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forever--darling · 4 years

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my best friend’s wedding (preview)

a/n: I’m just going to leave this here and I’m kind of scared about it. this is just a small portion from the beginning. tbh, it’s not that small because I don’t know how much to reveal during a sneak peek but oh well. also the full story is up to 16k words already!

based off the movie my best friend’s wedding

summary: you finally realize that you’re in love with your best friend from college just as he’s about to get married. your plan and solution... break up the wedding with the help of your obnoxious playboy neighbor as your wedding date

He was getting married. Your Cameron. Your Cam. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t how your lives were supposed to play out. He had loved you through college and years after that. He couldn’t have possibly proposed to some girl he had known for only a couple of months. It was completely wrong in every sane way and the only justification you could think of was that he was mentally unstable. To make matters worse, the wedding was in five days. You had five days to stop this wedding and knock him back to his senses.

You barely had the strength to stand up, let alone change, so you walked across the hall in your work clothes and a pair of slippers. Your pencil skirt was wrinkled at this point and bunched up while your white button up was slightly unbuttoned on the top revealing the strap of your lacy bra.

Out of it, the only thing you could think to do was drink and that was your plan of action as you were supposed to board a plane the next morning. Across the hall, the door of your neighbor was cracked and you heard the various voices of your friends on the other side. Slipping in, you drew the attention of a few who lingered by the door. Evie and Allen pulled you into their conversation but after a small catch up, you were able to slip away to the kitchen where you knew the fridge would be stocked with beer.

You were the last to arrive out of the six people in your friend group. All having met in college and all still lived within the same city besides Cameron. You wondered if they knew of the news. That he was no longer yours or meant to be yours but instead belonged to some twenty-year-old trying to get a degree to become a teacher. It was soul shattering in every way and it reversed every single thing you had said about love because here you were trying to figure out a way to break up a wedding.

Hand clasped around the cool handle of the fridge, you pulled it open and sure enough was met with a fully stocked fridge of liquor. You went for your usual and picked your poison graciously. As the door closed behind you and you popped the top off of the drink, you found the host of the “party” leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest nursing his own drink. He stared at you as if trying to pick out what happened and it only sparked annoyance in you. You raised a single brow and glared.

“What?” you spat.

“What’s wrong with you?” his nose scrunched up as he asked the question, and his voice alone had you rolling your eyes.

You shook your head as you held the cold drink close to your chest, “Nothing, Shawn. It’s none of your business.”

Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor across the hall and a man who had gotten roped into your life. He had been pulled into your friend group when he moved to the city as his childhood friend was someone you had been close to as long as Cameron.

“You’re right,” he scoffed, “Forgot that I shouldn’t care.”

Without giving you so much as the last word, he stepped out of the kitchen into the living room leaving you alone to have your own pity party. You groaned underneath your breath at his childish response as you couldn’t seem to have one conversation without him getting under your skin. He was the only one in your friend group that you seemed to butt heads with even if you didn’t consider him a friend.

Your eyes followed his back as he collapsed onto his couch next to Sasha pulling the brunette into a conversation. His gaze flickered back up at you through the kitchen and as he found you already looking, a smirk formed on his pink lips. It was enough to make you groan in annoyance again before turning your back to him. You took a large swig from your drink unable to stop the rage that was filling your veins quickly. It was clear, you wouldn’t be staying long as you didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s mood and you had to pack for your spontaneous trip and reserve a ticket for a flight.

“Hey, there you are. I was wondering when you would get here.”

Glancing over your shoulder, the anger subsided slightly as you found Conner, Shawn’s childhood friend and your other best friend aside from Cameron. The boy with his honey straight hair and soft smile went to grab a drink of his own from the fridge. You couldn't form a response as you just stared down at your white fluffy slippers you tapped against the wooden floor. Upset was an understatement and by the curious look your friend sent over his shoulder, he could sense it.

“Hey, you okay?”

Taking in a deep breath, you released it and shook your head, “Did you know that Cameron was getting married this weekend?”

Looking up you found Connor freeze, still staring into the open fridge. Caught, it was clear that it was something he had been hiding probably at Cameron’s request. Grabbing his own drink of choice, the fridge slowly closed and he turned to face you. The look on his face said it all and it was almost as if he regretted keeping a secret like this from you. “You finally called him back?”

“Yes, and he’s getting married!”

“I know,” he sighed, taking a step forward almost coaxing you into a comforting hug.

You raised your arms, brows furrowed, hurt the only thing being shown on your face, “How long have you known?”

“He called me about a month ago and I got the wedding invitation in the mail a few weeks ago. He asked me not to tell you.”

You nodded, taking an even longer sip of your drink almost begging for that buzz to overtake the pain that seemed to be suffocating you slowly, “Of course, he did. You know what he asked me?”

Connor didn’t say anything and you let the silence linger for a few seconds as a sad chuckle fell from your chapped lips, “He asked me if I was going to bring a date to the wedding. Like I could’ve possibly found someone better than him in this last year. Can you believe that?”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t even hear the weak apology as another thing had quickly dawned on you. Cameron had asked you to bring a date and above all things in that moment you said, yes. You were supposed to be leaving tomorrow and you needed a date to that wedding and someone who could ultimately help you stop the groom from marrying the bride. Your laughter slowly died and you stared forward at the buttons on the front of Connor’s shirt and slowly your eyes trailed up to his confused face. A light bulb had practically appeared on your head as the idea manifested.

“Y/N?” he said your name slowly as if you were a fragile child on the brink of crying any second.

“Connor, I need a favor,” you blurted, crazy eyes widening as you grabbed meekly onto the sleeve of his shirt.

You could see the hesitation on his face, “What?”

“Will you be my date to the wedding? I told him I was bringing someone and you and I both know there aren’t any contenders. Please?” your hand tightened around his shirt as you knew he wouldn’t like this favor you were asking of him.

“Y/N…” he drew out your name, his own eyes dancing over your shoulder at his girlfriend sat in the living room.

“Connor, please. I am begging you. I am way in over my head here and I need help. You said it yourself just a few months ago that Cam and I were meant for each other.”

He shook his head as he peeled your hand from his shirt and held it in his own, “I can’t Y/N/N. I’ll be there wedding day but otherwise I have to work and you know how Sasha would feel if I hopped a plane with you and left for five days.”

You huffed, squeezing his hand tightly, “Why can’t she just get over that we’re just friends.”

“Look, I’m sorry but that’s what I told Cameron and I already said that I was bringing Sasha.”

That was it… you were screwed. You dropped his hand from yours knowing that there was no amount of begging you could do to get Connor to change his mind. He was the only one who you were close enough to that could help you with this, could help you admit your feelings to the man you had been hoping to spend the rest of your life with.

The plan was simple in your eyes. Say that Connor had broken up with Sasha and a romance had ignited out of nowhere and try to convince Cameron that he was the only man for you. Allen had crossed your mind but that was quickly off the table as he was gay and you wouldn’t be able to make Cameron believe otherwise. Which meant, you were set on going to this wedding alone.

“Hey, I think I know someone who you can take as a date,” Connor suddenly assured which brought a new sense of warmth to your eyes.

But as you looked up and found that your friend’s gaze was still over your shoulder, you instantly felt your stomach shake with worry. You knew who he was looking at before you even turned around but you followed who his orbs were locked on anyways. Your suspicions were proved correct when your eyes found the tall Canadian boy that was sunk in between the couch cushions. Shawn Mendes.

At the simple suggestion, you twirled back around and laughed in Connor’s face. Was he insane? “You have got to be kidding me?”

“I’m not.”

“Shawn?” you gaped, “You want me to take Shawn Mendes as my wedding date?”

Connor smirked, “Yes.”

“That is the worst fucking idea I’ve ever heard!”

“I have an offer for you.”

He nodded without so much as a question, “Okay, I’m listening.”

You took in a deep breath, unable to keep eye contact as you said what you did next, “You come with me this weekend as my date to a wedding and I’ll help you get rid of your hookups whenever you want.You can hide here or I can pretend to be your girlfriend or sister or whatever.”

He raised an eyebrow in your direction and you were already starting to doubt your decision, “Why do you need a date to this wedding?”

“Shawn, I’m not going to ask twice. So deal or no deal?” you were pleading at this point and both you and him knew it. You stick out your hand to him and waited anxiously as he thought it over before he finally takes your hand and shakes it.

“Deal.”

#sneak peek #sneak preview #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn #mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction

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yaraaflor · 4 years

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how i think a dickroy wedding would go:

for a long time after they settle down together they’re not married. roy doesnt believe in the institution of marriage and refuses to participate. dick is secretly disappointed but he would never want to push roy into something roy doesnt want, and he knows they dont need a piece of paper to prove their commitment to one another.

but fast forward a couple years, one of their kids, lian or mar’i (probably lian bc she spent most of her life wanting her daddy to find a life partner and be happy) is like “so when are you gonna get married? i wanna be a flower girl!!” (even though lian’s been a flower girl in like, 4 weddings already). and roy is like shit. should we get married? and dick cant hide his pure joy at being asked that question and roy is like double shit. have you been wanting to get married this whole time and im holding you back from your dreams?? alright guess were getting married!

at first they agree that its gonna be a small wedding, just family and close friends, no fuss. but their families are huge. and then they sit down to start writing the guest list and its like wait we cant leave so-and-so out and dont forget about so-and-so until the list is like three hundred people and theyre like. shit. were both too popular for our own good so we have to invite the entire superhero community.

huge wedding means mucho cash so bruce swoops in and is like we can host the wedding at the manor?? i can hire planners etc? and dick is like. fine with it bc he knows its bruces way of showing he loves them and that he accepts roy is part of the family now. but bruce is definitely gonna be a mother-of-the-bride-zilla lmao. originally roy wanted nothing to do with wedding planning except for picking the cake, but when he finds out that bruce wayne, control freak extraordinaire, is taking over the plans hes like oh HELL no. and promptly enlists dinah and ollie to also help plan the wedding. 90% of the wedding “planning” turns into roy and bruce arguing about every minute detail while the poor wedding planner tries to play referee and dick is off with lian like “lets go pick out your dress sweetie!” while also solving cases and generally burning the stick at both ends up until 2 days before the wedding.

they try to have separate “bachelor” parties on the same night and roy goes to a strip club but hes actually bored by it and the separate parties all end up together at donna and kory’s apartment at the end of the night and dick gets too drunk so he and roy sleep on their couch, piled on top of each other. they consider a honeymoon but roy doesnt want to leave the kids that long and theyre playing with fate anyway by hope an alien invasion doesnt happen on the day of the wedding, so they figure the honeymoon can come a few years from now.

the day of the wedding arrives and roy is surprisingly chilled out, just like oh, well, guess whatever happens will happen! we planned as best we could! while dick, predictably, has a panic attack about whether hes trapping roy and ruining his life and blah blah blah. eventually he calms down and the actual ceremony goes pretty well. connor is roy’s best man and donna is dick’s. lian (and maybe mar’i) is INDEED the flower girl and she enjoys it immensely. cerdian is the ring bearer. they have a justice of the peace preside so its actually super quick. ollie cries. clark cries. half of the room is crying actually. bruce doesnt cry but jason swears he saw a tear or two in his eye.

the reception is the best part. diana brings themysciran wine so most of the metas can actually get drunk. people give speeches and there is more crying, even during damian’s. donna is taking pictures nonstop despite the fact that bruce hired a photographer (hers are better anyway). they party from the afternoon into late in the night bc everyone is having such a good time. clark leaves to save a sinking boat at one point but no ones upset. bruce sneaks out to patrol gotham for an hour and everyones upset. alfred yells at him. the titans coordinate a group sort of performance telling the story of dick and roy’s love. its mostly wally speeding back and forth pretending to be them having a conversation about how much they love each other. as everyone gets progressively drunker, they start telling more stories that they shouldnt be bc roy and dick invited their like 2 non-super friends too lmao.

it starts raining at like midnight so everyone leaves (its a miracle the rain waited so long bc its gotham). dick and roy say their goodbyes and head off to their hotel suite in the city (roy refused to spend one more minute near bruce). as soon as they get there they collapse from exhaustion and spend most of the next day nursing hangovers. then they end up patrolling that night bc dick is obsessive and roy loves him despite that lmao. its a wonderful time and roy never once regrets giving in to the institution of marriage.

#dickroy #roy harper #dick grayson #my post #long post #hehahugheueh i love my dickroy headcanons

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euphoria-svt · 4 years

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Used to This

A/N: to make up for the last one, here’s a very soft and fluffy fic!

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Word count: 1.8k -ish

Connor’s hand made its way to your side of the bed; desperately wanting to hold you close. His eyes were still shut and he was half asleep, so when he felt the cold sheet instead of your body, he became fully awake.

He opens his eyes and frowned when he was met with an empty space instead of his wife. Wife. He still couldn’t believe that he gets to call someone his wife. A wife to wake up to everyday and love for the rest of his life. He’s able to walk down the street with her and introduce her to everyone “Hi, this is my wife. Isn’t she amazing?”

Connor sits up and stretches his arms. He leans over to grab his phone, when he noticed a yellow post-it note resting beside the device.

breakfast is waiting for you when you decide to get up sleepyhead x

After washing up, Connor made his way out of their bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen, where you probably were. He could already smell the heavenly food from the top of the stairs that made his stomach grumble.

Since it’s only been a few days since they moved in, there were moving boxes everywhere and the house was still pretty bare, besides the basic furniture; bed, couch, dining table, chairs.

“No peeking!”

“Connor, you put a blindfold over my eyes” You stated, rolling your eyes playfully, even though he couldn’t see you “How can I take a peek?”

“Just making sure, baby”

“Where even are we?” You whined as you gripped tightly onto his hand “When can I take this stupid blindfold off”

“Be patient, woman” He laughs and quietly opened the front door, carefully leading you in without tripping you “It’s just a few more steps and I’ll untie the blindfold on you”

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked seriously “Is this why we were driving for so long? You’re going to dispose my body somewhere far away so no one can find my body?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do” He answered sarcastically “I told you I loved you and asked you to marry me because I want to murder you”

Once they reached the specific area, Connor stopped her in the middle of the room “Okay, stop” He ordered “I’m going to take it off but keep your eyes closed, you hear me?”

“So bossy” You teased; yelping when you felt his fingers poking your side “Okay, okay I will!”

“Okay and open!”

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the sight of a giant window with no curtains. As you look around the room, you grew more confused as to why Connor took you to an empty house.

“Why are we here?” You asked confusingly “What is this place?”

Connor laughs softly, nodding his head towards the direction of the giant bouquet of roses resting against the wall with a purple envelope leaning against it “Read the letter if you want to know”

Still stunned, you slowly walk towards it and picked up the envelope first. Tearing it open, you found a neatly folded handwritten letter.

Do you remember when you asked me a few years ago; where do I see myself in 10 years?

I told you I’d like to think I’d be married by then, and even though I never said it out loud, my heart hoped it would be you. I told you I’d save up enough money to buy a new house for my family; one with a big backyard so the kids would have an area to play football and have tea parties. I’d build a tree house for them so we could see the stars better at night.

The house would be big enough to fit a family of 4 because I always wanted a boy and a girl, but I’d definitely not complain if there were more kids to come, it just means I’d have to find a bigger house. There would be enough rooms to have a study, a nursery and a playroom. I’d also want one of the rooms to just be filled with memories all over the wall.

And do you remember what I told you when I proposed to you? I told you I’d take care of you in sickness and in health, provide you with only the best because it’s what you deserve, baby.

So, this marks a new chapter of our lives.

You turned around, with tears in your eyes, to see Connor standing before you with a huge smile on his face. “This place…”

“Is ours” Connor confirmed “I bought it”

“You said we were going to wait at least 6 months after the wedding to start looking for a place!” You said “I told you your apartment was fine, baby. There’s enough space for the both of you. We don’t have to rush into finding a new place”

“Well, that’s too late now” He laughs and reaches out for your hand, pulling you close to him “You’re going to be my wife soon and you’re going to put up with me for the rest of our lives, I figured this place was a decent place to start”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly “It’s not like I’m forced to be put up with you forever, you know? I agreed to love you and stay by your side, no matter how dorky you get or how much you love to annoy me when I’m doing my work”

“And that’s all I want” Connor presses his forehead against yours “To make this feel like home, to raise our kids in this house, to grow old together, everything you want to do… As long as I’m with you”

Soft music was playing from your portable speaker as Connor watched you work at the stove. He leaned against the door and watched as you stir the pan while singing along softly to the background music, while dressed in nothing but his hoodie.

He sneaked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, chuckling when you let out a squealed in surprise.

“You’re cooking?” Connor asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched the scrambled eggs in the pan “That’s it. I’m officially in paradise”

“Don’t exaggerate, mister” You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your head to press a swift kiss to his cheek “Did you sleep well?”

“As usual” He sighs happily “You know, I could really get used to this. Seeing you cook in my hoodie everyday”

“You and me both” You said “Your hoodies are the comfiest thing in our closet”

“We could totally burn all your dresses” Connor nodded “I’m never going to complain if all you want to wear is my hoodie”

When the music switched, Connor reached over to turn off the stove. You look at him confusingly as he grabbed your hand and turned you around “What are you doing?”

“Wanna dance with you” He stated the obvious, pulling you towards the middle of the kitchen “This is our song”

“Babe, you’ve basically declared any love song as our song” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying slowly to the music.

“Well then, all of them are our song” Connor argued back “I don’t care, I make the rules”

“Alright, whatever you say” You smiled.

“Lucky I’m in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where I have been” Connor sings along while he twirled you “Lucky to be coming home again”

“You should sing more” You commented and rested your head against his shoulder “It’s my favourite sound in the world”

“You know you’re the only one I’d sing to, baby” He chuckled.

When the song ends, you were going to move back to the stove but Connor had other plans.

“Where are we going? I was in the middle of making breakfast!” You whined as Connor pulled you out of the kitchen.

“I need to show you something first before breakfast” Connor grinned “I’ve been keeping it a surprise from you”

“Is our marriage going to based on you constantly giving me surprises?”

“Pretty much”

He led you to room down the hallway; the only room you haven’t seen because it was locked and when you asked Connor, he’d always shrug you off with a “I’ll let you see it soon”.

You raised an eyebrow curiously as you stood in front of the door “You’re finally going to let me see what body you’re hiding behind this door?”

Connor shook his head, snickering “Yeah, so make sure you don’t pass out or anything”

“I mean I make no promises…”

“This was the only room that I could finish doing just before we moved in” He said “And I really hope you like how it turned out”

When he opened the door and revealed the door to you, your jaws dropped in shock. The room wasn’t that big, probably the smallest out of all the rooms in the house but it was fully decorated and complete. He had the room painted grey, your favourite colour.

Connor knew how much of a makeup freak you were and always complained about not having enough space of everything, but never would you thought he would build you your own makeup room.

“You did all this?” You asked stunned, looking around the room then to him as he leaned against the door “How did you-,”

“Shawn and Bri helped out a little” He answered, before thinking about his answer “Actually not really. They just annoyed the shit out of me while I got to work”

“Con, this is so beautiful” You muttered as you ran your fingers across the white vanity “I can’t believe you did this for me”

You felt him standing behind you, with his arms wrapped around your person “I told you I’d do anything for you” He muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your hair “Plus, I figured you needed space for all your makeup so I’m hoping this is enough”

You turn around in his grip, smiling at him “You’re the best, you know that? This must have taken you ages! Is that why you kept saying you were going to Shawn’s for fifa?”

Connor nodded and smiled sheepishly “More or less”

And that’s when you noticed the big frame hanging on the wall by the window that made you gasped. You pushed Connor away softly and trailed towards it.

You didn’t think you were going to see the official wedding photos from the photographer for another couple of days but this one; the one that you and Connor took outside the Church under the big tree, was hanging perfectly on the wall.

On the frame, engraved at the bottom was marry me, today and everyday

That was your ‘official song’, the first song you danced as a married couple.

“Had to wait for that to arrive last night before I showed you the room” Connor chuckled from behind you.

You turn around and pulled him in a tight hug “I love you” You mumbled against his neck “Today, tomorrow, every day”

“You better” Connor teased as he rubbed your back comfortingly “You made a vow to me, miss”

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kisstheassassins · 5 years

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Hello lovely one :) I would like to know when, where and how the assassins make a marriage proposal to their sweetheart and how the wedding would be. For Altair, Connor, Bayek and Jacob? ;)

Altair

Most likely would propose somewhere private, maybe at your house or when you’re going for a walk. He wants it to be intimate and away from people as much as possible.

The ring isn’t big, maybe one gem and one place to hold it. He thinks the meaning of it means more than it’s value.

He would have it hidden for a while, having thoughts of like “what if they refuse” “what if we’re not ready?”

Wedding would be small, and he’d like to have some of his culture involved. He of course would love for yours to be included somehow as well. Altair wants everyone to feel welcome here.

Just a few friends and family members would be there, he’s not a big crowd person.

Wedding would probably be inside a church, or just inside in general.

Food galore. He knows how long people wait beforehand before the couple arrives without eating food. So he wants to leave appetizers and drinks out for the guests who get hungry waiting.

Altair isn’t much of a dancer, but for you he will.

Connor

Like Altair he would most likely propose in a quiet place. Or when you two are alone.

Although he would have to ask some of the others how to exactly propose to you. It’s different in his culture.

He would propose the way his people do, and it would come as a big surprise the more he explains it to you. He’s never really shared his culture with anyone except Achilles.

Connor has to really make sure that he wants this. And it doesn’t take him long. He really wants to marry you.

Wedding is small. Most likely his friends from the homestead come, and he will see if his village would like to come.

He’d like to incorporate his culture somehow. Maybe even have another wedding in his village just to follow his peoples’ traditions.

People would bring food of their own; meats, breads, pastries, desserts, appetizers, drinks.

You should probably teach him how to dance beforehand, because he won’t know how to.

Towards the end of the wedding he’d like to steal a moment away with you if he can.

He’s quite the social butterfly this time believe it or not. He hasn’t talked this much since he came to the homestead.

Bayek

He’d propose to you in front of a crowd if he felt it was the right time.

Bayek knew he wanted to marry you, and it didn’t take him long to get a ring and propose. He didn’t really prepare himself, and just went along with it!

Will probably pick you up and spin you around if you say yes.

He makes sure the wedding is lively; dancing, drinking, eating. Honestly, the man prepares it more himself than you do.

Half the time the two of you are on the dance floor, and Bayek is the star of the show.

Would most likely have the wedding outside.

Walks around and makes sure everyone is happy and satisfied with the food and company.

Asks you to dance with him every ten minutes it feels like.

Jacob

Despite his demeanor, I feel like Jacob would just propose to you out of the blue. Like-

“We should get married.”

“Right now?”

“Yes. I know someone who can give our rights to us.”

Like he doesn’t have a ring, he doesn’t have a plan to do this. He just comes out and says it. It’s more than obvious how he feels about you.

Eventually he does get you that ring. Don’t ask how

Again despite how he is, I feel like Jacob would want this wedding to be private. Of course he’d tell Evie and ask her to be there as witness, but no big scene, no big crowds. Just you and Jacob, Evie, and the priest.

Most likely would be married on the train surprise surprise

Maybe a few drinks at the pub, some sneaking away from the gang for a little private time, and a night together in each other’s arms.

People will see the rings and be like “wwhhhaaaaaaatttT Jacob got HITCHED”

“I know! I’m surprised too!” He’ll say.

He wants you all to himself on your “wedding day”.

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onlydarylnormanfic · 4 years

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Major Updates Coming!

Hey Everyone! I hope everyone is staying safe during these times! Sorry I have been a bit MIA. But I have been writing little by little. I have been working on at least 6 stories at once, which might hinder the completion of them. lol. Anyways here is what will be posting within the coming weeks.

*The first two are finished and just need to be edited before posting.

NEXT ON DECK:

*The Caged Animal - Part 1 of 3 (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Request: A Daryl x reader in which she’s Negan’s sister and he kinda keeps her locked away and her and Daryl meet and she helps him through and too escape and maybe comes with him and helps the group fight or something i don’t know but 100% lots of fluff (and smut as well is always appreciated) please and premature thank you. Well fluff at the end lol, angst most of the way through lol, if that’s a little better xxx

Summary: The reader is curios about the man in the cage named Daryl. So, one night she sneaks out to meet the man everyone in the Sanctuary calls a monster...

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*All of You – Part 8 (The Honeymoon) (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: Pure Honeymoon loving smut goodness as the newly weds enjoy their carefree days together in Alexandria, their new home.

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Happy Birthday, Love (Murphy & Connor Macmanus x Reader)

Request: Hi! I love all your work. I’m turning 20 on March 31st and I was wondering if you could write a birthday boondock saints smut. We’re Murphy and Connor give the reader orgasms through out the day until they reach 20!!! I know you’re probably busy, but it would mean a lot to me if you could write this!! Love your work, and I can’t wait to read more! :) :) :)

Summary: The brothers give the reader a birthday she will never forget when they shower her with orgasm after orgasm.

A/N: I know the requested wanted this done for her birthday. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. But I want to do the request justice. I am 14 pages in already. So thank you for your patience on this one!

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Smoldering (Murphy MacManus x Reader)

Summary: The reader works as a bartender at McGenty’s. She has always had a crush on Murphy, who is a regular, but doesn’t act on it for the sake of her job. One night she gets heckled by a rude customer and Murphy comes to her rescue. Endgame lovey, rough Murphy smut.

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It’s You I Want (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Request: Ok but what if Daryl and the reader were fwb before the apocalypse and then afterwards they’re still fucking but Rick becomes attracted to her. So Daryl watches them flirt a lot and thinks she’s gonna leave him for rick but really the reader has always been in love with Daryl but never said anything bc she thinks Daryl is never going to return her feelings. She’s flattered rick is into her but will never fuck him so she finally confesses her feelings when Daryl is obviously jealous. Era Season 3-4 (Prison Era)

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Thank you all again for your support and patience! I am well into all of these and will publish “The Caged Animal - Part 1″ tonight!

Stay Safe out there! <3

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Chapter 15

A/N: Here is the next chapter! Sorry guys for the delay even though there is a world pandemic I am still an essential worker that has to work so I don’t have as much time off as I would like too. Please everyone staff safe out there❤️

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"Morning!” Alexa jumped on Harry’s back and kissed his cheek nearly frightening him to death as he checked on the eggs he was frying in the kitchen.

“Jesus Christ! Are you always this perky in the morning?” Harry grabbed one of her legs to keep her from falling off of him.

Alexa slid down his backside safely on to the floor and peaked around his broad shoulders to see what he was cooking. “Mostly, yes. I take it you are not a morning person?” She giggled and kissed his shoulder as the prince groaned.

“How do you like your eggs?” Harry turned to look over his shoulder to find Alexa rummaging around through his cabinets to find the plates. She was wearing his favourite hoodie and her pajama shorts, but as she stretched up on her tippy toes to grab something on the top shelf his hoodie rode up revealing her exposed abdomen. His eyes were immediately drawn to her backside, enjoying the view he was witnessing.

“Uh, over easy.” She grabbed a couple of plates and set them down on the counter. “Would you like some coffee or tea?” Alexa turned around to catch her boyfriend still checking her out. His head sprang back down towards the eggs attempting to hide his guilty look as he had been caught.

“Don’t worry about it. I can make it.” He paused. “You just sit down and relax.” Harry kindly offered. It was easier for him to make it instead of explaining to Alexa where everything was.

Alexa walked over to him and pulled herself up to sit on the counter beside him. “Ok, babe.” She crossed her legs and swayed them back and forth while watching the prince do his own thing in the kitchen as they made small talk.

Harry handed her a cup of green tea with a few drops of milk, just the way she liked it. “Mmm, thank you.” Alexa’s hands wrapped around the warmth of the cup and took a sip, staring into his eyes over the brim of her cup. Her legs opened for Harry to come closer, trapping him in as she wrapped them around his waist.

The prince was all smiles seeing his girlfriend sitting on his kitchen counter in his sweater comfortably sipping her cup of tea. He longed to have someone to wake up to again in the mornings and having Alexa her in his home filled that void. He tucked a piece of her messy morning hair behind her ear and leaned in to capture her soft lips, tasting the tea that dripped off of them.

“I think I forgot to say good morning beautiful.” His lips broke apart for a second as they muttered those words.

“Mmm. I like my mornings with you.” Alexa’s lips spread into a smile before pulling Harry back in for another kiss before her phone started ringing.

“Is that you?” Harry tried to distract her further and keep Alexa right where he wanted her to be.

“It’s work.” She pressed up against his lips before trying to break away, but Harry was relentless and not in the mood to stop.

“Can it wait?” He wasn’t entirely asking Alexa not to, he was telling her not to answer the call.

“Mmhmm.” Her lips were back on Harry’s without a second thought.

The phone continued to ring for the second time as Alexa breathed out with a heavy sigh between their kisses. She placed her hands on his bare chest and pulled away from him as the prince groaned with frustration. “Sorry, but they wouldn’t be calling me for the second time when they know I am off unless it is urgent.”

He pursed his lips together and nodded silently with a sense of understanding. Stepping away to the side Harry helped her climb off the counter and run to grab the phone. Alexa picked it up and came back to place a soft kiss to his lips before heading back into his bedroom to take the call.

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“So, the release will happen in the morning?” Alexa breathed out and waited to hear Eugenie’s confirmation over the phone while driving with Harry towards the fair.

“Yes, we figured it was best to do it while you were with Harry in Suffolk.” Eugenie let it slip, not knowing that Harry had not told Alexa he had interfered on Alexa’s behalf. Her green eyes snapped towards Harry and eyed him with a confused expression.

“We?” She clarified as Harry turned and nodded his head.

“Ok. Thanks, Eugenie.” Alexa was short in her reply.

“Have fun at the fair! I hope there isn’t a haunted house there.” Her best friend snickered knowing how afraid Alexa was of them.

“Thanks!” Alexa turned off Harry’s phone through the blue tooth and hung her head low in silence. The prince could get the sense that little bit of information was not sitting well with Alexa.

“Alexa, let me explain.” He started, but her green eyes snapped up towards him.

“Don’t.” She breathed out deeply. “I know you did it out of concern and that is what I am trying to focus on than rather me get all angry about how you went behind my back and discussed something that affects my life with my best friend.” Harry held his tongue unsure of what to say back to her.

“Thank you for caring, Harry.” Alexa placed her hand on his knee and leaned in to give his cheek a brief kiss.

“You aren’t angry?” The prince hesitated after Alexa’s response.

Alexa barked a quick laugh. “I am trying not to be and you asking is definitely not helping your case!” She continued to giggle despite the situation.

“Alright!” He held his hands up in the air briefly giving up.

The couple did not speak another word of it as they pulled into the fair grounds and parked right beside the Daniels family as Leah was taking Arlo out of the car seat. Alexa opened her door and straightened out her olive green short romper before getting attacked by an excited Molly.

“Alexa! Alexa! You came!” The small brunette child hugged her legs as her hat fell down her face covering her eyes.

“I did! I also brought Harry with me!” Alexa glanced around to find the prince coming out of his Audi.

“Let’s go!” Molly grabbed a tight hold of Alexa’s hand and dragged her off ahead of the group.

“Two please.” Harry dug out his wallet to pay for Alexa and his entry fee as she was dragged off by Molly into the fair park.

“The blonde woman already paid for you sir. Enjoy the fair!” His eyes found Alexa waving back at him to join them.

“Do you mind if we steal Molly for a bit?” He turned back to ask her parents who were nodding happily.

“Please do! She has been talking about going to the fair with you two non stop this morning. I know she would love it if you went on a few rides with her.” Leah was placing Arlo in the baby carrier on Connor.

“Have fun!” Connor giggled knowing how much a handful his energetic daughter could be, but that’s why she enjoyed having Harry around so much. He acted like a complete child around her and they always had fun.

The prince started to jog to catch up to the two girls who were checking out the rides. Alexa felt a hand on her back and she jumped a little before realizing it was Harry. “Hi, you.” His hand rubbed up and down slowly with a beaming smile as he fought the urge to kiss Alexa again.

“Molly, what ride do you want to go on first?” The prince asked as he felt Alexa’s hand slip into his back jean pocket.

“That one!” Molly pointed and ran off as the couple walked behind her.

“Get him Molly!” Alexa pointed Harry out in the bumper car across from them. She stuck her tongue out and focused in on her target hoping to ram her car into him. Harry diverted at the last second and stuck his tongue out at Alexa.

“I can’t get him Alexa! He’s tooo fast.” Molly hit the horn with her hand in frustration.

“You can do it Molly. Let’s plan a sneak attack, he won’t see it coming.” Alexa encouraged the little girl as she told Molly where to go.

Harry glanced around having lost sight of the girls when all of a sudden he was hit from behind and jerked forward. A set of laughs from behind him caused the prince to turn around his car to be met with Molly cheering loudly that she had hit uncle Harry. Alexa winked at him and offered an endearing smile. “See, he is not as good as he says he is!”

Harry, Alexa and Molly had caught up with her parents and little brother Arlo and were now sampling the fair cotton candy and snacks they developed an appetite for after all their rides. Arlo had started to fuss making his parents both sigh as they tried to eat their snack.

“Here! Let me take him for a bit.” Alexa stretched out her hands and grabbed the little boy after Leah repeatedly stated they were ok, but were quite grateful for her offer.

Alexa stood up and carried him around, gently patting his bum giving Leah and Connor a chance to speak with Harry in private. “She’s such a sweetheart. Where did you find her, Harry?” Leah commented as she kept her eyes on the blonde gushing over her newborn son.

Harry’s eyes followed Leah’s gaze and landed on Alexa. “At my cousins engagement party. Alexa and Eugenie are good friends.” He left it at that, not wanting to reveal more and have Leah bring up the wedding to Alexa.

“You two seem pretty serious.” Connor leaned in and looked his pal directly in the eye. “How long have you been together for?”

Harry knew what Connor was hinting at. Connor had been there for Harry when his relationship fell apart with Chelsy. Leah and Connor had him over for dinner and on the weekends just to distract Harry and get him out of his house. Connor was wondering if Alexa was just a rebound or were things more serious between them.

“She’s not a rebound Connor.” Harry popped a couple fries in his mouth. “We have been in a relationship for almost two months now and dating for three.”

“Well, I think she is lovely Harry.” Leah gained his attention and sincerely smiled at him. “You are always smiling around her. Something we haven’t seen from you in a while now.” She further added.

“She makes me happy, Leah.” Harry was about to continue when he saw Alexa returning out of the corner of his eye. She sat down beside Harry as he looked at the baby who was fast asleep in her arms.

“I think he fell asleep.” Alexa peaked down at him and smiled.

“Awe! You look good with a baby in your arms.” Leah beamed and gave the prince a subtle wink only the two of them shared.

“Maybe someday.” Alexa lifted her head to find Harry staring at her with his soft blue eyes and taking in the sight before him. His gaze lifted from Arlo up to Alexa’s as they connected with a lingering gaze.

It was all cut to short when Molly came running around the table and grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling him off the table towards a basketball game she wanted to play after seeing the stuffed animals all out on display. “You ok?” He checked in with Alexa quickly before being dragged off.

“Go! Have fun!” Alexa giggled seeing how excited Molly was. Alexa turned to Leah and Connor as she held their son. “Your daughter is such a sweetheart. Harry and her really seem to get along well.”

Leah and Connor shared a bemused look before giggling. “Well, you need to come over when it’s bed time and see what a peach she really is!” Connor bellowed.

Alexa did get a chance to see Molly lose her cool when her parents informed her it was time to leave. She put up quite the fight and even dragged Harry into it, pleading him to go on one more ride with him while she clutched a small penguin he had won for her at a game booth. But, eventually her parents convinced Molly that it was time to go and she followed them out of the fair grounds leaving Alexa and Harry on their own.

The couple were walking through the grounds and came across a shooting game that caught Harry’s eye. His head did not waver from the stand making Alexa tug his arm and gently encouraged the prince they should play. Alexa picked up the toy gun and analyzed it hearing Harry bellow out a laugh. Picking her head up she watched him holding his gut and dissolving into laughter.

“What is so funny Harry?” Alexa popped her hip out as he took his stance ready to fire at the target. His blue eye glanced at her through the corner of his eye as he breathed in deeply.

“Babe.” He stifled his laughter for her benefit. “You are holding it upside down.” Alexa pursed her lips together and started to giggle feeling embarrassed while shaking her head lightly.

“Here.” Harry put aside his gun and stepped in behind Alexa. “Ever shoot a gun before?” He already knew the answer, but he felt bad for making Alexa feel embarrassed at his comment.

“No.” Alexa kept her gaze lowered.

“Let me show you then.” He grasped her hips and maneuvered them into the correct stance. “It’s all in the positioning.” Alexa felt his hands travel down the side of her body to get her in the accurate position. His arms reached out from behind her, picking up the gun as she felt his warm breath against the back of her neck sending chills down her spine at his close proximity.

“Now. Make sure the gun is secure right in here.” Harry pressed the bud of the gun into notch on her shoulder firmly. His hands floated towards Alexa’s and covered them with his own and guided them into place. Harry’s eyes noticed Alexa’s chest breathing up and down hard indicating what his touch was eliciting in his girlfriend.

A devilish grin formed on his lips as he guided her arms up in the air and aimed the gun at the target. “Hold it like that.”

“Like… like this.” Alexa could barely form proper words as her mind was in a daze.

“Exactly.” Harry’s fingers brushed lightly against her warm flesh on her arm, trailing from her fingers to her shoulder. He leaned in close to her ear and smiled as he continued to tease Alexa. “Now aim at the target, through here.” He pointed ahead at the sight to which she angled her head and squinted through to visualize her target.

“Breathe in.” His hands settled down on her hips to hold her steady. “Hold it, and shoot.” Alexa fired the gun and felt it kick back a little even though it was only a toy gun, it did have some firepower. She lowered the gun and looked towards the target realizing she hit it almost square in the middle thanks to his guidance.

Alexa turned around with a delightful squeal. “Harry! I did it!” She smiled proudly up at him as he wrapped his arms around her while looking at the impressive shot.

“Wow. You seem to be a natural.” He shared in her excitement.

“I am sorry miss, but you miss hit it dead on three times in a row to win a prize. Would you like to attempt again?” The booth attendee took the smile right off of her lips to the dismay of the prince.

“It’s alright, love.” Harry made no big deal of it. “Let’s play again.” He dug out his wallet and paid for both of them to try.

“Maybe you should just try…” Alexa hinted as the proud smile faded away and she handed Harry the gun.

“Come on, Lex. You did so well!” Harry pushed the gun back into her hands and closed in the distance between them. “We are only having fun, no pressure.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead sweetly as a smile tugged at the corner of Alexa’s lips at his encouragement.

“Ok.” She peaked up at him with her adoring green eyes. “One of us have to win that purple elephant. I think it would look great in your living room.” Alexa giggle as Harry’s eyes found the giant elephant hanging up along the side of the booth.

“What do we have to do to win that thing?” Harry asked the attendee who snickered.

“Good luck.” He laughed at them and then crossed his arms when the prince raised his eyebrow in silence. “You have to get six shots in a row dead center. No one has done it yet.”

He felt Alexa’s hand settle on his back and gently pat it. “Why don’t you give it a try.” Harry’s blue eyes looked to his side as he felt the gun being placed in his hands. Alexa winked up at him and displayed a look wanting Harry to prove the guy wrong.

“You heard the woman.” Harry accepted the gun and got into stance with Alexa cheering him on beside him. Alexa leaned in as he aligned his gun with the target and whispered. “You get me that elephant and I will show you what I am wearing under this romper later.” Her light giggle flooded his ears as his eyebrow rose suggestively while turning his head to lock in Alexa’s green eyes. Alexa was biting down on her bottom lip and gently nodding, answering Harry’s silent question he was asking.

“Done.” He smirked as he felt his competitive nature take flight with determination.

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Alexa had her arms wrapped around the purple elephant showing it off proudly as she walked beside Harry with his arm snaked around her waist, ensuring that she was as close as possible to him. His smirk had never let his lips after he successfully won his girl the elephant, but the look on the booth attendee’s face was priceless to him.

“Do you want to go on any more rides or should we call it a night?” Harry asked his girlfriend as he pulled out his phone to check the time. The sun had already started to set and he could feel her bare arms becoming colder.

Looking ahead, Alexa caught sight of the Ferris Wheel. “One more ride?” She peaked up at Harry as he nodded. “Want to go on the Ferris Wheel with me?” Alexa clutched her elephant tighter while she waited for a reply.

“Never been on one.” Harry confessed as he stared up at the ride that was now light up against the sky.

“What?” Alexa stopped in her tracks making Harry look back at her and shrug his shoulders. “You have never been on one?”

“No, Alexa.” Harry just giggled at her reaction. “Now, will you accompany me on my first Ferris Wheel ride or shall I ask this old granny up ahead instead.” The prince teased his girlfriend as she skipped to catch up to his out stretched hand.

There was no line up as the couple were able to get a pod by themselves. Harry lowered down the bar over top of them to secure them into place as the Ferris Wheel took off. The sun had now set making the lights of the fair picturesque across the evening sky. Harry dug out his phone and took a picture of Alexa with her stuffed elephant having the fair lights in the background.

“We have to document your first Ferris wheel!” She insisted that they take a picture together and snuck in a peck on his cheeks just in time as he snapped it. Alexa was about to pull away when the prince’s hand flew to her cheek stopping her. His blue eyes were drawn to her sweet lips as he leaned in to kiss them again. Their fiery kiss fueled a spark of passion within them as Alexa moaned against Harry’s lips and grabbed a handful of fabric from his shirt to pull him closer then he already was to her.

Harry’s thumb swiped over her soft skin on her cheek and held her steady as he continued his deliberate attacks on her lips, sliding his tongue along Alexa’s bottom lip to gain access to her tongue. Her lips fell off of his as Alexa breathed out a light moan and took a second to catch her breath. A wide beaming smile graced her lips as Alexa’s green eyes opened to find Harry staring into the depths of them.

Alexa’s heart was racing a mile a minute as she took in a deep breath to calm the butterflies that were flipping in her stomach. There was a little voice inside of her head that tried to convince Alexa to tell Harry how she felt about him in that moment, but the thought of being vulnerable with the prince brought a healthy level of fear coursing through her. Her lips parted to speak as they took the leap of faith to say what her heart so desperately wanted too, but she hesitated.

The prince’s hand trailed down her cheek and settled around her neck, feeling her heart thudding against her warm flesh at a rapid rate. Her gaze faltered as she fought to break down the walls that were building up around her. “Your heart is beating so fast…” His husky deep voice broke through her internal battle.

There was something inside the prince that changed in that moment as he looked down at his girlfriend, seeing her in a new light of fondness. He had felt it the moment he laid eyes on Alexa in his driveway as he had longed to have her back in his arms. The time spent apart only further confirmed with the prince that Harry was falling hard for Alexa. Knowing Alexa’s past relationship and the fears associated with her ex, Harry had to be the one to say it first. Harry found himself wanting to be with Alexa every moment of the day and when she was not, she was never far from his mind making his decision to tell Alexa, an easy one.

Her green eyes lifted and locked in his gaze as an adoring smile spread across his lips. Those green eyes were the first thing he wanted to see in the morning and the last thing before he closed his eyes at the end of he day. But, Harry could see the fear circling amongst the lust in her eyes that confirmed his suspicions.

Alexa was falling for him too.

“Harry… I.” She tried so hard to say it, but something was holding her back inside as she averted her gaze away in embarrassment.

“Alexa.” His finger lifted her chin so he could watch her green eyes while he confessed to her. “Alexa, I am falling for you.”

She breathed in and held her breath for a moment. Those words Alexa struggled to say to him had just left his mouth. All of her fears that were circling in her mind were slowly dissipating as she witnessed the sincerity of his words through his sparkling blue eyes.

There was a time when those words were clouded with manipulation, but hearing them from Harry first, Alexa did not only hear them, but also felt them with Harry. They were not lies to keep her around or spoken for the soul purpose of hurting her. They were spoken out of admiration and growing love.

She closed her eyes and banished the rest of her doubts out of her head. Taking in a deep breath, Alexa was about to speak those same words back without any fear of what they held.

“I am falling for you too, Harry.” Alexa’s eyes were shining bright as she spoke those words back to the prince, confirming her true feelings she harboured for Harry.

“I already knew that, love.” Harry broke his silence after giving Alexa some time to process it all. He started to giggle seeing her response.

“You did?” Alexa ran her fingers through his ginger hair as a set of arms engulfed her angled body.

“Mmmhhmm.” He leant down and captured Alexa’s lips with a lingering soft kiss. “I wanted to say it first anyway.” They broke apart as Alexa wanted to look into her boyfriends mesmerizing eyes as he spoke.

A comfortable silence fell between them, as the couple were happy to sit and look into the depths of one another’s eyes. Alexa simply could not stop smiling from Harry’s confession as she was comfortably secured in Harry’s arms in the Ferris wheel pod.

“Harry?” She played with the tufts of ginger hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yes, Lex?” Harry’s smile grew wider as a playful expression formed on her features.

“I want you…” Alexa’s whispers trailed off leaving it up to Harry’s imagination as to what she meant.

His eyebrow rose suggestively at Alexa as his mind was thinking of what she potentially meant by that. “You mean?” He did not need to fully ask his girlfriend as Alexa was already nodding with a cheeky smirk.

“Yes, Harry.”

Alexa giggled as the prince got them off the Ferris wheel and grabbed her hand practically racing to his car to take her home.

Harry kicked the front door closed with the bottom of his foot and grabbed his girlfriend, hoisting her up in the air before she could even get her shoes off. Alexa squealed and giggled as the prince carried her down to his bedroom and tossed her playfully on his bed.

He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and took it off, tossing it on the ground as Alexa quickly got her shoes off. She sat on the edge of the bed while her green eyes roved over his muscular body making her stand up and run her hands down over the crevasses of muscle that lined his abdomen right down to the hem of his jeans.

Alexa looked down at her shaky hands that were now fumbling with his belt, feeling her nerves building with each passing second. Harry sensed her nervousness and needed to know that she was still alright with what they were about to do. He did not want to push things and make Alexa do something she might regret after the last amazing days they already had together.

“Alexa, are you sure you want this? We don’t have too.” The prince waited until her green eyes lifted to show him the lust circling in them while she nodded.

“I want this, Harry. I want this with you.” Her words were unwavering making the prince feel reassured about their decision to be intimate with one another. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

His hands cupped both sides of her cheeks tenderly to kiss her lips as Alexa jerked his belt free. He broke his lips off of Alexa to get rid of his jeans and then looked towards her green romper wondering how on earth to get the thing off of her. “How do you?” He asked with a bemused expression as he pulled the front zipper down exposing the mounds of her breasts.

“Well, I guess that’s one way.” Alexa giggled at the prince before turning around and sliding it off her body, allowing the material to crumple at her feet on the floor leaving Alexa in a blush pink bra and matching thong.

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Harry bit down on his lip feeling his manhood tighten at the sight before him. He stepped in behind Alexa and brushed her hair off to one side and kissed a trail of kisses down her neck to her shoulder blade while moving her bra strap slowly out of the way. Alexa tilted her head back with a moan while closing her eyes and focusing on Harry’s lips leaving a fiery wake in their path.

She stepped back into Harry and felt his member rub up against her but eliciting a low groan from the prince that vibrated along her shoulder. Curiosity got the better of Alexa as she reached behind and grasped him through his boxers causing the prince to gently bite down into her skin from the unexpected contact.

Alexa gasped at the size of him only being semi-hard, worrying about how she would take him. Harry undid the clasp on her bra making it fall off her and exposed her breasts to him, pulling her mind away from her worries she reactively let go of him and covered herself.

But, Harry’s hands gently grasped her forearms and pulled them down. “Sorry… it’s just been a while.” She confessed her shyness towards Harry.

“I know. But, damn Alexa your body is killing me… as you felt.” He released a light laugh watching her cheeks flush pink with blush. “Turn around.” He coaxed Alexa with a whisper to allow him to take the view in and was pleased with its results. Her perky breasts were the right size, not too big or small making his mouth water just thinking about sucking on them.

He gripped both side of her hips as he pulled Alexa flush against him and looked down into her eyes. “You are gorgeous, Alexa.” He bent down to kiss her forehead gently as she smiled. “Don’t be shy, ok?” She stood on her tippy toes and captured his lips, tugging down on them.

Alexa ran her hands down his chest, across his abdomen and started to play with the hem line of his boxers. Tugging at them she bravely pushed them down over his ass and let them fall to the ground, fully exposing Harry. Alexa could not help but gasp again being reminded of his size, but she grasped his cock anyway and stroked it as the prince moaned. Alexa made her body flush against Harry’s to tease him with her lips, sending an array of kisses on his chest as she continued to stroke him.

Being unable to tolerate much more of the sensations her soft hands were giving him, Harry gripped her hands and picked her back up placing Alexa on his bed. Alexa moved further up onto his bed and waited for Harry to bring his body above her. The prince moved her legs apart and settled himself comfortable between them while he showered Alexa’s lips and neck with endless kisses. The weight of his body was welcomed as he towered over her and gently nudged his hardening member along the thin lace material of her thong.

His lips kissed a trail of kisses from the notch in her collarbone down to where her breasts rested. Peaking up at Alexa he grinned as his mouth captured her nipple and a healthy amount of breast in his mouth and sucked it hard. Her head tossed back against his pillow as Harry continued his teasing making her back arch allowing the prince to slip a hand down to her ass and grab it’s flesh.

Harry softly bit down on her nipple making her scream a little and glance up at her boyfriend with a light shake of her head only to be met with a devilish grin. Alexa angled her head with a raised eyebrow and wanted to join in on the teasing game he was playing. Harry’s hands and mouth continued to explore her body when he felt Alexa reach down and firmly grasp his cock making the prince moan against her flesh. The vibrations that coursed through her skin from the prince caused her body to shake.

“Come here…” Alexa called her boyfriend back up to her level with her sultry eyes and locked him into place with her legs wrapping around his waist. “My turn.” She giggled while placing both palms on his chest to push him down on the bed so she could straddle him.

Her little pink lace thong was still on as she started to grind up and down his erect member. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back, loving the sensations coursing through her body feeling his hard cock rubbing against her wet slit. Both of Harry’s hands found her bare ass cheeks and squeezed them before a hard hand came smacking down on them. Alexa’s green eyes flew open and were met with a cheeky grin coming from the prince. This only egged her on further, wanting to torture her boyfriend with her body.

They were both loving their foreplay and teasing with one another. They took their sweet time exploring the other’s bodies and learning what drove them closer to the edge. Harry would do one thing that caught Alexa off guard and then Alexa would drive him mad with the light ministrations she showered his body with. The teasing become too much for the couple to handle as they longed to finally become closely intimate with one another.

Alexa bent down kissing Harry’s lips hard that indicated she wanted more. Her lust filled eyes drew him in as they silently begged him to comply with her demand. “I want you in me, Harry.” A smirk appeared on his lips seeing Alexa’s eyes in a clouded daze of desire for him.

“I need to do one more thing first.” He brought her lips back down and tasted them again as he sweetly moaned. Harry sat up as Alexa’s lips remained attached to his and flipped her over to settle her down on her back. He got up off the bed and knelt down to grab her thong to pull it off her body. “I want to taste you first, babe.”

The prince licked his lips as he spread her legs wider to expose her clean shaven pussy to him. He kissed slowly down the inside of her right thigh, taking his time to get to the target. Without warning, his strong arms lifted her legs and cupped her buttocks in his hands bringing her hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he tasted Alexa making her grip the sheets of his bedding with balled up fists.

She writhed beneath him as his tongue was driving her wild into endless moans, almost bringing her to the edge. His tongue explored every inch of her sex as Alexa laid there breathless and completely under Harry’s control. Just when Alexa thought she couldn’t handle any more, Harry slipped a finger inside of her as she arched her back pushing herself further down on him. Harry slowed his tongue to deliberately unhurried licks as he fingered her and felt how tight she was. He slipped in another finger and took his sweet time getting her ready for him.

“Harry, if you don’t stop.” Alexa half moaned as she felt another one of his fingers enter her. “I am going to cum.

Feeling the bed shift in weight, Alexa opened her eyes to find Harry at her side. He thrusted his fingers into her harder and leant down to suck on her nipple again. “Then cum for me.” His deep voiced demanded while he pumped his fingers in and out of her faster. His blue eyes held her gaze as he waited for Alexa to crumble from his touch.

“Oh, my god.” Alexa breathed in and bit down on her bottom lip tried to contain what Harry was doing to her body. The sensations were all too much for her body to handle between Harry’s mouth and tonguing devouring her breast and his fingers torturing her with each movement in and out of her.

Alexa gave in while her body shook and climaxed over the edge. “Harry!” She called out his name and gripped his arm to sink her nails into as the overwhelming sensation coursed through her. Her whole body quivered until it rode out the orgasm as she writhed under his fingers, releasing a cascade of moans.

A pair of soft lips kissed her forehead making her eyes open to see Harry straddling between her legs and rubbing his member up and down her wet slit. “Sorry, love. You needed to cum to relax.”

“Harry?” Alexa reached down and grasped him again, taking control of him. “I haven’t had anyone this big before.” Alexa voiced her concern that was circling in her eyes.

“I figured…” Harry displayed a proud smirk on his lips that earned him a playful swat across his chest. He felt accomplished that he made Alexa orgasm by his fingers and mouth. “I needed you to be relaxed enough to take me. We can go slow.” The prince understood her concern.

“You ready?” He towered over her body and brushed away the stray blonde hair off of her face. Alexa nodded silently while looking up into his blue eyes longingly. She loved the thought that he was always checking in with her to make sure she was ok. Little things like that made her trust the prince more and felt safe to be vulnerable with him.

“Good. Because I cannot wait any longer to have you.” Harry’s lips spread into a smirk before tugging on Alexa’s lips one more time. Alexa released him and gave back all his control as he tried to calm her nerves.

Harry ran the tip of his cock up and down her wet pussy a few more times. But, he saw Alexa’s thighs tense up. “Relax, Alexa.” He urged her too as she breathed out feeling him kiss down her thigh to send a shiver up her body.

The weight of his body comfortably sat on top of Alexa while her hands gripped his forearms to brace herself. Harry locked in Alexa’s eyes as he pressed the tip of his member inside her slowly as her pussy engulfed him. Alexa cried out in pain as her insides clenched around him and pulsed. “God, you are so tight.” He stopped and gave her time to adjust before moving further inside as her tight pussy gripped and pulled him in further.

Harry tugged on her lips in an attempt to distract Alexa as he slid in all the way, filling her completely with his cock. Alexa’s nails dug into Harry’s back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her breath hitched having never felt this full before in her life. She felt his fingers trace along her cheeks down to her jaw bone as a look of concern replaced the desire in his eyes.

“Are you ok?” Harry felt her stretching to accommodate his large member. To be frank, she was the tightest he ever had and he thought he did well to prepare her, but that painful expression on her face had started to soften.

“Harry, I’m fine.” She breathed out and gently stroked his cheek, seeing the concern fade from his face.

He bucked his hips slowly gaining a steady rhythm as Alexa’s cries were replaced with lust filled moans. Harry captured them in his mouth as their bodies became synched in a steady rhythm. Alexa’s ankles dug into Harry’s ass and pushed himself in deeper making her toes curl and back arch up to meet his thrusts. Harry’s arms wrapped around her waist and picked up her legs giving a couple of hard thrusts as he plunged into her pussy making her tits bounce.

Harry’s strong hands trailed up to her back and lifted her body up as she fully sat down on him with a gasp. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and stifled her moans against him, pumping up into her while holding Alexa securely against him. Her hard nipples scraped against his chest with each thrust causing Harry to devour one of them in his mouth. Alexa lifted her head, locking eyes with the prince. She cupped his cheeks tenderly and stared into his eyes as she felt Harry fill her completely over and over again.

Their bodies became one as they moved against one on another while their longing gaze lingered. Alexa stroked Harry’s cheek gently with her delicate hands as they moved into his ginger hair to grip it tightly as he picked up the speed, bouncing Alexa off of him.

He buried his head into her chest, inhaling her sweet scent while her delicious moans filled his ears. The prince kissed his way back up to her neck and gently balled up a fist full of hair, tugging on it to gain more access to her neck. Alexa moaned and melted into the confines of Harry’s arms as their pace slowed into a passion fueled state.

“Harry….” Alexa moaned his name as he deeply thrusted into her body. “Ahhh.” Even with his slow deliberate movements, he filled her with every thrust.

“Fuck, Alexa.” Harry could hardly handle her sexy moans as I drove him further into a frenzy. He ensured he had a good grasp on her body as the prince laid her back down on top of the bed.

Harry glanced down at his naked girlfriend smirked. “God, you are so beautiful.” The smile that appeared on her lips was one he committed to his memory. “I can’t wait to watch you cum again.” His smirk morphed into a devilish grin as he picked up her legs and started fucking her harder.

The string of endless moans that escaped Alexa’s lips in combination of the sounds of their skin slapping together made Harry nearly cum right there. “Babe, I want you to cum with me.” He dropped her legs as she innately wrapped herself around him without Harry missing one beat and continued his pounding.

He grabbed Alexa’s hands to hold them above her head as their fingers intertwined and clenched their fists together tightly. Alexa’s lips brushed against Harry’s as he smiled with a crooked grin, enjoying the sight before him. She stifled a whimper as she clenched around him sensing the beginning of her climax. Alexa turned her head and bit down on her lower lip trying to make herself last longer, but the way Harry was driving his hips into her wildly forced her to give in.

“Harry… I can’t….” Alexa shrieked while her pussy pulsed around Harry’s member nearly tossing him over the edge with her. He held on as long as he could while her body writhed beneath him. His strong hands cradled her delicate frame as she allowed her body to be overtaken from her orgasm that coursed through, causing her to quiver around his waist.

Alexa breathed out breathlessly as she bucked her hips one more time against Harry and that made his member hit another sensitive spot within her. She locked in his gaze and saw the contorted face as he tried to contain himself until Alexa was finished. Her hands cupped his cheeks, keeping his deep blue eyes locked with hers.

Harry thrusted as in as deep as he could one last time and felt her contract around him again. He slowly slipped himself out of his girlfriend as a pair of soft hands grasped him and sent him over the edge. “Fuck, Alexa. I am going to cum.” The prince’s moan was so low it was almost a growl. With gentle strokes he felt himself release rope after rope of white sticky cum onto her abdomen, groaning as he emptied his balls onto her.

Alexa’s pussy ached, missing that feeling of being so full she could hardly bare it as the void left in her brought her mind back to reality. Stroking his hard cock she watched him unravel as his moans brought a cheeky smile onto her lips knowing she was the one that caused him to orgasm.

The prince regained composure and tilted his head seeing that smirk grow on her soft lips. “Yes, love. That’s what you did to me.” He brought his lips down to kiss her delicately as the weight of his body collapsed on top of her.

Harry rolled onto his side allowing Alexa to get out of bed to clean herself off. His eyes were glued to her backside noticing little red marks on her bottom while she walked into his bathroom naked. Within a couple minutes, Alexa came crawling back into bed with the prince beaming from ear to ear.

END MATURE*

Harry lifted his arm up in the air so Alexa could snuggle into his warm body while she lied on her side. She placed the palm of her hand on his chest and released a deep sigh alerting the prince as he looked down to see if she was alright.

“Alexa?” His deep voice caused her head to lift to reveal the smile that stayed stagnant on her lips.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ok?” The concern flashed across his face as his free hand started to stroke through her blonde hair.

“Yeah. More than ok.” Her green eyes fluttered as she maneuver her body high enough to lock lips with Harry. “That was… amazing.” Alexa confessed with a light giggle as her cheeks flushed with a crimson blush.

“That was pretty great.” Harry lightly laughed with her. “No regrets?”

Alexa did not hesitate in shaking her head. “No, none.” She stared up fondly into his blue eyes as they laid there in silence, neither one wanting to go to sleep yet. So instead, they sat up and cuddled with one another and talked late into the night.

Alexa had dozed off first with her head resting on Harry’s chest with one leg strewn across his body. He was wide awake watching her sleep soundly, but his mind could not stop thinking of how to protect her from what was to surely come. He felt the cool skin on her arms and pulled up his comforter higher to cover her up past her exposed breasts. She shifted in his arms with a light moan and snuggled her head back into the crook of his neck.

The prince was caught off guard the night that he locked eyes with Alexa across the bar, but he could no help but smile seeing her sleeping peacefully wrapped up in his arms. But, when morning came she would be known to the world as Eugenie’s maid of honor. Harry hoped that the news would pass over quickly and the media would focus on Eugenie instead of Alexa. For the time being, Alexa was safe in his arms and that thought was the only thing he could hold onto as his eyes drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Harry rubbed his tired eyes, careful not to wake up his girlfriend that was still fast asleep. Alexa had woke him up in the middle of the night by mounting Harry and having sex for the second time that night. Hence, why they were still asleep at ten am. Hearing a buzzing sound, Harry looked towards the bedside table watching Alexa’s phone going off like crazy.

He sighed knowing that the news had been released. Harry’s eyes drifted down to the woman sleeping in his arms, praying that she would sleep a while longer for when she woke up, her world would be a different place than she could ever imagine.

He carefully leaned over and picked up her phone and saw multiple missed calls from her father and texts from her family and friends. His shift in weight caused Alexa’s eyes to flutter open as she moaned deeply feeling the light peaking through his curtains assault her eyes.

“Mmmmm.” She wiggled in his arms and frowned causing the prince to laugh.

“Not so much a morning person now Lex, huh?” He smiled before leaning down to press his lips against her forehead.

“Morning boyfriend.” Alexa opened her eyes and found Harry’s lips, tugging down on them softly. She reached up and played with his hair, innocently forgetting about the release. But, Harry could not hide the frown that wrinkled his forehead.

“Harry?” Alexa angled her head up at him with concern growing on her face. “What’s wrong?”

The prince closed his blue eyes and mustered the courage within himself to tell her. This was what he had planned with Eugenie. That he would be there with Alexa when the news were to be released. “Alexa.” He opened them and stared down at his girlfriend who put two and two together.

“The release…” Alexa confirmed her suspicions as Harry nodded. She sat up and looked around for her phone and then back to Harry who was holding it out for her in his hand.

“Your father keeps calling you.” He watched as her shaky hand took the phone from him and unlocked it to scroll through all the missed calls and texts. Alexa sighed and felt immediately overwhelmed at the bombardment of questions. She accidentally clicked on a link that one of her friends had sent her and opened out about an article already written about her.

Harry could see her reading something on her phone as she attempted to hide her facial reactions from him. “You shouldn’t read that.” He tried to intervene seeing the title of the article.

‘Princess Eugenie’s Maid of Honor, a commoner. Who is Alexa Grey and where did she come from?’

“They already know where I went to school, where I did my internship, my degrees.” Her finger continued to scroll through the article. “Oh look, they even got pictures from my private instagram.” Alexa laughed nervously as she did not know how to react to all of this.

“Shit. My dad is calling.” Alexa rejected his call and tossed the phone out into the hallway as it scraped along his hardwood floor. “I can’t deal with that right now.”

“Alexa…” Harry softly scolded her. “You should talk to him. He’s probably worried ab-”

“No don’t.” She held up her finger to silence him, not wanting to discuss it further. “I’m fine, ok?” Alexa scrambled out of the bed and grabbed a towel. “I am going to take a shower and then I will.” The bathroom door slammed closed leaving Harry lying in his bed knowing fully well that Alexa was far from fine.

A few minutes later…

Alexa felt the hot warm trickle down her body as she tried to forget all the comments that she had read below the article. Harry was not aware of the fact that she quickly scrolled through them and the harsh words she had read still stung in her mind. She needed some time alone to get her head sorted before she could even comprehend calling her family. Alexa had forgotten to even tell them about the release as she was focused on other things, that the shock was probably more concerning to them.

The bathroom door creaked open as Alexa could hear heavy footsteps walking towards her. Alexa was facing away from the shower entrance when she felt a cool air hit her body, indicating that Harry was coming in with her. He silently stepped in behind Alexa and kissed her shoulder, not wanting to interrupt her thoughts, but wanting her to know he was there.

Alexa immediately turned around and peaked up at the prince to see the water trickling down his naked body. His blue eyes were full of concern, as his brow remained furrowed. Their eyes held a silent conversation as Alexa attempted not to lose control of the composure she attempted to find the past few minutes.

She stepped forward and his arms lifted wrapping around her wet body as she rested her head on his muscular chest. Alexa closed her eyes as the prince combed through her wet hair and moved them closer to the heat of the water that bounced off their conjoined bodies.

The security she felt with Harry instantly calmed the blonde down. No words were spoken as the comfortable silence between them allowed Alexa to sort through her thoughts and come to terms with it all. Her hands rubbed up and down Harry’s back while picking her head off of his chest to gaze up at her boyfriend who was already looking down at her.

“I just want a little time.” She broke the silence and confessed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “To be with you and not worry today after the amazing night we had last night.”

Harry nodded with an understanding look. “I know you do. But, at some point you are going to have to face it. I think things with fly over quick, but I can’t predict anything.” He leaned in and kissed her temple gently.

“This means we have to be really careful now right?” The hint of sadness in her eyes made Harry’s heart ache in his chest at what she was referring to.

“Don’t worry about that now. I still have a few days to have you all to myself.” He chuckled and brought a beaming smile back onto her lips.

“Does that include shower sex?” Alexa winked at the prince and bit down on her lower lip at the thought of it. Alexa longed for a distraction.

“God, woman!” Harry shook his head at his girlfriend. “Can I not satisfy you? You are insatiable!” The prince knew this was a tactic for distraction, but he was willing to do whatever he could to help Alexa.

“Well, now that I got a taste of the crown jewels… I want more.” Alexa looked up with desire building in her eyes.

“Come here, sexy.” Harry groaned as he bent down and picked up Alexa in his arms.

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sam-not-samantha · 4 years

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The Blackwoods & the Rheiders

“A train wreck dynasty of cash stacks and funny farms.”

#sltask02

[Photos embedded, but not all characters have a faceclaim.]

The Blackwoods (Immediate)

Andrew Blackwood | Father | June 21, 1969-April 30, 2017 “Paycheck giver. Businessman. Quiet and kind, yet so apathetic.” Eliza Blackwood (née Rheider) | Mother | October 28, 1971-April 30, 2017 “Whiny bitch. Passive-aggressive. Judgmental. Tasteless. Fucking DEAD.” Samantha “Sam” Blackwood | Self | February 5, 1995 “Best fucking person you’ll ever meet.”

The Extended (And not-so-distant)

Jodi Rheider | Maternal aunt | July 1, 1975 “Anti-vaxer. Vegan. Cunt. Used to get cocktails with Kris Jenner.” Jenna Rheider | Maternal cousin | April 14, 1994 “Brainless twit. And a narc; ratted me out for doing coke only for her mom to do the rest.” Connor Rheider | Maternal cousin | November 2, 1999 “Quirky. Genius. Loves drones. Probably in charge of WikiLeaks.”

Luke Rheider | Maternal uncle | May 4, 1966 “Pretentious. Thinks old money is anything over a year. Football fan. Moron.” Charli Diamond | Maternal aunt-in-law | October 31, 1982 “Second wife. Thinks Luke’s gonna die soon, but she deserves gold. Refused the name.” Bastien Rheider | Maternal cousin | January 28, 1988 “One of the two actually cool people in this family. Sarcastic. Sick. Sweet.” Evie Rheider | Maternal first cousin, once removed | September 12, 2008 “Started sweet, is now fully demonic.”

Paul Blackwood | Paternal uncle | October 6, 1965 “Loudly republican. Loudly terrible. Horrible suits. Still calls me ‘Squirt’.” Charlotte Blackwood (née Gilfrey) | Paternal aunt-in-law | May 10, 1967 “If Ann Coulter was slightly younger and somehow slightly worse.” Kim Blackwood | Paternal cousin | August 1, 1987 “Couture PotteryBarn expert. Insufferable. Screechy. Trend-chaser.” George White | Cousin-in-law-to-be | November 7, 1980 “The manifestation of Kim’s daddy issues. Wedding date is permanently TBD.” Lisa Blackwood | Paternal cousin | April 9, 1989 “Mini-Eliza. Clothing terrorist. Should’ve been aborted.” Salvatore Stracci | Cousin-in-law-to-be | October 22, 1976 “Tall, Italian and scary. Also in a state of perpetual engagement and dissatisfaction.” Alessandro Blackwood | Paternal first cousin, once removed | May 31, 2010 “Had to hold him at a party once. He spat on me.”

Michael Blackwood | Patnernal uncle | May 1, 1967 “I legitimately don’t know if he and Paul are different people.” Natalie Blackwood (née Gainsbourg) | Paternal aunt-in-law | July 1, 1968 “Quiet, but clearly judgmental. Alopecia. Clings to Michael desperately.” Heather Blackwood | Paternal cousin | March 14, 1990 “The only sane woman. Editor at Harper’s Bazaar with Natalie. Goddess. Soul sister.”

Matthew Blackwood | Paternal uncle | Stillborn August 8, 1970

Dances– The Blackwoods | A Personal Essay (Written pre-parental death).

It was a dance.

It always was, no matter what. No, there was never any music. No stage. No choreography. But conversations with my mother were always an intricate samba on a tightrope.

It could begin at any moment, about anything. Simple small talk about where I went for brunch yesterday morning could turn into a bitchfest about my weight– as if being 110 was something to be ashamed of. The mere presence of an unopened, monthly bank statement could turn into a lecture about financial responsibility– as if she wasn’t surrounded by new, shiny things and maxed out AMEX cards. And, far more recently, a quick, innocent glance at the alcohol cabinet would have me sat down with some professional life coach while she watched, a vodkatini in hand.

Eliza Blackwood (born Eliza Rheider in 1971) was a bitch. An absolute bitch. A wretched, spoiled, high-strung, narcissistic, classist, borderline-anorexic, Valium-addicted, Shalimar-drenched, Kris Jenner-wannabe bitch. She was lucky she came from money, because if she wasn’t, I don’t think she’d be alive right now. I mean, I’m lucky, too, but I’m grateful for what I have.

Her parents were corporate assholes– her dad worked for Goldman Sachs, and his wife was a vapid, shrill, useless little brat not unlike her daughter. And, of course, that unloveable little bitch went and married someone who could satisfy her financial needs and not embarrass the family name– Andrew Blackwood, a New York politician from a family of Wall Street types (Some of whom also worked at Goldman Sachs, which is how the two met). On paper, they were a match made in heaven. A wealthy politician and his obnoxious jetsetter wife.

But, fortunately for me, even though I hadn’t been born quite yet, Andrew was a good, caring man. While Eliza was (and still is) ruthless, selfish and absolutely disgustingly horrible, Andrew had a heart. He cared about people. And things. Which was why he went into politics. He wanted to make a change. While his family was a bunch of wealthy Republicans, he was entirely Democratic, a fact that nearly alienated from them entirely (if only it had actually managed to keep his family out of my life) which is why I’m still in awe that he wound up with a pathetic Paris Hilton knockoff. A politician with a heart of gold wound up with a blue blood twat who measures her love in karats.

But back to her dances.

I’m not entirely sure where they come from. I mean, no matter how much you analyze someone and their family and upbringing and everything, you can’t pin point their personality traits and their behaviors. That said, I think I have a fair amount of clues as to where Eliza’s horrid personality came from.

While her relationship with her mother is mostly concealed to me, their lifestyle was no secret. Eliza always went on about how well she lived as a kid, how luxurious her house was, how high the thread count in the sheets of her crib was, and how she washed her face with caviar or something. But how she got along with her mother was never fully described. I’ve seen hints here and there– a glare across a table at a gala or whispers on the phone. But I don’t know too much. As far as I know, Eliza’s mother– Mrs. Karen Rheider– didn’t even bother to raise any of her three children. I wouldn’t have been surprised had they all been raised by a nanny while Karen went went on living as a trophy wife. But I assume that the two of them, when they did interact, got along the same way Eliza and I do– and that would make it safe to assume Eliza picked up her bitchy words, malicious intentions and passive-aggressive, condescending demeanor from her mother. The family bitchiness is hereditary.

Passive-aggressiveness is definitely a running trait in my family. I see it to an extent on my dad’s side– his brothers and him bicker endlessly, and they seem to show some slight disapproval for his opposing political stance, as if world views are trivial dinner conversation. But it pales in comparison to the Rheider family’s guilt. Aside from me, and my mother, I see it in the rest of the family.

My aunt Jodi, mother of two, is another disgusting person. Like Jenny McCarthy, she refused to vaccinate her kids because she believed it would make them autistic. Her son, Connor, has caught the flu every single year since he was six. The three (including her daughter Jenna) currently reside together at a nudist resort, where the kids were homeschooled… because they lack their immunizations. But that’s kind of besides the point– any time Jodi decides to dress up and sneak out into the world of normalcy, she misses no opportunity to make slick comments that everyone else in the family is living incorrectly. Thankfully, everyone else has mastered the art of clapback.

Eliza’s brother, Luke, and his wife, Charli (a full 16 years younger than him) are an obnoxiously pretentious couple who are all too proud of their FormDecor relationship and all too ashamed of everyone else’s. Luke has a son, Bastien, who he had with his first wife, that’s only 6 years younger than Charli. However, Bastien’s one of the few people on my mother’s side of the family that I actually enjoy. We share similar morals, and gratefulness for what we’ve been given, and spend every single family function together ripping the family apart. It’s a shame they never hear us.

Even the family elders have the same disapproving, condescending disdain for everything that my mom displays. But they’re far too silent around me to reveal anything noteworthy. The most words I’ve ever heard from my great grandmother Dorothy Cross (my mother’s mother’s mother), was scolding Jodi for her nudist colony being racially integrated, so it’s safe to say not much good was going to come from that generation. Fortunately, most of them are dead– Dorothy passed in 2011 (though her husband is still living off of a diamond-encrusted life support machine), and Eliza’s father’s parent’s are both long gone. Three out of Andrew’s four parents are deceased, his mother’s mother Clarissa Pullock (or something like that) is still alive, though I’ve never met her and probably never will– our first interaction will probably be at her funeral where I’m forced to pretend to mourn.

While Eliza’s family is dominated by a vile matriarchy, Andrew’s family has been dominated by powerful men with miniature dicks who made the Blackwood name known very much for investment banking until bank holding companies began to reign supreme, after which the family figured they would be better off in electoral politics. Andrew’s grandfather, Adam Blackwood, worked up a networth of slightly over $1 billion, and while his successors haven’t exactly been slacking, I don’t think any of them are ever going to do as well as him (but at the end of the day, if Andrew decided to have a bonfire using $100 bills as kindling, we’d recover before the fire even went out). Adam had two sons– Matthew and Bernard, and both received their jobs at Wall Street after him in a clear sign of nepotism. Bernard married a real estate agent named Elaine or Elle or something like that and had a million kids– most of which were boys. I don’t know much about them, and I don’t really care to. Matthew married some Janet something and had four kids– Paul (1965), Michael (1967), Andrew (1969), and Matthew Jr. (stillborn in 1970).

Unfortunately for this generation of men, who, unsurprisingly, continued the trend of nepotism and began work at the same place as their ancestors (save for Andrew who stayed in school, exploring his interests), none of them were able to produce any boys to continue the line. Paul was the first to reproduce– shooting out Kim and Lisa in 1987 and 1989, and as soon as the Kardashian sisters came around, they tried their hardest to be them but soon settled with just being their very close friends (and it’s safe to say I can’t stand any of them). Michael had Heather in 1990, and somehow, amidst a family of putrid, selfish monsters, she wound up a tasteful and snarky angel of hope. Like Bastien, we spend our family events together, an unholy trio of stylish black sheep.

And then finally, February 5, 1995, I came around. Eliza and Andrew had been married for about three years, and finally had me. Adam was still alive at the time and was praying for a great grandson– only to be disappointed for the fourth time. Almost as a sign of flippancy towards him, they named me Sam (well, Samantha, but I’ve grown accustomed to Sam and refuse to be called by my full first name unless I’m being charged with something). My mother made my middle name Elizabeth– because she hoped that I would follow in her footsteps. She once said naming me after her was “the biggest mistake” she ever made, which I don’t think is entirely unfair because taking after her is the last thing I ever want to do. And I’ve spent the last twenty-one years learning all of this.

People always say that blood is thicker than water, or whatever. That we’re supposed to stick with our families (over friends, or, well, anything). There’s been some mindset that family comes before all, that you honor your last name above anything and everything. I don’t believe that for one second. As if who happened to bang should determine everything about you. I despise almost all of that. And I won’t claim any of the ones that I don’t like for one second. I’ll take a tango any day. Fuck blood. And fuck the Blackwoods.

#sltask #sltask02

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fulcrumahsokaamidala · 4 years

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Fan Fic Catch Up: One-shot

Hello, everyone!!! So this is me thanking awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and all the time they put into their fics. ♥️ I want to recommend spectacular fanfic stories I’ve read since my last spectacular Saturday post! ♥️ Which was last November!!! Saturday spectacular post will resume this Saturday. Will still be tagged as #saturday spectacular fic rec

This is the second of three catch up posts.

Completed multi-chapter fics

WIP fic

One-shots

cook with love (to make food for the soul) by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: ‘I don’t really cook.’ ‘That makes sense.’

An expansion on the beginning sequence of 8x05 within which Oliver takes it upon himself to try and remedy a gap in Mia’s education. The kitchen.

these faultlines in our guard by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Instead of forcing Mia into doing the initiation bell exercise, the Bratva use more extreme measures to try and extract information from Oliver, using his daughter. Mia is left trying to deal with the physical and emotional aftermath of being tortured in front of her father while he dials his overprotective instincts from 10 up to 11.

Viscount Hood’s Return by @hope-for-olicity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Lady Felicity Smoak attends a Yuletide Ball and is surprised to discover Viscount Hood.

A Perfect Holiday Getaway by @blondeeoneexox | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: This fic is just a whole lot of holiday Olicity fluff.

no I don’t hardly know her (but I think I could love her) by vickovac | Brooklyn Nine-Nine | One-shot

Summary: 'I’m in the library doing extra-credit work and you’re working on a term paper due tomorrow’/'you accidentally took my coffee’ 'you really drink that?’/'I took the flyer for the society you were handing out because you’re so pretty but I have no idea what we actually do’ AU

or Amy Santiago, like any normal college student, has a routine. Naturally, her class rival, Jake Peralta, disrupts it…in the best way possible.

Boyfriends From College by Impossibly_Izzy | Brooklyn Nine-Nine & One Day at a TIme | One-shot

Summary: Jake dated two guys in college, but doesn’t realize until he introduces one of them to Amy.

Into the B99-Verse by ThatOneSmolFangirl | Brooklyn Nine-Nine & Into the Spider-Verse | One-shot

Summary: that title was so bad ANYWHO, our favorite boy, Miles Morales, finds himself in the Brooklyn-99 precinct. Him interacting with everyone and generally having a good time. Based off that one tumblr post

Are You Wearing My Shirt? by @green-arrows-of-karamel | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Felicity has a little accident and borrows Oliver’s shirt.

Not The Last Time by CSM | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Post 804. Mia desperately wants to see her mother and there is no stopping her, so Oliver and William accompany her to Bloomfield to see a surprised Felicity and baby Mia.No association with my other season 8 fic

Big Belly Reprieve by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Bored in the bunker waiting for their parents to finish at the gala, FTA head to Big Belly to introduce Mia to the food of their childhood. [Set in 8x06: Reset]

Merry and Bright by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: The 2013 Queen Consolidated Holiday Office Party sneaks up on CEO, Oliver Queen, but if he’s learnt one thing this year, it’s that anything’s possible when he has Felicity Smoak by his side. (For the 'Olicity Holiday Tropes Challenge’ prompt: Office Party)

The Little Green Secret by @green-arrows-of-karamel | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: This is not how Oliver imagined New Year’s Eve was going to be.

A Heart Full of Love by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: With Christmas upon them now, Felicity has to admit that she’s incredibly excited as well to do something other than eat takeout and watch Disney movies with her baby girl. Sharing the Queen’s traditions with them is just another move towards them becoming a more cohesive family and she’ll always be excited for that. [A Christmas morning fic set within my Single Parents AU 'Welcome to Starling Prep Elementary’ around a year later]

sugar and smoke rings by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: He never would have believed the full story if it hadn’t come directly from the lips of the man he trusts most in the world. The legendary vigilantes Green Arrow and Overwatch had a daughter no one knew about?[How Connor meets Mia, pre-s7 flashforwards]

kissing death and losing my breath by fbismoak (midwestwind) | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: “In the grand scheme of things, she figures she’s probably due for a mental break anyway.“Picks up immediately after the end of 2x07.

A Late Christmas Present by @alanna-the-lionheart | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: When Oliver and Felicity’s friends send their wedding gift back to them, the two of them feel quite differently about it. Oliver tamps down his frustrations in an effort to make Felicity feel better, and together, the two of them turn an unpleasant situation on its head.

a father should be great by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Two conversations, thirty years apart. A seven-year-old Felicity and a nine-year-old Mia. Both two scared girls wondering why their fathers are no longer with them. Both seeking the comfort of their mothers.

Everything by WinnieTherPooh | Agents of SHIELD | One-shot

Summary: Jemma tries to reconcile the Doctor of the Framework with her Fitz. Set immediately post-Framework (in a world where the space adventure doesn’t happen, or at least doesn’t begin right away).

hot chocolate conversations by riverwoodhills | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Walter stumbles upon a distraught Oliver being consoled by his Executive Assistant in his office, a hot chocolate being passed subconsciously between them.

open up the door for you by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: A random evening with a little too much whiskey leads to Mia opening up to Connor about where she comes from and a little bit more.

gentle lady, your knight is here ready by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Set in S2. A collection of missing scenes. The five times Oliver took care of Felicity and the one time she took care of him.

(drop everything) meet me in the moonlight by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Oliver is working late one summer’s night in the mayoral office when a text from Felicity alerts him that everything is not alright with his beautiful, blonde ex-fiancée partner. (or post-s4, Felicity’s trying desperately to deal with the guilt of Havenrock and reaches out to Oliver one night when it’s all a little too much.)

we do, but friends don’t by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Detective Billy Malone learns many things early on in his relationship with Felicity Smoak but his most important finding is just how close she seems to be with her ex-fiancé, newly appointed Mayor Queen.[a (semi-)outside perspective on olicity, just before the start of s5]

Life was Full of Surprises - and Oliver Queen was the Best One byaponderingcharming | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Set sometime in Season 2. After a rough night, Oliver gets drunk and Felicity is left to take care of him. After some fluff and a heartwarming moment of honesty, Felicity notes a shift in their relationship.

kneel by 101places | Agents of SHIELD | One-shot

Summary: Simmons has a bad reaction to an episode of Doctor Who.

a dance or two to escape the gloom by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Queen Incorporated’s Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak of Smoak Technologies, rival CEOs, dance with each other at a holiday gala to avoid their exes.

New Year’s Eve by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: William pulls a 5x20 on Connor and Mia, locking them inside the bunker on New Year’s Eve with Indian food and wine. Of course, things escalate.

Regret by Altum_Videtur | Star Wars: The Clone Wars | One-shot

Summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of Ryloth, Ahsoka comes to terms with being responsible for other people’s lives. Set right after Storm Over Ryloth.

The Subtleties of Fashion by FrostOnGalway | Star Wars: The Clone Wars | One-shot Summary: Can we all agree that Ahsoka’s first outfit with the tube-top and mini-skirt is terrible for so many reasons? Anakin thinks so, and he’s gonna take a stand against stupid costume designers. The only problem is, how does he do that without hurting Ahsoka? When faced with a crisis of fashion (or most crises, really) the obvious solution is to go to Padmé for help. AKA The story of how Ahsoka gets her new outfit in Season 3. AKA The Fashion and the Arts (of Subtlety) Remix

you put your arms around me (and i’m home) by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: The bunker is filled with people, Mia had been right about that, and there are many faces she recognizes staring back at her in shock but Mia is only interested in one of them.[An 8x10 spec-fic based off of the promo stills wherein Adult Mia meets 2020 Felicity]

no one will win this time by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Canon divergent from COIE Part 5.Instead of targeting the Paragons, the pissed-off Anti-Monitor sends shadow demons after Oliver’s loved ones. Realizing two of the people Oliver loves most are vulnerable currently out in Bloomfield, dealing with the archer’s death, Sara rushes to protect Felicity and baby Mia, and bring them back to Star City so they can keep them safe.

The Next Right Thing by @inlovewithimpossibillity | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: A cabin. A wife. A teenager. A baby. Felicity Smoak is shaken to her core after the events of Crisis but she must come together for her son and daughter now. For Oliver, and for the true reason he sacrificed so much.

Take Your Daughter Into Battle Day by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Oliver and Mia are trying to keep her identity secret from the other superheroes as Crisis begins, saying that she’s a Green Arrow from E-20 called Maya. But after their first huge team battle, Barry and Kara quickly notice something is up between them - and the truth unfolds.

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#saturday spectacular fic rec #jazzy's fic catch up #weekly fic recs

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Cute Connor and Markus headcanons please??

Markus leaves love notes in Connor’s work bag for him to find later in the day.

Connor will stay up late until Markus is done with work just so he can see him for a few minutes before saying goodnight and falling asleep

When Markus has to travel to DC Connor wears Markus’s clothes because they smell like him

Markus has an endless patience for Connor’s infodumping

When Markus is stressed Connor will sit up and scratch his back until he relaxes and falls asleep-- then sometimes stays up to make sure he doesn’t have nightmares.

Markus and Connor accidentally make up a game where one of them will sneak up behind them and pick the other one up bridal style: sometimes it results in cute kisses and surprised yelps-- other times they both end up on their asses laughing

“Wait do I like this or that better I can’t remember” “You like that better” “Oh thanks”

They have weird as conversations that can vary from “But if we don’t have brain chemicals then what fuels an android’s PTSD?” to “Do you think snakes wish they have arms?”

Connor over listens to certain songs with no limit to how much he loves them, but Markus hears one song too many times and absolutely loses his mind because he’s heard that song so many times Connor please hes begging you no more hes dying Connor.

It gets to the point where Connor will turn on the song across the house and wait a second before from the kitchen he hears Markus go “OH OUNGWONFEW CONNOR NO MORE PLEASE--”

Connor will sneak up behind Markus and lick his ear instead of kissing him because he’s weird and Markus always jumps

While in public Connor is more of a “ill stand back here in the corner you go in the spotlight and do ur thing love u babe” but Markus is a “Hey everyone look at my boyfriend he’s so fucking beautiful and he’s mine” and it results in Connor getting dragged into the spotlight and showered with praise

Connor claims to hate it but it makes him all warm and tingly inside and is good for his self esteem

“Will you carry me” “...” “please” “Yeah okay come here”

Both Markus and Connor are blanket hogs so they have to sleep with like ten blankets or else someone dies

Markus is a little bigger than Connor and a little more built (broader chest and shoulders, just a big taller) whereas Connor is a bit slimmer (narrow hips, flat tummy) and so even though it’s not MUCH of a difference, it does mean that Connor fits perfectly on Markus’s chest and in his arms.

Markus learns that early morning Connor is extremely cuddly and wants to be touching as much of Markus as possible. Only once he’s fully awake does this fade. If Markus has to get up before Connor then it results in a lot of whining and clinging.

Markus likes to pepper Connor’s face with kisses until he gets disoriented and then hold him against his chest.

They get silver wedding rings that glow on their fingers, and when their skins are off the silver changes to blue.

If Markus has to travel somewhere for the revolution and for some reason Connor isn’t going with him, then he usually brings him back something: something he knows Connor would find cute or interesting-- little statues of the empire state building, a plush dog that says it’s running for president. This is a lot longer than I meant it to be but I got on a roll and couldn’t stop.

#markus #connor #conkus #rk1000 #dbh #detroit become human #good thoughts #mine #headcanons #prompts #ideas #a little OCC but thats fun right #Anonymous #my asks #asks

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trashforeverythingdotcom · 5 years

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Vendetta

A/n: This one’s short, but oh well. Chapter 5 will be out soon, so yeah. I mean, yeah. Lmaooo, I suck. Anywho, love y’all no hetero/homo. TAke care of yourselves, and I hope you enjoy this short and lame ass chapter. I couldn’t help but notice that my finger did not leave the shift key quick enough and as a result, there was a capital A where there should not have been. I acknowledge my mistake. Will I do anything about it? No, it’s gonna stay there. :)

Warnings: bro, idfk.

Word count: 2690

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

January 4th, 1926 Small Heath, Birmingham 08:27

The weather was quite cloudy that day, a little more than usual; the precipitation falling slowly from the sky in the form of snow. Whatever sun there was, managed to squeeze itself into his room via the window, and hit his eyes. John stirred around in his bed and groaned, he didn’t quite feel like getting up; getting up would mean that he would start his day. To start his day would mean that he would have to make his bed, pick some clothes out and put them on; he would have to leave his room, wake all his children up, deal with the noise, and clean their rooms up; he would then have to make his way toward the kitchen, cook breakfast for his children, and then wash all the dishes, including the pots and pans used to make the breakfast; and then he’d have to try and find someone to take care of his children while he was gone. He didn’t mind doing it. He really didn’t. It was just that last part that sucked out all the motivation he may have previously had to get up.

Finding someone to take care of his children had proven itself to be a very difficult task. If he’d forgotten what it was like for him during his time as a single father, he was definitely remembering now that he got his membership at the Single Father Club renewed. For years, he didn’t have to cook everyday, clean everyday, --although he did help Esme clean sometimes, he didn’t have to clean everything everyday-- and then struggle to find someone that was willing to take care of his six children. Oh yes, at first, he almost forgot that he only had four children back then.

John laid in bed, hugging his pillow, pressing it tight against his body as he debated when to get up. He thought about the different people he could ask, scanned through them. There was, of course, his aunt. He knew she didn’t mind, to a degree, but he didn’t want to ask. He wanted to sift through his options before having to beg her for the millionth time. There was Mrs. Evans. Actually, no. Mrs. Evans wasn’t an option. He just remembered that she died… a year ago. It was a heart attack that took her, she was in her sixties; a short and stout woman with wrinkles in every visible part of her body. Now that he started to think about her again, she wasn’t exactly a nice woman and even if she were alive, she still wasn’t much of an option. He’d taken his children to her once before. They annoyed the hell out of her. She wasn’t very good with kids. She told him never to bring them back to her and he never did. And now she was dead. There was Mrs. Russo who’d just recently moved into the neighbourhood, but he didn’t want to leave his children with an Italian. Considering that his family was at risk of being killed by Italians and she had just moved in and offered to take care of his kids, he wasn’t going to do that. It was too much of a coincidence to him. Why the hell did she want to be near his kids? Finally, he thought of Mrs. Lloyd, an older lady that lived next to him who had offered to help him take care of his children once. But that was about seven years ago, before his surprise wedding to Esme, before he had a total of six children. He wasn’t sure she’d be so willing to let him take her up on her offer, but he needed to ask anyway. If she turned him down, he’d just have no choice but to leave them with his aunt.

He hadn’t budged from his spot after he made his choice. He laid there without the actual need to get up for another half hour, or so he thought. There was a knock at his front door. Still, he didn't move. It was when he heard the door get unlocked from the inside and creak open that he literally jumped out of bed, buck naked, and stormed out. Stood at the door, holding it open, was his son. On the other side, the outside, was his older brother, Thomas, who couldn't help but guffaw at the sight in front of him. When poor Connor tried to turn his head to see what was so funny, Tommy grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, holding his head against his chest to keep him from looking. "Do you not have manners? You open the door for me but you don't say hi or offer to let your dear uncle in?"

John took the opportunity to sneak back to his room and slip into whatever clothes he decided to wear for the day. He looked in his closet which was comprised of mostly suits and picked out some clothes he could wear around the house in the meantime. He slipped back out of his room, careful not to make too much noise, not wanting to wake the others just yet, and made his way over to the kitchen table. Sat at the kitchen table was his unexpected guest. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Thomas chuckled and raised his brow, “shit, I’m sorry, too. This had better be the last time, we’re not children anymore.”

“No one told you to watch mum change my diapers.”

“What about that time you came up to me to show me you could do the ‘windmill movement’?”

“I was eight.”

“And that time, not too long ago, when I caught you having sex--”

“No one told you to storm into my room without knocking. Everyone knows: if the door is closed, I’m doing things I don’t want people to see.” “I did knock and you told me to come in.”

“I said I was comin’, idiot.”

“Same thing.”

“What do you need, Tommy?”

The question caught his brother off-guard for a second, John could tell. Thomas could be very expressive when he chose to be; he asked the man what he meant by his question. He always asked questions, even when he knew the answer. It annoyed John sometimes, mainly when the questions were directed toward him. He didn’t like that his brother played stupid with him. He sighed and asked him what he really wanted to know, why he was at his home without prior notice. And, in an attempt to play nice, told him that he would have made him something to eat if he had known the man was stopping by; Tommy simply stated that he wasn’t hungry, not addressing the question that had now been asked twice in two different ways. John wasn’t one to let go of things so easily; he merely stared at the man sat in front of him until said man cracked.

Which didn’t take very long, “as you well know, I didn’t take Grace’s death well.” John groaned, he really didn’t want to hear this; he really didn’t want to talk about this. He couldn’t believe his brother actually came over to his apartment to give him a talk about how to ‘properly grieve’ his dead wife. “Did Polly put you up to this?”

Thomas didn’t deny it, “yes, but I also believe it’s a conversation we need to have.”

John started to curse up a storm as Thomas droned on in an unsuccessful stab at either tuning his brother out or getting him to stop talking altogether. “I wanted to apologise for using Esme’s funeral to--”

“Tommy, I really don’t care.”

“I’m really sorry this happened--”

John was fuming at this point. “Tom, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if it flew into my mouth. It’s done. I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t need to talk about it, and I don’t appreciate you pretending to care to listen to me talk about it. And, quite frankly, I don’t appreciate you waltzing in here, trying to talk to me about Grace’s death two years after the fact, when I was begging you to speak to me and all you wanted to do was yell at me and Arthur and tell us what to do and who fucking to kill. Which, I’ll have you fucking know, is how we ended up in this mess in the fucking first place. That is how I ended up without a fucking wife to talk to about my day, to take care of my children, to cook for me and wait for me to come home, to warm the other side of my bed and hold me as I sleep. It’s your fucking fault I have to do this shit alone all over again.”

Thomas tried to apologise once again, but John stopped him right in his tracks. “Don’t worry about it. As long as I get to kill the bastard who ordered it, I’ll be alright.”

The uninvited guest cleared his throat awkwardly and John started to moan and groan for the second time in the span of ten minutes. “What is it now? Are you going to fucking tell me that I can’t do that either?”

“You can’t,” he didn’t even bat an eye when his younger brother slammed his fist onto the table, then flipped the same table and kicked it away. He simply watched as the table slid swiftly to the other side of the kitchen that was connected to the living room. John was breathing heavily and audibly through his nostrils, looking everywhere but at the bearer of bad news; he kept his arms crossed to keep himself from abusing anything else.

"May I ask why I can’t kill him?” he asked politely, though he still made it fairly clear he was very upset through the tone of his voice.

"Because I've already promised to let someone else do that," John barely got to open his mouth before Thomas spoke again to confirm the identity of the person he'd made a promise to.

"That American bitch?"

"Yes, 'that American bitch' is going to be the one to kill him."

"And please, do tell me why a stranger takes precedence over your brother when that Italian bastard killed your brother's wife."

"Because it was part of a deal we made. We take over her gang and her business and she gets to kill Luca."

"Jesus."

"She also brought her brother and her cousins to help provide security for our factory at no cost to us."

"Everything is about fucking money for you, isn't it, Tommy? My fucking wife died, do you know what that means? That man killed our family and you're letting a complete stranger kill the fucker instead of your own brother? Are you fucking kidding me? Why does that bitch even want to kill him--?"

"Dad, we're hungry," his eldest son interrupted him, pointing toward his siblings who stood behind him.

John instantly piped down, embarrassed that his children had seen him upset like that. "Er, yes. I'll make you something to eat right now."

"Can Uncle Tommy cook for us instead?" Katie, his daughter from his marriage to Martha, requested.

"You don't like my cooking?"

"Er... Well..."

"Did you not like the omelette with toast I made yesterday?"

"The toast was burnt, daddy."

"It was not burnt, it's supposed to be cooked like that…” After a mini-staredown with his daughter, he turned to face Thomas, the man he was beyond angry with not too long ago. “I really need to get a maid."

“I can find you some good ones if you’d like.”

The Same Day 16:04

It had been a few hours since John dropped his kids off at Mrs. Lloyd’s house. He was shocked she agreed to babysit them and didn’t at all seem unsettled with the fact that she was going to be caring for five running devils and one troublesome toddler; but he appreciated her help. After spending those hours, running around the factory and working there, John suggested that he and his brothers should make their way to the Garrison pub and spend some time together. And while he thought he was being slick, Tom knew exactly why he was so eager to go there. He’d have had to have been impaired to all his senses to not even guess it. John wasn’t the type to immediately bounce back from an argument or from being angry. If he wasn’t pleased, everyone knew he wasn’t pleased; when he didn’t have reason to save face, of course.

They walked there, smiling and laughing and joking. All the while, John’s mind lingered on one thing and one thing only. He thought it was only fair. If he was being robbed of the chance to kill the man who’d ordered the death of his family, he’d want to know why. Why was this stranger coming into his life and ruining his opportunity to get closure? What made her problems more important than his? And then one little thought slipped into his mind, did she really want to kill him? Now he really wanted to know.

They walked in there, giddy and laughing and joking, save for one. John’s face fell at the sight of her, but he quickly fixed that by propping up a fake smile when Arthur glanced at him. “Whiskey for the three of us!” The eldest brother requested as he dragged the other two into the room they had on permanent reserve for themselves. Y/n got right on it, grabbing three glasses and pouring the requested beverage into each one of them, walking toward the room once she was done. “Bring the bottle!” She heard him yell again. She walked in anyway, dropping off the glasses and letting them know she’d bring the bottle as was ordered.

Y/n noticed something was off when she walked in for the second time with the bottle. The three men were all quiet and two were staring straight at her. She set the glass bottle down on the table. Then, she questioned whether they wanted something else. The excessive staring was getting on her nerves and a third set of eyes, John’s, joined in to make it worse.

Arthur seemed to be upset by something. What is was, she had no clue. She could only assume Thomas and/or John told him something to bring down his mood. Regardless, it was none of her business. Arthur broke the silence, “I’d like to know why you should be Luca’s executioner when my brother’s just lost his wife?”

She ignored Arthur; she didn’t feel like explaining herself to anyone, nor did she feel as if she had to. There was nothing to explain. She wanted what she wanted, made one hell of an offer for her want and that was it. Plain and simple. Nevertheless, she smiled at Thomas, gently grabbing and using her right index finger to draw circles on his hand before speaking in a soft tone. “So, Tommy darlin’, was my offer not enough for y’all?”

“Apparently not,” the tall man cleared his throat and rolled his eyes; lifting his glass up to his lips before taking a swig of his whiskey.

“Oh, how disappointing. My guys are probably tired, I think I’m gonna go check on them now, bring ‘em back home. They’re gettin’ real homesick, ya know?” She let go of his hand and gave Thomas a look. A look he somehow knew the meaning of. A look that told him to get his brothers to stop prying into her personal business and to be grateful they were receiving any form of help from her in the first place or she’d pull out and they’d be scrambling for more help for no reason. And she was back at the bar, serving whomever else walked in and asked for drinks. It seemed as though Thomas heeded her warning: she watched John angrily storm out as she poured some drinks for a group of young men.

#John Shelby #john shelby x reader #john shelby peaky blinders #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders bbc #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby #Arthur Shelby #DJ KHALED #another one #gang gang shit #lmaooo #did i seriously make that a tag?#Yeth #hey #where's perry

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smokedstorybara · 5 years

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I’m compiling a list of all my wips w/ summaries here to remind myself what all I should be working on and keep myself accountable - and if y’all wanna yell at me about them please do

(Also be warned there will be some spoilers in here cause I suck at non spoiler-y summaries)

Fanfics:

Dear Evan Hansen:

(Apprentice) Park Ranger Handsome part 16 (doesn’t even have a name yet I’m so sorry)

Evan and Connor’s first date!! They go to the orchard of course, and have more relationship conversation... and a picnic.

Fae Court AU

Prince Connor of the Winter Court falls in love with a human boy and acts on it, despite his parents having Rules against relationships with humans. The consequences are big but Connor and Evan weather them well.

Flash:

Soulmate AU (I’m thinking ‘Dream A Little Dream Of Me’ for series title)

A series of one-shots following the Arrowverse characters - with a bit of a focus on Team Flash and the Legends - as they find love and happiness , with some bumps along the way, in a world where you share dreams with your soulmate. Timeline is spread out from Stein and Clarissa’s first meeting to some point around mid canon.

endgame ships include Barry/Len, Hartley/Cisco, Wally/Jax, Sara/Ava, Nate/Ollie/Felicity/Lisa(it’ll make sense I promise), Iris/Caitlin/Shawna, and more

Role-reversal AU

In a world where Barry was kept strictly away from the file on his mother’s murder after he becomes a CSI he grows resentful and distrusting of law-enforcement and a little quicker to recognize that he can’t entirely fix the issues with the police from the inside. So when he wakes from a nine month coma with super speed his first thought is how much he can shove the police’s faces in the fact that the system isn’t perfect and needs to change... he becomes the world’s fastest thief - unbeatable. At least until he goes after a certain diamond at the same time as one Leonard Snart, who walks away from the encounter looking to the world like a hero and gets a sweet taste of positive press that he’s not all that eager to give up.

Harry Potter crossover

Snart and Rory go “backpacking across Europe” on a ridiculous challenge to steal one thing in each country. Their last stop is in England and they’ve set their sights on a suburb in Surrey... which leads them to noticing the treatment of the young nephew of their potential target. Being survivors of abuse themselves they decide to remove him from that environment... along with all of Vernon Dursley’s valuables. Raising a kid is hard, raising a magical kid while maintaining positions as master thieves? ...piece of cake...

Check Please:

Moving On

When Jack and Bitty go through a messy breakup their friends are torn and Bitty is uncertain about what to do, especially when he has to go back to Georgia - where he’s firmly in the closet - for summer break. He can’t talk to his family or his friends about all his conflicting feelings about what happened, so he somehow finds himself corresponding with the one person who he knows would understand - Jack’s other ex, Kent Parson. He also finds himself growing closer to the previous year’s freshmen on his college hockey team and the team’s new manager - especially when summer ends and they’re all handling the situation better than the rest of his friends - ie: behaving like nothing happened except that they’re immediately down to fight Jack at a moment’s notice.

The Umbrella Academy:

Ghost Dave (that’s what it’s called in my google docs but it’s definitely not gonna be the title of the final product)

Dave Katz has been haunting the surviving members of his unit for a couple decades when the story about the 43 women comes on the news; a story Dave had heard plenty about before he died from his lover, Klaus Hargreeves. In whose tellings of it he was one of the children born that day. He also had claimed a few times to be from the future so Dave was fairly willing to take this as proof he was telling the truth. Immediately Dave seeks out Reginald Hargreeves and the 7 of the children he adopted. Over the next 29 years Dave follows the young Klaus around, giving him advice and unconditional friendship and protection from the other ghosts the poor kid could see.

Circle Of Magic crossover

When Tris finds herself dropping out of some kind of portal in a strange land it doesn’t take her long to figure out that some mage had decided to get rid of her - and possibly her siblings - by banishing her to another world, one with advanced technology but not much by way of magic - if one didn’t count the six super-powered siblings she appeared in the middle of. At the same time, but also not, Tris’s adopted sister Sandry wound up smack dab in the center of a group calling themself The Commission who’re very interested in adding her to their ranks, she joins up but maintains suspicion. Daja, the third sister, follows a pair of assassins. And their one brother, Briar, falls into the Vietnam War alongside one freshly tortured Klaus Hargreeves. They all find their way back together eventually - with much fewer casualties than if they hadn’t been there

Harry Potter crossover 1

When an eighteen-year-old Klaus Hargreeves gets bored of being lookout on a mission in London and wanders into the bar across the street he isn’t expecting to find a best friend, but that’s exactly what happens. Lily Evans is a couple months into a break-up and still tired of her ex and his idiocy, especially after his most recent letter - a pile of stupid big enough to send her straight to her local bar. The two hit it off instantly via complaining about anything and everything and egging each other into doing the most ridiculous but fun things. Their night of fun turns sour when Klaus finds out his brother Ben died during the mission and at least one of his siblings blame him. Lily takes the broken boy back to her flat and let’s him stay with her until his visa to stay in England runs out. Thirteen years later the apocalypse is interrupted by a tired ex-professor bringing life changing news - Lily was pregnant when Klaus left England(they’d slept together a handful of times but were never more than friends with benefits), also Lily and her husband(the idiot ex who apologized and changed his behavior, Klaus was at their wedding) are dead and Klaus and Lily’s son was placed with his aunt Petunia(who Klaus has met and knows the boy never should’ve been put with) because only five people besides Lily and James knew who Harry’s father really was and the only one capable of doing anything about it had to find the wandering junkie first. Klaus handles all this about as well as a powerful veteran with a traumatic childhood can - fighting tooth and nail for custody and then raising the boy the best he can with help from his siblings and robot mom and shoving his son’s happiness and safety in the faces of everyone who did the boy wrong

Harry Potter crossover 2

Not long after the war ends Harry finds that he can’t stand staying in magical Britain any longer, so he takes his godson and moves to America. Six years later one of the kids who live across the street sneaks out his window, wearing only pjs despite the heavy snow. Harry finds himself staying up waiting for the boy to return to their street and making some hot cocoa - which he offers to the boy as soon as he sees him. It quickly becomes a Thing(tm); Klaus will sneak out his window in the middle of the night, go for a walk, and eventually wind up having hot cocoa in Harry’s kitchen. They form a strange friendship, one where Klaus has someone he knows he can go to when everything becomes too much - even if that means crawling through Harry’s window, collapsing on his floor in tears, and falling asleep on his couch, waking up just in time to get home before his absence is noticed. Three more years have passed when Harry and Teddy are idly watching tv and Harry sees a very familiar face as Reginald Hargreeves introduces ‘the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.’ When Klaus comes over that night Harry asks how much choice Hargreeves gave him and his siblings in their ‘heroics’. After some thought Klaus remembers how his brother Ben hadn’t wanted anything to do with what happened at the bank but was made to participate anyway. He answers honestly: they weren’t really given any. Thus begins Harry’s campaign to get custody for the kids from Hargreeves.

Original Works:

Four Elements Universe(a collection of stories set along one timeline - very far apart and with no overarching plot, just a shared world):

Sisa:

A secluded young king sneaks out of his castle and gets a job under a false identity in hope for friendship, then gives everything up to help his new friends and the rest of his people when he realizes the extent of his adviser’s corruption. Around the same time, a teenage master thief is hired to steal a specific box from the castle - and then to help another thief break her friend out of the castle dungeon - and uncovers several major secrets that might just change the fate of the kingdom.

Kings:

Bandit King Vakhtang’s life is irrevocably changed when he agrees to lend his men to a rebellion for a hefty amount of gold. Over time he finds himself growing fond of the boy prophesied to be the next king and learning just as much from his new employer about letting himself care and open up as he’s teaching the boy how to protect himself. (His best friend and lover is very proud of this growth and kinda wants to adopt the kid)

The Completely Unrelated Adventures Of Four People Who Had Nothing To Do With Each Other Beforehand:

Four teenagers in rural Texas follow a cipher they found in an old tome and discover that all four of them have magical abilities, and that their town may not be as average as they’d believed. As they delve deeper in this new world they uncover two different secret organizations and find themselves caught in the middle of a dangerous conflict over a powerful artifact - that may or may not be the kid sister of one of them.

Mythicals:

Six kids around the world each find objects - artifacts - that grant them magical transformations and abilities. Seven years later all six of them end up at the same prestigious performing arts school in New York. When they discover that they all have these artifacts and powers - and that New York and possibly the world is in danger - they team up to protect everyone else, and quickly become close friends. Though one of them has a secret that could drastically change how the others view them... and possibly risk the fate of the human race.

Eternity And Forever(this one does have an overarching plot):

Eternity Of Forever:

Back in the early years of humanity a young man goes up a mountain for his Trials of Adulthood - a series of three trials set to test a person on the traits of whichever three gods they’ve been assigned to serve - unfortunately for this boy he’s been chosen for the gods of empathy, loyalty, and love... three traits that do not come easily to him. In his desperation to pass his trials he cheats the system and gets caught. As punishment he’s cursed to live forever just on the cusp of adulthood but never reaching it, the only way to break his curse is to prove - with no possibility of dishonesty - that he’s capable of the three traits. Over the next few millennia he gets caught up in a war for the fate of all life on earth, and also somewhat adopts a maybe-alien and falls in love with a time traveler.

Throughout Eternity:

At some unknown point in the future all that’s left of the human race is a refugee colony on an island floating above the desolate remains of our planet. It’s into this that Quinton is born. But when it’s discovered that he can travel through time with just a thought he’s trained for a very important mission: to go back in time and stop the apocalypse. Shortly into his mission he meets an immortal teenager who claims to have met Quinton’s future self and who offers to help, telling him that first thing he should do is gather a team to help him - he even provides names and years. This little team becomes like a second family to Quinton, especially the pretend-aloof immortal.

Forever And After:

After the death of the closest thing he ever had to a father, Slythus finds himself applying to the superhero school the immortal had founded - despite knowing that even if he were accepted into the student body he’d never be accepted by the student body. Somehow he manages to get in... and even more impossible; manages to make friends. But even as he learns how to be good, his past is lurking on the edges of his new life and quickly becoming impossible to ignore - figuratively and literally.

Shadow Warriors:

After the dragon Svartr gets cursed protecting a village from invaders they offer their children to be trained by him - to take care of him as his condition worsens. Those selected and taught by him become known as the Shadow Warriors. Alexir was born several generations after the tradition began of sending every twelve-year-old up Svartr’s mountain for the selection and she never expected to be chosen, being much more focused on intellectual growth than physical, so when it happens it comes as a bit of a shock. She struggles to keep up with her peers in most of the lessons but refuses to give in, pushing herself to reach their level while also learning the complexities of friendship from them all.

Consequences(originally titled ‘Consequences of War’ until I realized it’s more about just consequences for actions in general - like: don’t piss off the powerful magical Being hiding out in the abandoned building):

After deliberately pissing off what they believed to be a ghost - or a false rumor more likely - a college aged idiot ends up being banished into a strange world... with a distinct change in biology(mostly in the area of hormones and primary sex characteristics). As they travel this new world in search of a way home - and back into their original form - they learn new things about themself and make interesting new friends. They find themself questioning whether they actually want their ‘old body’ back and then, when they begin to fall in love, whether they really want to return to their old world.

#sorry the lengths of the summaries are so inconsistent in the fanfics #(A)PRH #four elements universe #sisa #kings #tcua #mythicals #eaf #shadow warriors #Consequences of War #that's all the tags I have so far for these wips so check them out if you wanna know more #literally only one of the fanfics has a tag sdkjfhluejifsd #I should post more about the fanfics I'm working on I guess

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Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing Pt 5

Connor x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: This chapter was a little harder for me to write. This is one of the events that actually happened to me. I don’t actually remember how it all lead up to this, but it was ridiculously stupid. I tried to get that point across when writing this. That day was chaos. I should have walked out of her life that night.

Word Count: 2764

Warnings: Swearing, Attempted Suicide, Violence

You picked Jill up for work like you usually do when you open together. You were still annoyed with her behavior, but you had talked to her through text and were at least on good terms. You worked together. You had to be pleasant. She, of course, blamed her behavior on how much she had to drink that night.

“Hey, Y/N.” Jill reached over and hugged you across the console. You hugged her back, your resolve already faltering. “I’m sorry I flipped out on you. He started acting like a dick and I just lost it. The alcohol just made my reaction worse.”

“What do you mean ‘acting like a dick?’” You put the car in drive and started off to work. You wanted to sit and demand exactly what in the hell she meant.

“Y/N, really? Him grabbing your face and kissing you like that in front of everyone? He acts like he owns you.”

“Jill, he doesn’t. You saw him once for about an hour. I know how he feels about me. I know how I feel about him. I’m not going to let the opinion that you formed of him in one hour change my relationship with him. Drop it.” You glanced at her. She huffed but didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride.

During the work day, the tension between you two eased up. By the time your shift ended, you and Jill were joking around and laughing again. You got into your car, she got into the passenger seat, ready to head back to her house.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna stay for some drinks? We can have a bonfire later.”

“Sorry, Jill, I already have plans with Connor,” you apologized. You were sincerely sorry. Connor had already talked to you about making dinner together. You were not going to cancel anything you had planned with him, especially if it could lead to anything like what happened the night before. You loved Jill. You loved the feeling of Connor between your thighs more.

“Of course you do,” she mumbled.

You chose to ignore her tone, “Speaking of Connor, I need to tell you something about him.”

“What?”

“He’s an android.” You didn’t look over at her. You were afraid of her reaction. She hasn’t exactly been warm towards Connor and this probably wasn’t going to make her any warmer towards him.

“He’s an android. You’re fucking an android,” she spat.

“I mean, I guess if you want to put it that way-”

“So you have fucked him.”

“I slept with him, yes. But you have to understand-”

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Why would I sleep with the man I love?”

“You can’t possibly love him in this small amount of time.”

“Excuse me! You moved someone into your house in a matter of days saying the exact same fucking thing, Jill. You said you loved her and you fucking proposed to her within the month. You had the wedding planned out and tell me how that ended?”

“Yeah! How did it end? That is exactly why you shouldn’t be doing this!”

“I’m not moving him in with me! I’ll make my own decisions, Jill.” You pulled into her driveway.

“What the fuck is on your neck?” Jill shoved your hair away from your neck.

“You didn’t notice it earlier? It’s a hickey, Jill. Yes, Connor put it there. Why can’t you be an adult about this?”

“You know what? I’m fucking down with all this shit.” She got out of the car, slamming the door.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you yelled, getting out of the car, following her.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Goddammit, Jill, stop that. What are you talking about?” You followed her into her house. You stood in her living room while she disappeared into her bedroom. She was only in there for a minute when she came back with a gun.

“Woah! Jill! What the fuck are you doing?”

“I told you. I’m fucking done.”

You put your hands up in front of your chest and took small steps towards her. “Jill, come on. Give me the gun. Let me help you.”

“No. It’s my gun, fuck off.” She took a few steps back into the hallway.

“Jill, please don’t do this.” Tears started to stream down your face. “Please. I love you. I need you. Don’t do this.”

“You don’t fucking care about me. If you did, you’d listen to me and get rid of that fucking android. He’s a fucking android Y/N! He’s a...he’s an it! It’s a thing!”

“Jill, please,” You cried.

“Shut up!” She turned on her heel and ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.

You ran after her, “Jill! Open the door, please!”

“Nope. Leave me alone. Just let me die in peace.” Her voice echoed through the door. You dropped to your knees, sobbing and unsure of what to do.

The front door opened and Keith sauntered in, carrying a case of beer under his arm. He noticed you on the floor. “What’s going on?” His eyebrows furrowed.

You stood and gestured to the door, “she locked herself in there with her gun. She’s threatening to kill herself. I-I should call nine-one-one.”

“No! Don’t do that. They’ll three-oh-two her. They’ll take her gun away then she will actually kill herself. I’ll contact some of her friends. She does better when she is surrounded by people who care about her.” Keith pounded on the door, “come on, Jill. Open the door!”

“No, I’m good, thanks.”

“Open the door!”

“Get out of my house!”

“I’m getting her tool kit. I’m pulling the door off.” Keith disappeared into her house. You backed up into the living room and hugged yourself. Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out of your back pocket and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand before focusing on the screen: Connor.

You took a deep breath, “H-hey love, can I call you back?” You flinched. You knew he would pick up on your stutter. He was not going to like the situation you were in.

“Are you okay, baby girl?” Connor’s voice oozed concern.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I’ll call you when I get b-back in my car? I am so s-sorry for ruining dinner, Connor.”

“Hush, my light. I don’t care about that, I just care that you’re okay. Where are you?”

“I have to go, C-Connor. I’ll tell you about it when I get to my car. I-I love you,” your voice cracked.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, “I love you, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” He ended the call. You sighed, glad that he didn’t press you for more information.

You placed your phone back in your pocket. Keith was back at the door with a tool kit he found somewhere in Jill’s house. He was working on getting the screws out of the bottom hinge. Jill was yelling at him to leave her and her door alone while he silently worked.

Keith saw you had gotten closer. He motioned for you to stay back. You took a few steps back, protectively wrapping your arms around yourself again. You realized you had started to shake.

The door opened. “Fine. Stop taking my fucking house apart.” She stepped around Keith and back into her bedroom. Keith immediately followed her. You took a few steps forward, shuffling your feet, unsure if you should follow as well.

Keith poked his head out of the doorway and gestured for you to come in. Jill was sitting on the end of her bed. You took a step into her room, wringing your hands together, terrified to go any closer.

Jill glanced up at you, “What, you’re going to stand there and worry about yourself?”

Everything in your being screamed to turn and leave. Before you could completely process your thoughts, you were kneeled in front of her. You didn’t remember walking over to her, your hands placed on her knees.

“Jill, please. Give me the gun,” you whispered, finally meeting her gaze.

“Why? No one cares whether I am here or not.”

“I care. You know I do. If I didn’t care, I would have just dropped you off and left. But I didn’t do that, Jill. I could never just turn my back on you. Jill. Please.”

Her eyes traveled your face. Her front door opened, her eyes left your face and went to the doorway. A couple of people entered, asking where Jill was. Satisfied that no one was coming into her room, she looked back to you.

“Jill. Those people out there. They care about you, too.”

“Fine. I’m not giving you my gun, but I’ll put it away.” You stood and backed away from her. She put her gun in a little cubey behind her bed. You breathed a silent sigh of relief. She headed to the living room. You took another breath and trailed behind her.

She greeted her friends, thanking them for caring. She made a beeline for her kitchen. You gave her friends a weary smile. Jill returned to the living room with a cup filled to the brim with her favorite wine. You looked between her and the cup, conveying your disapproval without saying anything.

You sat at the end of her couch and leaned on the armrest. You stared at your phone in your lap, aware that Jill was loudly telling her friends why she tried to commit suicide, but not really hearing her. You were also aware that she was blaming your relationship with “that android” for her melt down.

There was a knock at the door. You shifted uncomfortably, wondering how many more people were going to show up. Maybe you would be able to sneak out without causing any more drama with Jill if there was a crowd of people.

“Can I help you?” Keith spat at the guest.

“I’m here for Y/N.” You perked up. That was Connor’s voice.

“She’s busy. I believe I heard her tell you she would call you when she got to her car,” Keith scrunched his nose.

“And she was obviously upset, so I came to get her,” Connor replied politely. You got up and started for the door.

“Are you fucking stalking her, you creep?”

“No. Actually, I’m a detective at the Detroit Police Department as well as one of the best androids ever built. I have the resources to find anyone I desire and that includes finding the girl I love when she sounds distressed and afraid to tell me why.” Connor cocked his head.

“Keith, move,” you demanded.

“You’re serious? You’re going to leave me when I need you the most to go with the guy who just stalked you here?” Jill stood from her loveseat to face you.

“I have to. I-”

“You don’t have to do anything he says!” She yelled.

“I have to take care of myself too, Jill. I’m anxious, okay? Just let me go. Please,” you whispered.

“Fine. Fucking leave.” Jill stormed towards her bedroom.

Connor grabbed your wrist, seeing your body tense. “Come on, Y/N.”

“Dude, let her stay. Jill needs her,” Keith argued.

“No. Y/N needs to take care of herself right now. Unlike yourself, I can do body scans and I can tell you that Y/N is not feeling well. Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be taking my girl home so that I may take care of her. I highly suggest that one of the four of you see to it that Jill stops drinking. Seems like she might be an alcoholic, and that’s without a body scan. Have a good night, Keith. Sorry about the wrist,” Connor winked at Keith before placing an arm around your waist and walking to your car.

“Do you have your keys, love?” You nodded, pulling your keys out from your back pocket and handing them over. Connor unlocked the car and helped you into the passenger seat.

He got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Did you track my signal?” You asked.

“I did. I could tell there was something extremely wrong. I could hear it in your voice even though you were trying to hide it from me. I wasn’t going to let you get hurt. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you.” Connor reached out and caressed your cheek. You leaned into his hand, grateful for his presence in your life.

Connor took you back to his apartment again. He assumed that you wouldn’t want to go back to your place since Jill could show up looking for you.

“Did you have anything to eat yet?” Connor led you to the little kitchen he had but never used.

“No. I didn’t. I’m not really hungry, though,” you sighed.

“You have to eat something. It doesn’t have to be much. I don’t want you to get sick later. Please? Will you eat some toast or eggs?” Connor lifted you onto the counter by your hips. He stood between your legs and pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Okay. Fine, I’ll eat some toast. If you’re going to insist,” you mumbled into his neck as you buried yourself into it while resting your arms on his shoulders. “I have a question.”

“Hmm?” Connor hummed.

“How did you get to Jill’s house? There wasn’t another car there.”

“I called Hank. He took me. He was still there when we left. He parked farther up the street in case I needed him. We didn’t think it was a good idea to startle her anymore than necessary,” he explained, pulling back to make your toast. “So, tell me what happened.”

You jumped off the counter and sat at the small table he had in the corner. You told Connor every detail you could remember. He sat your toast in front of you somewhere in the middle of the story, but you ignored it until you finished. Connor didn’t say anything or make any facial expression to indicate what he was thinking while you spoke.

When you relayed the entire story to him, you finally took a bite out of your toast, watching him for a reaction. Connor didn’t say anything for a while. He sat in the chair across from you, elbows on his knees and staring at the floor.

“I’m sorry, Connor,” you apologized.

“Why are you apologizing?” His eyes snapped to yours.

“You are upset. I shouldn’t have stayed. I should have called nine-one-one. I should have-”

“Y/N. It’s okay.” Connor reached across the table and took one of your hands. “You were afraid a friend was going to commit suicide. You were scared. I don’t blame you for how you handled things. Yes, nine-one-one should have been called. Keith should have know that. Keeping her from getting the help she needs is stupid. But that is not on you, okay? I am upset at the situation and Jill, not you.”

“Why Jill?”

Connor sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, “isn’t it a little strange that someone would try to kill themself over a friend dating? I can understand that she doesn’t like me. I can understand that she doesn’t like android and human relationships. I can understand her being upset with you for being in a relationship with an android. What I don’t understand is why she would get upset to the point that she would feel the need to take her own life. Do not get me wrong, I am not saying it is not possible. It just seems odd.” He shrugged, watching as you finished the last of your toast.

“I see what you’re saying. I’m trying not to question her reasoning behind it. I just want her to be okay.”

“I know, my love. You care about people,” he smiled, pride glittering in his eyes. “It’s getting late, kitten. Let’s take a shower and go to bed. The hot water will help calm you.”

“You’re just trying to get me to take off my clothes.”

Connor winked, “maybe. I don’t remember hearing any complaints last night.” He reached across the table and gently lifted your chin, “in fact, I think you begged for more.”

You stared at him, biting your lip before silently taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. Connor smirked.

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