ramblesandreblogs:

Thank you Nonny! You’re the sweetest! ❤

“So, um…,” Oliver fiddles with his library card while the clerk checks out his stack of books. How does Connor always make this look so easy? “Have you seen any good movies lately?”

He can’t believe he just asked that. Of all the terrible pickup lines in the world, Oliver had to pick the lamest one. Maybe Connor’s right. Maybe he does suck at this.

The guy behind the counter cocks his head to one side. “Really?”

Oliver just swallows and shrugs, willing the guy to just go with it.

“I thought you were with that Walsh guy?” The clerk asks as he slides the neat stack of books across the counter.

“I…we…” Oliver tries to find the words but doesn’t really want to explain to this guy that, “We are but we’re fighting right now.” Echoes of Connor’s voice during their argument play out in Oliver’s head. ‘I wasn’t flirting with him Oliver.’ ‘I was just talking to him. That’s all it was. Talking!’ ‘Oh my God. That was not flirting! Just because you suck at it and wouldn’t know how, you should at least learn to recognize it.’

Thankfully, the guy seems to instinctively understand without Oliver having to rehash the whole stupid fight. “Okay. Well in that case,” he says, as he rests his elbows on the counter and leans in just a little bit, “I haven’t seen it but I’ve heard Jupiter Ascending is really bad, but—you know—like in a good way.”

“Yeah,” Oliver nods. Look at him, talking to other guys. So maybe it isn’t the best flirting ever but still it worked. This whole thing isn’t so hard. But he thought it would make him feel better about the whole fight with Connor; all its doing is making him feel worse. “I heard it was really campy.”

“Well the best sci-fi is always a little campy.” Oliver just smiles at that and the guy smirks at him but it isn’t like Connor’s smirk. This guy’s smirk is a little calculating, almost too practiced, like he knows just how good he looks when he does it. Connor’s is kinder, playful; his eyes are always so warm when he smirks. “We should go see it on Friday.”

Oliver’s gaze snaps up at that. No. He’s taking Connor to that as soon as Connor has a free Saturday afternoon without basketball and Oliver can borrow his brother’s car. Oliver is taking Connor out to lunch and then the movie and then they are going to go park behind the Target and make out. Oliver has the entire thing planned out. “I…uh…”

“Or Saturday?” The guy leans in and takes Oliver hand. Intertwining their fingers and rubbing a thumb over the pulse in Oliver’s wrist. “Saturday works too.”

Oh God. Flirting was the worst idea ever. He’s never doing it again. Oliver opens his mouth to try and figure out how to say no and get his hand back without coming off like a complete ass when a third hand covers his and pulls it back.

“So,” Connor’s voice is cocky and pissed. “What’d I miss?”

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monicashipscoliver:

Anonymous said to monicashipscoliver: would you be able to write a connorxoliver fic for 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”?

(from this meme)

Oliver’s been smiling a lot lately. Connor’s noticed. Connor can’t stop noticing.

In bed, on the edge of sleep, Connor looks at Oliver one last time before closing his eyes. Oliver’s smiling.

In the morning, Oliver scrambling the eggs, Connor manning the toaster. Connor slyly peers over. Oliver’s smile is as bright as sunshine.

Calling at lunch, just to say hello. There’s definitely a smile in Oliver’s voice.

When Connor gets home with takeout and Oliver greets him with a kiss. Twenty minutes later when Connor slinks into the kitchen to admire Oliver from afar as he divides the takeout onto plates. Another minute later, when Connor grabs two glasses and gets them some water, he sneaks a glance at Oliver – Oliver’s smiling.

“You’ve been smiling a lot lately,” Connor says at dinner, curious. While he’d love to take credit for Oliver’s smiles, nothing’s been that different between them. Everything’s been good, but everything’s been good for a while.

“Maybe I have.” Oliver smiles into his napkin.

Connor looks down at his food and stabs a piece of chicken with his fork. He waits a handful of seconds, then glances up at Oliver from under his lashes.

Oliver is looking at his own food. He takes a bite of chicken and his smile spreads.

The chicken isn’t that good.

“What’s going on?” Connor asks.

“What do you mean?”

“The smiling,” Connor says.

“You don’t like it?” Oliver’s smile wavers and Connor immediately hates himself for asking.

“Of course I do. It’s just…” Connor sighs. He doesn’t want to admit this, but it’s Oliver. If anyone won’t mock him for his feelings, it’s him. “I feel left out.”

“Connor.” Oliver’s voice is calm and gentle, and Connor could burst with how much he loves this man. “I’m smiling because of you.”

“Me?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Words jumble and catch in Connor’s throat.

“And Connor,” Oliver reaches out across the table and takes Connor’s hand in his. His hold is warm and soft, ever a comfort, ever Oliver. “You’ve been smiling, too.”

seateeth:

32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Connor has never been in love before.

Connor has never been in like before, even. Not properly, or anything other than a series of episodic moments. Connor likes attributes, likes the way somebody looks, or the low way they talk, or the things that they know, secrets waiting for their lips to spill. Connor likes for a moment, and it’s never lasting, never longer than the night, and, well, Oliver changed that. Screwed his track record, screwed his head up.

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freakypumpkin:

Awww, thank you so much ❤ and I hope you’ll like this little piece, that got longer than I expected, but hey, what else is new. xD Anyway, time travel isn’t my strongest topic, but I hope you’ll like it anyway. 🙂

Not beta’d.

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Bad timing was something Alec excelled at, but this was even by his standards a whole new level.
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Magnus had tried to find the right moment to pose this specific question for the past five months, but the timing had never been quite right. Now he had finally managed to create the perfect ambiance for it. Candlelight, an amazing dinner, with only Camille smiling at him from across the table and nobody to interrupt this moment.
“Camille, there’s something I-”
It can be definitely said that the boy who suddenly walked into the dimly lit dining room was just as surprised as Magnus.
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Alec had been looking for Jace who once again tried to skip curfew, but as he already had two strikes with their teacher, Alec simply felt entitled to be the boring responsible friend and turn every stone of their hostel to get him back to their room. Turning towards the last door all the way down in the cellar, Alec thought about how easy his life would have been if he’d had a usual, responsible best friend that wouldn’t sneak out to meet the daughter of the owner of said youth hostel. But hey, he had wanted Jace to get over that last breakup and here he was.
He opened the door which was surprisingly enough not locked. This place didn’t have many locked doors in general as he had noticed. Though when he stepped through the door, he randomly thought about the saying that some doors shouldn’t be opened.
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The boy was tall, Magnus noted … and pretty … and wearing strange clothes. It might have sounded weird coming from him who loved going all out with the color, but even he had never before seen this kind of pattern. The boy’s blue eyes grew the size of carriage wheels as he took in the room in front of him. They really were very blue and Magnus found himself fascinated by the pure color.
“Who are you? What do you think your doing here?” The moment of stunned silence was broken by Camille who didn’t seem to have the same fascination for the boy as Magnus felt is growing inside of him. There was something very endearing about utter confusion shown so openly.
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It didn’t take a genius to guess that Alec had interrupted a very personal situation. He had gotten very good at picking up on certain things since that last incident with his sister. Sadly he hadn’t become better at avoiding those rather awkward situations. The woman at the one end of the fancy table even had an expression on her face that came very close to Isabelle’s.
“I am so so sorry”, he finally managed to stammer feeling his face heating up. Why did this always have to happen to him? Couldn’t someone else take a turn at ‘being a complete idiot’, so Alec would get the chance of at least one normal week without any occurrences like this. Frustrated he bit his bottom lip and backed out of the room when a sudden call made him stop.
“Wait!”
Alec looked up again to see the young man who had been seated opposite from the very angry lady. Like her he was dressed like the people in the victorian era – he’d written a paper on that fashion once, though now only pieces of information remained – and to be honest the moment he saw the other man smile softly, he didn’t much care for the clothes anymore.
“Who are you?” His voice was calm, his eyes a vibrant green and for a moment Alec thought he’d touch his wrist to keep him from closing the door.
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The candlelight danced across the boy’s pale skin, illuminating the rose color that had flooded his cheeks, playing hide and seek between his messy raven strands.
“Uh, I – I’m Alec … and I am really sorry for interrupting. Just -” The boy – Alec – took a deep breath and his eyes nervously darted to where Camille was sitting before looking down at his feet again. He was wearing some very interesting shoes. “Just go on with your dinner, I won’t … ”, his voice grew more quiet with every word until Magnus had to strain his ears to get the last words.
“Just ignore that I’ve ever been here.” For a second Magnus could see a small, biter smile on Alec’s lips that he didn’t want to see there. No, a boy so young shouldn’t carry so much bitterness. But before he could do anything, Alec stepped back and closed the door with maybe a bit more force than necessary.
Unsure about what to make of the situation Magnus could only stare at the wooden door in front of him, his hand still raised to lift the boy’s chin, his mouth still open filled with unsaid encouragements.
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As soon as the door swung shut, Alec leaned with his back against the cold steel and cursed his life for being so damn complicated. He finally met one really nice and attractive guy who didn’t seem to care much about Alec’s talent of showing up at the most inconvenient moments, and then of course Alec turned and ran. He didn’t even care if the guy had had a hobby of dressing up like that or that he seemed to be having a romantic dinner with his girlfriend in some cellar room of a youth hostel. Maybe he was friends with the owner. 

Why did he have to turn and run? There was no way the guy would come after him. Why did he have to meet someone while wearing his Ninja Turtels PJs?
Alec peeked up at the handle of the door. It didn’t move an inch. Of course it didn’t. Of course he wouldn’t come after Alec to ask why he was such an idiot. Alec bit his lip hard.
But damn, his smile had been nice.
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Magnus pulled the door open as soon as it had been closed, but all he saw was the empty hallway of his townhouse. The candles of the dining room let tall shadows move lazily across the walls, but none of these were dark enough to hide Alec and there was no way he had made it to the door this fast.
Magnus thought about rushing outside and searching the streets for those blue eyes, but Camille’s voice held him back.
“What is it?”, she asked. The soft rustling of the expensive fabric if her dress sounded through the room when she got up to stand next to Magnus, peering into the empty hallway. “Where did he go?”
“I don’t know”, Magnus whispered. “I don’t know.”
Once again he thought that the timing for his big question wasn’t quite right.  

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Now feel free to think about Magnus as a warlock who breaks up with Camille and spends the next centuries searching for Alec until he finally meets him again in the 21st century. :3

sulkybbarnes:

34. ”If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
Haha I can definitely see what you mean by that, thanks for the prompt lovely!!
Based on this post 

The plan for the night had been simple and innocent enough; take Connor out for dinner, head for the cinema right after said dinner, and end the night with a short drive followed by some awesome sex once they get home. Simple, organized, and ending on a great note where he got to take Connor back home with him -the way he did every night- and kiss searing promises into his skin.

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sulkybbarnes:

1. “Come over here and make me.”
Oh my, I really like this one. Thanks, sweetheart!!
Based on this post

Oliver had been studying for his finals for the entire past week. He hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in ages, hadn’t even spent more than an hour away from his books in just as long, and had been living on granola bars and coffee for days. So it was very understandable when the sound of Connor Walsh’s loud laughter grated on his nerves. 

Connor was one of their universities most known students. He had his own entourage of cool kids to hang out with, a shiny new car he drove around, and a smirk that could put Lucifer’s to shame. He had the Devil May Care attitude down to a science, and Oliver couldn’t handle his shit for another second.

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gaybnktop:

From this. They are 14-15yo.

Connor had seen the new kid around a couple of times. He and his family had moved next door couple of weeks ago and Connor was dying to get to know better the cute guy with the big glasses and dark hair. But he had no idea what to say or do. He couldn’t just go and talk to the guy ‘cause what would he say? “Hi you are kinda cute and I’m hoping that maybe we could make out a little or something?” Yeah, that might not be the best way to break the ice.

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coljver:

the keating 5 + oliver play monopoly. that’s it. that’s the fic.

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Wes
had called it bonding. Connor calls it war.

Monopoly
is pretty much the board game equivelent of running onto a battle
field and stabbing all of your friends in the back, and he is
determined to win.

“Stop
calling me competitive,” he tells Oliver, frown pulling at his
face. “I’m not competitive.”

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monicashipscoliver:

Anonymous said to monicashipscoliver: Number 38 in a highschool au?

(from this meme)

Connor loves the walk from 3rd to 4th period and the end of the day by his locker – because those are the two times a day he gets to see upperclassman Oliver Hampton. Those are the two times a day, Connor gets to make Oliver blush.

Oliver has the best blush. It spreads right up to the tip of his ears, and sometimes down his neck. He stumbles a little, and clutches his books tight to his chest.

It’s the most adorable thing Connor has ever seen. And all he has to do to see it is smile.

Lately, though, he’s been throwing on his A-game. Last week, he’d slowly looked Oliver up and down, eyes landing on Oliver’s throat just in time to watch him swallow. A day later, he pulled out a smile and said, “Hey.”

“Oh, uh – hello.” Oliver blushed particularly bright that day.

Today, Connor’s going to ask him out. It’s been a long time. He’s certain Oliver will say yes.

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seateeth:

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!” Connor says, frowning. It’s cute, but Oliver still isn’t going to give him the last cupcake.

“You do realise you don’t actually live here, right?” Oliver says. He has one eyebrow raised just a little bit, but he’s also got a smile on his face, so the effect is probably ruined.

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