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h0rr0rwhor3 · 1 year

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pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety.

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers.

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction.

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state.

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment.

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him.

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands.

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

#dbh connor #rk800 x reader #connor x reader #dom!connor #sub!reader #female!reader #chubby!reader #short!reader #detroit become human #connor imagine #connor x y/n #connor x you #connor smut

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tartrazeen · 5 months

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Nines: 😐 I would like to go on this rollercoaster

Connor: so go

Nines: 😐 I can't. I'm scared

Connor: you were designed to shoot people for the military. why are you scared of a rollercoaster?

Nines: 😐 You're going to laugh at me

Connor: of course

Nines: 😑

Nines: 😑 I don't want to put my arms in the air

Connor: then don't

Nines: 😐 I have to. It's a part of the experience

Connor:

Nines: 😐

Connor:

Nines: 😐

Connor: ... do you want me to ask why you're scared of that?

Nines: 😐 Yes please

Connor: :/ fine.

Nines: 😐

Connor:

Nines: 😐

Connor: oh for f- okay, why are you scared of putting your arms -

Nines: 😐 They might fall off

Connor:

Nines: 😐 I can't wholly trust the integrity of my joints at that velocity

Connor:

Nines: 😐 Because... well...

Connor:

Nines: 😐 Your joints are only slightly more reinforced than they'd be with duct tape and mine had to be mass-produced beyond that

Connor: ... so you don't want to ride a rollercoaster because you're afraid your arms will fall off.

Nines: 😑 Correct

Connor:

Nines: 😑

Connor: ... okay. so put them into the box with everyone's hats

Nines: 😐 No someone will take my arms

Connor:

Nines: 😐

Connor: we can find your -

Nines: 😑 No I don't want someone taking them

Connor:

Nines: 😐 Will you go on the rollercoaster for me

Connor: ... and... what? stream it?

Nines: 😐 Yes please

Connor: so you're okay with my arms falling off?

Nines: 😐 I'll catch them for you with my superior speed

Nines: 😐 Also yours are only like twenty bucks so we can get you some new ones

Nines: 😐 Also I know where those hands have been and it's disgusting. Get rid of them anyway

Nines: 😑 But ride the rollercoaster first

Connor:

Nines: 😑

Connor:

Nines: 😐

Connor:

Nines: 😐💵

Connor: there we go.

Connor: happy?

Nines: 🙂

Nines: 😐 Log flume please

Connor: why can't you ride -

Nines: 😐 I want to stand at the bottom and get splashed by the big wave

Connor:

Nines: 😐💵

Connor: who keeps giving you cash?

Nines: 😐💵 Markus

Nines: 😐💵 He said he saw where this was going

Nines: 😐💵 Also maybe I stole it, I don't know, what does this have to do with the log flume

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh nines #rk brothers #why did i write this?#idk i just think this will be how connor acts with nines in my musical fic after #aka this is when connor starts being 'nice' lol #my stuff #good job tartra

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muffinlance · 8 months

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The Fox's Tongue and Kirin's Bone audiobook is on sale!

$4.99 until Sunday, September 10th, no recurring Audible subscription required. Voiced by the award-winning Gary Furlong.

Humanity is dying, hunted to extinction by creatures of legend. One boy was born to save them all.

That boy just got knifed in the back. He looked a bit too much like Aaron, you see.

Now it’s Aaron’s job to step up, lest his Death correct that little mix-up. But Aaron’s skills as a street rat run more towards stealing and stabbing than towards saving. And the more he learns of what brought dear dead Markus to that fatal alleyway, the more he has to wonder just what the world’s savior was really up to the night the wrong boy died.

Cover art by the most excellent @art-emisz

FYI: Signed paperbacks and hardcovers will be coming back on sale in October so I can ship them ahead of the holidays; if you want an email when the pre-order launches, add yourself to my mailing list (it's at the bottom). Zero spam ever, only book news.

#fox's tongue and kirin's bone #my publisher controls the audiobook sales not me so no telling when this will happen again #original fiction #fantasy #asexual #asexuality #aroace #aroace protag #audiobook #is the link an affiliate link?#yes #am I making Amazon pay me moar money for my own book?#absolutely yes #writeblr

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phrensiedom · 1 year

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DBH Character Heights

Some folks in the Simarkus server were discussing characters' heights, and I decided it was high time I finally figure out how to use the extraction tools and determine if there are any insights to be found as to the android characters' heights.

Unfortunately, it would seem the base height of the models does not accurately reflect how they appear in-game. We can see this in the discrepancies between the measurements in Blender and the measurements found in the in-game gallery for the human characters as well as in the visual differences of certain characters (e.g., Leo is definitely not only one inch shorter than Markus). Disappointing, but I figured it's still worth sharing what I found. I included the comparisons for some human characters at the bottom, for those curious.

While I hid the hair submeshes for all of these models to get the most accurate measurements, note that several characters have atypically shaped heads, likely to make their hair appear thicker while saving on resources (e.g., Connor and Hank).

Let me know if there's anyone not listed you'd like me to check! It's a super simple process to extract the model and measure it in Blender.

Connor: 185.4 cm / 6'1" Yes, I double-checked RK900. They're identical.

Markus: 182.5 cm / 5'11.8"

Kara: 166.2 m / 5'5.4"

North: 167.8 cm / 5'6.1"

Simon: 179.4 cm / 5'10.6" Daniel is identical.

Josh: 189.4 cm / 6'2.6"

Alice: 123.2 cm / 4'0.5"

Luther: 202.4 cm / 6'7.7"

Chloe: 168.1 cm / 5'6.2"

Echo: 168.4 cm / 5'6.3" Ripple is identical. Their Eden Club versions share a model.

Emma: 122.1 cm / 4'0.1" Emma is a teensy bit shorter than Alice. I've wondered about this for so long.

Jerry: 179 cm / 5'10.5"

Lucy: 166 cm / 5'5.4"

Ralph: 178 cm / 5'10.1"

Rupert: 179.5 cm / 5'10.7"

Amanda: 169.3 cm / 5'6.7" Per the gallery: 5.5' (167.64 cm / 5' 6")

Captain Allen: 182.5 cm / 5'11.9" Per the gallery: 5.9' (179.8 cm / 5'10.8").

Gavin: 177.8 cm / 5'10" Per the gallery: 5.9' (179.8 cm / 5'10.8").

Hank: 191.9 cm / 6'3.6" Per the gallery: 6.2' (189 cm / 6'2.4").

Kamski: 178.4 cm / 5'10.2" Per the gallery: 6.0' (182.9 cm / 6'0")

Leo: 179 cm / 5'10.5" Per the gallery: 5.7' (173.7 cm / 5'8.4").

Rose: 163.7 cm / 5'4.5" Per the gallery: 5.5' (167.64 cm / 5' 6")

Todd: 177.7 cm / 5'10" Per the gallery: 6.0' (182.9 cm / 6'0")

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh meta #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh kara #dbh hank #dbh north #dbh simon #dbh josh #dbh alice #dbh luther #dbh gavin #dbh reference #dbh reference shots

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themagical-soup-spaghetti · 19 days

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Not requested!!

Karl Heisenberg x abused!male reader

Summary: Reader has stumbled across the factory while running away from his abusive ex husband who is seeking revenge for their divorce. He quickly finds a way into the factory and finds a place to hide, awaiting his ex husband's departure from the premises, where Reader meets Heisenberg for the first time.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, memories, abusive husband, trauma, mentions of attack, blood, scars, mentions of open wounds, mentions of attempted murder, semi soft Heisenberg

Cold, harsh air whipped Y/N's face and wounds as he ran through the snow that wad laid so softly on the ground. Snow was falling all around, and Y/N wasn't really prepared for the weather today. He expected to stay in his home, near the fire with a good book, maybe some hot cocoa or coffee or tea. So for the past 5 minutes, he's been running in a tank top, red flannel pajamas bottoms, Santa socks, slippers, and a long red robe. Not the most ideal running attire, especially in the cold and snowy weather.

Y/N's cheeks were extremely red and cold, but he was to fear struck to even notice the cold nipping at his exposed face and hands. All he was focused on was trying to find a place to hide away until his ex husband, Markus, had given up on his pursuit. His eyes scanned the open lands, nothing but snow and the occasional rustling of bushes or trees. Along with snow crunching under Y/N's slippers.

A little background on Y/N's relationship with his ex husband, and why this is all happening.

Y/N had been married to his ex husband Markus for 10 years, withstanding abuse of different varieties. Being physically hit with fists, knees, feet, beer cans and bottles, glass or ceramic vases, basically anything that was in reach that would do some sort of damage to him.

Once Y/N's parents had heard about this, they had called the cops and Markus was brought to jail. During his time in jail, he was served with a divorce notice and was taken to court. Ultimately loosing everything that he owned during his marriage, being his home, his cars, ect. Markus had plotted throughout his entire jail sentence to destroy everything that was now in Y/N's possession, or to ultimately kill Y/N altogether. On multiple occasions, Markus had tried to kill Y/N in subtle ways that wouldn't point to him. Cutting the brakes on Y/N's car, messing with Y/N's engine, ect. Soon Markus got tired of his attempts failing and decided right out he was going to murder Y/N himself.

Which is what got Y/N into running for his life. Now back to the story!

Y/N's head spun in all directions, looking for somewhere to hide. He grew more dizzy by the second; the cold and his open wounds finally getting to him. He then came across a building, factory looking. And he decided then that he would hide there. Y/N checked his surroundings, and hearing the steps of Markus become closer with every passing second. He immediately started to run towards the factory. The first entrance Y/N tried was sealed shut by something on the inside, so he ran around the building to see if there was another way in. Low and behold, there was another door that was wide open, which was a little worrisome. But that was his only option of safety so far, so he went into the building.

Several minutes had passed since Y/N had entered the factory and found a hiding spot amongst a bunch of machinery and metal scraps. It was silent inside other than machines moving, and the sound of Y/N's soft breathing. He could feel blood slowly rolling down his face, and his leg. But he tried not to move to wipe it or cover the wounds. He wasn't sure if there would be any noise if he moved. The wind whistled outside, and soon there was the sound of shouting. Markus has found the factory. There was the heavy crunching of snow before there was a pounding on the locked door Y/N had tried to enter through earlier. Then there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the wood inside.

"Who's inside of this place?! Are they going to kill me when they find me...?"

They subsided just as quickly as they came. It seemed the person who was inside was standing relatively close to Y/N's hiding spot.

"Y/N you open this goddamn door right now before I fucking bust it down!!" Markus shouted, pounding on the door with a good amount of force. Metal could be heard moving, and the door slamming against the walls inside was very evident. Markus was clearly about to start shouting, but instead took a step back in the snow. "Who- Who the hell are you?!"

"I assume that I could ask you the same thing," A voice unbeknownst to Y/N spoke, semi-deep, a hint of an accent in some words, it wasn't an accent that he could make out from his hiding spot amongst the metal scraps. Y/N listened further, "But... Since you so kindly knocked on my door, I'll give you three seconds to leave before things get ugly."

Markus was about to protest, but hearing the unsheathing of something metal, the sound of running across the snow could be heard getting fainter by the second. The door closed and was locked once again with metal, and heavy footsteps rang across the wooden panels of the floor once more.

Y/N stayed silent, shaking softly from the fear of being found by the person who was currently walking around in the exact room he was in. He took a shaky breath in, and right at that moment the metal he was hiding behind was moved at a rapid pace.

His hands lift in front of his face, and he scoots closer to the wall behind him. He can almost feel the cold through the wall. Footsteps grow closer, slowly, slowly, then they stop. Right. Infront. Of Y/N. There isn't any movement for a while between the two, just small breaths and hicks from Y/N as he slowly begins to cry.

"Please don't hurt me..." Y/N finally speaks up, softly, quietly, almost inaudible. There was a small gasp from the person in front of Y/N. The floorboards cried out as the person sank down in front of the shuttering man.

A rough feeling hand grabbed one of Y/N's, pulling it away from his face. He shut his eyes tightly, pulling whatever he could away from the person in front of him. "Come on, I'm not gonna kill ya, open up." Y/N was hesitant, but slowly opened one eye. There was a man with a beard, brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck, and a pair of sunglasses. He had his hat to his chest, his lips pressed and brow furrowed with a bit of worry. "Here, stand up."

The man spoke, helping Y/N stand. The man was much taller than Y/N, standing around 6'5 at least. No more than 7 feet though. Y/N cowered before the man got on his knees to seem less intimidating. "Hey, hey, relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you." This put Y/N slightly at ease, but he was still tense. The man sighed softly before dipping his head slightly. "My name is Karl Heisenberg, I own this factory."

"Own it? This place?" Y/N thought to himself, curious about how this man came to own a place like this.

Y/N grew less tense as he stared at the man, Karl Heisenberg. He took a deep breath in slowly. "That's nice..." Heisenberg watched Y/N for a minute, then two, then he spoke again.

"Who is that guy to you?"

Hours passed, Y/N had explained his relationship with Markus to Heisenberg; the taller man had patched up his wounds, and they were now sitting down for a cup of tea.

"How did you find this place anyway?" Heisenberg asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Y/N smiled and laughed a bit. "Well, it's a giant factory in the midst of a bunch of snow... It kind of stands out.."

"Well I suppose you are correct.." Heisenberg spoke before trailing off. He stared at Y/N for a bit before he spoke again, "If he did this to you before, he's bound to come back again. We'll go to your house and grab your things. You're staying here until I can build you a home closer."

Before Y/N could protest, Heisenberg had stood and walked off, probably getting something ready to take him back to the house to collect his things.

Time had passed once again and now all of Y/N belongings were in a room that Heisenberg had cleared out for him. He sat in the room, looking at all the things thst had been brought. His bookshelf, his recliner, the mattress that was now on a bedframe thst Heisenberg had made for him, and some extra things that Heisenberg had made. It was really generous of him.

Y/N wasn't sure what to expect, but he prayed that it would be better than his time with his ex-husband.

A/N: HI!! I finally posted again, if you have any requests for me I will gladly complete them! Have a good day <3

#male reader #karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenburg x male reader #heisenberg x reader #lord heisenberg #Heisenberg x male reader #angst #tw abuse #re8 heisenberg #abused reader #male reader x male character #lgtbqia+#lgbtq #lgbtq fanfiction

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my-name-is-markus-with-a-k · 1 year

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Okay, so I'll be the first to admit that I find everything about Markus fascinating, but!!!!

1) Why does Markus have a black panel on the back of his head? Because he's a prototype?

2) Sorta old news now but he also has RX700 NOT RK200 stamped on that panel!

3) What is that star shape behind his right ear????

4) Also androids have processors that look like especially like brains?? I haven't looked at all the android models but are all the androids casings translucent like Markus' is here???

5) Not pictured here but Markus also has two divots on his bottom lip that no other android has that we see???

Markus really is a unique android, isn't he???

#I KNEW BUT THERES SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS TO DIFFERENTIATE HIM FROM OTHER ANDROIDS #my special boy #dbh markus #dbh #detroit become human #markus rk200

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just-another-author-i-guess · 2 years

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Hi!

i just wanted to know if your requests are open and if they are i wanted to request something with Judd birch x GN!reader like their in highschool together and known each other for years because of leah (your her bestfriend) and he kinda falls in love with the reader and only soft and fluffy around them, all fluff x

-Markus

Hi <3 my requests are open, I’m just bad at getting through them lol

Tags: Judd Birch x gn! Reader, very cute, very fluffy, Judd is emotionally constipated, sex references, this is a big mouth fanfic cmon, I also still don’t know how to write hormone monster dialogue, talk and mentions of masturbating? Idek man, I didn’t edit it through bc I’m lazy, I wrote this at 2 am

Authors note: hello! I hope you like this <3 I realized that I always write with fem! Readers in mind so this was a nice change, I hope it’s readable (: see you at the bottom lol

Word count: 1,8k words

Judd Birch is a simp:

It just sorta happened one day, like BAM he had fallen for you. Hard.

I mean, he saw you around all the time, at school or hanging out with Leah at his house so it took him a pretty long time to realize he liked you

Of course Maury had been by his side the whole time, telling him to do all sorts of lewd things to you but he never really took it seriously

To him you were still just the quiet little 12-year-old Leah befriended in 8th grade

Until you suddenly became so much more

Maury had been going on about how cute you were for a long time, but it wasn’t until your junior year that Judd started agreeing with his hormone monster

You had always annoyed him significantly less than all of his siblings other friends, so he tolerated having you around

You also never bothered him at school, unless Leah wanted him to drive the two of you home

It was the day after summer break, the start of yours and Leah’s junior year and Judd’s senior

He drove Leah to school and as soon as he parked, she basically threw herself out the van and ran towards someone

He slowly followed her across the parking lot, somewhat curious to see where she was going

She threw herself at someone, and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that it was you

But when he did, he was absolutely stunned. I mean, he straight up stopped in his tracks, mouth hanging slightly open

You had grown over the summer, seemingly both physically and mentally

You seemed so much more confident in yourself, and it seemed like you had found your own style too

He would never admit it in a million years, but he thought you looked really nice in your new clothes

‘Judd likes y/n! Judd likes y/n!’ Maury appeared behind him, mockingly singing about Judd’s newfound crush

Judd’s face morphed into a scowl, as he continued to ignore his hormone monster

‘C’mon man! I can see your little heart-boner from here! It’s obvious.’ Maury chuckled, pulling out a stethoscope and placing it over Judd’s heart, feeling his slightly increased heartbeat

“Oh, Judd! I’m surprised you actually showed up today,” You called to him, suddenly turning all your attention to the older teen

He quickly recovered from his shock, shoving Maury aside and putting on his usual stone-faced expression

The wind blew your hair out of your face as you walked towards him, and he had to admit.. you were quite easy on the eyes, and your voice sounded nice calling his name and-

He lost track of his thoughts when suddenly you were in front of him. ‘Here’s the plan. Ditch school, throw them into your van and plow them till you’re shooting blanks!’ Maury said, grabbing Judd’s arm and tucking him towards the van

Judd exhaled through clenched teeth, not even realizing he had been holding his breath as you walked up to him, Leah in tow

“Fuck off.” He scoffed, looking anywhere but your eyes. “Don’t you have to go help Leah with her gay ass theater group, or some shit?”

You grinned, unfazed by his foul attitude. “Alright, mr grumpy pants. I hope you had a nice summer though, it sucks I didn’t get to see you much.”

‘FUCK YEAH! THEY MISSED YOU?’ Maury yelled in victory, throwing a bottle of whiskey to the ground, shattering it loudly. ‘Hear that, judder-butter? My dick tells me you have a good chance with them,’ he purred.

Judd didn’t even notice Maury, face slowly flushing as he took in your words. Judd Birch was not one to blush, never had he been known to look anything but murderous, but suddenly his whole facade melted and turned bright red

He coughed. “Uh. Sure. It’s not like I have time to hang out with dumb ass kids anyways,” he muttered, painfully aware how both his ears and face was now bright pink

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re only a year older than me, dipshit.”

Despite the flush on his face, he still managed to look somewhat intimidating as he rolled his eyes and gave a low grunt. Just before he could clumsily come up with an answer, Leah pulled your arm

“C’mon y/n, we gotta go meet Daniel in the assembly hall,” she whined, causing Judd to finally pay attention to his younger sister and break his trance

“Go piss off to your gross theater group. I won’t pick you up, walk home nutsacks.” And with that, he walked off, leaving you and Leah in the parking lot

He finally relaxed as he rounded a corner, out of sight from you and Leah

‘NOOO! What was that? Get back over there and show them a better fucking time than whatever gangbang they’ve got going on in their theater group!’ Maury pleaded, throwing himself dramatically on the ground

‘Look! My little penis was so excited!’ Maury pulled a tiny penis out and held it in his hand, the creature giving Judd a disappointed sigh

Judd stopped walking, leaning against the brick wall he was walking past “Shut the fuck up.” He grunted, sending Maury a glare.

The hormone monster simply chuckled, unfazed by his anger. ‘But loook! How can you say no to such a cute little thing? He’s so sad, he’s getting all soft..” Maury stood up, shoving the little penis in Judd’s face. Sure enough, it was crying

Judd sighed deeply, thoughts of you flooding his brain. He leaned his head back against the walls, closing his eyes for a moment. “Fine.” He snapped. “Let’s go Jack off.”

Maury roared in victory, giving Judd’s shoulder a firm squeeze. “And this is why you’re my favorite, kid.”

After that, Judd started showing up to school significantly more

He started letting you sit in the front seat when he picked you and Leah up, actually leaving his room when you came over, going out of his way to do you small favors, ect

Let’s just say Leah caught on real quick

“You know Judd is totally into you, right?” She said one day, while you were sitting in her room, getting ready for a party

“Huh?” You said, too focused on smoothing out your clothes in the mirror to pay attention

“Judd. My brother. The psychopath. Future serial killer, he likes you.”

You paused, turning to look at her. She was lying on her back on the bed, head hanging down the side as she stared at you upside down. “No way. Judd hates everyone,” you said, searching her face for any signs that she was joking

She looked completely serious as she said: “Yes way. He’s a total simp. It’s almost cute, actually, like, in a deranged creepy kinda way,”

You scrunched up your nose, thinking back to your latest interaction with Judd. He didn’t seem that different, did he? There was that one time he got you free weed, multiple times were his raccoons escorted you places to make sure you were safe, not to mention all the car rides and-

“Oh my god.” You said, looking bewildered at Leah. She grinned, rolling around to lay on her stomach. “You know, I’ve never seen him not make threats at someone. You really did a number on him,” she giggled

Slowly, your face started to heat up and you turned away from your friend with a hand clasped over your mouth. “I mean, he’s always been nice to me- I just- I didn’t think it was a big deal?”

Leah got up off the bed. “Of course it’s a big deal! You even like all the same stuff! Have you seen the way he looks at you when you talk about horror movies? Or when he offered to lend you that one, uh, what’s it called? The game with zombies or something. But anyways, that’s, like the biggest deal ever!”

You hid your face in your hands, trying to conceal the large grin that spread across your face.

“But,” Leah continued and even if you weren’t looking at her, you could tell she was grinning too. “If you’re going to date, it better not interfere with the theater rehearsals,”

You huffed out a laugh, turning back to look at her. “I wouldn’t miss those hours of watching you flirt with Daniel for anything!”

Now it was Leah’s turn to blush, the conversation quickly moving on as she went into detail about whatever Daniel had done that day

After that, you finally started noticing Judd’s odd behavior

What he called flirting, some people would probably call kinda creepy, but you didn’t mind

You liked the stolen glances, how he got angry when he blushed, the quick touches and the long talks you would have about music and movies when Leah was doing something else

You also thought it quite funny how he could go from growling at his family, to looking at you with big puppy-dog eyes in mere seconds

He’s literally only like that to you, would never be soft in public either

You started having lots of movie nights, the guy always has a new low-budget gore-fest up his sleeve

But oh my god, he’ll get so soft if you fall asleep during a movie

Like, gently tucking you in under the blanket and cuddling up to you, he even trades his scowl in for a cute little content expression

Even if he just thinks you’re asleep, he’ll sometimes mutter a bunch of lovey-dovey stuff, don’t ever ask him about it tho bc he will deny it

I think I’ve said this in a previous hc, but high Judd is soft Judd

If you’re high and the mood is right, you could coax almost anything out of him

He’ll quietly say stuff like “you know I love you, right?” Or “I’m sorry I called you fuckface, I didn’t mean it. I actually really like looking at your face.”

On very, very rare occasions his family has caught him being soft

Like, you’re cuddling on the couch or something when Nick gets home from school

Or Leah catches him softly whisper to you while you sleep

She totally filmed it and uses it as blackmail.

“Drive me to rehearsals or everyone’s gonna see you being a simp for y/n” is the only threat that ever works on Judd

Anyways, he’s a good boyfriend but don’t expect him to be soft all the time

He is most of the time, but he also has quite the temper. If he ever says something truly mean to you, he’ll feel so bad about it though

He will beg Leah to talk to you if you’re mad at him

Don’t get fooled by his attitude, he’s so whipped for you

This was so cute (,: I love Judd

I also want to thank everyone for a 1000 followers! I’m really not that active and I honestly didn’t expect to reach a 1000 lmao

But I’m really grateful, thank you all so much for reading <3

I hope you enjoyed this too, tysm for requesting!

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Chapter 16

Summary: You and Connor deal with his newfound freedom and your romantic feelings for one another. Note: Finale time!!! Thank you to everyone who's taken the time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy the ending!! Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), afab reader, connor is a bottom ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ Previous Chapter ✧ Tease ✧

The next few hours passed in a blur. You stood idly by, patiently waiting to take Connor home. If you told yourself a week ago that you’d be watching an android give a speech to thousands of other androids about human rights, you’d laugh and institutionalize yourself immediately.

Reporters watched from the fences with hungry eyes, not daring enough to come closer. They held their mics as close as possible, straining to catch Markus’s speech. You could hear the faint sound of their cameras clicking wildly, despite being nearly a football field away.

If things were normal, you’d be freaking out about just how public the stunt you pulled was. The whole country, maybe even the world, knew just how you felt about Connor. You weren’t usually this open about your relationships, especially your romantic ones. But, for some reason, you didn’t really care how the world viewed you.

Snow fluttered gently through the air and landed on your shoulders. You stood shoulder to shoulder with the androids to watch Markus give his speech. The crowd watched, captivated by his calm but firm words. You were slightly unsettled by just how quiet it was.

Connor stood on top of a storage container with Markus and the rest of his inner circle. You recognized the blonde android from earlier, and the corners of your mouth quirked up. He looked so proud.

You felt the same flush of pride surge within you as you watched Connor. He deserved to be with his people. He deserved a happy ending.

Connor swayed slightly and winced. You furrowed your brows as you observed him. Something was wrong.

Your thoughts were confirmed when Connor slowly brought his gun out from his waistband and held it securely at his front. You shifted to look at the other androids surrounding you. All of them were paying attention to Markus.

Shit.

You had to be smart about this— causing a panic would only make things worse. But, you needed to get to Connor. Now.

You slowly navigated through the crowd, hoping that you could get to Connor before he did something rash. You didn’t know what you’d do once you got to Connor, and getting up on the storage container would definitely get everyone’s attention.

You just needed to take a few more steps, and then you’d be at the front. Connor began to slowly raise his gun. Why wasn’t anyone paying attention?

You pulled your own weapon. Maybe you could shoot the gun out of his hand. Markus was still continuing his speech, and your gaze remained glued to Connor.

Suddenly, Connor shuddered and blinked rapidly. He looked at the gun in his hand and furrowed his brows. Then, his eyes met yours. You raised your brows slightly, asking if he was okay.

He nodded, and it felt like you could finally breathe again. You returned your gun to your waistband and listened to the rest of Markus’s speech. You snuck a glance at Connor, and he occasionally caught you. You flushed and quickly shifted your eyes to look anywhere else but him.

After Markus’s speech, Connor made his way down to meet you. He slid his hands over your hips and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You ran a hand through his hair, “Are you okay? What happened up there?”

“Amanda.”

A shudder ran through you. Your time at Cyberlife was a distant memory, but you recalled the demand made by Elijah when the idea for Connor first arose. The only requirement was that he had to be obedient.

And he was… For a little while.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He shook his head, “It’s not your fault.”

You gave him a small smile. Connor was kind, even when you probably didn’t deserve it. You looked around at all the other androids rejoicing. Connor grabbed one of your hands.

“Let me drive you home.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “You should be with your people. Don’t worry about me.”

“I want to be with you,” he argued, pulling you closer to him. You pursed your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer; he was programmed to be persistent, after all.

“Fine.”

He smiled, victorious, as he dragged you towards the direction of your car. You weren’t going to question how he knew where your car was, you were just happy to have him in your arms once again.

When you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline for the shower. You hissed as the warm water ran over the spot where Not-Connor hit you with your own gun. Asshole.

Steam billowed from the bathroom as you exited, pulling your towel closer. Connor was sitting on your couch, flipping through the various newsreels. He muted the TV and turned to look at you. His gaze flitted over your bare shoulders and then to the small gash bordering your hairline.

“How’s your head?” he questioned, a slight frown pulling at his features.

You absentmindedly touched the spot and winced. “I’ll be fine. It’s better now that I cleaned it,” you replied before heading into your bedroom to get changed.

You joined Connor on the couch after changing, sitting on the opposite end and focusing your attention on the newscaster. A shaky video of you running across the plaza toward Connor played, and you flushed. Is that really what you looked like when you ran?

You were glued to the TV as you watched yourself crash in Connor and then to him putting you down and pressing his hand against yours, revealing the white plastic underneath. You watched as your form pressed your lips to his, and your cheeks burned.

“The whole thing was very cinematic,” you commented, fighting off a grin.

He shifted in his seat to face you, “Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing. I think people are worried.”

You frowned, turning to look at him, “Worried?”

Connor avoided your gaze. “Well,” he began, “you did run into what could be classified as a battlefield, and…”

“And?”

“What we did could be seen as inappropriate,” Connor murmured, rubbing his palms against his thighs. He still wouldn’t look at you.

“Connor,” you began, scooting closer to him.

He stood, his gaze planted firmly on the cushion in front of you. “They’re right,” he asserted.

It was your turn to stand, pushing away the anger that rose like bile in the back of your throat. “What are you saying?” your heart was hammering in your chest, and you wondered if he could hear it.

“We can’t be together.”

You stiffened. Your stomach churned, and you clenched your fists. “Is that what you want?”

“I… I don’t know,” he admitted, sitting back down. His LED circled yellow, and you sighed, sitting down next to him. You wanted to be angry. To scream that it wasn’t fair. To break down and beg him to stay. But you couldn’t.

You slowly took his hand in yours.

“You should be with a human,” he murmured.

“I want to be with you.”

“What about Detective Reed?”

His question caused you to snort, and he looked over at you.

You sighed, “Gavin and I... don’t work well together… We did for a while, but not anymore.”

He was silent for a moment before he squeezed your hand in his. “You should get some sleep, you must be exhausted,” he suggested, meeting your gaze.

He was right, of course. You could feel exhaustion weighing on your shoulders and causing your eyelids to droop.

You couldn’t go to sleep. You couldn’t let him out of your sight. Fear wrapped a cold hand around your throat, and you couldn’t breathe. He’d leave you once you were unconscious and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

He must’ve noticed your hesitation because he added, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You nodded, not fully convinced. You wanted to ask him to lay with you, just like he did after the Stratford Tower. You forced yourself to stand and not look back as you made your way to your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

You’d like to say that you couldn’t sleep, purely out of spite. However, your body betrayed you, and sleep overtook you almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You were restless and woke up at around noon.

You dragged yourself out of bed and fixed your bedhead as you padded into the living room. Relief flowed through you when you realized Connor was still there, right where you left him.

He rose from his position on the couch, offering you a small smile, “How did you sleep?”

“Fine,” you answered, eyeing him.

He swallowed hard and shuffled on his feet. “I… I owe you an apology.” You raised a brow, but he continued, “I recognize that my behavior was incongruous. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

You rounded the couch, inching closer to him. The corners of your mouth turned up, giddiness flowing through your veins, “Like what, Connor?”

He squeezed his eyes together and his LED circled yellow. You closed the gap between you and rested your hands on his shoulders. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down at you.

“Like I’m going to combust every time you touch me,” he replied, clenching his jaw as you let your hands drop to rest on his chest. His thirium pump hammered in his chest, nearly matching the pounding of your own heart.

“What do you want?” you questioned, tracing your hands down his torso.

He grabbed a hold of your hands, and brought them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. He kissed the back of your hands, attempting to catch his breath. He released your hands, and wrapped his around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer.

He leaned in, close enough that your lips were just a breadth away from touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to bring him closer, but he held firm.

“I want you,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Then have me.”

That was all he needed, and he was rushing forward to encase your lips in his. You ran your hands through his hair as you moved in tandem. Connor’s slid down your body to the backs of your thighs, and you jumped into his arms. He caught you effortlessly, tightly gripping the underside of your thighs as he carried you to your bedroom.

He pulled away, panting, as he laid you down on your bed and hovered over you. He hesitated, an artificial blush dusting his cheeks.

“Let me take the lead,” you suggested, tapping your fingers on his ribs. He nodded, scooting back and laying in the spot next to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Cyberlife had given him a certain appendage, but you figured you’d find out soon enough.

You grinned as you moved to straddle him, hands splayed over his chest. You ran your hands across the smooth fabric of his button-up, and his bioregulator thrummed against your fingertips. You leaned down and kissed him slowly, sweetly. Connor’s hands ghosted over your hips as your lips moved in tandem. You cupped his face, your featherlight touch bringing both of you impossibly closer.

You pulled away, panting, and drank in the sight below you. Connor’s lips were swollen, and he was gazing up at you like you hung each and every star in the sky. You leaned down and pressed one last kiss against his lips. You dipped your head down to brush light kisses to the column of his throat, and your fingers fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt. You grinned against his flushed skin as you successfully undid the last button, and nipped at the tempting expanse of newly exposed skin.

“You’re perfect,” you whispered as your fingers danced against the bare skin of his ribs, and he shuddered against your touch.

“Cyberlife designed me t—”

You cut him off by sliding down and dotting his torso with kisses and lovebites. Connor’s breath gets caught in the back of his throat when you rub a hand over the dent in his pants, and he instinctively juts his hips into your palm. That answers that question.

“So eager,” you hum, slowly unbuckling his belt. Connor gripped the sheets as you slowly, agonizingly pull down the zipper to his dress pants. You were definitely enjoying teasing him.

“Please,” Connor groaned, arching his head into the pillow beneath him. An artificial blush spread across his cheeks as he begged, and gazed up at you through his lashes.

You grinned and leaned forward, just close enough that your breath tickled the shell of his ear. “Use your words, darling,” you purred before pulling away and slowly tracing your fingers down his chest.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and replied, “Please. Touch me, Doctor.”

You finally granted him and yourself mercy and slip your hand under the waistband to his briefs, immediately finding what you were looking for. You release his length from its confines, allowing it to spring up in front of you.

You nearly groaned at the sight. His head was dripping, and you leaned forward to pepper kisses and featherlight touches along his length, eliciting a hiss from the android below you. You leaned closer, allowing your mouth to fully envelop him and swirling your tongue around the pink-hued tip. Connor groaned, shuddering underneath you. He bucked his hips, moaning as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth.

“I need you,” he whimpered as you bobbed your head, steadily taking more of him. You ran your hands along his inner thighs as he grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck and brought you closer to him.

You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, evoking a gasp from Connor as he arched his back. The sounds he was making had you clenching your thighs together, attempting to alleviate the ache between your legs.

You pulled away, licking your lips, and Connor whimpered from the loss of contact. He was so needy, and you loved it.

You got off the bed, just long enough to rip off your clothes, and you thanked your past self for wearing clothes that were easy to remove just in case.

You were back to straddling him in an instant, and Connor pulled you into a kiss, running his hands along your bare flesh. His hands found the supple flesh of your ass, and he squeezed. You gasped against his lips as you ground against his length.

“Fuck, Connor, need you so bad,” you whined, your thoughts running together. You brought your hand to where the two of you met and aligned him to your entrance.

The moan that escaped you when you lowered yourself down onto his cock was sinful. All you could think about was how perfectly he filled you. Connor’s hands roamed your body, urging you to move.

You rolled your hips, driving him deeper into you and watching as his eyes rolled back. You grabbed his hands, which had latched onto your hips, and pinned them above his head.

“Keep them there,” you commanded before moving your hips once more. You rode him like your life depended on it, lifting yourself almost completely off him before plunging back down.

“Ah!” Connor whimpered your name. “Just like that.”

You leaned forward, resting your hands on his biceps as you moved your body up and down, desperately chasing your high. Connor’s hips rose to meet yours as he pounded into you, and you gasped, fully letting him use you.

You reached down to where your bodies met and started rubbing circles on your clit, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your belly.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, resting your forehead against Connor’s shoulder as he thrusted deeper into you, reaching the spot that had you seeing stars.

Your release hit you like a semi-truck and you squeezed against Connor’s cock, causing him to groan. He came soon after, rutting into you as he pulsed inside of you.

You attempted to catch your breath as you slumped against Connor, your breaths intermingling. “Are you okay?” you ask, fingers carding through his hair.

“Yes,” he replied, breathless. “I think I like being deviant.”

You chuckled, lifting yourself off of him. You liked him being deviant, too. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the comforting whirring of his biocomponents. He ran a hand through your hair, wrapping a strand around his finger. All that mattered right now was his arms wrapped around you; you could worry about everything else later.

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Autumn 2023 Rumor Round-Up

Rumors and theories resolved October - December 2023

Confirmed

Sussexes want an invite to Royal Christmas 2023. (tons of PR from Meghan and Harry about it)

Charles to make a decision about the Sussex children's titles after Spare is published. (He took no action, which is a kind of decision...)

Harry's book finishes him with UK aristocracy and the BRF. (No invite to Charles's 75th birthday party, no invite to the Grosvenor wedding, excluded from the Sandhurst book, etc.)

Sussexes to get the Edward/Wallis treatment following Spare - e.g., only Harry is invited back, weddings and funerals only, no private or personal relationships. (Only Harry appears to be invited back and talks are happening through staff.)

Harry's book to be a financial disaster and incur very little, if any, profit. (Year-end publications from the industry revealed that Harry hadn't made back his advance and sales really struggled.)

Meghan wasn't invited to the coronation. (Markus papwalk)

Kate had two gowns for the coronation. (While it hasn't been officially confirmed by sources, the embroidery on her dress in the portraits is different from the embroidery on her dress worn to the service.)

Meghan crashed the US special forces ribbon-cutting event; only Harry had been invited to attend. ("behind the scenes" story from one of the organizers)

The Sussexes were not invited to Charles's birthday party. (didn't attend)

The Sussexes aren't invited to the Grosvenor wedding. (They told on themselves, clapping back with several "we're invited but we declined" stories.)

Busted

Spare's audiobook to be nominated for a Grammy 2023. (didn't happen)

Waleses Christmas 2023 photo is taken by Millie Wilkington. (didn't happen - she did a photoshoot in the spring of the family)

Fourth Wales baby to be announced via the 2023 Christmas card. (didn't happen)

William and Kate to have a fourth child, a girl, in 2023. (didn't happen)

Harry and Meghan separated, will divorce in 2023. (didn't happen)

Kate pregnant with twins, due in October 2023. (didn't happen)

Prominent UK families, such as the Churchills, will sue Harry over stories in his book. (didn't happen)

Meghan will hit rock bottom in 2023. (didn't happen; she's fallen down a few rungs - back to merching and pap walks - but she hasn't hit rock bottom yet.)

Sussex divorce after Harry's book tour obligations end in February 2023. (didn't happen)

Sussexes to divorce in November 2023. (didn't happen)

Meghan to leave Harry if he goes to the coronation without her and the children. (didn't happen)

Meghan is beginning her divorce PR with the Markus papwalk on coronation weekend. (didn't happen)

Sussex divorce announcement timed for Earthshot 2023. (didn't happen)

Sussexes to divorce in 2023 and at the same time, the press superembargo on the children's births will be lifted. (didn't happen)

Harry to return to the royal fold for Christmas 2023 and he'll bring the children with him on the Christmas Walk to insulate from boos and cricitism. (didn't happen)

Sussexes to make a public statement in the summer or early autumn about their children. (didn't happen)

Waleses to face a press tsunami in autumn 2023. (They did get some criticism in the autumn, but nothing I would consider a "press tsunami." For reference, a "press tsunami" is an overwhelming critical coverage like the kind the Sussexes faced when they were in Australia. The Waleses haven't seen anything like that.)

Sussexes to attend Charles's 75th birthday party or other events. (didn't happen)

Meghan to re-launch The Tig in November along with Endgame. (didn't happen)

Sussexes to attend Royal Christmas 2023. (didn't happen)

Only Harry is invited to/will attend Charles's 75th birthday. (didn't happen)

The Sussexes will appear in the documentary made for Charles's birthday. (didn't happen; this rumor came from when we knew Charles was having cameras follow him, but before we knew it was about the coronation prep.)

Charles's family order to be debuted in the 2023 Christmas Speech. (didn't happen)

Sussex Christmas Card to be released at a time it takes attention away from Kate and/or the Waleses. (didn't happen - the Sussexes' card was released on Dec 15th.)

The 2023 Sussex Christmas Card to feature a previously-unreleased photograph of the children with Her Late Majesty. (didn't happen)

Charles or William to be named in the Epstein papers. (didn't happen)

Meghan to attend the Golden Globes 2023 as part of the Suits reunion. (didn't happen)

Plausible

The Netflix docuseries was meant to include the Sussexes' charity work but the idea was scrapped after backlash in real-time. (The Archewell "impact video" published in December 2023 of work they claimed was done in 2023 includes footage from appearances made in 2022 that were confirmed to have Netflix cameras present.)

The Sussexes have been banned from the Carlyle Hotel for their past behavior. (They haven't stayed at The Carlyle since September 2021 - the Mandela Day/UN appearance - despite having gone back to NYC at least 3 times since.)

The Sussexes plan to use Endgame's criticism of the BRF to bury the "Harry's Nazi uniform" storyline on The Crown. (There was an awful lot of Endgame stories published that weekend, but it could be a coincidence.)

Partially Confirmed

William to attend the December 2023 Sandhurst passing out ceremony. (He did attend a passing out ceremony in December, but it was for the naval academy, not Sandhurst.)

Kate excluded from Charles's documentary to avoid upsetting Meghan and Harry, the same way she was excluded from The Queen's documentaries. (Kate didn't give a "talking head" to the documentary, but then again, most of the royals didn't - only Anne gave an interview.)

Scobie's "Endgame" will pick up where Spare left off, and the Sussexes will have an overt influence on the material so they can have new material with which to attack the BRF. ("Endgame" didn't pick up where Spare left off, but we can tell the content was influenced by the Sussexes and the Sussexes did intend to attack the BRF with the new information.)

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