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Drawing stoopid boys hours are back 😔

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I hope u guys are safe and washing ur hands

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Mafia au?

My hands are twitching and my heart's screaming conkus.

Would anyone want a quick mafia!au ficlet staring our two boys? Ya'll can even suggest what's gunna happen because lord knows I have so much going on my head. I'd really love it if ya'll suggested something that connects to the last mafia ficlet I posted! Maybe I can post a chapter by tomorrow or something.

Loooove you guys 💙💛

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hi!! good to see you back and happy late bday!! :) Uhh i don't think you missed anything unless you werent for the new reed900 ship that came out of nowhere,,,,but v vaild nevertheless,,,anyway connor and markus also got married so theres that,,

Awww thanks, my dear anon!!! I appreciate you and how you care about my procrastinating self huhuhu!! Hope you have a lovely day 💛💙💛💙

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OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR CAME BACK. PRAISE THE SUN. 😮😃🤣 (And seriously: I am so happy you are alive. 😃 I hope life will get easier and I wish you the best because you're the best. And honestly, yes! We care! 😚 Have a wonderful day. 😊)

Ahhhhhh thank you so much you kind and beautiful anon,,,, i hope you see puppies and bask in the daylight

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Hello!

Hi there! Ya'll remember me?

Man, it's been so long since i've written anything on here! Can't believe it's been more than a year since this all started and abruptly ended! For that, I offer all of my readers my sincerest apologies. School caught up to me and this freshly sixteen potato has had a lot on the plate. I'm not quite sure if I'll be writing again or if anyone would really care about me writing again, but I've simply felt so guilty about abandoning this blog for ages that I couldn't even open my tumblr! Felt like I was in rehab or something.

Anyway, I don't really know where I was going with this. I still love DBH and my conkus babies. Life's just been one clingy asshat, yah know? It's a shame. There's so much I really would have had loved to do. Maybe I'll pick up writing again? Lord knows my fingers have been twitching.

And honestly? I missed you guys. Maybe I've moved on from the fandom, little by little, but I sort of... missed all the love and stress relief each and every one of you give me. Man, this is so random and kinda emotional, but give this fry a break! It's one in the morning and I can't sleep and i just really really really miss this

Huh. I don't have much to say. I'm not even updated on this fandom anymore. Did I even miss anything? Does anybody still care about me? Who knows! All that's important now is that I love you guys. Cheesy, but cheese is good for the soul

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thanks, boo <3 hope you enjoy!!! This is my last number request hehe. Prepare for the angst, dear readers! Warning: implications of child abuse/bad parenting

The house was simple and functioning. It was covered with hues of black and grey, color only touching the beautiful and vast flower gardens. It was cold, both in temperature and vibe. It was a house, not a home.

Markus shuddered as he walked up to the front door. He pulled his coat tighter and breathed in. With a tightly clenched fist, he knocked on the hard wood of the door. Loud and with purpose.

“Amanda!” He shouted. “Come out, I’d like to speak with you.”

No answer. Markus clicked his tongue in annoyance, staring hatefully at the roses that gave a false sense of life. He knocked again, calm and focused.

He said again, “please, I won’t take too long. We just need to speak.”

This was for Connor. This was for them. Everything he’ll do, everything he’s done has been for him. Nothing matters except for Connor. He tapped his fist on the door again, sounding more desperate.

“Amanda,” he said softly, “I know you can hear me. Please. I need to know if Connor’s okay.”

Finally, the door opened. It revealed a tall and dark woman standing with a strong sense of pride and a regal attitude. She looked down on Markus with scorn. Markus stared back.

“Mr. Manfred,” she said with unhidden ire, “how very rude of you to come here. Without any warning, nonetheless.”

“I tried. You blocked my number and my landline,” he said quietly. 

“So it’s my fault now?” She raised an accusatory eyebrow.

“No,” he replied, avoiding the verbal spar she was hoping to get out of him, “it’s not. I just need to know if Connor’s okay.”

She bristled at his words. “Are you implying, Mr. Manfred,” she began, “that Connor wouldn’t be fine under my care?”

Yes. “No, of course not,” he assured. “I never saw him ever since he got out of the hospital. I just want to see how he’s doing right now. That’s all.”

“You don’t have the right to see my son,” she hissed. “You put him in that hospital, Mr. Manfred. You and your stupid rebel friends brainwashed my child into believing in idiotic causes. Let me assure you, Mr. Manfred, he does not wish to speak with you.”

“You just don’t want me to talk with him because you know he’d choose me over you in a heartbeat.” 

Markus gnashed his teeth together. He was ticking with annoyance and offended rage. How dare she put words in Connor’s mouth like that, as if she were his voice?

Amanda only laughed, cruel and cold. “He broke his arm and almost suffered a concussion to protect you as though you mattered.” She shook her head. “My child is destined to be great. He will never be what I want him to be if you’re still around to bother him.”

“It’s not your choice!” He yelled. “He’s almost an adult, Amanda. Soon, he won’t be under your tyranny and I’ll be there to laugh at you.”

Markus was losing his patience. He needed to calm himself down.

“Do you think he wants to be anything like you?” She sneered. “An artist? A rebel? What a joke! He has a future and I will make sure that it won’t involve you.”

“He’s happy with us, Amanda.” He imagined all their afternoon with Carl, sipping tea. Their fun activities with the Jericho gang. The midnight conversations only the two of them shared. Connor deserved to be happy.

“His enjoyment doesn’t matter,” she said, “he only needs to follow what I say so that he might actually have something stable to look forward to. He doesn’t need you, Mr. Manfred, he’ll only ever need me.”

“Then bring him out here,” Markus answered confidently, “let me talk to him and we’ll see what he says. I’m taking him back to Carl if he so much as says he doesn’t like your scrambled eggs.”

She smiled. “As you wish.” She turned behind her and called, “Connor! You have a guest.”

The two heard the soft footsteps coming towards them. Markus was nervous whilst Amanda was cocky. 

Connor appeared and Markus wanted to cry. There were bruises on his neck and blood on his crisp white shirt collar. His pretty brown eyes were blank as he stared down at the floor. He looked so incredibly sad.

“Yes, Amanda?”

“Would you like to leave with Mr. Manfred?”

Markus looked at him hopefully, ignoring how all of this felt wrong and scripted. He pretended that Connor would most definitely agree and that they’d have pizza with Carl again. Maybe play some video games. Anything he wanted. Just-

“No, Amanda,” he whispered softly to her.

“Connor, wait-”

“You hear that?” She smirked. “Get off my property. Now, Mr. Manfred.”

“No. Connor, I won’t abandon you here.”

Connor whispered back, “I need you to leave, Markus. Please.”

Markus’ eyes of blue and green stared at his friend with desperation. He would never allow Amanda to hurt him. He just won’t.

He reached out past the sorry excuse of a foster mother and gently placed his hand on Connor’s shoulder. He hesitated when he flinched, but kept steady when he felt Connor wilt under the affection of his touch.

“Connor, I’ll save you. I promise you won’t have to stay here anymore. Do you trust me?”

His friend hesitantly looked up from the floor. Markus saw the desperation and hope that swam in his soft brown eyes. It was all he needed.

Amanda clicked her tongue and removed his hand on her son. She aggressively shoved him off of her doorstep and slammed the door on his face. Everything was quiet now.

Markus stared at the beautiful rose garden that surrounded him like an epidemic. It was only then that he saw all the thorns that were ready to taste this blood.

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Fireworks in your eyes

“Connor?”

The detective almost jumped out of his skin in surprise. He had assumed he was alone. “Markus?” He looked behind him and there the artist was. 

Markus grinned and waved his hand. “Happy New Year! What are you doing around here? It’s a bit past 12 already.”

“You have a nice neighbourhood.” Connor shrugged. “I wanted a walk after tucking the Lieutenant back in bed. He’s pretty much out cold right now.” He blinked. “Happy New Year, too.”

“So you’re not doing anything right now?”

“Well, no.”

“Come with me, then.” Markus offered. “I have some fireworks left and I want to light them up with you. Carl would appreciate the new company.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” Connor said hesitantly. 

“Oh, please!” Markus laughed. “I’d love to spend New Year’s eve with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely! Come on.” He surprised Connor by grabbing his hand and practically dragging him to his house. Connor was glad it was too dark to notice the shy blush forming on his face.

The two walked to Markus’ nice home. There was a box on the porch and the artist excitedly moved to grab the leftover fireworks. Connor looked up and saw Carl on the balcony. They waved at each other, Connor a bit more awkwardly than he’d like to admit.

“I sort of already lit up the big ones,” Markus said, “and I only have sparklers. Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course.” Connor fumbled with the sticks suddenly being handed to him. “But, er-” he stammered nervously.

“You alright there?” Markus furrowed his eyebrows worriedly. Connor got even more nervous. It was hard to focus when Markus gave him that much attention.

“Yes,” he said quietly, “I’ve simply never... lit fireworks before. Even these kinds.” He awkwardly waved the sticks.

He was reminded of his childhood with Amanda. They didn’t do much, really. Just Connor and his older brother eating slightly fancier food while they watched Amanda fix all their schedule’s for the year.

“Oh! Wow, I’m so dumb!” Markus smiled apologetically. “Here, put your sparklers near mine and I’ll light them up for us, okay? Don’t point it at my face, though! Don’t want to burn this off yet.” He winked and Connor turned redder.

“Got it,” he murmured a response.

“Ready?”

“Yup.”

“3... 2... 1!” Markus lit the sparklers with his lighter. He looked back at Connor as he laughed happily. Connor thought he looked absolutely radiant, stunning with his color and vibrance.

“Happy New Year, Markus.” Connor said shyly.

“I actually wanted to tell you something, Connor.” Markus rubbed the back of his neck like a schoolboy about to confess to his crush.

“Y-yeah?” Connor stammered.

“Look, I know we’ve only known each other for barely a year, but well-” Markus grinned, feeling a heat invading his cheeks- “I really like you. A lot. Can’t stop thinking about you, actually.”

“Markus...” Connor trailed off with surprise.

“You were the best thing that happened to me this year,” he continued, “you’re just so adorable and badass and sassy and I like you for it! There are fireworks in your eyes and I want to spend the rest of my life staring at them.”

“That was...”

“Romantic?”

“Incredibly cheesy.” Connor let out a small laugh and watched Markus shy away a little with embarrassment. “But-”

Markus looked back, hopeful. “But?”

“Staring into your eyes doesn’t sound like such a bad thing.” Connor winked and leaned his head on the crook of Markus’ shoulder, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist.

The two stood in silence, their sparklers long dead in their grips. Above them, the sky shone with bright stars and gorgeous fireworks. It was 2019 and the two were going to make it their year.

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yasss amennnn!! This is like a mission-gone-wrong-why-are-we-married sort of thing. Hope you enjoy! Sorry abt how long it is lmao

The two agents walked to the small house. Today was the day. Finally, they had an actual lead for the infamous mafia case. It just so happens that their lead was the nicest looking grandmother of the block. That was purely coincidence.

“Excuse me?” Connor knocked. “Is anyone home?”

Markus subtly peaked through a thinly veiled curtain. He could practically smell the old perfume and baking cookies from the inside. The home was basically the archetype of a sweet old lady’s house. How was this their lead?

“Are you sure about this?”

“Very.” Connor was confident. “Do you remember our cover, Mr. Manfred?”

“Two roommates who just moved a block away. We’re giving her flowers as a greeting or something.”

“Trust me on this, Mr. Manfred.” His partner winked and Markus sighed. Connor always had a good gut instinct. “I can feel the deceit and lies this mastermind has under her wrinkly fingertips-”

“Hello, sunny!” A nice old woman suddenly opened the door. She was quite short, barely reaching Markus’ chin. Her half-moon crescent stood in front of her kind blue eyes. Her smile was homely and pure. She looked like she couldn’t hurt a small fly.

Keep reading

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yasss amennnn!! This is like a mission-gone-wrong-why-are-we-married sort of thing. Hope you enjoy! Sorry abt how long it is lmao

The two agents walked to the small house. Today was the day. Finally, they had an actual lead for the infamous mafia case. It just so happens that their lead was the nicest looking grandmother of the block. That was purely coincidence.

“Excuse me?” Connor knocked. “Is anyone home?”

Markus subtly peaked through a thinly veiled curtain. He could practically smell the old perfume and baking cookies from the inside. The home was basically the archetype of a sweet old lady’s house. How was this their lead?

“Are you sure about this?”

“Very.” Connor was confident. “Do you remember our cover, Mr. Manfred?”

“Two roommates who just moved a block away. We’re giving her flowers as a greeting or something.”

“Trust me on this, Mr. Manfred.” His partner winked and Markus sighed. Connor always had a good gut instinct. “I can feel the deceit and lies this mastermind has under her wrinkly fingertips-”

“Hello, sunny!” A nice old woman suddenly opened the door. She was quite short, barely reaching Markus’ chin. Her half-moon crescent stood in front of her kind blue eyes. Her smile was homely and pure. She looked like she couldn’t hurt a small fly.

“Hello, ma’am.” Connor grinned charmingly. “Are you Mrs. Belladi by any chance?”

“I am, dearheart. Do you need anything?”

“My roommate and I moved into the house not too far from here,”  Markus said kindly, “and we wanted to hand you some flowers.” He showed her the bouquet of adorable daffodils in his hand.

“Oh, lovely!” The old woman gasped, delighted. Markus was starting to feel less sure about their lead, but Connor seemed determined. “You’re roommates, you say?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Connor nodded.

“That’s nice, sweetie.” Mrs. Belladi smiled. “How long have you two known each other?”

Connor paused. “Three years,” he answered carefully. “How long have you lived around here, Mrs. Belladi?” He was prodding.

“I’m old, dear. My memory isn’t quite as good.” She avoided the question.

Markus spoke up, “we’ve heard how things are different here. Are they true, ma’am?”

“Things, sweetheart?” She blinked. “Ohh, I see.”

“Awful things like-”

“Yes, same sex marriage is quite legal here, dearie.” She winked, looking at them with a wicked grin, as though they were all in a little secret.

The two were silent.

Markus attempted to regain control of the situation. “That’s not what-” he was failing miserably.

“Both of you are quite adorable.” She chuckled and pinched Connor’s pale cheeks. Her nails were sharp. “A lot of young couples drop by here for a while to get married.”

“We’re just roommates, Mrs. Belladi.” Markus tried to say. Connor was quiet.

“Sure, sweetie.” She winked. Leaning in, she whispered so that only the three of them could hear. “Is this an elopement, then? Perhaps I could help. My son is the priest of this town and he’d gladly help you two lovebirds.”

“No-”

Connor intervened. “Yes. We’d love that. Thank you so much, Mrs. Belladi. We really need this as soon as possible. Markus’ brother-” there was a pause added for effect- “is not quite a fan of ours.”

Markus started at him incredulously. This was not part of the plan. At all. It wasn’t even mentioned. Did he miss a memo?

“C’mon, then, you two.” She grabbed a coat from behind her door and ushered both of them to the clean street. “My son Johnny will love you. His Catholic name is Father David, though. Let’s see him, the church isn’t too far.”

Connor was expressionless and Markus was lowkey panicking. He didn’t want to get married yet. He was too young! Yes, his partner was absolutely brilliant and stunningly gorgeous, but was he ready for the responsibility of marriage? He’s only ever cooked for himself. How does Connor like his eggs? His laundry? His-

A text was sent to his phone. His shaking fingers managed to open them. He was careful not to trip as they were walking.

From: Connor

Mr. Mandred, please calm down. I read a file last night that her son is possibly the second-in-command for their Family. Trust me.

Markus looked up to see his partner raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

“We’re here,” the old woman exclaimed delightedly.

Behind her, the two agents shared a quick glance and followed her inside the small and cozy church. Another buzzing came from his pocket and Markus checked his messages again.

From: Connor

You would’ve looked rather dashing in a suit, Mr. Manfred.

Markus almost dropped his phone. His jaw was slack and he snapped his gaze to his partner. Connor, blast him, was staring ahead with a straight face. The bastard was acting like he didn’t do anything.

“Johnny! My child, how are you?” A tall man in a priest outfit kissed Mrs. Belladi on her cheek.

“Very well, mother.” Johnny looked at the agents behind her with a knowing look. “Are they...?”

His mother giggled. “Yes, sweetie.”

The priest nodded and walked to the altar. “Follow me, please.”

Neither of them had any other choice but to obey.

Markus took it upon himself to text his partner this time.

To: Connor

So what now? Are we actually going to get married? Couldn’t you have bought me a drink first?

A reply didn’t take too long.

From: Connor

You can drink me up tonight, if you want. It’s to be our honeymoon, after all.

Markus blushed and looked away from his partner. Since when was he this bold? Another text came.

From: Connor

Also, from the documents, it says he isn’t a priest. It’s an act. Their mafia is hiding underneath the church. This marriage will be null and void.

Markus furrowed his eyebrows.

To: Connor

Where was I when you were reading this file? This seems like some very important information.

Connor rolled his eyes.

From: Connor

It was a last minute thing and you were on your piano.

“Please, come kneel.” The priest pointed in front of him.

The two complied and the ceremony began. Markus was irrationally nervous. It was a fake marriage. Nothing to be taken seriously. It was for a case. By the end of the day, he and Connor were nothing more than two colleagues trying to finish a task.

So then why was he so disappointed?

Everything that the priest said passed by in a blur. Connor was focused, but Markus was sure he was surveying their surroundings and taking in every clue available because his partner was seemingly useless at the moment.

“Do you have any vows prepared?” The priest smiled.

“Yes,” Connor said quickly. Markus was relieved. He himself literally had nothing to say.

“Markus,” he began, “You are the most amazing human being I know. I swear I can see more color when I’m around you. Music sounds sweeter ever since you walked into my life. Every love song seems to be about you, now.” Connor laughed and Markus thought it was beautiful.”I promise to protect you forever.”

The priest nodded and they both turned to look at Markus. It was at that moment that Markus saw how beautiful Connor’s eyes were.

“And you?” The father prodded.

“Er, Connor?” He started nervously. “Everything I have... everything I make will be for you,” he said, “all my art, my songs- they’ll be made in your name. We’ll be happy together. And-” he broke off- ”I’ll love you even when you don’t need me anymore.”

It hurt that when he could finally say those words, he had to say them as if they were a lie.

“You may now kiss each other.” The priest smiled.

Markus snapped out of his daydreaming and shyly turned to look at Connor. His partner was calm and there was a small smile on his face. Markus felt his face heat up as Connor placed a warm hand on his neck to pull him close.

Their lips were so close together, their breaths as one. Connor looked hungrily into Markus gorgeous eyes of blue and green. Markus hand trembled. They were getting closer and closer-

But Connor only smiled softly and moved his head up, giving Markus a feather light kiss on his forehead.

“The mass has ended,” the priest said and his mother clapped delightedly in the background.

The two awkwardly moved away. Connor received a text and excused himself for a moment, leaving Markus to chat with the old lady.

“You’re a married man now!” Mrs. Belladi patted his hand.

“Seems like I am,” Markus replied. His mind was still processing what the hell just happened.

Connor coughed. “Markus?” He called out. “May I talk with you for a moment.”

“Sure,” he said and left the woman to talk with her son.

“... I have made an error.”

“Huh? What is it?”

A phone was shoved in his face. Markus squinted and read the text.

From: Anderson, Hank

KID. Hey, listen. We fucked up big. The cuntbrick Reed messed with our files last night after getting drunk as shittttt. Mrs, Dolores Belladi is just some random ass old crone. She isn’t part of the mafia, u hear me? Don’t do anything stupid cuz I have enough stupidity to clean up over here.

“... what.”

“Don’t panic, but I think we might have accidentally gotten married.”

“WE DID GET MARRIED, CONNOR.”

“Ahh, our first fight. You’re very quick with the uptake.”

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This is B. It felt good! It was a little awkward at first cause I didn’t know what I was doing, but it was really good. I was just expecting to do like a peck on the lips, but then his lips were parted, and I was like “okay I can adapt”. He kind of guided me through it a little bit (idk if he knew it was my first, he just told me really sweetly to slow down and use less tongue) and then we started making out and I was thinking, “ohhhhh, this is why people like making out”

Woah that's cool 😍😍 and he seems really nice! I'm glad you enjoyed your first kiss bby 😘😘

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Hey. I have a quick question. Please don't be mad at me for asking. But do you still have the Werewolf AU Conkus request? I'm just curious.

Sweetie, don't worry!! I won't get mad for asking. And right! The werewolf au!!! I completely forgot about that oh my god. I can't find it anymore in my inbox, though. My tumblr's been a bit glitchy 😭😭 do u wanna resend it? I might get back to it one day

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you read my mind. Also, for those reading, I have nothing against Simon at all. He was just the most convenient character lmaooo

“Hello, Markus.” Connor greeted.

“Connor!” was the quick reply. “Where have you been? How are you?”

“The DPD’s been very busy.” Connor’s eyes avoided Markus’. “And I've been good, thank you.”

“I haven’t seen you in forever.” Connor was pulled into an intoxicating hug. He was tense, but couldn’t help but take in the musky scent of Markus’ cologne.

It was unfair. Connor saw him every day being happy with someone that wasn’t him. When he closed his eyes, all he could imagine was Markus touching and holding and kissing and fucking someone else. When he opened his eyes, he only saw Markus smiling in a world that didn’t include him.

“Oh?” He replied casually. “I haven’t been out much. What about you? How are you?”

“I’m great!” That stung. “Do you know Simon?”

The blond that invaded Markus’ accounts like a parasite? The precious blue eyed stranger you ate with everyday? The kindhearted caretaker that’s nursing your father to health?

Of course Connor knew. He hurt himself with the knowledge ages ago.

“Who?” He asked politely.

“Oh, well, he’s basically Carl’s new nurse since his last one quit. He’s pretty-” there was a delighted pause, “-amazing.”

“Now I must meet him.” Connor would prefer to avoid him as much as humanly possible, actually. “I can’t have my best friend falling in love with a stranger, eh?” Connor prayed to god that his voice didn’t crack.

Markus laughed delightedly, slinging his arm on Connor’s shoulders. The detective blushed and stared at the ground. Was this worth it? Was any of this worth it? Markus was happy. Was he such a selfish person that he couldn’t support his only friend?

“You’re great, Con!” Markus winked at him and Connor wished he could melt into the ground. “I promise you’ll love him. Let’s have dinner with Simon someday, yeah?” He pinched his friend’s cheek adoringly.

“Markus?”

“Hmm?”

“What would you do if I said that I loved you?”

“Say I love you back, of course.”

“Not... as a friend.”

“Connor, we’re family. We basically grew up together! Carl and Hank said we’re-”

“Not like that either.” Connor wasn’t sure if Markus was actually that hopeless or simply in denial. 

“Then like what, Con...?” Markus unsurely let his arm fall of Connor’s shoulder. The sudden cold sent shivers down his spine.

“Since you met Simon, you’ve been ignoring me.” Connor said quietly. “Every time you talk about him, it keeps reminding me how I’ll never be good enough for you.”

“No-”

Connor breathed heavily. “Every time you go somewhere amazing with him, I remember how you’ll never need me to brighten up your day anymore.” 

“But I-”

“Just let me talk, please!” Connor said desperately. “I can’t always be the helpless kid you remember from your childhood.”

Markus looked sad and Connor hated himself for it. “Alright, Con.” He whispered.

“I know I don’t matter to you anymore.” Connor shuddered. “But you mean the universe to me. I’m a terrible and awful and selfish coward, I know. None of this changes that. It’s just-” he breathed, “-I don’t understand why-”

“Connor, please. Tell me.”

Connor did. He looked at Markus with sad brown eyes and tried to smile for him. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.”

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Hey I’m on anon cause my main blog is actually focused on school memes, but I’m B and I’m one of your followers!! I love your stories, so I thought I would introduce myself this way. A fun fact about me: I had my first kiss about 12 days ago 😊

Hi, B!!!!! It's amazing to meet you!!!!! And you've had your first kiss?? No way!!!!! That's so exciting!!! What did it feel like?

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80, for the drabble thing? Thanks, love your blog 💖

hi, sweetie!!! I’ve actually already done that!! It’s a mafia au thing tho, so I hope you don’t mind!!!

Here’s the link, if you’re interested. Love you lots and drink water, okay?

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Got anymore of that good, good mafia au? Or are you still taking on the # requests? :)

helloooo! Yeah, I’m still finishing up the remnants of the number requests. I’ll get back to those sweet mafia aus again soon ;)

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