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François Arnaud as Dane in Permission (2017)

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DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT/SUPERMAN SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

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@jollyollywalker: I CRIED SO MUCH

@jollyollywalker: OK I AM STILL CRYING ACTUALLY

@jollyollywalker: HANNAH IS ALSO CRYING

@jollyollywalker: GRANDMA WAS ON SKYPE AND SAID A SWEAR SHE WAS SO HAPPY

@jollyollywalker: I’M GOING TO EXPLODE

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A good night and a party favour to bring home.

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@jollyollywalker: Omg!!!!!! On my way to ask Teddy to impregnate me 😍😍😍

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Tavvy decided to come see what all the fuss was about in Monaco.

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It was a little strange to think of all of the ways in which people had warned Olly away from Jude, their own siblings included. Their relationship was unconventional, often met with a sigh and a pointed glare in Jude’s direction from Marianne, or a biting remark from Ezra or Hannah – sometimes both, if they were feeling particularly in sync with one another. Olly tried to stay optimistic in those moments, forever trying to bridge the gap between all of his favourite people, desperate to find a common ground for them all to meet on. He knew the truth, even if they didn’t. Jude cared about him. In fact, Jude loved him. Maybe not in the way that Olly loved him or had so hopelessly wanted to be loved in return, but in his own way, in a way that reminded Olly he’d never be lonely ever again. 

One of the things that Olly admired the most in Jude was just how open and warm he was. He’d been called hopeless and oblivious more times than he could count, dopey the word of choice that was often used to describe his infatuation with his best friend, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t care at all, actually! When Olly was sick, a migraine drilling through his temples and deeming him unable to head into work, Jude had been there, soothing his temples with a carefully placed kiss, his hands working to gently coax Olly back down into bed. He’d brought him glasses of water, painkillers, and a cold compress to rest against his neck. After any given breakup, Olly’s chest feeling as though it was being split into two, Jude had allowed him to rest his head in his lap, fingers carding through his hair as he put on whatever movie his best friend hoped to watch, intermittently filling silences to remind him that the ex in question hadn’t ever deserved him in the first place. Jude was brave and heroic, jumping into action every day at work, saving lives and working to ease the fears and concerns of countless New Yorkers. But above all of that, he was Olly’s friend, and he made him feel loved and special and never made him feel stupid. 

Bending his fingers and flexing his bicep, Olly beamed across at his best friend as he demonstrated full use of his arm and hand. He felt a little starry-eyed as he stared at him, so content as he was to just know the other man. In all his teasing over the kiss, his tender touches and playful affection, Olly felt a wave of fondness wash through his chest, red-hot and searing as he giggled at his words. Even dating Teddy, his crush on his best friend still burned bright, but it was manageable. A constant, permanent thing that he knew would always be there, quietly bubbling under the surface. 

“Way better,” he agreed, eyes shamelessly raking in the view. His gaze lingered on Jude’s biceps, his cheeks flushed as he thought about just how lucky Lacey was. Teddy had great arms, too. Strong and bulking, hidden as they were beneath cosy sweaters. Like Superman tucked away in his Clark Kent disguise, with his dimpled smile and boyish looks, a swimmer’s torso and thighs that Olly loved being trapped between. 

He lost himself in that thought as he watched Jude turn his back on him, head tilted to the side as he allowed himself a cheeky glance at his retreating bottom. It felt like a betrayal to his best friend to admit that Teddy had a better ass – thick and juicy, as Ty often put it – but he’d be lying if he wasn’t endeared by just how cute Jude’s butt was too. He loved men in general, that was all. Nothing weird about admiring a good physique. Hell, Ty’s ass kind of knocked them all outta the park, and Simon’s arms could probably crush his windpipe if his friend had even the remotest inclination towards doing something like that. 

He sighed dreamily as Jude approached him, blinking himself back into reality when the other man held his hand out in askance of his own. 

“Okay, okay,” he giggled, clasping his own hand in Jude’s and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. 

He stumbled forward ever so slightly on the muddy terrain, usually so steady on his feet if not for the unreasonably horny daydreaming. His chest bumped feebly against Jude’s before his free hand carefully came to rest against his waist, anchoring himself. 

“Now what? Anymore adventures or acts of heroism you wanna get into before we head back?” 

Jude huffed out a laugh at Olly’s initial answer.

“The bandage, dummy,” he clarified with a grin. When Olly realised what he meant and answered accordingly, Jude nodded. At least he could be sure that the bandage was secure and that his own ego was going to stay perfectly intact if Olly had anything to say about it.

Perhaps his little saviour act had been too gratuitous. He was always getting into trouble for his showmanship in the field, whether it be him winking at whoever it was he was treating to reassure them they were alright, or offering up a kiss to make it better. Some of his colleagues had insisted that what he was doing was harassment, but he thought they were just jealous that the bachelorette party that had ended in disaster (a catfight had broke out and someone had gotten a stiletto stuck in their fuckin’ head) had been all over him when they’d come to the rescue. Those women had no problem with kissing Jude’s cheek to showcase their thanks. Of course, the lipstick stains he’d come home with had set Lacey off, but that was the consequences of being a hero, he supposed.

No stranger to the worshipful way people tended to gaze at him when he so much as stuck a band-aid over their wound, Jude wasn’t all that surprised when Olly leaned forward to kiss him.

It was fleeting, closed-mouthed and nothing that he should rightfully have to write home about. It was just a token of Olly’s thanks, but Jude still knew that Marianne would go apeshit about it. Maybe Teddy would too. Who would like knowing their boyfriend was running around pecking innocent little kisses against the mouth of their friend who’d just MacGyver’d a bandage out of his own shirt? 

Jude felt his insides light up in what could only be described as smugness and he knew he had to be careful. He wanted to push the other man, see how far he could press, but Olly was skittish now that he had a boyfriend. He’d shy away easier than he used to. Still, Jude was used to pushing his luck.

“No tongue?” he smirked, reaching up to pat Olly gently on the cheek before he pushed himself to his feet.

He peered down at his arms now, tan and muscular, but one of them significantly more bare than the other.

“This looks stupid now,” he said, wrinkling his nose. With a put-upon sigh, he dug his fingers into the seam of his other sleeves, pulling until that came loose with a ripping sound as well. 

“Better, right?” he asked Olly, flexing his bicep in a pose he’d first learned while watching an episode of Johnny Bravo when he was way too young. He let out a laugh and shoved the ripped shred of fabric into his pocket. In case another bandage was required soon or they found themselves in dire need of a wick for a Molotov cocktail.

He stepped forward and tugged his boots back on while Olly got his breath back or sorted out his boner or whatever he had to do right now. Tugging his laces tight, he walked back over to the other man and kicked the broken shards of glass safely away from Olly so he wouldn’t be in danger of injuring himself again. Then, he held his hand out to the other man to help him up.

“C’mon, trouble. Up you get.”

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TEXTING: TEDDY

Olly: HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 😍😍😍

Olly: KISS YOU SOON 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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Happy birthday to the prettiest boyfriend EVERRRRR hehehe 🥰🥰🥰

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TEXTING: MATTHIAS

Olly: HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Olly: Have the best day ever ever ever you beautiful perfect boy!!!!!!!!

Olly: Love you SO MUCH :D

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@jollyollywalker: You look so pretty :D!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THAT FACE!!!!!!!!! Best face in New York... no... THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!

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was taking photos for jenna’s birthday coming up and kit said the photographer needed a picture too. you can probably tell I wasn’t ready for it!

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@jollyollywalker: He looks stressed! Why is he stressed? We should cheer him up!

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Kian at work.

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@jollyollywalker: HOLY MACARONI!!!!!

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Party in the city where the heat is on 🎶 #Miami

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Olly whimpered a little pathetically as his arm throbbed. He’d always assumed his pain threshold was pretty high – he'd had his fair share of black eyes from mean ex-boyfriends as well as dates with guys who’d liked it a little rougher than he was used to – but now he was starting do doubt that very much. His eyes seemed to sting as they welled up with fresh tears, threatening to spill down his cheeks as a sharp sting of pain pinched at his wound. 

Luckily, he couldn’t have been in better company for such an occurrence and, heroic as ever, Jude sprang into action and leapt towards him. His hands were gentle as they clasped carefully around Olly’s, his movements tender as he moved in to take a look at his injury. Olly’s tummy swooped with a wave of... something. He wasn’t sure if he could chalk his sudden lightheadedness up to the blood loss or just how pretty Jude looked tending to him, but what he did know was that whatever blood was left in his body seemed to be rushing to his cheeks in that moment. 

“Dirty?” he found himself frowning, eyebrows knitted together in concern. He’d undergone a lot of first aid training of his own over the years, being a Veterinarian. Sure, his patients were of the furry variety, but he still needed to know the basics as far as humans were concerned, and he was more than aware of the dangers of infections. His eyes widened as Jude poured the remains of his water onto the offending limb, his throat thick as he pathetically mumbled, “You’ll get dehydrated!” 

Olly remained quiet then, watching stupidly as Jude fretted over him. There was something soothing, almost relaxing about the way the other man had jumped straight into Hero Mode. He’d rarely gotten to see him in the line of duty – thankfully, there’d never been any such emergency where anyone he knew or loved had required an ambulance – and it perfectly fit the image he’d always had of his best friend to see his hands work so deftly at his wound, features scrunched in concentration as he effortlessly worked to find a solution. Even here, out on their hike, Olly knew that Jude would figure something out. 

“Huh?” Olly mused, blinking stupidly at Jude before the answer became all too clear. 

His eyes widened comically as the blond in front of him ripped hard and fast at the fabric of his t-shirt, unleashing his biceps unto the world and stopping Olly’s heart in the process. 

Well, holy cow.  

It wasn’t like Olly hadn’t seen Jude shirtless before. He had, plenty of times. It was just about his favourite sight in the whole entire world. But this was different, somehow. This was Jude, out in the wild – or, as wild as you could get on a New York hiking trail – with his biceps bulging, veins pulsing as he closed his own hand around Olly’s arm and held him firm. Olly didn’t know if he wanted to laugh, cry, or straight up wet his pants. 

Then, as though to make matters worse – better? Worse? He had no idea. At this stage he thought he might be having a stroke – he watched as the most beautiful man in the world, his best friend and most trusted Paramedic Jude Patch, tightened his new make-shift bandage with his teeth. 

His teeth! 

“Like, insanely sexy,” Olly responded, staring back at the other man with his lips parted. 

Then, coming to, he shook his head, startling at his own silliness. 

“Oh! The bandage. It’s good, great actually. The best bandage in the whole wide world, you know,” he insisted, eyes tearing away from Jude’s perfectly sculpted arms as he finally, for the first time, looked down at the work he’d done. 

Horniness aside, he really had done a pretty great job. Olly wondered if Jude knew just how special he was, to be able to adapt to his surroundings and use whatever meagre resources he had at his disposal and still get results. He was kind of the best. 

Jude was still examining his hand, leaning in and lifting his gaze only to catch Olly’s eye, looking for any signs of discomfort or that the bandage might not hold. Without thinking, the Vet leaned forward and pressed a chaste, close-mouthed kiss to his best friend’s lips. 

“You’re kind of my hero, ya know that?” he told him, dreamily.  

He felt Olly swipe a wet thumb across his jaw. Instead of being grossed out, Jude just smirked, already knowing what the other man’s next move would be. Sure enough, Olly chased the trail of saliva with a dry kiss to Jude’s jaw, and his smile widened. God, he’d have paid anything to see that prude little swimmer of Olly’s react to that. 

It was so easy for Jude to reduce Olly to a pile of giggles, and it took even less effort to leave the man a blushing mess in his presence. Truth be told, he couldn’t remember the last timr he’d hung out with Olly without seeing that pink hue coating his cheeks. Naturally, it did everything to feed Jude’s ego, so he tried to coax those tiny, turned-on reactions out of his friend whenever he could. And while it was cute to see, it also came with an added bonus: Marianne hated it.

His fingers lightly stroked the skin of Olly’s inner thigh, trailing over the light fuzzy hair. Jude wondered how far it went, and if it got darker and thicker the further up it travelled. 

In the camera screen of Olly’s phone, he could see how red the other man was turning. It meant that, when Olly eventually took the selfie, he captured the smug smirk that Jude wore on his face, plain as anything. He just knew there was no doubt about Olly posting the photo to Instagram, accompanied by a myriad of Jude-centric compliments. He wondered what Olly’s boyfriend would think of it all. A better man would have claimed that he didn’t care what Teddy Ellwood thought, but Jude was hardly a better man. As Olly scrambled away to presumably readjust his shorts, all Jude could think about was how much he hoped their little photo would infuriate Olly’s swimmer boyfriend.

“Yeah? No need for a filter either, I’m guessing?” he called, pulling his feet out of the water and drying them off before grabbing for his socks again.

Then, he heard Olly's startled yelp and his head snapped up. He saw the broken glass first and then the trickle of blood coming from Olly’s hand and his eyes widened.

“Shit,” he muttered, tugging his socks on and foregoing his boots for not so he could jog across the grass to where Olly sat pouting. He crouched down beside him and winced sympathetically, cradling the other man’s hand between both of his own as he lifted it up to expect the cut.

“It’s not too deep,” he said. “But that’s dirty glass. You need to get it cleaned and covered up.”

He could dip Olly’s hand in the lake but that would only open his friend up to infection, so he grabbed his own water bottle and emptied the contents of it over Olly’s hand.

“That’ll do for now. Do you have… fuck, why would you have any bandages with you?” Jude sighed, looking around for inspiration.

When none came, he huffed and fixed Olly with a stern look.

“Just so you know, I really like this shirt,” he told him before reaching up and digging his fingers into the seam at his shoulder, tearing it off with a solid ripping noise. The cap sleeve came loose, the fabric a jagged cloth now as he tied the scrap around Olly’s bleeding palm in an attempt to stem the blood flow.

He kept Olly’s arm lifted up, one hand bracing the underside of the other man’s bicep while the other secured an awkward knot in the makeshift bandage. As soon as it needed tightened, he leaned in and tugged the loose end with his teeth, jerking his head back to pull it tight.

“How’s that?” he asked, slipping a finger under the back of the rag to make sure it wasn’t loose. It felt tight, secure.

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@jollyollywalker: AWOOGA AWOOGA!!!!!!!!! SOMEBODY CALL 911 A CUTIE PIE STOLE MY HEART

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Came to pick up Olly from work way too early. Quite literally in the dog house.

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TEXTING: ARIADNE

Olly: Happy birthday Ariadne :D!!!!!!!!

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@jollyollywalker: Loved spending the day with you :D :D

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Warmer weather.

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He’s so pretty :)

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He’s so pretty :)