I tried. I really did. I am so sorry it took me ten years to write.
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“Why is it always after the break up?” Connor murmurs bitterly.
The body he is spooning is hot and slick under the thick duvet, and Connor feels a wave of nausea hit him. He barely makes it in time to the washroom to throw up the fancy dinner he’d indulged in, before treating himself to a special desert to make him forget about the fuck up between Oliver and Pax.
Julian, or whatever his name is, doesn’t even wake up.
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Becoming Sean Elliot
Summary: Connor knew four things. One, this was the Keating Five’s first case,
and they were about to lose. Two, Connor found out that the tech’s name
was Oliver. Three, he saw that Oliver’s soulmate was called Sean Elliot.
Four, Connor knew that he had terrible morals, his friends had
terrible morals, and they would all be delighted if Connor cheated
Oliver into believing he was his soulmate. Well, it worked a bit too
well.A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SAMMY BABY!!! sammyinhalloweentown
It’s third period Biology and they really should be paying attention. But Connor had fluttered his eyelashes and asked, “Just a quick kiss?” and okay, they were in the back of the room, a quick kiss wasn’t impossible.
Or maybe it was. Because the instant Connor’s lips touched Oliver‘s, Oliver’s fingers twitched to reach out and run through Connor’s hair. Connor’s mouth has always been electric and hot and they should be paying attention but holy crap Connor’s tongue is licking Oliver’s and this right here is the only Biology Oliver feels like studying.
The teacher coughs. Then coughs again, louder.
In the back of his mind, Oliver hears her, but even the embarrassment of being caught can’t get him to pull away from this kiss one second faster than necessary.
Connor smiles against his lips. “How do you always do that?”
“Do what?” Oliver whispers, not wanting their teacher to hear. She’s busy filling out detention slips anyway.
“Take my breath away.”
It’s a line, and a bad one, but Connor’s blushing a little as he says it, almost like he means it. So Oliver’s heart picks up pace and he dares hope, at least until the bell rings.
Prompt fill from this single parent AU list: “I asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again.”
As soon as the elevator doors open and Sophie see their across-the-hall neighbor at his front door, she is off down the hall at a happy sprint. “Mr. Connor! Mr. Connor!”
“Walk, please!” Oliver calls out after her. He follows at a more moderate pace, carrying their groceries.
Connor smiles slips the phone he was messing with in his pocket as Sophie approaches. “Hey bub.” He holds out a hand for her to high-five but pulls it back at the last minute so Sophie’s hand swipes through nothing but air. “Oh! Too slow.”
“No fair!” She cries with a little stomp of her foot and Connor holds out his hand again. This time she winds her arm up and hits his with all her might.
“Ow! You got me,” Connor says as he makes a show of shaking out his hand and Sophie giggles in delight. Connor and Oliver exchange pleasant smiles and nods when Oliver stops in front of their door, digging in his pockets for the keys.
“You wanna see what I got at the library?” Sophie asks up at Connor. Not waiting for his response, she sits down in the middle of the hallway and starts pulling books out of her backpack. “I got Fancy Nancy and Pigeon and Knuffle Bunny and this one’s about giraffes. Have you ever seen a giraffe?”
For tossmymagicgoldenhair because I use my writing as incentive for my friends to get their work done. Welp. Here’s to finishing your French project! You asked for some sick!Connor and fluff, so I hope this fulfills your needs! xx P.S. I haven’t edited yet. I was so excited about posting it that I didn’t go through. So I apologize for any mistakes!
With the crisp chilly weather came many nights of snuggling
on the couch, bundled in blankets, and two cups of scorching hot coffee or
cocoa—depending on the mood. Blissful evening walks, striding along the
pavement as two glove covered hands held each other desperately. In theory,
cold weather was great. It gave Connor even more of an excuse to be
cuddly—cuddlier than he already was if that were even possible. And Oliver
totally caught onto it. But he wouldn’t say anything. Just happily accepted the
little bundle that was Connor latching onto him just a bit tighter during the
nippy nights, or standing much closer than needed for extra warmth whenever
they were outside. In theory, it was perfect and dreamy.But
unfortunately, the cold weather also brought with it colds. Sniffles, itchy
throats, red noses, hot faces, aching bellies, and all around feelings of gloom
and discomfort. Piles of used tissues littering the floor. Hundreds upon
hundreds of cough drop wrappers accumulating in bags. And not to mention the
countless hours of sleep to be lost from the incessant hacking and coughing,
nearly bursting a lung. Cold weather was supposed to bring warm, happy, fuzzy
feelings. But all Connor was feeling, was like a piece of garbage. In reality,
it was nothing but a time of festering pesky illnesses.Connor
lay on the couch in Oliver’s apartment, wrapped up in a tight blanket burrito.
Thick, dark circles lined his eyes, emphasizing just how little sleep he had
been getting the last few nights. His throat was raw, making his voice scratchy
and horrifically raspy. Sometimes a bit of a raspy voice was a good thing. Like
when he and Oliver were kissing for so long—or doing other things like moaning
and crying out in pleasure—where their voices became raspy. That was hot. This? Not so much. He was
on the border of losing his voice—and his sanity if he were being honest with
himself. He couldn’t have picked a worse time to get sick, right before finals.
When he needed more than anything to have his wits and brains, but couldn’t
even think properly because his brain felt like mush.So
here he was, sniffling every other breath to keep any snots from dribbling out
his nose, lips parted allowing him to breath without the struggle of a clogged
nose, and eyes so red and bloodshot he looked like he either hadn’t slept in a
week, or was high off his ass. And at a first glance, Oliver was worried it was
the latter. But only for a second. Because then he remembered that Connor
didn’t actually have a drug problem, and that it was all just a lie to cover
something much bigger and darker than Oliver would have ever imagined. It
didn’t push him away though. When Connor had broke down and told him, it made
their relationship stronger. Yes, relationship.
Now that everything was out in the open, there was nothing to worry about.
Everything was as it should be. And while Oliver wasn’t thrilled with the lie,
he was just glad that Connor was okay. From there, he pledged that he would
always take care of Connor. Which especially came in handy for times like this.
The chime from the desktop speakers pulls Connor out of the complicated brief. He’s read the thing so many times he’s going crosseyed.
Glancing at the screen, Connor swears under his breath and digs under piles of papers for the mouse. It’s Oliver calling and a quick peek at the desktop time as he accepts the call confirms Connor’s fear – he’s late. Horribly late. Unforgivably late.
Connor had promised this morning he was going to be home by dinner but things at the office just came up and he couldn’t break away. Things always seem to be coming up lately. He supposes that’s what happens when you’re up for partner.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I got caught up.” He’s tripping over himself to apologize when Oliver’s face pops up on the screen. Connor only sees it out of the corner of his eye, too focused on searching the floor near his feet for his briefcase to shove some of this work into. There’s still so much to do before tomorrow’s meeting.
Back at the house, he can just bunk out in the office while Oliver sleeps – all warm and cozy – in their bed down the hall. It’s certainly not perfect but at least he’ll get to fall in bed next to Oliver once his second round of caffeine wears off. That is, if he doesn’t fall asleep at his desk. Again.
“I know I promised I’d be home sooner it’s just -”
“Connor, stop talking,” Oliver cuts him off but the tone is gentler than Connor expected. He’s gotten a few of these late night calls before; Oliver doesn’t normally sound so giddy. “Just stop. We want to show you something.”
That stops Connor in his search for the missing briefcase and he looks at the screen. There, in 27-inch 5k Retina display, are his husband and their seven-month old, Jack.
Connor doesn’t do boyfriends. He never has. And even with Oliver, that doesn’t change.
Actually, they kind of skip that step. One day they’re sitting together talking about what they are to each other, when Oliver slips, “Well, I love you,” then covers his mouth and turns bright red. “I didn’t – Pretend I didn’t say that.”
Love is a scary, terrifying thing. Or, at least, it should be. It was, with anyone and everyone but Oliver.
So, “No,” Connor says. When Oliver starts to pale, Connor presses on fast. “I love you, too.” He’s surprised how easy it is to say. How right it feels.
Boyfriends doesn’t seem like enough after that. They live together. They love each other.
“How about partners?” Connor suggests.
Okay, Coliver College AU in which Oliver works part-time at McDonalds and Connor always comes in at like 3am eating just a bunch of fast food during exam season.
I mean I wanted to write you a funny one paragraph thing ‘cause you’re awesome and I love your headcanons, but instead it spiraled into a full-blown crack ficlet?! I’m sorry and enjoy??
Oliver has developed a habit of waiting for the cute, messy haired, college boy that came in every night at precisely 3AM.
It all started about two weeks ago, right around the time deadlines for assignments rolled in and most classes started wrapping up with quizzes. It didn’t take Oliver long to figure out that the guy, like Oliver himself, was a college student braving out the end of term with fast food and late night studying. Unlike Oliver, however, the stranger stood at the other side of the counter which was really unfortunate since it limited their interaction to the guy ordering and Oliver offering him awkward smiles. All in all it remained the highlight of Oliver’s part-time job and gave him something to look forward to.
Like every other night the younger man walked in around 3 in the morning, dragging his feet and with dark circles under his eyes but still managing to look like gorgeousness personified. It both impressed and irritated Oliver.
“Hello,” Oliver greeted, instead of saying the usual ‘Welcome to McDonalds!’ they were instructed to use. “What’s it going to be tonight?”
ok idk if you got my ask but I saw your post about asks not getting delivered but leGALLY BLONDE COLIVER AU?!?
like either the musical or the movie but I like the musical better cause lbb ❤
Oh my gosh Sweet Nonny! I LOVE IT!!
(Also, I thought I was the only one in the world who preferred the musical to the movie!)Author’s note: This is not the entire story. That would be a little long and I am the WORST at updating multi-chapter fics.
(Honestly, the worst. I’m so sorry you guys). So this is just a quick scene. It’s my take of the scene in the film after stupid Prof. Callahan hits on Elle and she tells Emmett she’s quitting in the lobby.
The elevator dings as the doors open on the ground floor and Connor rushes out.
He only needs to make it across the lobby, across the lobby and down a few blocks to his car. It’s five minutes tops. Maybe he can get there in three if he runs.
Connor flashes back to Sam’s hand creeping up his thigh and the look of disgust on Michaela’s face as she confronted him in the hall. He hitches the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder and quickens his step as his chest tightens and his stomach clenches. Maybe he can make it in less than three.
He is almost at the doors, freedom within grasp, when the lobby doors burst open and Laurel, Bonnie, and Oliver walk in.
“Walsh. Where are you rushing off to?” Bonnie asks, her tone more curious than accusatory. “Sam told us to come back here after the dinner. Said he needed all hands on deck tonight for the Stangard case.”
“Yeah, ah—” Connor runs a hand through his hair, desperate to think of a good lie but his mind is racing in a thousand directions. Where is the pretty boy with the quick wit when he needs him? “Frank sent me out. Food run.”
“Okay,” Bonnie says slowly. It’s clear she doesn’t believe him but, thank God, she doesn’t press either. “If it’s Chinese, get me a couple egg rolls.”
“You got it.” Connor gives a mocking salute and, just like he intended, she dismisses him with a turn on her heel. He turns to head out the doors and has a hand on the handle when Oliver’s voice stops him in his tracks.
“Hey, Connor. Wait a second.” Oliver hands off a file box to Laurel with a soft thanks and jogs over to Connor. “I’ll walk with you. Been stuck inside all day.”
Connor hesitates a little but buckles under Oliver’s smile. “Okay. Sure.”
Despite it being early May, the wind bites as they exit the building. Oliver turns up the collar of his coat and Connor tugs his suit jacket tighter around him. He wore a light jacket in this morning but, in his haste to get out, he left it upstairs.
Oliver lets the silence hang between them for a block, until they are out of sight of the office building, when he pulls up short on the corner. Even though part of him protests – he can’t break down out here in the open, anyone could see – Connor stops too.
“What’s going on?” Oliver asks, concern in his eyes.
Please :) I just woke up from a 6 month coma and I don’t remember anything about the past 5 years but that’s kind of okay because as a trade-off this gorgeous stranger sitting at my bedside is saying he’s my husband
I’m sorry for how long this took me and for being MIA for the past few weeks, I’ve been really sick and I’m only just getting back on my feet now. Also this turned out way more serious/angstier than I intended. Oops?
Disclaimer: I’ve never had amnesia nor do I know anyone who ever did, so everything about the medical procedures here comes from TV shows and movies. Enjoy and thanks for the prompt!
Oliver wakes up with a throbbing pain behind his forehead.
He isn’t sure where he is, why the lights are so bright or
when he fell asleep –but the distinct smell of antiseptics doesn’t reassure
him. He knows for a fact that he hasn’t been drinking last night, and even if
he has then he wouldn’t have left home and ended up at a hospital because that’s definitely where he is.
There’s the sound of a machine somewhere behind him, the glare of fluorescent
lights above his head, and -most shocking of all- a stranger’s hand clasped in
his against the bed sheets. Oliver squints in confusion at the stranger asleep
in the chair next to his bed, hesitates a second, and then starts to retract
his hand slowly.Except that, as luck would have it, the movement jostles the
other man and he wakes up anyway. Great.The stranger stares in what looks like shock, his eyes wide
and quickly welling up with tears. Oliver would apologize or ask what he did
wrong, except that he’s slowly becoming aware of how much his dry throat hurts
and how the words won’t come even if he wanted them to. He moves his lips
soundlessly a few times and it seems to kick start something in the other man’s
brain; because in a blink he’s scrambling for the door and calling out to the
nurses.The next few seconds are a blur of moving bodies and beeping
machines, the stranger from Oliver’s bedside hovers close and has a look of
such pure pain on his face that Oliver feels like hugging him. The man tries to
smile at Oliver more than once but it falls flat with how worried he looks.
Oliver appreciates the effort all the same.Still, he wonders; what the hell is going on?!
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