“Are you taking his side against me?” Connor yelled at Oliver.
“I’m just trying to think about the best way we could finish this before the deadline and pass.” Oliver said, eyes moved from Connor’s to Aiden’s.
“So you think his way is better? Better than mine?” Connor prodded.
Aiden sighed, if he knew at the time that being in a group with his ex-boyfriend and his best friend would’ve lead to drama 24/7 he’d have grouped with his ex-girlfriend, Michaela. At least she doesn’t get jealous every time he and Asher talk.
“Seriously Connor, if we divide it into three sections we’ll never be done in time. The project is due tomorrow.” he tried to reason.
Connor folded his arms and leaned against the counter top, “But I’m doing descriptions so I’ll be working alone while you guys finish the rest together.”
“Aiden and I have more to get done and they go hand in hand. So if we do it together we’ll get more done in maybe half the time. You wanted to do descriptions because you have entrance exams soon. Remember?”
There was a bitterness in Oliver’s voice that shut up whatever Connor was going to say. A part of him knew he was being somewhat unreasonable. He just never expected to annoy Oliver.
Connor slid his bag off the counter and avoided Oliver’s eyes, “You’re right.” he shook his head, “I’ll finish my part. See you guys tomorrow.” he said as he headed out of the kitchen.
Tag: to read
After 13 days though…
Connor starts stripping in the hallway toward their apartment, leaving clothes in the hallway. Who the hell cares, they are just clothes. It’s been 13 days. He can finally have Oliver again.
And inside the apartment, Oliver is no less ready. He’s laid down rose petals and lit candles. There’s some smooth, sexy jazz on the stereo and wine chilling in the fridge. He’s got the condoms out and the lube, a few different sets in a few different locations just in case. He’s nervous like it’s the first time but he wants this so badly. He wants Connor.
So Oliver is standing naked just inside their doorway, feeling ridiculous. He should have worn pants, right? Pants are sexy, aren’t they? If they ride low? Is being naked too much? Is the music too much? What if he leans against the wall? What should he do with his hands?
He’s thinking about running and bailing on this whole thing but damn it, he still wants Connor. Being scared doesn’t change that.
Then the door opens and Connor’s there, his shirt a puddle behind him in the hallway. He looks at Oliver and those dark eyes somehow grow even darker.
“Ollie.”
And that’s it. Desire wins. By the time he has Connor in his arms, he can’t even remember why he was so nervous. This feels so right.
“It’s 9:30,” Connor announces into Oliver’s collarbone.
“9:32,” Oliver corrects.
Connor growls, “Waste of two minutes.”
They don’t quite make it to the bedroom. But later, Connor kisses him extra sweetly when he sees the rose petals.
“My boyfriend’s such a romantic,” Connor says, laughing, but that’s enough to get Oliver revved up again.
Connor catches on and says boyfriend several more times that night.
Coliver prompt! The 13 days expires but Connor is stuck at Annalise’s house working on a case so Oliver comes over and says he has some important technical info to tell Connor about the case they’re working on and drags him upstairs and they do it in a guest room or bathroom
Connor knows he’s got bags under his eyes; the last few days have been so stressful trying to resolve this damn case with the kids accused of killing their parents, especially since they just found out that the Dad had been having an affair with his son’s biological mother. Apparently Mom and Dad had hunted down the biological parents for their kid’s birthdays, and Dad had taken a liking to his child’s birth mom, which, somehow, the prosecution was spinning into a reason to for the kids to kill their parents. Something about destroyed marriages and anger and blah blah blah, Connor almost doesn’t even care anymore.
Spoilers for 2×01
It felt as surreal as the first time Connor spent the night over.
Oliver had decided early on the he wouldn’t let himself hope for much when it came to Connor. He respected Connor’s right to make his own choices, understood that Connor didn’t like the idea of traditional couples, and didn’t push for anything more since the morning Connor came to him for sex and Oliver accidentally called them a couple. Maybe it was his low self-esteem talking at the time, or his disbelief that someone like Connor could stick around for him, but Oliver never thought he’d actually see the day that Connor willingly called them a couple. Let alone Connor calling them a couple while moving his belongings into Oliver’s apartment, all of his own accord.
It was exhilarating. It was terrifying.
Oliver looked around his own apartment, trying to imagine how Connor’s stuff would look mixed with his. The boxes still sat by the apartment door, Connor having rushed off as soon as Annalise called him, but a few things caught Oliver’s eye as he looked at them; like the numerous textbooks adorning a huge box, the framed picture poking out of one of the boxes, a blanket in a horrifying shade of green, and some kind of sports equipment that Oliver couldn’t name to save his life.
Connor’s belongings seemed so harmless and unassuming sitting in cardboard boxes but Oliver knew that, sat among his own things, these objects had a completely different meaning. They meant that Oliver was starting a new life. A new life with one Connor Walsh -who was now Oliver’s live-in boyfriend. Oliver had the mad urge to giggle. He tamped it down and set to work on emptying the boxes for when Connor came back.
He decided that he’d sort out the obvious things first; books on shelves, framed photos on nightstands, ugly blanket in the closet, and leave the other stuff for when Connor came back so they could arrange it together.
Oliver worked slowly and with a small smile on his face. Despite everything that happened in the past few days, today felt like a great fresh start. He knew this didn’t change his diagnosis and that they still had a lot to worry about, but the ugly blanket held in his hand was Connor’s and it felt a lot like a small victory, and Oliver loved to revel in those.
As he emptied out boxes and made space for new things to be added to his shelves, Oliver mused that when Connor came over tonight he would be coming home. His smile widened to a full-on grin after that.
Okay but now imagine Connor ordering couples return address mailing labels and acting like he has no clue how they got there. And then like filling out change of address forms and mail forwarding forms at the office and someone sees and just. Yeah.
I LOVE THIS!!!
Connor swears he works with idiots. For all their talk about being ‘detail oriented’ and ‘noticing shit,’ the group of them can’t pick up on a hint when it’s thrown in their faces.
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He catches up with Wes one day at the bike rack in front of the law building and they head in to class together.
Connor rolls his shoulder a few times and lifts a hand to rub at a sore muscle there. “God. Moving’s a pain in the ass.” He sneaks a side glance over at Wes, who just nods once in agreement and keeps walking. His brow’s furrowed and his jaw’s tight. Is Wes even listening? Probably not.
Undeterred, Connor turns to Asher, who’s joined them on Connor’s other side. Rubbing his shoulder again to really hammer the point home, Connor says to Asher, “A third floor walkup doesn’t seem that bad until you’ve got to haul up law books.”
“Hear ya, bro,” Asher mumbles dismissively as he taps the screen of his phone.
Looking back and forth between them, Connor puzzles over how to ‘causally’ bring up his new living situation again but they’re at the lecture hall already. Before he can even think of saying anything else, Wes and Asher leave – without so much as a goodbye – to find their seats.
Whatever. He’ll just tell them later.
request: after oliver and connor’s talk in 02×01 and connor’s just gonna get himself off if oliver won’t do it…..
Connor bites his lip as he watches Oliver’s finger fly over the keyboard.
Oliver’s eyes haven’t moved from the screen since he picked up his laptop again. Connor’s not even sure if Oliver’s blinked. Complete and utter focus.
Not necessarily on the task at hand, however. More on ignoring Connor, fully naked, next to him on the couch.
Testing, Connor shifts a little closer and hears Oliver’s fingers stumble. Connor smiles as he scoots closer still. Sometimes Oliver makes it almost too easy.
“So,” Connor muses as he tucks in close to Oliver’s side. “Thirteen days, huh?”
Oliver nods but his eyes don’t move from the screen. “Yep.”
Do you have any recommendations for queer movies that end happily?
+ various additions:
Oh man, NOT ENOUGH.
I can rec these few that I’ve seen personally:
Imagine Me and You – LENA HEEEEAAADDDDEEEYYY
Guys and Balls – German comedy about a dude who puts together a gay football team to take on his hometown’s homophobic counterpart.
The Gymnast – It’s not a traditional “happy ever after” but it ends optimistically. Also AERIAL SILKS.
Shelter – I watched this with two girlfriends and we spent the entire movie fangirl flailing around in our PJs.
I Don’t Want to Go Back Alone (Portuguese: Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho) (on youtube here) – WATCH THIS IMMEDIATELY. It’s only about 20 minutes long but it’s disgustingly beautiful. They’re also filming a feature length version right now.
Hedwig and the Angry Inch – it’s a MUSICAL. A beautiful, beautiful musical!
The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert – If you haven’t seen this you need to look at your life and your choices.
Kinky Boots – Less sexuality, more gender identity and performance. I heart it so much.
And these two are next on my list (somebody come at me if I’m wrong about the happy ending thing):
Saving Face – A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations.
I love you Phillip Morris – A cop turns con man once he comes out of the closet. Once imprisoned, he meets the second love of his life, whom he’ll stop at nothing to be with. (EDIT: I have been told this does not end happily – DAMMIT!)
If anyone has any other additions to add to this list, PLEASE DO. I need ALL of the happy ending queer movies!
The Birdcage – I’ve seen this and it’s amazing. I’m offended with myself that I forgot to include it in my original list.
But I’m a Cheerleader – Ditto to the above
Mambo italiano – The son of Italian immigrants to Canada struggles to find the best way to reveal to his parents that he’s gay. (recced by anon)
Bedrooms and Hallways – At the suggestion of a straight friend, gay man Leo joins a men’s group, where he causes some upsets by declaring his attraction to one of its members. (recced by calliotrope)
In and Out – A midwestern teacher questions his sexuality after a former student makes a comment about him at the Academy Awards. (recced by teacakemix)
Were the World Mine – A bullied and demoralized gay student at an all-boys school uses a magical flower derived from Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ to turn many in his community gay, including a comely rugby player for himself. (recced by @starwilson)
Romeos – A drama centered on the relationship between a young man and a transsexual who is transitioning from female to male. (recced by waresy)
Touch of Pink – A gay Canadian living in London has his perfectly crafted life upset when his devoutly Muslim mother comes to visit. (recced by @deviousness-carter)
Weekend – After a drunken house party with his straight mates, Russell heads out to a gay club. Just before closing time he picks up Glen but what’s expected to be just a one-night stand becomes something else, something special. (recced by @haleswallows – “the ending isn’t an “happily ever after” but is good none-the-less“ )
I’d like to throw:
D.E.B.S -Spies and Criminals! Handcuffs! Fake Kidnappings! The movie also contains the line: “I didn’t even want to be a criminal I wanted to be a pirate!” Also it is wonderful and ends happily ever after. Honestly one of my favorite movies ever. Ignore the IMDB rating this movie is wonderful.
and
Make the Yuletide Gay About coming out to your family and make sense of the person you were and the person you are now. There are bunk beds and candy canes and Filthy jokes and a dad character who is stoned this entire film and joy to watch. The family stuff ends happily, the central gay male couple ends happily, you will end this movie feeling happy.
Maurice – a gay man in the Edwardian era struggles to come to terms with his sexuality.
Big Eden – after moving home to care for his ailing grandfather, a man finds love with the local storeowner (thanks to the ENTIRE TOWN’S matchmaking schemes.)
Private Romeo – Romeo and Juliet at all all-male military school. (Yes, it has a happy ending!)
Tipping the Velvet – a Victorian-era lesbian travels through London’s gay subculture.
Fire – a relationship begins between the a shopkeeper’s young wife and her older sister-in-law.
yesss
Happy Happy Day
Another installment of Addie!Verse
Connor accepted long ago that his days of sleeping in were long since past. Fatherhood and mornings spent lounging in bed just didn’t go hand-in-hand.
Between Christmases and birthdays, nightmares and thunderstorms, it’s a miracle if Addie let them make it to the alarm before bounding in their room – a riot of energy and sleep-mussed curls.
Most of the time he and Oliver gave her a little bit of a hard time; lightly teasing that ‘It’s so early, I’m not sure if the sun’s even up yet’ and the like, all of which she giggles off as she tugs at their quilt and pulls them downstairs with requests for waffles and orange juice and morning cartoons.
But today is different. Today neither of them will issue a single groan of complaint when Addie bursts in before the sun. Because today is not a normal day.
Today is Adoption Day.
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“Wake up!” Addie screams as she scrambles through their bedroom door with Waldo chasing in after.
She grips handfuls of the quilt as she scales the bed. A “Sorry, Papa” is given in passing as she knees Connor in the back, while climbing over him to plop herself between them both. The dog, however, rounds to the foot of the bed and makes it up in a single bound, landing solidly on Oliver’s shins just as Addie leans over to pry one of Oliver’s eyes open. “Wake up, Daddy. It’s today!”
Malec AU Best Friend’s Brother – the party scene :3
My medication is working very well so far, which allowed me to get this scene finally written. ^^ It is the continuation to this one and it is for jaceherondalesmango and as always for annlightwood and onmondaymorning as well. Hope you like it. 🙂
Magnus is Izzy’s best friend with a serious crush on her brother who he’s also friends with and at a party they attend together they decide to make out to find out if what might be between them, could go anywhere.
The original AU-post is here and the morning after happens here. Not edited.
“A kiss?”
“A kiss.”
“Just one?”
“Just one.”That was okay, right? No harm was done with just one kiss.
Magnus’ eyes glowed with the hectic lights from the living room. Countless specks of glitter blinked in his black hair which was loose this evening. So many lost stars in the darkness and Alec wanted to find them all.
“If it’s bad, we will never talk about it again …” Alec tasted the words in his tongue like sour drops. Magnus stayed silent. Green eyes caressing the lines of Alec’s face. At least that was what he wanted to be the case. “… and if it’s good … we won’t say anything either.”
Magnus’ eyebrows went up with surprise and maybe a bit confusion. Alec licked his lower lip and decided to ignore the way Magnus’ eyes flickered down for a heartbeat or less. There were words in his lips and he would loose them if he didn’t say them now. They would fall down on the floor, they would get trampled over by the blasting music.
“Whatever happens … we won’t tell anybody, we’ll keep this moment to ourselves and it will never belong to anybody else.”
Alec knew that Magnus shared everything with his sister, but right now he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to have something that was only between him and Magnus. He wanted a memory that belonged only to them, a part of Magnus that belonged only to him. Just one memory and Alec was wondering if he was already falling.“Okay.”
The air around them was warm. Alec felt the beer coursing through his veins. No, he wasn’t drunk. Alcohol seemed so harmless right now. Magnus took a step closer and Alec bit his lower lip. How could one heartbeat sound so loud? Maybe it always happened when a second one was added.
Magnus raised one hand. His fingertips lightly danced along the line of Alec’s jaw, a warm palm was pressed against his cheek. Alec was still holding the empty bottle. His hands were frozen in place, his lips were tingling with anticipation. He felt guilty for not moving in himself, but part oft he truth was that it had been so long since he’s last been kissed instead of kissing somebody.“One kiss,” Magnus whispered against his lips. Alec’s eyelids fluttered shut. He wanted to drown, he was about to do exactly that. He could feel the depth tugging at his bones, calling him.
“One kiss.”
Their lips met, but it wasn’t that kind of awkward first meeting with the exchange of names and firm handshakes. It was the first hug in a long friendship, the first one that really counted.
It was over too soon and had lasted too long at the same time. Too long to stay unnoticed. Alec let go of the empty bottle. The ‘clang’ of the glass hitting the ground without shattering bounced off his skin. got drowned by the warmth between them. This time Alec moved in, moved closer.The second kiss. There was no harm in two kisses, right? Nothing wrong with wanting to taste again. Humans were greedy creatures after all. Magnus’ lips welcomed him, soft, but with a firm pressure, with a clear intent, giving Alec something to lean against. They moved in fluid motions with each other, understanding the other on a new level. Magnus’ hands moved from cupping Alec’s face to combing through his unruly hair. The warm palm that had been setting Alec’s cheek on fire came to rest on the back of if his neck, keeping him close. He wouldn’t have moved a step away, but it was nice being held close like this.
The second kiss turned into the third one. Magnus’ fingertips traced little circles, short lines on Alec’s scalp. He leaned into the touch, groaning with pleasure because god, that felt good.
The fourth kiss. Alec’s hands on Magnus’ hips, his back, on bare skin beneath the fabric of his shirt. He nipped at Magnus’ lower lip at the same moment Magnus dared to trace Alec’s upper lip with the tip of his tongue. They kissed each other breathless, stealing little gasps right from the other’s lips, drinking soft moans. This only existed between them, nothing escaped to get into the reach of somebody else who didn’t understand what was happening anyway.
Fifth, sixth, seventh … who cared about numbers? Their meaning became dull, distant, unimportant.
When their tongues met, they pulled apart, slowly, without any haste, but they stayed close, their fingertips still tasting each other’s skin. The sound of the music came back to Alec, but he didn’t want to listen. His heartbeat vibrated right beneath his skin. He wanted to keep drowning. He didn’t want to open his eyes, but Magnus’ thumb on his cheekbone was a silent request.
Blue eyes met green ones. A question was asked. An answer was given. A promise was made.Alec’s fingers drew lazy circles between Magnus’ shoulder blades. The heat between them drew their lips back against each other. Another kiss. A million words stolen. Their tongues met again, teased each other, got to know each other. Alec’s fingernails dug into Magnus’ back, drawing a gasp from the other’s lips that tasted like stars. Magnus’ fingers slightly pulled at Alec’s inky strands. A new urgency was born between them, setting their lips on fire in the best possible way, consuming them both, consuming them whole.
When Magnus whispered that they should get home, Alec noticed absent-mindedly that the living room was barely filled with people anymore. What time was it? Who cared? Magnus brushed his thumb across Alec’s lips, he pressed a soft kiss against the fingertip, letting his tongue slip out to taste the other’s skin one last time. He didn’t want to go, at least not to part on his doorstep. But he knew he had to say “Yes.”
So he did because their moment was over.
One kiss. It killed Romeo. It woke Sleeping Beauty.
Connor’s staying over for the first time. They’ve had sex before, but tonight’s the night he decides to sleep here too.
He’s naked, ever ready for a round two, when Oliver turns off the light on the nightstand.
“I don’t cuddle,” Connor says before Oliver can even think to roll over and scoop him up. “You stay there and I’ll stay here, and we’ll sleep. Unless you’d rather…” He waggles his eyebrows in the dark.
Even though he couldn’t have possibly seen, Oliver still groans. “Goodnight, Connor.”
Smiling, Connor closes his eyes and thinks of sleep. His smile fades quickly. It’s cold in here. Oliver snores.
Connor rolls over, facing him. Oliver’s hand lays between them on the mattress. Totally on Connor’s side.
Connor pokes him. “Hey.”
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