#KEEP CRYING OLI JUST KEEP CRYING

[lukedrawzstuff]

Hi I'm the friend surprise

Evil giggle

for my murder drone fans (there ain’t many but I know there are some)

Me and my friend had made a Tessa au where she survived and such. Yes this is a way of coping, I will never recover after knowing my pure baby Australian girl was dead all along..

oh, and lemme know if you guys wanna hear the lore about it and stuff!! :))

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡A Sky Full of Stars♡

♡ Pairing: idol!dad!hongjoong x fem!mom!reader

♡ Genre: the fluffiest of fluff

♡ Summary: Just some sweet moments you share with Hongjoong when you and your daughter surprise him after their Coachella set.

♡ Word Count: 1.4k

♡ Warnings: If there's any warning it's that your kid has a name. I know some people don't like that. She's named after an artist Joong likes who I think has a pretty name so that's all babes.

♡ A/N: I set out to make this super fluffy summer road/beach trip fic with Joong but I sat down to write and this is what came out instead so I present to you some post-concert fluff and I hope it gives you all the sweet feelings it gave me writing it.

This can’t be real.

It’s all Hongjoong keeps repeating in his head as he steps off of the Sahara stage at Coachella. His ears are ringing, his heart’s beating out of his chest, his throat’s on fire, and he’d walk right back on that stage to keep going if he could.

It seems like only yesterday his group was fighting to debut; now they’re here, performing on a stage some artists can only dream of stepping foot on. The joy on his member’s faces. The sound of their fans screaming for them. It’s a special kind of magic he wishes he could bottle up and keep somewhere safe to treasure forever.

“Captain!” Wooyoung cheers, throwing an arm around him, “We did good?” Hongjoong looks around to see his members staring at him, his approval all that matters in the sea of praise thrown at them by staff. Hongjoong nods, wiping his face with a towel, “We did good!” Smiles perk up their exhausted faces as they drag themselves down the steps leading to the backstage area.

Stepping onto the grass, Hongjoong stares up at the infinity pool of stars that is the California sky. Just when he feels himself begin to float away, a faint tugging at his pants keeps his feet on the ground. It’s so faint that he almost questions if he felt it at all until Yeosang lays a hand on his shoulder letting him know, “You have company.” 

Hongjoong’s eyes dance their way down his leg to find a smaller nearly identical set of eyes staring up at him. All he’d done not to cry is for nothing when he sees the chubby glitter speckled cheeks of his little 2 year old smiling at the sight of him. “Olivia…” he gasps, scooping her into his arms, “What are you doing here?”

The other members gather around like moths to a flame. Of any fan they’ve ever had their niece will always be their favorite. Mingi squats down to eye level with her, pinching her cheek, “Hi, Oli. Uncle’s here.” “Oh look at these” San coos, playing with the two ponytails sat atop her tiny head, “So cute.”

Hongjoong holds her close to his heart, shaking the tears from his eyes. “Daddy cry?” she asks, touching his cheek. Hongjoong smiles, choosing to dodge the question rather than lie, “Um, where’s your mo—” “Here!” you say, hugging him from behind. You had every intention of announcing yourself to begin with but the happiness on his face seeing Oli was too adorable to interrupt.

That same happiness plays on repeat when he feels your arms around his waist. You weren’t supposed to be here. Your flight had been delayed twice and the baby was beginning to get fussy. Hongjoong had insisted you just stay home and watch the livestream. Just knowing you were watching would be enough for him but that’d never be enough for you. If you had to grow wings to fly yourself here you’d have done it to be by his side.

Not satisfied with simply knowing you’re there, Hongjoong reaches his free arm back to pull you around to his side. Time slows when he looks at you this way—like you’re one of the most precious things on this Earth. You’re one of two really, the other’s bouncing in his other arm with her fingers scrunched around his collar.

“Hey you” you beam, wiping a few rogue tears from his face. Hongjoong kisses you, soft lips pressed to yours in what has to be the sweetest, saltiest kiss you’ve ever shared. You don’t care how sweaty he is, only that you’re together. “Hey you” he smiles, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You shrug, playing it cute so he doesn’t kill you, “I wanted it to be a surprise.” Give him a heads up so he has ample time to play it tough? Never.

“Ahem,” Seonghwa interrupts, “Does that mean you were watching and saw…everything?” The guys look at each other, suddenly mortified at their onstage antics. “Oh, for sure. We saw everything. She’s gonna be an alcoholic now” you tease just to watch their heart’s sink. Hongjoong shakes his head at them, “Shame on you. For the record, my cup was water.” 

Jongho throws Hongjoong some vicious side eye, “Water, right. Oli, your daddy’s a liar.” “Daddy liar” Oli repeats with a giggle. You dip your head down to hide your own laughter as the guys hit an equally amused Jongho with their towels. Seonghwa casually swipes the baby away from Hongjoong to teach her how to throw a few hits. Hongjoong chases them down as if he’ll never see her again, “Be careful!”

“Joong, she’s fine!” you shout after him, “As long as Hwa has her…oh, no…Mingi unhand my child!” 

“Goodnight stars and goodnight air” Hongjoong reads, flipping the final page of a children’s book, “Goodnight noises everywhere.” He closes the book and Oli cheers, flipping it over for him to read again. Propped up in his lap as he longues in a barely comfortable hotel chair, it’s clear her miniature lids are growing heavy.

“Honey, it’s late. No more Goodnight Moon. Bedtime, okay?” His voice is stern, he means business, but so does she. Oli flips the book open, her hand rubbing the first page. Her bottom lip pokes out and he knows he can’t say no to her. “Fine but one more time and then bed.”

You emerge from the shower in time to hear the story start back up again. “In the great green room…” Hongjoong starts in his bedtime story voice. You move quietly around the room, listening to the story for what’s the 1000th time for you too. As you do, you steal glimpses of them holding hands, turning the pages of the book together. Hongjoong pauses to let Oli read or poke around the pages marveling at the illustrations.

“Is bunny?” she asks, pointing to a figure sitting in a rocking chair. “That is a bunny” he cheers softly, poking his two front teeth out to mimic a rabbit. Oli copies him—it’s sorta her thing these days—making you laugh so hard you snort. “Are you laughing at me?” Hongjoong jokes, his mouth still in perfect bunny formation. It only makes you laugh harder. Your two little bunnies, twins in every way they can be. Especially in their silliness.

You approach the them, planting a kiss on both of their foreheads, “You guys are adorable.” Hongjoong leans his head back, allowing it to rest in the palm of your hand. “You are too. So adorable” he yawns, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. A blink and you miss it moment of silence passes before he speaks again.

“Did I do okay, today?” he asks, his tone more serious now, “I don’t want to…I can’t let everyone down.” “God, no. You were amazing. Look at me” you demand, cradling the sides of his face to keep his anxious gaze from drifting. “You. Were. Amazing” you repeat, “Your fans are so proud of you and your members they love you. And that little bunny down there, she loves you.”

Hongjoong looks at Oli who’s fallen fast asleep against his chest, her hand still in his. “We both love you and you fucking killed it. If anyone says any different I’ll kick their ass” you promise and you mean it. “What’d I ever do to deserve you two?” he asks, kissing your inner wrists. You lean in close to him, your lips hovering just above his, “Exist. That’s all you ever have to do, you know?”

Your lips part to meet his and he welcomes them, sipping down feelings there are no words for and pouring the same into you. “I love you” he whispers and you smile. “I love you too.” Easing the book from between them with mom-like precision, you throw a pillow on the floor and take a seat by Hongjoong’s feet. You open the book and begin to read, not to Oli but to him.

Finally relaxing into the chair, he strokes your hair and listens to the sweet sound of your voice. He balances Oli on his lap, his delicate little gem who treats him like the sun rises and sets in his eyes. He’d long ago sworn that he didn’t think he’d ever have everything. What a frighteningly beautiful realization it is that he finally does.

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

I HAVE ALL DAY

sometimes my Beloved Mutuals will rb a post about a certain character archetype and i will have to physically restrain myself from saying “yeah you would say that wouldn’t you”

[hl-obsessed]

✨ (don't forget) where you belong by rippedgloves

(E, 38k) It takes less than two seconds before Harry all but throws himself at Louis, who still has an IV hooked to his arm and looks more fragile than a newborn. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Louis’ left arm circles around him to pat him in the back.

“Fuck, love, you scared me so much,” he murmurs against Louis’ neck, “I missed you.”

“Um, hi—Harry, was it?”

Harry can’t help but laugh, tears wetting his cheeks as he pulls back a little to look at Louis’ face, expecting a teasing smile. Instead, he is met with Louis’ confused gaze. His heart drops in his chest as he realizes that Louis isn’t messing with him.

“It seems,” Niall says, “that Lou is having a bit of trouble remembering certain things about his life.”

“Certain things,” Harry repeats, his tone flat, as he removes himself from Louis’ side. 

Louis is eyeing him curiously, his eyes wide and confused, and he looks a little worried, like he wasn’t expecting Harry to react like this—like he wasn’t expecting Harry at all.

*

or, the one where Louis wakes up from a coma and doesn't remember Harry.

If I Loved You Less by @allwaswell16

(E, 36k) Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm.

Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas...until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes.

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

✨💎 Something As Simple As This by frenchkiss

(E, 34k) Trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere after a blizzard derails Louis from getting home, he and the attractive stranger who owns the place have nothing to do but... well, each other. It would be a real shame if feelings got in the way, and even more of a shame if a secret about this stranger's identity turned both their lives upside down and inside out.

To Paint A Symphony by @lwtisloved

(E, 40k) Despite being a wedding painter, Louis has never had quite an optimistic outlook on marriage life. Love, sure, he’s a hopeless romantic and he longs for a sweet partner, to feel adored and cherished, but a part of him will forever doubt that love can last forever, a spark never lasts long, after all, so he paints because strokes of paint can remain forever and unchanged if looked after properly, cared and cherished the way he wished he could be, safe from an unsure future. Harry, on the other hand, as a performer and lyricist, indulges in pleasure. He loves love, never wastes a moment, never hesitates, always so sure of what he wants. Songs come and go on the radio, sometimes forgotten, sometimes transcending generations, the way people leave, and others stay. He never thinks of a future because he only ever lives in the present and he never was egocentric enough to think he could make a real impact and his art could outlive him.

At a wedding under summer skies and surrounded by endless sea, two seemingly polar opposite lovers meet, and perhaps one learns to let himself feel and fall, and the other lets himself hope and cling on.

✨ yeah, he's a looker (but i really think it's guts that matter most) by @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 40k) Five times Oli was asked to do something that was outside of his job description, and the one time he didn't have to be asked.

✨💎 Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2

(M, 38k) Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

✨ Full Moon Dreaming by @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 43k) Every month, Full Moon Dreaming reveals a person’s soulmate. Sometimes it’s an object or a place, or for the lucky ones, the love of their life.

Louis has given up hope of dreaming of a person, resigned to living a life devoid of that kind of all-consuming love for another and receiving the same in return.

But when a new neighbour descends on Louis’ beloved Hanson Bay and moves into the other beach house, could all that be about to change?

led by your beating heart by @missandrogyny

(E, 34k) Nick leans over. "Oh," he says, his voice smug. "Who is that?"

Harry just blinks at his phone. "Um," he manages to stammer out.

"Who's that, Harry?" Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he's not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another 'um'. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn't be any help right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch.

"Oh," Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry's distress. "Looks like we've got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?"

Her number. So Nick thinks it's a girl. Well, Harry can't blame him: 'Lou' is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist's name is Lou.

But this Lou, well, Louis, he's kind of, really, really not a girl. He's really pretty though, which, is something.

(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

Truebonds by @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 40k) Louis doesn't mind being an omega, most of the time. Modern medicine allows him to suppress almost all of his omega traits, but the one thing it can't suppress is his scenting cycle. Fortunately, that only needs to be dealt with every seven years and he counts himself lucky that he can afford the services of a reputable agency.

With his cycle due, he reviews the matched candidates and there's one alpha who fits all of his criteria, S28A. That's pretty much where things start to unravel.

Enter Harry Styles, scenter for hire.

Or the one where Louis is an omega in need, Harry is an alpha for hire, and destiny presents them with a fate they never saw coming.

You're Not My Type (still I fall) by @imogenleewriter

(M, 38k) Harry's stuck on the side of the road in a storm. Louis has a farm. Grumpy/sunshine AU.

You used to read me like a headline by orphan_account

(M, 35k) Louis leaves for war.

All that remains for Harry is the memory of him and the feelings he never told him about.

Six years later, Louis returns and Harry is confronted with past mistakes and the man he still loves.

Can they ever be the same again?

A story about overcoming mistakes and meeting the love of your life a second time.

All That You Are by @iamasphodelknox

(M, 40k) Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson meet on a civilian boat, taking them home after their rescue from Dunkirk. Harry is won over by Louis’s smile and his plea to write letters but would never guess the long stretch of war would give him something he never imagined could be his.

✨💎 Pretty Boy by @stfustucky

(E, 33k) Harry's been forced into a high-class prostitution ring because his heroin-addicted mother is too strung out to realize that her boyfriend is pimping out her son. Louis is the crown prince of England and gets into a lot of mischief and thinks it's normal to pay prostitutes to "get a good night's sleep." They probably aren't meant to see each other beyond that one random night, but then again, they probably aren't meant to see each other at all.

I Still Think About You All the Time by @nologiconlystyles

(E, 48k) Sometimes, it hits when he least expects; in the way sunlight filters through glass, that precise shade of blue that pierces straight between his ribs. Other times, it’s a dull, predictable ache; in the relentless weight pressing against his heart as Christmas eve approaches.

Enough time has passed that he’s no longer reaching instinctively for a hand that isn’t there, no longer calling out to ghosts in the dark of his empty apartment. But not enough, never enough, to count as moving on.

Harry knows every form "missing Louis Tomlinson" could take, and none of them get any easier to live through.

Always a Bridesmaid by @kingsofeverything

(E, 30k) While Harry’s friends are all getting engaged or married, he’s nowhere near walking down the aisle to his own happily ever after.

The night before his best friend’s wedding, Harry falls into bed with a silver haired stranger who makes him wonder what his own forever might look like.

✨💎 Something About Liminal Spaces by @kingsofeverything

(E, 34k) Searching for inspiration for his latest book, and hoping distance will help heal his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson heads to the village of Piha on the west coast of New Zealand’s north island.

There he meets Harry Styles.

Fifteen years older than Harry, Louis tries to keep his distance, but Harry is impossible to avoid and harder to ignore.

✨ hymns for restless stars by turnyourankle

(E, 38k) Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

✨ Someone to Fly Home To by @kingsofeverything

(E, 34k) Louis. 55 year old pilot who wants someone to fly home to.

Harry swipes right.

Or Louis and Harry’s marriage ended more than a decade ago, but fate keeps bringing them back together.

✨ We're What's Right In This World by @briannamarguerite

(E, 48k) “Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”

----

Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

✨ fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry

(T, 41k) Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him.

It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life.

When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died.

Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in.

He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?

My Hands at Risk, I Fold by yourgorgeouscolors

(E, 44k) "Sometimes, when Louis first wakes up, he thinks he’s back in the hospital, and panic hits him."

Or, Harry is a famous popstar, Louis is a famous football player and one injury changes everything.

This chemistry like candy to me by @larrydoinglaundry

(E, 35k) "It's just... Are you aware, that, uh... You're- You're kind of leaking."

Harry feels his blood run cold. The heart that was thudding so loud and fast drops to his stomach, and his shoulders hunch in embarrassment.

"Excuse me?" Harry asks once he manages to gather himself and recover from the shock. He automatically steps back but since he's already squeezed in the corner, it doesn't do much to put any distance between them, "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Wha- No. Oh my god, I wouldn't- No," The man says as he realizes the misunderstanding, and wildly gestures to his chest, "I mean your- Your chest. Is leaking."

OR

Harry is 8 months pregnant with a poor balance and traitorous nipples. Unfortunately for him, that is precisely when he meets a beautiful alpha in a packed London Tube. Fortunately for him, the said alpha might just be the best thing he has ever come across.

a little, then suddenly by @holdingontochaos

(E, 34k) Prompt 12: Gray-Asexual (demisexual) Harry falls in love and gets attracted to his best friend Louis after fifteen years of friendship.

✨🌸🌸🌸✨

part 1 (+ 50k) | part 3 (10-30k)

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 60: Fitz's Arrival

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tw: mind control, "kidnapping"

October 1925

The fog was thick and foreboding, the night chill and damp, as Alexander and Oliver made their way to the harbor district. Oliver was bundled in a fine wool coat lined with fur, a thick scarf and a practical hat, all provided by his master for his comfort, but he still felt a bit of the chill. Or perhaps it wasn't the weather at all, but his trepidation at meeting another vampire -- although this was, at least, one that his master trusted.

Alexander, on the other hand, seemed to have an unusual spring in his step despite the gloomy weather. Oliver thought that it might be the first time he'd noticed his master humming when it wasn't for the purpose of enthrallment. He'd been quite eager to get Oliver out the door, as well, explaining that his companion might get bored if he were left to wait long.

And so they were here on the docks with only a few dim gas lamps and a waning moon to keep Oliver from being as unable to see as when his eyes had been forced shut. Alexander had no such trouble, leading Oliver through the maze of crates and workers with ease.

"Hm, I thought he would be around here," said Alexander, brow furrowed. "Oliver, you wait here for a moment while I look around."

The last thing Oliver wanted was to be left alone in the dark. "But sir --"

A hand clapped over his mouth, an arm wrapped around him, and he was pulled backwards into the fog.

"Now, don't you worry," said a low, persuasive voice very near his ear. "You've got nothing to worry about. Trust me."

Oliver let out a muffled cry, hoping his master could hear, as he kicked at his assailant. He was unnaturally strong and the hand on his face was freezing cold -- a vampire, no doubt. His master's friend? But why would his master's friend…

"Ooh, you're more feisty than I expected. Just relax, okay? I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax…"

The hand on his face didn't feel cold any more, quite the opposite. A sensation of delicious warmth seemed to be radiating from the vampire, dulling Oliver's senses and enticing him to be at ease.

"There you go! Just be quiet," he said in a tone that made it very clear he knew the effect it would have on Oliver. "You can be quiet for me, can't you? So, so quiet…"

Oliver struggled to fight the twin effects of the euphoric touch and repeated hypnotic triggers, but he was rapidly losing. All his mind wanted to do was sink into this feeling of delicious drowsiness. "Master…" he called weakly.

"I told you, don't worry. Your master knows exactly where you are. Everything is going to be fine," said the vampire, and Oliver couldn't help but believe him. He certainly felt like everything was going to be fine as he slumped over in the stranger's arms.

The vampire removed his hand from Oliver's face, pinning him against a warehouse wall and running a gentle hand down his cheek and through his hair. The touch felt like nothing Oliver had experienced before, like cool, fresh water given to a parched man, drinking it in as much as he could and still not having enough. As the vampire became barely visible in the dim light, Oliver could see golden hair and a brash, confident grin, the face of a con-man who knew he was going to get away with it. He pressed his head into the vampire's hand, trying to get more of the heavenly touch, eyes half-lidded and already far gone.

"You were right, Lex," said the vampire. "He's absolutely ideal, a real treasure."

"Just as I told you." Alexander emerged from the fog. He looked calm, even happy, even though his thrall was currently very much in the clutches of another vampire. Even through Oliver's daze, he realized that this vampire really must be his master's friend, Fitz. "Have you had your fill of terrorizing poor Oliver, yet?"

"Terrorizing?" Fitz's laugh was as untrustworthy as his smile. "Why, Lex, I would never! Does your Oliver look terrorized to you?" He was practically pressed against Oliver now, brushing Oliver's hair from his eyes, running a finger down the side of his face and letting it linger on his lips.

Oliver could feel the euphoric delight of Fitz's touch even more strongly now, and with his master safely nearby and unconcerned, any desire he had to resist gave way to pleasure. "Mmm," he said, not even fully aware of how shamelessly he was nuzzling into Fitz's hand. His mind was fading away, only able to focus on how he needed more.

"You see, he's not terrorized at all. Are you, Oliver? Are you scared of me?"

"No, sir," he said, blinking slowly. "Not at all."

"I suppose you're all right then, aren't you?" said Alexander, and his master was at his side now, running his hand through Oliver's hair.

Oliver thought he might melt in this spot from the sheer pleasure, his knees growing weak. "I'm all right, sir," he said dreamily.

"Good boy," Fitz murmured into his ear. "You're very good for your master, aren't you?"

"I want to please him more than anything, sir…"

"Fitz," said Alexander with a hint of warning. "Do you really want to do this on a filthy, cold dock, when we could be entrancing Oliver in my library or bedroom?"

An involuntary shudder rippled through Oliver at the prospect of being taken into his master's bedroom to be entranced by him and his friend.

Fitz let out a dramatic mock sigh. "You have a point. I guess if I've been waiting this long, I can wait a little longer. Besides, I haven't greeted you properly yet."

"What do you mean…?"

Fitz relinquished his grasp on Oliver and scooped Alexander into his arms, twirling him around as though they were schoolchildren. Oliver shook himself a bit out of his trance to watch them. Alexander had a genuinely bright smile on his face in a way Oliver had never seen before, not even when Oliver was a free man and a shopkeep providing Alexander with a long sought after book, not even when his master drank. They kissed, and the kisses drew lower, down each other's necks…

So this was what truly pleased his master. Was it jealousy he felt? Perhaps he'd become used to being the center of Alexander's world, a comfort in captivity.

"They're always like this."

Oliver yelped at the voice right behind him, turning around to see a taller man with a plain brown suit and equally plain brown hair. He was dragging a huge steamer trunk behind him, and Oliver wasn't sure how he didn't hear this man's approach.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to startle you," he said. "You must be Oliver. I'm Roger, and I belong to the vampire you just… well, I suppose "met" isn't exactly the right word for it."

"Oh! You're a thrall, too?" Oliver was pleased that Fitz had brought along a thrall for him to talk to, especially one who seemed very put together. He held out his hand to shake. "It's good to meet you!"

Roger's handshake was firm. "Likewise. I hope my master's prank wasn't too troublesome."

"Well, it was surprising… but I can see now that he wasn't going to harm me."

Fitz, having put Alexander back on the ground, wrapped an arm around Roger. "My ears are burning. Are you talking about me?"

"I just think that you didn't have to manhandle Oliver by way of greeting, sir."

"How could I resist? You just don't understand how blood like yours and Oliver's smells. If you were in my shoes, you couldn't resist, either," He turned to Oliver. "But I guess I didn't properly introduce myself. I'm Fitz, an old friend of your master's."

"Nice to meet you, sir," said Oliver, shaking Fitz's outstretched hand. "My master told me a bit about you."

"About how handsome and charming I am, no doubt," said Fitz, using the contact to pull Oliver closer. Oliver could feel the drowsy trance stealing over him again as he mindlessly shook Fitz's hand.

"Perhaps, but also about how you can't leave well enough alone." Alexander's hands closed around Oliver's shoulders, and he gently pulled him away from Fitz. "We should head back to the manor, not stand on the docks until the sun comes up."

"Of course." Fitz flashed a cheeky smile at Oliver, and Oliver couldn't quite make up his mind about this vampire. He could feel himself crave more of that touch, and wasn't sure he liked the hold it already had on him.

"You're not seriously making Roger drag your luggage, are you, when you could easily do it yourself?" Alexander asked, taking the handle of the steamer trunk from Roger.

"Roger doesn't mind. That's what thralls are for, right?"

Roger ignored him. "Thank you for taking the luggage, sir," he said to Alexander.

"It's no problem."

The group began to make their way out of the chill and foggy docks and into the slightly more hospitable city streets. "So how was your voyage, Fitz? As miserable as you made it seem?"

"Miserable and more! There was a storm the first night. The seas were so rough that I could barely even stay put in my bunk. Roger here was an absolute saint, comforting me in my hour of need."

"I believe you spent half the voyage gnawing on my neck, sir."

"Just little sips! It calms the mind, you know," said Fitz. "And how have you been, Lex? Apart from the…" He gestured towards Alexander's bandaged hand.

"Fine, apart from the unwelcome visit of my sire. But we shouldn't speak of such unhappy things now that you've arrived. This wound will heal quickly once I drink, but I was making sure to save Oliver for the both of us to share."

Fitz's arms wound around Alexander's waist. "That's very thoughtful of you. We'd better get home quickly, then."

…So they were going to drink from him shortly after arriving at the manor. Oliver tried not to feel a bit of a thrill from it. He was less scared of Fitz feeding from him after his experience on the docks.

Soon enough, they arrived back home. Fitz spread out his arms and took a deep breath. "Ahhhh, how I missed that musty old library smell."

Alexander was taking his shoes off, and as soon as he had, Fitz had him pressed up against the wall. "We're not on the docks any more, and my patience has run out." He caught Alexander with a fierce, shameless, deep kiss, one which seemed to last forever. Alexander groped at his back, pulling him closer.

Oliver stared down at the floor, mortified, not sure what he should be doing, until Roger loudly cleared his throat.

"Ah, Roger," said Fitz, entirely too casually as he came up for air. "Why don't you and Oliver entertain each other for a bit?"

"Yes, that's a good idea." Alexander seemed strained, as if pulling himself away from Fitz required all of his effort. "You can have your pick of guest rooms on the second floor - Oliver can show you to them. And if you want any refreshments, the kitchen is all yours. We just have some… matters to attend to."

"'Matters to attend to.'" Fitz laughed. "You never change, do you?"

"No, generally I don't." He swept up Fitz easily into his arms and dashed up the stairs to the third floor, Fitz laughing all the way.

Oliver watched after them with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. He'd half expected the hungry vampires to enthrall and feed from him the second they reached home, and couldn't help a bit of disappointment that they hadn't. Perhaps that would come later. No doubt Fitz would be occupying his master's bed instead of him.

"Don't you think they're a bit ridiculous?" said Roger.

"Oh… I suppose they are, yes," said Oliver. It almost seemed a bit forbidden to admit that his master could be ridiculous, even though it had crossed his mind before. If he was going to have to accompany Roger while Alexander and Fitz entertained each other, he was glad that he seemed to be a very lucid thrall, unafraid of his master. That was a good sign, too, for what sort of vampire Fitz was. "Is there anything I can get for you? I could show you to a room, or if you wanted some food or drink…"

"I'd very much appreciate food and drink, if it's not too much trouble. The ship had ample food, but the serving times weren't ideal for a nocturnal schedule."

"Of course it isn't trouble," said Oliver, pleased to be helpful. "How about a sandwich, then? The bread is yesterday's, but we have some fine ham and salami and other trimmings."

"That'll do. Thank you."

Oliver led Roger into the kitchen, casting one last glance up the stairs, wondering what his master and his master's friend were doing now.

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in love with the mess - day nine

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, dirty talk), angst, drinking, fluff

length : 6.5k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy @broken0mens

a/n : Here's to hoping this is not as shit as my brain keeps trying to convince me it is. Also apologies to @veronicaphoenix​, maybe do some of the meditation you mentioned in your last comments before reading 😅

•••

day nine

I woke up with a headache, Oli’s arms around me and… a tongue on my cheek? It certainly had me more awake than my alarm did. With utter confusion, I pulled away, only to see Oli licking his lips. When my hand traced my cheek I felt something sticky that definitely wasn’t just his saliva.

“We forgot about the chocolate,” he laughed. “Looks like one of them melted and got stuck to your cheek.”

“And obviously your first idea was to lick it off me.”

“What can I say, I like to get my tongue on you.”

“Fucking hell,” I complained, but he knew I didn’t mean it. I still ended up pushing him off as he tried to reach for my cheek again. “Time to get up, Liverpool’s waiting.”

I didn’t want to look in the mirror. I could feel my swollen eyes, remnants of yesterday’s crying session. But it was no use. As soon as Oli left for his own room, I ventured into the bathroom, assessing the damage and trying to control it as much as possible with make-up. No one needed to see that far into my private life just from the state of my face.

I didn’t allow myself to linger, though. Getting ready, packing my things, shoving my suitcase into the trailer, catching a few more breaths of fresh air before bus call. It would have to do.

Noah was leaning against the wall next to the entrance of the hotel, sunglasses on even in the low light, scrolling his phone, looking bored out of his mind. I’d almost managed to forget last night’s text. The turmoil they’d added to my already existent worries. But it came crashing back now, with a single look at him.

Only, when I approached him, he seemed to pretend nothing at all had happened.

“I’m a bit fragile today,” he groaned, giving me a brief hug and a smile. It bothered me that I couldn’t see his eyes. And that he wasn’t acting differently at all. As if I hadn’t brushed him off yesterday.

“Are we seriously not going to talk about those texts?” I asked, more harshly than I meant to.

Noah looked nothing short of surprised. “Texts?”

“Do you… do you seriously not remember texting me last night? Fucking hell, Noah, how much did you have to drink?”

He sheepishly unlocked his phone again, scrolling through our conversation, the realisation dawning on his face. It quickly turned into what I could only describe as regret. “Fuck, it was… I definitely had some drinks.”

I craved being angry. I craved pushing him away, physically too, yelling at him for the emotional chaos he kept putting me through, but there was no fight left in me that morning. Not after last night, after I’d cried my eyes out to Oli, a resounding headache proof of it.

“You can’t keep doing this,” I sighed, resigned. I put a hand up to my forehead, pressing against the pounding that seemed to increase my the minute. “You can’t say you only want fun and then turn around and do things like these. It’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to any of us.”

Noah was reaching for me. I found myself taking a step back, but his hand still touched my arm and I let him. As I always let him.

“Aubrey…”

He didn’t get to say whatever was on his mind. A shy voice appeared out of nowhere - not really out of nowhere, but my focus had been entirely on the man in front of me - asking if Noah had a moment for a picture. His whole demeanour changed in an instant, my Noah was buried under Noah Sebastian from Bad Omens, happily agreeing but making sure the fan knew he had to leave for the bus soon. They’d snapped a photo or two when I noticed that her eyes were moving back and forth between the two of us.

“I probably shouldn’t ask,” she admitted, rushing her words. “But are you two together? I saw a picture online where you were holding hands and I just wanted to say that you look so cute together and I promise I won’t tell anyone if you tell me!”

Out of all the things I could have possibly expected, this wasn’t one of them. Noah and I? A picture? My brain rattled. Someone must have spotted us in Newcastle when I took him shopping. Where he indeed held my hand. And now there was a photo, possibly all over the internet, causing rumours of all sorts. I looked toward Noah, trying to hide my emerging panic. He knew I needed him to take the lead.

“Aubrey works with Oli actually,” he explained, putting his hand around my shoulders and pulling me close, which felt rather unnecessary in the situation. “We like to hang out. But thank you.”

It felt like a cop-out. He hadn’t outright told her that we weren’t a couple. But he also hadn’t said that we were. Somehow, I wished he had been more adamant into one direction. Either of them. Just to hear him take a clear stand, for once.

The situation was interrupted by someone calling my name now, someone from our crew letting me now it was time to get on the bus within the next five minutes. I gave him a nod. Noah was saying goodbye to the fan, waiting for her to be a certain distance from us, before putting his attention back on me.

“Aubrey…” he started once again.

“I’ll have to get on the bus. I’ll see you when we’re in Liverpool.”

I didn’t leave immediately. At least not until Noah gave me a sad nod and removed his arm from my body. It felt all wrong.

•••

All I wanted to do was call Lia. But knowing her schedule, she was in the middle of work. Plus, there was currently no place on the bus that gave me any sort of privacy and it definitely wasn’t going to be a conversation I needed anyone to overhear. Oli, on the other hand, very much was on the phone, waving everyone away who came close enough to potentially overhear. I ventured into the little lounge at the back of the bus instead. Lee and Mat were, once again hooked to the playstation. I wondered how bands had ever survived before tour busses offered consoles.

“Hey, stranger,” Mat smiled, beckoning me to come in and patting the seat next to him. “Long time no see.”

It was true. On tours we’d been on before, I’d almost become a staple to the group. Most of the time, if only what I thought was by association to Oli, I ended up hanging out with them more than the crew. But this tour had taken me for a toll. Not only had I been spending out with just Oli a lot more, Noah had also appeared in the picture and monopolised the time I usually spend with the rest of the band. I felt a little awkward, now, dropping myself onto the couch next to Mat, but he seemed to pay no mind to it.

I watched as they played, both Mat and Lee attempting to make a little small talk, but both of them also much too invested in winning their round to concentrate much on anything else.

“Fuck that, I’m getting some beer,” Lee announced, getting up and throwing his controller my way.

“Bit early?”

“We’re on tour, Aubrey, time doesn’t mean anything. Now take over for me and kick Mat’s arse, he’s been fucking annoying.”

I didn’t wait to be told twice, motioning for Mat to start another round. We both knew I barely had a chance against him - as much as I enjoyed the occasional game, he had insane amounts of practice on me. The only thing I’d ever beating him in was Mario Kart. I hadn’t let him live that one down yet.

“You’re keeping Oli on his toes, you know?”

I kept myself from turning toward him, questioningly staring at the screen instead, where I desperately tried to keep myself alive.

“Pretty much it’s the other way. I am working for him and he makes sure I don’t forget that.”

Mat chuckled next to me, “He has you running around a lot, hasn’t he? You’re also running around in his mind though.”

“Mat, that’s fucking cheesy,” I replied, so aghast that I looked away from the screen for a second to long. He didn’t waste any time finishing my character off. Putting his hands in the air with a noise of success, I stole the main controller away from him and made quick work of changing the game to Mario Kart.

“Not a lie though,” he laughed, letting me pick my one gaming strength without complaints. “He does care, you know.”

“He can be a fucking dickhead,” I replied, chucking the controller back to him and choosing a character with my own.

I mentally moved the pictures of him holding me and listening to my worries just the night before away. Instead, I forced myself to think about his teasing, about how non-committal he was, about how he never really seemed to speak his mind. Even when I talked to him and Noah at the pub that night, he simply agreed with whatever the other man had suggested and made a joke out of it. I hadn’t forgotten that.

“He’s trying,” Mat sighed. The countdown was on the screen now, briefly capturing our attention as we tried to get the perfect start. “I’m not sure if it’s showing, but he is. And he can’t fucking stop talking about you. The guys and I have considered making you a banned topic when we’re together.”

The blush rose up on my cheeks. I was well aware that many of my waking hours were spent thinking about Oli or Noah or both of them. Somehow, it hadn’t quite crossed my mind that it would be the same for them. The fact that I was occupying his brain even when I wasn’t around left a giddiness in me that I harshly chased away.

“I don’t know if trying is good enough,” I admitted, throwing another shell that hit Mat dead on behind me. “I’m not here to fix him or make him better.”

“You’re already doing that, just by existing.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever heard Mat talk like that. I didn’t want to linger on it, instead making quick work of crossing the finishing line with just a minor lead. Mat grumbled something about needing a beer, too, and how he kept getting tricked into playing Mario Kart with him as if he hadn’t willingly participated. He was almost out the door, when he turned around.

“By the way, what the fuck is going on with him and Noah?”

I bit back the smile. “I have no fucking clue.”

It wasn’t even a lie.

•••

Oli was a bundle of energy. We’d successfully checked in and made our way to the venue right next to the hotel, but no one was ready for soundcheck yet, so Oli was bouncing off the walls in between a few interviews, journalists coming and going as I sent him this room and that place to get it all done in time. It included reminded both him and the interviewers of the end of their allotted time when Oli simply wouldn’t stop talking.

“Coffee run?” Oli asked as we finally had a few minutes after the last interview. Bad Omens were busy soundchecking, leaving Bring Me with the later slot.

“Are you insane? The last thing you need is more caffeine.”

“At least get me some chips then. Being near the water makes me hungry.”

“How the fuck did you just change your mind from coffee to chips,” I asked, but I was already gathering my things to leave and figure out where to get what Oli desired.

“Don’t question the genius.”

“Alight, get your genius arse somewhere useful then until I’m back,” I scoffed as I left.

Luckily, my phone directed me quite easily to the nearest chip shop only a few minutes away on the dock. I made the best of the time and finally dialled Lia’s number, praying she’d be at her regularly scheduled break and available.

“What can I do for the number two angel in my life?” she greeted me enthusiastically.

“Only number two?” I tried to joke, but the words almost got caught in my throat. Just hearing her voice and feeling her love through the phone was enough to get me teary-eyed again.

“Oh, Aubrey, talk to me.”

She could always see through me so easily. It was eerie at times, but I’d grown so accustomed to putting on a poker face for so many people of my life that it felt rather freeing that I couldn’t even try to pretend in front of her.

“I’m in love,” it blubbered out of me before I could stop it. I dodged a few people who looked like they were heading to the gig tonight, keeping my head down just in case anyone would somehow recognise me. At least when I was on the verge of crying.

“And that is a bad thing?”

“Yes!” I almost shouted, briefly forgetting about my plan not to draw any attention to myself. “It is horrible. Because I’m in love with two fucking men who both told me they only want some fun.”

I wasn’t sure how long it took to fill her in with the happenings of the past days. Manchester already seemed like a lifetime ago with how much had gone down in the meantime. Lia was as quiet as she could be as the person that she was, which said a lot really, and I appreciated it. I simply needed to get it all out in one go before the nerve left me.

She stayed quiet for a little bit after that and I let her. I had long found the takeaway I’d been heading to, pacing back and forth in front of it, unable to keep still until I heard her judgement and, possibly, her advice.

“Two things,” she finally said. “One: Those boys are lying to you and to themselves because no one who just wants to get their dicks wet behaves like that. However, you can’t force them into anything they won’t admit to themselves. And unfortunately I have no way of telling if they’ll get a grip. I can offer to bash their heads in if they don’t though.” A choked chuckle erupted from my throat. “Two: You need to think about how much you can take and you need to be selfish. If your arrangement works for you, go do them as much as you like and enjoy it. But you’re hurting right now because you’re not getting what you need and what you deserve. And you’ve been down that road before. Don’t let yourself be destroyed just to be what you think someone else wants you to be. You’re worth so much more than that.”

“Lia, I…”

“Don’t answer any of that right now. Just think it over. I love you, okay? I need to get back to work now, but text or call me any time. I’m just a train ride away, always.”

I ended up with so many tears streaming down my face, the poor cashier at the chip shop barely understood my order.

•••

Noah was avoiding me, plain and simple. It was even that I’d actively attempted to speak to him again - after our short talk this morning and Lia’s reassurance, it felt justified to expect him to come to me if he had anything to say. However, it remained painfully obvious that he would turn the other way if he saw me in the hallway, move to a different room if I entered and absolutely refuse to make eye contact through it all. It was starting to grind my gears.

I decided to move back to Oli’s dressing room, spending the time before the show would start with him. At least he wasn’t running from me. He was sitting in the farthest corner of the room, facing the door, and yet, as soon as he saw me, he snapped his laptop shut so quickly I feared it was going to break.

“Secret mission?” I asked, brows raised, but never stopped approaching him. He made quick work of moving his stuff away from the couch so I could drop down next to him.

“You know it. Top secret. Highly confidential. Almost as well-guarded as our next album.”

“But hopefully not taking as long to reveal itself, whatever it is.”

“You’re a rude one, you know that?” Oli asked, but his tone was playful and his hand was messing with my hair. I swatted him away immediately. “Rude and annoyed. What’s up with you?”

I let out a massive sigh, much too big for my ribcage, and I felt the sting when I inhaled. One more look at the screen of my phone, but Noah still hadn’t given me any sign of life.

“Looking for jobs and places to stay again?” Oli guessed, incorrectly, but I didn’t want to tell him the truth anyway. The situation between the three of us was messed up enough, I didn’t need to come crying to him because of something Noah had or hadn’t done when he himself was involved with both of us.

“I would be okay with my few savings if it was just for the job search going badly, but now… A year ago, a would have just forced Lia to let me stay with her but she’s married and all honeymoon-ed up still and I’m definitely not bulldozing my way into that.”

I could tell he was thinking about saying something, an unhelpful comment, a plea for me to reconsider moving in with Lia temporarily, an empty phrase like it will work out, but I didn’t want or need any of it.

“Whatever. I’m done with the bad mood. You have a show to play and tomorrow we’ll be in Sheffield and we should concentrate on that.”

Oli grabbed my chin in his hand, dragging me toward him until he could place a kiss on my lips, his mouth so much softer than his fingers as they were digging into my skin. I let him, the way I let him do anything to me, turning into nothing but a soft body to do with as he pleased. It was over much too soon and I craved more, but I knew the time until he had to be on stage was ticking.

“Wanna do something fun?” he teased, smiling so brightly I could see the sharp edges of his vampire teeth peeking out.

“That sounds suspicious as hell, Oli.”

He leaned over toward the make-up table, grabbing a pencil I couldn’t quite see properly yet, before chucking it at me. Eyeliner. At least not the liquid type, but soft and waxy. I uncapped it and twisted a bit of it upward.

“Bet you’ve always wanted to do my make-up.”

The thing was - I did. I wasn’t particularly good at it, but I’d watched Oli paint his face, have MUAs do their magic, have him ask his bandmates for help if he deliberately went for a more smudged and untidy look. I’d always loved the way some black around his eyes made him look just that tiny bit more feminine, impossibly long lashes and gorgeous irises. I wasn’t sure how much of that he knew, but it was absolutely raising my spirits.

“Alright. Chair, now.”

Oli chuckled but didn’t resist, moving over to the chair in front of the make-up table and mirror. I surveyed what was available to me but ended up sticking with the eyeliner he had handed to me. It seemed like the safest option. Especially because I’d never put make up on anyone but myself.

I ordered him to close his eyes, deciding to start with his upper lid, and leaned down, but the position was hell on my back and the angle was weird. I tried to scoot another chair close, but then the distance was too large and my arm wouldn’t hold steady enough.

“Right, enough of that, c’mere.”

With a steady grasp, he held onto my hips, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. He looked awfully smug about it, too.

“I spend a lot of fucking time in your lap lately,” I mused, but I wasn’t really complaining. We both knew as much. My hands rested on his chest, the tip of the eyeliner almost threatening to touch his shirt and ruin it with black, waiting for him to resume his former position and close his eyes.

“Maybe it’s where you belong,” he whispered, pulling me closer, dragging his lips over the side of my neck, a feeling so soft and honest that I couldn’t tell him to stop just yet. His tongue was on my pulse point. I almost expected a bite to follow, something more harsh, him turning the delicate moment around, but it never came.

Instead, when he leaned back, mustering me but still not allowing me to continue trying to get some colour on his face, he said, “You should wear lipstick more often.”

My hand inadvertently moved to my lips, even though I knew they were bare. The only make up I was wearing had been meant to hide my cried out eyes from the night before, although some of it had shifted when the tears had returned on my call to Lia, but Oli never mentioned it and I silently thanked him for it.

“‘specially the type that stains,” he added.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “The type that stains?”

“Yeah. Not like the one two nights ago. Watched you kiss Noah and he didn’t even get a little bit of red on him.”

“Is that what you want? Lipstick stains?” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the thought. “All over you and Noah? Because I can make that happen.”

“Tomorrow,” he decided. “When I’m done with the social rounds back home and Drop Dead. I’m taking you and Noah out for dinner.”

I ignored the way my body craved to stiffen at the idea of meeting Noah. How I was still waiting for him to approach me, explain himself, apologise. We’d figure it out, in time. Surely. So, instead of letting my annoyance at him take over, I nodded at Oli.

“Tomorrow. Now hold the fuck still and let me do my work or you’ll end up with a fake moustache on your face after all.”

•••

I had just about finished drying my hair and pulling a ridiculously oversized shirt over my head after a shower that was so hot it probably would have left scorch marks on the devil, when a knock sounded on my door. The temptation to ignore it was high - all I really wanted was to fall into bed and ignore the world until my alarm went. But the knocking, once again, persisted, irregular noises that suggested whoever was in the corridor wouldn’t just leave.

Noah was drunk. I knew it immediately. It wasn’t the bottle of Hennessey in his hand or the smell of alcohol on his breath when he greeted me. It wasn’t even the way he leaned against the doorframe, not suave as he usually was, but clinging on for support. It was in his eyes.

“Fuck, Noah, what are you doing?”

“Lemme in, please?” His puppy dog eyes only managed to look like a grimace. “I just want to apologise. Really.”

He wasn’t completely gone and I thanked whoever was responsible for that because the last thing I needed was trying to maneuvre his tall ass into bed and holding his hair while he puked, but the drink had done enough to make him look at me differently, to hold himself with a different kind of effort. Maybe had done enough to make him be honest in a way he was unable to otherwise.

An older couple passed behind him, throwing me a questioning and potentially judgemental look at the way he swayed in my doorway, so I relented and pulled him in. No need for a public scene. Or people taking photos.

“Alright,” I decided, settling down on the ledge of my bed and pointing toward the armchair in the corner. “Sit and explain, then.”

I grabbed the bottle as he passed me, surprisingly not encountering any resistance or protest, and took a swing for good measure. Whatever he had to tell me, the alcohol would hopefully lessen the impact just a little.

Noah sat, as instructed, and while he was looking at me in theory, his eyes didn't meet mine at all. Instead, they hastily flicked between several places on my body, anything that wasn't my face.

“Aubrey, I realise that over the past few days my… my actions haven't been aligning with my words and, uh, you don't deserve to have me cause disarray in terms of your emotions-”

“Did you write that down and learn it by heart?” The way his stare awkwardly redirected to the floor only seemed to confirm my suspicions. “Fucking hell Noah, I don't need a fancy ass speech! I just want to know what the fuck is going on and I need you to stop being so fucking sweet to me when all you're willing to do is fuck me.”

I couldn't tell when I had gotten up but by the time I realised I was already pacing the floor. Noah got up, seemingly on his way to me, but stopped dead in his tracks.

“Fuck, dizzy,” he mumbled unhappily. Still, he reached out, stopping my movements with a single hand on my arm. “I'm sorry, Aubrey. I'll… I'll do better, I swear. I just can't stay away from you.”

“You don't need to stay away from me. I don't want you to,” I signed, grabbing onto his hips as he swayed a little. “You need to lie down, Noah.”

I had meant his own bed, in his own room, far away from me, leaving whichever bandmate he was rooming with that night to take care of him for the night. But I couldn't. I simply couldn't. Not with the way he was looking at me, allowing me to see so much hurt and confusion and need for something I couldn't quite comprehend yet. So I lead him to my own bed instead, once again helping him get undressed down to his underwear and tucked him under my blanket.

I wanted to be mad at him so badly and I knew he'd deserve it too. But my heart ached when I looked at him, so obviously struggling with his own feelings, wanting to do everything right and failing again and again. I didn't know if I would ever get what I wanted and needed from him. Lia's words echoed in my brain. But as much as it hurt, at least for the remainder of this tour, I knew I wouldn't manage to let go of him.

“Aubrey.”

My name tasted so sweet falling from his lips. Before I gave rationality a chance to take over, I lied down next to him, far enough away not to be touching, close enough to see every breath move his chest, every flutter of his eyelashes. His eyes were closing on their own accord. How long had he been drinking? The bottle wasn't all that empty but he could have started with something else. I wondered what had come first - the first sip or the overthinking. I was sure he had done plenty of the latter. How long he had sat somewhere drowning his sorrows or pleading the bottle for more courage?

“You deserve so much more than me,” Noah mumbled, pulling me out of my thoughts. I’d been sure he had fallen asleep already, but now, for a moment, his eyes were opening again, just enough to finally look at me, really look at me. His hand reached for mine, holding it so tenderly that I wanted to scream. That I didn’t care about what I deserved or what was good for me or whatever other bullshit he had to say, that I wanted him despite it all, because of it all.

I didn’t have to decide what to reply. Noah’s breathing had steadied, eyelids shut again, and from the slightest twitch his hand gave, I knew he had fallen asleep. Yet I felt more awake than ever, the sound of my beating heart the only thing filling the room.

•••

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed when I woke up, especially after having been so sure I wouldn’t find any rest at all that night. No light came in from behind the curtains, so I figured it was still night. Although with how gloomy this January was proving to be, that actually wasn’t much of a sign. The room next to mine, Oli’s room, was still silent as well. Hopefully he was getting some decent sleep. It wasn’t a secret that he struggled with that more often than not.

With the darkness and silence still enveloping the room, I questioned what had woken me up at all. The answer came rather quickly.

I had turned away from Noah in my sleep, but he had apparently disagreed with the distance it had cause between us because he had shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around me, keeping me safe and secure in his embrace. And then he moved, just the tiniest bit, and all I could possibly think about was the way I suddenly noticed his hard-on pressing against me.

My breath was refusing to escape my lungs. The sensation was so new, so intimate, so intense, despite everything we’d done before. When he moved again, a tiny noise leaving his mouth, I knew he was awake. Awake and trying so hard to keep himself in check. Which was the last thing I wanted. I could feel him twitch, could feel his slightly laboured breathing hitting the back of my neck, his strong chest molding against my back.

“Noah,” I whispered, grabbing his hand as it was pressed slightly against my belly. He stiffened immediately, as if caught out, and now it was him holding his breath.

But I wanted it. I wanted him. This simple situation had erased every ounce of resolution about potentially staying away from him. It was nothing short of impossible, all of a sudden. My body needed him in ways I’d rarely experienced, my mind spinning with the possibilities. There was nothing left in me that could refuse him.

“Are you still drunk?”

“I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing,” he answered, voice rough and low and sending tingles down my spine.

It was all I needed to hear. Pulling his hand higher, I put it over my breasts, allowing him to touch, allowing him to do what he pleased with me. Noah immediately responded by pushing his cock against my arse with force, now free of constraints, and I let out a pitiful moan. Both of us were only in our underwear, my shirt having ridden up to my waist in my sleep, and it still wasn’t anywhere near being close enough. He was growing harder with every movement, grinding against my body, kneading my breasts. I was burning with desire. I didn’t care about slow, or teasing, or romantic.

I led his hand down my body, pushing it between my legs so he could feel my growing arousal, the way I was starting to soak through my panties. It was almost embarrassing how quickly I got wet with him or Oli around, but I simply couldn’t help it. My body craved them with an intensity that had me ready to go in a heartbeat.

One of Noah’s legs slotted between mine to spread my thighs further as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear. He wasted no time finding my clit, just for a moment, before moving lower, pushing a finger inside easily.

“Fucking hell, Aubrey, you’re killing me.”

I whined loudly, already needing more as I tried to grind down on his finger to get that bit more friction. With every movement, every noise I made, I could feel his cock push against me. I wasn’t the only impatient one.

“Please tell me you have a condom on you,” I groaned, still moving with him, but needing so much more.

Noah didn’t answer, but he took his hand away, making me gasp at the loss, and turned around to where I presumed he had dropped his jeans on the floor next to the bed. I sat up, just for a second, to remove my shirt. I wanted as much skin contact as humanly possible, craving to feel him everywhere on my body, and the fabric had been an unwelcomed barrier. In a quick move, I also slipped my panties down my legs and discarded them, hoping he’d follow suit.

Turning my head toward him, I watched as he indeed removed his underwear and put on a condom with a moan.

“I went for extra lube,” he chuckled, “but I don’t really think you need it.”

Then Noah was back on the bed, resuming the position we’d been in before and I almost cried when I felt his dick press against me, between my legs, no clothing left between us. He lifted my leg again, his cock moving up and down my pussy in teasing motions.

“Fuck, please, just…” A moan interruped me when his tip bumped against my clit.

“Just what, angel?

“Fuck me, Noah.”

It was all it took. With his arm wrapped around me once more to hold me steady, Noah pushed in, slowly, achingly slowly, and I felt like I was going to fall apart even before he was in all the way. It was simply so good, so perfect, as if he’d been meant to fuck me all along, that nothing else in the world seemed to matter anymore but his body against mine, moving inside of me.

His thrusts weren’t speeding up. I couldn’t tell if he was lost in the enjoyment of the feeling or if he had set out to tease me to the point of begging. I wasn’t above it. I would plead him any day, if that was what he wanted.

“Noah,” I whined, trying to grind down on him, but the position left me at a disadvantage while his arm held me in place. He was pressing hot kisses to the back of my neck now, finding all my sensitive spots, moving behind my ear and down to the top of my spine. “Please, I can take it, I promise.”

He didn’t get any quicker, but every time he pushed into me now, it seemed to be with a little more force. My hands didn’t know what to do or where to go. One kept grabbing at his own hand splayed on my lower stomach, the other kept fisting the sheets. His kisses turned into bites, teeth tormenting the skin on my neck and I hoped it would leave a mark.

When Noah spoke again, his mouth was right next to my ear, his breath impossibly warm. “Yeah? Think you can? Want me to fuck you hard and fast? So you’ll feel me tomorrow? Gonna think of me every time you move cause I ruined your gorgeous pussy.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my arousal climbing and climbing into the impossibly. “Fuck me, ruin me, anything you like.”

Suddenly, Noah pushed me on my front, still buried deep inside me as he grabbed my hips but kept me in a lying position, a hand pressed to my shoulder blades. And when he finally kept his word and made my wishes come true, it was beyond what I could have expected. He was relentlessly pounding into me, moving with a speed and strength I hadn’t experienced with him yet. I took it all, willingly and happily, letting him fuck me into the mattress until I felt utterly brainless.

The room, so utterly quiet just shortly before, was filled with the sounds of hit skin hitting mine, my moans rising higher and higher with every thrust, and his low groans as he chased his own high. My face was pressed into the pillows, but it still did little to muffle my voice.

I was so close to coming undone, his dick hitting all the right spots, his hand still pressing me down into the bed, it was like I could taste the end.

“Touch yourself, I want to feel you come,” Noah ordered. How was I ever going to refuse? I shuffled just enough to get my hand between my body and the mattress and as soon as I touched my clit, I knew it wasn’t going to take much. “Fucking gorgeous. Taking me so well, like you were made for me. You look so fucking good with my cock inside you.”

When I came, it took me with such force that I felt dizzy, a ringing in my ears briefly quietening everything around me, to the point where I had no idea how loud I was or if I was even still making noises at all. Noah followed in perfect alignment, shuddering thrusts as he came into the condom and I craved so much for the barrier to be gone, to feel it all, to have it inside of me. He was loud, louder than expected, then his movements faltered. When he pulled out, I made a single noise of complaint, even though I already felt sore.

I stayed on my front, Noah somewhere beside me, our breathing slowly settling down again. I felt cold and exhausted, the sweat on my skin turning uncomfortable. Then I felt his hands on me, all assertiveness gone, simply soft and careful movements to turn me on my side toward him. His lips met mine in an unhurried kiss, sweet and slow. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. And when he pulled away, keeping me in his embrace and looking at me with those brown doe eyes that I’d come to adore so much, I knew that there was no way back to me. I’d fallen for Noah Sebastian, hard and fast, and all I wanted was to make him mine.

[applejuicefruit]

I really love your writings so I was thinking, can I request something similar for the ones you wrote where Olivier was reader’s neighbour and was protective over her but this time she’s dating Kylian but no one knows and she is still Olivier neighbour and one day her father stabs her or hurt her and she’s rushed to the hospital so that’s when Kylian and Olivier find out that you all know each other please? Like they really care for you💓 thank you so much

this request was 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️

kylian mbappe x reader / olivier giroud x reader (platonic)

tw: domestic violence, domestic abuse, blood, a lot of blood, olivier being the father i need in my life

She’s safe with me

Your life had never been easy.

Growing up with just your father after your mother passed away it was something you definitely never expected during your childhood. But here you were, just nineteen, living with your father while you were at your first year of college. You loved it there, studying art and photography, meeting new people every day, having your boyfriend secretly bringing you food and flowers everytime you had a break. Just your friends knew that you and Kylian were dating as you both wanted to keep your relationship private, you always hated the spotlight and Kylian wanted to keep you save from the media as he knew how invasive they could get.

So that’s how you kept it.

Kylian knew that everything about you.

Well, almost everything.

He didn’t know about the fucked up family you lived in. He only knew you didn’t have a good relationship with your father and that’s it. He had no idea of how your father laid his hands on you or how he spoke to you or treated you.

You knew he would be absolutely heartbroken or even mad at you for keeping something like that to him so you chose to not talk about it.

The only person who knew about this situation was your neighbour Olivier. He heard screaming and shouting almost every night, he heard you crying and begging for help and his heart ached everything single moment because he knew he couldn’t do much about it. He confronted you about it but you gently told him that this was about just you and your father so he dropped it, but, of course, he couldn’t help getting worried everytime he heard some strange noises coming from your apartment.

You knew Oli and your boyfriend were teammates but he promised you to not talk about it with anyone, that including Kylian too. Also because he had no idea you and Kylian were dating and you wanted to keep it that way and second of all because it wasn’t his business, as much as he cared for you he knew he couldn’t do much about it and he had to accept it.

One night things escalated pretty quickly.

You were home doing your homework, as you had a test the upcoming week and you wanted to be fully prepared when your father came home pretty mad because things went bad at work.

“Y/n” he called you from the living room with that scary tone and you knew he wasn’t bringing anything good so you simply ignored him.

“Y/n…” he called you again.

“What?” you shouted from the other side of the home.

“I remember telling you to buy me the beers” he said slamming down his hands on the table.

Yup. That’s what he told you that morning. Instead of knowing better that you had classes all morning he asked you to buy him some beers. Of course you didn’t. Your dad wasn’t alcoholic but you knew how scary he was when he got mad and a beer would simply made everything worse.

“I forgot…” you shouted.

You heard his footsteps coming closer and closer to your bedroom and in just a second he opened your door.

“You forgot?” he sarcastically asked.

“Yes dad I forgot…I’m studying for next week…” you tried not to teasing him a lot but you wanted him to hear you.

“I don’t care for what you’re fucking studying! I asked you to do one thing and you didn’t! You’re a disappointment y/n…I thought I raised you better” he smirked at you trying to provoke you but after years and years of replying back you knew it was useless so you didn’t say anything back.

Wrong thing to do. He was so mad that you didn’t say anything back that he threw you one of his leather shoes on your head.

“Dad! What the fuck!” you screamed back getting up from your bed. You knew it was a lost fight but you couldn’t handle the blaming and the hating once again.

“Don’t ever raise your voice to me!” he screamed at you coming to face you. You tried to show no fear but you were trembling.

“Well next time don’t throw your fucking shoes at me!” before you could scream back you fell to the ground as your father pushed you on the floor. His body overpowering you while he grabbed you but your neck almost suppressing your breath.

“Dad…” you breathed out as he left the hold on your neck.

The moment he stood up you ran towards your front door - all you wanted to do was escape that nightmare you were living.

But he was faster and stronger and while you tried to reach the door he reached you first grabbing you buy the hood of your jacket and he threw you once again on the floor, this time hurting you more and more because while falling you sprained your ankle.

“Fuck…” you hissed in pain.

“You are so dead!” he screamed at you while he threw a vase on the floor, letting all of his anger out “thinking you could escape uh? Thinking you could run to your perfect little boyfriend? So fucking pathetic!” he kept screaming. A few glasses hit your face leaving some scratches and blood.

What you and your father didn’t know is that the noise of the vase breaking alerted Olivier who was hearing every single scream you and your father were making.

“Sometimes I wished you were dead!” he shouted back at you and his words hurt you more than his punches. While you were still on the floor, shaking and crying, praying for everything to be over, your father grabbed you by the hair and made your head hit the floor so hard you almost passed out.

“I don’t want to see you ever again…” he said laughing before storming out of the door.

As he left you there all alone while your ankle was hurting and your head was bleeding.

“That’s how I’m gonna die” you thought.

Olivier still heard everything, how your father spoke to you and how you were crying. His heart was hurting, he always cared for you, sometimes he would invite you over for dinner or he would invite you as some of his games. He saw you like the daughter he never had and what hurt him the most is that he couldn’t do anything to help you. He offered you to stay at his place more than once, knowing how afraid you were living with your dad. He offered you his guest bedroom more than once when things got worse. He almost called the police twice but you begged him to not doing it. You begged him because even if it was your father hurting you it was the only family you had left after your mom passed. Olivier tried to persuade you of living with him, or accepting his help, but you didn’t want to feel like a burden for him so most of the times you refused.

This time Olivier couldn’t stand back. He heard your dad saying he wished you were dead and he couldn’t handle all the hate you were receiving so when he heard your father leaving the apartment he made sure to check on you.

“Y/n…it’s me Olivier” he gently knocked on the door. But no response.

“Y/n, can you open the door please?” he asked you in a soft voice. But still no response.

He got a bit worried as you weren’t replying but he knew you were there in the apartment.

“Y/n…I’m coming in” he said before opening the door.

What he didn’t expect to see was you laying half unconscious on the ground while your head was bleeding and your were softly crying.

“Oh my…y/n can you hear me?” he asked gently kneeling next to you. You couldn’t even reply back so you simply shook your head.

“I’m calling an ambulance okay? Hold on please…” he said while picking up the phone and dialling the emergency number.

Help came in just a few minutes and he rode with you to the hospital never leaving your side.

He was worried sick.

He got your phone with you in case someone tried to contact you or something. That’s how, once you were hospitalised, the doctors looked into your phone searching for your emergency list in case something happened to you.

Of course Kylian was the first on your list. And the one the doctors called.

When Kylian heard the doctor saying you were in the hospital and that he was the first number on your emergency list his heart dropped.

Why were you there?

So he stopped everything he was doing and rushed through the streets of Paris trying to make it to you as fast as possible.

Once there he asked for your room number at the reception and once the nurse gave it to him he ran through the long and almost too creepy hospital corridors.

“Olivier?” he asked his teammate when he saw him sitting in the waiting area.

“Kylian…what are you doing here?” he asked a bit confused.

“My girlfriend was brought here like thirty minutes ago…I was her emergency number…the doctors on the phone wouldn’t even wanted to tell me what was going on….” he said.

“Wait…what is your girlfriend name?” Olivier asked as he got his suspicion.

“Y/n…why?” Kylian asked.

“Y/n L/n…” Olivier whispered.

“Yes, how do you know her?” Kylian was beyond confused.

“I brought her here…she’s my neighbour…her dad almost beat her to death Kylian” he confessed as he watched Kylian eyes widening. His heart almost stopped.

“His father did what?” he screamed.

“She has been in this situation for a while…” Olivier confessed as he watched Kylian pacing back and forth.

“What…what are you talking about?” he asked.

“She didn’t want anyone to know…but her father laid his hands on her so many times I’ve lost count…I’ve helped her as I could and honestly I wished I could have done much more, she wouldn’t be in this position…” Olivier said.

“I had no idea” Kylian’s heart broke for you.

“No one knew Kylian…” he stood up gently patting Kylian’s shoulder.

A few hours later the doctor said you were fine and only had a concussion, but overall you were awake and doing good.

Kylian - of course - was the first one to see you.

“Hey baby…” he said sitting next to you on the hospital bed.

“Hi Kyky” you said in a soft voice.

“You scared me so much…” he confessed and you started crying a bit.

“I didn’t want you to worry Kylian…” you said as he hugged you.

“I will always worry for you baby…you’re the love of my life and seeing you like this make me suffer…why didn’t you tell me baby?” he asked you softly.

“I…I don’t know honestly…I’ve felt ashamed…my family was only just a bad and big mistake and I didn’t want you too see me as a mistake too…I just hoped it never got this far…” you cried into his shoulder.

“It’s okay baby…you’re so strong mon amour, I love you so much” he said while stroking your hair.

Olivier came next in your room and talked to you. He said how he wanted you to live with him and he absolutely hated the idea of you going back to your old home.

Olivier took care of you almost like a father and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“Oli can I talk to you for a minute?” Kylian asked him as they both exited your room to let you rest.

“I know you care for her…thank you so much for what you’ve been doing for her…for letting her stay. I asked her to stay but I feel like it’s too early and after she’s going through I don’t want to pressure her…but I see how you care for her, thank you” Kylian confessed to Olivier.

“I do really care for her Kylian, she’s like the daughter I’ve never had…seeing her in so much pain hurts me too…I’m doing everything in my power to help her” Olivier said back.

“I know…I just want you to know that she’s safe with me, she will always be safe with me” Kylian said.

“She better be or you’re dead Kyky de Bondy” Olivier joked as the boys got back into your room just to see you fast asleep.

Yes, your life sucked but you got a bit lucky in having not one, but two guardian angels looking over you.

[kaddyssammlung]

I will hide this, please only read when you are in a good mood or feel like you can handle a lot. I don't care if no one ever reads this I just want to write something down.

The topic is childhood sa

Okay a tough one. Me sitting here taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. Writing something down can help with calming down, too. So let me try this.

I often have pain or a really weird feeling in my most private part. Recently a did an energy work session that was really helpful but also really painful. It made me reconnect with why I feel so weird in that part of my body. Someone talked about giving birth and that her perineum ripped open while gave birth. That did something. It made my cry and it still does. When I feel into this and feel into that part of my body then I know that I also had this happen to me.

At the moment I have major impostor syndrome. I keep telling myself that certain things can never have happened and that I'm just making everything up.

I mean..it's not like I gave birth to a child so it's can be from giving birth but it feel more likely it's from something else.

I do have this visual of blood in my underwear when I was a kid and also a feeling of having to hide this from my parents. It's stuff like this that leaves me with so many questions. I mean how? Why?

I don't trust myself in a way. But when I feel into this part of my body then it's like...the pain is still there. Idk...I don't know what to do with it, that's why I'm writing this down. I don't want to make use of my shiny, sharp objects that I still have and just “run away” from this. If it's true then it's still over. I'm still here. Makes me think about what Oli Sykes sings “what doesn't kill you, makes you wish you were dead”.

I actually do feel a little better now.

Sometimes I think about taking a pen and a paper again and put stuff like that into lyrics / poems. I want to just scream out the pain that I am feeling at this moment.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Confessions from a workaholic

Haru couldn’t hold himself back around Olivia anymore, he decides to take action and finally try to confess to her.

Key word try.

Haru looked proudly at his display, a picnic blanket laid under the tree with floating candles all around it, he’s attached a swing set up on an outreached branch.

He still needed to pick up the food he ordered from that new food truck, it was a beef lasagne and a six layer chocolate and strawberry cake for their dessert.

The picnic blanket had an array of pillows on it, he brought spare blankets in case she got cold but he has convinced Towa to hopefully keep the temperature decent whilst he went on his quest. As well as getting him to babysit Peekaboo, hopefully Taiga won’t try to pick a fight with him otherwise it really would be chaos.

Rui had been kind enough to enlist Lyca to help them for the evening, even Ren (with the promise of not having to work there for the next three days.) was picking up the slack for the evening; Ren insisting he doesn’t want to see that pining lovesick face anymore , though depending on how this will go it might get worse.

He had already got changed into a leopard print button up and black trousers with a light purple belt and black boots. He had changed sixteen times already before Ren yelled at him and threw his approved clothing items at him. He had an orange Bomber jacket on as well, hiding a small package up his sleeve, his gift for Olivia-something he’d been stressing about for the past couple of days.

He took a deep breath as it was 20 minutes until sunset and 15 minutes till Olivia comes.

“Bahnti”

Activating his stigma he zooms to the truck to pick up his order.

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Olivia had got there early as Haru caught sight of her about to go into the reserve.

“OLI!”

He cheered running over to her, food in hand as his eyes bulged out of his head.

She was wearing a lilac short puffed sleeved dress that reached halfway up her thigh, a purple lacy choker around her neck and black boots as she shyly waved at Haru.

She had bright pink eye makeup on and lip gloss as she smiled at him, automatically taking a box off of his as he stood frozen, blushing as he smiled like a fool.

“You look beautiful Oli…cute-stunning-breathtaking hmmm~”

Olivia went a bright red giggling as she rolled her eyes at him as he pressed a hand to her back guiding her into the reserve, riskily holding the lasagne in one hand.

“You look amazing too Haru, you look so handsome!!!!”

She cheerily sang as she looked at him in pure adoration.

He was so distracted by her blinding smile and excited for their date that he didn’t notice the fox anomalous until it was too late, narrowly avoiding his arm getting bitten off again but in doing so he let his hold loosen on the lasagne causing it to topple out of his hand and fall all over him.

The fox immediately walking away after causing such chaos as Haru stared depleted at his soiled leopard shirt.

“Are you okay?!?”

Olivia gasped putting down the cake as she hunted through her bag, finding a handkerchief as she tried to help Haru clean the mess off, the later just stood trying to stop his oncoming break down.

“Do you mind if I quickly go change…I’ll be two minutes Oli-I’m”

He took a deep breath as Olivia took his hand gently smiling at him as she caressed it.

“It’s okay Ru, do what you have too~is there anything I can do to help?”

She continued to caress his hand as he just wanted to cry, she was so nice.

“I’m gonna get changed~do you mind having cake for dinner! I know strawberries are your fave Oli so hopefully, ahah!”

He took both her hands in his as he spun her around, her euphoric laughter cheering his soul as he left a sweet kiss onto the back of her hand and sped off to get changed quickly.

Olivia’s face was on fire as she tried to scoop the fallen mess of lasagne back into the box, the fox came back sniffing tentatively as she left a little out for it, it started devouring the bits that was left over.

He walked off after looking at her his nose in the air as Haru come zooming over, surprising Olivia as she shot up in the air.

“Ahahah Oli didn’t mean to scare you.”

He scrunched and unscrunched his gloved hands to calm his nerves, he was wearing a purple striped button up, his bomber jacket was luckily safe from the lasagne attack.

“Looking good Ru-you trying to match me?”

She nudged him as he grinned sheepishly caught red handed in his plan, both now wildly blushing as Olivia grabbed the cake. Haru guided her to the hill but both froze in horror as wild winds surrounded the area as Towa glared at Ren, Lyca was on the side holding peekaboo protectively as he spotted Haru and Olivia who just stared wide eyed at the scene before them.

The winds spun the floating candles around causing them to set alight to the tree and thus ruining Haru’s whole set up as a small hurricane of fire devoured everything.

Ren spotted them second, he was wide eyed as he shouted something at Towa , pointing at them as Haru stood mortified and embarrassed.

Towa turned around annoyed before his eyes locked with Haru’s. The inevitable rain pour came as Towa become upset, putting out the fire but lighting one in Haru as he was about to have a freak out, he was trying to scrounge up something positive but everything was destroyed now, the only thing left was the cake.

Before he could calm Towa down Olivia grabbed at Haru’s sleeve, smiling awkwardly as she could see the breakdown incoming.

The two getting completely soaked as the torrential rain felt like it wanted to drown them or maybe just the one Towa calls wolfsbane. There was something romantic about it though as they gazed at eachother…he couldn’t help but think he’s a bit lucky to have Oli here right now just so he could see how pretty she looked in the rain-a crack of thunder suddenly reminded them of their predicament.

Haru was about to take off his jacket and put it on top Olivia to protect her when she stood in front of him glaring at the two in front of her. Haru raised his jacket over his head to cover the both of them as he leaned over her, becoming a makeshift umbrella for Olivia.

“OI YOU TWO CUT IT OUT RIGHT NOW.”

She screeched at them Towa freezing in place as the rain suddenly stopped, Towa lowered his head in shame, Lyca ran up to them panicked, Ren turned back to his task pissed off as he stormed away.

Haru stood impressed as Olivia glare turned soft as she looked at Lyca.

“He’s okay livia’ me and seaweed hair were going to put him to bed but then that guy came and it all went…”

He turned towards the burnt tree and destroyed picnic area as he glanced at the upset man behind Olivia.

“It’s okay…could you still put peekaboo to bed, we’ll deal with Towa.”

She smiled without smiling, checking with Haru that it was okay, he numbly nodded as he sighed, hair dripping with water as he pulled his jacket back down no longer needing to protect them from the disastrous rain, Olivia tried not to look as Haru looked undeniably attractive dripping wet as she stood forward facing, fighting off the blush that threatened to spread.

Olivia looked freezing but was trying to pretend she was fine as Towa hesitantly came over, like a child about to be scolded as he awaited for them to speak.

“Towa.”

Her hold tightened on the cake box and her voice cold as ice as Towa flinched at her tone, she felt incredibly bad about scolding him. Haru didn’t know whether to step in or not but felt more and more defeated as he kept looking back at the scene he spent hours planning. The sun was starting to set and he genuinely thought he might start crying, sometimes thing don’t go well in life but he kinda hoped this would have…

“Dandelion…”

Guilt dripping off of Towa as he hung his head in shame, Olivia sighing as she leaned back to look up at Haru.

“Are you okay?”

She asked gently eyes full of concern as Haru brushed some of the wet strands away from her face, feigning a cheerful smile as he nodded at her, she frowned up at him as she immediately clocked it.

“Towa clean up the mess please , me and Ru are going back to the dorms and we’re gonna devour this whole cake and have a good time!”

Olivia announced as she balanced the cake in one hand as she grabbed onto Haru’s hand behind her, marching towards the dorm as she dragged Haru with her causing him to giggle.

She was angry but not with anyone really…okay maybe a little at Towa-but Haru put so much effort into tonight though she doesn’t know why he set up tonight…but it seemed to mean a lot to him, something that’s made her heart flutter ever since he originally asked her as she had an inkling but didn’t know what to do with it.

“Oli, you don’t have to worry about tonight we can just leave it…it’s obviously not meant to be.”

Haru was unusually defeated, his usual positivity gone as he latched onto her hand, clasping them together.

Olivia ignored him briskly walking as he struggled to keep up, for a short girl she sure can walk fast.

She suddenly stopped sighing as she turned to him.

“If it all stopped because of a disaster…or a couple of disasters, everything would’ve already ended-if that makes sense…”

She fiddled with the box as he stared at her smiling as he walked over to take it off of her.

“Would you be okay waiting around…?”

He asked hopefully already knowing the answer but still nervous because of that 1% chance, she chuckled as she nodded before she continued making her way to the dorms.

“I’m gonna burrow some of your clothes tho-I’m freezing.”

Haru’s smile spread so far on his face he thought it was gonna split as he hurriedly followed after her, excitedly chattering away to her as she happily soaked in his words.

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They sat crossed legged on Haru’s bed, eating the cake as they shared a bottle of wine that Haru was given as a gift from Rui.

Olivia had dried both of their hairs, taking the oppourtunity to brush a hand through Haru’s soft hair. She stole a purple sweatshirt and a pair of blue shorts as she left her dress to dry in the common room radiator. Haru changed into a mustard sweatshirt and purple sweats, he took both his gloves off and took off his prosthetic, side glancing at Olivia to see how she’ll react but she just continued eating cake smiling gently at him as she felt herself go dizzy at the sign of trust he just gave her, he’s done it a couple of times before but it felt more intimate this time around…

He had her gift hidden behind his back, it fell out as they were getting changed and he almost cheered out loud as at least one other thing went well.

He had texted Towa to set up something in the caves as he stalled Olivia.

Telling her an abundances of funny stories and Olivia doing the same in return.

He finally got a text from Towa.

Towa:🙇🏼🙆🏼🌻🌸🌼⭐️🪸🔥🍷🍪

Haru: 😘😊❤️‍🔥

Haru finished up his story as he grabbed Olivia’s hand.

“Oli…today hasn’t gone very well…but I’ve planned something else quickly- if you’d come with me.”

Olivia eyed him curiously, grinning as she spooned one last bite of cake before nodding enthusiastically.

Haru breathed a sigh of relief as he covertly tucked the gift into his sweats. He shot up grabbing one of his favourite hoodies as he handed it to Olivia before grabbing one for himself.

She was extremely happy as she slipped into the hoodie, sneakily inhaling Haru’s scent as she huddled herself into it, trying not to blush too much as he slid his own one on. She clasped her hand with his as he grinned down as her, hurriedly pulling her along as he took her to the caves.

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“Holy Shit.”

Olivia gasped as she looked at the scene before her. They were deeper in the cave that what she’s been in before, an open sky ceiling as the stars sparkled down at them, a blanket and pillows set up for the two to star gaze alone with, a couple of rock pools surrounding them deep with beautiful shells decorated around them. A chilled bottle of wine sat next to the set up as Olivia gazed around.

Haru laughed at her surprise as he guided her to sit down, learning from his lesson before as he had Towa hang fairy lights all around them instead of the candles…it would make a good spot for the tour oh! Or even a date spot for the couples of Darkwick.

Which brings him to the next bit.

He let go of her hand and fumbled to grab the box that was safely tucked away.

“Oli…”

She turned to him smiling happily making Haru’s heart stutter as he gently placed the box onto her lap. She looked at him questionably as she unraveled the box.

Gasping as she tentatively pulled out the necklace, it was silver chain with a small garnet gem attached to it, Haru nervously waited as she just stared at it, before her face blew up into a deep red as she fumbled to put it on.

“Haru I-thank you so much I-“

Haru rubbed a thumb across her cheek dragging her attention to him as her hand held onto the garnet lovingly, her heart pounding a thousand miles a minute as she flushed even deeper when she met Haru’s gaze.

“I really like you.”

Olivia was the first to blurt it out, her eyes widening as she realised what she said as Haru chuckled. He leaned into her fiddling with the necklace as he grinned at the sight of her wearing it.

“I really like you too Oli…”

He leaned in closer pressing their foreheads together as she shyly looked up at him, he brought his hand back up tilting her head upwards as he pressed his lips to her, sharing a short but sweet kiss, Parting before kissing her once again, she giggled nervously in between kisses as Haru felt himself start to get addicted to her, something he knew would easily happen.

Haru wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his lap as he kissed her again and again and again- sighing happily before finally pulling away.

“Oli…”

She wrapped her arms around his neck as she nuzzled into his neck.

“Will you go out with me?”

She smiled into his neck, pressing a kiss to his neck as his breath hitched.

“I’d love to go out with you.”

She leaned up cupping his face as her face turned serious, Haru leaning into her touch bringing their faces closer.

“But…I might not be around for long…I-“

She hid her face into his chest as he froze for a moment before pulling himself together.

“Oli, I’m happy every second I get to be around you, if you disappear it will destroy me but I’ll get to have the memories of you with me forever and you of me…I have hope they’ll find a cure but if they don’t we’d regret never being together, at least allowing us some happiness-“

She sighed as she avoided his eyes.

“It’ll be painful.”

Haru hummed as he wiped a stray tear.

“I’ll be in pain for you.”

She frowned at his words as he pressed a kiss just underneath her eye-right where her mole was.

“And I’ll be happy for you-sad for you-in love with you…”

He pressed more kisses to her face as she gasped loudly at his confession.

“Would you do the same for me Oli?”

He asked point blank, his breath mingling with hers as she looked up at him in amazement. She hesitated for a moment and Haru waited with held breath as he thought she was going to walk off, but instead she pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling away and gazing with pure adoration into his eyes, she was so nervous for what’s the come-terrified of what the consequences would be for this decision as she pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Of course I will.”

Her voice thick with emotion as she wiped her tears away, Haru clutching onto her as he rocked her back and forth.

“I love you too.”

Her voice came out muffled as she hid her head into his shoulder.

They stayed like that for a while, the two being calmed by the trickling water and quiet as Olivia finally looked up at him.

Haru smiled down at her maniacally littering her face in a plethora of kisses as she started giggling Haru let out a sigh of relief as some of the tenseness slipped away. Haru leaned back going to lie onto his back as Olivia went with him. She snuggled into him as the two looked up at the night sky, Haru brushing a hand through her hair as she laid on his chest.

“We’re defiantly going to catch a cold…”

The two burst into tired giggles as the day caught up to them, exhausted but happy…for now.

[caliburn-the-sword]

fhh ch29-35

the emotional anguish is becoming too much i can't take it. also this is the most chapters i've read in a day by far. my brain is melting but it's okay. will i go forth and read even MORE after dinner despite this?? it's likely

why is the first thing i open my book up to is "rosalind used her street smarts and knifed up her face so that no one would question why she doesn't look like the picture in her falsified documents" she's so chaotic and i love her

YAY ORION'S FIRST POV POST-BRAINWASH POST-MEMORY LOSS FINALLY

oh fuck he has a headache we know what that means!! brainwashing incoming. he's gonna ragdoll poor alisa if he gets the chance

ooo we're getting memories

NO FUCKING WAY HE MET ROSALIND ALL THE WAY BACK IN FRANCE WHEN THEY WERE KIDS OMG

priest religious imagery is going hard once again. i promise i'm only frothing at the mouth a little bit

HOLY FUCK HOW CAN PHOEBE BE INTERRUPTED RIGHT BEFORE SHE TELLS SILAS THAT SHE'S PRIEST I WANT TO SMASH MY HEAD IN. literal mlb type shit istg

lmao i love to see celia yell at orion

"Rosalind widened her eyes [...] Her sister had developed an attitude recently. She liked it." um girlie the man your sister has been pining over has been yeeted into nationalist prison and is probably getting tortured and is also who lady hong wants. yeah i think it's natural that she's got a bit of an attitude fskjdhfns

orion is my favourite flirt omfg

omfg philas tension is so strong i can't take it anymore. i'm glad silas can see SOMETHING is going on. he's just gotta keep chip chip chipping away at phoebe's exterior

because silas isn't going to be suspicious at all when phoebe promises to distract the nationalists, only for their tires to be shot out by a sniper,,,,

it's been so damn long since we've seen oliver and between that and the anticipation i have for him i'm actually quite glad to see him get a pov chapter (shocker)

damn. last thing dear oli thought about was celia. that's so peeta coded of him to- (gunshot puts me down like the rabid dog i am)

"Silas was so prone to catastrophising, anything less always threw him off." he's just like me fr i want to cry

ORION STOP FUCKING FLIRTING WITH EVERYONE OMFG. first rosalind then roma then silas. by the end of this book he's gonna have rizzed everyon istfg (i love him)

SILAS IS THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART OF ALL TIME. i'm too lazy to type out his little inner monologue but phoebe/orion reunion. he is everything to me. i think i may sob

orion is sleeping in a bathtub fsfnaskjdfnh he's so silly he's so bbg i love him

DID ROSALIND JUST CALL ORION A WHORE AFKDJNA

rosorion need to stop being so tender. they're calling me single in like 10 different languages (which between the two of them i think they have that)

!! CANONICALLY DEMISEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC ROSALIND LANG SPOTTED !!

lmao kind of italian speaking orion spotted

"I still wish I could remember, because under different circumstances, if you told me you loved me, I would have kissed you." I AM SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW

"Even if the memories never come back, I'm going to love you again. I have decided to warn you in advance." SOMEONE CHLOROFORM ME I BEG. I CAN'T GO ON LIVING KNOWING THAT THERE IS NO ORION HONG OUT THERE IN THE WORLD FOR ME. WTF

mmmn rosalind is suspecting phoebe of knowing more than she lets on. interesante. can't wait to see how this goes

FSHNASND IF I GET AN ORION PROPOSAL SCENE IN THIS I MAY HIDE UNDER MY BED FOREVER

[tobiasdrake]

All or nothing. Either this works, or we just made things a lot worse. Again.

Here he comes. Everyone be ready if this turns ugly. We've never even tried to fight something that huge and hopefully we won't have to but violence is a party crasher sometimes. It doesn't care if it's invited; It shows up wherever it wants.

Look at that, Garl. All he needed was for someone, just once in his life, to be kind to him. And that someone was you. I was over here preparing to jab my staff in his eye until right this moment, but you were like, "Here, have some bread and be welcomed." You did it, man.

Ever since childhood, Garl's greatest aspiration was to one day set eyes on the Sleeper. That was it. That's all he wanted. He was fascinated by the legend and just wanted to see the Sleeper for himself. Just once.

This is so far above and beyond his life's goal. Look at what you did, Garl. And be proud of it.

Garl is great at naming things. He gave us Mirth. He gave us Kiln Mountain. (In more ways than one because he reshaped a geographic feature to make this happen.) I'm sure whatever he comes up with for you, it will be perfect.

Ho-oly shit, that made me cry again. I was not prepared for such an emotional answer. A little bit of kindness really can change a life.

...well, they can't all be winners. He's had to name a lot of things in his life.

Reaching for the stars with that request. As well you should.

This is it. We really are at the end of the line. Today is the last day of Garl's life. He will not see another sunrise. He'll be buried in the shade of our very first blasphemy: Those cookies he'd bake from the willow's sap.

Yeah, buddy. And this time, we get to do it at our own leisure, rather than rushing to our destionation.

It's pretty incredible.

He's on his deathbed, Zale. I think he can use what's left of his energy for whatever he wants at this point. He has minutes left.

Go ahead, man. It's okay. Close your eyes and try to be comfortable. Your time is up. You don't have to fight it anymore. Let these last moments be about you.

Violent retribution? Because that's on the docket no matter what. Call me Dweller of Grief because as soon as we leave Mooncradle, I'm going to go World Eater on Aephorul's entire timeline.

Travel, nothing. I'm going to hit the Sea of Stars like the flood that Mesa Island needed protection from. There's gonna be rising sea levels in the cosmos itself from my fury alone.

...nobody tell the sky council that I said that.

Violent retribution. You know me so well. I don't care of Erlina is the most powerful solar mage who ever lived; There isn't a celestial body in the sky that can protect them from my grief.

It's okay, man. You've done enough. You've done more than could ever be asked of you. Your fight is over. Try to enjoy your rest.

For the rest of us, there are only two things left to do. First, we grieve.

Then, we rage.

We have an apocalyptic promise to keep. Some people manage their feelings by bottling them up, so they don't have to feel so raw. I don't have a bottle to use. What I have is more like a grenade.

I am going to put my feelings into this jar and when we find Erlina and Aephorul, I am going to shake it up and smash it open on the ground beneath their feet.

[scumdrug]

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[talkfastromance4]

An Ashton & Posy Adventure--Luke&Lily oneshot

Just a fun little something before introducing the new baby!

Enjoy!

******

There’s a lot of commotion at the Hemming’s house when Ashton enters the door. Oliver is crying as he follows you around the living room, his arms up wanting to be held. You’re talking softly to him as you pick up toys. Posy is in the kitchen with Petunia trying to teach her tricks by dangling treats. Petunia is barking loudly. It’s Saturday so Lily is over by Cory and Ella’s. 

“Lovie, have you seen my wallet?” Luke appears from the hallway then swiftly scoops Oliver into his arms. He quiets a little but is still reaching for you.

“Should be where you always put it,” you sigh folding up a fuzzy plane blanket, “the kitchen counter. When is–oh! Ashton, how long have you been here?”

The three of you face Ashton, Oliver’s sniffling and rubbing at his eyes.

“Not too long,” Ashton shakes his head with a smile. “You remember me and Posy are spending the day together, right?”

“Of course we did! Sorry–” you take Oliver from Luke and he nestles into your neck– “it’s been a crazy morning.”

“Hey bug,” Luke calls to Posy, “did you see who’s here?”

“Huh? UNCA ASH!”

She drops the treats for Petunia who gobbles them up and Posy runs towards Ashton. He lifts her in his arms for a big hug, her little arms wrapped around his neck tightly. 

“Hi little one, are you ready for our adventure day?”

“Yes!”

“Go get your shoes, Pose,” you tell her. You’re bouncing Oliver and rubbing at his back. He hasn’t been feeling well and has been signing ‘hold me’ for the last week. He also has been tugging at his ears so you think he has an ear infection but you have to wait until Monday to go see the doctor. 

Ashton sets Posy down and she runs to her room.

“Does she have a bag?” Ashton asks.

“Yeah. It’s got extra clothes, some snacks, and her water bottle,” Luke moves into the kitchen to grab her red backpack. “Which beach are you going to?”

“Big Rock. They have cool tide pools she’ll like and we can collect rocks and shells.”

“She’ll love that,” you smile and kiss the side of Oliver’s head.

“Little guy’s still not feeling well?” Ashton pouts approaching you. He cocks his head to look at his nephew then rubs his curls atop his head. 

“No, so he’s extra cuddly,” you hum.

“I’m sure mama’s cuddles help a ton, huh buddy? How’re you doing?”

“Great! I’ve got a ton of energy all of a sudden so I’ve been cleaning the house.”

“Luke says you’ve got the crib set up in Oli’s room?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “With my due date happening in a little less than a month it’s too late to house hunt. Crystal keeps sending me links though so maybe after a few months we can go look at some.”

“And he’s still not talking?”

“Not yet. His hearing is fine, so that’s good. But with him being a preemie, he’s just taking a little bit more time,” you smile and stroke his cheek lovingly. 

“I’m ready! I have my matching hat!” Posy announces and she plops her green bucket hat on her head. She always stole Ashton’s. She also has her own small backpack, some books, and a bright blue mesh bag. In her excitement some of her books fell to the floor.

“You don’t need your whole room, little one,” Ashton giggles then makes his way over to his niece to help her pick up the books. 

“They’re books of rocks and shells! And I got a rock collecting bag,” she explains holding up the blue mesh bag.

“She’s been looking forward to your adventure day for weeks,” you smile. Your voice is softer now because Oliver has fallen asleep.

“I’ve been looking forward to it, too,” he smiles down at Posy. “Let’s take two books, okay? Which ones do  you want?”

She selects the one about shells and a Bluey book.

“Perfect. Ready to go, munchkin?” Ashton asks.

He gathers her things while she says goodbye to you and Luke. Once she’s settled in her carseat Ashton presses play on her favorite playlist and starts the thirty minute drive to the beach. Posy fills him in about school and her karate class and how Oliver can sign her name now.

“Where’s Auntie Kay?” she asks kicking her feet.

“She’s away taking pictures for her job, she’ll be home soon.”

“Can we have a sleepover again?”

“That’s a great idea and I know Auntie Kay will love it. We’re almost to the beach, Po.”

When they arrive, they use the bathroom first and then carry all of their beach belongings. Ashton mainly has everything until they find a spot in the sand. It’s a nice warm day with a cool breeze from the ocean.

“Can I take off my shoes?” Posy asks while he weighs down the blanket with some rocks.

“The water might be a little cold,” Ashton warns.

“I’m tough,” she plants her hands on her hips and has a little scowl on her face. 

Ashton can’t help but laugh because she looks exactly like you and Luke right now.

“Okay, we’ll try it. But if it is too cold we’ll both put our shoes back on. Deal?”

“Okay!”

With her mesh bag slung over her shoulders, niece and uncle walk along the sand holding hands. They collect a lot of shells and rocks and Posy loves wading into the water feeling the sand squish between her toes. They read her books together and enjoy their snacks while watching birds fly across the water. 

She even steals his phone and they have a small photoshoot with each other. Posy places her shells on his forearms so they’re in the circles of his moons and takes a picture of that as well. After a few hours they walk along the beach again.

“What’s that?” she gasps suddenly stopping.

“What’s what?”

“That noise!” 

She lets go of his hand and runs to a small forested area. Ashton runs after her, eying the place to make sure nothing dangerous was hidden inside. He hears something that sounds like chirping.

“It’s a nest!” she gasps and gets on her knees to crawl inside.

“Posy!” Ashton tries to grab her feet but she’s in the underbrush and he gets on all fours to follow her. “You need to be careful, you don’t know what’s in here.”

“Look! It’s baby birds!” 

The two of them gaze at a nest that is clearly broken. There’s only one small bird inside and Ashton knows it’s a little duckling. His eyes gaze around to see broken shells and racoon prints. The one small duck is chirping softly beneath the sand, sticks and leaves. 

“Hi buddy,” Posy greets softly and picks him up in her small hands. “Look, Unca Ash!” 

“Very nice,” Ashton says. He’s distracted trying to find the mother duck but it’s silent. Was the duckling abandoned? “Let’s go back to the blanket.”

They scramble out of the brush and back onto the sand, Posy is still holding the duckling. 

“He likes me!” she smiles gleefully as the duck fits comfortably in her hold. “We need to take care of him.”

“I don’t–” 

“Please? He’s only a baby,” Posy pouts up at him with puppy eyes. Ashton sighs.

“Okay. But let’s take him back to my house, okay?”

“Yay!” She skips away and Ashton has a fleeting thought of yours and Luke’s faces if Ashton brought back a duckling to their house. 

***

Posy found things around his house to put the duckling in, an old fish tank with newspaper on the bottom and a small dish of water. While he put away the beach things she went out in the backyard in search of worms to feed the duck. To Ashton’s astonishment, the little yellow bird followed her around in the grass. He then searched on his phone what to do to take care of a duckling but stopped so he could take video of the duck following Posy.

According to Google, ducks can imprint on humans if they’re the first thing they see and that little duck followed Posy everywhere. Ashton had her pose for pictures which he sent to you and Luke. 

“I love him, Unca Ash,” Posy giggles and nuzzles her nose against the ducks soft fuzzy head.

“What are you going to name him?”

“Philbert.”

“That’s the best name ever.”

Little did he know how deep and true the imprinting would be because when it was time to take Posy home, Philbert went ballistic in the fish tank. Ashton hoped you and Luke wouldn’t be too mad about bringing home a stray duck.

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[propertyofkylar]

More Oli questions! Dude's got me in a chokehold and as unhinged as an ensemble stars fan in the comments section on their wiki!

- Is he big on using/receiving nicknames?

- Since I'm obsessed with Rapeshire(DOL)... What kind of harasser would be Oli? Or would he be like that stranger with exhibitionist notes, but Oli would have different tasks, maybe doing something in front of the camera?

- Does he... Like... Have plushies? Like Grim..?

- Is he big on sharing? Like Darling has finished eating their food, but there are some leftovers. Would Oli jump in to use the same fork/spoon his Darling used to finish up Darling's food?

- Is he superstitious? Witchy stuff? Sacrificing a cookie in the same of Satan and his Darling?

- Is he a talented cook. Actually, is he good at housework/homemaking?

- Oli gets a chance to posses Darling's body for a day. What does he do? Masturbate with the body all day? Lmao. Wouldn't be surprised...

- Would he lie to impress his Darling? How far would the lies go? What's his reaction when he's found out but Darling acts like they knew from the begging because Oli is so pathetic?

- Any unusual/nasty habits?

- Would Oli resort to blackmailing his Darling to get them to date him?

- Is he a greasy man? Or is he pretty neat and hygienic?

- How big is his dick? What about stamina?

- Is there anyone Oli would love to punch in the face without any consequences?

- Oli's reaction to being stalked instead?

- How does Oli feel about excessive eye contact?

Beep beep, here's a question for you:

Why is sandwich meat round when bread is square?

YAY OLI TIME

he looooves nicknames. if you call him a petname of any sort he will instantly melt. and he always calls you stuff like angel/love/darling anything you like. he is a simp

in dol he would be a lot like kylar. always stalking and watching. with a little more confidence he would probably take creepshots and use them to blackmail you. also would be an annoyingly persistent customer of yours at the strip club/brothel. don't ask where he gets all that money from

not to like, babygirlify every single character i come into contact with, but i think oli has a few plushies. especially if you gave him one, he would treasure that. but he has a few that he snuggles with (he sprayed them with your perfume/cologne and put some clothes of yours he stole on them)

ohhh yeah he shares food with you. he would DIE for the chance to put his mouth on the same utensils as you. he also would eagerly offer you his food if you finished yours and were still hungry.

oli considers himself something of a realist but he is entirely wrong about that. mf has little self-awareness. superstitions make him anxious so even though he says he doesn't believe in them he avoids things like walking under ladders and such.

he wishes he was a good cook. he wants to be your perfect househusband. unfortunately he is a cringefail babygirl in everything he does so he fuckign burns water and tries to keep a clean house but accidentally mixes bleach and ammonia. siiigh but he tries though

okay. of course if he possessed his darling for a day he would masturbate just to know what it was like for you. he would stare in the mirror for so long memorizing every inch of your body up close and also take a lot of photos for his personal folder when he returns to his own body.he would do so many weird things...lick your body...

yeah, he would lie. he wants his darling to be impressed by him but there's really not much to be impressed by. he would lie as much as he could and would probably cry if darling found out. but he is sooo pathetic that it's actually kinda cute. like okay you little worm you just wanted to seem cool. i forgive you

*inhales deeply* nasty habits you say? other than his nightly routine of watching you via your webcam?? yes. absolutely. he has occasionally broken into your house and taken a few random things that he does weird stuff with. collects everything from used napkins and straws to bits of your hair. he's just a fucking creep. he's gross.

i think, if there was a chance for oli to gain more confidence, he certainly would blackmail his darling to go out with him. or maybe not confidence, just desperation lol. but he knows pretty much everything about you, and hacks into your computer all the time, so he could easily figure something out to blackmail with.

surprisingly, he's pretty hygienic. he's shit at taking care of his house but he likes himself to be tidy and smell good. he's already so fucking weird and everyone KNOWS that he's so fuckign weird that he doesn't want to give anyone more ammo. so he keeps himself neatly groomed. aren't you impressed by him?

oh baby been WAITING for someone to ask about this freak's dick. i think it isn't MASSIVE or anything but it is girthy as hell. and because he's a total loser virgin, he has pretty good stamina from all the jerking off he does. he can control his orgasms fairly easily. the first few times you have sex, he will cum very quickly because he's just so happy! but he's ready for another round just as fast.

of course. he would love to punch anyone who hurt you in the face. also, his coworkers. they're jerks.

he would be sosososo happy if you stalked him. like that would be his dream. you like him that much?? how special!! he has a very strange view of love...

it depends on the context. excessive eye contact with anyone else? weird. cringe. get it away from him. you staring him deeply in the eyes? most romantic thing he's ever experienced. he will never look away

why the fuck IS sandwich meat round. well. i guess like. salami and bologna are round right? but not all lunch meat is. like stuff you get from the deli sometimes. well i guess salami is round because it's like a sausage right? why am i taking this question so seriously???

[applejuicefruit]

Hi loveee Im literally obsessed with your writing so i thought i would submit a request 🤭

Could you write an Olivier giroud x reader!F magine where reader is sick bc of her period and he just take care of her

just overall A LOTT of fluff 🫶🏻

This was the request I needed since it’s currently my shark week 🥲

tw: period pain

olivier giroud x reader

Shark week

You were currently laying in bed while eating some chips trying your best to not to cry. The pain filling your lower stomach was hitting you very hard. Cramps and headache never leaving you from the moment you woke up this morning and what made it worse was that you were spending this horrible day all alone because your boyfriend Olivier was at practice and he would be home very late.

Your period pain was always the worst. You hated how it made you bloated and emotionally unstable. One moment you were happy and the next moment you were crying and screaming. All you needed in this moment was Olivier and his huge hands who always worked miracle on your skin when you were on your periods.

Unfortunately you had to wait a few more hours before he was at home again so you tried to sleep, tired and drained from waking up very early this morning due to the pain you were feeling.

Some noises coming from the living room woke you up so you decided to check what was happening, still too tired to even care if a thief just got into your apartment.

Your face lifted up when you saw Olivier making something to eat in the kitchen.

“Oli…” you hugged him from behind.

“Hey mon amour” he turned around so he could kiss you “you were sleeping I didn’t want to wake you up…” he said caressing your cheek.

“No it’s okay…I wasn’t getting much sleep anyway” you confessed and he looked at you a bit worried. He wasn’t there when you woke up this morning so he didn’t know you started your period yet.

“Is everything okay?” he asked you.

“What? Oh yes I simply got my period…not a joyful morning…not a joyful day at all” you laughed a bit trying to ease the tension.

Olivier knew you and he knew how much you suffered from period pain and he hated seeing you in pain.

“I’m so sorry baby…” he hugged you.

“It’s okay…it’s something I can’t do nothing about it anyway so…” you said keeping your head on his chest.

“But I can do something…” he smirked at you and you had no idea of what he was talking about “…why don’t you do to bed uh? I’ll get you something to eat and some pain killers and then we can lay in bed all night long watching some movies? What you say?” he said with a hopeful smile.

You loved how he knew you so good.

“I say it’s perfect” you smiled at him.

“Okay…go to bed baby…I’ll be right back” he told you and you went straight into the bedroom and laid under your fluffy blankets waiting for him to come back.

He came back almost twenty minutes later and he brought you your favorite dish. He got you some smoked salmon with some fries and you couldn’t believe he just cooked your favourite meal just for you.

“Thank you so much Oli…” you almost started crying if it wasn’t for him showering your face with small kisses.

He got in bed with you and he helped you laying between his legs, your head on his chest and his arms around your waist gently massaging and keeping you warm where you were hurting. You started to eat and started to feel a little more comfortable, probably it was only Olivier’s presence but he made you feel better in just a few minutes. You started watching your favourite tv show and once you were done eating he gave you some pain killers just to help you with your headache and cramps. You really weren’t fond of pain killers or medicines in general when it was about your period but you knew that sometimes they were necessary, otherwise you would be crying on the floor in this moment.

You snuggled more into Olivier trying as his hand went straight to your hair, gently stroking it because he knew how much you loved when he did it.

“You feeling better?” he asked you and you hummed to lost in the comfort of his arms.

“Thank you Oli…” you whispered.

“It’s okay baby you don’t have to thank me…you know how much I love taking care of you…and you know how much I hate seeing you in pain…” he said while his other hand went back on your stomach, massaging the same spot where it hurt the most. That gave you a sense of peace for a bit and with the pain killers kick in it you felt much better.

“Still…you didn’t have to do that for me…” you murmured.

“I love doing it…taking care of you is my favorite thing in the world” he kissed your cheek.

“You love it more than football?” you smirked.

“Yes. I love you more than football” he confessed and you pretended to be shocked. You knew that he would drop his football career if you asked him to do so. He would do anything for you.

“Fine…I believe you” you joked and he laughed.

“You better believe me future Madame Giroud” he called you and your eyes went straight to the engagement ring you were wearing, only thinking about that in a couple of months you would be the one in white.

“That sounds amazing…” you referred to the way he called you a few moments before.

“I know…” he whispered with a smile never leaving his face.

You got a bit tired and Olivier felt that so before sleeping you went to the bathroom and did all of your things, you took a quick shower and then changed clothes and when you got back in bed he helped you laying down as he scooped you into his arms so he could keep you warm. You fell asleep just by listening to the rhythm of his heart and that was your favourite way to fall asleep.

[siriannatan]

"Don't look, I look terrible when I cry," - ScfWhip

It's all @joifees fault, go and read Won't cry for you after this, it's really, really good :D

fWhip had as many reasons to be upset with Jimmy as the other. And they all started and ended with Scott. And have been building up from their previous server. The forced and botched reset they had to do because of a massive 'bug' did not help at all. Everyone was a bit annoyed with everyone because of that. Sausage almost didn't want to talk to fWhip for a month of the sluggish process of trying to restore their old world when they could not find Pearl. Gem was really tense whenever Pearl was mentioned. But things calmed down. Or fWhip thought so.

Then the whole warden thing happened and fWhip had that massive argument with Jimmy. And maybe accidentally mentioned Scott in it. And they barely talked since.

And then that Watcher Death Game happened. Just one 'session' as Scott called it, curled up on fWhip's bed. Looking miserable. Was enough to make fWhip want to drag at least three wardens to Tumble Town. Sheriff's house to be more precise. Of course, Jimmy fell in love with someone he was BOUND to and not the guy who actually cared about him. Tried his damnest to keep him alive without any bounds. If he didn't have to comfort Scott, fWhip would jump to warned luring instantly. Maybe invite Sausage and Pix into the fun. Not telling them his reasons of course.

He thought the end of the game would make Scott feel better. But it didn't. Jimmy did not drop this 'rancher' thing, annoying fWhip even further. Luckily for him, a mysterious rift appeared near the Old Capital and needed the admin's attention. 

When it was decided the rift, as they started to call it, was probably safe Oli decided to throw a festival near it. fWhip was mostly interested because of the debt the bard owed him. Some of his old dragon instincts were still deeply rooted in his brain - like love of all things shiny, especially gold.

Of course, fWhip was mistaken about the rift. Most of the other server's - bigger server's - players landed scattered across their lands. Including Jimmy's rancher...

fWhip tried his best being a good hosting admin. Did his best collecting all the Hermits as their shockingly small guests called themselves. Get them some starting stuff so they don't die until they are sure they can respawn. Scar quickly 'confirmed' they can but fWhip was still worried there might be a limit to it. Gave them a tour of the server and their nether... hub. And of course, had to watch Jimmy and Tango, his Rancher, reunite. He was just glad Scott wasn't there to see it.

He still found him in his house. All curled up and glared at him. "Why is he working here?" the king of colours asked. Undoubtedly about fWhip's newly hired redstone engineer.

"I'm just trying to keep him away from Jimmy," fWhip shrugged as he quickly removed his armour and most outer layer of clothes to join Scott in bed. He was undoubtedly upset that Tango was anywhere near Jimmy. If only fWhip was a tall, golden-haired bird-brained idiot... But unfortunately, he was a small, green, red-haired menace of a goblin genius. "I'm meeting with their admin and Grian tomorrow to try and figure out how to get them back home. They want back more than we want them gone," fWhip assured as Scott cuddled him instead of pillows and toy sheriffs piled on fWhip's bed.

Scott just hummed, burying his face in copper hair. "I should be happy he's happy, but all I feel is annoyance. It's obvious nothing I could do would make him think of me as anything but his friend. The husbands' thing was just a joke to him...," Scott complained and fWhip almost instinctively started grabbing and throwing the sheriff's away. Aiming to make them hit the furthest wall he could reach. At almost the other end of his house. It worked in making Scott chuckle as they squeaked against wood and stone. "I guess I'll just have to get used to being single... Lizzie called me that once, it still stings..." he sighed as fWhip ran out of sheriff's to chuck.

"Aren't you constantly flirting with Sausage?" fWhip voiced another of his points of annoyance.

"Considering his thing with Joel I don't think it can go anywhere. I'm not a kids person," Scott sighed, flopping to the bed and dragging fWhip along. "I think I'm out of options here..."

fWhip could feel his heart breaking into a million pieces. He wasn't even an option? "What about me?" he mumbled before he could restrain himself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He berated himself as Scott remained silent.

"Don't you like Jimmy too? Frankly, you probably have better chances..." Scott muttered with what fWhip let himself dare believe was a hint of hope.

"I don't... I just mess with him to get your attention," he might as well shoot his shot here. It wasn't like the situation could get any worse, was it?

"How long? How long did you..." Scott asked, voice shaking in a way that had fWhip wanting to punch himself.

"Some point in the last world... Don't even really know when exactly it started, I just one day realised I want to punch Jimmy for you and not just because..." fWhip admitted, curling up tightly on himself.

A heavy silence fell over them after that. fWhip was mentally preparing himself to be tossed against a wall and impaled with rainbow crystals. It'd be hell to explain why Scott killed him in the middle of the night but he would not take his words back anymore. He should be honest for once in his life. At least to Scott.

"I think we're both massive idiots..." Scott chuckled but fWhip had no doubts he was crying so He did his best to turn to see him. Hard task considering how tightly Scott was holding him.

He did find a chance to shift them as Scott tried to wipe away tears. It did end up with him straddling the other but fWhip was a bit preoccupied with Scott crying and helping him calm down to realise it. "Don't look, I look terrible when I cry," Scott pouted up at him. "You best make up for not telling me sooner.

If Tango had to look for fWhip the next morning and found him cuddled with Scott then so be it. Scott was more than worth of messing up fWhip's perfect schedule.