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My situationship with Oliver is leaving him so twitchy and genuinely he’s slowly starting to tweak out (good I want him too mwahaha)

So what do I do? I simply take this time to rage bait him.

Oliver: “I’m feeling a lot of things… I’ve never felt this way before..I had a dream we-“

Me: “okay Martin Luther king.”

Oliver: “I want this to be something more than just friends..”

Me: “me too.”

Oliver:”what -!? Really I-“

Me:” I want to be best friends. Who kiss.”

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18+

fwb!oliver who wakes up to the view of soft morning sunlight pouring over your sleeping form beside him.

he blinks and stares at you for a moment.

two.

three.

fou—

oliver inhales sharply as something shifts, something that bends its way past his ribcage. something that leaks through the cracks. something that leaves him with the sick sensation of falling through the mattress.

he stumbles out of bed, heart racing in his chest as he throws on shorts and a t-shirt, nearly tripping when he shoves his feet into the first pair of sneakers he can find.

oliver runs until his lungs burn, until his chest aches. he runs through neighborhood after neighborhood, to the place where a rocky shoreline meets sparkling blue. seagulls screech as his feet hit the pavement. sweat drips down his neck and back.

he leans forward onto his knees and breathes in through his nose in sharp, gasping breaths.

it starts to rain.

oliver’s soaked when he gets back.

and he’s not sure what’s more surprising—the fact that you didn’t up and disappear while he was gone.

—or the way the choking grip of the white noise in his head suddenly quiets all at once as he sees you standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and making what smells like breakfast.

“spend the day with me,” oliver murmurs as he comes up and hugs you suddenly from behind after tossing off his wet shirt.

(spend every day with me.)

“let me take you somewhere,” he says as he lifts you up on top of the counter, large hands cupping your thighs.

(i want to take you everywhere.)

“just spend the night again, too,” he whispers against your lips, fingers tugging at the waistband of your underwear.

(don’t leave.)

and the wet feeling that dampens the corners of oliver’s eyes has nothing to do with sweat or rain when you cling to him, gasping and whimpering his name while you come apart.

(i don’t know how to do this i don’t know if you feel the same and i can’t promise that i won’t fuck this up but this isn’t casual for me anymore—)

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when i die i hope someone grabs my phone immediately and smashes it violently on the ground

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I want to have such a blurred situationship with Oliver. To the point when he asks “what are we?” After sex, when we’re laying there sweaty and in one another’s arms, half asleep, sheets just thrown over our waists as if to preserve some kind of dignity.

He knows he’s in so deep. His chest is tight, he’s staying over all the time, he’s checking up on me, worrying if I ate or had any water today,sending me good morning and goodnight texts because it’s the first and last thing on his mind.

But I just laugh and fist bump him.

“Besties obviously.”

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oliver smells good all the time it’s actually so ridiculous. like obviously he smells good on dates but then he also smells good the morning after before either of you have had the chance to get up and he still smells good after you both have been in bed fucking for 10 hours straight and then he still smells good when you go to hug him after a game before he showers. like it’s so ridiculous

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i think sae itoshi wears the softest cashmere sweaters wah…. you can see the outline of his chest through them and also his biceps whenever he crosses his arms… sighs with that practiced sort of indifference when you coo over how soft the sweater is and nuzzle into him, but the way his hand immediately comes up to cradle the back of your head speaks his quiet fondness for you :3

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you know you're too deep when you start calling your favourite characters "stupid fuck" and "asshole"

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I need sex so soft and so healing. sweet, slow, all-devouring sex that leaves me so empty headed and so full hearted. completely consumed with each other type sex. fused tight together. clinging to one another. soft giggles, hitched breaths, mindless nibbling, starved kisses…

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Wanna post my cute photos from my Real Madrid game but also don’t want to face reveal😔☝️

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resting...head on kaiser's chest during a nap...not comfortable... mfs heart is beating 150bpm fr

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unfortunately if ness stared at me with his freaky freak eyes i’d let him suck on my clit in a heartbeat

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Sae Itoshi loves having a trophy wife.

Especially when you weren’t so keen on it at first. Miss Independent (or so you thought). You want to go to school, you want your own money! You work that 9-5 because you can do it all yourself!

So…when did the switch happen? When were you suddenly going to Pilates multiple times a week? Using his card to buy that pretty alo set? Oh you got a little Botox? Oh you get your little juice and latte each morning? Is that a new bag? A new watch? Wow what a cute Cartier stack. Wow what pretty nails! Are those new highlights?

Yeah miss independent his ass.

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My favorite thing into do is smoke my little blunt each evening and geek out or watch funny videos. It truly heals me.

And it’s FRIDAY so best believe I’ll be on here shit posting and liking everything in about 1hr when I’m blasted. Mwah love you guys🫶❤️

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(never degraded someone before) you have your mother's cruelty. and your father's cowardice.

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Going to see Real Madrid this week y’all with my hater friend😔☝️ pray for us

(We are a Real Madrid and Barcelona duo)

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slutty online 🤝 shy and quiet irl

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