#cooliver wip

[myrandom-fandomlife]

Okay I decided I’m just gonna post my cooliver fic as is and if you want more i’ll attempt to provide so ummm here’s my cooliver fic loosely based on wish you were sober by conan gray but title is from illicit affairs by taylor swift because it was supposed to be more than this

Warnings: underage drinking, cursing, making out (???), angst

for you i would ruin myself (a million little times)

They’re at a party they shouldn’t be at, drinking just a little too much, and dancing with girls that look like they came out of a victoria secret advertisement. They’re living every seventeen year old boy’s dream, so why can’t they stop looking at each other?

Oliver knew he was fucked the moment Cooper suggested they sneak out to attend some rich douchebag’s party who lived within walking distance of the Otto home. It goes the same way every time. They sneak out of their basement apartment together (which is shockingly easier than he expected), get drunk, and something happens.

That’s how he finds himself with a sweaty girl rubbing all over him while he’s making blazing eye contact with Cooper across the room. It’s the kind of look that means something more, sparking heat and making his gut twist. It’s the kind of look that should not be shared between two best friends while they’re drunk and dancing with women.

Cooper quirks a brow almost imperceptibly, but Oliver knows what it means: “Cut the bullshit– let’s bounce.”

Oliver gives a small nod and dismisses the girl in front of him with a brief whisper, starting toward where Cooper is already waiting for him at the door. It’s clear to him already that Cooper is much more intoxicated than he is. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is curling and sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes are shining in a silent plea to hurry so they can get home. Oliver thinks he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.

Oliver has an arm around Cooper’s waist, supporting him as he stumbles along. Oliver is more of a lightweight, but Cooper likes this. He likes not drinking so much that he forgets everything, but just enough that he can lean his head on Oliver’s shoulder without overthinking too much. He likes the way it makes him feel weightless, but there’s something a little sultry about him when he’s just the right amount of tipsy.

When the two boys arrive at the front door to the Otto’s house, Oliver gives Cooper his usual spiel on sneaking in quietly. He places both his hands on Cooper’s shoulders, forcing him to make eye contact, “Keep quiet until we are in the basement, okay? No stumbling, talking, giggling, anything that could wake mom.”

“I’m not that drunk, mi amor, I know the drill,” Cooper says lowly, and Oliver’s cheeks flush at the nickname.

Cooper smirks and Oliver rolls his eyes with a huff, “Really?”

“Really,” Cooper says faintly, because he’s leaning in and closing the distance between them before Oliver has the chance to react. When he does react, he’s kissing back enthusiastically, tongue poking out slightly to brush against Cooper’s lips.

This happens often now, when one or both of them are drunk. They make out sloppily, get themselves worked up, stop before it can do further, and then go to bed like nothing happened. They wake up the next day and don’t talk about it.

Cooper starts trailing kisses down the other boy’s jaw, causing Oliver to snap out of the haze he can never avoid when it comes to Cooper.

“Let’s take this inside, yeah?” He says softly, taking Cooper’s hand and leading him quietly into the home they now share.

When the door to the basement is shut, Cooper pushes Oliver into it, attacking his mouth once again. Oliver lets out a small noise of shock before melting into the kiss.

Cooper sighs into his mouth, “Missed this,” and then he starts kissing across his jaw again. Oliver’s head falls back at his words, and Cooper takes advantage of the access to his neck.

“No-” he pants, “No marks, Cooper.”

Cooper groans, “Love when you say my name.”

“Cooper,” he makes another noise at that, “Lets go to the bed.”

By the time they’ve stumbled over, their shirts are off and Cooper is on top of Oliver. He’s peppering kisses down Oliver’s chest and Oliver is trying very hard not to enjoy it so much. Cooper gets to his waistband and tries to tug it down, but is stopped by the other boy.

“Coop, we’re not doing this when you’re drunk.”

“I told you, I’m not that drunk.”

“This doesn’t happen when you’re sober,” Oliver snaps, immediately regretting his words.

Cooper recoils slightly, but doesn’t disagree. Instead, he rolls off of Oliver and on to his pillow.

Oliver starts to get up and go to his own bed but he’s stopped by a hand on his wrist, “Stay with me, Ollie, please?” Cooper says it in a small voice like he knows he’s asking for something he shouldn’t. He also knows that Oliver can’t say no to him.

Oliver stays.

[trobedgirldads]

very excited to announce the chapter titles for my upcoming multichap cooliver fic!

chapter one: we’ve done it all before, and now we’re back to get some more

chapter two: spectators of the show, always staying low

chapter three: one of us is lonely, one of us is only waiting for a call

chapter four: our last summer, memories that remain

chapter five: what’s the name of the game? can you feel it the way i do?

chapter six: what happened to our love? it used to be so good

chapter seven: la question c’est voulez-vous

chapter eight: thank you for the music, for giving it to me

epilogue: c’mon oliver, it’s only the rest of your life!

as always, you are heavily encouraged to theorize! also, these are what i have planned in my current outline, but as i write i might combine chapters if they’re short or things like that, so this isn’t set in stone :)

[not-that-syndrigast]

@powdered-kneecaps tagged me so ig we are doing this

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

[thiamblogger]

last line wip game

rules - share last line of a wip and tag as many people as there is lines.

tagged by the lovely @wolfboy88 :)

It was nearly ten and he'd done nothing with his day. As he began getting out of bed, he'd found the note. He didn't understand why Cooper had apologised though, because in his mind there was no doubt that he would go and meet with his father. Why wouldn't he? If the roles were reversed, surely he'd do the same, as would anyone.

this is for my cooliver fic, which is actually quite new to me since i haven't written anything other than thiam before.

as always, anyone who wants to join in, please feel free too :)

i'm still tagging people though - @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb @raekensarcher @honeyscapes @butttterflyana

[myrandom-fandomlife]

theoretically if i had a kinda unfinished little cooliver fic that i might keep working on with the right encouragement would it be received well if i posted it

[trobedgirldads]

might celebrate my birthday by finishing writing a wip that is pretty much nothing other than a makeout scene.

[trobedgirldads]

trying real hard to get this oneshot finished so i can post it for oliver’s birthday… wish me luck lol