#para: oliver

[jeremybeacom]

Location: Oliver's Floristry With: @oliver-sereno

Jeremy was on his lunch break, eating a large carne asada burrito -- no beans or rice, only meat -- as he walked down the street, stretching his legs and getting some fresh air that wasn't laced with gasoline from his work at Bolt's. Sometimes he felt like eating with the guys there but a lot of the time they were loud and Jeremy liked his alone time and the quiet so he would go for a walk, usually ended up at a park or a bookstore or in this case, he was headed for the flower shop because he hadn't been in a while. It was usually always peaceful there and even if he didn't end up buying anything he did enjoy the strong floral scents.

So there he was now, at the front doors, tugging them open with one hand while he finished off his burrito with the other, shoving the rest of the food into his mouth and crinkling up the foil it had been wrapped in until it was just a ball in his fist which he tossed into a bin near the entrance, entirely oblivious that the sign on the door did not say 'open.'

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @arustysnake, @realmackross TIMING: Around 12 AM, September 10th. SUMMARY: Oliver decides to go for a late night grocery run. Unfortunately for him, the only other customer currently shopping is a very, very hungry Mackenzie. WARNINGS: Unsanitary tw, gore tw, vomit mention tw (nothing actually happens, but there is a mention of it), murder mention tw (rip kim k.) PREVIOUS THREADS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - Current.

Soft jazz rang out over the speakers as the doors slid open to an empty grocery store aside from a stoner kid who definitely didn’t want to be working. The fluorescent lights made everything brighter than it needed to be and almost hurt the shambling zombie's eyes as she entered the building with little effort. There had been no set goal on Mackenzie’s journey of wreaking havoc and consuming whatever was in her path. She just needed to feed and that was it.

Making her way down the aisles aimlessly bumping into things and knocking them off the shelves had caused a mess, but the kid up front had been lost in his own world listening to heavy metal not paying a bit of attention. The one thing that seemed to piss Mackenize off though was a cardboard cutout of Kim Kardashian that seemed to have gotten in her way. Growling with frustration, the zombie leaned forward and bit into the face of the smiling figure only to spit out the paper person in disgust with no sustenance to be found. And instead of waiting for Kim to fight back, she pushed the cutout down and walked over her, resuming her journey through the store.

—

How. How. Had he run out of… so much. Ollie had tried to write an actual list - his phone hadn’t charged, of course; the outlets were just that unpredictable, such a fun guessing game - before heading out, bleary-eyed. It was way too late for anyone to be walking around, nevermind along Worm Row. Even the locals didn’t wander at this hour. But he was, for some reason, too hungry to care. That’s what he’d been, the last few days. Hungry. He hadn’t quite placed it, at first, somehow; hard to, maybe, among all the other pinches and pangs he’d caught sleeping on a beat up mattress, on the floor, when he wasn’t tearing apart that old house from timbers to tiles. But tonight, sleepless and losing the argument with himself as to how tired he was, how he really ought to just be able to pass out and rest, please, he’d attempted to midnight snack himself to sleep. And found the fridge… weirdly bare. 

So. Fine. Problem-solving. That’s what he was doing, standing, in an absolute daze, in the tiny dairy etc. aisle, wondering why there were no more eggs. Scuffing a hand over his 2AM shadow, Ollie - found the eggs. In his basket. The last three dozen in the store. Apparently. God. Shambling on to… whatever was next, he rocked to a stop. There was a, some sort of - noise? Not the elevator-grade ambience fizzing on the speakers. Like… 

Cardboard, tearing? An art room noise. And growling? Not, typically, an art room noise. The cardboard that slapped to the floor several aisle-ends ahead. The growling - followed. Dredging up, it seemed, out of the chest of a woman who could, genuinely, horribly, be called cadaverous. White-knuckled, staring, Ollie froze. In the freezer section. He just - he couldn’t move. Something, low down in the back of his ringing skull, seemed very, very sure that was the best thing to do; Ollie couldn’t have explained the case it made, exactly, but. It was compelling, all the same.

—

The smell of fresh meat had caught Mackenzie’s dull senses and made her mouth water. Stumbling around aisle after aisle, inching closer and closer to what was going to be a tasty snack, she had her sights set on one thing. The meat department. The open cooler full of freshly cut steaks, chicken, and pork looked like a dream come true to an endlessly hungry zombie, and it was easy prey. The hardest part would be getting the tender morsels out of the plastic wrap, which she quickly found to be a challenge.

One by one, she picked up the containers of meat and bit into them, only to be stopped by endless after endless plastic wrap. With each package of meat she couldn’t open up, Mack’s frustration grew, and the harder she threw down the steaks, chicken, and pork onto the floor. The meat was piling up, but finally with enough anger and the one cell that seemed to be functioning in her brain, she managed to open up a package.

Pulling the large roast out of the plastic wrap and off the foam tray, Mackenzie bit into the meat and started gnawing on it. It was juicy, but not as tender as she had anticipated. Still it tasted like satisfaction, and she longed for more. With one successful snack obtained, she managed to pull off the next piece of plastic shrink-wrapped around a $22 t-bone steak. Her absolute favorite. And without any hesitation, began chewing on the red meat until she was cleaning the bone. 

—

The, well, meaty smack of tray after slightly gnawed tray hitting the tiles was only getting louder. And with it, some of the downright animal terror that’d wired Ollie in place started to snap, a strand at a time. His hand flickered to his back pocket, which was - empty. Shit. Because, right, his phone might be charging, blocks away. Couldn’t get an ambulance. Which… that’s what he should do, right? There had to be something wrong. 

So wrong. The plasticky squeak-rip of the wrapper peeling off a blood-swollen hunk of beef ran down his spine. Not like nails on a chalkboard; like nails, on skin. Those nails Willa had left thrown around in the cellar, rust-crusted, scraping before they gashed. He’d managed to slither a half-step back, soundlessly. Still staring, wide-eyed. Now, now she was just - eating it. Obviously. What else would she have been trying to do, besides tear into a raw, seeping, cooler-cold roast? Just. With her teeth. Obviously.

(He should move. Quick as that petrified, sensible skitter crawling up and down his spine. But she was just - she wasn’t well, to say the fucking least. And besides that checked-out clerk, there was nobody else around to do anything. And, and if everything Willa’d told him was true, which it wasn’t, and being something wrong got his mom murdered, which it hadn’t, then…)

“Can I help you?” He rasped, words forming faster, at this god awful hour, than the better judgment that would’ve definitely stopped them cold. “Is there anything you could… use a hand with?” Ollie tried again, wincing as those teeth tore at a waxy clump of gristle and crunched it down. “Anybody we could call?” At the desk. Which seemed so, so far away; he craned his neck a little, risking a quick glance towards the till, way down the aisles. 

—

Mackenzie continued to rip and gnaw. Chew and snack. Blood ran down her chin from the deep bites she was consistently taking from package after package of meat, now that she was able to actually open them up. That also meant that the meat on the floor would be next. It was a smorgasbord of delicious cuts. Organic meat. Cheap meat. Even vegan meat - that she didn’t like too well, and upon first bite, flung it halfway across the store. She had sausages, roasts, and steaks. Pigs feet, tripe, liver. You named it, and she ate it as quickly as she could get her hands on it. Yes, Mackenzie was in pure meaty bliss, until…

The quivering voice drew her attention away from her feast. And looking up at him slowly, mid-bite and still chewing, her glazed eyes grew wide and a breathy, demented gasping noise left her mouth; a current bite of meat dropping to the floor with a string of drool to follow. The already cut and prepackaged meal was tasty, but there was nothing like a fresh and very alive human.

Dropping what was currently in her grimey little hands, Mack slowly started moving forward with arms outstretched - cute dead grabby hands coming his way. Her eyes, though hollow and a milky white color, looked like an adorable and curious baby animal longing to explore what was right in front of it. But the bared teeth and growling said otherwise.

—

He absolutely could not help them at all. 

Ollie knew that, now, should’ve known, but. If he was lucky, he’d be out of here and behind every deadbolt on the O’Rourke door very, very soon, and then, only then, he could tear himself all the new ones his currently jackhammering heart desired. So long as whatever the hell all this was didn’t tear him a few first. 

Those eyes. He’d seen eyes like those before - on the rotting corpse of a deer he’d slipped and stumbled through on Lyssa’s Peak, years and years ago. Gauzy, bleak marble-eyes, staring out of a withering head, over black lips curled to bare baby-white teeth. It was hardly more than a fawn, its moldering fur still spotted under squirming clusters of hungry worms; he’d been hardly more than ten, skinned from the wild, gravelly fall. And heaving, nearly elbow-deep in its stinking, empty-sackish gut, where his hand had burst through as he finally skidded to a stop at the bottom of the hill. His fingers had torn away slimy, the juices of the thing gone thick and dark. Ollie hadn’t made a sound, then. Not until he scrambled back to the top of the fucking hill, and threw up - again, somehow - so hard he couldn’t help crying. And crying, God, red-hot with the mortification of it all. He didn’t say a word when he got home. Couldn’t. Never have been allowed outside again, probably ever. 

None of that was the fawn’s fault. Obviously. Maybe it wasn’t hers, either. But Ollie was dead-silent, again,  - dead, she looked fucking dead - besides the smash of those cartons of eggs and everything else he had in his basket shattering across the floor as he dropped it all, lurched backwards, and ran.

—

Mackenzie had her sights now set on one thing and that was the man that had currently turned and ran from her. What was it with people and running from her? If she could express herself in any way, she’d probably have let out a heavy sigh of frustration - comical at best, as if to say, here we go again. Why did she always have to work for her meals? The best thing she had come across had been the deer carcass on the road, before she had faced a man who was determined to saw her head off with a dull blade. It was just getting ridiculous at this point, but nevertheless, the power of the Flats drove her forward with a determination like no other. She just lacked the speed and coordination sometimes.

Much like an episode of Scooby Doo, Mackenzie made it a point to weave in and out of every aisle with her dirty, blood and glitter covered hands trying to grab anything that she could eat, mostly the only man in the store running from her; all while the kid at the front still had no clue that his store was being trashed to a heavy metal soundtrack that only played through his earbuds. Instead, they got the soft, but inspired jazz solo that rang out through the entirety of the store while boxes and jars crashed and broke with each wobbly bump into the shelves that the hungry zombie had made.

Finally, as if Lady Luck was on her cold, dead side, Mackenzie caught up to her prey and with a tight forceful grip, yanked him back and laid her blood stained veneers into his shoulder as hard as she could. Growling and yanking back, she tugged until his shirt ripped and she had managed to pull out a chunk of fresh flesh from his body. The warm and tender meat had tasted so much better than the store bought cuts laying in a messy, bloody pile on the floor in the back of the store, and she knew she had to have more. She wasn’t going to let him get away this time!

—

How loud was whatever the hell that kid at the front was listening to? He’d yelled, hadn’t he? Shouted - something? Couldn’t say. Ollie’s world had closed into the glare of the fluorescents, the scatter of swept shelves, his own bolting sprint, and the wet-mouthed snarl rattling down the nape of his neck, it seemed. It was. A freakishly strong hand smashed the air out of his lungs, slamming against the back of his ribs and tearing at a fistful of his flannel. His sneakers skidded, his arms flailed, he caught hold of a shelf. A hold he lost to the hard, hungry grip of whatever that lady was. 

(Sick. Strung out. Something.) 

And then - then he was in those teeth, shearing at wiry muscle and grating along bone and he was silent, still, fighting to get that lost breath back. Fighting with a rip and roll that left her with a mouthful, a mouth, full, of his shoulder, and a bundle of camping aisle firewood in his clenched-tight fingers, the zap strap digging in deep. Until it snapped. Because he’d hit her with it, blindly, wildly. Just slung the stack back and around as hard as he could, stomach churning, the smell of his own blood and the whole goddamn meat department and who knew what else she’d been eating roiling down the back of his throat. Fingers sticky - bloody? Bloody - on that barely-held-together firewood, Ollie staggered down the aisle, panting, staring. He’d hit her.

Hard enough? 

She’d been eating him.

—

Mackenzie wanted more. She needed more. Oh how she needed more of his sweet, sweet flesh. But when she went in for a second nibble she felt something hard smack her upside the head. Hard enough that she’d faltered. Hard enough to send her backwards and to the ground as splintered wood stuck out of her face leaving her wounded and panting loudly. But just like before, when the man with the knife had knocked her to the ground, she rolled around clumsily trying to find her footing. This time slipping on the blood that had dripped to the floor from her meal that was now fleeing away from her yet again. But she couldn’t find a way up, and instead, her one brain cell told her to crawl.

Pulling forward through the muck on the floor; scattered firewood, glass, and random bits of flesh and other bits and bobbles, Mackenzie used her arms to guide her towards the front. She hadn’t seen where her wounded walking nuggie had gone, but it didn’t matter. The moment was ruined. The meat in the back hadn’t even satisfied her craving anymore. No, she wanted fresh meat. And not some scrawny kid that looked like a twig with arms and a head.

—

She was still going. Even with a face full of splinters and bones that weren’t put together quite so neatly as they used to be. The tattered plastic just-holding that firewood together tore completely apart as Ollie turned away from the horrible sight of her, reaching, dragging. He stumbled around the scattered pine, but didn’t stop. Not for anything, Jesus. Until he was passing the cash register, swerving across the counter to sweep a bloody, shuddering hand right in the way of that neckbearded clerk. 

Who didn’t so much as take his goddamn airpods out as he blinked, slowly. And stepped back, holding the broom he’d been air-guitaring across. Hadn’t noticed a thing. Couldn’t. At this hour. In Worm Row. In Wicked’s Rest. Like there was nothing, at all, to be scared of. 

Ollie, wide-eyed, head light and hollow besides the roiling, animal panic bursting away like a crate of Roman candles, simply stared back for a moment. And shook, and dripped blood on the countertop ,and the floor, his shirt reefed apart, his shoulder gnawed open. “Dude,” the twentysomething scowled. At the mess, spattered all over the candy bars and gum, the fliers. Ollie might’ve had something - a lot of something, a hell of a lot - to say, like sorry, or run, or what the fuck!, or help, if he weren’t desperately trying not to puke, grey-faced. And if he hadn’t heard another of those growls. The clerk’s head had swiveled with his, at least; Ollie didn’t stick around to see what the guy made of whatever the hell he’d been missing. The door, streaked with red, screeched open as he tore through, and slammed shut, far behind him. Not far enough, though. Not yet. 

—

Mackenzie slowly pulled herself towards the front, but it was a much longer trek than just shambling along. The blood trail had led her back to the entrance of the store where the confused and wide-eyed kid stood dumbfounded; his eyes shifting to her as she made her way along. Not paying any attention to him, she finally found her footing again and shambled out into the cool night air. Eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness after the bright fluorescents had taken over her hazy view, the zombie felt her stomach rumble at the longing for another hardy meal.

Mackenzie held her head up and looked towards the sky, not really looking at anything in particular, but soaking in the warmth of the hold of the Flats that already felt like it was slipping by the pain from the pieces of firewood lodged in her face. And with a breathy hiss, she turned right and resumed her walk through the dark hoping she’d at least find something worth munching on that was more pleasurable and held still long enough for her to fully consume it. Maybe then, the pain that was oddly causing her face to throb, would dissipate and she could get back to hunting more substantial meals.

[matthewbaudelaire]

Title: Meeting The Niece Synopsis: Matthew went to Layne and Oliver's cottage to meet his newborn baby niece for the first time. With: @laynebaudelaire @oliver-sereno

Given that Ollie didn't have any blood relatives in town, he was beyond excited to get to introduce Addie to his friends and Layne's family. Matty was top of the list (being an Uncle), and Oliver couldn't wait for him to meet their little one. It had been a hard couple of weeks - in classic newborn fashion Addie's sleep pattern was irregular, and both Layne and Oliver were exhausted. But none of that mattered when he got to hold his little girl, or watch Layne feed her. It was the most incredible feeling to be a dad, something he had wanted for so long and was now getting to live. They'd invited Matty round to meet the little bub, and she had just been fed so was snoozy and cozy in Oliver's arms after being burped, Layne heading to the door as they heard Matthew's familiar knock. "You ready to meet your uncle little one?" he murmured to the baby, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

It had been a whirlwind settling back-in to their routine, getting readjusted with a baby, and making time for herself. People truly weren't kidding when they said that your world suddenly shifted towards doing everything possible to keep you newborn happy, healthy, and satisfied. All the gadgets and gizmos still didn't aid with the heightened alertness that Layne had to everything surrounding her daughter. Nonetheless with each passing day it was relatively getting better. What was making up for it was seeing everyone's reaction to Addie. The first on her docket was her family and they had been spending the last hour prepping for Matty's arrival. Opening the door, she embraced her brother into a long needed hug. "Hi stranger. Or shall I say uncle?" she chuckled. "Come on in!" 

Matthew was all smiles when he entered, giving his little younger a warm and crushing embrace -- still not quite aware of his increased strength but since she too was human she'd probably be fine, if anything maybe get the wind squeezed out of her. He had on his proud uncle sweater, felt like a total dweeb but a happy one nonetheless. "Hey there, mommy Layne," he planted a kiss to the top of her hair and finally released her from the embrace. "You guys doing alright? Where's the little one?"

Ollie couldn’t help but giggle as he clocked the sweater, beaming over at Matty as he headed towards where he was sat on the couch. “Hey mate- we’re doing well. Tired! But good,” he nodded, head gesturing down at the little one he held in his arms. “Come and sit next to me- you can hold her if you like. She’s just been fed and changed so she’s very sleepy,” he hummed, beaming down at the baby as he leant in to kiss her forehead.

It was very nice to see Matty. She hadn't realized how much she missed her brothers and their chaotic family. Despite the various stages and journeys they've respectively been on, they were family in the end. "Yeah we're hanging in there," she smirked closing the door behind him as they headed towards the living room. "Addie, you're uncle Matty is here!" Taking a seat in one of the accent chairs. "How are you Matty?"

Matthew followed Layne toward the living room and greeted Ollie with a grin and cautiously sat himself down on the couch beside the new father. He was suddenly overcome with nerves, worried that he might hold her wrong or she might fall apart in his hands. It had been so very long since he'd held a newborn and he felt inexperienced when he was normally meant to be this wiser older brother to help lead his siblings along the path of life, now this was a path that he could not lead. "I'm good," he said to Layne, glancing at her, holding his hands together to warm them up and internally chastised himself for not putting on more lotion to soften up his calloused palms. "Been getting a lot of custom orders for Father's Day coming up. Will have something special for you soon," he said to Ollie, hazel eyes now dropping to the little bundled up baby in her father's arms, "Can I hold her?"

It made Ollie smile to see the man a little nervous, sitting down carefully next to the new father and peering down at the little baby he held in his arms. “Yeah? That’s awesome mate, but don’t worry about me - sounds like you’ve already got your hands full,” he chuckled, although the thought that he could actually celebrate on Father’s Day now made him feel a bit emotional. “Course you can,” he hummed, shifting slightly so that he could turn to face Matty, a hand supporting Addie’s head and neck as he carefully transferred the little bundle over. “There you go- her head will just settle in the crook of your arm… just gotta watch her neck,” he murmured, not wanting to explain things matty already knew but also wanting to make sure his baby was being held properly.

Things had been so busy lately that she hadn't even thought about Father's Day. She'd have to touch base with her brothers later to figure out if they were inclined to do anything for Roman. Things had been dicey, but she was holding out hope that things could go a bit better now that Addie was in the picture. Chuckling at her brother as he took a hold of his niece, Layne couldn't help but smile as she watched her little one squirm momentarily at the sudden shift in her position but relax within seconds in Matty's hand. "Looks like you're a natural! If your elbow gets tired we can always prop a pillow for you too."

Matthew was in disbelief as he held the little infant in his arms. He was actually holding this little bundle of life. "Hey," he found himself naturally trying to talk to the little girl as if she would understand it, voice soft, "Hi." His gaze flicked to his sister but he shook his head cause he figured he'd be fine and he didn't want to risk messing with the precarious balance that was the baby and the fact she hadn't cried out in protest. He was initially quite awkward in the way he held her but soon acclimated, muscle memory kicked in abliet a little rusty and he shifted his position to hold her more comfortably. "Guys, you two did this," he marveled incredulously.

The sight of Addie's uncle holding her so close, his words so soft as he looked down at her, it was enough to make Oliver well up just a little, swiping at his tears with a watery giggle. "I know. Unbelievable. We didn't even mean too, did we bubba? You surprised us huh? Best surprise in the world..." he murmured, stroking a finger over her forehead. "She likes to curl up on your chest if you want to try that? She curls up in the position we think she was in when Layne was pregnant with her," he mused, casting a fond smile in Layne's direction. God he was so in love with her, and with his new little daughter.

"Yeah it's nuts. Sometimes I have a moment where I am like 'Oh shit, I'm a mom now. Like a bonafide mother to a child," she chuckled. It was such a hurdle to overcome in her own mind wanting to be as great as she could remember her own mother being. It was bittersweet having a daughter, but not being able to share that moment with her mom. She knew there would be more moments like this in life, but figured it was best to lean into the blessings around her like Ollie and her brothers. "How's everything been since we left for a bit? How've you been managing with everything?"

Matthew glanced to Ollie, watching him a moment before he carefully made the adjustment so that little Addie was now rested against his chest, his arm and hands holding her supportively behind her back and beneath her. He could feel the little curl of her fingers against his shirt and it made his heart squeeze just a bit in his chest. Matthew didn't want to bring the mood down by talking about what was going on with his best friend still in a coma so he tried to focus on more positive things but found it was difficult to come up with anything. "Uhh.. Yeah, it's been fine. Just, you know, keeping busy."

Now that she was in her favourite position, she curled up against her uncle, her little knees tucking up under her stomach, hand grasping blindly at Matty's shirt. "There you go- she'll sleep on you for hours like that, hope you know you're not moving for a while," he chuckled softly, leaning back into his seat now that he was confident the baby was settled. His arm slipped naturally around Layne as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then her temple, enjoying being there with her and her brother. He wasn't convinced by Matty's tone, his brow furrowing slightly as he turned to his brother in law. "Fine? Layne mentioned that you had a friend in hospital - she was admitted when Layne was first admitted after the mist... how is she..?"

Layne wasn't sure how much Matty was going to be one to divulge any information here. The Baudelaires each in their own ways were masters of deception and keeping things internally together as well as they could so that there was no external differences day to day. She could sense he wasn't going to be forthcoming if he didn't want to be and Layne didn't want to push him on it either. "No changes, right?" she said rather shortly hoping to change the conversation for the sake of her brother.

Layne's intuition was correct and Matthew only responded with a slight shake of his head, trying not to disturb the infant as she rested against his chest but also conveying his thoughts in as simple a way as he could. There were no changes, none better and none worse which was better than the alternative in which things could have been worse but not as great as a more positive outcome. "Sooo..." he started to say with the intention of shifting the topic back toward the baby and away from himself, "... do I get first call for baby sitting duties?" 

Oliver realised he had asked too much at Layne's reaction and he flushed slightly, hoping he hadn't made the man uncomfortable. Thankfully Layne seemed to save the situation, Matty able to just shake his head before changing the subject. "Of course mate... it'll be awhile before we can leave her with people though... Layne's breastfeeding, and she's prone to clusterfeeding so we'll see how we go," he explained, eyes dropping to Addie.

"Does first-call mean on-call for emergencies or when I need to go out with my friends?" she chuckled. Layne hadn't even thought about it, but Ollie and her would have to eventually get out of the cottage without their daughter in tow. So far they had been taking turns. When either needed to go out, Addie either went with them or stayed at home with who wanted to stay in. Mostly though, they went out as a trio. "When she's ready for baby food, you'll be the first person we call."

Matthew had no idea what clusterfeeding was but it sounded intense so all he did was nod and chuckle softly, "If you need a baby break and want to go out partying with your friends then you can call me. Happy to help you both however you need it."

Ollie let out a delirious chuckle at the suggestion they'd be partying any time soon - he knew it was a joke but even the thought of having time for anything but Addie was crazy to him. Everything had been about her from the moment she'd been born. Addie let out a squawking cry and then a series of whimpers before breaking into a proper cry, and Ollie shook his head fondly, reaching to take the little girl from her Uncle and pulling himself to his feet so that he could bob a bit to try and soothe her. "Don't take it personally - she's a sensitive wee soul," he reassured Matty, cradling her close to his chest.

"I think that's a great idea Matty," she smiled at her brother for the offer. It was a kind gesture and she would definitely be taking it up for consideration in the coming weeks. As much as she loved Ollie and their little girl, being cooped up in fulfilling this new role as a mother and maintaing that as a fiancé wasn't all that Layne wanted to be. She figured she could master it all and in due time she would. "You two could even start your own special collabs with the pottery. The Matty and Addie edition!" Reaching over for the pacifier, she handed it to Ollie hoping that would help soothe their daughter.

When little Addie started to wail, Matthew was more than happy to give her up to her father, not worried at all that she'd started to cry because that's all babies did at this age. Layne suggestion did give Matty an idea and he nodded, "Yeah, yeah, that's actually a great idea. You'll have to bring her by the studio so she can start getting her hands dirty."

Ollie took the pacifier from Layne with a smile, nudging the rubber tip against Addie's lips. "Cmon bub... that's it- there you go.." he murmured, shoulders relaxing a little once she took to the pacifier, settling almost immediately. "That would be so cute... maybe she'll have the crafty gene? It's going to be so interesting to see what kind of person she turns into. We know she's fae - you see on her back where her wings are just starting"

"I think that sounds like a great idea," she smiled. Whatever her daughter would be interested in, Layne would make sure that her and Ollie supported them wholeheartedly. Perhaps she'd be interested in gardening more than sports, or hanging out at her uncle studio than reading and writing. All she wanted was fo Addie to have the healthiest and diverse upbringing as possible. More than she ever did. "I just like that I'm not the only female in this family anymore." The two of them could certainly keep the men together. "You want something to drink Matty?"

Matthew looked over at the infant as Oliver mentioned she was fae. It was kind of a shock that he hadn't really anticipated. Of course it made sense once he thought about it, Oliver was fae so there was every chance that their child could be born as such, he'd just somehow been under the assumption that she was human just like the rest of them had been when they were born. "Wow, a fae in the family," he marveled in awe then he chuckled at Layne, "Yeah, you're still out numbered but at least you aren't alone anymore." He thought about it for a second before responding, "Coffee? But if it's too much trouble then don't worry about it."

with Addie settled once more, Oliver took his same seat back next to Matty, resting the baby on his chest as his fingers moved to carefully unbutton her onesie, tugging it up gently until the notches on her back were visible. He turned a little so Matty could see, running gentle fingertips over the the beginnings of Addie's wings with a smile. "Just here, see? It's crazy huh? We kinda thought she would be but... not every fae has wings. And... yeah. Oh- it's exciting," he chuckled softly, pulling her onesie down once more to rebutton it.

"Sure, not to worry," she smiled getting up to head to the kitchen as Ollie showed Matty their daughter's wings. The doctor said she would grow into them and the wings with her. She had no idea how she was gonna deal with two faes in the household. That would surely be a whirlwind. "Hey Matty, how's your newfound powers?" she asked as she returned to hand him the coffee and supplemental creamers, milk, and sugar. "Any thoughts to how much longer this is gonna last?" Layne would love to get back to her normal self. Maybe she wouldn't feel as much on edge as she was.

Matthew peered over at the budding wings on the infant's back with awe, leaning closer on the edge of his seat to get a better look once Oliver pointed them out. "Oh yeah, hey, look at that, that's amazing. I've never seen that before." It would be incredible to watch them grow up. "Hm?" He looked away from Addie's back and toward the source of Layne's voice when she asked about his powers, shrugging slightly, "Well, I don't have crazy fire powers like you do. I think I just got faster and stronger," unaware that he had this other ability. "Honestly, I just keep reading the updates in the news but I have no idea how long it's going to last. Doesn't really seem like anyone knows what happened? Or what's going on? Kind of feels like they're more worried about those monster attacks than dealing with the mist now, which, I guess, makes sense."

[thejugheadjones]

The smirk on the other's face wasn't missed by Jug, or the way Ollie moved and seem to soak up the attention like a sponge. Jughead wasn't above praising the other, on both good behavior and his appearance. "I'm sure." Jughead mused as he waited for Oliver to stand and enter the room. "Just because I'm a Dominant shouldn't mean I'm above common decency-- not that I'm entirely against offering a bit of a show here and there." He told him, pushing the door closed once Oliver was inside. "We can save that for another time, if we decide to have one." He told him, noting the glance around the room. Jughead was aware his room wasn't anything special or furnished beyond the basics. It wasn't as though he'd had a lot on him when he was traveling or had time to try and redecorate it.

He paused a couple of feet away from Oliver when the man stopped in the middle of the room, answering the question Jughead hadn't even gotten to ask yet-- limits. He couldn't help the amused smile that crossed his face because it would seem they were on exactly the same page when it came to their limits and anti-kinks. Jughead didn't do anything with bathroom play or age play, but the daddy kink was interesting and not something he'd consider because he had tied it in with age play. "Would you look at that?" He said with an amused smile. "You and I are on the same page then. I'm not into any sort of bathroom play or age play-- and never considered a daddy kink before though since I had it tied in with age play, but consider me enlightened." He told him smirking as Oliver spoke about Jughead being as rough as the other wanted-- fair-- and that his safe word was Paris.

The dark-haired man wasn't going to pretend like he wasn't amused with Oliver, because he most definitely was. "Is there something more I should know, pretty boy?" He asked purposely keeping his gaze on Oliver's face, even when the man not so subtly showed off more of his body. "You can also stop trying to entice me, you already managed to get my attention. If you're that eager we can jump right to you showing me what a good boy you are, and if you're as pretty on your knees with my dick in your mouth as you were kneeling for me."

There's an easy smirk on Ollie's face that obvious look down his body, and the switch seemed to stretch back a little under those eyes like a cat reaching out for the sunlight. "I have my virtues." Ollie teased back before his eyebrows arched at those next words, if only for a moment before he stood up and smoothly. "Your politer than some dominants around here. Some just whip it out at the door." Ollie remarked as he followed the other into his room. He did take a moment to glance around it, if only out of interest how the other had chosen to decorate- both as his role and as the headmasters son.

He does come to a stop in the middle of the room as he regards the other for a moment. He's done these enough times to know what the dominant is likely to ask because- well, it was pretty obvious. "I don't do watersports or you know, the other stuff. And don't talk to me like I'm a child. I genuinely hate that. Though, I love a good daddy kink. Confusing, I know. You can be as rough as I want and my safe word is Paris. " he pointed out with cheeky little smirk and a tilt of his head.

"Unless you wanted to know something else?" Because hey, he might have beaten the other to the punch. His hand reached up to brush though locks of his with an easy, soft hum. His shirt pushing back to show more off that slender body off. Was he just doing it to show off that body again? Absolutely. Was it goanna work? Who knows.

[argentinagp]

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[rosaurasaurio]

💫 Wisdom provided by Mary Oliver.

[jamie-prescott]

Jamie never would have considered himself as someone that would resort to begging, or that he'd feel needy, but Oliver was managing to pull out the unexpected responses from the submissive. He felt Oliver's hand at his pants as the other undid them to reach inside as those nimble fingers wrapped around Jamie's erection and pulling a choked moan out of the submissive as his desire flared. His fingers moved to tangle into the hair at the back of Oliver's head. "Ahh, Sir." He biting his lip as he felt Oliver's equally hard cock press against him as those lips found their way back toward Jamie's neck. Jamie leaned his head leaned to the side, allowing the other room to do as he wanted, if Jamie were being completely honest in the moment.

Another small, this time needier moan left Jamie as Oliver slipped his fingers beneath his underwear and freed his cock from it's confinements. Somewhere in the back of Jamie's mind he vaguely recalled having been here for a different reason, but he also found he had no desire to ask Oliver to stop. "Yes, Sir." Jamie confirmed as commented that he was hard. He found himself shifting against Oliver's own erection again as lust filled eyes met the Switch's again. "So are you, Sir." He said, as his boldness took over again and he found himself initiating a kiss as he leaned forward and caught Oliver's lips with his own.

Ollie's same playful smirk danced against the others skin at that go damn erotic near whimper that the other gave out. Every little begging drop of that title just made Ollie harder. His free hand moved down the others body to find the button to the others pants. His skill fingers tugging open a moment later and his hand sliding in to curl around Jamie's cock to give it a few loving strokes though his underwear. He was unable to stop himself from pressing his own cock up against that perky ass of the boys. His head tilting up to tease those lips against the boys neck again.

"So very, very polite.." Ollie praised as he finally slipped his fingers into that underwear to tug them down to free the others cock and wrapped his hand around it, his hand giving slow, teasing strokes as as flicked his eyes up to watch the others expression.

"You're so hard, baby boy."

[aridecs00]

Me intrigan todas las interpretaciones que hay. Yo lo entendí como una película sobre obsesión enferma, de esa que te lleva a la locura. A continuación mi biblia con spoilers 🤣

Oliver entra a Oxford, pero no pertenece ahí A pesar de ser inteligente y diligente, nada de esto le da méritos con las personas, pero conoce a Felix, alguien totalmente opuesto a él despertando esta fascinación que evoluciona a una obsesión enferma.

Rápidamente detecta el complejo de salvador de Felix y conoce qué papel debe jugar para captar su atención y su amistad (Oliver se lo dijo en el laberinto: “te di lo que querías”). Así que se aferra a ese personaje. Por supuesto, una parte significativa de su enamoramiento por Felix se debe a su trasfondo de privilegio. Es esta crianza de clase alta la que permite a Felix ser despreocupado y encantador, ser un "príncipe" que obtiene sin esfuerzo el afecto y el amor de todos. Para Felix, su única preocupación es el hecho de que demasiadas personas lo amen. Supongo que eso es en parte la "comodidad" que Felix encontró en Oliver, como dijo Venecia.

La "compasión" de Felix es un rasgo que Oliver explota, por eso pretende ser de clase baja, tener una familia disfuncional, padres con problemas de adicciones y enfermedades mentales y miente sobre la mu3_t3 de su papá, Esta bondad, aparentemente pura de Felix, también parece condescendiente. Podríamos decir que él y su mamá adoptan a estas personas como mascotas, las cuidan, las visten, se entretienen con ellas, sienten una especie de satisfacción al observar la tragedia humana de cerca, suspirando con simpatía y satisfacción sabiendo que tienen el poder de acogerlas y ser los héroes en la historia. Pero pierden el interés igual de rápido, aburriéndose y deshaciéndose de ellos cuando se vuelven inconvenientes (Oliver, Pamela, incluso Farleigh).

La obsesión de Oliver por Felix se profundiza, Oliver quiere la atención de felix, ser importante para el. No exige nada de Felix, solo quiere asegurarse un lugar a su lado para siempre, y aunque sabe que Felix no le dará lo que quiere, lo toma de otras maneras (la bañera, su hermana y primo).

Desafortunadamente, el momento de rechazo llega antes de lo esperado. Felix al intentar ayudar a Oliver a reconciliarse con su familia expone las mentiras cuidadosamente elaboradas. Cuando Oliver termina de entender que no hay vuelta atrás en su relación con Felix, que Felix no lo perdonará y lo encuentra repugnante, y que ya no lo considera un amigo, es cuando su devoción se transforma en instinto as-3sin0. En su mente, prefiere que Felix mu-3r4 a que lo odie o se aleje de él.

Desvivió al amante que no pudo retener y, una vez consumido por el arrepentimiento, cambia el objeto de su obsesión a Saltburn, el único lugar donde queda algo de Felix (Siento que podemos apreciar muy bien su profundo arrepentimiento y devoción por Felix, en la escena de la tumba, aferrándose a lo que puede consumido por el dolor de su perdida aunque el fue quien lo provoco). Es como un autocastigo vivir con el fantasma de lo que ya no puede tener, pero es incapaz de soltarlo, así que se aferra a la esencia de Felix.

Durante toda la película oliver se miente a si mismo, escuchamos al oliver adulto decir "no estaba enamorado de el" mientras nos muestran como lame el dreanje, "No fumo" cuando lit la película empieza con el fumando.... el final es el tratando de convencerse que acabar con Felix y su familia era necesario...

En fin

[wickedquecn]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 ( 03/06 )

escolha uma frase daqui, daqui ou daqui (se quiser pode especificar quem está falando, senão irei considerar que é a asha) + @ do seu personagem + lugar (opcional, vou no aleatório) para uma interação com o asha ivone grimhilde, a rainha má.

[jamie-prescott]

Jamie tucked away the other's title preference for a potential use, partially because he suspected he might be going against his instinctual use of titles and favoring the other man's name a bit more than he normally did when he spoke to him. "I'm kind of liking the sound of Oliver tonight." Jamie admit, a sly smile crossing his features at the admittance even if he'd just been giving permission to use the other's name.

The submissive's teeth tugged against his bottom lip at Ollie's words, having known the reaction he'd get from it. Jamie's sexual desires had been steadily growing as he began to scene with people and he was surprised Oliver's remark didn't scare him but seemed to send a thrill through him instead, and if he hadn't bitten into his lip, Jamie was quite certain he might have whimpered a bit in desire, especially as Oliver's lips brushed against his.

"Yes, Sir." Jamie said, the title feeling more accurate in this moment as he took a step back and reached out to grab his shirt and carefully pull it up and over his head. He then easily slipped out of his shoes, socks, and stripped out of his pants and underwear and left them folded semi-neatly on the floor. Jamie's cheeks took on a bit of a pink tinge once he was naked, but he didn't shy away either as he allowed his gaze to find Oliver's again.

"Hm, I think technically my preferred title is Queen but I think that might be a bit rich for you." Oliver joked but there was an easy smirk at the other actually using his name like that. It was nice to hear and even nicer that the other wanted to use it. "Sir or Oliver is fine. Though." His eyes dipped as the other leaned against his hand like that, enjoying just how reactive the other was to him. Ollie pushed the door closed as the other walked inside and he turned on his heel to face Jamie as he walked into the room. It was hard to deny the thrill that shot though him as the other said he was "his to do with what he pleased with for the night." Ollie could feel his cock twitch at the very words. "Careful now or I'll bend you over every possible surface of my room." Ollie pointed out as he reached over to tease his hands over Jamie's hip. "I do like that, however. Mine to do whatever I want with..." He almost purred as he leaned in to brush his lips against Jamies.

"Be a good boy and strip for me" He ordered easily.

[daryj]

como (não) cozinhar para félix

feita em: 17.03.2024

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[blue-madd]

Made some picrews for my new Elmentian paras + the 3 older babies~

O'Liv,

Enh'eyra,

Atlas, Mona, Tori

[lismarstclair]

When: 27th of June, 2024 Where: Private Primary School

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Lisette. This is Chloé and Olivia’s school, and we are calling because we had an incident involving your twins and another student. We will need you to come to the school as soon as possible to speak with the headmaster.”

Her heels clicked on the floor of the school in her strides towards the headmaster’s office. What could have happened to warrant a call from the school? They were intentionally vague on the phone, but she would get to the bottom of this before they left. Holding her face tight, she fought against the pain in her knees. Was she supposed to be wearing heels, no, but she compromised in wearing one-inch heels instead of her traditional three. The pain was a now low ache, but with her tensed muscles, her pain was exacerbated. 

“Ms. Marseille-St Clair, we are so happy you could-,”

“Where are my daughters?”

The front office administrator was kind enough; however, Lisette needed to see her girls.

“Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”

Walking around the back of the office and down a hall, Lisette sees her twins sitting in chairs outside of the headmaster’s office. Olivia looked anxious as she fidgeted with the buttons on her uniform. Chloé’s face showed clear anger, but Lisette’s attention was on the ice pack resting on her left hand. Olivia sees her first, and elbows her sister, “Mama! He-”

“Wait,” she tells them before turning to the young woman who guided her here, “Let the headmaster know I am here and would like to speak with him,” given a quick nod, Lisette squats down -pushing past the pain in her knees- and looks at her daughter’s hand, “Oh love, what happened?” she asks slipping into French to keep their talk more private.

“He was running his mouth. This boy, Michael, was trying to say things to anger me and I was tired of hearing it. I was gonna walk away, I swear I was,” Chloé’s explanation came out fast, she wanted to make sure she got her point heard, “But then he said… He said other stuff and Uncle Oliver always said not to let that slide,”

She knew her daughter admired Oliver, but she had not imagined she would model violence, “Said what? What could this little boy have said that would warrant you physically hurting someone?”

Chloé sat still, her eyes looking away from her mother and to her twin who began to speak for her, “Michael said-”

“Ms. Marseille-St Clair, I understand you want to speak with me about the altercation,”

The headmaster’s voice breaks their moment and garners her attention. “Headmaster Williams,” Lisette greets him while pushing up to a stand straight. 

“He said our family is dirty and that’s why we don’t have a dad,” Olivia spoke fast and under her breath. Just loud enough for Lisette to hear. “Uncle Oliver always said family came first and you defend your family. That’s why she did it,” Her two girls kept their heads down, clearly upset. Olivia was likely more upset with being in trouble, but Chloé was still angry about what was said.

Looking back to her daughters, Lisette leaned down and kissed both their foreheads, “Wait here and I’ll be out shortly,”

_____

“I never expected to have to call you in for something like this,” Mr. Williams began, “They are both bright girls and have never had an issue come up before,” The older man sat behind the oversized desk before continuing, “Unfortunately, a situation such as this is a delicate matter,”

“Could you tell me what happened?” Lisette had heard Chloé’s side of the event, but she was curious how the headmaster might present the facts. 

“Well, it is my understanding that their class was outside for a break and preparing to return when Chloé was seen speaking with another student. I am told a few words were exchanged and then she swung her fist in their face. The reporting staff monitoring the class said that they did not see any reason for the behavior,” clearing his throat, Lisette remains silent, “You can surely understand that this matter must be handled swiftly and with the insistence that it does not happen again,”

“I completely agree,”

“You do?”

“I do. What is to be done about the student that provoked my daughter?” His eyes widen behind his thick glasses, and he stumbles over his words. She took this moment to continue, “My daughters, as you pointed out, have no prior issues here. Neither disciplinary or academic. With no record of such behavior, would it not suggest that the other student could have provoked this situation?” her question comes with raised brows. He shifts in his seat while she goes on, “Furthermore, this reporting staff member may not have seen any reason for the act, but did she hear what was said?”

Mr. Williams sits straight in his chair and leans forward on his forearms, hands clasped tightly, before replying, “No. She did not say she heard the conversation, just that she saw them talking,”

“Did the staff member speak with the other student to ask what was being discussed? Did they ask any of the students around them? Did they even bother to ask either of my daughters what was said?” The older man was silent. She never raised her voice, though she wished to scream at the top of her lungs for daring to insinuate that her daughters would behave without reason. “Though I may not agree with her choice of defense, I can understand her outrage over what the other student insinuated,”

“And what was that?”

“Perhaps had you done a proper investigation, you would already know. Instead, I had to hear from my upset seven-year-old that they were told their ‘family is dirty’ and ‘the reason they are fatherless’,”

The older man recoiled in his seat, scratching at his white wire beard. “Now, I will take my daughters home and keep them for the rest of the week. When I return on Monday, I expect to hear from your office administrator that something is being done about the little boy who berated my daughters. Should I find out nothing was done, you will be seeing me again,” standing from her seat, Lisette straightened her blouse and pulled her purse back over her shoulder, “I do hope this is the last time I have to speak with you about this, headmaster,”

_____

Still recovering from the kidnapping, Lisette wasn’t yet permitted to drive, so they traveled in a blacked-out escalade. With her daughters in the third row, Lisette sat in the captain’s chair in the middle and texted on her phone.

“Mama, am I in trouble?”

Chloé’s question was simple enough, but the answer was anything but simple. Of course, Lisette could not actively encourage fighting but wouldn’t punish her for defending herself or her family. She could tell her about 'trying to remain calm' in all situations, but that wasn’t helpful with a seven-year-old. “You are not going back to school till Monday,” It wasn’t an answer, and the girls knew it.

“Because Cece punched Michael?”

“Yes, because your sister punched that boy,”

“He had it coming. He is a rude boy and deserved it,” Chloé firmly believed that what she did was justified. If Lisette were honest, she didn’t mind that she had hurt the other boy. Family mattered most and her oldest was simply standing firm in that defence. 

Lisette sighed heavily and put her phone in her bag, “We can’t punch everyone who speaks badly about our family,” there are not enough hours in the day for it.

“But Uncle Oliver says-”

“I know what your Uncle says!” Lisette snaps, momentarily losing her composure and slapping her hands down on her thighs. Rarely did she lose control in front of her daughters, but Lisette was not entirely herself again. Taking a deep breath Lisette turned her body around to face the girls, “Listen. I don’t disagree with the premise of what your Uncle says occasionally, just the methods he uses to execute his response,”

Chloé and Olivia look at one another for a moment, neither saying anything. Lisette waits for either to speak, but when neither girl talks, she turns forward and runs her hand over her knees. 

“So I am in trouble?”

Leaning her head back, Lisette lets a sigh slowly before replying, “Chérie… You are not not in trouble,”

“Okay,” Chloé hesitated with a trill of her voice, “Am I in trouble enough that I can’t watch TV?”

Smirking, Lisette closes her eyes at the simplicity her children still had, “I’ll think about it,”

The next few minutes pass in silence before Lisette hears Chloé speak again, “That wig looks good on you Mama,”

Chuckling, Lisette looks over her shoulder to her girls with their matching mischievous smiles.

[min-ji-min]

"They're both girls but I named them Merry and Pippin," she had a strange delight for naming them after the iconic pair of Hobbits from The Lord Of The Rings, besides she figured it didn't matter what gender they were, names were just names and she enjoyed them anyway. "Hmm. I guess they're sort of shy but not really. Merry is certainly braver than Pippin is and they're both very soft. I take very good care of them." She pretty much gave them free reign of her entire apartment save for her streaming room. Bunnies really needed a large space so keeping them confined was not good for them.

At his teasing and nudging, Min-Ji only pressed her lips together tightly and shook her head side to side so that her sleek black and red dyed hair flared around her. "That's for me to know and you to wonder," she waggled her fingers at him mysteriously.

Ollie leaned in eagerly to get a better look at the pictures, nodding approvingly, a grin on his face as she showed him the little figures next to her pets. “Wow. You did such a good job! They’re so cute,” he grinned. “What are your bunnies’ names? I really want to come and meet them - do they like meeting new people or are they are bit shy? I’ve always wanted my own, they just seem so soft and sweet,” he hummed happily.

“Okay, okay,” he giggled, raising his hands in defeat. She’d shared more than she ever had with him before about her dating life, and for that he was thankful. “So, do you think you’ll go on another date? Make her your giiirlfrieeeend?” he teased, nudging her knee gently with his hand.

[honeybeehimbowrites]

open to: female muses (28+) plot: based on the movie life as we know it. our muses have never gotten along, but their best friends are married and have a kid together, so they've made it work. they both get a call late at night telling them their best friends have been in a car crash and have passed away. they meet at the police station, little do they know they're both appointed as guardians to their best friend's kid in case they both die.

oliver felt numb, he had never been good with emotions, but even now he could feel his heart in his throat. it was all so unreal and it was strange driving to the police station, he kept thinking it wasn't real, that he was going to walk in those doors and he was going to talk to someone and they would be confused, because this was all a big misunderstanding, it had to be. as soon as he walked into the police station though, he knew it wasn't. because she was there and he had never seen her this broken before. sure they weren't the best of friends, they despised each other eighty percent of the time and found ways to annoy the other person. but all that didn't matter now. oliver looked at her and walked towards her and he just opened his arms and enveloped her in them. he told himself it was for her, but he needed it too.

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

@potestmagice | liked for a starter.

"Oliver," Laurel starts, carefully, slowly, calmly. "You know I love you, but if you ate my very clearly marked ice-cream, they're never going to find your body." It has been a long day - a long week, even - and all she wants is to veg out on her couch and forget the cases she's been working on. But her ice-cream is gone, and Laurel is a teeny-tiny bit peeved. Oliver's getting the brunt of it because he's here.