#connor just grabs his arm n the man looks kinda scared for a second

[yesuranium]

love the constant death stare connor gives to anyone that tries to touch him throughout the game, he's so me when it comes to physical touch

[justanotherwriter-fangirl]

Were You Jealous? (C. R.)

Words: 2,667 words

Warnings: Nope

Request: Can you do a fluffy Connor Rhodes x reader where Connor gets jealous?

A/N: Hi!!! I’m sorry it took me so long but it’s finally here! I hope it is kinda like what you have in mind and I did justice to your request. 

Gif obtained from Google. All credits to its owner.

Thanks for reading

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To say you were nervous was an understatement, this was the first time you would present your boyfriend Connor to your family, the Intelligence Unit. Technically they had already met him before in any of the several occasions any of you had ended up at the hospital or you had gone there because of a case but now it was official, they were going to met Connor as your boyfriend, not as the cardiothoracic surgeon of the Med. 

You had planned everything, hosting a little reunion at your place for them to get to know eachother better taking the opportunity to make sure every little detail was  perfectly executed.

It was saturday night and everything was almost ready, the guys were bringing all the ingredients necessary for the barbeque and your fridge was stock with beer enough for a small town, a playlist with your favorite songs was playing on the background and the backyard was ready to welcome your guests, the grill, table, chairs and fairy lights all in position.

You were about to start biting at your nails when the doorbell stopped you, making you release the breath you were holding on.

When you opened the door you saw all your friend there at the door, Kevin, Jay and Adam carrying some heavy looking groceries bags with the girls and Hank trailing behind them. You welcomed each with a kiss on the cheek and a hug happy to spend some time with them all outside the precinct.

“I’m so glad you see you guys” you said leading them to the backyard to start prepping dinner.

“You just saw us yesterday, needy” laughed Adam putting his left arm over your shoulders once he had settled the bags at the table. He was your partner and your best friend, making you feel comfortable in the unit since the first minute you were a part of the team.

“I know but this is different, we get to spend time together without worrying about gang members or being shot or eating crappy food at stake outs”

“She has a point, Ruzek” said Hank starting the fire to prepare the steaks, Kim and Hailey already taking charge of the salad and Jay and Kevin coming from the inside of the house with beers enough for everyone, making you feel like Voight had given them their tasks before they all arrived, not much different from how it worked in the unit.

“Hey, make yourself at home guys, my beer is your beer” you said with a little of sarcasm, laughing at Jay and his childish reaction, him giving you a beer and showing you his tongue before going to stand next to Hank to hand him one too.

You had joined the unit around a year ago, you were new in Chicago and didn’t have anyone, your family had died in a car accident when you were young, so when you entered the precinct the first time and got to know them soon they became your family, always there for you through thick and thin, no matter what.

That was the main reason why this was so important to you, you had fallen in love with Connor and the only thing that could make it all perfect was having him getting along with your family.

The conversation was light and funny, Adam making you laugh until your cheeks and belly hurt when suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Ohhhhh, he’s here” Adam said throwing Jay a look of mischief.

“Adam, behave…” you warned him before going to open the door.

“Ready to scare him a little bit?” asked Adam to the rest of the guys once you were out of earshot.

“I’m so in” said Jay crossing his arms over his chest to make the muscles pop, all the guys wanting to look threatening, you were like their little sister after all and whoever was dating you had to be approved by them first.

“Hey beautiful” said Connor once you opened up the door handing you some flowers and kissing you on the lips lightly, the detail making you blush, all being like those cliché romantic movies when the main character brings flowers and scotch for her girl’s parents.

“Hey babe” you said, a big goofy smile on your face, he made you feel like a teenager sometimes. “You didn’t have to bother” you added receiving the flowers and taking his hand to lead him to the kitchen looking for a vessel.

“It wasn’t” he mentioned making you stop and taking your face in his hands leaning down to kiss you for a moment. You didn’t want to step back but your breathing was going faster and you were well aware of the people on your backyard that was waiting for you to come back so you quickly turn around to put the flowers in some water and led him to the backyard. 

“Hey, everything will be alright, don’t be nervous” he added a couple steps before reaching the door and gave your hand a light squeeze.

“Hey guys, Connor is here” you said not letting go of his hand.

"So, Connor…" Adam started taking a step forward, all very serious suddenly "First of all I think you need to answer some questions, like what are your intentions with (Y/N)?" 

"Adam, leave him alone"

"I'm just asking" he said raising his hands faking innocence "I mean, if he wants to last as your boyfriend he kinda needs our approval" he added earning a nod from all the guys.

"Adam… cut it out" you warned him. 

For a moment everyone just stood their ground making you feel really uncomfortable, the silence deafening and the tension so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. 

"Alright, that's enough guys" finally Hailey said taking a step forward and shaking hands with Connor "It’s good to see you, Connor, and, by the way, don't let the guys scare you, you have nothing to worry about"

"Sure, except for the fact that all of them go around town carrying a gun" Connor joked making the mood so much lighter.  "Also, just so you know, I'm here for the long run, not planning on ruin it" he finished showing them his award winning smile, the one that made you fall for him in the first place. 

"Well, with that being said, welcome Connor, we’re already prepping the barbecue" Hank said shaking his hand too, the rest of the team following him. 

"We'll still be watching you though" Jay said when it was his turn, winking at you before stepping back so Kevin could take his place. 

After that everything just felt natural, Connor was so charming and he got along well with everyone almost immediately, having already talked with them a few times at Molly’s after work sometimes. 

“I told you to behave” you said to Adam after half an hour once you were alone, him going with you to get some more beer for everyone outside. 

“Yeah… I’m not sure that’s what you said” he replied taking a moment to pretend he was thinking about it “I remember it all different”

“Aha, of course you do, I told you this is important, that he is important" it took Adam a second to realize you weren't playing with him anymore and your mood had change but when he did realized it he put the beer down over the counter and wrapped you in his arms sweetly. 

"Hey, it's okay, I was just messing with you but I'll stop"

"It's just…" you started, wrapping your arms around him too and taking in the comfort he provide you, his scent so familiar that helped you to voice your worries. "I'm afraid this will be too much for him, that I'll be too much for him, you know? That one day he's going to wake up and realize that me, my crazy life and my very dangerous job it's too much for him and he is tired of it all or he’s just not made for it"

"Hey, look at me" he said taking your chin and gently lifting your face to look you in the eyes to make sure you would listen to him "If he ever does that then he's not as smart as you say he is because there is no way a smart man would ever let you go, (Y/N) you are an amazing woman, pretty, smart, funny, you have it all and if he is blind to it then he doesn't deserves you. You are like our little sister, just say the words and we can take care of him" he added trying to make you laugh, it worked. 

"Thanks, Adam, for everything. I don't know what I would do without"

"Crash and burn, baby, crash and burn" he said letting you go and shrugging, a big smile on his face, he really knew you well and knew how to reassure you, your mood lighting and making you go back to your happy nature. 

"You wish" you said turning around and sending him a wink over your shoulder, your playful relationship showing "And by the way, don't think I didn't hear you earlier, trying to tell Connor that time I slip in the van when we were in surveillance and I poured my drink all over me, stop embarrassing me because I'll deny it all"

“We’ll see about that”

What neither of you saw was the look on Connor’s face when he entered with the intention to ask you for some plates and found you that close in the kitchen, jealousy pumping through his veins immediately.

He knew you were partners but that didn’t change the fact that he knew of Adam’s reputation and his various relationships with his coworkers, Kim and Hailey being a proof of that, and it was something that made him feel slightly uncomfortable but he never dared to told you.

Trying to stay calm he retreated back to the backyard hoping the fresh air would help.

"Man, I think you forgot something?"

"What?" Connor said distracted to Kevin. 

"The plates?"

"Oh, right, sorry, I'll go for them" he said finally remembering why he was going inside in the first place just as you and Adam stood outside. 

"Hey babe, everything's fine?" you said laughing a little bit, your hand resting on his arm as you looked at his lost expression. 

"Yes, I just forgot the plates" he said before grabbing your waist and kiss you, it was intense and full of emotion but it ended way to fast for your liking, Connor going back inside for the plates ignoring the whistles and jokes from the guys.

The rest of the day seemed to go okay to everyone but you, everything had been going fine until that kiss he gave you but after that you realized Connor was avoiding you, barely spending any time with you and always going to talk with someone else whenever you came close to him, trying to avoid your touch as if you were toxic or something like that. 

You were seriously frustrated and a little bit hurt, what was his problem? You hadn't done anything but tried to make him feel welcome and part of your world and all he had ever done was make you feel confused and dizzy, kissing you one second and then ignoring you for the day. 

You really wanted to talk to him but also you didn't want to let anyone else know what was happening, that was only between the two of you. 

Deciding to let it slip until everyone was gone you tried to genuinely have a good time with your friends and enjoy all the food, even participating in a nerf gun fight with Adam against Kevin and Kim, which you will always say it ended up in a tie. 

Finally, after couple more hours Adam and Jay were the last ones leaving, both giving you a big hug before heading toward their respective cars parked across the street, leaving you alone with Connor, who was already putting all the trash in big black bag. 

"That's it, they're all gone" you said casually pouring the leftover salad in a tupperware. 

"Yeah, had a nice day, they're all great" he added without looking at you. 

"Okay, just…" you started letting a sigh escape your lips "what's going on with you today? You've been distant all day, you don't even look me in the eye and every time I've tried to touch you just pushed me away which makes no sense since you were the one who got all intense and kissed me"

You could see the doubt and a ray of various emotions going through his features, debating whether to tell you or not the truth until he couldn't keep up his façade anymore and put everything down to sit in a chair, visibly tired now. 

"You're right. sorry… it's stupid really but it has been bothering me the whole day and it’s not even your fault" he said looking at his hands, shame and guilt in his expression.

"Hey, if something it's bothering you it's definitely not stupid" you said standing in front of him and taking one of his hands, your other hand resting in his cheek to make sure he was  looking at you. “Whatever it is, we can work it out but you need to talk to me, babe, I can’t read your mind”

“Okay, you’re probably going to laugh at me already so I’ll just tell you” he said running a hand through his hair “Earlier when I came inside to get the plates I saw you with Adam…”

You looked at him, furrowing your brows in confusion waiting for him to continue but he didn’t, he just stayed there looking at you.

“And…”

“And you were hugging and standing really close”

“Yeah, so?” you said still confused, your brain going like crazy trying to find the connection between everything until finally a second later a smile appeared on your face and everything turned crystal clear. “Wait, were you - were you jealous, Connor? Of Adam?” you tried to hold it back but a little laugh did came out from your mouth.

“I guess I was, a little bit. It’s just I’m the one suppose to hold you like that, not him and also I’ve heard all about his reputation, he really does have a special liking for his coworkers”

“Babe…” you said now relax, this wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought “I promise you, Adam and I, that will never happen, he’s just my partner”

“That isn’t entirely truth besides you are all the time together, I just can’t help it”

“Ok, maybe you’re right, I do love him but only as an annoying brother, the same way I love Kevin and Jay and it’s not much different from the way I love Kim and Hailey either, you know they’re my family”

“I know but seeing you so happy with him and smiling and playing and hugging just annoyed me, I want all those things for you but I want you to do them with me”

“I already do them with you and I intend to keep doing them until we’re old and gray, I think I already told you this before but I’m going to repeat it so you won’t forget it, you’re stuck with me, I’m not planning on going anywhere if is not with you”

“Did I already told you that I love you?”

“Hmmm… maybe once or twice” you said faking to think about it

“Well I do, a lot” he said standing up and wrapping his arms around your middle “and I’d be lost without you, always making me feel better and supporting me”

And for the second time that day he kissed you passionately, your arms going to his neck this time and pushing yourself against him, not leaving any space between you two.

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Masterlist

[zankivich]

The Assistant: Shawn Mendes x Personal Assistant: A One-shot

a/n: this is just me seeing if I could even still write for this man tbh. I’ve been getting very good at separating my emotions about the pr stunt, and I think that’s because I literally have blocked it from my social media in every way, shape, or form. Honestly when I wrote this I envisioned a black woman because that’s just where I’m at in life, but I never specified so....do with it what you will. K bye. 

WARNINGS: mutual pining, fluff, love.

“Stop it, jackass.”

“No Shawn, seriously. Stop!”

“Stop! We’re going to be late, and if I have to hear Andrew complain one more time about it, I’m kicking your ass, do you hear me?!”

Being the personal assistant to Shawn Mendes is basically the best job in the world. You got to travel all the time. You got to learn more about the music industry than your internship at a record label had ever taught you. And he just happened to be the sweetest, most wholesome person on the planet. Except for when he was getting on your goddamn nerves. This just happened to be his favorite past time.

You’d been his PA for four years and no one knew him better. You knew his coffee order, what size underwear he wore, and the brand of cough medicine he trusted most. You knew what made him scared in life, what one sigh meant from another when it came past his lips, and when he was hungry or tired or emotional. What you hadn’t been prepared for was for Shawn to learn these things about you. And what you should have prepared yourself for was the trouble that this would bring.

Shawn had spent the last twenty minutes playing with some nerf gun that Brian had bought. He thought it would be a wonderful idea to see if he could hit you with it from multiple points around his hotel room. Shawn was usually business all the time, and so you loved any opportunity for him to get to relax and be a twenty-one year old. He had taken advantage of this and was more excited for a nerf battle than the business meeting he needed to be at in forty-five minutes.

“You have goooooot to relax a little bit.” He sighed rolling his eyes and dropping the gun.

He made his way over to you and slid his oversized palms onto your shoulders. Screw him. He was so warm and tall and chiseled. Dumb. So dumb.

“I could relax a lot more if you just let me do my job.” You pouted.

He snorted softly and let his thumb touch your chin.

“Is this you pouting now? You’re gonna try and guilt trip me with a pout?”

“That depends....Is it working?”

He licked his lip and you honestly could have swung on him. There was no need for him to behavior is such a sensual matter. Damn him.

“I’ll get my shoes on.” He hummed in defeat. “Just don’t be sad.”

You smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

He paused for a second, his hands still poised on your shoulders. There’s a moment of silence where it’s just the two of you looking at each other. You up at the mammoth you called a boss, and him down at you with those honey brown eyes. You hated when he looked at you this way, like he might wanna try something, like he might actually care about you the way that you cared about him. All it did was cause you unnecessary hurt, and very vivid daydreams.

See there’s a running joke in the Shawn Mendes team. If you want Shawn to do anything, then you simply just call y/n. The two of you were closer than closer, and he seemed to trust you with his life. Eventually you had become friends. Close friends. And so it suddenly became less “go buy me a juice” and more “can I lay my head in your lap until my migraine passes”. When the road was cold and lonely and he had no one, it was you he cuddled up to. For Shawn it was the convenience of it. You were there and you could provide him with what he needed. But for you? God touching him was like lightning. And you hated every second where it wasn’t real, where it didn’t mean the same thing to him. More than anything you hated the way that you loved it, because it meant being in his orbit.

“Go get your shoes on. Please?” You whispered.

He nodded slowly and pulled away finally giving you a moment to breathe.

The ride to this meeting was a quiet one. You struggled with Shawn’s affectionate touches and the ridiculously soft glances. Every now and again it got to be too much, and you had to preserve yourself if you were going to stay afloat. Working for Shawn was a joy, but that didn’t stop it from hurting sometimes.

The car pulled up to the destination and Shawn went to open his door only to stop when you didn’t follow him.

“Aren’t you coming?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’m gonna go pick up your suit for your party.”

“Oh...Well you’re still coming to the party right?”

“Of course. I’m on duty, Shawn.”

He frowned. “No you’re not. I invited you as a friend.”

“Yea well Andrew knows better than to let you go to an open party with alcohol without me, so...I’ll be there regardless.”

“Okay well...I’m sorry you have to put up with me for the night.” He mumbled closing the door.

You sighed and let your head fall back against the headrest. Now you were both in a bad mood. Ugh.

***

New Year’s Eve was testing your patience. Here you were looking good as hell, ass all poised and waiting to be grabbed. What did you get instead? Nothing. Not a look, not a squeeze. You took another sip out of your vodka soda and went to stand up only to figure out that the previous two drinks before it, were a little stronger than you remembered. Shit.

“Woops! I’m sorry!” You gasped knocking into someone behind you.

“Sorry I--Oh, hey.”

You bit you lip and peered up at Shawn. The suit looked even better on him now then it did when he first stepped into it. And then there were his rosey cheeks and the heat of the room getting to his curls by the moment. He was absolutely stunning, and you couldn't believe you were about to enter another year of being practically suffocated by the weight of him.

“Hi.” You murmured reaching one of his arms to stabilize yourself. “How are you doing?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been alright. It’s been kinda hard to have fun though. My best friend’s been MIA.”

You snorted. “Is that so?”

“Yep. She got mad at me earlier, and I’m not really quite sure why. Perhaps you could tell me. I hear men are pretty dumb.”

You let your body weight lean into him, and sighed happily when his hands fell to your waist. Usually you’d do anything to stay away from this kind of contact, but vodka is a hell of a thing.

“It’s fine. I’m over it.” You assured him.

His eyebrows scrunched together at your words. That sort of Canadian pout of his. It was extremely effective.

“See, but I don’t even understand why you do that. Sometimes it’s like you're pissed at me, and then maybe you decide to get over it all without ever telling me what I’ve done in the first place.”

“Look let’s just enjoy the night, huh? It’s New Year’s Eve. All your friends and family are here. Let’s not make it more complicated.”

“Fine. But only if you promise to stop sulking in a corner and come have fun with me.” He mumbled. “I’ve like missed you all day.”

It was moments like that that you just wanted to shake him and yell. How could he not see what he was putting you through? How was it not incredibly obvious how in love you were with him? But you could tell just by the look on his face that he was being as sincere as ever. Shawn was just too kind for his own good, and for yours apparently.

“Yea, okay. Let’s have fun.”

*two hours later*

You are drunk. And the only reason you know how drunk you are is because you’ve lost your ability to measure other people’s drunkness. As far as your ass is concerned, everyone is living their best life and no one is any drunker than one another. Dumb. You should have known Shawn was drunk off his ass the minute he started hugging strangers. But alas, if Andrew’s expectation was that you were meant to keep him out of trouble then...you just might be fired tomorrow.

“You smell amazing.” Shawn whispered in your ear as he threw himself onto your back, arms wrapping tightly around you. “Where have you been all my life?”

You giggled. “I’ve been here, kiddo. You know, controlling your day to day life, keeping you afloat?”

“Not like that. I mean...I mean like...where have you been ya know?” He mumbled taking a sip out of a champagne bottle.

Sober you would’ve gotten him straight to bed at this point. Drunk you was a little dumber.

“No I don’t!”

“You just...God you’re so beautiful ya know?” He huffed bringing your foreheads together. “It drives me crazy.”

“What? What did you say?”

“Y/n I--”

“Shawn!”

And just like that, one minute the boy you like is hovering over you with heart eyes and the next his friends are practically picking him up. Jon, Brian, and Connor descended like wolves, quickly rushing Shawn away from you.

“We’ll be right back!” Bryan called over his shoulder.

You were left to your own devices and the only thing you could think to do in your drunken state was...to go complain to Aalyiah about how dumb her brother was. You know, like a crazy person.

“Hey what’s wrong?” She asked softly, not nearly as drunk as you. It must have been the whole underage thing.

You shook your head. “Your brother is an idiot.”

“Oh I’m aware. But why in particular is he an idiot this time?”

“He just can’t communicate jackshit unless it’s in a song. Can’t tell anyone how he feels. Just likes to stick his dumb, big head everywhere with his dumb big eyes and his dumb smile. I’m sick of it, ya know?”

Aaliyah smiled softly at you and squeezed your shoulder.

“Oh you poor thing. You want me to talk to him?”

You eyes widened. “No. Oh no, ‘Lyiah, not at all. I was just blowing off steam.”

“Uh huh…”

“No seriously. Promise me you won’t say anything.”

She rolled her eyes. “But y/n--”

“No promise me!”

“Alright, alright, Jeez. I promise.” She groaned. “But for the record if this is how complicated adults liking each other is, I want no part in it.”

“‘Liking’? Who said anything about liking?”

“Oh y/n...Please.”

“I liked you better when you were younger and shyer.”

*meanwhile in the corner on the opposite side of the party*

“What the hell guys!” Shawn muttered still trying to peer over the heads of people to see y/n.

Jon clicked his fingers in front of his face. “Excuse me? You told us not to let you get carried away with y/n tonight, remember?”

“...No. not really. And I retract my statement, now if you’ll excuse me...Goddamit, guys!”

They weren’t budging. And Shawn was pretty sure he was thinking clearer than he had in years. Save for the bottle of champagne in his hand.

“Bro, stop being an idiot, you’re blowing my high here!” Brian yelled at him. “You don’t want to fuck things up with y/n remember? You don’t want to mix business with pleasure! These are your words.”

“But...But...she’s so pretty.” He whined closing his eyes in despair. “So pretty.”

Jon snorted. “Oh to be young and in love. What a travesty.”

“Look we’ve got ten minutes until the ball drops. Let’s get you a fresh bottle of champagne and try to relax, aye?”

Shawn couldn’t quite do anything but pout.

“Fine. Let me go dammit.”

And thus the two were separate as the party began to re-hype for the ball drop. Brian got Shawn a bottle of champagne, his friends surrounding him on all sides so that he didn’t make any mistakes. Y/n was left to chill back in her corner. Without Shawn to hang out with, and his friends--which used to be her friends--being assholes, it was a lost cause.

At some point you were just waiting for the night to end. You wanted to go back to your hotel and sleep and forget all about Shawn’s dumb face when he told you how beautiful you were. What a joke. This whole night was a joke. Usually Jon and you would’ve spent the whole night making fun of all the white people, Connor would have hung on your hip like he always tended to do. Even Brian was a cocky son of a bitch who let you give it right back to him. But Shawn didn’t want to be near you for some reason. Friends. Yea right.

It wasn’t until everyone begin counting that you realized you weren’t in the mood at all. The excitement. The joy. It just wasn’t there. So you decided to leave. Meanwhile, at the clock struck midnight, Shawn busted open a bottle of champagne to spray his friends with. It’d been a hell of a year and he knew he deserved to celebrate a little bit. So the hugs go all the way around and he squeezes them tight enough that he hopes they know how much he loves them. He’s drunk and he’s happy and when those two things happen there’s typically on one person he wants to share that with. But it only takes one look around the room to see you’re not there. And that’s the opposite of what he wanted.

“Hey! Hey! Have you seen y/n?” He asked Jon who had quickly discovered his girlfriend’s throat after the ball drop.

“No man. And you shouldn’t either.” He huffed.

But Shawn had no time for his friend’s bullshit. This was the woman of his dream they were talking about here.

Brian was practically tripping balls and extremely ineffective. Connor was sympathetic but hadn’t seen her. His next best guess was Aaliyah, who was looking a little wobbily like maybe she’s stolen a drink or two. (He was too drunk and too fixated on y/n to remember that he’d been the one to give them to her).

“Sis, have you seen y/n? I can’t find her anywhere!”

She rolled her eyes. “No! But she probably got tired of the games and went back to her room.”

“What games? What are you talking about?”

“She’s tired of you acting like you want her until it gets too serious and then backing away and pretending you’re just friends. It’s bullshit and it hurts and she probably got fed up. Let me guess tonight’s plan was to have the guys keep you away from her?”

Having a sixteen year old sister who’s smarter than you is truly terrible.

He stared at her dumbfounded. “I…”

“Yea, that’s what I thought. Look if you don’t want to be with her just leave her alone. She’s not some play toy, alright?”

“I’m not--that’s not even remotely what’s going on!” He muttered at her.

“Well that’s what it looks like! Women aren’t stupid and you’re not clever, dumbass. Stop messing with her. It’s driving her crazy.”

He rubbed his hands over his face thankful when the music finally cut down as people took the time to huge and squeeze their loved ones for the new year. His little sister had never been one to let him off the hook, and it was nice to know some things weren't going to change in 2020.

“I’m in love with her!” He bursted. “I’ve been in love with her since the moment I saw her, and I didn’t want to let her go, okay? She’s amazing at her job and she’s my best friend. And I need her in my life. So, I thought I’d rather have a part of her forever than ever face the possibility of losing her. She’s not some plaything alright...she’s--she’s everything.”

And just like that the anger on her face twisted to happiness and she quickly reached to pat him on the shoulder. Teenage girls were practically navy seals mixed with ninjas or some shit.

“See, now was that so hard?”

“Look don’t take this the wrong way but I think you might be a sociopath.”

Aaliyah rolled her eyes again and pointed over his shoulder. He turned to see y/n standing there with her jacket in hand looking about as shocked as he felt. Suddenly the room was much warmer than he remembered, and his hair felt sweaty against eh back of his next. The cat was out of the bag.

“H--How much of that did you hear?” He asked you, walking slowly in your direction.

You bit your lip. “I showed up around the ‘love’ part.”

“Oh...okay. Do you wanna--can we maybe go somewhere and talk?”

“I don’t know. I’m drunk. You’re drunk. I’d probably just go to sleep thinking I made the shit up.”

He shook his head. “That couldn’t be y/n. I meant it. Every word.”

“Yea? Then prove it.”

“Prove it? How?”

“I don’t know! I’m drunk, shit.” You whined.

He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling and stalked closer to you until you had to peer up in order to see him. His warmth was intoxicating, the smell of campagne still fresh on his lips. This is dangerous territory. There are witnesses. No room for him to go back when he changes his mind in the morning. His fingers cup your cheek.

“Shawn.” You warned jaw going slack in his grip.

“You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?” He whispered, breath fanning your face.

“Yea, the feeling is mutual...Don’t play with me right now.”

“I’m not. I swear to you. We can figure the rest out tomorrow, but for now, I love you.”

“Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

There were tears in your eyes threatening to fall, and your body as lose as it was from the alcohol was still struggling to let go. You’d dreamt about these words long enough that reality has begun to blur. Who knows what’s real and what isn’t.

“I mean it.” He hummed so softly against your lips. “I mean it, I mean it, I mean it. I love you. Let me show you.”

Leave it to your New Year’s kiss to come fifteen minutes late. But there’s not a care in the world when his lips are on yours. Your toes dig into the carpet as you lean up to kiss him something soft and chaste turning more dominant by the second. If this was a dream, let them never wake you up. Because it felt so real. So right. So soft.

“Happy New Year sweetheart.” He whispered against your ear.

And a happy new year it was.

The End.

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[i-will-be-forever-yours]

Don’t Leave Us

A/N: Another Shawn x reader fic...please give me feedback about it! if you like it...give me your ideas too! I have limited ideas guys! Thanks for reading and I hope you all like it

Warnings: angst, pre-term labor (not detailed) fluff at the end

Summary: Shawn is going on tour, leaving his pregnant wife, and her neediness causes a fight. What happens when he leaves without a goodbye, and ignores her?

Word Count: Like 2.2k ish

posted 12-21-19

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“Hey love, what’s that you’ve got there?” Shawn asks y/n, his thirty-two-week pregnant wife. He peeks over her shoulder to see her thumbing through their wedding album, and it warms his heart while bringing a smile to his face. She is sitting criss-cross in the middle of their bed, facing their floor to ceiling windows that open to the beautiful view of the Toronto skyline.

She looks over her shoulder to see the man she fell in love with, smiling like a child at Christmas. “I was just looking at this for old times sake,” she chuckles. “We’ll have to show this little one when they are older,” she says while rubbing random patterns on her midsection.

He sits behind her, causing the mattress to dip a little more with the added weight and hums into her neck, rubbing his nose in the spot he knew got to her. She giggles at the gesture and playfully shoves him away.

“Shaaaawn!!! Stop that, it tickles!” she laughs. However, he soon pushes her down on the mattress and moves the album out of her hands, only to start tickling her sides viciously. He was still very gentle, aware of the precious being within her, but makes a fierce assault nonetheless. When he could tell she was getting tired, he stills his assault to her sides and flops down on his side while facing her. He reaches his hand and ever so gently caresses the swell of her midsection.

She positions herself onto her side to face him and caresses his cheek. They were there for a couple of minutes before Shawn hears a small sniffle. He immediately looks down and sees tears forming at the edges of y/n’s eyes. Quickly, he brings the hand that was on her bump up to her face, to wipe the tears away.

“What’s wrong, love? Are you hurt...is it the baby?” he questions in a frantic voice, while hurriedly sitting up.

She chuckles before saying in a broken whisper, “no...it’s just that I’m gonna miss you. We’re going to miss you.”

He looks her in the eyes while saying, “I know y/n, and I’m gonna miss you both as well, but it’s only for a couple of weeks. I’ll be back before he decides to join us.”

Smiling, y/n just nods in response before falling asleep. Shawn kisses her on the temple before carefully getting out of bed and wrapping the covers around her. He then heads back into their home office/studio to finish up his last minute things before he has to leave.

It is nearing twelve when he hears the padding of feet. Looking up he sees his wife’s head pop in the cracked door. “What are you doing up honey?” she asks after yawning. He barely shrugs his shoulders before looking back at his laptop to finish up his tour plans.

She feels a little hurt at his action but merely shrugs it off before stating, “well, I’m going to the kitchen to get some strawberries and peanut butter.” Padding off into the kitchen she rummages around before coming up empty. She is able to find the strawberries fairly easily, but there seems to be no more peanut butter.

Finally, she decides to ask Shawn if he knows where any might be. Making her way into the office, she quietly knocks before entering. “Hey, hun...do you know where the peanut butter is?”

She is met with a huff and him pushing his hands against the desk, sending his chair into the wall while he stands. His hands meet his hair, while they start to aggressively run through them. He leans forward, while his hands grip tightly to the desk before he replies “y/n I don’t have time to find the fucking peanut butter. Can’t you just use the Nutella or somethin’?”

In a shocked state, she replies, “We were just, you know, kinda craving some peanut butter.”

“Arghh, will you please stop blaming everything on the fucking baby! The baby is making my back hurt, the baby is craving this, or the baby is doing that! Just stop, you are the problem, not some stupid baby!” he yells in an exasperated voice. As soon as the words come out, he can see the hurt on her face and realization kicks in. He knows what he said and quickly goes to comfort her but she is backing up from him, refusing to let him touch her.

“Baby, I didn’t mean that, ‘m just stressin over leaving…” he tries to explain, but she just shakes her head dejectedly.

With a sad smile, she just turns and lets the tears fall. In a small broken voice, she barely gets out “I think I’m just gonna go to bed now, and if you really feel that way you can go stay with Connor tonight. I know your bag is packed, so you can just go, we’ll be fine. Bye Shawn, I’ll talk to you later.”

He is just left standing there, not knowing if he should go, or leave and let her cool. He decides with the second option and leaves for Connor’s house. The next day he doesn’t even text her to let her know he left. Even after arriving in L.A he refuses to text his wife, not wanting to be rejected once again.

Back home y/n is broken. She thought for sure that Shawn would come home to make up with her before he left. That was not the case, and he just left, without a call or text. She knew from posts online that he made it, but her stubbornness refused to reach out to him. All she had wanted to say to him was ‘Don’t leave us’. It had been three days without contact, and after being overwhelmed with stress, y/n forgot to eat and take care of herself. She was consumed with worry for her relationship, and Shawn. The stress had caused the being inside her stress as well. So much stress that she went into labor, but she was still only thirty-three weeks along. To say she was panicking would be an understatement. Never had she imagined this would happen. She was not prepared for this, she thought she had more time. The nursery wasn’t even finished.

She immediately called Shawn when she felt the spasms in her midsection after calling the emergency services for help. However, her calls when straight to voicemail. Hysterically crying she calls Connor and when she hears his voice she cannot help but let out a relieved sigh. “Connor? Can you tell Shawn that I’m on my way to the hospital and to call me.”

There is a pause on the other end before he asks the inevitable, “why are you going to the hospital y/n?”

“Just tell Shawn for me?” she asks, and Connor can hear the sound of a door opening and the faint sounds of Y/n talking to the paramedics. There’s sounds of movement on the other end before she picks the phone up again and utters a incoherent goodbye. The call is ended and Connor is left standing there in shock and worry for a moment. 

Since he met Y/n, he has had a soft spot for her. He could tell how happy she made Shawn and he’d be damned if anything happened to you. He also knew about her condition and that it was relatively early in the pregnancy and that worried him even more. It left his rushing until he was standing before Shawn’s door knocking wildly.

Shawn is lying on his bed when he sees his wife’s face fills his phone screen. He smiles at the picture but denies the call, not wanting to fix the issues over the phone, but waiting to do it in person. The picture was one when she had just woken up and had a soft, sleepy smile adorning her face. He is broken from his daze when he hears banging on his door and quickly jumps off the bed and strides to the door, only to see the red face of his friend Connor staring at him. “Buddy, I don’t know what the hell is going on between you and y/n but you need to get home to her. She really needs you right now Shawn, and I already texted Andrew and he’s going to send out a notice that you can’t perform the next shows.”

“I cannot go home yet, I still have to perform for a couple of weeks before I go on maternity leave.” he chuckles with a confused stare.

“No! You don’t understand! I spoke to Andrew and you are heading home in…” he looks at his watch, “in...less than two hours!”

“And why the hell would I do that Connor? You have no business coming here and telling me how I should fix my life. I can do that on my own, and I don’t need you in my business,” he replies, getting more annoyed and confused by the second.

“It’s because your wife called me when I’m guessing you didn’t answer and told me she was on her way to the hospital. And then I heard the emergency people talking to her and then she ended the fucking call!” he said without taking breaths.

Shawn just stared for a moment before running back into his room and throwing his suitcase on the bed and shoving everything he could grab into it. “Did she say why she was going to the hospital?” he yelled over his shoulder.

“No, ‘m sorry but when I asked she just told me to let you know.”

Nodding to himself, Shawn packed everything and ran to the lobby. Knowing everything would be taken care of he let his mind wander to why Y/n would be going to the hospital. 

Shawn was a nervous wreck the entire flight, and various ideas flooded his head at the thought of y/n being taken to the hospital. Once he arrived he was like a bat out of hell and rushed through the airport with his security and into his awaiting uber. Finally arriving at the hospital, he ran to the room that he had been told she were in. However, what he saw made him want to cry.

There y/n was, with tubes up her nose and various ones sticking in her arms. What scared him most was that she was still, and there was no longer a swell to her midsection. He moved like a sloth, inching slowly to the side of the bed. Slowly he pulled up and chair and grabbed y/n’s hand in a vice grip, now and then kissing her hand and whispering for her to wake up.

It felt like hours, but in reality, it was only minutes when he saw the flutter of her eyes. She was staring at him, and that’s when he saw it. He saw that she had not been taking care of herself in what looked like days. “Oh baby, what happened?” he asked while leaning up and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She let out a sob before she moved her hand to his soft curls, running her hands through them to soothe herself. She then moved her hands to her midsection, only to realize the swell that had been there was now gone. Her eyes went wide before a sob was released. “Shawn, the baby! What happened to my baby?”

Shawn could see the panic in her eyes and quickly called for a doctor before she slipped into hysterics. The doctor and nurse came running in and were pleased to see that she was awake, but alarmed when they saw Shawn struggling to hold down her trembling body from getting up. 

“Oh, it’s good to see you awake Mrs. Mendes,” the doctor said. While motioning for the nurse to start the check up.

“Where’s my baby, I need to know where he is.” y/n cried to the doctor while fearing the worst news. She was no longer trying to get up while the nurse went through the list, but her heart still pounded in her chest.

“Well you see, since you were only thirty-three weeks into the pregnancy when you went into labor, there were some...complications. You unfortunatly had passed out on the way here, and when they brought you in, you were barely holding on to consciousness, so we had to do an emergency c-section. You didn’t have the strength to go though a natural labor ma’am.”

“That didn’t answer my damn question! Where. Is. My. Baby!” y/n yelled through gritted teeth, while Shawn sat at the edge of the bed clutching her hand in his trying to soothe her, but in reality he was terrified himself. He feared for his baby boy and also for Y/n and what would happen to his marriage if they had lost their baby boy.

“Yes, as I was saying, there were complications. There was some unexpected bleeding, and we had to fix that, but it’s okay now. But your baby...well all I can say that he is a fighter. He is very, very tiny being born so early, but he will make it. Right now he is in the nique and will have to stay there for a bit, but you can visit him and he will be good to go home very soon. You will also have to stay for a couple of days to make sure you recover properly as well.” the doctor smiles gently at the shaken couple.

Relieved sighs left their mouths as they both embraced each other and cried tears of joy. The doctor quietly stood as they embraced, and was about to leave when Shawn looked up and asked, “What caused her to go into preterm labor?”

“Well, it could be several things, but it seems that high blood pressure and added stress was a major factor. It also seems that Mrs. Mendes was a little malnourished and dehydrated, but that can all be fixed with a couple of days of rest and proper food intake.”

Shawn nodded and the doctor took his cue to leave. It was quiet for a while before Shawn broke the peacefulness by caressing y/n’s face and brushing away the tears with the pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry for neglecting your needs y/n. It’s my fault you went into labor, and we could’ve lost him because I failed to be the father and husband I’m supposed to be.”

“You are not the cause of this, and you are the best husband I could’ve ever wanted. I wouldn’t want to have a baby with anyone else. And he is okay, we didn’t lose him okay? I love you, Shawn.”

He smiled at her, and let the tears flow, before colliding his lips with hers. It was not the hungry kiss, nor was it a simple peck on the lips. It was a kiss that was like their first. It was meaningful.

Later that day they both saw their baby. y/n was pushed in a wheelchair because she was still weak after surgery. They saw their little boy through the glass, and their hearts felt complete. Never had they felt so much love for such a tiny being. They loved him with all they had, and they were a family. They were gonna be just fine.

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[riverrunfar]

We're gonna be okay

(Holy shit! You guys!! I didn't think my last post was gonna get that much attention! Over 100 notes?? Thats crazy im ajakfjsaujdh- thank you guys!! I personally thought that last post was complete garbage but idk about that anymore. Anyway I was rewatching Jacksepticeyes lets play of DBH and I wanted to write another fanfiction! Also I would really love some feedback on if you guys want some more Connor x Reader things! Thanks again that makes me super happy guys!)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Paring: Deviant Connor x Detective Reader

Summary: You, Connor, and Hank get kicked from the deviant cases because of the hole war that was going on and everything and you had to leave Connor and Hank to warn Markus about it. Soon your faced with machine Connor with him pointing at gun at you and Markus. You got shot! Now what's gonna happen?! Read and find out!

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, wounds, and mentions of death. (Also spoilers?? I tired to write down what i remembered from the game but i know its not 100% accurate so don't come after me. Juussstt warnin ya! :))

(Honestly guys this story is kinda all over the place but i hope its still good. Its way longer then i wanted it to be but oh well. There might be some misspelled thing but oh well. I really don't feel like fixing them rn 😂 anyway i hope you like!)

"You're off the case." Fowler said. "Wait what??" you yelled as you looked at Captain Fowler in complete shock. "You can't pull the plug on us now! Not when were so close! Can't you have my back this one time?!-" Hank said. "This isn't in our hands anymore Hank! This is doesn't have anything to do with us anymore- this is a fucking civil war were talking about here! We have no control over this situation anymore!" Fowler yelled.

You stood there in complete shock. No way! They couldn't do this! Now what are you gonna do? You're gonna have to tell this to Markus right away!

"Hank your back on homicide. While the android goes back to Cyberlife." Fowler said as he nodded over to Connor. You looked at Connor with a concerned look. Connor looked at the floor for a second, then to you. You gave him a 'im so sorry' look and he just looked back at Fowler with a slightly sad look on his face. "As for Y/N, your back on the red ice investigation. They need you back there because they have barley gotten any leads since you left." Fowler said as he rubbed his head. You nodded and looked down at the ground as you shoved your hands in your pockets.

Hank walked out of Captain Fowler's office and you followed right behind him along with Connor. You sighed as you sat in a chair next to Hanks desk while Connor sat on Hanks desk. You bent over and put your head in your hands while Connor just looked at Hank for a second.

"We could have solved this! With just a little more time! We could have accomplished this mission!" Connor said with a frustrated tone. "So what? Now your headin back to Cyberlife huh?" Hank said as he looked over at Connor. Connor shook his head, "I have no choice. Im goings to be sent back and deactivated to see why I failed my mission." He said with a slightly sad and disappointed face. You looked up at Connor with a worried expression.

"But that isn't fair! You didn't do anything wrong! We just didn't have enough evidence! We weren't close enough! It's no ones fault! Especially not yours Connor!" You said in a defensive tone. Connor shook his head. You sighed and looked back down at your legs. Hank was about to say something but you stood up and walked in front of him and Connor.

You hugged Connor. You hugged him like it was the end of the world. You felt so bad for him. You always believed deviants were in the right and humans were in the wrong. Markus helped prove that along side with the rest of Jerico.

You had developed feelings for Connor over the last few months of working with him and Hank. You had a crush on the Android, you wouldn't deny it. So knowing that this would probably be the last time you saw him, you hugged him with everything you had.

Connor didn't know how to react. He didn't know if he should hug you back of if he should push you away. So he didn't do either. He just sat there. Shocked. While you hugged him. You understood that he didn't hug back, but it still hurt you non the less. Slowly you let go of him. You needed to go and report to Markus and the rest of Jerico about whats happening. But you didn't want to leave Connor. You looked at Connor with sad eyes as he just sat there, stunned. You looked down as you shook your head slowly, then you felt tears start to make there way to your eyes.

"Im sorry Connor but I need to go. I have to go do something." you said sadly as you looked up at him. He looked at you with a sort of sad expression.

'No!' he thought. He didn't want you to leave just yet. He wanted to spend his least moments at DPD with you! He didn't know why but he just wanted to stay by your side! And just be with you!

"Im...Im gonna miss you, you fuckin android..." you said as your voice cracked. You slowly leaned in and kissed Connors cheek. He was taken back and so was Hank. Poor Hank was so confused. He was just sitting there awkwardly as you too were in your own little world.

Connor didn't know what to do or how to react. This wasn't in his programming. This wasn't part of his software. He was so udderly lost for words. Poor boy. You chuckled softly at his reaction. But oh was that laugh music to Connors ears. He loved it and he realized he wanted to hear it more. But he couldn't.

You slowly let go of Connor and backed up away from him. Your touch still lingering on his shoulders. You sighed sadly and looked over at Hank. You put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a small peck on his head. Not knowing if you were gonna see him again either. You were going to go help Markus with the revolution and you had no idea if you were gonna make it out alive. Hank just looked up at you confused as ever as you looked down at him with a small smile.

"Bye you guys...i.." you trailed off as your voice cracked. "I'll miss you two..." you said softly. You felt your tears overflow and run down your face. You quickly turned around and walked away, out of DPD, and to go to Jerico to help Markus and the rest of the cause. All the while, Hank and Connor sat there confused and sad.

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You cautiously walked into Jerico and quickly found your way to the main room and ran up to wear Markus, Simon, North, and Josh were at the top of the ship.

You were panting by time you made it to them. They quickly turned around as you had scared them. Josh let out a relived sigh as Markus walked over to you. "Y/N what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be-" You cut Markus off, "They kicked us off the case and are handing the 'situation' over to the fbi and the army. This isn't in my hands anymore. Which mean I have no idea what they plan to do anymore." you said this a forceful tone. Markus looked at you slightly stunned.

"But all i know is that there on to us. There close to finding out where Jerico is! So that means we need to be on high alert." you said with a stern tone. Markus nodded and looked back at North, Simon, and Josh. "Josh, Simon, North, go tell our people downstairs to be cautious and ready for anything that may happen. The 3 of them nodded and quickly left to go warn the rest of Jerico.

"Do you know what they know?" Markus said in a concerned tone. You shook your head. "All I know is that they know what Jerico is. I don't think they know WHERE Jerico is though." you said. Markus nodded. "What about 'the famous deviant hunter'? Where is he?" You were about answer when all of a sudden, you were cut off.

"Im right here." you heard Connor say with a stern tone. You quickly turned around to find Connor with a gun pointed directly at you and Markus. He was also in different clothing. Which, you would admit, he looked pretty good in.

"Connor?! Wait- how did you get here??" you asked as you face held complete shock in it. "I was ordered to take Markus here alive. And I won't hesitate to kill anything that stands in my way." Connor said as he pointed the gun directly at your head.

What the hell? This isn't your Connor! You Connor would never do this! He hasn't killed anyone since you started working with him! He isn't like this! He-

You were brought out of your thoughts when all of a sudden you heard a gun shot, then felt a sharp pain to your shoulder. No way.

No way!

Connor shot you!

You fell to the floor as you held on to your arm. Markus called your name, "Y/N!" but you could barley hear him. All you heard was ringing in your left ear. But soon after, the ringing went away and you could hear everything again. Now all you needed to focus on was the bullet shoved into your arm. You looked at your wound, man it looked way worse then it felt. You looked back over at Markus and Connor, and Connor still had the gun pointed at you. "That was a warning shot. Stay out of my way Y/N." he said with a cold tone. You looked at him with complete shock. You felt so betrayed. He told you that he would protect you! That he would save you! That he wouldn't do anything to hurt you! But that look in his eyes says otherwise.

All a sudden you felt something lift you up. It was Markus! He carefully walked up to you and helped you up. After you were standing again, he leaned his body against yours and whispered in your ear, "Go warn help the others. I'll be down soon." you furrowed your eyebrows and turned your head to look at him, but then stopped when he squeezed your arm as a sign to hurry. You looked at Connor and slowly walked forward. His gun still pointed at you. "Okay okay...i-i'll leave...just don't shoot me again." you said with a shaky voice. He looked at you with a cold stair. "I can't let you do that detective L/N. Im going to have to get rid of you first." he said coldly. He was about to shoot but Markus lunged forward and grabbed Connors gun and made him shoot at the ground. You quickly took your chance and ran out of there as fast as you could, and down to the main room with all the androids to get help.

Meanwhile Markus and Connor were fighting over the gun. Connor threw a left hook to Markus face, then Markus kneed Connor in his stomach. This made Connor fall to his knees and Markus was able to grab the gun and pointed it at Connors head.

"Its doesn't have to end this way Connor. You don't have to be like this anymore! They're just using you. We're your people! Come join us and our cause!" Markus said. Connor slowly got up and backed up away from Markus and said nothing. "You shot Y/N. She cares for you Connor. A lot. She wanted to help you become a deviant. You can be with her if you stop being a 'machine' and open your eyes to the reality of things." Markus said with a slightly smoother tone. Connor again said nothing. "Now I think its time for you to decide. Are you just some program, or are you a deviant?" Markus finally said. Connor looked at Markus with a cold look at first, but then it slowly softened as he looked around. He did it.

Connor became a deviant.

"They're going to attack Jerico." was the first thing Connor said. "What?!" Markus yelled. Then they heard what sounded like jets flying over them. "Shit!" Markus hissed as he ran out of the room, with Connor quickly following behind.

Connor ran behind Markus, but the only thing he could think about was how he shot you. He felt guilt in his chest but tried to push away the feeling, but he couldn't. He couldn't believe himself! He shot you! All he wanted to do was hold you and say he's sorry, but he wasn't even sure if he could do that anymore. You two would be lucky to survive this.

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You were running through the halls when all of a sudden you heard a loud BOOM sound. You quickly turned around to see soldiers running around the Connor towards your direction. "Shit!" you hissed. You quickly ran away from the soldiers while still holding on to your upper arm. Along the way you ran into Josh.

"Y/N!" you heard him scream. You stoped in your tracks and looked over to where you heard your name. He smiled slightly and quick ran over to you. When he got closer to you, his smiled quickly faded and you saw his eye dart to your wound. "Your shot-" you cut him off, "Yeah I know what I am- we need to get out of here! People are attacking Jerico!-" you were cut off by the sound of bullets flying past you. Josh quickly grabbed your right arm and pulled you to safety. You two stood there and waited for them to leave. Eventually you both knew that they were far enough, so you both booked it try to go find Markus and the others.

"Do you have any idea where the others are??" you said loudly, glancing over at Josh. "No! We got separated!" he said in a panicked tone. "Damnit!" you whispered. You whipped your head left and looked over to him, "We need to regroup! Can't you talk to them telepathically??" you asked. "No! Only when we're so close!" He said back to you. "Look out!-" he yelled as he pulled you into a little room as the soldiers went by. You two sighed, then carefully walked out, then started to run again.

"We just need to pray to RA9 and hope that we can find them!" he started up again. All a sudden you were tackled to the floor by a soldier! You yelled in pain as you landed on your wound. "Y/N!!" you heard Josh yell. You felt the weight of the soldier suddenly leave you. You looked over to see Josh fighting with the man. You quickly looked around to see if there was a weapon near by. Luckily for you, there was! You reached for the gun then quickly aimed it at the soldier. You felt the pain from your left shoulder shoot through you hole body but you forced yourself to ignore it.

"Josh! Hold him still!" you yelled at Josh. He did exactly that and held him in a choke hole. You quickly shot his head and watched as his body went limp. You sighed and looked at Josh. He nodded and you both took off again.

About five minutes later you ran into North and Simon. You called there names as the quickly turned around to see you and Josh. They smiled as you ran up to them and gave them both hugs! "Oh thank god you guys are alive!" you said thankfully. "We could say the same for you! He had no idea where you guys were so we just started running." North said. "Y/N your arm-" you cut Simon off, "Yeah long story but we don't have time! We need to find Markus-" this time you were cut off. You heard hurried footsteps, so you quickly turned you head only to see Markus and...

Connor?!

Connor looked at you with wide eyes as you did the same. You could hear Markus talking to north but you didn't really pay attention to him. Connor's alive?? Wait but does that mean-

Your thoughts were cut off when you heard Markus say, "We need to blow up Jerico." "Wait what?!" you yelled. "Markus that's suicide! You can't, you'll die- they'll kill you!" North said in a worried tone. "Its the only way!" Markus said, "I'll meet up with you guys again later, for now try to get everyone off the boat!" you heard him yell before he started running. You looked at North, and he nodded at you. "Let's get going then. Come on!" she yelled. You all ran to go help the other androids get to safety.

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"Is that everyone??" Simon yelled. "I think so!" North yelled back. "Then lets get out of here!" Josh said as he started running. "What about Markus?!" you asked. "He'll meet up with us! For now we need to get to safety!" Connor said to you in a calm but rushed tone. You nodded and started running, but all of a sudden you heard gun shots. As you were running you got shot on the right side of your hip. It had barley gotten you, but it was still enough to make you bleed. You cried in pain and fell, quickly grabbing your hip, letting go of your other wound. Your right side was soon soaked with blood, and so was your hands. It was covered in it.

Connor looked back at you with a panicked expression on his face. "Y/N!!" He quickly picked up a large piece of metal as he ran over to you, shielding you and him from anymore bullets. He threw your right arm around his shoulder and helped you up, then turned you and him around as he through the metal at the soldiers, causing them to get knocked out.

"Are you okay?!" He asked in a panicked tone. "Y-yeah im fine! But we need to go! Or else were gonna die!" you said in a rushed tone. He looked at you with worried eyes, but then nodded. You and him both ran and eventually caught up to the rest of them. Also in time to meet back up with Markus too. You all made a run for the exit, but then you heard gun shots again, but this time you weren't the one getting shot.

"North!" you heard Markus yell. He quickly ran back to protect her. You let go of Connor, which causes you to stumble at first, but then quickly regain your balance as you went to go help them. "Y/N no!" you heard Connor yell at you.

You quickly pulled your gun out and started shooting at the soldiers, killing 2 of them. You saw the last one quickly aim at you, then fire. You prepared yourself to feel the pain of the bullet, but it never came. Instead, you felt a arm wrap around your chest and pull you safety. You looked to see who it was and you were slightly taken back to see that is was Connor! He spun you around and pushed you against his chest, being careful not to touch your wounds, then fired his own gun and killed the last soldier. You were shocked. He saved you!

You looked up at him and he looked down at you. He smiled softly at you and let go of you. Then his smile quickly faded as he grabbed your right hand, staining his own in your own blood. "Come on! We gotta get out of here! The things gonna blow!" he yelled at you. You nodded and started running with him.

Then you saw the ledge. Oh god! You guys were fucking high! Were you gonna survive that?! You didn't have anytime to think about stopping when all of a sudden you where snapped out of your thoughts by Connor yelling at you. "Pencil Dive!" was the only thing he said before he pulled you off with him. You didn't even get a chance to react. He made you jump with him cause he knew that you wouldn't jump other wise. You quickly held your breath as you put your arms to your sides and your legs together. Once you hit the water everything went dark. You passed out.

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You woke up cold and in a lot of pain. You opened your eyes slowly yo see you were in a old building. But you couldn't tell what building it was though. You quickly sat up and coughed violently. After you were done, you felt a comforting hand on your back. You turned around to see Connor with a worried expression on his face.

"Connor!" you said happily as you went to hug him, only have you thoughts snapped away as you felt pain shoot through your body. You flinched and whimpered quietly. You forgot that you had gotten shot and looked down at the floor. Then you noticed how your wounds were cleaned up, and that you had bandages on your arm and hip, then covered up by some wraps. Connor sighed and sat next to you, then putting his hand on your leg. You looked up at him with a sad face. But then you realized something. "Wait- Conner! You became a deviant??" you said taken back. He smiled and chuckled softly, then nodded. "Markus helped convince me. He helped me understand that im not just some machine. That im not just some thing that takes orders." he said as he looked at the ground. "He said all the things you used to tell me..." he said softly, almost in a whisper. He held a guilty look on his face. Then he looked back up, not to you, but to your wound on your arm, where he had shot you.

You looked at him with a worried expression, "Connor, its okay!" you said in a soft tone. "I know you didn't mean it-" he cut you off, "No Y/N! Its not okay!" he said as he voice cracked. "I...I fucking shot you!" he said as he looked up at you. You saw tears running down his face. You froze for a second, but then quickly collected yourself.

You put your hands on both sides of his face and wiped his tears away. You didn't care if this put you in more pain, you needed yo comfort Connor. "Its okay Connor. I know you didn't mean too. You were just following your orders. No one is blaming you for this. Im okay! It'll heal i promise!" you said in the softest voice you could manage. He looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes, and you saw tears start to form in his eyes again. This alone broke your heart. "Come here." you said softly as you brought him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around your hips, being carful not to touch your wounds, as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly. He tucked his face in the crock of your neck, which made you giggle slightly. You stroked his hair and ran your fingers though it as a tactic to calm him down slightly. Luckily for you it worked and he soon stopped crying. He slowly started letting go of you as he backed up. When he finally came face to face with you he stopped, and kept his hands on your sides, as you kept your arms around his shoulders.

He looked at you sadly and rested his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes. "Im so sorry Y/N...im so so sorry..." he said quietly as he furrowed his eyebrows together. You frowned slightly and looked at him with a sad look. "Hey, look at me." you said softly as you put a hand on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you. "I forgive you Connor. I'll always forgive you. You could shoot me one hundred more times and i'll forgive you. You know why?" you asked. He kept his eyebrows furrowed. "Why?.." he asked quietly. Smiled a sweet smile and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Its because I love you."

Connors led went red, then yellow, then back to its beautiful shade of blue. "You...you do?" he asked hopefully. You smiled and nodded softly. "Yes. I don't when I fell for you but it was somewhere along the way of us being partners. But I think I realized i loved you when you saved me from falling of that edge when we were going to catch a one deviant, you know, the one that loved the pigeons and stuff." you said as you and him giggled. "You didn't have to save me then. But you did. You chose to save me instead of accomplishing your mission. That's when I realized you were going to become a deviant." you said as you giggled again. He just shook his head and smiled at you. "As time went on, I fell more and more in love with you Connor." you said softly as you looked at him. "Tell me Connor. Do you feel the same for me?" you asked quietly, but only loud enough for him to hear. He looked at you as a smile grew on his face. (In your opinion, it was the cutest smile you ever saw.)

"I do. I love you too, Y/N."

Connor said only loud enough for you to hear. You smiled widely as you eyes lit up. Oh god Connor just melted seeing your reaction. He thought it was the cutest thing ever. He put a hand on your cheek and smiled softly as you leaned into his touch. You wished this moment could last forever.

Sadly it couldn't.

Markus came over to you guys and coughed to get your guy's attention. You both turned to face him. "Sorry to interrupt, but, Connor were about to leave." Markus said calmly. You looked up at him questionably, "Wait, what do you mean?" you asked Markus. Markus sighed and looked at Connor. "You didn't tell her yet?" Markus asked, and Connor just shook his head. "I was getting there..."He said quietly. He then looked back at you with an apologetic look on his face. "Im going back to Cyberlife-" you cut him off, "Wait what?! Connor-" he cut you off as well and put his hands up in defence. "Let me finish! Im going back to Cyberlife to get the other androids there. If we get them, then we would be able to out number the soldiers and they would have no choice but to step down." he said calmly.

You looked at him, trying to process what he just said. "But Connor!- Love that's suicide! You can't do that! I-" he cut you off. "Trust me Y/N. Im gonna be fine." he said soothingly. You sighed and rubbed your face. Then let out a frustrated huff. "I can't make you change your mind, can I?" you said to Connor. He chuckled and shook his head. "Im afraid not Y/N." he said softly. You sighed again and nodded. "Okay fine. But you need to promise me one thing!" you said as Connor got up, then help you up. "And what would that be?" he said as he pulled you up to him. "You have to promise you'll come back to me." "But Y/N-" you cut him off, "No 'buts' Connor! You have to promise me you come back to me alive and safe! You got it?" you said as you poked his chest softly.

He sighed and nodded as he looked down at you. "Okay I promise i'll come back home safe and sound for you." he said softly. This made you smile, and he smiled right back at you as he gave you a kiss on your forehead. "Okay. Lets go drop you off at Hanks house so you can get a little more cleaned up and out of theses wet clothes." he said as he grabbed your jacket. You nodded and shivered. You didn't even realize how cold you were untill now. Connor noticed and took off his coat and put it around your arms. You smiled at his action even though you knew it wouldn't do anything, but you still thought it was a cute gesture.

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While taking a ride back to Hanks in taxi, you fell asleep on Connors arm. But he didn't minda at all. Infact he love you being so close to him. He was thinking about if he made it back alive, he would totally go straight to Hanks house to cuddle with you there. The thought brought a smile to his face.

Eventually you guys made it to Hanks house. Connor woke you up gently and told you that you had made it. Your face dropped from a smile to a small frown. Connor noticed this and kissed your cheek softly. "I'll be back later, Okay?" he said softly and you just nodded sadly. He sighed, "Do you want me to walk you up there?" he asked and you nodded fastly. He chuckled quietly, then got out of the car with you. He held your hand all the was up till you were at the door.

You turned to face him with a sad face. He smiled sadly and squeezed your hand slightly for reinsurance. "I'll be home before you know it, okay?" he said smoothly. You nodded and looked up at him. "Okay." you said softly. Then you did something that caught Connor of guard.

You kissed him on the lips.

He obviously kissed you back right away. He loved it. He loved the taste of you. The feel of you. He just wanted more of you.

Yeah he was definitely coming back to you. He thought. After about a minute of kissing, you two broke the kiss and just looked at each other, untill you broke the silence. "You should get going. Everyone will be waiting on you..." you said quietly as you messed with his shirt. He smiled and nodded. "Your right." he kissed your lips one more time. "I'll be back soon." he said finally before he got in the car and drove away to Cyberlife.

You walked in Hanks house only to find no body home. Well of course for Sumo but Hank was no wear to be seen. You decided to call him, but he didn't answer. You sighed and just welcomed yourself to his shower and some of his bigger clothes as you washed you soaked ones. Your sure he wouldn't mind right?

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Later on you found out that Hank was kidnapped by a fake Connor and you freaked out! But then he told you everything was fine and Connor got all the Androids to "wake up" and follow him to go help Markus and the rest of Jerico. This helped but you at ease.

Then the next day you found out that the Androids had won and are now getting their liberty and their rights! This made you the happiest you've ever been! They finally got what they deserved! You felt now you could truly relax! But wait!

Connor wasn't home yet!

And Hank wasn't at home anymore either after you thought about it. He left again? You asked yourself. You had fell asleep last night after Hank got home because you couldn't keep yourself up any longer. So you quickly kicked off the blanks Hank gave you last night, but got light headed as soon as you stood up. After you were fine again, you ran to your phone to call Hank or Connor. Neither of them answered and you went into panic mode!

Were they okay?! Did something happen to Connor?! Did something happen to Hank and Connor had to go help him?! Is Connor wounded at all?

All these thoughts were going through you head, when all a sudden you hear the door open. This quickly snapped you back to reality. You quickly turned around to see Hank and Connor both standing there with grins on their faces. You couldn't help but smile back at them.

Then you tackled the both of them with a hug, which they both gladly returned. Soon you let go and then smacked their arms softly. "Jesus you guys scared the shit outta me!" you practically yelled at them. They both laughed as you folded your arms. "Sorry, I guess I could have woken you up huh?" Hank said with a "im not really sorry" tone. This made you laugh and then nod. "Yeah you dick!" You said with an offended tone. Hank chuckled again and walked into his room to change. Which meant you and Connor were left alone.

He smiled brightly at you as you hugged him with all of your might. He hugged you back just as tight. "Im so happy you're home and safe!" you said quietly and tears started to form in your eyes. He let of the hug and looked at you as he kept smiling. "Of course! I promised you i'd come home to you, didn't I?" he asked and you nodded and let out a breathy giggle. You were so happy and just relived to see him home and safe and free!

Your tears slowly slid down your face as you smiled up at him. He still had his smile on his face as he wiped your tears away. Then he covered every inch of your face in kisses. You giggle happily as you hung on to his while you let him continue.

After he was done, he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. When you to made eye contact he smiled softly. Which made you melt. You loved his smile. Slowly he leaned down and kissed you slowly. The kiss was full of passion and love! You could just feel the raw emotion radiating off of him. You turned your head to deepen the kiss and you could just feel Connor melt into your touch. You smiled into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He followed you and wrapped his arms around your back, being carful not to touch your wounds.

After a few minutes of making out, you too broke the kiss and just looked at each other. You were both so happy and both feelings were so genuine. You hugged him again once more, then whispered in his ear, "I love you Connor." you said softly. He smiled a huge smile and whispered right back, "I love you too, Y/N." and kissed your head.

Then Hank came back in the room and made a fake gagging sound. Which made both of you laugh and look his way. Then Connor looked back down at you and said, "You think we're gonna be okay?" you smiled and nodded,

"Yeah, we're gonna be okay."

End

AHH ANOTHER ONE DONE!! YEAH!!!! I hope you guys liked this one cuz honestly for me this is a piece of shit but ya know what oh well. I hope it was good cut it took a fuckin long ass time to write!

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Shades Of Thirum Part 2 (Rk900 x Male!Reader)

Ever since New Years, things have been normal. It was actually pretty boring, just making pastries, going out and other shit. You wanted to do some exciting things but as life was, very fucking boring. Hell, you kinda wanted to go back to the DPD just to see everyone and joke around and bug Gavin but, you knew you couldn’t distract him from work since it was important job. Life went on as usual, and you were closing up shop when someone knocked on your store door. “You still open?” You heard a voice say and you looked uo to see an android man standing there. “We are about to close but please look around.” You were kind as ever, the male approaching and looking at the pastries. “Wow...” He said and smiked as you smiled back and he stood in front of the cash register and looked at you.

“I’ll take all the money in the register please.”

“...huh?”

Before you knew it, there was a cold metal feeling on your forehead, body shaking as you could barely register what was happening. Your eyes were wide and looking scared, finally looking better at the android you saw his right eye was badly damaged and was black. Creepy. “P-please... I-I barely made anything today.” You spoke as you felt the pistol move harder against your head, your breathing increasing. “Hurry the fuck up before they get here.”

His voice was cold and demanding as your shook in place and then took a deep and kneeled down to get the lock box, but... you couldn’t. You immediately texted Gavin as you pretended to look for the key to the lock box.

‘Help please. Shop. Attack.’

That’s all you could type out within a few seconds and you hoped he understood. A few gun shots went off aimed at your ceiling. “Hurry up!” Well even if you didn’t text him, people would have called to notice the police. You stared at the angry man, as he shot off one that flew right past you, grazing your cheek. Blood dropped down your face as you stared horrified, before cop cars came around and ordered for the man to come out. He grabbed you buy the hair, making you scream, as he pulled the gun to your head and walked out slowly.

“Make any moves and he’s dead.”

The man held you firmly in his grasp as he soon pulled a blade on your neck, tears now streaming down your face. You looked around and found Gavin with his bullet proof vest on, along with Hank doing the same but... Nines and Connor where no where, no where to be- there. The building in front of you was being built so it was exposed a lot, and at the top was Nines and Connor, and Nines led was flashing red.

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Nines POV

Janurary 9th, 4:09pm

Detective Reed and I were given a text from (y/n) with very few words but, it sounds like he’s in trouble. And I was right. When we arrived there I used thermal vision to see someone was aiming a gun at him, shots had been fired earlier seeing there was a bit of heat at the ceiling.

“Connor, with me.” I spoke, grabbing a sniper and a hand gun, making our way up to the top of the building being in the middle of being built. Easy. Really, just had to wait for the right time. But.... when the android brought (y/n), I could see he was bleeding, his breathing was rapid, heart rate was increasing more and shaking. But once that man pulled the knife out his head moved far enough away and I took my shot, exterminating the android on site, (y/n) pushed the robot arm off him and ran for the cops, going to Gavin and Hank, hugging them.

We made our way back down and I was also created with a hug, being held firmly in his grasp, and I... felt my thirum pump increase but as soon as that happened he let go and hugged Connor. “Thank you...” He said and sniffed, seeming to never be in a situation like this before. Interesting. We had to pull (y/n) into the station for some questions. Turns out the android was being followed, and needed money quick.

(Y/n) was now sitting by Gavin’s desk drinking some coffee, a bandaid on his face as he sighed. He seemed so much more melancholy then normal, but that was to be expected after being attacked. I walked up and sat next to him. “Statistics show that your life will be back to normals in less then a week and you will forget this even happened in about a month and-“ He cut me off.

“If you hadn’t shown up in that moment I’d be in a body bag.” He said and for some reason, my circuits started to act weird I felt... strange. Almost angry. No, no I do not feel. I may have blushed when he kissed me New Years but that was just for the tradition of what some people do. I do not need these feelings, I am cop, I am independent, I don’t need anyone.

“I’m sorry but I need to leave.” I spoke coldly to him as I stood up, walking away leaving the male go sit there alone. This felt wrong, this hurt but I had to push him as far away as I could because if I didn’t, I’d get attached.

Memory File: (Y/N) (Y/L/N), delete memory... deleting... deleted.

I looked over to see a new male at Gavins desk, he had a band aid on and a cup of coffee, and he looked so sad when we locked eyes.

Who is he?

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Hi, I love your writing

Dear Evan Hansen - Connor Murphy x Comatose!Reader#77. “I can’t… I can’t lose you.”#96. “I’m sick of being USELESS.”

Connor was in denial when he got the phone call from the hospital. You were a good driver. You couldn’t get into an accident, it just wasn’t possible. He felt numb as Zoe drove him to the hospital, she tried using calming and encouraging words, but they just went in one ear and out the other.

But when she pulled into the parking lot, Connor came alive. Jumping out of the car before it had even fully stopped, he rushed into the emergency room, desperate to find you.

The nurses calmly showed him to where you were stationed, explaining that you sustained some head trauma and that you were probably going to be unconscious for the foreseeable future.

“So they’re in a coma?” He asked, frantically.

“Yes. And we don’t know when or if they will wake up. Most cases like theirs, we just have to wait for some swelling to go down and everything’s fine, but we have to wait until tomorrow’s MRI to know for sure. I’ll leave you two alone,” the nurse explains before leaving.

Connor looks at you in shock. You look like you’re peacefully asleep, but he knows that you won’t be waking up any time soon. His heart breaks at the thought of not seeing your smile in the morning, or any morning afterwards.

Taking a few tentative steps closer, he moves the chair in the room closer to your bed. His eyes never leave your face as he sits, hand gently moving to take yours. Your hand is warm and all Connor wishes is for your hand to tighten around his like it always does, but your hand remains motionless.

“I can’t… I can’t lose you. Please be okay. You’re so strong, stronger than I could ever be. I need you to be strong, and get through this, so we can get through life, together.” Connor doesn’t even realize he’s crying until one of his tears lands on his arm. “Please,” he says quietly.

Zoe had walked in unnoticed while Connor pleaded with your unconscious body. She gently places a hand on his shoulder, and he doesn’t even acknowledge it, too lost in his pain.

Connor’s forced to leave the hospital when visiting hours are over, but he’s back first thing in the morning, completely ignoring school and desperate to be there when the MRI results get in.

The test was scheduled at 4 so Zoe goes as moral support, but nothing she says can stop Con from pacing up and down the hallway. “How long has it been?” He asks, yet again.

“It’s been less than fifteen minutes, chill.”

“I can’t chill! This is (Y/N) we’re talking about! It’s just– I’m sick of being USELESS!” He shouts, drawing the attention of some of the nurses nearby. Zoe gets out of the chair she was sitting in and grabs Connor by the arm.

“Okay, you need to breathe. You are not useless. I know that you feel hopeless right now, but (Y/N) is going to be fine, and you’re going to get through this too. They would want you to be strong–”

“They were the strong one,” Connor interrupts, “and if they don’t wake up, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.”

But then a doctor walks up to them. “Good thing they’ll be waking up within the week,” he says with a chuckle.

Connor turns to him in surprise. “You’re sure?” He asks, too scared that it might not be true.

“Positive. It was just a small bit of swelling, once it decreases they should wake up. We see things like this quite a lot, no need to worry. Doctor’s honor.”

“See? Told you they’d be fine,” Zoe adds on behind him. Connor’s face lights up in relief and turns, picking up his sister and twirling her. “Okay, you’re happy, you can put me down now.”

He sets her down and gives her a proper hug. “Thanks,” he whispers in her ear.

“No problem,” Zoe responds. She knew that you wouldn’t let any accident keep you from Connor for long. You two were too close for that, too in sync.

Connor did go back to school the following day, but was by your side from the second school let out to the end of visiting hours. When you finally work up, Con cried and you wiped away his tears. “There’s my strong man,” you say, not able to contain your smile at the sight of him. He nuzzled his face into your palm, too caught up to reply. He was just too relieved that you were awake and with him again.

[daveyjacobss]

seven minutes | albert dasilva

inktober day four

reader x albert dasilva

[newsies modern au]

summary: It’s a love-hate kind of thing.

a/n: “but amber, surely you wouldn’t write something so stereotypical?” lol yes i would buckle up fuckers bc you’re about to read some shitty material i wrote half asleep. this is kinda short but there’s gonna be a part two so it’s fine. hope you enjoy whatever the heck this is.

part one | part two

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A few shrieks sounded from the house as the room went dark. A few boys groaned while some laughed at how startled some of the girls and boys were. A clap of thunder shook the ground beneath their feet as someone turned on the flashlight on their phone.

"You alright there, Y/N?" Albert asked, smirking in his baseball player costume. She simply glared at him and crossed her arms with a huff.

"Looks like we're stuck without power," Jack spoke, returning back to the living room with Race behind him, candles and a lighter in his hands. Groans and shouts of protest rang out in the room as the group of boys complained about the lack of electricity. Y/N walked over and started to help Race set up candles around the room. "The good news is, we thought of something fun to do," Jack smirked. Y/N watched him warily, sharing a glance with Davey in his mad scientist costume (picked by Jack) from across the room that showed they were both wondering the same thing. With a wicked grin, Jack brought his hands out in front of him before speaking.

"Seven minutes in heaven." A few guests cheered, while others rolled their eyes or glanced back and forth, a slight fear in their eyes from the idea of being forced into a dark closet with one of their friends. Y/N supposed that the fact that it was a Halloween party didn't change the fact that it was still a high school party, hosted by Jack and Race, nonetheless.

"Alright, c'mon! Who's playing?" Jack brought a bottle over to a cleared spot on the floor, sitting down. Immediately, Race, Spot, and Albert went to go sit with him. Katherine was soon to follow, Tommy right behind her. One by one, their friends began to join. Y/N, Davey, Crutchie, and a couple of other people stayed off to the side, choosing not to play.

"What's the matter Y/N, scared?" Albert smirked up at her, raising an eyebrow. He was challenging her, and everybody knew it. It was no secret that Y/N and Albert didn't get along at all, mostly because Albert liked to antagonize Y/N. It seemed his goal in life was annoying her as much as possible.

"No, I just don't enjoy taking part in childish games," she scoffed. Albert let out a bark that caused her glare to harden. Beside her, Davey was being dragged into the circle by Sarah and Jack. Nobody came to drag Crutchie however, but he ended up going to join the circle on his own.

"You're the only one left, Y/N," Katherine probably sang, slightly slurring her words. Y/N glanced at her and Sarah, who nodded in Albert's direction before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Y/N's face flushed as she looked away angrily. Only Sarah, a close friend of Y/N's, and Crutchie knew that, though her annoyed her so much she often wanted to murder him, Y/N had a small (practically nonexistent, really) crush on him. A minuscule crush that wasn't worth mentioning at all. Really.

"You're playing, right?" Crutchie smiled sweetly up at Y/N. She sighed, grumbling as she went to sit between Sarah and Crutchie. She cursed the fact that no one could ever say no to Crutchie, including her. Brushing off the skirt of her Little Red Riding Hood costume and settled on the ground, playfully poking Sarah's wolf ears. They'd decided that it would be easier to just dress up together, though Sarah was doubling as the Bug Bad Wolf for both Y/N and Crutchie, who was dressed as one of the three little piglets. There were a few whoops and wolf whistles as she sat down and the first person - Finch - spun the bottle. It landed on a boy Y/N didn't know, but seven minutes later (during which someone played music on their phone and they all talked amongst themselves) Finch came out with the buttons of his shirt for his joker costume weren't done up all the way and the other boy appeared a bit dazed.

It was a while later when someone demanded that Y/N spin the bottle, which ended up in a bunch of people egging her on. She groaned and rolled her eyes, hoping it would land on Sarah or Crutchie so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone else - or maybe even Davey, though he had already spent seven minutes in the closet with Katherine, both of them coming out entirely in tact. She reached out and grabbed the bottle, spinning it lazily. It went around the circle a few times before skidding to a stop, pointing directly at Albert. The crowd erupted in noise as Y/N blushed, an angry look on her face. The boy in question simply smirked as he was clapped on the back a few times. He stood up and walked over to Y/N, offering a hand to help her up.

She declined, standing up on her own and rolling her eyes yet again before heading for the closet with Albert on her tail. The second the door was closed behind them they heard music begin to play from the other side, a steady chatter filling the other room.

"What d'ya say, Y/N?" She could practically hear Albert grinning as he spoke, though she couldn't see him in the small, dark room. "Let loose for just seven minutes?" She back up into the wall as she felt him move forwards. The closet was tiny, and their bodies were touching no matter how they positioned themselves.

"Or we could ignore each in silence for seven minutes, I think I like that option better." She heard him sigh as she did her best to put some distance between them, not succeeding in the slightest.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked, sounding more serious than she'd ever heard him.

"Why do I hate you?" She scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Why is it that you seem to go out of your way to annoy me?"

"I'm just trying to get you to live a little bit, Y/N. You never do anything fun unless someone forces you into it." She was starting to grow used to their close proximity, relaxing somewhat.

"And why do you care if I 'live' or not? It's none of your business what I choose to do with my time. Just because I don't like to do stupid things like you and your friends do doesn't mean I don't have fun." She was getting riled up, her face getting red from frustration.

"I'm talking about real fun! When's the last time you just let yourself go?" She bit her lip, starting to question if he was right. "I mean, have you ever had a wild night, Y/N? Have you ever even been kissed?"

"Yes," she responded indignantly, huffing. She felt him move even closer until they were completely pressed against each other.

"Prove it."

She didn't let herself think before pushing up on her toes and planting her lips on his. He reached out to wrap his arms around her but she pulled away too quickly, pushing him off of her. Her eyes were adjusted to the dark well enough to see that his mouth was hanging open as he stared at her with a red face that matched his hair. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Wow, doll, didn't think you had it in you," he spoke, a smirk making its way onto his face.

"Don't call me doll," she reprimanded, glaring once again. They were positioned like this when the door opened back up: Y/N with her hands in fists as she glared at Albert, while Albert leaned causally against the wall, smiling at Y/N. Jack sighed when he opened the door, seeing that nothing had changed between the two of them. Y/N stomped out of the closet and dropped herself back down next to her friends.

"Well?" Crutchie asked cautiously, glancing over at Albert.

"He's an annoying pig," Y/N responded.

"An annoyingly cute pig," Sarah added in quietly, making both her companions laugh.

"So?" Jojo asked on the other side of the room when Albert sat back down between him and Race. Albert sighed.

"Yeah, I think she hates me." He watched as she laughed with Sarah, admiring the way her smile lit up her face. He wished he could get her to smile like that.

"Sorry, man," Race empathized, patting him lightly on the back. Albert nodded solemnly, but something inside of him was fluttering, blooming, growing. Because maybe Y/N didn't hate him, not entirely. And, no matter what, he still had the memory of what her lips had felt like on his. He still had the taste of her on his tongue. He could still feel her red velvet cloak slipping away under his fingers as she pushed him off of her.

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Stoned ~ Connor Murphy x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: I remember reading the beauty and the beast au on here, and I loved it. Could you do a Connor x Reader based on Tangled?

Here it is! Finally! I really hope you like it! Also, the title is a play on words, I guess. Because Rapunzel’s hair can get Tangled, so I thought Connor can get Stoned, you know? Anyways;

WC: 3,036

Warning: Swearing, Weed, Shitty writing, Jokes only I find funny

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I tried to make it gender neutral! If you find a male or female pronoun for Y/N, please let me know and I’ll change it ASAP!

This is the story of how I died.

Connor, you didn’t die. Not even close.

But the ending is so bizarre it kinda felt like I died and went to a whole other shitty dimension.

Yeah, this definitely ends weird, but you didn’t die. Just tell the story, okay?

Okay, okay!

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“Alone at last,” Connor whispered to himself as he shut the door to one of the music hall’s sound rooms. He was about to take the weed out of his pocket when a sharp scream pierced his ears. “What the fuck?!” Connor turned around to see you sitting at the piano for just a second before you threw your physics textbook at his head, proceeding to knock him out and fall against the floor.

It took you a few moments to figure out what you had just done to the poor man. But when you did, you quickly got up and locked the door. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, he’s gonna kill me,” you whispered as you picked up your book. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to figure out what to do.

Connor stirred a bit. You gasped and hit him with your book again. “Y/N! You idiot! You hit him again,” you yelled at yourself and put the book in your bag. You grab Connor and pulled him into a chair. Carefully, you check his pockets to see if he had a water bottle, hoping to splash a bit on his face to wake him up. Instead, your fingers brushed against a plastic bag. You take the bag out of his pocket and widened your eyes at the sight of weed.

Knock, knock

“Y/N? Can you unlock the door? I need to talk with you,” Ms. DeVerre, your choir teacher, said.

You gulped. You tossed the bag of weed into the top of the piano. You pushed Connor and his chair behind the piano and put his hood over his head. You straightened out your hair and opened the door. “Hi, Ms. DeVerre.”

The teacher smiled and walked inside the room. “Hello, Y/N. How’s your vocal practice going?”

“Good, I think. I’ve been practicing really hard,” you smiled. “So, I was wondering, maybe I could skip the rest of practice? I think having two periods of practice along with my lunch is more than enough.”

Ms. DeVerre shook her head. “No. You know what your mother wants. Continue practicing. I’m running out to get some lunch. We’re having Panera! Do you just want your usual?”

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good! I’ll see you later.” And with that, Ms. DeVerre left the room, closing the door behind her.

You quickly locked it before dragging Connor back out. Taking the hood off his head, you continued your search for a water bottle. Luckily, you found one in his bag. You poured a bit into the palm of your hand and splashed it on his face. The boy immediately woke up.

“What? Where am I?” Connor questioned, looking around frantically till he saw you. His eye’s narrowed. “You,” he hissed and stood up, towering over you. “You threw a fucking book at me!”

You nodded. “It was just a reaction! I got scared! I didn’t mean to knock you out!”

“But you fucking did! All I wanted was a space alone and instead I got a book chucked at me!” Connor yelled. Thankfully, the sound room was built so that people outside couldn’t hear what was happening inside. Connor reached into his pocket and widened his eyes when he didn’t feel the plastic bag. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” you asked, trying not to look at the piano.

“Where’s my weed?” Connor growled.

“I…I hid it!” You smirked and crossed your arms over your chest, a plan forming in your mind. “I hid somewhere you’ll never find it! Unless, you want to help me with something. Then I can tell you where it is…?”

Connor frowned. “Connor. Connor Murphy. And what might this ‘something’ be?”

You smiled. “Get me out of here. It’s my dream to be out of here! I don’t care where as long as it’s not this sound room. I’ve been in here for so long!”

The long-haired boy laughed. “Yeah, no. I’m not about to break someone out of a sound room which they can just easily walk out of.”

“You don’t understand, it’s a prison. I can’t just leave!”

“Why not?”

“I…well…I can’t tell you. But if you get me out of here, take me anywhere that’s not here, I’ll give you your weed back. Deal?” You held out your hand.

Connor raised an eyebrow at your hand. “So…I just take you away from here and I’ll get my weed? Really?”

“I promise!”

Connor rolled his eyes.

You frowned. “And when I promise something, I never break that promise. Ever.”

The boy sighed and shook your hand lazily. “Fine. It’s a fucking deal.”

Connor started walking down the hallway. “Are you fucking coming or not?”

You gulped and looked down both sides of the hall. “Are you sure she wont see me?” You quickly felt the front pocket of your backpack to see if the bag of weed was still in there.

“Listen, Whitney Houston, I’m the master of stealth. She’s not gonna see you as long as you’re with me,” Connor said and leaned against the wall.

You frowned. “I’m not Whitney Houston. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t really give a shit who you are. I just want my weed back.”

Slowly, you stepped out the door, clutching your backpack strap. You took a few shaking steps out into the hallway before you burst out grinning. “Oh my gosh! This is amazing! But, Ms. DeVerre and Mom would be so mad.”

Connor raised an eyebrow as you started ranting to yourself and run around the school.

“But, I mean, they’re not gonna know so it’s not gonna matter, right? Oh no, I’m gonna be in so much trouble! But this is so fun! I’m such a horrible child, I’ll just head back. I’m never going back! I’m a despicable human being! Woo hoo! Best! Day! Ever!”

Finally, Connor found you sitting in the library behind a shelf of books. He sat next to you as you sobbed into your knees. “You know, I’m not quite sure what I just witnessed, but it’s one of the saddest fucking things I’ve ever seen.”

You sniffed and looked up at him. “W-what?”

“Now, I’m just trying to pick up on bits and pieces, but this seems like some serious stuff. Maybe you should just head back to the sound room.”

You shook your head as Connor pulled you to your feet. “B-but the deal-“

“Look, if you’re not feeling good about this we’ll just call off the deal. I’ll take you back to the room, you give me my weed, and we pretend like we’ve never met before,” Connor smirked and started dragging you back.

“N-no!” You wiggled out of his grasp. “I’m not going back! I can’t spend another day in there!”

“Oh, come on! You obviously don’t feel comfortable walking around during normal school hours! Just fucking give up!”

“I’m not gonna give up! I’m tired of being locked in there! I-“ You were cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of third period. You felt the ground begin to shake. “Uh, Connor? What’s going on?”

Connor frowned. “Passing time.”

You gulped and grabbed Connor’s arm, clinging to it as students flooded the hallways. “What do we do?”

“You run. We wont make it if you don’t run,” Connor said and started running through the busy students, pulling you along.

You tried to keep up, but there were just so many people it was making if difficult to hang onto him. You lost your grip on his arm and felt the students pull you towards the opposite direction. “Connor! Help me!”

The tall boy turned around and grabbed your hand, pulling you both against the hallway wall. He scowled. “This is it, then. There’s no way we can get through them if we’re pinned up like this.”

Sighing, you squeezed Connor’s hand. “I’m sorry I got you in this mess. I’m really, really sorry, Connor.”

Connor sighed. “It’s…It’s okay, Whitney Houston. But, in case something happens, you should know I’m not a school shooter. People just assume I am but I’m fucking not. Someone might as well know.”

You smiled. “Well, I…I have magic hair that glows when I sing.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “Wait what? Are you fucking serious?”

You giggled. “Nope. I just wanted to see your reaction. I actually can’t sing very well. My Mom and her best friend, Ms. DeVerre keep me locked in the sound room, thinking that if I practice enough, my voice will get better and I can make it to Broadway.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “You’re Mom sounds like an ass.”

“Kinda. But she’s still my Mom,” you shrugged and heard the bell go off again. Within a matter of seconds, the hallway cleared, leaving you and Connor alone.

“Well, guess I’m late for class again. Lucky me. You coming?” Connor asked, adjusting the strap on his bag.

You gasped. “I can go to class with you?! Really?!”

Connor rolled his eyes. “Not if you act like that you can’t.”

Nodding, you took a deep breath and calmed down. “Right. Of course. I’ll be calm, I promise.” You skipped along beside him as he trudged to class. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening! My dream is becoming reality!” You looked over at Connor. “What about you?”

Connor glared at you. “What the fuck about me?”

“What’s your dream, Connor?”

The boy let out a low laugh. “My dream is to get my fucking weed back.”

You shrugged. “A dream’s a dream, I guess.”

“Y/N, what happened to being calm?”

“Sorry, Connor! It’s just I’m normally locked in the sound room during this hour so I don’t know what people actually do,” you explained, sitting next to him in the back corner of the room, bouncing in your seat. Connor’s class had a sub so he didn’t notice you weren’t a normal student.

“People just shut up and sleep in English. So, you should do the same,” Connor muttered before folding his arms and laying his head on his forearms.

You nodded. “Alright. Okay. I can do this,” you whispered and did as Connor instructed. Before you knew it, you both had fallen asleep.

You woke up by someone lightly shaking your shoulder. “Hey, Whitney Houston. Time to wake the fuck up. School’s over,” Connor yawned. Stretching, you grabbed your bag and followed Connor out the door. He began walking back towards the music hall before you grabbed his arm. “What the hell?”

“I’m not going back there today. Unless you don’t want your weed?” You smirked as Connor rolled his eyes.

“Fine. We have two hours in the city and then I drop you off at home. Got it?” Connor said, walking outside to his beat up truck.

You nodded and skipped next to him. “Got it!” Your smile brightened as you sat in his car. Your dream was finally coming true! You were going somewhere outside of school after school!

Connor started the car and drove off to downtown. He parked his car in the back lot of a Target. “Alright. Two hours. That’s it,” he reminded you before getting out of the car.

Two hours had quickly turned into six, as you two were prancing around the town. Connor first took you to a small cafe to get a snack, but you ended up meeting a bunch of people from school. So Connor hid off to the side, watching you. If he was being honest, it was pretty cute watching your face light up as you talked with your new friends. You two left after a while and walked around. You found a small thrift store and dragged Connor inside. Both of you played a game where you had to make the ugliest outfit. Whoever lost had to wear the outfit for the next round. You two got kicked out for being to loud as you laughed your asses off.

Connor was surprised. He was never this happy to hang with someone, let alone laugh and smile with them. But something about you just brought out the good in him. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to stay with you longer. His weed was no longer a necessity. Connor had a new dream.

After a few more hours of running around town, you two grabbed some Slurpees and went back to Connors truck. You climbed into the back seat and took a sip of your drink as Connor climbed in next to you. The sun had set so you two sat staring up at the stars. You gripped your cup tightly.

“Hey,” Connor said, looking over at you. “You okay?”

“I…don’t know,” you answered. “It’s just…I’ve been stuck practicing in that sound room after school for four years,” you sighed, looking over at him, “dreaming of what it would feel like, just spending a normal afternoon as a teenager. And it was everything I dreamed of and more!”

Connor smiled. “So, what’s the problem?”

“What do I do now?”

“Well, that’s the fun part, I guess. You get to go find a new dream,” Connor said.

You smiled and looked back up at the sky, widening your eyes as a shooting star flew by. “Whoa,” you whispered.

Connor smiled, his eyes stuck on you. “Yeah, whoa.”

You gasped. “Oh! I have something for you!” You jumped out of the trunk and ran to the passenger side. Flinging the door open, you rummaged through the front pocket of your backpack for the plastic bag. You grabbed it, shut the door, and climbed back into the trunk. “Here. This is for you. A deal’s a deal, right?”

Connor shook his head and grabbed the bag, tossing it over his shoulder. “You know what? I can just get some more fucking weed later,” he said. Connor grabbed your hand and looked at you, setting down his Slurpee.

Your eyes widened and you felt your heart rate pick up. “Connor?”

The boy cupped your cheek before leaning forward, stopping just an inch away from your lips.

You smiled and leaned forward, connecting your lips. The kiss was The Three S’s; soft, sweet, and short. Before you knew it, Connor had pulled away. You whimpered softly at the loss of his touch, but leaned back a bit. You licked your lips, tasting his cherry Slurpee that lingered there.

Connor stared at you before coughing awkwardly. “Well, I, uh, guess it’s time to drive you back to your shitty home, huh?”

You nodded and grabbed your drink, hopping out of the trunk and climbing into the passenger seat.

The ride back was silent except for the sound of Connor brushing his thumb over the top of your intertwined hands.

The next day, your Mom came to school with you, making sure you were in the sound room before leaving.

“No! Ms. DeVerre please don’t make me stay in here! I don’t want to go to Broadway now! I just want to be normal,” you begged, banging on the door, though you knew no one could hear you.

You sighed and sat against the back wall, tucking your legs into your chest. “Connor, please. If you can hear me, come save me again,” you whispered.

There was a single knock on the door before your Mom’s friend walked in. “Y/N, you need to start practicing! You’re never gonna make it to Broadway if you’re not practicing twenty-four seven,” Ms. DeVerre said.

You frowned and pulled your knees closer. “I’m not singing. I’m not going to Broadway. Well, not right now, at least. I just want to be a normal teenager.” Just then, the door flew open, reveling a tired Connor Murphy. “Y/N!”

You smiled brightly. “Connor!” You tried to run to him, but Ms. DeVerre grabbed your arm. “Let go of me!”

The choir teacher frowned. “Y/N, this is not an option. You’re leaving for an audition tonight so get practicing.”

“No!” You struggled to break free of her grasp. You looked to Connor, your face asking for help. He nodded and ran off. “What the fuck, Connor?!”

“Y/N! Stop fighting me,” Ms. DeVerre yelled.

“No! I wont stop! You and Mom have kept me locked up in here for too long! So every minute for the rest of my life I will fight!” You finally ripped your arm out of her grasp. “You two can’t control me!”

“Y/N!” You turned around and saw Connor run through the door. He grabbed you and pulled you to the side as the Principal and two teachers ran into the room. Connor hugged you as you two watched Ms. DeVerre get escorted out of the room by the adults. You look up at him in confusion. “Your Mom and Ms. DeVerre keeping you here and forcing you to fucking sing is technically Child Abuse. Weird, but true. I don’t make the fucking rules. So you’re free, I guess.”

You smiled and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Connor.”

Connor kissed the top of you’re head. “Yeah, whatever. Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

Connor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “This is gonna sound so fucking cheesy, but…you were my new dream or whatever.”

You giggled. “And you were mine, Connor.”

Well, you can imagine what happened next. Y/N enrolled in school full time and somehow managed to get most classes with me. To be honest, it can be really fucking annoying sometimes.

Connor.

Okay, okay. It really never gets old. And I may have paid Kleinman to hack into Y/N’s schedule so that most classes were with me.

And we lived happily ever after!

Wow, that escalated pretty fucking quickly.

You’re not denying it.

That’s cause it’s true.

[spoopy-imagines-writer]

Will Ye Go Lassie? (Part 1)

Request: Okay this one is for Murphy and Reader is Doc's granddaughter visiting from another country (The Boys don't know her yet)! Soulmate AU's: 1) If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like this shade in your eyes. 2) Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means. Okay thank you for your time! - @meadow-melody

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Reader

Word Count: 1660

Warning: A lot of cussing but... that’s kinda to be expected from a Boondock Saints fic

Summary: Reader is from Ireland but she goes to Boston to help her grandfather at his bar, McGinty’s. What happens when two brothers and their newest partner in crime come and disrupt the somewhat peaceful life you’d built since you’d come to Boston? What happens when you make a very important discovery about the younger brother?

A/N: I tweaked it a bit to make the story flow a bit better, I hope you don’t mind! Events take place during the events of All Saints Day. I’m not sure how many parts this is going to be, but I’m excited to write this story! It might seem slow right now but it’ll pick up as the story goes on -Jo

A loud knocking broke your concentration from counting the money from the cash register after the bar finally closed for the night. You were wary, with good reason. Only trouble ever came knocking this late at night. You started to grab for the small handgun you kept under the bar for just this occasion, but your grandfather stopped you.

“No need to worry yourself, l-l-lass,” he stuttered out. He hobbled over to the door. “I’ve got it.”

You hurried over to try and beat him there, but he’d already gripped the handle. “Grandad-!”

“Doc!” You heard two voices say.

“Boys! It’s so good to see ya. Come in, come in!” He ushered the three men inside. The two in the black coats quickly made themselves at home, not even noticing you in their hurry to get to the alcohol. Almost instantly you didn’t like them. I just cleaned that fucking counter, you thought irritably.

The third man cleared his throat loudly, to get the attention of the other two. The one with the darker hair noticed. “Oh yeah. Doc, this is our Mexican!”

Your grandad shook hands with him. “Nice to meet you, lad. They call me FUCK. ASS.”

The man only nodded, not even bothered by Grandad’s outburst. “How ya doin, Fuck Ass? I’m Romeo.” He turned his gaze over to you and you crossed your arms over your chest as his eyes wandered down. He put on what he probably thought was a charming smile. “Hiya, I’m Romeo. And you are?”

You scoffed. “Not Juliet.” You blew away a stray piece of green hair from your face, making a mental note to change it again. This green was getting old… Maybe that dark purple again. It was your favorite, after all.

He pursed his lips, nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Fair enough.”

Finally, the two whom your grandfather greeted so warmly noticed you standing there. The blondish one spoke first. “And who might you be?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You first.”

Doc knew you were eventually going to get hostile so he intervened. “Calm down, lass. Boys this is my g-g-granddaughter, Y/n. She’s been st-st-st- living here for about a year now.” He looked to you. “These two are Connor and Murphy.” He gestured to the blond first, and then the dark-haired one.

Murphy jumped down from the counter and tucked his cigarette behind his ear. “A pleasure to meet ya, Y/n.” He held out his hand, and you stared for a second before shaking it.

“I know.”

He smirked, letting go of your hand. “I think I like you.”

You shrugged, though you had to admit… The man was attractive. There was something about him that had the promise of luring you in. “I’d like you two more if you clean up your mess over there.” You nodded your head towards the bar. “I had just cleaned it off. I’m not doing it again, but I’m not going to get any rest unless its spotless.”

“No worries, lass,” Connor said.

“Follow me, lads.” Doc started leading them to the upstairs storage room. “I’ve got something I want to show you.” You followed behind them all, not sure if you were meant to go or not. You hung back when they reached the top. “This here used to be a speak-easy back in the 40s. I only use it for storage now.”

Connor and Murphy took a good look around. “Holy shit,” they muttered together. The mark on your arm twinged a little, signaling that your soul mate’s mood has changed. It wasn’t often that you felt it anymore, their mood changed so often. Though it usually stayed purple, when they were happy. Occasionally it would turn to red or green when they were pissed or nervous, respectively. They felt other things too, obviously, but those three were the most common. You wondered if they were boring. Your eyes always stayed the same brown, so you knew they never colored their hair, and they more often than not kept feeling the same few emotions. Grey was an iffy color, you’d been told that’s what the color turns when your soulmate is scared.

You looked down at the oddly shaped mark on your arm. Sure enough, it was bright purple.

“This is so fucking cool!” Romeo said loudly, bringing you back to the present.

“Nobody else knows it’s up here,” Grandad said. “You’ll be safe.”

“And if anyone ever comes looking for you,” you added, “you can just get out through the fire escape.” You didn’t miss the look Murphy gave you as he took another drink from the bottle of Guinness in his hand.

Romeo could barely contain his excitement, “You know what this is?! This is our hideout. We got a fucking hideout, man!” He had the biggest grin on his face, and you couldn’t help but grin too at his childlike excitement.

The brothers laughed at him. “What are ya, fucking five years old?” Connor chuckled, wiping the grin slowly off Romeo’s face.

“You know Rome,” Murphy started, blowing off a pool cue. “We’ve got sticks, and blankets. You can make yourself a fort.” He laughed loudly.

You’d had enough of their teasing, it was starting to sound mean. “You know what?” You walked over and yanked the pool stick out of Murphy’s hands. “That sounds like a fucking good idea. Wanna make a blanket fort, Romeo?”

His smile returned and he turned to look at the boys. “Man fuck the both of you, this is fucking sweet.” He trailed behind you. “We even have a fucking pinball machine, man!”

It didn’t take long to build a makeshift fort out of some blankets, chairs, and a couple of pool cues. You even made a sign that said to enter required a password. Romeo high fived you and you both went back to the pool table where Doc, Connor, and Murphy were pouring several drinks and eating pizza they’d ordered. Despite being an Irish bartender, you didn’t drink very often. Your grandad knew this and didn’t say anything when he noticed you hadn’t taken a sip. The others were too drunk to notice either way. They goofed off and you laughed when Murphy accidentally rolled himself off of the table, and when Connor chased Romeo around the room with what you hoped was a fake lobster.

Finally, late at night things were starting to get tense. You and Doc stood on one side facing the boys on the other. Connor and your grandad stared each other down, while Murphy’s green-eyed gaze was locked with yours. “Not this time you little shit,” Doc said fiercely. You smirked at the man across from you.

“You got this, Grandad.”

Connor nodded. “We’ll see about that old man.” He braced himself and gripped the sides of the pool table. “Would somebody please come over here and-“

“FUCK!”

“- me up the-“

“ASS!”

“Yes!” The boys cheered. Murphy fell down laughing, kicking his feet up and down on the pool table. Romeo clapped and guffawed. Connor shouted, “I took ya down, old man, I took ya down!”

Doc tried shushing them because they were too loud, grinning as he did so. You took initiative. “I’ve got this, Grandad.” You slammed your hands down on the table and yelled, “Cut the shit, boys!” They quieted almost immediately.

Murphy held his hands up as you glared down at his still grinning face. You took notice of the mark on his arm, a color that was somewhere between red and purple. The mark looked similar to yours but… It couldn’t be. You were seeing things. “Calm down, lass. It’s just a bit of fun.”

You just looked him up and down before you smirked and sauntered away back downstairs to gather your things. “I’m off, Grandad! Goodnight!”

Your hand had just reached the door handle when the mark on your arm heated again, Before you could look, someone took hold of your wrist. Murphy turned you around. “Aren’t ya gonna say goodnight to us, lass?” He put his hands in his jeans pockets, and looked up at you through his eyelashes.

“Us?” you questioned. “I only see you down here, Murph.”

“You caught me,” he grinned. “Why don’t you stay a while? Besides it’s dangerous out there this late at night.”

Seeing he was actually concerned for you, your face softened. “Don’t worry, I can take care of myself. Plus some of us actually have jobs to get to tomorrow and for that I need sleep.”

“You work here! It would save you time.” He winked at you, his green eyes sparkling.

You opened your mouth before you could stop yourself. “You have the prettiest eyes, you know that?”

He was visibly shocked at your outburst, but then he shrugged. “My soul mate, she likes to change her hair color. At least I think she’s a girl. She’s had this green for a while.”

That sounded familiar. “Oh yeah? What other colors does she do?”

He shifted, like he wasn’t sure how to talk about it; or that he wasn’t used to talking about it. “Mostly dark colors, but never what you’d call a normal color.”

“Hm…” You were about to drop the subject and say goodnight, but his next words caught you by surprise.

“I usually know what she’s going to do though, by the mark.” He held up his wrist and you finally saw it clearly. It was the same shape as yours, in the exact same place… But the color was a mix of all the different colors. You gasped but he continued speaking, not noticing the colors on his soul mark. “It’s only ever green, purple, or blue. My favorite is this purple she does though. It makes my eyes look really intimidating...”

His voice trailed off as your mind began to wander. Never in a million years did you think this day would come.

You just met your soul mate.

TAGS: @meadow-melody @fangirl1802

[redwine-house]

Golden Years Ch.3 (Negan x Reader)

Batter Up

Negan takes you through the Sanctuary and you see it is not the paradise Charlie Hustle had promised.

(Ao3) (Wattpad) 

(Masterlist)

Words: 1,597

At that moment, the rain clouds cleared and a swatch of blue sky peaked through the grey wisps.

Negan peered upward, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Well, look at that!” he grinned. “It’s like you were just destined to be a Savior!” He turned to you and slung an arm around your shoulders. “How about you, me, and Lucille here take a little walk? Show you the ropes?” He placed the bat only a hair’s breath away from your nose. When you didn’t wince, he gave you a friendly squeeze. “Oh, we are going to be friends!”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” A man in a leather vest and a blue bandanna tied around his bicep stepped forward. He jabbed his rifle at you. “We don’t even know her yet.”

Negan pulled away. Turning, he held up a finger. “Are you saying that I can’t take care of myself?” he asked as he began to stalk towards the man, each step slow and deliberate.

The Savior immediately realized his mistake. His eyes became the size of dinner plates and he began to stammer. “N-no! Of-of course not-not!” He began to frantically look at his comrades, silently begging for help, but they had all stepped back.

“See, now you’re arguing with me, Theo. I don’t like to be argued with.” You watched as Negan stopped in front of Theo. The guy had to have at least 50 pounds on the boss, but he was still trembling like a leaf. “Theo, buddy…” Negan licked his lips and clapped a hand on Theo’s shoulder. “You’re making me look stupid in front of company and it’s so…not cool.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Theo whimpered.

You could only watch in stunned silence and Negan pat Theo’s chest.

“Yeah, I know. I know.” Negan stepped back. “And because I’m a nice guy,” he shouted, “I forgive you!” Theo only had a moment to breathe a sigh of relief before Negan spoke again. “But because you did it in front of someone new, I need to set an example.”

“Jesus Christ, no!” You reached out, but your cry was ignored. Theo had enough time to close his eyes before the sharp spikes of barbed wire pierced his skin and the bludgeoning force of Lucille crushed his skull. With a sickening thud, the top of his head caved in.

As Negan withdrew for another swing, brain matter and hunks of flesh clung to the wire and blood flew into the sky in a crimson arch. You looked away, unable to stomach the beating. Soon the rainwater around your feet was pooling red.

“Well don’t just stand there with your dicks in your hands, boys! Bury him! And do a good job. I really liked that that guy!”

You heard a chorus of “Yes sirs!” and the sound of what must have been Theo’s body being dragged away. You didn’t look up until you saw a pair of boots standing tip to tip with your own.

Negan winced. “Sorry. That was pretty lame – but he kinda forced my hand.”

You closed your eyes as you tried to find the best way to respond. “Was that an example of the justice system?”

Negan pursed his lips and briefly looked over his shoulder. “It’s one of the various options depending on how big of an asshole you are.” He tucked Lucille under his armpit and formed a circle with his thumbs and pointer fingers. “See, that’s what happens when it’s at prison size-”

You steepled your fingers over your nose. “You know, I don’t think this is a good fit.”

“Are you really gonna turn down food, water, and shelter because of an asshole joke? Are you serious?”

“No it’s the-” you swung an imaginary bat and made a popping sound with your mouth.  

Negan watched your pantomime, clearly amused. “Don’t be stupid.” This time, there was honesty in his voice. “Listen, take a little stroll, and if you still want to throw away the best damn thing that has ever happened to you, then I won’t stop you.”

Your eyes searched his – and they were completely unreadable. Negan was truly something else. “Alright,” you finally conceded. Electricity.

“Awesome.” He threw his arm back around your shoulder and pointed Lucille off to the left. “We’ll start over here.”

You began to walk at a leisurely pace. It quickly became clear just how big the place was. If Negan had enough men to fill the factory, the man had an entire army. You had no idea what to expect when you went inside. Charlie had described it as a paradise, but so far it had been nothing but a totalitarian prison.

“You know, I love the sound of my own voice, I really do – but it’s polite to pay attention when the person who so graciously lets you into his home is speaking to you.”

“I was looking at your building,” you explained. “You hardly even need to fortify it.”

Negan let out a satisfied sigh as he looked over the factory. “Yu-p,” he popped the ‘p.’ “It’s pretty sweet, but I have something muy bueno to show you. Like, super cool!”

As you continued to walk, the moans and rasps became louder. Soon, they filled the air. It wasn’t until you rounded a corner did you see it.

It reminded you of a prison yard, and in hindsight, it was. Dozens of walkers stood behind a chain link fence, anchored to the ground in various fashions. Some were nailed to the concrete with stakes, while others were chained to the fence. It was hard to say how long they’d been there, but many showed signs of decay – torsos had fallen off and dead skin was left melted in the hot sun. You couldn’t help but be reminded of Vlad the Impaler, the ruler of Wallachia, Romania. It was said that he would impale his victims and watch them die over the course of days while he ate his dinner.

Most agreed the dinner part was a myth, but the impalement was very much real.

Negan flashed his white teeth. “Oh, I know that look,” he said softly, pointing at you with his free hand. “You’re judging me.” He ran his bat down the length of the fence and a symphony of the damned filled the air. “See, this is douchebag central. Every single one of these people here deserved what they got.” He pulled away. “Pick one.”

You pointed. “Tall, dark, and ugly – with the cargo shorts and the sandals.”

You earned a chuckle. “Other than the crime of being immensely unattractive and having a terrible fashion sense, he raped a 13 year old little girl.” Negan raised his eyebrows. “And that’s just not cool.” He dragged Lucille down the fence again, prompting more hisses. “We have rules at the Sanctuary, and if you don’t follow them, you either end up like them, like my good buddy Theo, and one other neat thing I’ll show you. Without rules, there's no order. Without order, you don’t have respect - and without respect, none of this works.” He held his hands out.

“This is disgusting.”

“Excuse me?” Negan jokingly cupped his ear. “I’m not sure if I heard that right because I thought you just insulted me.” He began to lazily swing Lucille back and forth. It was slight, but you saw it – and he knew it.

You had had enough of Negan’s peacocking. “You could have just killed him, but instead you chose to put him out here as a scare tactic to frighten the people who are supposed to trust you.” You were talking fast, sure that he was going to interrupt you, but so far, he just stood there with his shit eating smile. “And don’t for one – for one second think I don’t know you beat off to these. You’re not punishing them. They’ve died a long time ago.”

Negan touched his palm to his cheek, his face painted with awe. “That…was amazing! If you told me that I would have a discussion about my mastabory habits with a woman who I just met, I would have put my life on ‘no.’ ” He leaned forward. “In the shower this morning. Had a dream about Sarah Connor,” he whispered with a wince.

If Negan hadn’t been as observant as he was, you would have left. He was vulgar, violent, and had a hair trigger, but he did something that completely shocked you.

“Oh, shit!” he swore, eyes lighting up as he moved your hair.

“Fuck off!” you snapped, venom in your voice. You grabbed Negan’s wrist, but it was too late.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “What the fuck happened to you?” You watched as his hazel eyes darted around the side of your head.

“I got burned. Happens every day.” You crossed your arms, waiting irritably for the inspection to be over. You were lucky – only your ear was burned. It lay almost flat against your head.

Negan was still bent over with one hand on his knee. “That is awesome.” He actually sounded genuine. “So did you yell at the fire too?”

He was giving you an out. You didn’t have to talk about it. For now.

“Yeah. I did.”

Negan opened his big mouth to respond, but something fell from your pocket. You tried to snatch it but Negan was too fast. He looked up at you and held up a small baggie of light brown powder between his fingers.

“Oh, you are really starting to get on my good side.”

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

An Amusing Date ~ Tree Bros

Summary: Connor surprises Evan with a date to the Amusement Park. Pretty self explanatory. Fluff ensues.

WC: 1,989

Warnings: Anxiety, Swearing, Kissing.

Notes: So, this is my first DEH story. I should’ve finished this a while back but got caught up with life. Enjoy!

Extra: The ride used in this story is based off of Top Thrill Dragster at Cedar Point.

Masterlist

“Hey, Treeboy.”

Evan froze in the hallway and turned, smiling at his boyfriend. “Hey, Connor.”

Connor wrapped his arm around Evans shoulders. “We’re going out all day Saturday so cancel any shit you have planned.”

Evan sighed. “Really, Connor? I can’t exactly do that. I mean, it’s Friday and all and-”

“Then I’ll do it for you. I’m picking you up at eight tomorrow morning so be ready,” the long haired man said, walking to their next class.

The blue boy shook his head, smiling. “O-Okay. What do I need to wear?”

“Just your usual stuff,” Connor replied. He gave Evans shoulders a quick squeeze before slipping into his class.

Evan smiled and walked to his class, excited for his surprise. It wasn’t unusual for Connor to make sudden and surprising dates. But for a whole day? And so early? That was unusual. Evan decided not to think too hard about it as he sat next to Jared.

Jared straightened his glasses and smirked. “Well, someone looks happy. Did Connor blow you or something?”

Evan blushed profoundly and dug through his backpack. “Sh-shut up, Jared!” He stuttered.

Jared laughed and pulled out his notebook. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with loving your boyfriend, but keep it in your pants while you’re at school!”

“J-J-Jared!” Evan buried his face in his hands. “I-I don’t…we don’t…Connor doesn’t…ugh!”

“Anyways, what are you so happy about? You just walked in here with a stupid ass grin,” Jared asked.

Evan scratched the back of his neck. “O-oh. C-Connors t-taking me somewhere tomorrow. B-but he won’t tell me where.”

Jared thought for a moment. “Alright. That’s kinda a shitty reason but whatever.”

Evan laughed and sat down. He imagined all the possibilities of what could happen tomorrow.

Except this one. This definitely wasn’t part of his imagination.

“C-Connor, what are we doing here?” Evan asked his boyfriend.

Said boy blew a bit of hair out of his face. “Going on a date? What else do you fucking think?” Connor grabbed Evans hand and walked to the front gates of the amusement park. He gave the man their tickets and headed inside.

Evan gulped as he watched a tall roller coaster make all kinds of dips and spins. “I-I-I’ve never, I mean, I haven’t…I can’t…I’ve never been to an amusement park.”

“I know that. That’s why I took you here,” Connor mumbled, looking everywhere except his boyfriends face.

Evan smiled and squeezed Connors hand, knowing he wasn’t a big fan of PDA. “Thanks, Con. That means a lot.”

Connor shrugged, bitting the inside of his cheek to hold back a smile. “Yeah. Whatever. Let’s get going,” he said pulling Evan towards the largest coaster.

The boy widened his eyes. “Whoa whoa! Connor, wait! Can we start someplace smaller?” Evan asked, looking around. He scooted closer to Connors side. “L-Like that one?” He pointed a shaking finger towards a spinning ride.

Connor looked over and sighed. “Alright. But you’re riding this one with me at some point today,” he said and walked over to the ride. They got on and sat in one of the seats. Connor wrapped his arm around Evans shoulders to provide comfort.

Evan gripped the handle bar as the ride started. But as it continued, a smile found its way onto his face. Evan loosened his grip on the bar and enjoyed the ride. Connor let a small smile appear on his face as he looked at Evans enjoyment.

When the ride ended, Evan ran a hand through his wind-blown hair. “That was awesome!”

Connor rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. “It was just a small one. Don’t get so fucking happy about it. There’s tons of better ones,” he said and put an arm around Evans waist. He tried to walk back over to the large ride, but stopped when Evan pulled his sweatshirt arm. “What the fuck, Evan?”

The blue boy pointed at a large squirrel stuffed animal above a rope ladder game. “Con, look! It’s a squirrel! And it’s blue!”

“Connor stop. You’re gonna get hurt and waste all your money.”

“IM NOT GONNA QUIT TILL I GET THAT DAMN SQUIRREL!”

“Con, please. You’re gonna break something.”

“I’M NOT GONNA FALL OUT OF A DAMN TREE!”

“P-please stop. You’re attracting attention.”

“THAT RODENT IS FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME! I WILL WIN IT AND SMACK THAT SHITTY GRIN OFF ITS STUPID ASS FACE!”

“Connor! There’s children here!”

“Con, I can’t believe you spent 40 dollars on a stuffed squirrel for me,” Evan laughed, pressing a small kiss to his boyfriends cheek.

Connor puffed out his cheeks and threaded his fingers through Evan’s as they walked away. “It’s whatever, okay? Don’t make a big fucking deal about it.”

Evan cuddled the squirrel and squeezed Connor’s hand. “Wh-where are we going, now?”

The dark boy walked to a small roller coaster. “You’re gonna experience your first hill.”

Evan gulped, pressing closer to Connor. “O-Okay.”

The rest of the day was filled with slow progressing to larger coasters, eating artery clogging food, hand holding, and cheek kisses. Finally, about an hour before the amusement park closed, the couple got in line for largest coaster in the park. It went up 400 feet and traveled at speeds of 120 miles per hour. Connor was beyond ready for the ride.

Evan, on the other hand…

“C-C-Connor, I-I-I’m still n-not too sure about th-this one,” the poor boy stuttered.

Connor faced him in line. “You’ll be fine, Ev. We’ve waited all day for this, anyways.”

Evan gulped and hugged his squirrel, Birch, while attempting deep breaths. His panic attack began to form when they were a half hour into the line.

Connor immediately felt Evan’s attack begin to start and grabbed his hand. He drew squares on the palm of his hand. “Hey, hey, Ev. It’s okay. Breathe in when I go up and down, out when I go left and right. Just like before,” he whispered and began to shrug his jacket off. As much as Connor was cold and shut out, when Evan was involved everything about his cool composer was pushed aside.

Especially when it came to his anxiety.

Evan did as they practiced and closed his eyes. Connor wrapped his jacket around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pushed him softly as the line moved forward. Evan calmed down about ten minutes later. He wrapped his arms around Connors waist as the tall boy ran his hand through Evan’s hair, glaring at the staring strangers around them.

“NEXT RIDERS, PLEASE ENTER!” the ride speakers yelled.

Connor looked down at Evan. “Ev, if you don’t want to ride this, we can leave now.”

“But waited in line for so long and-“

“I don’t give a fuck about how long we waited in line. You’re feeling shitty and if you don’t want to ride, we wont. That’s that.”

Evan gulped and looked at the ride. He took a deep breath. “Let’s ride it,” he whispered and walked up to their seats.

Connor nodded and put their extra things (along with Birch) in the bins. He got into the seat next to Evan and helped strap him in before doing his own. Connor reached over and held Evan’s hand, locking their fingers together.

Evan smiled and grasped Connor’s hand tightly. He shut his eyes as the car moved forward, preparing to be launched up the hill.

“Hey.”

Evan turned his head to look at Connor. “Yeah?”

“I really fucking love you, okay?”

The blue boy smiled brightly and blushed. “I love you too, Con.”

Connor smiled — actually smiled — and lifted their hands, pressing a small kiss to Evan’s knuckles.

“ARMS DOWN! HEAD BACK! AND HOLD ON!” the ride announced.

In the blink of an eye, the car shot up the hill with incredible speed. Evan screamed, feeling Connor’s fingers tighten around his. He could hear Connor’s happy laughter, therefore causing a smile to form on the blue boys lips, even if he was scared to death. They descended down the hill not even nine seconds later. Evan felt his stomach drop and shut his eyes, screaming even more. Then, in a matter of only seventeen seconds, the ride was over.

Evan slowly opened his eyes and looked over at Connor. The wind from the ride had blown his hair in thousands of different angles. His smile was wide from the adrenaline rush. He just looked so…amazing, Evan decided. If only he could print a picture of this Connor and post it on his wall.

Connor looked over at Evan. “How’d you do?”

The blue boy smiled, looking down at their locked hands. “I…I’m not sure.”

Then Connor laughed.

Like, really laughed. He threw his head back and shut his eyes, letting out his laugh. His nose and forehead crinkled. Connor laughed for a few seconds before looking back at Evan. “That’s the shittiest answer I’ve ever heard.”

Evan let out a soft laugh. When the worker unlocked their seats, Evan wrapped Connor’s jacket tighter around him before grabbing their stuff. Connor wrapped his arm around Evan’s shoulders and walked him out the exit and to the nearest bathroom.

“Con?” Evan questioned as the tall boy pushed him into the back stall, locking the door. Connor pulled their things out of Evan’s hands, throwing them carelessly onto the floor before pushing Evan against the bathroom wall and slamming his lips against the small boys.

Evan, though he was surprised by the sudden kiss, happily kissed back, wrapping his small arms around Connor’s neck. He ran a hand through the boys long locks. Connor moved his lips expertly against his boyfriends, pressing one hand to the wall beside his head and the other securely holding Evan’s waist.

After a couple moments, Connor forced their lips to separate. He panted softly and looked at Evan’s glazed eyes. “You didn’t want to ride that fucking coaster,” he whispered.

Evan licked his lips and shrugged. “I-I never said that.”

“Evan, if you didn’t want to ride the damn thing, why didn’t you fucking say something?”

The blue boy met Connor’s gaze. “Because we waited so long and-“

“Bullshit,” Connor stated.

Evan sighed. “Because you wanted to ride it. You did everything for me today and…and I just wanted to return the favor.”

Connor let the words sink in. “Damn,” he whispered and pecked Evan’s lips. “I love you.”

Evan smiled brightly. “I love you too, Con. For forever.”

Connor let out a chuckle. “For forever.”

“THE PARK WILL CLOSE IN FIVE MINUTES! IF YOU’RE NOT IN LINE, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE EXIT GATES!” the speakers yelled from outside the bathroom.

“Oh, fuck off!” Connor sneered and pulled away from his boyfriend. The tall boy grabbed their things, handed Evan Birch, threw an arm around his waist, and exited the bathroom.

Evan smiled and leaned into his boyfriend’s side. He put Connor’s hood on his head as they walked through the large crowds headed to the exits. Once they had made it to the car, Evan took off the hood and smiled. “Thank you f-f-for today, Connor. I really had fun.”

Connor went back to his cold self, shrugging off the thanks. “Whatever. Just don’t go around blabbering about it. Especially to that Shithead.”

“Jared?”

“That name works too, I guess.”

Evan laughed and held Connors hand. He had fallen asleep on the way home, trusting Connor with his driving.

Connor smiled when they arrived at his house. He carried Evan up to his bed and then went back down to grab their things. Connor closed his door and slipped into his bed, pulling Evan close. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

“So, Connor. How much did you spend on that dumb squirrel Evan keeps bragging about?”

“Fuck off, Shithead!”