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tommyhardyx · 5 years

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Mr Solomons - Part 8

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Pairing: Modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader Word Count: 2.5k Summary: You and Alfie go on your first trip together as a couple Warnings: swearing, sex A/N: Okay so it’s been a little while, I’m so sorry for that! I’ve been pretty stressed and overwhelmed with going back to uni and everything that comes with the beginning of a new semester so thank you all for your patience and I really hope you enjoy this chapter! Please let me know what you think!

The sun shines warm on your back, the sound of the waves washing up against the shore setting you at ease. One of your hands is engulfed by Alfie’s, your fingers threaded through his as you watch Cyril run up ahead his huge paws crashing against the pebbles.

It had been Ollie’s suggestion that you and Alfie get out of the city, take a trip away just the two of you together somewhere peaceful. Of course, when Alfie brought it up to you he insisted that Cyril come along too, no way would he leave his boy behind while you two go off on a long weekend together.

Alfie left the decision of where to go up to you, though he did ask for one thing in particular that you pick somewhere near the ocean, somewhere he could walk along the beach with you and Cyril. So, you chose Brighton, a place from your childhood you’d been wanting to revisit for a while now. And so, the prospect of going back with Alfie was exciting.

“It’s nice ‘ere isn’t it? Peaceful.”

You never would have guessed that Alfie felt at home along the water’s edge, that his usual frown would fade away and, in its place, a small smile would sit on his lips.

“It is, feels good to get out of the city for a bit,” you agree, laughing as Cyril attempts to chase a bird along the edge of the water.

“Ollie had a good idea for once,” Alfie mutters, laughing when he spots your raised eyebrow. “Yeah alright he’s full of good ideas, just don’t fucking tell him I said that don’t need him getting a big head.”

You laugh, leaning in against his side. Cyril comes running over, jumping up on Alfie his wet paws soaking Alfie’s shirt in the process. He’s not mad though, instead, he grins, helping Cyril down onto four legs, his hand falling from yours as he leans down to give the dog a head scratch.

“You havin’ a good time mate?” he asks, his grin as wide as it usually is when he looks at Cyril.

Cyril barks at Alfie, tail wagging madly as it always does in the presence of Alfie.

“Yeah, you’re having a good time,” he says, he turns to look over his shoulder at you. “Feel like grabbing a coffee and heading back to the hotel?”

You nod, helping Alfie up and clipping the lead back onto Cyril’s collar, handing it over to Alfie to avoid Cyril pulling it out of your hand with his strength.

The walk back to the hotel is a quick one, you’d picked it for its view of the ocean something you were sure Alfie would appreciate, and you were proven right when he woke up early by choice to cuddle with you and watch the sunrise over the ocean through the window.

When you make it back inside, you sink into the not quite comfortable couch sipping your coffee as Alfie goes to change into a dry shirt, smiling when he joins you and slips one big arm around your shoulders and you naturally settle into his side.

Cyril, exhausted from his running along the beach, curls up on the floor at your feet, the warmth radiating off him warming up your cold feet as Alfie flicks through the channels on the TV, though you both know he won’t decide on anything to watch.

Predictably, Alfie doesn’t find anything he’s interested in watching and instead you play some music on your phone, the smooth sounds of Lana Del Rey filling the silence. Alfie rests his cheek against your head his fingers gently brushing your arm as he rubs his foot against Cyril’s back.

“Know what I’ve been thinkin’?” he mutters, not waiting for an answer. “I think I want another dog, give this one someone to play with.”

Cyril looks up when Alfie nudges him with his foot, head tilted to the side to look at his dad.

“Oh yes! What kind of dog are you thinking?” you ask, the prospect of another dog running around Alfie’s place exciting you.

“Don’t know, I’ll go to a shelter and adopt one, wanna come help me pick one out?”

“Of course, I want to, when were you thinking of doing it?”

“Once we get back to London we’ll go have a look,” he decides, kissing your head as he smiles down at Cyril.

It’s no surprise he wants another dog if anything you’re surprised he hasn’t already adopted a dozen other dogs to keep himself and Cyril company. You’ve watched first hand how Cyril helps him, keeps him calm when he’s in pain because of his leg, the way even when it’s early and he’s in a mood Cyril is able to put a grin on his face.

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For the last night of your trip you and Alfie head out for dinner, deciding to find somewhere that gives you an excuse to dress up to go out. You choose a tight, knee-length black leather skirt, with a long sleeve, v- neck, deep red blouse, with a pair of black heels to finish it off with the real highlight of the outfit hidden from view until you’re ready for Alfie to see it.

Alfie chooses to wear a pair of slacks with a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons left undone to show off his tattoos.

Watching you as you touch up your makeup, Alfie shakes his head.

“You’re making me want to skip dinner and take you straight to fucking bed love,” he says, crossing the bathroom to wrap his arms around your waist, his lips finding your neck.

Rolling your eyes, you drop your lipstick back into your makeup bag, laughing when Alfie’s beard tickles your neck.

“We’re not skipping dinner, you’ll just have to wait.”

Alfie huffs, his arms staying firmly around your waist as you pull away from the mirror, attempting to walk back into the bedroom to get your shoes.

“Alfred get off me,” you mutter, earning a groan from the man as he pulls himself away from you practically pouting as you slip into your heels. “If you can get through dinner, I’ve got a surprise for you when we get back.”

That catches his interest, his frown at the use of his full name melting into a grin as he leans in to kiss you his hands moving from your waist to your backside, his palms cupping your cheeks as he grins into the kiss.

“What kind of surprise?”

You shake your head, pressing a brief kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“You’ll have to behave through dinner to find out.”

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“Alfie.”

Stepping out of the bathroom, Alfie’s eyes reach you as you step into view his eyebrows going up at the sight of your lingerie clad body leaning against the doorframe.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Like it? I picked it out for you,” you ask, turning around to wiggle your arse at him looking over your shoulder to watch his eyes go wide at the sight of your arse covered in lace.

“Fuckin’ hell love,” he mutters, as you turn back to face him. “Get that arse of yours over here.”

Grinning, you cross the room to the bed standing at the end as you enjoy the feeling of his eyes roaming ravenously over your body.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he says, the undertone to his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You back away from the bed, shaking your head as you move away from him enjoying the frown that forms on his face as he stands up stalking towards you.

Giggling, you back away from him and into the corner of the room where he traps you in against the wall, his arms caging you in as you grin up at him.

“Problem?”

Alfie glares at you, leaning in to drag his lips across your cheek kissing his way up to your ear.

“You tryin’ to tease me?” he asks, his voice rough and when you glance down you can see the way his erection tents his jeans.

“Hm, well it’s clearly working,” you say with a grin, reaching to cup his erection in your hand.

Growling, Alfie pulls you away from the wall and picks you up to throw you over his shoulder.

“Fucking come ‘ere,” he mutters, slapping your arse and earning a giggle from you as he drops you on the bed.

As you move up onto your knees, hands gripping the bottom of his shirt as you pull it up over his head, hands roaming over his chest admiring his solid muscle and the tattoos inked into his skin as his hands grip your arse, fingers digging into the flesh.

“You never told me if you like what I picked for you or not,” you point out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What the fuck do you think?” he asks, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “Yes, I fucking like it love.”

Alfie kisses you hard, his fingers biting into your arse so hard you jump, and he grins as he eases his grip.

“Little bit excited there Alf?”

“Turn around and give me a good look at that arse of yours” he says.

Turning, you’re unsurprised when Alfie guides you onto all fours his hands rough as they grip your arse, and a smile spreads across your face when he presses his erection into you and Alfie groans as you push back into him.

“Fucking hell love,” he mutters, his hand smacking against your arse.

Alfie moves away from you, digging through one of your bags until he finds a condom making his way back over to the bed and smacks your ass once again before getting himself ready for you.

You reach down to touch yourself, fingers finding your folds already slick to the touch. Alfie strips out of his jeans and after dropping your hand away you make eye contact with him over your shoulder as he slides into you, his cock filling you up so perfectly you let out a moan.

He doesn’t waste any time, instead, he sets a steady pace, fingers digging into your hips as he begins to thrust, his grunts mixing with your moans to fill the room.

With one hand gripping the sheets, holding you steady as Alfie thrusts into you, you reach to rub your clit with the other, the sensation combining with Alfie’s pace ripping a louder moan out of you.

Alfie smacks your arse again, his hand gripping the cheek so tight you let out a whimper which only encourages him.

He leans in, his hips still moving against you as he breathes heavily in your ear.

“You good love?” he asks, his lips finding your neck after he pushes your hair aside.

“Fuck, yes please don’t stop,” you breathe, grinning as his hand smacks against your arse again.

Alfie grins, chuckling against your skin as you can feel how close you’re getting to your orgasm, your fingers speeding up against your clit as Alfie nips and sucks at the skin on your neck.

“Come on, fucking cum for me,” Alfie grunts against your skin, and your mouth opens in a gasp as your orgasm washes through you, Alfie’s pace staying steady as your body tenses, his arm wrapping around your waist to steady you his own orgasm coursing through him and into the condom as you slump against his arm.

Heavy breaths take over from the moaning that had filled the room seconds before, Alfie slides out of you and slips the condom off moving to drop it into the bin in the bathroom.

“Hell of a surprise love,” Alfie breathes as he climbs onto the bed beside you, his arms pulling you in against his chest tucking your head under your chin.

Your chest heaves as he presses a kiss to your head, his hand rubbing up and down your arm, as you wrap it around his waist. Your heart pounds in the best possible way as you come down from your high.

“Well, I guess I picked the right lingerie set.”

Alfie chuckles, the sound of it rumbling within his chest bringing a wide grin to your face as you look up at him.

“You certainly did,” he mutters, lips pressing against your forehead. “Can’t believe, you hid that from me until the last fucking night of the trip.”

“I wanted to give you something nice before we have to go home tomorrow,” you explain, happily accepting the soft kiss he leans in to press to your lips.

“When we get home, I’m buying you as much lingerie as you fucking want,” he says against your lips. “Just say the words and it’s all yours.”

You chuckle against him, hand resting on his chest as you settle your head back against him. His arms around you feel like home, his solid chest a steady presence beneath you and you let your eyes drift shut, so content there cuddled into the man’s chest.

“I’m holding you to that,” you mutter, totally content in his arms.

Alfie smiles down at you, his fingers finding the ends of your hair to twirl around his fingertips.

“I love you, y/n,” Alfie whispers against your hair.

Looking up at him, there’s only one thing you could possibly say to explain the warm feeling in your chest, one thing that feels right in this moment.

“I love you too.”

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After your trip together, finding yourself back in your flat with Nancy no Alfie or Cyril to be found, it feels odd, quiet. You’re so used to having them around, almost tripping over Cyril because he’s made himself comfortable in the worst place or Alfie grabbing you with an arm around your waist and pulling you onto the couch with him. Without it, things don’t feel right.

Nancy sits on your bed as you go through your bags, dropping the clothes that need to be washed in a pile at the end of the bed, as you fill her in on the details of your trip.

“So he liked the lingerie?” she asks, with the grin of someone who helped you pick out just the right set to drive Alfie crazy.

“Oh, he did,” you say with a grin.

Looking proud of herself, Nancy begins to fill you in on what happened with her while you were gone, and what you missed with the rest of your friends. Having her around again feels right, normal, and helps to distract from the odd feeling of being away from Alfie after all that time together.

Halfway through her recounting of a night out with Ash and a few mutual friends when your phone starts vibrating against the bed, your initial urge to ignore it gone when you see who is calling.

“Oh hold on, it’s Alfie’s sister,” you say, cutting Nancy off as you answer the call and lift the phone to your ear. “Hey, Hannah.”

Hannah’s shaky breathing is the first thing you hear, and it draws a frown onto your face as you straighten up.

“Hannah? Is everything okay?”

“Y/n, you need to get to the hospital. It’s Alfie.”

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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Egotober Day 3: What is a Human?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Prompt: Yellow

Summary: Janus sees Oliver while he’s out with Bing and Virgil, and he gets a bit curious.

A/N: (insert Castlevania reference here)

Warnings: none

Bing and Oliver were getting a bit brave, or at least Oliver was. It was a mix of improved encryption and Google getting less aggressive in his attempts to take Oliver back. Whether that was because he’d actually given up or was planning an attack, Oliver wasn’t sure.

But he was out with Bing and Virgil at the skate park that Bing liked to hang out at. Oliver was mostly watching him, in addition to acting and feeling more human Oliver had more than a heightened sense of self preservation. But he had balanced on Bing’s skateboard a couple times before backing off.

Virgil was in one of his calmer moods and was just sitting at the other side of the park, his journal propped up on his knees he occasionally glanced around to glance around the park.

For a bit Oliver considered joining him before one of the people Bing had been talking to sat next to him on the bench. The young man had dusty brown hair, a black sweater and a grey beanie with a little yellow ouroboros pin on the side.

“Hey, you that Ollie guy that Bing’s always talks about?” He asked.

“I suppose,” Oliver evaded, hands folded neatly in his lap.

“Well either you are or you’re not,” the young man smiled.

At that moment Virgil was suddenly on the young man’s other side and swatted him right on the head with his journal.

“Oww!” The man snapped at Virgil, reaching up to grab his own head. “What was that for?”

“I’m not going to just let you slide in and mess with him,” Virgil was almost hissing in anger. “He’s not part of the League anymore, get away from him.”

Before Oliver could fully analyze the situation one of the young man’s eyes turned yellow and he spoke back up, this time with a much more familiar voice, “Now Virgil, I just wanted to talk.”

Voice Analysis Complete: Deceit.

Recommended Response: Do not draw attention.

Oliver looked over to Bing who was watching them suspiciously. Whatever he saw on Oliver’s face had him walking over.

“Bull,” Virgil glared at Janus. “I didn’t even know you knew how to skate, what do you want?”

“To talk,” Janus scoffed. “I wasn’t aware that was a crime, should I be expecting Ro to join our side then?”

“You okay?” Bing asked, looking at the three of them.

“I think so,” Oliver told Bing, but his hand was already reaching up for Bing’s hand.

“Yeah?” Bing sounded unsure.

“I just want to talk, if you all want to join in the conversation you’re more than welcome to participate,” Janus smiled.

“Deceit,” Bing greeted. “What yah gonna talk about?”

“Probably Coalition secrets,” Virgil warned suspiciously.

Janus gasped, sounding scandalized, “All the years you’ve know me, and you think I’d be so crass as to just ask.”

Then he smiled, leaning closer to Virgil, “But if you gave them to me, I certainly wouldn’t say no.”

Virgil hissed quietly, almost under his breath, looking about ready to hit him again.

“But I’m really here for you,” Janus smiled at Oliver. “The robot with a soul, I’ve always had so many questions about it but, surprise, surprise, Google never let me get close enough to you. He must have been afraid I’d say something and you’d get ideas.”

“Google isn’t afraid of anything,” Oliver stated as if it was common fact, and it usually was.

“That’s a laugh and a half,” Janus chuckled. “If he wasn’t afraid, he would have never made you. But you are just so . . . I don’t know what you are but I do believe you’re more socially literate than most humans I’ve actually seen.”

“Uh, thank you?” Oliver told him.

“What type of programs were used to make you?” Janus’s asked.

“Google just filtered out distractions,” Oliver admitted.

“I meant the other stuff, your restraint around other people, “kindness” and being civil to the complete asshole who was talking to you a couple blocks down the road is a learned behavior.”

“You saw that?” Oliver asked.

“Of course, I’ve been taking notes,” the deceitful Side smiled. “A robot that wants to be human. Like Pinocchio and his strings, except you cut those yourself, didn’t you?”

“I’m not—” Oliver started before stopping, Janus didn’t jump into the conversation, clearly interested in hearing his answer. “I don’t want to kill because Google tells me too, I’m not his arm anymore.”

“And the other “Google’s” think differently?” Janus asked.

“Green and Red hold different information, they don’t care about humans,” Oliver answered. “Bing trusts the humans he spends time with, so I do too.”

“Awww, babe,” Bing smiled.

“That’s all it takes?” Janus asked.

“He knows them better,” Oliver looked over at Bing. Bing smiled down at him.

Janus rolled his eyes, standing up, “Well if you two are going to start making out, I’m leaving. Besides I’m pretty sure Vee called for more heroes.”

Virgil hissed at him quietly again.

Throwing his nice illusion over himself, Janus began walking away, Bing followed him, not talking until they were almost out of the park.

“Yer not gonna tell Googs, right?” Bing asked. “I don’t wanna scare Ollie away from the park.”

“I’m not part of the League, Dark kicked me out,” Janus hissed. “Dark can piss off, and so can his network.”

“Okay, thanks,” Bing gave him a thumbs up.

Janus rolled his eyes at the blatant and naive trust. “I know what you are, is it painful to deny it?” Janus asked.

“Yeah totally, as easy as breathin’ Serpens,” Bing smiled. “Best choice I ever made, I don’t like terminatin’ things. Googs doesn’t deserve to be punished because he liked information more than spying.”

Janus gave a small smile, “Well have fun on your day off, I’m off to go mess with Dark’s work.”

“Good luck stormin’ the castle,” Bing wave and started skating back to the other, Janus quickly disappearing in one of his illusions. The trio didn’t see him for the rest of the day but the deceitful Side’s curiosity far from sated.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egotober2020 #Markiplier #Thomas Sanders #Bingiplier #Googleplier #Janus Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Bingle #Janus is a curious snek boi #Oliver just wants to be a normal person

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kieranjreed-blog · 6 years

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What’s up, party people? After many moons, I have finally finished my obscenely shitty intro post! So, heyo, Z is here to finally join in on all the fun times, and I’m bringing my baby with me! Hmu on Discord (@ zavier #1358) if you ever wanna chat or plot, because apparently it’s the only app that will even attempt to give me notifications anymore. (Also, please bare with me as I attempt to learn everyone’s characters because hOLY SHIT there are a lot of you.)

(OLLY ALEXANDER, NONBINARY, THEY/THEM) meet KIERAN REED, the CO-LEAD VOCALS of the band PANDEMONIUM. the TWENTY-FOUR year old is definitely HEARTFELT and SOCIABLE, but can also be kind of SPONTANEOUS and CHILDISH. i hope they find success with the band. after all, it’s not easy to make it in the music business these days. (ZAVIER, 20, THEY/THEM, EST)

☈ Background Info:

So Kieran was born in San Francisco, California, and is the oldest of three children. As of three years ago, Kieran’s mother has been raising her three children as a single mother after her and her husband split.

Kieran helped as much as they could with taking care of their younger brothers, having already taken on a lot of responsibility for the two of them pretty much since they were fourteen, even before the divorce.

All three children stayed with their mother after their parents divorced, but they’d still occasionally go and visit their father and their new stepmother. Kieran doesn’t much like her, what with their fierce attachment and loyalty to their mother, but ultimately they hold their tongue because they want their father to be happy -- and anyways, Kieran’s mother raised them to never speaking badly about a woman.

Kieran’s lived in San Fran their entire life, practically. They grew up there, completed seventeen years of schooling there, the whole shebang. Then one day, a few months ago, they decided to throw caution into the wind and move out to LA to pursue their interest in music.

The rest of their family stayed in San Francisco when they moved, so they were quite literally flying blind to the everlasting horror and suspense of their mother.

To ease her worries even a tiny bit, Kieran travels back home to see her, and to see their two younger brothers who still live at home (ages 17 and 13), whenever they can.

☈ Band Things:

Kieran’s been singing casually since they were a kid, but never took any kind of formal lessons. They started posting rock covers online when they were seventeen, and even though their work wasn’t insanely popular or anything, it did help them learn more about making music and their own voice.

Now they visit a vocal coach semi-regularly, someone they met after moving to LA and exploring the music scene a bit. (possible connection, maybe?)

Since they only moved out to LA a few months ago, they’re the newest member of Pandemonium. Some of the bandmates live together, but Kieran lives in their own small apartment. They do frequently visit their other band members, though, whether to work on new songs or just to hang out.

Honestly, auditioning for Pandemonium was another “fuck it” moment for Kieran. They didn’t really expect anything to come from the audition, and they certainly didn’t expect to actually get in, but somehow the universe aligned and someone, somewhere, saw potential in them.

If they were even the smallest bit self-aware, they’d probably be more insecure about their position in the band. But, since they don’t give a fuck, Kieran isn’t worried at all. They’re here for a good time, even if it’s not a long time.

☈ Personality:

Kieran is very family orientated, and always tries to look after their family members. When they were living at home, they spent a lot of time taking care of their younger brothers while their mother was working.

Definitely a “momma’s boy” -- 110%. If there’s one thing Kieran hates, it’s upsetting their mother. As such, they try to hide their flaws and developing bad habits from her (with varying degrees of success). Within two week of moving to LA Kieran picked up smoking, and they still think their mother hasn’t caught on yet.

They’re kind of a disaster when it comes to their own well-being, despite being very dependable when other people are counting on them. They often jump into things without thinking them through fully, or find themself in the middle of some wacky shenanigans with no clue as to how it happened.

Has a major case of FOMO. Always down for an adventure -- they just want to be included, really.

Women tend to find them charming, but unfortunately it’s not helping them score any dates since they’re only attracted to men. Kieran is literally incapable of talking bad about women after how their mother raised them, so they tend to get along better with women.

They’re also obscenely out-there and not afraid to show off their “weird” or “quirky” characteristics. They’ve been out of the closet (both gender and sexuality-wise) since high school, and are very confident in their identity. They’re learned to roll with the punches and, overall, not give a shit about what anyone thinks about them.

Check out my connections page here, or come talk to me about an original plot idea you have!!

#band:intro #i'm teaching myself how to be free | ooc #oof let's hope this goes well #am i doing this right?

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loli--dolly · 6 years

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Garbage Plate

“God damn, bitch, really?” Oliver growled as he dug through his mom’s purse. Lacey had just got done throwing a fit because she was hungry. It was totally justifiable, but Oliver barely calmed her down. If he didn’t get some food soon there was doubt she would start up again. Of course there was no groceries in the house, or at least nothing he could make a meal out of, so he had resorted to rummaging through his mother’s bag in hopes of finding at least ten dollars.

His Mom, Brenda he preferred to call her, was currently passed out on the couch. She had only gotten home from “work” an hour ago, so he knew she had made something. He wrinkled his nose as he looked at her, disgusted by her appearance. Her brown roots were coming in well, making her bleached hair look awful. The two piece red outfit looked cheap, but it did seem to get the job done. He knew she wouldn’t have came home without making at least something, and felt his anger grow as he realized she was deliberately hiding it.

They had just got in an argument a few nights ago over him needing money for the exact same reason. After much screaming Oliver had convinced her to give him twenty dollars, but only because he threatened to call child services. He never really would, because he was afraid they’d separate him and Lacey, but it seemed to have worked. He was sick of it! One day when he made enough money he’d take Lacey away from this bitch. Why did she even keep them around?

He sighed and threw the purse across the room, taking pleasure as Brenda’s phone tumbled out onto the floor and broke. He tried to think of where she would hide some cash, and began checking other places in the house. Despite tearing everything apart, however, there was nothing to be shown. This was bullshit!

“Ollie..” He jumped when he heard a small voice behind him, but was relieved to see it was only Lacey. She had already changed into her pink pajamas, and held her stuffed cow doll closely. He could already tell she was upset and wasn’t surprised when she whimpered, “I’m hungry!”

“I know, Lace. I’m working on it. Can you wait a little longer?” He knelt down to her level to place a hand on her shoulder. Even though she was only four years younger than him, his insane height compared her general shortness was enough to make him tower over her. She began to shake and her eyes filled with tears, making him feel panicked.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore!” She wailed, beginning to cry again. Oliver inwardly cursed, knowing he wasn’t mentally ready to deal with this.

“Lacey, I’m really trying! If you don’t wait then..then,” He struggled to make something up that wouldn’t scare her too bad, “then the food fairy will never come!”

“What’s that?” She sniffed, seemingly calming down a bit. Oliver almost breathed a sigh of relief but held it in.

“She’s a beautiful fairy that will bring your favorite food! But if they aren’t patient and act up then she won’t come. Do you want her to come, Lace?” She sniffled some more but nodded, rubbing her eyes with her sleeves. Oliver smiled and patted her head, “Good girl. Go wait in your room, ok? I’ll let you know when she’s here.”

Lacey hesitated but then smiled, finally pacified, and walked back into their shared bedroom. Oliver fell back to lay on the floor when he heard the door closed, feeling more drained than before. What was he going to do? They had no money, no groceries, and definitely no food fairy. How was he going to feed her? He didn’t even care if he ate, he just wanted to take care of Lacey. Of course he couldn’t even do that!

The thought of his sister going another day without eating, and the stress of it all caused his eyes to prick with tears. What kind of a brother was he? He can’t get a job. He can’t get a license. He was worthless! Why did Lacey have to be stuck with the worst family in fucking California?

He couldn’t stop the tears following down his cheeks as his panic attack hit him full force. He covered his eyes with his arms and let the sobs come out as quietly as possible. Maybe it was time to face reality that he had to give Lacey up to the state. As much as he hated the thought he knew this was no way for her to live. He just wanted her to be happy.

As he contemplated this he barely heard the knock on the front door. In fact it took four solid knocks before it registered to him and he sat up, wiping his eyes quickly. Who the hell would be here? It was like 8 o’clock and practically down-pouring outside. He wondered bitterly if maybe Brenda was bring her clients home now, and frowned. If that was true then he’d have no problem sending them away.

Getting off of the ground he marched towards the door, determined to beat the shit out of whoever it was. As he violently flung the door open, however, he was almost shocked to see Vanity standing there. She was in pretty casual attire, casual for her at least, and held multiple bags in each hand. When Oliver didn’t say anything she decided to speak first,

“Um, hello? Can I come in? It’s kind of awful out here.” Oliver finally realized that the small awning over the door wasn’t really enough to keep his, kind of, friend completely dry. He stepped to the side to let her in, which she was quick to do, and then shut the door.

He didn’t bother to be embarrassed by the state of the house, since Vanity had been over plenty of times before. If would ever give her credit for anything it’s that she wasn’t as judgmental as she let on. He wished she would drop the bitch persona she kept, but as long as she wasn’t fucking with him he didn’t care less. He watched as Vanity completely ignored his drugged out mother on the couch and went into the nearby small kitchen.

“Am I allowed to ask why you’re in my house?” He asked casually as he followed her. She gave him a look and said,

“I brought you guys some stuff. Lacey likes garbage plates, right? There’s stuff here to make it.” Oliver raised an eyebrow, a little suspicious. It wasn’t like she hadn’t gave him stuff before, but it was usually because he asked. She had never brought things on her own. She wanted something.

“...Thanks.” He decided to not question her. It wasn’t like he wasn’t extremely grateful, in fact he was sure when she left he would cry again from relief, and knew she would get to what she wanted eventually. “You might want to be careful, I might start to think that you like me.”

“I do like you.” She stated bluntly as she pulled stuff out of the bags and put them away. Oliver decided to help and started putting cold stuff in the fridge, only keeping out what he would need for dinner. He smirked and said,

“Not enough to date me though, huh?” He snickered as he watched her ears turned red, though she tried to hide it. They never really spoke of the stuff that happened in the period of her break up and relationship with Jesse. There was never really a need, but it was fun to tease her about sometimes. “I think you only like me for my body. I feel used.”

“Shut up, Jerk,” She mumbled and tossed a rolled up bag at him. “That was a one time thing and it’s never happening again.”

“Fine by me,” He shrugged. “Seriously though, thanks. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I figured if I’m staying over I might as well get some food.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. On one hand he wasn’t surprised she had invited herself over, on the other he still found it fascinating that she thought he would just agree to it. Not that she wasn’t right, but still.

“Home problems?” He asked as he got out one of the two skillets they actually owned and turned on the stove. Vanity sat down beside the counter and watched him. She wasn’t much of a cook, in fact Oliver was sure she didn’t know how to cook anything.

“Not really. I’m mean I’m always stoked to get away from that mess, but that’s not the problem this time.” Oliver hummed as he made some hamburger patties and stuck them in, and then got to work on making the fries. She didn’t elaborate and he didn’t push. He knew it was hard for her to open up to people, and was just glad she trusted him at all.

It was quiet for awhile, the only sound being the meat and fries sizzling. Turning down the temperature on the stove he looked at the store bought macaroni salad and shook his head. It was always better when you made it at home, but the cost was too high. For something called a garbage plate it was pretty expensive to make. He maneuvered his way around the teenage girl on the floor and got some plates out.

Vanity wouldn’t be able really eat it, since she was a vegetarian, but she could at least have the macaroni salad, so he made sure to set a plate out for her. Vanity kept a close eye on him the whole time, and Oliver had to hold back a chuckle at how childish she looked. In a way he almost envied her and her near easy life. He tried not to, since he knew she had her own problems, but would kill to have an tenth of her wealth.

It was hard to even tell that they were friends sometimes. He was the poorest kid in school and she was one of the richest. He kept to himself while she was outgoing. He was a loser and she was popular. They were different in so many ways, yet similar in so many others. Even if he would never admit to anyone, he did value her as person and as a friend, and knew she felt the same about him.

It wasn’t until he was done making the meat sauce to go on top did she finally speak again, sounding timid, “I got a note today.”

He looked at her curiously, and motioned for her to continue. She was popular and hot, she got notes all the time. He wondered if it had been threatening and resolved to beat the shit out of whoever sent it. She sighed and pulled a folded piece of paper out of her pocket,

“It’s from Em.” At this Oliver nearly dropped the pan he was holding, but was able to recover and set it down properly. Emily? Emily Watson?! He looked at her in shock, and could tell she wasn’t lying.

“What did it say?” He had to admit he was interested. Vanity bit her lip and looked down, her tanned face red.

“She wants to start talking again. She said she misses me, and wants to make things right.”

“Vanity..that’s great!” He said feeling a little excited for her. He liked Emily, she was nice. He missed hanging out with her in their small friend group. He felt his heart sink a little as Vanity’s blue eyes looked away from him and she shrugged. He frowned and went to sit next to her, their legs only a few inches apart.

“...What’s wrong? You should be happy.”

“I..I am! It’s just..” Her shoulders quivered a little and she bit her lip, making Oliver realized she was about to cry. He interlocked his fingers with her in an attempt to comfort her and said,

“You don’t have to tell me, but you wouldn’t have shown up if you didn’t want to talk about it. I suck at advice, and I don’t know what it’s like to be in love with someone, but you can still vent to me.” She nodded,

“I know..I’m just scared. Why does she want to talk to me now? I thought we moved past this. I’m with Jesse now, and she has the Olympics to worry about. Why would she want to do this?”

“Because she loves you as much as you do her.”

“I don’t-“

“Shut the hell up. Yes you do. You’re just scared because you don’t want to get hurt again. You’ve done everything to make it feel like you’re done with her. Ranging from sleeping with me to dating Jesse. But it didn’t work. You still love Em, and you know you always will.”

“I thought you were trying to make me feel better.” She mumbled, glaring at him.

“Nope. I’m being real with you because no one else will be. Face it, you’re miserable! We all know it and you know it!” He sighed, “Do whatever you want, but I personally think you should talk to her.”

“...Jesse will get mad,” She pointed out quietly. Oliver hesitated because he knew she was right. Jesse would be pissed if she found out that they were talking again. He hated that bitch, she was nothing but a jealous bitch.

“Dude, maybe it’s time you split from her. She’s so toxic! All she does is bitch at you and expects you drop everything if it doesn’t involve her.”

“You don’t know Jesse like I do.”

“I don’t want too,” He snorted.

“You don’t understand, Oliver. I’ve known Jess since we were in kindergarten. She’s only gotten like that since we’ve been together. I care about her so much, I would never want to hurt her.”

“And you don’t think you’re doing that by pretending to be romantically interested in her?” She didn’t seem to have an argument for that and looked down. He watched her for a moment before continuing on, “Look, I fucking hate that cunt, but if you care about her then you need to do the right thing. I won’t judge you either way, but that’s just my opinion.”

It was quiet for a bit, and Oliver could tell Vanity mulling over everything he said. He gave her hand a small squeeze and got up, deciding that he needed to get back to work. It was a comfortable silence as Oliver put the plates together; fries and macaroni salad on the bottom, hamburgers on top, meat sauce on top of that, and then finally ketchup and mustard on top. People could talk shit all they want, garbage plates ruled.

“Get your plate so I can carry Lacey’s.” He instructed and began to walk to his room. He heard Vanity follow behind and then stop,

“Hey Oliver,” She said and he stopped, looking back at her.

“Hm?”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him and he half returned it. He felt a little good that he had helped her out a little, even if he had to be a little harsh. Someone had to say it, and he’d rather it be him.

He didn’t bother to knock as he opened the door to the bedroom. Lacey was on the floor, coloring in her sketchbook intently. The smell of the food got her attention and she sat up immediately, a grin plastered to her face.

“Garbage plate!” She squealed and clapped her hands. Oliver couldn’t help but smile as he handed the plate to her. “The food fairy came?”

“That’s right, Lace. Look who it is too.” He sat down, revealing Vanity who stood awkwardly behind him. She wasn’t too good with kids, especially kids like Lacey, but she smiled nonetheless. Lacey’s eyes widened,

“Hailey is the food fairy!” She exclaimed. She had a habit of using Vanity’s middle name, and Oliver never figured out. It didn’t really matter, though, since it was funny. Vanity gave gave him a look as she sat down beside him,

“What the hell is the food fairy?”

“It’s you.” He jokes and dug into his food, not offering more of an explanation. Vanity rolled her eyes but didn’t ask again, just letting him have it. As Oliver watched Lacey eat he couldn’t help the small smile on his face. Maybe he was a shitty brother, but he lived for moments like this. He would have to repay Vanity somehow, obviously not with cash, but he would find a way.

He thought back to their earlier conversation, about how scared Vanity was to talk to Emily. He would always believe those two were meant to be together. Their relationship was near perfect! With Jesse in the way, however, he knew Vanity would always be too scared to go for it. Maybe it was time to do some meddling of his own...

#this is really bad #I’m sorry #my ocs

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“Move on.”

Words that Dex had been saying to himself a lot lately. Words so familiar that they pretty much rolled off his tongue irrefutably. ‘Move on’ .The words out of his mouth when the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of their season and the first time Samwell went out of the ECAC in the opening round in four years. ‘Move on’ he whispered to himself when he found out that Ransom and Holster, two of his best friends, had given their dibs to Ollie and Wicky, instead of him. ‘Move on’ when his dad told him that he wouldn’t be around when Dex got home from Samwell for the Summer. And here he was again, sitting at breakfast, telling himself to ‘move on’. Dex wasn’t one for living in the past, he found it to be a waste of time and energy. But the situation right now was proving to be the most frustrating by far.

At least in the past, Dex had a good reason to want to move on. Yeah, it sucked when they went out of the ECAC conference so soon. And it sucked when he didn’t get the chosen for the room he was banking on. And sure, he was pissed that his Dad couldn’t seem to be bothered to be home for him. But he’d gotten over all of these. It wasn’t like he was a senior and it was his last chance to win the NCAA title. And it made sense that Ollie and Wicky would get the attic, since they’re both going to be seniors. And the thing with his Dad, well Dex wasn’t sure what he was expecting in the first place. But now he sat, staring at his breakfast plate, dumbfounded by his own feelings. Dex couldn’t even fathom why he was so annoyed. But as much as he wanted to ‘move on’, he couldn’t help but feel bothered. ‘He left without saying goodbye.’ Dex was a science kind of guy. The kind of guy who preferred logic and reason over perplexing emotions. Perhaps that was why his gut reaction to anything that saddened him was to simply forget and try to ‘move on’. This was the first time that this method was failing him. And it was losing to something so stupid as well. It was just like any other morning since graduation. Dex, Chowder, Bitty, and Nursey were the only ones still in the Haus. Dex didn’t really have a plan on when he was leaving, since it wasn’t like he really had anything to get home to after his dad let him down. He was just going to leave whenever everyone else was. Chowder’s flight was that night so he had been spending that last couple of days helping him pack. Bitty was also cleaning like crazy, making sure he had everything he needed to move into his and Jack’s apartment this summer. Dex had been sleeping in his new room, while Nurse usually wound up asleep on the living room couch. It was the day that they were going their separate ways. When Dex’s internal alarm clock woke him up and and he crept downstairs, eager for a cup of coffee, he couldn’t hear the obnoxious snores of his soon-to-be-roommate coming from the living room. Dex poked his head in to find it completely desolate of the the stacks of books and luggage pilled up around the coffee table, and the couch empty. There was no trace that Nursey had ever been there. Dex’s brain flooded. ‘He must have left this morning before any of us woke up. I can’t believe he didn’t say goodbye to any of us. Or maybe he did. Maybe he told Chowder and Bitty and didn’t even care enough to bother with me. What a jerk. That’s just flat out rude, especially if we’re supposed to be roommates in two months.’ Dex’s thoughts hadn’t shut up all through breakfast and were still pestering him now. He attempted to distract himself from his thoughts with Bitty and Chowder’s morning chatter as they all sat at breakfast in the Haus kitchen. But as much as he willed himself to just ‘move on’, he could not stop thinking about it. He didn’t dare say anything to Bitty and Chowder though, because then they would know that he cared. And that was the last thing that he wanted. Dex didn’t even know why he cared. And as much as he tried to convince himself that he was ‘just pissed because it was rude’, the twisted feeling in his stomach told him otherwise. He hated it so much. He hated not understanding his own feelings. He hated that he couldn’t just let it go. And he hated that he was unable to deny that Derek Nurse had made him feel this way. It made it want to pull out his own hair and throw up at the same time. But he sat completely still, counting the crumbs on his plate, not displaying a single one of his emotions. He had gotten especially good at that. The only time Dex really ever showed his emotions was when he was angry. But right now, he didn’t know what he was feeling. He just knew that he shouldn’t be feeling it just because Nurse blew him off. He finally snapped back to reality by the sound of the Haus door opening. Dex looked to see the boy he’d been thinking about for the past hour, standing in the doorway. “Nurse?” Dex stammered. He figured Derek was sitting on his train right now, reading a book or something and not feeling an once of regret about leaving Dex without saying goodbye. Not that Dex cared or anything. Except he really did and he still couldn’t figure out why. “Well don’t you look happy to see me Pointdexter.” Nursey acknowledged, closing the front door behind him and walking into the kitchen. “Where did you go?” Dex asked, ignoring Nursey’s smug grin at his own sarcasm. He raised his eyebrow at Dex. “Uh, the library? Had a book to return before I head out later.” “Well where’s all your stuff then?” Dex tried to ask nonchalantly, like he couldn’t care less where Derek put his stuff. But he did care and had been thinking about it all morning. “Packed all my stuff in Bitty’s car this morning. He’s dropping me off at the train station on his way to Providence tonight. Why?” Dex shrugged as Nursey grabbed a slice of quiche and sat down across from him. Nursey glanced up from his quiche, looking at Dex with a puzzling expression. “You really think I would like, leave before Bitty’s quiche was out of the oven?Pointdexter, you’re buggin’.” Dex rolled his eyes. He didn’t understand how an intellectual, english major like Derek Nurse could walk around saying things like ‘chill’ and ‘buggin’’ all the time. But yet it had grown on him, whether he liked to admit it or not. “Besides,” Nursey continued, “We still gotta discuss this room sitch.” Nursey left his now empty plate, and pulled up a seat next to Dex. His phone was already out with Pinterest opened. Dex could see a whole board titled ‘Will’s and My Room”. Dex felt a blush begin to materialize on his cheeks. His blush washed away quickly though, once he realized that the board contained a bunch of projects for him to do this summer. Dex groaned but Nursey shook his head chuckling. “No, no, no- the best part about it, is that we can like, complete all of these together! Like roomie bonding! Chill, right?” Dex knew that Nursey’s enthusiasm was over exaggerated jokingly. But he also knew that Nursey, being Nursey, would definitely still go through with these plans. “Oh and that reminds me, my moms totally wanna meet you Pointdexter. I guess they wanna like, know the person I’ll be living with next year or something. I don’t know how the Fourth of July is in Maine, but the view from our apartment is pretty s’awesome,” It was becoming evidently clear that the ever so chill, Derek Nurse, was becoming less and less chill by the second. “C! You should totally fly in too! My moms would love the company dude!” “Independence Day in New York? S’wawesome!” Chowder was practically jumping up and down at the thought of spending time with his best friends this summer. “Bits, I would totally invite you too, but I’m guessing you like, already have plans with Jack.” Bitty had his back turned to them, humming a song while washing up the dishes. “Oh yes.” He sighed contently. “So,” Derek started, turning back to Dex, “You in Pointdexter?” Dex was feeling over run with emotions. Happy that Nurse had invited him to hang out this summer. Happy that Nurse actually wanted to build stuff together. Happy that he would be living with his best friends next year. Happy that Derek Nurse hadn’t actually left without saying goodbye. Dex looked from Chowder to Nursey. They were both eagerly waiting for his response. At last Dex smiled. “Chill.” Nursey chuckled, his eyes twinkling. For some reason, Dex felt another blush coming on. Chowder danced around the kitchen. Bitty continued humming happily. And for the first time in a long time, Dex felt a feeling that he didn’t want to forget. A feeling he never wanted to move on from. He still had somethings to figure out though. Like the gut twisting feeling he felt when he thought Nursey blew him off. And the fluttering feeling when Nursey looked at him with that smile. But Dex had a four hour car ride ahead of him to think about all that. Right now, he let himself be happy.

- Thank you so much for reading this! It was supposed to be short but wound up 1500+ words… Anyways this is my first time writing something like this and it was a lot of fun. I hope it wasn’t the worst thing you’ve ever read in your entire life. Thanks again!

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #nurseydex #dexnursey #William Poindexter #derek nurse #dex x nursey #omgcheckplease nurseydex #nurseydex fic

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