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if you’re emotionally scarred by tv shows, clap ur hands

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capitolresident:

Let’s play a game called ‘Stay up late and hate myself in the morning’

‘on a school night’ edition

with unlockable bonus round ‘finals week’

expansion pack: ‘don’t do anything productive’

DLC: ‘Client Projects Edt’

Survival Mode: Parents ON

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it takes me like 3 days to wake up in the morning

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flying-inca56:

“Tony no” a biography by Pepper Potts

IT GOT BETTER.

I WISH THIS WAS REAL

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hazwards:

do you ever get bored on the internet so you go on the internet 

my entire life

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AN: I debated for the past week and a half (or so) about what to do with the next part. I wasn’t sure if I wanted Connor to be the one who got shot, or if i wanted anyone to get shot at all. Tried two different versions, but this one is definitely better and more emotional. Angst all around! *sheepish*

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“Connor!” Stephen’s heart seemed to stop, and he froze, watching as Abby caught Connor’s weight and helped him to sit. Blood welled up from Connor’s left shoulder, beneath where his fingers pressed against the wound. Jenny was already calling an ambulance on her mobile, and Nick was hovering, clearly feeling helpless. Abby glanced up at Stephen, reaching over to press against the wound hersself. Connor cried out in pain, a little whimper as he gritted his teeth. The sound broke through to Stephen, and he rushed forwards to his boyfriend’s side, sinking down to his knees to stroke Connor’s face and push his hair out of his eyes, twining his fingers with those of Connor’s right.

“Conn? Open your eyes, love, please?” Stephen choked out. “Oh G-d, I’m sorry, Connor, I didn’t - it wasn’t supposed to - please, look at me?” Connor’s jaw tensed even more, and Stephen knew he was suppressing more cries of pain. His eyes fluttered infitesimably, but the tracker noticed, holding his breath. The younger man looked at Stephen out of pain-narrowed eyes, eyebrows knitted together and tears streaming down his cheeks. He returned the pressure on Stephen’s fingers, and the man let out the breath in a gasp of relief.

Nick finally stopped hovering, crouching beside them. He and Abby discussed Connor’s wound in hushed tones, and then Connor whimpered again as the pressure shifted, Nick’s hand replacing Abby’s, pressing slightly harder.

“The Ambulance is on its way. Ten minutes at the most.” Jenny informed them, her own jaw tight when Stephen glanced at her.

“You hear that, Conn?” Stephen asked, stroking Connor’s cheek. A very slight nod was his reply. Connor’s eyes were half-lidded, watery still, and Stephen wondered if holding back his cries of pain was more detrimental than giving in to it would be. He hoped Connor wouldn’t hyperventilate.


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A small, fragile part of him that was terrified of losing the love of his life guiltily acknowledged that he wished anyone else than Connor had been hit by that bullet. He’d really, truly rather no one had gotten hurt at all, of course! But to have it be Connor…

Helen was probably laughing somewhere, knowing what she’d caused him to do. Stephen wasn’t sure whose finger had pulled the trigger. He’d been so focused on getting it to point away that he’d put his friends’ lives at risk.

He kissed Connor’s lips gently where his boyfriend lay unconscious in a hospital bed, and then sat down in the chair beside the bed. Connor was alright, and he’d be ready to go home in a week’s time; thankfully the bullet’d been a ‘clean through-and-through’, and Connor’s wound - now bandaged up in thick white Elastoplast - had not been life threatening.

Despite that, Stephen finished typing up his resignation, hesitating for a moment with the cursor over the send button. Did he want to do this?

Another look at Connor, knowing it was his fault, made his decision for him. Stephen clicked the button, and the letter was sent to Lester.

He didn’t know what he’d tell his boyfriend when he came to. Connor wouldn’t agree at all with his choice.