#thread:oliver

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closed starter for @itsrogersandco ft. oliver & aoife!!

oliver meant it when he mentioned that he was going to try harder. he thought she deserved that much. after all, she'd been by his side through thick and thin. what kind of husband would he be if he didn't give aoife his all? he was seated by the pool of their vacation home, a glass of wine in his hand. "dinner was amazing, as always." he paused to take a proper sip. "i can't remember the last time we actually sat down and ate together." that was his fault though and he knew that. "what do you think about a night swim once we digest a little bit, hm?"

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oliver wasn't at all trying to be a jerk but he was protective of the woman he loved and he didn't like seeing other guys with their hands on his wife. this time around, it didn't seem to bother he as much when he stepped in and maybe it was because he did what he could in order to save her and to not cause a scene. his arm shifted around her waist, a glare shot in the other's direction before his face softened as he looked down at aoife. "i'd love to keep you company." he reassured and placed a loving kissing on top of her head. as the other finally walked away from the two of them, he sighed. "he didn't hurt you did he?"

Aoife began to wriggle from Dan's grasp, both because she knew Oliver would get annoyed but also because she did not appreciate the way he felt he could touch her in such a way. Her heart sank as he asked her to dance because she knew he had a temper and she didn't want to cause him to overreact but she was internally panicking over what to do. However before she had to do anything she heard her husband's voice and it had never sounded as fabulous.

"Darling," Aoife gasped, turning towards her husband with a huge smile as she was pulled towards him. "There's a bit of a queue for drinks but you can definitely keep me company." Turning to Dan she shook her head, "It was nice to see you but I am sure you have plenty of other people to talk to so goodbye."

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IN THE MIDDLE OF MY DARKEST HOUR ► IRIS/OLIVER

LOCATION: Central City, alleyway in the middle of fucking nowhere, probably.

TIME FRAME: Some time after 2 AM.

No, Central City was not, by far, scarier than Gotham under the thick veil of the night. 

On the contrary -- it was far more lively. Instead of the streets whispering coquettish lies, drawing her in with promises of all that can make her beautiful and happy only to deliver despair and distraught, Central City opened its arms quietly, welcomed her with no promises, but with mere sights that spoke to her in small tones, leading the way to what she sought. 

Tonight, although no different at the start, Central City began transforming monstrously into something like Gotham, the further south she walked. The people were becoming scarce, the buildings that so spoke to her were suddenly silent, the brightness of the city dimming and fading behind her as every step she took lead her further and further into a part of the city she'd never seen before -- a part of the city that made her skin crawl, throat close, stomach churn. But the fear that began curling at her toes and begged her skin to quiver was swallowed down by pure resolve and determination: she had a destination to arrive to, and Iris West was no flake. 

Earlier in the day, when the sun was still up and the city still friendly, Iris had received a cryptic message in her inbox -- unsurprisingly, for all Iris ever receives in her inbox are cryptic messages, from multiple sources attempting to conceal their identity and cleverly trying to set up meeting times and places. Iris knows which messages to fish out; silly teenagers trying to get back at an enemy (or even a friend, sometimes), mentally unstable men swearing on their dead mother's graves about conspiracy theories from the White House -- Iris rarely ever trusted new sources,  because more often than not, they proved to be useless, and she had enough connections as it was: all around the world, one man or one woman for everything she needed, every story she sniffed out, every lead she followed; she was resourceful, and she had her father to thank for that. It was something, she knew, Lois liked about her: and Iris, always one to help find the truth (and not the extensive theories Lois Lane liked to come up with most of the time), was happy to direct her to her sources.

But this message; this one was different. It was from an ongoing -- and new, of all things, new -- source, one that had discovered Iris's off the book investigation and jumped in: I'll help, they'd said at first, and nothing else. It took little to peak Iris's intrigue, if done the right way, so she'd responded -- with what? The source replied with nothing but a blank message, and several file attachments, which, upon inspection, Iris realized were blueprints. Not -- not entire blueprints, but bits and pieces of some, almost as if they'd been torn apart and recovered by someone who'd been in the presence of said event. They made little sense to Iris, but one thing did manage to catch her eye, if nothing else--

In one devastatingly wrinkled corner, where the scanner had obviously drawn a too-sharp line, in small, capitalized letters, it read: © EOBARD THAWNE.

And wasn't that just what she needed.

The backstory of it was this: Iris's skin had always crawled at the thought and presence of Eobard Thawne. Though the man was much older than her, and proved to be much less wiser in some instances, his romantic advances towards her were -- well, bold, to say the least and to put it mildly. There had been times, in fact, where Iris had snapped on live television, as Eobard attempted to subtly place his hand atop Iris's own, or even, if he was feeling especially perverted, on her thigh. Whereas with other men, refusing advances was simple to Iris (one long-winded speech about sexism from her and they were usually very much over her and stepped back for good), with Eobard, it was almost impossible. No matter how hard she'd try, Eobard would always whisper to her that she was special, that he could show her so much more, if she'd only let him.

Others would simply believe Eobard was having delusions of grandeur, or that he was simply a very colorful man, with age rotting away his brain. Iris, however, knew better -- she trusted nothing if not her gut, and every offhand comment made to her by Eobard was always hiding a double entendre, whether or not anyone else decided to see it. So, as usual, Iris gave into her prying nature, and began looking further into Thawne's past, which was -- well, it was brief, to say the least. Almost as if a part of his life had seized to exist: like he jumped a few years into the future, disappeared, left nothing behind in the wake. It wasn't normal -- no matter how much digging Iris did (contacted the best of the best, because she knew the best of the best, then contacted the better of the best), only one thing about Eobard Thawne was certain: he was hiding something, and whatever it was, he was hiding it well.

So the e-mail she'd received had been a blessing in disguise; before that, all she'd been able to receive were coordinates, which, when placed on a map, lead to nowhere other than the ocean, no speck of what could be land to be seen. Perhaps they'd been wrong, she thought, but before she could send the coordinates off to the one man in Japan that could figure it out, the e-mail came in, and she'd forgotten all about them. And this started a ripple: every week, she'd receive more intel, ranging from small, unintelligible messages ("Over twenty years ago") to larger attachment of files, usually more parts of the ripped blue prints -- that were somehow -- they almost looked like--

And she couldn't put her finger on it, not without a shiver running through her spine. Because it could be anything, really: but then the latest message came, and her mystery source decided it was finally time they met in person: it was finally time she heard the whole story, because time was running out.

Which is what lead her to where she was now: the darkest part of Central City, if she'd been following the directions to a tee, now in the middle of an alleyway, smelling of dead rats and cat piss, the only sound the dripping of water somewhere behind her, unnoticeable to her eyes. She cleared her throat, forced her heart to stop racing (it was so very loud, in the quiet of the alleyway, in the silence of the night). "Hello?" She called out, swallowing thickly and fiddling with a small pocket knife in her back pocket (gifted to her by her brother, who said he hoped she'd never have to use it -- and she hoped so, too). "TimeLeft?" Her voice was quiet, but sounded loud and foreign out in the open as she called her mystery source out by his electronic screen name. "Iris West."

"Yes." The word was drawn out, the voice icy and thin from somewhere in front of her -- she first saw the man's eyes, an icy blue stare, before she noticed the smirk as he stepped into Iris's view, body thin but swift. "I wasn't sure if you'd come." A snake. That's what Iris was reminded of. The man spoke like a snake would -- drawing out every possibly syllable, voice taunting and condescending, turning her blood into ice, skin into stone. 

"I'm here," she forced her voice steady, begged her pounding heart to quiet. She took an unnoticeable step back, hand still stroking the pocket knife. "Say what you need to say and let's get it over with."

"But where, my dame, is the fun in that?" The man hissed with glee that was fearful, almost damned, almost--evil, if Iris could go so far with an adjective. Pure, unadulterated evil. "We have all the time in the world."

Her breath hitched -- not at his words, for they held no meaning to Iris, but at the sudden sight of more men reaching from the shadows. Just as lithe as the first one, just as cunning, with identical smirks etched upon their lips and the same icy, cold gaze. Almost -- almost identical, if it weren't for the defining color of their hair, they could be twins, triplets -- there were four more, quintuplets. 

And Iris wasn't dense -- she knew exactly what was happening now. This was a set-up if she'd ever seen one, and one that wouldn't end with laughing teenagers or interned mentally unstable men: there was only one outcome to this, and Iris wasn't walking out of it -- not alive, anyway.

Her one thought, ironically enough, was how angry she was she wouldn't be able to report her own death.

She drew the small pocket knife swiftly, sure it would do little to stop them, but acting on instinct anyway. "I suggest you stay back," she spat, feigning bravery in the midst of pure fear. "I'm not below stabbing multiple times."

The five men laughed -- identically -- icing Iris to the core, locking her feet to the their place on the ground, and before they came nearer, they spoke to one another as if Iris was no longer in their presence, no longer a threat to their existence (which, if she was being honest with herself, she never was). "He said not to hurt her too much -- just scare her enough so that she backs off," the man she'd seen first hummed with mirth. To his left, the other man's eyes shone with amusement. 

"We're not going to listen to him, are we?" he hissed, drawing closer and closer to Iris, enclosing her against the alleyway's cold, brick wall. "She's already seen too much."

"Of course not," the man to the far right spat. "But she should know why she's dying."

And she closed her eyes, and she didn't dare breathe -- they asked her, then, if she wasn't going to scream as she felt one hand take the knife from her own and another hand stroke her hair, softly and disgustingly. She didn't grant them an answer -- if she was going to die, tonight, she was going to die with dignity. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream, or writhe, or struggle. Iris West wasn't going to let them have fun with this; she was going down the way she'd always lived: knowing the truth, and standing still with it.

Her eyes remained closed as she felt a hand wrap around her throat forcefully, and words were being spoken that she couldn't register, and she thought about Wally, she thought about Barry, she thought about her parents and her siblings and she cursed Eobard Thawne's name, cursed it over and over and over as her breath began to escape her lungs, feeling the ground escape her feet and her chest burn, burn, burn, waiting to erupt.

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WHO: oliver mcmahon. pansexual. casino owner. matt bomer fc. OPEN TO: anyone 30+ PLOT: oliver's tired and frustrated, and your muse presses him a bit too hard

he shook his head and leaned up from his position against the counter, "i am not going to sit here and defend myself when i haven't done anything wrong," oliver paused and moved to walk past his partner, "so, i worked late. what's the big deal? i've never given you a reason not to trust me." and it's not like he had a typical nine to five job. the casino kept him busy at all hours of the day. glancing over his shoulder to look at them, "and if you can't trust me then i'd say maybe this is a good time to realize that we shouldn't be together."

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oliver was sure that he was going to be able to trust the woman to advertise his business in the way he wanted to. after all, he had researched her work before he'd even hired her. she was talented and he was excited to see what she'd captured. he gave the woman a nod and gave her some time to connect everything, "noted. i'll make sure you're taken care of. now, for those pictures. excuse me if i'm a little impatient. i'm just ready to see what you've captured." he admitted with a light chuckle.

to say that tatum was absolutely in love with her job was an understatement, it never felt like work to her especially once she found herself in the full on zone with it. glancing over the photos she already took with much satisfaction for what she captured - confident that he would be able to find more than one photo that would fit the criteria he was seeking for to begin with. "oh, yeah! they turned out incredible. i'm totally excited for you to see them. let me get my laptop set up and connect everything so you have a bigger screen to view them on." she said softly, gathering her things out onto the counter as she quickly connected many cords to the computer. it was something she had done countless times. "either payment method is fine. entirely up to you."

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closed starter for @lostrnkets ft. oliver & tatum

oliver always hired local when it came to his company. whether it was maintenance, an exterminator, or advertisement, he wanted to share his wealth with people in his community and help their business as they did with his. so, it was no surprise that oliver hired tatum, especially once he saw her work. she was good at capturing the moments and that's what he wanted for his website. looking up as he heard a knock at his door, he smiled at the sight of the woman. "catch some good ones?" the man questioned with a tilt of his head. "i'd like to see some of them before you go, if that's alright. now, do you prefer cash or check? i can do either and i'd like to pay you now before i forget. i don't want you thinking your time wasn't appreciated."

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this wasn't a situation that he ever thought he'd land himself in. one, because he never ever allowed himself to fall in love with his victims and two, he never got caught. he had never considered that either of those things would happen and now that they had, he didn't know what to say or do to fix things. the options she gave him weren't things he wanted to do, especially when there was no guarantee that she was still going to want him at the end of the day. he liked taking risks but not risks that would end up in him getting hurt. "i'm still me. i've been me the entire time, despite the things i did to betray you." he explained, eyes watching her. he had really hurt someone he managed to fall in love with. how could he be so stupid? "you ahould choose me because i'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you. i know i fucked up. i know i hurt you but this is all i've ever known. i-" he never had anyone but himself, "i'll do whatever you need me to do." but finally, he needed someone by his side.

"How am I supposed to trust you when the foundation of our relationship is built on lies. Of course you fell for me Zach, I was being honest with you the whole time." Harriet felt like there was no good choice for her to make in this situation. "Meanwhile I'm questioning where the lies stopped. Wondering if I fell in love with a facade of a person and wouldn't love the true you. This is impossible." She exclaimed placing her face in her hands breathing deeply as she considered her options. "I'm worried that if I choose you, I won't feel the same when I start learning your true character. Not to mention I would probably lose my family in the process. So why should I choose you Zach and don't tell me it's because you care about me. If you really want me you have to win me all over again. You can start by apologizing to my father and my entire family. Can you do that, are you man enough to take responsibility for your actions? Which I still don't understand why." Harriet is exasperated as she lays back into the couch staring at him blankly.

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oliver had seemingly forgotten about everything that had happened between the two of them, at least as far as the run in with her ex went. he was talking to a member of her family, laughing as she seemed to be having fun with her cousins on the dancefloor. after a little while, he seemed to have lost sight of her. only for a few moments and that's when he saw the other man shooting his shot once again. frustration and jealousy filled his body before he made his way over to the two of them. he knew it had nothing to do with wife and everything to do with her ex. he gritted his teeth, glaring at the man. "i hope you don't mind if i step in." he grumbled and grabbed his wife's hand before tugging her against him protectively.

"I do know," Aoife agreed easily as her arms settled around his neck and she began to sway to the music. "I love you too," she added, the words spoken against the shell of his ear as she moved against him with just the right amount of restraint for a family wedding.

As the evening progressed Aoife danced with Oliver but also her cousins and other distant family. She was relaxed and happy and enjoying the champagne that flowed and any earlier tension has eased away. Leaving Oliver talking to her uncle Aoife made her way over to the bar and stood patiently waiting to be served. "Those hips don't lie," a deep voice whispered in her ear and she jumped as she felt a hand land on her hip urging her to move them.

"You know I'm married. There are plenty of woman who would indulge you here," Aoife replied firmly as she brushed his hand away from her. However Dan was not easily swayed and both hands quickly returned to her hips.

"Just one little dance for me, for old times sake," he pleaded.

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oliver loved hearing that she was his, especially with the way the two had been working on things. "all mine." he wasn't one to share either. he wanted her to know just how much he cared about her and how unwilling he was to share because of that. after the two parted from their kiss and she took his hand, his thumb moving over her nipple. "mm, let's do that. i'll make you something you like and then we can spend the night rolling around in bed." he nipped at her bottom lip gently and fully pulled away to climb out of the pool so that he could do as he said he could.

Aoife felt her stomach twisting at the way he looked at her. Her eyes widened as he took her chin and looked down at her. Her mouth grew dry and she was well aware that a pool of heat was building within her at the way he spoke and she barely had time to nod her agreement before he kissed her again. "I'm yours," she muttered as their lips parted and her chest heaved. "No one else will ever touch me and you know that," she agreed rather regretting her comment but also incredibly turned on by his reaction. Aoife took his hand and placed it over her breast, "See how aroused you make me. My whole body aches for you." Pushing herself against him again she kissed his ear before whispering, "How about a drink and then you can take me to bed and not sleep."

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oliver chuckled in response and lifted his hand from its place on her hip and pushed his fingers through his hair in attempt to get it out of his face. at her comment, he cocked an eyebrow and lifted his hand to her chin, gripping it as he did so and staring down at the woman. "you're mine," he started, eyes staring down at his wife. "and i don't like to share. you know that." he cooed, his lips finding hers for a moment.

Aoife chuckled, leaning against his shoulder to muffle her laugher as he asked about the neighbours. "I wouldn't be surprised if we are inspiring some of them to get it on themselves," she grinned. "The way John looks at me sometimes I wouldn't be surprised if he turns up and asks to join in someday." Her blue eyes watched her husband's face at that suggestion wondering if it would make him possessive or even more horny.

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the last thing that oliver wanted was to make this situation worse and so, even as he managed to turn the situation into something a little more serious, he was thankful that she wasn't infuriated by his actions enough to ruin their whole night. after all, he was just looking out for her and the way that other men were looking at her. he nodded in agreement to his wife's words, hand finding the small of her back and leading her onto the dance floor. "i just love you. you know that, don't you?"

Aoife sighed internally as Oliver got upset. She had known for many years that he had a jealous side but she didn't expect it to be so on show here. "Yes I get it," she agreed, as much to move the conversation on as anything else though she still had a weird feeling about his reaction. She drank her champagne and they had some food and nothing further was said.

By evening everyone was far more relaxed and the DJ was playing and Aoife heard a song she really liked. "Come and dance with me," she begged, wide eyes pleading for Oliver to dance with her.

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he was so in love with her and he was glad that they were going to work on things, especially since he knew aoife was worth it. oliver moved his arm around her once she curled into him and shook his head, "i think they can live without me for the rest of the night." he would much rather spend his time with his wife anyways. "i'll check on things in the morning." he added and kissed the top of her head. "i'm way too comfortable to leave this spot right now."

Curling her body around his, Aoife pulled the covers up over them with a soft sigh. "Do you have time to lie with me for a while or do you need to go call the casino before they close for the night?" she asked quietly, not wanting to start another fight and she did understand that he didn't work regular hours. However she was comfortable and loved lying there with her head on his chest and one leg wrapped around his waist and she didn't really want to move.

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"i know but that doesn't mean that i want to see it. you know you're beautiful, aoife. you shouldn't need the confidence boost from other men. do i not remind you enough when it comes to how attractive you are?" oliver thought that his feelings were valid. he didn't like other men giving his wife attention. "i know you wouldn't do anything but it's them i don't trust. you get that, don't you?"

"You know it can actually be quite a confidence boost when other people are admiring you," Aoife snapped back with a quiet huff. "And so what if he wanted to talk to me alone for a while. I'm married and not about to do anything I shouldn't but I'm also not going to avoid talking to other people all evening. We are here to have fun."

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oliver loved the feeling of her lips pressed over his face as he calmed down from his high. his breathing slowly came down and eventually, he rolled off of her, his head turned in her direction and a small chuckle leaving his lips as he gave her a nod. "me too. i've missed you, baby." he breathed out. oliver knew he needed to put more effort in and give his wife some more of his time. she didn't deserved the neglect. "and i love you. more than anything in the world." he reassured.

Aoife's arms tightened around his back as she hit her high and hearing his words made the moment even better. Her body had only just began to ease when she felt him shudder with his own release and she began to place soft kisses over his face as her own body began to ease. As they both began to breath easier she gazed at him with a grin, "I needed that." Holding his gaze for a moment she was reminded of the love that she had for him and she leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips before remarking, "You drive me mad but god how I love you."

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oliver furrowed his eyebrows at the man. he didn't appreciate the fact that he was requesting a dance with his wife but he couldn't control her and he knew that. he looked at the woman once the two of them were left alone, "he wasn't just saying hello. i saw the way that he was looking at you and he couldn't be less interested in getting to know i was." he replied with a huff. "he wanted you to himself."

Aoife's eyes narrowed as Oliver ignored Dan's offered hand but she decided to brush it off. Dan just chuckled at the words, "Of course. I will let you enjoy your drink and Aoife, I hope I can get a dance with you later."

Aoife smiled back to him, "I'm sure that can be arranged." As Dan walked away Aoife looked at Oliver with raised brows, "That was rather rude. He was just saying hello."