried, sometimes things would go wrong – and of course, they just had to go wrong right around the time he finally decided to make amends. He debated whether you should see him like this or not, but ended up going anyway. After all, if you keep in touch you’ll know about all this stuff sooner or later, and some part of Connie wishes with increasing desperation that you will.

With a sharp inhale, Connie knocks on the door – three times, like it’s some kind of code. Your voice rings out, clear and sweet, not betraying the exhaustion you must feel after a full day of work:

“Come in!”

Here goes nothing, he thinks. Pushing the door open, he pokes his head inside, waiting for you to notice him.

“Hold on a sec, I’m almost do-” you raise your head. Your tone immediately shifts as soon as you see Connie, “Oh, hey. Long time no see”.

“Yeah” he lingers in the doorway, trying to seem as casual as possible, before nodding towards the chair in front of your desk, “Mind if I sit down?”

“Of course not. Make yourself comfortable”

Connie complies, giving the room a look-over as if he hopes to find the right words written somewhere on the walls. You look at him expectantly, but don’t rush anything, which somehow makes him feel even worse. You must be very patient for that kind of job, he thinks, way more patient than he can even imagine.

Come on, you asshole, say something. Anything. Are you going to-

“Is… Everything alright?” you tap your cheekbone a couple of times, and it takes Connie a few moments to realize what you’re referring to, “You don’t have to tell me anything, just-”

“Rough week. Anyway” he drops the bag of candy in front of you before he can back out, “That’s for you. Sorry for being a dickhead”.

“Oh, that’s oka-”

“Yeah, not really” he scratches the back of his head, avoiding your eyes, “I know it’s your job to, like, be nice to people or whatever, but c’mon. You don’t have to say that stuff”.

When he finally has the guts to look at you, you’re smiling. Not even the kind of smile that would no doubt greet any of your patients. It’s more of a warm, loop-sided one, the one that’s reserved for after hours. Connie feels like he has a look behind the scenes, tracing the decorations with his fingertips.

“I mean, you’re not my client, so I can do what I want, but I get what you’re saying” you grab the bag and open it, pouring the jelly beans into the bowl “Thanks, by the way. I just needed a refill”.

Connie nods, mentally preparing to get up and leave. The deed is done, there’s no need to stay, but he doesn’t want to go for some reason. He racks his brain in hopes to find some, any topic he can hold onto, but you beat him to that:

“Actually, you want some?” you point in the direction of now half-empty bag with your eyes, “I’m not eating all of that”.

Connie raises his eyebrows in surprise, grateful nevertheless. He’s not hungry, but it’s not about the candy – just like it wasn’t about the candy when he brought it to your office. It’s a gesture of good will, something to bond over.

Something that says: “I forgive you”.

“You know, what the hell” he outstretches his palm, noticing the corners of your mouth tug up in a smile, “Hand ‘em over”.

***

The conversation flows; so much that Connie loses a track of time. Usually there isn’t a moment when he’s not hyper-aware of the goal he wants to achieve when talking to someone, but not this time. It all feels different with you – natural, calming, like you’ve been friends for many years. Connie briefly wonders if all the shrinks are like that or just you. He doesn’t know and he’s not sure he wants to find out.

Deep down, he hopes it’s just you.

“Yeah” you laugh, rubbing the bridge of your nose, “And that’s when-”

You look at the clock as your eyebrows fly up.

“Oh, we’re closing in 20 minutes” you give Connie an apologetic look, “I still need to finish some papers, so-”

“Got it” he jumps from his seat, happy and content for once, “Y'know, thank you. For everything”.

“Thank you. Actually, wait a second” you dig into the drawers of your desk before fishing out a business card. You write something on it “If you have any questions – I mean, about Nick or in general – you can just call me. My personal number’s on the back, so…”

Your personal number. Connie takes it carefully, as if it’s some precious treasure. A real, palpable evidence that life is okay sometimes.

Better than okay.

“I will” he stuffs the card in the pocket, snorting with laughter, “Shit, that sounds like a threat”.

“Don’t worry, it isn’t” you give Connie one your angelic smiles before looking down, “Bye, Constantine”.

He nods and starts to walk away before pausing by the door, contemplating. Finally, he turns back.

“Actually, can I ask for something right now?”

“Sure, go ahead”.

“Don’t call me ‘Constantine’, alright? It’s fucking horrible. Sounds like you’re about to yell at me”.

A pause. You frown, deep in thought.

“Well, I think it sounds pretty” you straighten out the perfectly straightened out papers on your desk, “But sure. ‘Connie’ it is?”

“Uh, yeah. Guess so. See you ‘round”.

“Take care”.

Pretty. The word is almost as sweet in his mind as it was on your tongue.

***

The card ends up being useful: Connie calls you. And he calls you again and again, first a week after you saw each other, then three days later, and soon you’re talking every day. He isn’t sure how he managed to do that, but he’s not the one to question the good things in his life. If you keep answering then you must want it. Want him.

This thought is what keeps him going when he reaches the door of your office once again. Every other time Connie was here out of desperation. Now he’s here out of hope. He’ll do it right, he’s sure of it.

He’s not quick enough to knock this time though. The door flies open by itself as you’re about to exit.

“Connie!” your face lights up before you throw your arms around him. He freezes for a second, getting lost in your scent, the warmth of your body. You pull away, frowning.

“Sorry, too much?”

“No” snapping out of his trance, Connie hugs you back, feeling your breath tickle his neck, “It’s perfect”.

After lingering for a second, you step back, inviting him into your office with a quick gesture. Both of you settle by the desk once again, looking at each other. Nothing changed, yet everything changed somehow.

“It is my greatest pleasure to see you there, Mister Nikas” you take on a jokingly official tone. Connie can’t help but smile.

“Well, thank you, miss L/N” he gives you a nod full of exaggerated politeness, all for that sweet giggle that exits your lips, “Ah, shit, I mean Doctor L/N. Didn’t go to med school for years to get called a miss, huh?”

“Honestly, went to med school long enough to stop caring. How have you been? You didn’t call in a while, I started to worry”.

“Sorry, work” not exactly true, but not strictly a lie either, “How's Nick?”

“Oh, he's doing great, nothing to worry about. Don't you talk to him, though? You guys are so close”.

“He's at the grandma's these days" Connie moves his hand through his hair, wincing, "And we aren't exactly, y'know...”

“Of course” you nod, giving him a sympathetic look. He briefly contemplates telling you about the restraining order, but ultimately decides against it. He already feels on edge, there’s no need to complicate things even further. The words he knows he should say are stuck in his throat, unable to come out, so he just falls quiet.

“Actually, about Nick… I’m glad you brought him up because” you pinch your lips nervously, and Connie’s ears perk up immediately, “I wasn’t sure how to say it”.

You must see the look of horror in his eyes, because you immediately correct yourself:

“No, he’s fine, that’s the thing! We kind of got through all of the individual things, so- Erm, long story short, he’s getting transferred to the group therapy. It’s in a place, so I can…”

The rest of your words escape him; the only thing Connie hears is a wild hammering of his heart. He knows you’d never harm Nick. And yet, the only reason you still allow him to come here is slipping out of his grasp as you speak, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

No. There must be something. There must be.

“Connie?”

“Hold on, are-are you sure? That’s really sudden. Why am I just hearing about it?”

“Connie” you squeeze his hand and he doesn’t pull away this time, “I’ve done all I could and it worked. These are great news! He’s getting the best possible treatment, I promise”.

“Yeah, but, fuck, that’s” the panic chokes him, preventing him from thinking straight, “You can’t do that!”

A desperate plea, the one that makes him cringe. How pathetic he must sound. You don’t cringe, though, and you don’t seem to find him pathetic either. You just look at him – soft and understanding, like you always do. Connie hides his face in his hands to hide the embarrassment that must be written all over his face; he hears the rustling as you stand up and walk up to him, kneeling in front of the chair.

“Hey” you rub his back gently, “It’s alright. Talk to me. Nick-”.

“This isn’t about Nick” he blurts out, stunned at this sudden bout of honesty. You blink, confused.

Here it is, he thinks.

“Then what..?”

“I want to keep seeing you” Connie knows he’s rambling, but he’s past the point of caring, “I know how it sounds, you’re the only person who’s not- Fuck, it’s just… Can I stay? Please. I like you and I want to stay”.

The confession runs out; Connie takes a deep breath. It’s horrible and embarrassing, but freeing in a way. At least he doesn’t have to think about it all the time anymore – every day, hell, he’s lucky if not every hour. He braces for your response as you sit there quietly, your thumb rubbing his knuckles.

Finally, after what feels like forever, you speak up.

“You know why I haven’t asked you out, I don’t know, weeks ago?”

“No?” Connie’s throat feels dry all of a sudden. The world feels fuzzy; Connie takes in your features, hanging onto every word.

“Well, first of all, since you’re my patient’s close relative that would be, um… Bordering on unethical, don’t you think?”

“Oh” truth to be told, he doesn’t. He’s never concerned himself with ethics anyway, “And second of all..?”

“Nah, that’s it”.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment before Connie sees a mischievous spark in your eyes, and that’s when the both of you start laughing. A free, relieved belly laugh, and it feels Connie with so much love, so much happiness that he swoops you in a hug as you let out a little yelp.

“Fuck ethics” he covers your face in quick smooches as you giggle, the sweetest sound in the world, “Fuck ‘em. You’re so beautiful”

“Stop it!” you press a kiss to his mouth with a laugh, “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I dunno. You’re so… Dignified”.

“Fuck being dignified” you rest your forehead against his, “Tonight at six?”

“Doctor’s order?”

“Shut up!” you kiss him one again, and for a moment, the world is alright and Connie is content.

Maybe there is hope for him too.

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Fluorescent Light

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, manipulation, toxic relationship, just chaos all around

Summary: Connie’s on a mission tonight and that’s not something you can get out of.

A/N: Hello everyone! This one has been in my drafts for way too long (I’m talking years), so I’m glad to finally polish it and get it out of my system. Also just wanted to add, this is darker than my usual stuff, so please mind the warnings. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

“Connie, wait!” you try to catch up to him, but to no avail. It's like he's in a different world, away from this city and away from you. You rarely see him so focused, and when it comes to Connie, it’s not a good thing, “Where are we even going?”

“Ah?” he turns to you, snapping out of his trance. There’s barely contained annoyance written all over his face, but you will yourself to ignore it for now, “Look, I need you to trust me, okay? It’s important. It’s so goddamn important. Do you feel it, babe?”

You don’t feel it at all –you know that for sure. You also know there’s no point in convincing him otherwise. There’s this “I’m-on-a-holy-mission” glow in his eyes, the one that never fails to make you uncomfortable. The glow that reminds you of the fluorescent light in the waiting rooms - cold, blinding, anxiety-inducing. You just can’t argue when he’s like that.

“Alright, lead the way” you reach out to him, and he grabs your hand, flashing you a quick, satisfied grin as he does, “Can you at least promise we won’t get arrested?”

“That depends…” Connie mumbles, looking ahead once again. But before you can inquire what the fuck does that even mean, he pulls you into a building you’ve never seen before.

Fluorescent light, you think. Fluorescent light, there’s no hiding from it.

“Is it a hospital?” you feel the bewildered looks of staff on you, but Connie pushes past them so confidently that some of his conviction rubs off of you.

“A clinic” he replies, not slowing down a bit, “Third floor”.

“Right” you nod, as if you know what he’s talking about. Sometimes it’s easier to feign confidence than to actually have it, you think. Way easier.

“Here!” Connie stops in his tracks, so suddenly you actually bump into his back, but it doesn’t faze him in the slightest. There are faint voices you can hear through the door – weirdly enough, something about the chickens. Your boyfriend turns around, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“I need you to do something for me, alright?” you swallow, pinned down under his gaze. This is the first throughout look he’s given you all day, you think, and it’s only happening because he wants something from you, “It would mean so much. Can you help me?”

You pause. You don’t like any of this – this place, the pace of it all and the weird restlessness that’s been fueling Connie so far; probably still does. If there’s anything you want it’s to take a moment to mull it all over, take it all in. But your conclusion doesn’t matter; you’re too in too deep to quit now. You know it and he probably knows it too.

“Depends on what it is” a meek mumble that seems to satisfy Connie enough. He lets go of you, throwing his last words over his shoulder:

“Just be quiet” and before you manage to reply, he opens the door, “Excuse me, you’re Peter?”

The rest of the scene is hazy – so much that you almost question if it’s really happening. The only thing you can do to ground yourself is to grasp at the basic facts, something you know is true. Here’s Nick, upset and frozen in his chair. Here’s Peter – a therapist, you presume – staring between the three of you with ever growing confusion. Here’s Connie saying – no, almost yelling something, but the meaning of his words doesn’t quite reach you.

“Shame on you” you blink, suddenly jerked out of your daze by the psychiatrist’s words. It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to Connie.

“Shame on me, huh?! Shame on me?” he storms past you, pulling Nick along, “C’mon, Y/N, let’s go”.

You don’t reply and Connie doesn’t seem to notice. The door slams, leaving you and Peter alone. There are a few seconds of silence that feel longer than the whole past week.

“Sorry” you manage to stammer, your voice hoarse.

“It’s okay” he presses the phone he’s just been using to his shoulder, “I don’t want to overstep, but… Do you need help?”

The question takes you by surprise.

“I…”

“Y/N!”

You feel one corner of your mouth rising in a small grin. No sleep for the wicked, huh?

“I’m good, but thank you” you flash what you can only hope is a smile in Peter’s general direction, “We’ll- He’ll be fine, I’m sure”.

“Mhm” Peter doesn’t go further than that in his response, but the mix of doubt and concern on his face makes your skin crawl. You have to get out of this place, now. “Alright. Take care”

“Will do” you give Peter an awkward salute which he doesn’t notice, returning to his phone once again. You have no desire to prolong this any further, shutting the door for the last time. At least, that’s what you hope for.

***

“Hey, Connie” you catch up to your boyfriend, lowering your voice, “Did we just... Kidnap Nick from a therapy session?”

“More like rescued” he scoffs, “Did you see this? Who the fuck do they think they are?”

“This guy seemed fine. I mean-“

“This guy made him cry” Connie looks at you with a concealed, but unmistakable rage in his eyes, “You think that's okay?!”

You open your mouth to reply, but end up just huffing through your nose. You don’t have any energy left to fight - and frankly, you don't want to either. That night has been way too long for hours now, and like hell you’re enduring more of this. How much can you take? How much do you have to take?

“No, I don't”.

“Me too” Connie's tone softens, “I know it looks bad, but I'll figure something out. I swear I will. Alright? Look at me, babe”.

And you do, taking in his every feature. You want to believe that. There’s nothing you want more than to believe that – the whole thing seems out of control enough as it is, and you don’t want to complicate it even more. And yet…

“I don't know, dude” you move your hand through your hair, looking away, “Listen, I-I know you will, but that's not right. We could've-”

“Hey” Connie cups your face with a gentle touch, but you can still hear the slight edge in his voice, “I know my brother, okay? Not them. I love him, I know what’s best for him. Do you believe me?”

No response. He pauses, looking in your eyes.

“Or what, don’t you trust me? Don’t you trust your boyfriend?”

You blink and throw a glance at Nick – he’s starting at the whole thing helplessly, unsure of what to do. A guilt blooms in your chest. The last thing this mess needs is getting more innocent people involved. You look back at Connie; he keeps searching for some kind of answer in your expression, and every next second feels heavier then the last.

“Y/N?”

Fuck it.

“I... Of course I trust you” you cover his hands with yours, running your thumb over his knuckles, “You're-”.

“Thank you” Connie’s smile is big and bright before he presses a kiss to your mouth, “I love you so much. You’re my dream”.

You close your eyes. His words melt your heart, and you wish for nothing more than to lose yourself in them, but you can’t. There’s still this small, nagging voice in the back of your mind that’s been nagging you since the beginning. The one telling you that something here is not right. The one that keeps insisting, despite all of your protests, that you’ve been fooled, deceived by some kind of invisible, insidious lie. The one-

In one last effort, you drown it out and lean into the kiss. This isn’t worth your time, this isn’t worth ruining the moment. Nick is safe, Connie is finally happy and you’re okay with that.

You do trust your boyfriend, after all.

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