#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.

[milessunflowers]

Hello, Oli! May I request George & Yuki (polyamorous) with a reader going through a depressive episode? I did not know this pairing was a thing until that one ask Bear (I think?) sent and I love it!

Thank you :) (This is my... second request on here ever, so you might see something similar requested by me over on @jollyalpacafox 's page. I'm sure you two will make it unique though.)

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i absolutely can 🥮! also everyone go check put @jollyalpacafox bc fox is amazing and writes amazing!!

george russell x depressed!male!reader x yuki tsunoda

synopsis: how i think yuki and george would handle helping their boyfriend through a depressed episode and how they would take care of him

author's note: this is kinda me projecting lowkey but also based on how i have experienced my depression, so it might not be how everyone else experiences or handles depression. this does deal with depression, so if you are not comfortable with that, feel free to skip over it

it doesn't take them long to figure out how to help you when you get really depressed

they know the signs and know how to handle it without making you feel worse about yourself

usually, when they notice you not eating or shutting yourself away, they know that they need to do whatever they can

typically that involves yuki's cooking and loads and loads of cuddles

if it is one of your worse episodes, they have to grab your comfort plushies (if you have any), comfort shows from when you were little, the softest blankets they can find, and cuddle you from both sides

they let you cry against them or just let you stare off and disassociate

they make sure you take your meds (if you have any) and make sure you eat even if you don't want to

they keep you entertained and distracted

if they saw you starting to space out, they let you have some space and decided to clean up a bit

they would clean the room and kitchen before coaxing you out of bed to get in a bath so they could change the sheets and blankets on the bed

george would clean up the bed while yuki helped you clean up

then they would cuddle you all over again

depending on how long the episode went on for, they would try different things

a lot of the time it would be the same process but sometimes they would get you out of the house for a walk with your dogs (if you have any)

they make sure you are well taken care of until you are back to how you normally are

it means a lot to you and you tell them thank yous over and over again

they are the sweetest and you couldn't ask for better partners

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[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”

[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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Thank you for reading sixty parts of The Rare Bookseller! I've been looking forward to this chapter for a while.

Next week, the aftermath of Fitz's kidnapping in 1905.

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[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)

[inkieflame]

how's lizzie dealing with her new situation in your lab au? what's she doing in her freetime, whos she friends with, anyone she avoids, etc?

(no pressure btw)

Content warning: implied repeated SA

Lizzie spends her "good days" pretending that she's still home, indulging in a delusion. She mostly hangs out with Joel and Jimmy, or she sits in the Practice Room doing various activities (The Practice Room is a space where subjects can exercise their various skills to make sure they don't get worse from underuse. They have things like workout equipment, cooking equipment, artisan equipment, and computers) She has memory problems, and has introduced herself to subjects several times in one day before. The only people she seems to remember are people that she knew before she came to the lab (Joel and Jimmy were the closest to her, but she also knew Scott and Oli)

On the "bad days" she's more self aware. She lays around in Joel's bed, or clings to him. She talks about how much she missed him while he was gone. She talks about how she wants to go home. She misses Meri. She's sorry she let the Watchers take her wedding ring (it was taken from her forcefully. She didn't have a choice)

Lizzie is not often rented out, but when she is, she tends to be very compliant. The Watchers have sometimes bribed her with permission to redye her hair, and that's enough to get her to do almost anything.

Her favorite renter is a man in a city about an hour away who likes the way she paints. He is in charge of keeping uptown clean and pretty, and he has her paint these massive murals across buildings and walls. These murals take several days to do, and he buys a hotel room for a week. According to the Watcher's policy, none of the subjects can be left alone for extended periods of time, so he stays in the room with her. Every few months he will rent her again and have her paint something new. Lizzie spends those weeks painting outside, and it's enjoyable. It's an escape. The Watchers can taste the dread on her when she eventually has to return.

But not everyone is that nice.

Some people take her to hotel rooms for other reasons. She has no wedding ring and she's too small to fight back. What can she do?

When she comes back to the facility, crying, Joel takes her silently to his room, red rage for the Watchers burning in his eyes. He lays helps her on his bed, and he works her into a clean new change of clothes. He gets an ice pack from the kitchen, presses it carefully against the red marks on her neck and chest. Eventually they subside.

She clings to his shirt, sobbing apologies, as though any of this was her fault.

She calls it cheating.

Joel calls it assault.

Gem is no stranger to comforting Lizzie. She's been in that place too. Not everyone is kind, she knows first hand.

"It's not your fault. You couldn't have stopped it. You didn't deserve it." She repeats as she soothes Lizzie. She is reminding both of them.

(oh, it seems I've word-vomited all over my post, oops. I didn't mean for it to be this long, but honestly I've been thinking about this for a while. Hey, are you the anon that asked for the Lizzie angst? Don't worry, I'm working on it lol. Just writing a oneshot about Martyn and Scott first, then I'll do some Lizzie/Joel angst)

[sotogalmo]

11:10 decem29 — 9:26 decem30

ANOTHER ONE. .... Before the New Years....

"The world keeps spinning, Among this sinning; Oh what a cruel and disgusting place

The purest moonlight Is bloodied by plight, And screaming resonants

But somehow I know, That it’s all for show

The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon

And we’ll all reach towards the moon. The broken is breaking more- Crying in uproar

This grey world has become our prison

Even the brightest stars, Like a meteor caving in. Shouting into the sky, For an ally among all this corruption

Even the strongest hearts, Being engulfed by the darkness

Fight, the universe calls. Let the star’s light refract into the Night, after all. This world’s never truly dark

Come together now. Let’s find a galaxy we can call Home, and let’s vow. To never let the moon’s light cloud.

The world keeps spinning, Among this sinning. Oh what a cruel and disgusting place. The purest moonlight, Is bloodied by plight And screaming resonants

But somehow I know, That it’s all for show. The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon

And we’ll all reach towards the moon; As one

We’ve only just, we’ve only just Begun

The vastness of the universe can’t be, out done. If we try then, I know we can, Defeat even the sun

Taking a turn for the worse, Minds going inverse, struggling under agony. Committing selfish acts, all in hopes to set themselves free. Banding together as one

Instantly undone, Over and over, it’s frustrating

So I guess it’s my turn, to step in and make them all believe

Smile!, the universe calls. There’s no time to let the bad thoughts Compile, after all.. This world’s turning darker still

Come together now. Let’s find a galaxy we can call Home, and let’s vow. To never let the moon’s light cloud.

Again

One more time, one more chance. Our final step into the great expanse. Let’s open the doors and To a new world let’s advance

But nothing’s as it seems. The liar has a scheme, Even so let’s make a stance And believe

One more time, one more fight. The clouds further darken this gloomy night. And death and life, Make their final cry as he connives

The world stops spinning around. The liar takes his mask down. And once again blood hits the ground, Sorry I let the moon’s light cloud

. . .

The world keeps spinning, Among this sinning. Oh what a cruel and disgusting place. The purest moonlight, Is bloodied by plight And screaming resonants

But somehow I know, That it’s all for show

The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon

The world keeps spinning, Among this sinning. Oh what a cruel and disgusting place. The purest moonlight, Is bloodied by plight And screaming resonants

But somehow I know, That it’s all for show

The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon. And I’ll be watching from the moon

As one. It’s only just, it’s only just Begun

Take on this world and prove to them that you’ve Won

We’ll cheer you on, from beyond. So stand and fight the sun

Join together as one. For those who’s time is done

End what we all begun."

NOW. I shall go crazy (song is "Believe" by Mcki Robyns-P!)....because holy fuck it's ....guh. It's giving me a headache (like actually)

The world keeps spinning, Among this sinning; Oh what a cruel and disgusting place. The purest moonlight Is bloodied by plight, And screaming resonants; obviously could be Dian's thoughts about what has happened in his life

But somehow I know, That it’s all for show. The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon, And we’ll all reach towards the moon.; THAT ONE PART IN ALL-IN, BABY HYUNA BABY HYUN-WOO AND BABY LUKA ALL LOOKING AT THE NIGHT SKY AND THEY ARE JUST. YEAH....... THINK OF IT. DIAN (Hyuna), Flor (Hyun-Woo) and Oli (Luka).... It's the childhood innocence. ....

The broken is breaking more- Crying in uproar.; just... Round 1? Or maybe the later rounds because it says "broken is breaking more", and that mainly only happens during the later rounds

This grey world has become our prison; stares at the mention of grey, and how innocence is more colorful and the garden reflects that because it wants to be Kind. But it isn't kind.

Even the brightest stars, Like a meteor caving in. Shouting into the sky, For an ally among all this corruption; Absolutely about Tov. I dunno, I feel it in my bones and besides. Dian and his whole view of life is connected to Brightness. He is Summer. He is Spring. He is Color. 'even the brightest stars, like a meteor caving in', sounds like something that would be in a Dian POV post anyway too.....

Even the strongest hearts, Being engulfed by the darkness; looks at the other ocs who love with their whole hearts......... Tallis.... Saachi.....for example...

Fight, the universe calls. Let the star’s light refract into the Night, after all. This world’s never truly dark; Absolutely can be about his views again. He is both hopeful but not naive and blind. "Sonic, you finally found your family. I know it hasn't been easy, but you didn't change who you are in here." / "Yeah, in my lungs." / "Or your heart." ... (I just watched the movie today). He's been thru HELL and back. But he didn't change for the worst or anything. He didn't let it win. He is fighting, til his very last breath. Light might be dim, but he's still around.

Come together now. Let’s find a galaxy we can call Home, and let’s vow. To never let the moon’s light cloud."; I don't know.. well. I do know that Aurien would be mentioned using "Moon" in this lyric. But inna way, this lyric is also just self-explanatory, yk?

And we’ll all reach towards the moon; As one. We’ve only just, we’ve only just Begun. The vastness of the universe can’t be, out done. If we try then, I know we can, Defeat even the sun.; Okay so now, Sun is in here too. But that won't be used to describe Solei. I think it would just be more fitting if it were describing the Aliens, because of the whole other stuff of the Sun (it's dangerous. But like a moth to a flame, you can't leave it alone. Even if you are dead)

Taking a turn for the worse, Minds going inverse, struggling under agony. Committing selfish acts, all in hopes to set themselves free. Banding together as one. Instantly undone, Over and over, it’s frustrating; A few using guns, a few missing shots, a few escaping death. And it's all selfish, because they've been taught to be selfless. But they have killed, they have dodged, and they have escaped. "Committing selfish acts, all in hopes to set themselves free".

So I guess it’s my turn, to step in and make them all believe; Just the same reason why I had previously named my stand-alone Dian playlist a title that was slightly like Solei's. Sun -> Candle -> Sparks. That's kinda the idea I had with Solei, Dian and Flor. If Solei is gone? Dian stands up and makes them all believe

Smile!, the universe calls. There’s no time to let the bad thoughts Compile, after all.. This world’s turning darker still.; now this was the one to SCREAM Dian to me inna way. Pushing thru your bad thoughts even as the world is falling to despair. There at least need to be a light. Not big or anything. But bright enough. A candle.

Come together now. Let’s find a galaxy we can call Home, and let’s vow. To never let the moon’s light cloud. Again; Okay, so now this one was the one that had me thinking a lot. In the whole. Aurien as the Moon again, but the mentioned "again". Its just. Aurien and her round, being saved by Solei, etc etc. But now Solei is getting quicker to death. That's the "again", part id say.

One more time, one more chance. Our final step into the great expanse. Let’s open the doors and To a new world let’s advance; i think now this is the part that can be about Nyx and Dian. Or maybe it's another one that's self explanatory ? Who knows

But nothing’s as it seems. The liar has a scheme, Even so let’s make a stance And believe. One more time, one more fight. The clouds further darken this gloomy night. And death and life, Make their final cry as he connives. The world stops spinning around. The liar takes his mask down. And once again blood hits the ground, Sorry I let the moon’s light cloud; Imo, this just makes me think of his reaction to Round12. Flor was showing weakness and yk.. "and once again blood hits the ground". "The liar has a scheme", ABSOLUTELY just how Flor went on stage all joke-y and clown-like. "Even so let's make a stance and believe" can just be how didn't connect some of the dots? "Sorry I let the moon's light cloud" seems like something that would be in a Dian POV post that can just be about ..the fact that Nyx and Dian have a child- yeah

—. . .

—The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon. And I’ll be watching from the moon. As one; The dead participants. SOLEI. That one ask I sent to the solei blog, of how I reblogged a post and tagged it as solei, and then another tag of "justice. For GOTHAM", just because it fits. And then para said in the tags of the reply how Solei fits for a Batman-esque character. And the fact that Solei is an owl is that moons are going to be mentioned a lot more. The "as one", makes me just think of the dead participants and solei together. ..watching the others to make sure that at least they can survive or just feel better at the moment. Even if it's a lie. "As one" they can at least help!

It’s only just, it’s only just Begun. Take on this world and prove to them that you’ve Won. We’ll cheer you on, from beyond. So stand and fight the sun; DEFINITELY ABOUT HOW NYX IS STILL ALIVE. ABOUT TOV STILL BEING ALIVE. But I also just see it as the dead participants cheering Dian on tbh. "We'll cheer you on from beyond" ...yeah

Join together as one. For those who’s time is done. End what we all begun; "end what we all begun", I imagine that some humans believe that the alien invasion was because of what they did to the planet they were living on. And that being pets is pay back. I dunno tho? It fits,but .yeah, I dunno how it would fit, but it fits because at the end of it all. It's a combined effort that leaves everyone else in shambles. Aliens do it, humans just show signs of how it affected them and it still leads to death. Honestly it isn't making any sense.. but yeah..

Dian belongs to @rockwgooglyeyes

[scumdrug]

sup i'm Oli :}

straw | insta | spotify | ko-fi

🔞🔞🔞

💥 fash scum and terfs can fuck right off. no strict dni list (just be normal i beg), i'll block if i feel like it 💥

i would prefer to keep this an adult space but if you have to, be at least 16 b4 you follow me, i draw some adult themes sometimes (gore and such, no nsfw) i'm a grown ass man. i can't tell you what to do, just stay safe on the internet and don't follow if it makes you uncomfortable. i'm not very good at tagging and tw's and such

oliwier | he | 21 | PL/ENG

💥 huge fan of metal music (black, death, sludge, nu mostly), grindcore, crust punk, skramz and shoegaze

💥 i love slashers and horror (especially cosmic horror) in general. huge jason voorhees enthusiast

💥 currently fixated mostly on postal, dmc, bloodborne, silent hill, cry of fear, winter soldier and dc comics :] i'm always down to talk about music though!

💥 i do not mind my art being used as pfps :} reposts only with credit tho please :]

💥 not posting much as most times i am actively trying to not off myself, i swear i'll have some cool art coming tho

💥 i have bad social anxiety and i'm terribly awkward so i may not interact much but i appreciate any reblog and interaction with my art! thanks! :]

[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.

———————————————————

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.

[louisliamforever]

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just noticed one of louis’s friends says he never sees louis cry and after the band ended he never saw him that upset before, bc “we”, i guess “we” as in their friend group, don’t usually show that type of emotion. i’m not pointing this out to diminish the friendship louis has with them in any way, but hearing that i couldn’t help but remember the times liam talked about knowing louis’ crying face and louis crying on his shoulder. i think it was mentioned louis cried on zayn too. i suppose it had to do with all of them going through this together, being in the band, their lives changing permanently after being skyrocketed to fame overnight, experiencing and being affected by things that no one else but them would ever truly understand, all while in a nonstop insanely high-stress high-emotion situation. so they saw sides of each other that under normal circumstances they maybe wouldn’t usually show to their friends. i won’t call it a trauma bond, because it’s def not that, but they obvs were put through traumatic situations and likely leaned on each other to cope and get through it.

i remember liam talking about how having each other in the band was like a buffer to the craziness of their situation and the outside world, and how he felt bad for popstars who didn’t have that. like justin bieber, liam said he felt bad for him bc jb didn’t have anyone else with him who could relate to or somewhat understand the situation of his life and what he was going through. it seems only natural too that some band members would get closer to each other than others within the band over time, like lilo did.

I genuinely feel that Louis is a multifaceted person that only shows certain sides of himself with certain people and very few people get the full onion with all the layers. Liam was one of those people and probably Zayn too, but I'm gonna be honest...I think it got to a point where Liam was Louis' safest person in the band by 2015 before Zayn left. That's just my opinion. I think he and Zayn were still close but in different ways before Zayn left. I think Louis and Zayn definitely had a close emotional bond at one point in the band but something shifted closer to Zayn leaving. Anyway I'm moving on from that.

So yeah Liam seeing Louis' cry face...I agree with all your points about the band and the situations they went through and what led to that. And lest we forget that Liam was never just one of the lads to Louis. He was always Louis' boy. I genuinely feel like even though Louis had Calvin and Oli around him all the time during the band and that Liam hung out with them that Louis showed a different side of himself to Liam when it was just him and Liam. That's why they could write good music together. You gotta be vulnerable with each other for that.

So yeah I'm not surprised Louis' lads never saw him cry until the end of the band. They were never those kinds of friends. They're the kind of friends Louis can let loose and have a good time with. Not the kind of friends you have deep emotional conversations with and that's what set Louis and Liam apart. Because they didn't have that kind of friendship with all of their friends and they're very private people who feel deeply and mostly keep those feelings to themselves. I wouldn't be surprised if they found it easier to be vulnerable with each other than even their own girlfriends sometimes.

[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

[multifandomrat]

urm... update?

1st! Drama!!! Ok so this super toxic boxton was literally sending death threats to the other boxton we had on our little group so. Yeah we ate✨️💅

Also.... WHY WAS I SO LAGGY!??!?!

Yeah. Not sure if I mentioned I got Brighty but I also got Flutter today! I'm super happy! Bout that

I don't really know what happened here. But I think it was some cult around a floating finn. So yeah.... slay ig? ✨️💅

We were tying to do a only scraps run. Oly me and the Calico Scraps next to me did it tho. And then we were talking bc they were at 2 heats and I'm like please be carful I don't want this to be a solo run (I'm lonely) I've been doing way to many... and then they die. So I die right after too

THIS IS ALL I NEED BESTIES!! I need Vee reaserch so bad! Omg. I'm gonna cry. *sigh* I'll be fine! Don't worry!

(BTW oc and au stuff will come out eventually)

Alright that's it.... unless you wanna hear a RANT!!

Okie... yall remember my friend that I'm stalking? 🥰 (Guy's don't take this seriously I don't actually know we're they live I'm stalking them online) omg like I really miss them!! I'm all like break!? Can you move faster please!? (pause 🤨) but like I really miss them! I keep telling my family how much I miss them and their all like "SHUT UP!!" and all like "Them this them that, I love them so much,!" Like I'm literally still here because of them... oops! But like fr I love them so so much and we're just a little group of gremlins though we all have different interests for example friend A likes Lego monki kid, murder drones, and friend B has those interests but I think in my opinion overworks themselves and sometimes I whisper I could just give them a bug old hug but NO! because 1) I'm to embarrassed to and 2) I'm not with them!!

Okay I think that's it for now pray for my sanity 🥰🎀!! Love you all!! Bye for now!!

[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.

[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???