OH MY GOSH!! Yes to both of them getting sick at the same time and being all cute but then also think of both of them getting sick at the same time and almost killing each other…
“Really? You finished off the last of the Kleenex? Really? That is what happened.”
“Shut up Connor. You took the last of the cough drops hours ago and didn’t ask if I needed one.”
“What am I supposed to use to blow my nose now, OLIVER? Toilet paper? Paper towels?”
“I am sucking on a LIFE SAVER to soothe my throat right now. Don’t talk to me!”
They then play rock-paper-scissors for thirty minutes to decide who has to leave the blanket fort on the couch to run to CVS. When Connor looses three turns in a row, he accuses Oliver of cheating. Annoyed, and with a throat on fire from practically hacking up a lung, Oliver gives in and throws off the blankets to go. Connor feels bad watching his sick boyfriend fight with his shoelaces so he gets off the couch to go with.
They bicker the entire way to CVS but then separate in the store to make the whole run quicker. Oliver grabs the tissues with the lotion because Connor mentioned that the other ones were scraping his nose raw while Connor gets the honey flavored cough drops because they’re Oliver’s favorites, even though he likes the berry ones better. Neither says anything when they meet back up at the checkout but they walk home holding hands.
Tag: to read
“Did you honestly think I had left?”
I’m still not sure how I feel about this one, you guys…The spot on the bed next to him is empty when he wakes. He runs a hand over the sheets and they’re cool. He holds his breath and listens to the quiet of the apartment. No shuffling of sock covered feet over hardwood or clink of dishes as coffee is made. Without even looking, he knows the apartment is empty.
He buries his face in the opposite pillow and breathes in. Deep and long. Ignoring the bile rising in his throat and the tears in his eyes. He’d known this was coming. They were arguing so much lately and last night’s argument had been especially vicious. Each of them ripping open wounds long scabbed over to pour more salt in. Looking back, he should have known that last night wasn’t just another in their long list of fights. Last night had been the end.
The scrape of the key in a lock startles him and he sits up in bed, watching him walk in. He looks haggard and worn, like he hadn’t slept at all the night before. A pastry bag is gently tossed on the bed and bounces a little.
“You pick. They had cherry and cheese. No apple.” He leans over to hand over the second cup of coffee. “They were also out of the sugar-free vanilla syrup so its got regular. Hope that’s okay.”
“I thought—” Running a hand through his hair, he can’t get the words out as he watches him pull up a chair and prop his feet up on the end of the mattress. “I thought you—”
“You thought what?” He takes a sip of his coffee and waits but then it clicks. “Wait. You thought I left?” Nods. “Well I didn’t. Now fuel up.” He gestures with his coffee cup. “Round two starts in thirty.”
Prompt: Sarcastic Techie(I attempted….)
“I don’t know what I did. I tried reinstalling the printer and that didn’t work,” Connor explains to the super hot tech guy who knocked on his office door. He stands up from his office chair, gesturing for the guy to take as seat as he continues. “The printer’s got enough ink and paper. I think the Bluetooth connection is fine. I mean, the little thingy on the screen doesn’t have that line through it.”
“Did you try turning it off and then back on?” The tech asks as he gets comfortable in Connor’s chair.
“No. Should I try that next time?” Connor looks away from the screen to catch the laugher in the tech guy’s eyes. “Mean.”
“Sorry.” He smiles and doesn’t look the least bit sorry. “Couldn’t resist.”
Connor hovers over the guy’s shoulder as he works his computer magic; not to be an annoyance or anything like that. He just wants to see how the guy fixes it so he can maybe save himself a call to IT next time. It’s stupid but he’s a little embarrassed to admit he isn’t sure what’s wrong with his computer. However, as he watches fingers fly over the keys, Connor admits to himself that he can’t follow whatever it is this guy is doing and he’s completely lost.
A few moments later, his printer starts up and Connor rushes over to pluck the page off the tray. It’s the report! It’s working! “You’re amazing! I could kiss you!”
The tech guy blushes a little as he stands. “It’s really not a big deal. It was just a bad connection.”
“Did I, like, do something to make it go bad or—?”
“No,” the tech guy is quick to shake his head. “If anything, we did. We went through some updates last night while everyone was gone and some things just didn’t work out well.” He hesitate, moving to the doorway. “Sorry for the inconvenience. I’m Oliver, by the way.”
“Connor. Connor Walsh.” Connor holds out a hand and they shake.
“I—I kinda figured.” Oliver smiles shyly and gestures to the nameplate on Connor’s door. They hesitate for a second in the doorway again and Connor tries to think of something to say to make Oliver smile again. The guy’s got a great smile. “Okay. Well. I should go. If the printer gives you anymore trouble, just call.”
“Yeah. I—I will.” Connor half waves as Oliver heads out. “See you around.”
He watches Oliver head down the hall and turns back to his office, looking for something he can ‘accidentally’ break so he has an excuse to place another service call with IT.
prompt: more domestic coliver
As the early morning light creeps in through the slits in the blinds, Connor kicks back the covers and stretches out like a cat on Oliver’s bed – no, their bed, now.
Beside him, Oliver groans and makes a grab for the covers. Connor quickly pulls them out of reach.
“Rise and shine, lazy bones,” Connor says, smiling, and leans down to kiss Oliver’s cheek.
Oliver buries his face in his pillow. “How are you so awake already?”
Connor kisses Oliver’s shoulder next. “Good night’s sleep.”
“There’s no way.” Oliver lifts his head and casts a sideways glance at Connor. “You kept me up all night.”
A smirk tugs at Connor’s lips. “I didn’t hear anyone complaining last night.”
Oliver hits him with the pillow.
Connor laughs as he bats it away. “Still don’t hear any complaining!”
Finally, Oliver starts to smile, too, though it’s tight like he’s trying to hide it.
Connor opens his mouth to call him on it, but Oliver jumps him, tackling him down to the bed. Oliver hovers over him, eyes darkening, gaze fixed to Connor’s lips, and Connor has to swallow because his mouth is suddenly dry.
When the hell did he get so lucky?
Oh, yeah. The minute he met Oliver.
“Round two, then?” Connor asks.
Oliver answers with a kiss.
I told you so
Summary Oliver has been wanting to meet Connor’s family for a while and Connor finally gives in.
So… not quite my usual standard… but my latest AU! College! Oliver’s a mature age student, Connor’s a high-school leaver (hey – they say write what you know, right?) yet somehow they juust… find each other. Because Coliver. Hope you guys enjoy! And hope I can still keep writing, albeit slowly!!!
First years, everywhere. He was surrounded by them – he could
smell the eagerness and uncertainty seeping from their pores.What was he doing here? Not here, here – a degree is a degree – but why had he bothered to come
to the orientation shit? He knew what the library was. He knew how to search,
how to read an article, how to tell the difference between some Wikipedia crap
(which, in all honesty, he’d use as a basis anyway because, come on, how can
you ignore the simplest way of finding primary research out there?) and an
actual peer-reviewed source.The girl to his left was busy scrawling notes. JAFFY. That was a definite NO.
The guy on his right? Hooooooot.
He was leaning back in his chair, draped over it like he already owned the
joint, his limbs hanging just in that way that screamed cool but missing the pretentious air usually accompanying it. God,
he held swag just sitting in a
lecture theatre. And the stubble tracing his jawline, the dark eyes, the long
fingers tracing the edge of his coffee cup? …
Poli
“He isn’t in love with me because he’s my cousin.”
Every morning I wake up in the armpit of his alien world. His world was completely different from what he was used to. Yes, he was well off, with his family and whatnot but not like Oliver.
When Oliver told him his parents wanted to meet him and wanted them to spend their summer vacation over at their home in the Philippines he didn’t imagine something like what he saw. It was more than a home, it was like, an assortment of luxury homes combined to make this huge three story home.
Connor was well off, but Oliver, it seems, had money shooting out of his ass.“I know it might look like a lot, but it really isn’t.” Oliver had said when he and Connor first pulled up.
That was a bald face lie if he ever knew one. Connor walked quickly down the hall, taking a turn whenever something looked familiar. He wasn’t sure why all the rooms seemed to be connected and none of the workers understood English and he couldn’t even say, “Good morning” in Filipino so they probably thought he was being rude.
He leaned against the wall, toothbrush still in his mouth and realised he’d probably die of starvation before anyone even knew he was lost, again. It was the second time this week.
“Oliver!!!!” Connor groaned, hoping he’d hear him. It was still early so his family probably wouldn’t be up.
He guessed that was probably why the house didn’t seem as huge like Oliver had said. When everyone was up and away his home was filled with chatter and the sound of kids playing and adults talking.
Oliver’s father worked as a real estate agent but he also volunteered at the recreational centre in town where he grew up. Oliver’s grandparents and aunt along with his little cousin lived with them.
Then there was the pool boy.
“Hey, where did you go?” Oliver asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes walking to him.
Connor pouted, “I got lost again.”
coliver + “it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD” because connor can only study with loud music blasting in the background thank you!! (ps. your writing is so good it’s seriously the best)
Oh my god thank you so much, sweet anon, you’re very kind ❤ Also I have to say that I found this prompt fun to write because I can’t study without blasting classic rock in the background either. I really hope you like this!!
Based on this postOliver wasn’t a violent person by nature. On the contrary he was often quiet and soft spoken, so much so that people would call him shy. It took some serious effort to get Oliver pissed off, but once it happened there was no stopping him -and that’s why Oliver’s next door neighbor was in for a world of trouble.
At three in the fucking morning, Mr. Classic Rock next door was blasting his music so loud that Oliver could swear the thin walls were shaking with the noise. Surely in a building compound filled with university students one would expect such behavior, but the music started up about an hour ago -pulling Oliver from a blissful sleep, no less- and he was done waiting for the asshole to go to sleep or finish whatever weird party he was having.
Oliver made up his mind to go over to his neighbour’s with a grim expression and a firm nod. He left his apartment’s door unlocked, walking the five steps to his neighbor’s door and taking a deep breath before knocking. Hard.
The music finally stopped after the fifth time Oliver knuckled the door in anger. There was the sound of something crashing to the floor, followed by approaching footsteps and the creak of the door as it swung open.
“you’re lying on the floor of the movie theater crying and i’m the employee who has to tell you another movie starts in five minutes so you have to leave and i’m really sorry but im also confused as to why a documentary on lightbugs affected you so much” AU. This fic prompt works weirdly well for colliver tho
Oliver liked the Monday evening shift at the movie theatre best. There were no crazy mobs of teenagers, and no crying babies; just a few quiet couples and some kindly old ladies. Tonight he was on clean up, which he didn’t mind either because it meant he didn’t really need to interact with anyone.
He was minding his own business, theatre eight had just let out from a terribly boring documentary about light-bugs, when he saw this guy. There were two things he noticed right away; one, this guy was hot as hell. And not ‘cute’ hot, or ‘sweet’ hot, but holy-shit-please-push-me-up-against-a-wall kind of hot, with a scruffy beard and distractingly dishevelled hair.
malec prompt: “oh i wasnt paying attention bc ur very good looking and i hit my head against this pole and oh god it’s bleeding you’re gunna help me with that???
Sorry this one took so long! I haven’t had the time to get to it.
Couple quick notes:
1) They’re both human in this.
2) That address at the end there? Total BS. I know nothing of New York. >.>As far as Magnus was concerned there was really nothing more tedious than sitting in middle of the
day New York City traffic. Everyone was on their way back to work from their
lunch breaks and, dreading the return to their tedious and unloved jobs they
were driving as if, rather than work, they were heading to their executions.
Nothing was moving. Nothing.“Somebody better be
dead for this sort of delay.” Magnus grumbled, sinking low in his seat.Not that he actually
wanted anybody dead. It was just that he really wanted to get home after
being in LA for two weeks directing his latest fashion show. He missed his own
bed. His own bathtub. His cat.But no. Everyone was too busy not moving. And it wasn’t
as if he could turn down a side-street and try a different route; he was
currently in the middle of a block. Besides. The last time he’d seen a side
street (which seemed like hours ago even though it was only about sixty feet
behind him) the road on the other end had been just as bad.“I’m going to die in this car.” Magnus announced to no
one in particular as he slid even lower, now barely able to see out the
windows.
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