#pre-broliver

[nikkiruncks]

Bree for the ask game

• My NOTP for them: Davencest (still shocked that's a thing)

• My BROTP for them: the ef gang & Leo :)

• My OTP for them: Brylar <3

• My second choice pairing for them: Broliver (with pre EF's Oliver's characterization), Bree/Kaz (in EF)

• My fluffy pairing for them: Brylar

• My angsty pairing for them: Brylar & Broliver

• My favorite poly ship for them: The Davenport sibs + Leo (fave fam), Bree/Oliver/Skylar (whether Brylar or Broliver (maybe both even) are together),

• My weirdest pairing for them: Broliver maybe? Idk.

My intrigued-by pairing for them: Bree/girls

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

“Fractured” Oliver Drabble, Lab Rats: Elite Force

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Warning: depression, discussion of a broken home

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He knows he’s taken it too far. His crush on Skylar has started to become obsessive and a bit creepy, and he isn’t proud, but it’s so much easier to think about Skylar, to dream about love, affection and things for once actually turning out right. It’s easier to pour yourself wholly into saving the world and chasing girls until your eyes burn and hands tremble for pushing harder and harder without ever taking a break. He doesn’t want to take a break. If he does he will remember that the home he used to walk to every night no longer exists. It started falling apart the day his father got that promotion, and his parents being the kind to put their careers above absolutely everything else, got divorced. His father moved to England and married only three months later to a woman who wanted a picture perfect family, one that didn’t include stepchildren, even on holidays. Then there was his mother, constantly treating him like a DIY project, getting engaged to Horace Diaz, and choosing to become a monster even as he begged her to stop the insanity and just go back to being his mom.

She didn’t. 

And now he was losing one of his closest friends, the girl he loves, to Chase Davenport. He can’t let it happen; he’s already lost so much. One more fracure and he will finally break; his soul will bleed out onto the ground and only a numb shell of who he once was will be left. He just wishes someone would notice, would hear his cries for help, but no one does. Kaz, for all his loyalty, never understood, and Skylar rarely seemed to see beyond her own problems to truly console another human being. 

Here he stands, on the terrace of the tallest building in all of Centium City, surrounded by the kind of night skyline associated with luxurious life, and for the first time in three years he lets a tear slide down his cheek. One cascades into a dozen, and Oliver lets himself fall apart. 

He doesn’t hear the footsteps come up behind him, or the soft “Hey”, but he does feel the gentle hand on his shoulder. He cringes, embarrassed, ready to assure Kaz or Skylar that he was just fine and endure their prompt dismissal of any concern they might have had, but as he turns his head it isn’t Kaz or Skylar, it’s Bree.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, and Oliver looks up at her in half shock, “Should…should I find Kaz or something?”

“No,” he chokes, “No, I’m…I’m okay.”

Bree nods, but she doesn’t move. She stays even as his tears come flooding back and he confesses all the pain he’s tried so hard to suppress. She holds him as his mind unburdens his despair, because if she knows anything it’s the fear that the people you sacrifice so much of your life for won’t be there to catch you when you fall. 

Givers who have nothing left to give but their own skin and bone, so they fall apart at the seams, nothing left but broken parts and puppet strings; and the people you love never realize what’s happening until it’s over. Until it’s too late.