Hi Nonny! I did already do a hurt/comfort nightmare fic (here on tumblr or here on ao3) or I went with your first prompt instead.
Also, apologies. I don’t think this is what you were after when you asked for a winter fic…A cold front is going to be sweeping through the region tonight, bringing with it record breaking colds. Many schools across the area have already canceled classes for tomorrow…
“Guess whose got a snow day?” Connor all but sings as he lets himself into Oliver’s apartment. Dumping the bag and box of files on a chair, he leans over to peck Oliver’s cheek as he hops up to sit on the counter, near where Oliver’s putting the final touches on dinner.
“I’m guessing it’s you,” Oliver replies, unamused.
“Yep,” Connor grins at him and reaches over to steal Oliver’s glass of wine to take a sip. “Well, I guess it’s more a cold day. Going to be too cold out there for us poor students to walk to class.”
“What about work?” Oliver asks, turning away to pour himself another glass of wine since his wine is now Connor’s wine.
“Annalise called it off too. Told us not to come in.” He scoots off the counter and grabs some plates. “Did give each of us a ton of case law to look over,” he explains, gesturing to the box of files as he walks over to quickly set the table. “So the day isn’t going to be all fun. But still…” Connor trails off as he walks back around the counter and up behind Oliver. He grips Oliver’s hips, pulling them back so their bodies are flush, and noses behind Oliver’s ear. “Play hooky with me tomorrow.” He slips his hands under Oliver’s sweater to run over the flat planes of his stomach as lightly nips at Oliver’s earlobe. “Call in sick and spend the day staying warm with me.”
“I can’t…” Oliver says, breathlessly.
“Yes you can. It’s very simple,” Connor persists, mouthing down that delicious cord of Oliver’s neck. “You call your boss and explain that your boyfriend has plans for you tomorrow.” He shifts a little, slotting himself better against Oliver’s back and gently rolling his hips, as Oliver lets his head fall back on Connor’s shoulder. “So many plans, Oliver.”
“What…” Oliver breaks off on a whine as Connor sucks a gentle mark to the bolt of his jaw. “What kind of plans?”
“Oh, Oliver.” Connor smiles as he nips at the mark just to make Oliver moan and arch his back. Oliver grabs one of Connor’s hands slides it down and Connor hides another smile in the curve of Oliver’s shoulder, unspeakably fond. “You’ll just have to call in tomorrow to find out.”
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Coliver 33
“Please don’t do this.” (from this meme)
Connor can’t breathe in here. The air’s too heavy, too full, too stifling. He can’t be here anymore. He has to get outside. He needs the distance.
“Connor?”
“Don’t worry about it, Oliver,” Connor says. He grabs his jacket off the back of the couch and heads for the door.
“I don’t understand what’s happening. Tell me what’s happening.”
Nothing was happening. And that’s the problem. They were sitting on the couch, watching netflix, like seems the routine anymore. And it all felt so sickeningly domestic.
Connor doesn’t do domestic. That’s just not who he is.
Fuck and run. That’s all he’s ever been.
But it’s never been like that with Oliver, not even from the start, when Connor had picked him up at a bar for a quick lay but ended up staying for breakfast just because of a pair of brown doe eyes and a simple, “Please?”
Connor doesn’t cuddle. Only he does with Oliver. And he loves it.
He’s messed this up. So, so bad. He’s in too deep. He needs to get out.
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28. “Marry me?”
Thank you, anon!! I loved writing this and I really hope you like it ❤
Based on this post
Read on AO3There’s a little place where the curtains don’t quite meet and the sun is streaming through it, making its way to the bedspread and tickling Oliver’s side. He’s laying in bed with his boyfriend, their legs entangled and Connor’s head tucked safely under Oliver’s chin. The room is quiet except for the little murmurs Connor makes in his sleep. He shifts a bit, his arm tightening around Oliver’s middle, as he mutters something that sounds like “S’cold, Ollie. Warmth.” and Oliver takes that as an invitation to snuggle closer. He holds Connor a little tighter, and feels his heart grow five sizes too big with how much he loves this man.
“Marry me,” Oliver whispers into Connor’s hair and knows that he means it. Connor may not be awake to hear it now, but Oliver will say it again later. He’ll say it loud and clear and a thousand times if he has to. He knows that Connor will say yes -is sure of it, even- but the decision sends a flutter down his stomach still.
He smiles into Connor’s skin, kisses his temple, and then drifts back to sleep.
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Hello. Could you do #7 with a college au?
red-hairedwriter7 said to monicashipscoliver: How about 7 with Coliver?
“I almost lost you.” (from this meme)
Connor sits at the bar, waiting for Oliver to come back from the bathroom, when a guy slides into the empty space – Oliver’s space – beside him.
Connor puts on his sharpest smirk and looks at the guy.
Not bad looking, wide shoulders, big biceps. But Connor hasn’t been with
anyone since Oliver reached across the futon and took Connor’s hand
during a netflix binge last week. They’re roommates, maybe something
more, but they went to bed separately that night without talking about
it. They still haven’t talked about it.Connor doesn’t know what they are, but he isn’t going to chance it.
Connor opens his mouth to tell the guy, thanks but no thanks, when the guy asks, “Is that guy you were with single?”
Prompt fill for a college, friends-to-lovers AU.Author’s note: I would be remiss in not pointing out that this fic was inspired by scones-and-texting-and-murder’s Practical Considerations (here on ao3). It’s a DeanCas fic but it is just so so SO good that everyone should read it, regardless of ships/fandoms. Honestly, just go read it now. I read it at least once every few weeks if not more. I have the whole thing almost memorized. It’s absolute perfection from beginning to end. Really, just go read that instead of this. My shitty terrible mess of an imitation can wait.“So, what am I going to do Oliver?”
Oliver turns his head to look at Connor, who is still looking up at the stars. They’re spread out on an old blanket on their building’s roof, under the inky night sky. Connor’s got his arms pillowed under his head and Oliver’s resting his on a folded up jacket. They’d come up here to celebrate but their celebratory beers are still unopened by their feet near their phones, both of which are turned off. Connor’s was buzzing too much with congratulatory texts and Oliver didn’t have anyone he wanted to talk to at the moment, present company excluded of course.
Connor had gotten the big envelope from Middleton Law School today. Not the small, thanks but no thanks one. The big one. The Congratulations Mr. Walsh we are pleased inform you envelope.
Connor had gotten in.
Connor is going to go to law school three states away.
Oliver had known this was coming, of course. He’d known since that first week freshman year. They’d lived on the same floor and bonded quickly over the shared experience of having a terrible roommate. They’d been spread out on the floor of Oliver’s room, almost like they were now, and were having one of those deep, philosophical discussions that college freshmen love to have.
“I’m going to go to law school at Middleton Law School,” Connor had told him.
“Where’s Middleton?” Oliver had wanted to know.
“Philly.”
“Never been. I always wanted to though,” Oliver had said and then asked, “Why there?”
Connor had let out a deep sigh. “My dad applied there when he was going to law school and got turned down.” Then, Connor had turned his head and his gaze was confident and sure as he met Oliver’s. “In four years, I’m going to get in to that school that turned him down and he is going to be my very first phone call.”
Four years later and that’s exactly what happens.
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Coliver
Oliver groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His head hurt like hell and it took some time until his eyes could focus on anything around him. Where the hell was he?
“Hey, you okay?” A voice asked from somewhere close to him. Oliver looked around until he saw brown eyes looking back at him.
“Connor? Where am I? What happened?” Oliver asked, trying to sit up but he still felt a little shaky so he couldn’t get up.
“Hey hey hey, just stay still, the nurse will be back soon.” Connor said, gently pressing Oliver back down on the couch by his shoulder. “You got hit on the head with a basketball. It was an accident but it hit you hard enough that you fainted.” Connor explained.
“Wha—” Oliver had a hard time following. Last thing he remembered was being on PE class and suddenly he was at the school nurse’s couch with his crush, who he had spoken probably three words before this day, sitting next to him.
“Why are you here?” Oliver asked.
“Well you fainted… straight into my arms so I carried you here.” Connor said and a playful smirk formed to his lips. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Connor said with a sultry voice. Oliver felt his face heating up.
“I don’t… know what you are talking about.” Oliver lied.
“Oh come on, I’ve seen how you look at me.” Connor smiled and leaned in to whisper to his ear. “Don’t worry, I think you are cute too.” Oliver turned to look at him so quickly that he could feel a little pop in his neck. Right at that moment the nurse walked back into the room and Connor leaned back away from Oliver and winked at him.
Coliver number 4!
From this. This one was requested twice yay!
“Done!” Oliver announced and lifted his hands up. Connor turned to look at him and put down his phone.
“Well that took you some time.” Connor said and moved closer to his boyfriend.
“Yeah I’m so sorry that hacking files for my boyfriend sometimes takes some time!” Oliver snapped and stretched his neck to the side, massaging his left shoulder with his hand.
Connor trying to propose for months but something always go wrong, until he had enough and just drags oliver to get married???
It’s not totally it but I tried Nonny! I tried!I’m sorry!!Tonight’s going to be the night, Connor thinks as he pulls into the parking garage. Those other times he tried to propose and it didn’t work out were just…trial runs. Practice sessions, if you will, for tonight’s success. Tonight he is going to finally ask Oliver to marry him if it kills them. Which, considering the outcome of those other dry runs, is not necessarily that unlikely of an outcome. But, Connor rationalizes as he heads up to their apartment, the failures of the past are behind him and tonight is definitely going to be the night.
The apartment is quiet when he walks in. Which is a little odd, Oliver normally has the TV or music on for background noise. “Oliver?” he calls out, setting his keys and briefcase down. He peeks into the bathroom to check if Oliver’s in the shower and it’s empty. “Ollie?” He walks over to their bedroom and his tone turns singsong, “Ollie? Where are you?” Connor stops in the doorway, taking in the drawn curtains, the tissues littering the nightstand, and Oliver burrowed under the quilt. No. No. No. “Oliver?” he asks gently, making his way over to sit next to Oliver on the bed and touch a hand to his forehead.
The gentle touch wakes him and Oliver opens his eyes with a groan. “Hi,” he grumbles out.
“Hi,” Connor replies, his tone still low and soothing.
“I’m sick.” Oliver turns a little to burrow closer.
“I can see that.” Connor smiles to himself. “What happened? I saw you this morning and you were fine.”
“Remember that throat tickle I’ve had all week?” Oliver asks and Connor gives a quick “Yeah” before Oliver continues. “It exploded around lunch.”
Connor hums in sympathy. “Do you need anything?” Oliver mumbles a no. “Maybe the shower will help you feel better.”
“Don’t wanna shower,” Oliver mumbles, drifting off as Connor cards a hand through his hair.
“Okay. You want to take a bath. I think we’ve got enough time.”
The tone in which Connor says that causes Oliver to lift his head. “What?”
“Before the reservation,” Connor says. “If you want to take a bath, I think you have enough time before we’ve got to leave.”
“You still want to go to dinner?” Oliver asks, propping himself up on an elbow.
“Well, we’ve had this dinner planned for weeks. I don’t know when we’ll get another reservation.” Even as he’s saying it, Connor knows it’s ridiculous. Oliver’s sick; they can’t go to dinner but they have to go to dinner. He cannot wait any longer to propose to Oliver. He just can’t. That’s not an option.
And it feels like I’m closer
jaydeemz asked for a sequel to this fic and added she wanted “the first time Oliver invites Connor to bed. Shameless fluff. :’)”
I hope I did it justice, Julie!
Oliver finishes typing an email to a colleague from work. They’d been discussing this idea for a new project and Oliver had been working on a few lines of code, which he attached to that email. He hit send and looked at the time on his laptop. 1:27 am. He hadn’t realized he’d been working on it all night. Funny how time works, eh?
He sighs and stretches in his place on the couch, careful not to let his laptop fall from his lap. Closing it, he puts it down beside him and rubs at his tired eyes.
That’s when he looks down and finds Connor still sitting on the floor of his carpeted floor, going over his study notes. And, whoa! The mass of papers around him as multiplied, and so has the diameter of the “war zone”, as Oliver likes to call it whenever Connor stops by and borrows his living room for studying purposes.
“Your apartment building is much quieter than mine,” he’d said once while standing at Oliver’s front door and holding a small pile of books and notes, a pleading look on his face.
“I’m not sure which one is worse: the dog from the floor below, barking at the smallest of noises, or the couple living above me, whose TV seems to be stuck on the highest volume setting,” Connor had added that night, after Oliver stepped aside to let him in.
He’d pointed at the couch, saying “It’s all yours.”
Coliver fic – prompt: dealing with a power outage.Conner glared at his phone screen, angrily hitting the power
button. “How long does this take?”“Conner,
it’s been five minutes.”“I just
lost 2048 for like the nineteenth time!”Oliver laughed.
“You could help me with all of this?” he motioned towards the multitude of
candles strewn across the table. Lighting one carefully, he carried over to the
kitchen counter. Conner watched yellow light send strange shadows across Oliver’s
face.“Candles?”
Conner grinned. “Romantic. Do you not own any flashlights?”
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