“Da-Da!”
Connor can’t breathe. He can’t think. Heart warm, he can only stare at this tiny human holding his arms out for Connor. Pride swells, and happiness too. Little Max only mumbled and garbled before. If now he’d say ‘Conn’ah’ again, everything would be perfect.
Connor glances behind him, expecting Oliver to be right there. He’s the Da-Da, after all. As much as Connor wishes for more more, right now he’s just Da-Da’s best friend. But Oliver’s standing on the other side of the couch.
Wait. Max is calling him Da-da?
Tears well in Oliver’s eyes and Connor stops feeling like the best guy in the world and starts feeling like the worst.
“Oh, Oliver,” Connor starts, standing. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why he’s -”
“It’s alright, Connor.” He doesn’t sound mad, but Oliver’s always been too understanding. Especially with him.
“It isn’t. He shouldn’t be… It’s you he should…”
Oliver comes around the couch. “It’s really okay.”
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prompt: single parent au! we are friends and my child’s first word was your name and im jealous but also kind of endeared
“Conn..ah!”
Oliver tries not to frown as he points at himself. “No, no. Da-Da!”
Baby Max smiles and giggles. He bounces up and down in his high-chair, waving his arms enthusiastically. “Conn’ah! Conn’ah!”
“Connor isn’t here right now, Max. It’s just Da-Da,” Oliver tries, but his son doesn’t hear him, too busy chanting again and again, “Conn’ah!”
And, alright, maybe it’s a little cute that the name of Oliver’s best friend is the first word Max has ever said, but it’s also infuriating. After all, Connor isn’t the one over here changing the poopy diapers – well, okay, sometimes he is, but not as often as Oliver.
“Conn’ah! Conn’ah!”
Oliver side-eyes his young son, so excited by his first word, that he can’t stay jealous for long. Connor is over a lot. And he is really good with Max. In fact, if Connor knew what was happening right now, he’d probably blush and laugh and look like he did when they were teenagers.
“Yes, Connor! You want we should call him?” Oliver says, smiling wide.
Max laughs. “Conn’ah!”
Oliver picks up his phone. He dials Connor’s number. Before Connor even says hello, Oliver says, “You have to come over.”
“Oliver? Is everything okay?”
Oliver turns on speaker and holds out the phone.
“Conn’ah!” Max shouts, holding his arms out toward Oliver and his phone.
There’s silence in the line, before Connor breathes out, “Was that… Did he just…”
“Get over here,” Oliver says.
Twenty minutes later, Oliver opens the door to a well-dressed Connor in a suit and tie, and his breath catches. Connor is always gorgeous, but those suits fit him well. Not for the first time, Oliver wishes he had the courage to say any of that aloud.
“I left early. Did I miss it? Is he still saying it?” Connor asks, rushing into the apartment.
Oliver laughs at the excited, nervous smile on Connor’s face. “He said it just a minute ago. Go on, he’ll be excited to see you.”
Little Max is sitting on the floor, playing with bricks. Connor hurries and kneels at his side.
“Hey little Max Max,” Connor says.
Max lifts his eyes from the blocks, stares right in Connor’s face, and says, “Da-Da!”
prompt: Asher meets Oliver. Connor is sort of not prepared for this.
Connor is just about to wrap his arm around Oliver’s waist and pull him far far away from this place when the inevitable catastrophe occurs.
”Connor, dude! What are you doing out in the sunshine when there’s an exam in three days and your ass has no trophy?”
“Asher,” he sighs, trying to find an exit strategy, “what’s up?”
“Fajita happy hour that’s what’s up! Who’s this?”
Oliver clears his throat and offers Asher his hand along with one of his perfect shy smiles, “Oliver Hampton.”
“No way,” Asher makes those wide eyes like he’s just spotted a celebrity in a see-through tank top, “the hacker? It’s a literal honor dude, you have no idea. One day all of a sudden this one stops with the “I’ve got six dudes on my dick” and starts with the “Oliver Oliver Oliver” seriously man it’s driving us up a wall. It’s so good to meet you!”
“Connor talks a lot about you too,” Oliver says, his smile more mischievous than confident, “what he doesn’t tell me about is his exam schedule. Should he be studying”
“OH YEAH,” Asher makes a mockingly pitying face at Connor, “can’t believe he’s braving time away from his books.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Connor cuts in.
“Maybe you should take your lunch to go,” Asher advises, “and Oliver and me can do some catching up. Don’t think I don’t know you all went drinking without me because you’re all jelly trash. But it’s okay because I love you guys anyway.”
“Asher really-”
“No you know what,” Oliver’s face is all mischief now and oh he’s going to pay for this later, he is -somehow, “that sounds like a great idea.”
(okay so my headcanon is that a few nights after this cuteness connor is like in the pits and goes drinking with asher and tells him everything like the whole twisted love story sans the murder but including ollie being sick and then you just have two drunk sobbing 23 year olds who have Criminal Law finals in the morning)
can you please please do the “you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “i’ll go” i feel like we might as well be married” prompt? thank you!!
Oliver startles awake to his baby’s cry. The bedside clock reads three am in bright red block numbers. Oliver sighs deeply. He can’t remember the last time he slept soundly. Probably not since he brought little Lily home from the hospital. Definitely not since his ex-husband left him three days later.
“Don’t act like you don’t have a thing for Walsh.”
“That was years ago.”
“Then why is he calling you?”
“He’s a friend. He’s allowed to call.”
“Why did you even marry me, Oliver? And you brought a child into this.”
“Lily is our child.”
“No. She isn’t.”
Honestly, Oliver wasn’t that sad to see to him go. Worse, was that he had been right. Oliver isn’t sure why he bothered to marry him. Well, alright, he had some idea. His ex had been a rebound. Oliver finally wanted to be with someone who wouldn’t leave him. Someone who wouldn’t cheat. Someone who wanted a family.
Oliver had been wrong on all three counts.
He rolls up in bed, feet touching the floor, when footsteps sound down the hall, coming closer.
“Don’t worry, Ollie,” says Connor Walsh standing in his bedroom doorway. “I got this.” Then he disappears down the hall toward Lily’s room.
Situation: Connor and Oliver break up and Connor desperately wants them to get back together?
“It doesn’t feel right
anymore,” Oliver said and buried his face deep into his pillow.“We will get through
this together.” Connor is trying to comfort him. But isn’t that what he has always
done. Comfort Oliver. He always try to make everything okay between them, he
don’t want to lose the only person he can reply on. They have already been
through enough and they will get through it together too.“How? How do you
expect me to get back to being normal? It’s just not worth the try anymore
Connor.” Oliver stood up and went straight to kitchen. He doesn’t want Connor
to see him cry anymore.“There has to be some
kind of a mistake-”“There is not. I asked
them to recheck thrice. They can’t be wrong about it three times.”“There has to be a
cure. Is there? I don’t know much about it.” Connor is out of ideas. He is
sitting on the same spot as when he found out that Oliver is tested HIV
positive. It has been a week but all they talk about is the tests. It’s like
nothing else matter anymore.Oliver is in a plane
white shirt and his blue pyjama. He has been wearing this from last 3 days. He hasn’t
taken a bath, had breakfast or proper lunch in 3 days. Connor can’t be with him
all time because of the college but he makes sure that Oliver have proper
dinner. Connor has asked to stay with him, to move in together but Oliver keeps
rejecting the idea.“You know what I think,”
Connor stood up and walks towards Oliver.Oliver still find
Connor breathtaking even when Connor is wearing something as simple as a black
t-shirt and a denim jeans. “What?”“I should stay here. I
am here all the time. I should just move in here with you.”“And you know what I think?”
Oliver knows what needs to be done now.“What?” Connor can
sense hesitation in his voice.“We should just part
ways.” Oliver turned around to grab a bottle of water.“What?” Connor doesn’t
believe he heard him right. He walks up to Oliver and put the bottle back on
the counter.“You want to break up
with me?”“It’s for the best you
know.” Oliver walks away from Connor. He can’t face him. Facing him means
looking at his face and he can’t do that. That face makes him do things which
he shouldn’t like get in a relationship with him. He knows it’s for the best,
this is what they should do.“It was good as long
as it lasted but I don’t think we can take this on anyone.”“What are you even
talking about?” Connor can not wrap his head around the idea that he can’t be
with Oliver anymore. He remembers the time they were on a break because Oliver
found out that Connor was with someone else, it was difficult for him. Connor
was almost broken. He had no one. No one to go to, no one to talk to, no one to
eat with, no one to laugh with and no one to make love with. He don’t want to
feel that way again anymore.“Look at you Connor,” Oliver
said looked at Connor. He took a deep breath and avoided eye contact. “You are
23 and I am 30. You can do so much better. You are good looking and smart and
there is a whole world out there for you. You are the kind of guy who can get
any guy he wants. You drive guys and girls go crazy. Connor you are so much
better without me. I am just a nerd who knows computers. I am not good looking
or have a fierce body and I am a bad cook. I don’t have any talents and the
first time I got on with you was because I was scared that you will go with
that bald guy who gave you the look. Connor try and understand, you are hot and
happening and I am just lousy and I,” He waited for a second before continuing,
“I can’t do stuff anymore, I can’t be with anyone anymore, I can’t live life
like I want anymore. I am miserable, I am vulnerable. I can’t make love. I can’t
make you feel the way I used to. We can’t live like this, we don’t have a future,
we… we can’t have a family.”Connor need to say
something but he can’t. It’s like he is incapable of speaking all of a sudden.
He can’t believe Oliver thinks this way. It’s reasonable to feel this way but
they have been together for long now and they have been through a lot together.“Say something,”
Oliver almost whispered “Please.”“You want me to say
something,” Connor said with a strong tone. He knows that he need to believe
all his words to make Oliver believe them too, isn’t that what he learned in
his Law School. “Fine so here you go.” With every word he inched closer to Oliver.
“I may be a bit too young for you but I don’t care about that. Since when did
we start caring about how old we are? We are all gonna die anyways. Oliver I would
have never been after you if I didn’t find you good looking. Yes, you are not
the best-looking guy in the obvious way but have you see yourself smile? Ever? It’s
breathtaking. It’s reassuring, it’s… it’s innocent. If you think that I am the
kind of guy who can get whoever he wants then why am I having so much trouble
getting you? ” Connor was close enough to take Oliver into his arms and he was
tempted to do that but he held out his hand and took Oliver’s hand into them.“I love cooking and I never
asked you to cook. You make amazing coffee and that’s all that matters to me.
Oliver I know it will be hard for me to not get into your pants every time I look
at you but I am willing to stay this way if I can just cuddle with you at
times. If I can kiss you and hold you and I can be with you on that sofa and
watch a stupid movie. If I can just sit with you while you hack on those
companies sties and if I can just admire you reading your book. I want to be
here with you, for you.” Connor looked at Oliver’s eyes. He can sense fear but
he is scared too.Connor placed his
right hand on Oliver’s neck and Oliver shivered. They both look at each other
and smiled.“And babe if you think
we can’t have a family then, my love, we are gays, we have to adopt, we can’t
just have babies like other people do.”“That is not what I meant,”
Oliver said and laughed.Connor leaned in to
kiss Oliver and after hesitating for a second Oliver realized that there is no
backing away now. This is what Connor wants and this is what he has always
wanted. The two of them together.
Hey! Mould you write something medieval where Connor is this high and mighty King dude of a huge freaking kingdom and Oliver is this peasant who’s kind of in trouble with the law? Thanks. Love your work btw 👌🏽👌🏽
Hi Love!! Okay, so this kind of got away from the prompt
a littlea lot (SORRY!!). I don’t know if it’s really what you wanted. 😦 Hope you still enjoy Nonny. Thank you for the prompt and your kind words!!! xoxo -JulesConnor shifts in his throne and gives his advisor, Wes, a withering glance. “How many more?”
He hates judgment days. Having so many humble peasants brought before him in chains – many over minor offenses – waiting for him to hand out punishments angers and frustrates him.
Wes glances up, to watch the guard bring in the latest offender. Not for the first time today, Connor is thankful that Wes is with him today. He does not voice objection when Connor lets most of these ‘criminals’ walk free; the same cannot be said for all the members of the high council.
“I do believe this is the last prisoner for the day, Your Majesty,” Wes informs him.
Connor opens his mouth to respond with some pithy remark when he glances up to get a good look at the prisoner. It’s – but it can’t be. “You!”
“Why, hello, Your Majesty,” the prisoner greets with a small smile.
“You’re supposed to kneel,’” the guard says, taking a spear and striking it against the back of the prisoner’s knees.
The prisoner falls down hard, his knees hitting the stone floor with a resounding crack, then topples over to slam down hard on his side. His arms, bound in shackles behind his back, are unable to brace him for the fall.
“Good to know,” the prisoner mumbles, trying to push himself back up using his shoulder.
“Leave us!” Connor commands, rising from his throne and walking swiftly down the dais.
“Your Majesty!” Lord Wes objects.
“Leave us!” Connor yells, the shout echoing off the vaulted ceiling and carved rafters of the throne room.
He reaches out to yank the key ring from the guard’s belt before shoving the man away. Connor watches the guard marching quickly away and the massive door is pulled shut after the guard walks out. Connor glances over his shoulder to verify Wes disappeared through one of the side doors before dropping down to his knees.
He reaches over to gently pull the other man up and into his embrace. Connor brushes the think tangle of hair out of his eyes with gentle fingertips. “Oli – Oliver?”
This is part two of the Oliver’s a single parent AU. Part one here.
As they near their apartment doors, Connor slips a hand in his jacket pocket to mess with his keys and wonders if he did something wrong.
Oliver hasn’t said a word since they left the restaurant. He didn’t even move to change the radio station when Connor switched it to a heavy metal station as a joke.
They’d talked about music at dinner and found they had similar likes and dislikes. Connor had done it so he would get to see Oliver smile and roll his eyes when he reached over to change it but Oliver just sat there, stoically navigating the evening traffic as he drove them home.
Okay, so Connor can concede that maybe it wasn’t the funniest joke in the world but, even still, the silent treatment seems a little extreme.
Should he apologize? I’m sorry I thought I would try to be funny. I didn’t know you were so passionate about metal.
The half-assed apology is on the tip of his tongue as they pause in front of their apartment doors and Oliver lets out a choked laugh.
Keys in hand, poised to open his door, Connor turns. “What?” Oliver gives another laugh and Connor smiles, despite not picking up on the joke. “What is it?”
Oliver holds a hand over his mouth to keep another peal of nervous laughter at bay and rubs his jaw. “It’s just—which apartment are we going to go to?” Oliver asks, gesturing to their respective apartments across the hall from each other.
This was from a prompt I saw a while back but I can’t find it. The prompt was about imagining your OTPs windows being opposite one another and them seeing one another each night as they can’t sleep.
Oliver had been laying in bed for the last fifteen minutes, wide awake. He had tried reading but he only found himself feeling more awake rather than wanting to drift off to sleep. He was one of those people that didn’t get drowsy while reading but got excited and wanted to just keep turning the pages to find out what would happen next. It made his imagination come to life thus not being a very good remedy for sleep.
So…a couple people asked for a ficlet about the tags I left here….
Oliver bolts upright after reading the text.
Connor looks up at him with a quizzical look, still slouched down in the couch, holding a handful of popcorn in midair.
“What’s up?” he asks, slowly bringing the popcorn to his mouth. Everything had been fine two seconds ago, quiet night in watching a movie, then Oliver’s phone buzzed and he shot up like a light. Now Oliver was chewing his thumbnail and staring at his phone.
“My mom texted,” Oliver says.
“Okay.” Connor waits a beat but Oliver just keeps staring at his phone. “What’d she say?”
“She wants a picture.” Oliver’s response is short and curt.
Connor waits another beat before prompting again. “A picture of—?”
“You!” Oliver practically shouts. He turns the phone around and shoves it down in Connor’s face. “She wants a picture of you.”
It’s the middle of the night and Connor really has to pee. The only problem is he’s tangled up in blankets and his octopus boyfriends limbs. It takes a good five minutes to maneuver himself to the edge of the bed without waking Oliver – he’s considerate, damn it. Plus it’s his fault Oliver’s so worn out.
So he finally gets to the edge of the bed and his feet are on the floor. All he has to do is move Oliver’s hand from his wrist to the mattress – when that hand retracts all on it’s own. It snaps back like Connor burned him.
Connor glances at Oliver’s face just in time to see Oliver close his eyes.
“Oliver?”
“Just pretend I’m asleep,” Oliver says, and there’s something really off about his voice. Like, it’s groggy, sure, but under that… He sounds almost sad.
“Um.” Connor thinks hard, but it’s three in the morning and he has to pee. He has no idea why Oliver would be upset about that. “Why?”
“I won’t make it awkward, I promise. Just pretend I’m asleep and…” His voice breaks. “I mean… Come back, won’t you? This isn’t goodbye forever, right? You wouldn’t just leave and never come back, would you? Oh crap, I’m making this awkward, aren’t I?” He curls up, arms tight against his chest, and buries down deep in the blankets. His eyes screw shut and he won’t look at Connor, even when Connor puts a hand on his shoulder.
“What are you talking about?” Connor’s heart races. He doesn’t really understand what Oliver’s thinking right now – what he did – but he wants to know so he can fix it. “Oliver?”
Oliver sniffles and Connor’s heart twists.
“You’re leaving.”
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