ollieplease
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ollieplease · 11 years ago
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⊰♛⊱     His tongue licked at his parted lips more, eyeing Ollie over. He seemed so submissive, Kellen really liked submissive. “Yeah, well I was made fun of for it. I dislike them greatly.” He stated with a nod before he was touching the other again, fingers trailing across his jaw, and down his neck. “Yeah, you should say my name more often.. Or whisper it. could you do that for me, Ollie?”
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"S'too bad. I would've liked to have seen them on you." Ollie gave a gentle shrug of his shoulders and canted his head. A shiver ran through him when he felt Kellen's fingertips grazing his skin and he let out a soft whimper. His lips parted and he nodded quickly. He cleared his throat as the boy stepped closer and he bit into his bottom lip for a moment, "Kellen..." He murmured and let his fingertips brush against the material of the boy's shirt. His gaze flickered upward and his smile was small. "What can I do for you, Kellen?"
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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⊰♛⊱     "That’s understandable. I have glasses, but I only wear them at night. I don’t think they suit me like they do you." His hands found his pocket, digging them deep down, like it was going to prevent him from touching the other anymore. "My name sounds nice in your mouth though, Ollie." He smirked licking his lips over.
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"I think you'd look quite handsome in them, really." And yet he'd never seen them on the boy. He continued to fidget with his jumper sleeves and then all but choked on his tongue when he tried to respond to the boy's words. "Would you like me to keep saying your name, Kellen?" He asked softly, canting his head to the side with a small smile on his face.
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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⊰♛⊱     His smirk grew and took a step forward so he was towering over the boy. “Well I want to talk to you. The boy in these sexy glasses… You wear them often, cutie?” His fingers moved over the sides of them, lips parted as he watched the other fidget. “I’m Kellen. What’s yours, babe?” 
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Oh goodness, was he forward. Oliver swallowed thickly and simply nodded at the boy's question. "Yes, I prefer them over contact lenses. Those hurt my eyes a b-bit too much." He cleared his throat and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Pleasure to meet you, Kellen, I'm Oliver. Everyone calls me Ollie."
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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⊰♛⊱     He smirked and nodded slowly reaching out to move the others hair out of his eyes. “Of course I’m talking to you, beautiful. Who else would I be saying that to?”
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The boy didn't even flinch away from the strange boy's touch and he pressed his lips together for a moment. "N-Not me? There are l-loads of people around us right now." He was fidgeting with the sleeves of his jumper now. "What's your n-name?"
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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⊰♛⊱     "You are probably he cutest sexiest people I have ever set my eyes on." Kellen, you can’t just walk over to strangers and say that. 
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Oliver just stared up at the boy and nervously adjusted his glasses atop his nose. "A-are you talking to me?" He said softly and furrowed his brow as he fixed his bag's shoulder strap.
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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i forgot i had this blog hello
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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He didn’t mean for it to come out the way it had; he didn’t mean to put anyone in Rolly’s place, or put Oliver in second. He had meant to convey that he was grateful he had Ollie and it dawned a couple seconds too late that maybe it came off wrong. Wyatt pressed his face further into the smaller boy’s shoulder, heaving a small sigh at the rumble of his hums vibrating through his little frame and into Wyatt’s. It felt like an odd question, like a trick almost, but he answered it honestly. “You make me happier than anyone else, Ollie.”
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The boy's brow furrowed but he smiled a little despite the fact that he found it hard to believe. He didn't know how he could make someone happier than anyone they've ever come in contact with before. "Okay." He said quietly and he wiggled back even more against the other boy before looking down at the bruise on his arm. He just kept humming to the music and he was getting a little too emotional. He'd had a long day. He wasn't exactly one for confrontations and his boss made it hard to deal with. The photographers could be even worse. He just felt weak most of the time. "I want some tea. Do you want some?"
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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August 15th, 2012
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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He thought it funny, how Ollie always turned to him for warmth when Wyatt was always the colder of the two. If anything, he was sure that being pressed up against the smaller (!!!) boy elicited goosebumps on Ollie’s skin, Wyatt was so cold half the time, body failing to keep him as warm as it should. Undernourishment will do that to a person. He moved closer anyway, slipping around under the blanket so he was basically wrapped around Oliver from behind, hands gently tangled in the sides of his shirt, face pressed against the back of his shoulder to breathe him in. “Best friend I’ve got, you know.” He ignored the small heaviness in his chest as he said it.
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Ollie pressed back against Wyatt and he couldn't even find it in him to smile into the ends of the blanket he had pressed against his mouth. Wyatt's very best friend had been killed and now there was him. He just nodded his head slowly. Best friend. He closed his eyes and brought his knees to his chest, letting the boy envelope his tiny frame like a koala. He hummed quietly along with the music he had playing from his iPod. Most of the things on there were scores from movies. He didn't enjoy most mainstream music unless it was the stuff Wyatt had him listening to. Otherwise he hid away from it all. "Do I make you happy?" He asked softly.
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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Wyatt’s eyes flickered over the fort, the hint of a smile touching the corner of his mouth. Something warm fluttered in his stomach, a little reminder that Ollie cares enough to do something like this with Wyatt included in the thought. His attention turned to the bruise though, a soft little sound in the back of his throat. “Do I like the fort, or the bruise?” he asked, seemingly seriously, though his eyes gave him away on the tease. His frail fingers curled around Ollie’s wrist gently, thumb brushing over his pulse as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the flourish of colour on his forearm. “Don’t hurt for me,” Wyatt mumbled quietly, pretending the statement wasn’t much more than it should be as he let go, climbing under the sheets into the little sanctuary.
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With a quiet sigh, he fixed his glasses, pretending his skin didn't break out in goosebumps when Wyatt kissed his bruise. "I was s-stupid," He replied softly and bit into his bottom lip as he crawled inside behind him. He grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, effectively cocooning himself. "C'mere..." He opened the cocoon up and wiggled, he wanted to be warm, but he wasn't going to have that unless Wyatt was curled up with him. 
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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"And as you can see here...I have built us a remarkable blanket fort that we can hide in forever." Ollie beamed at Wyatt and canted his head to the side. "I had to climb up on the counter to get string from the cabinet so I could tie sheets to a chair or two...got this..." He proudly showed a bruise on his forearm and shrugged. "Do you like it?!"
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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He felt his own cheeks heat with a blush, one hand raised to rub at the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah. I just.. Only if you want to? You don’t have to, you know?” Zayn was an idiot, he should have kept his mouth closed. Someone needed to constantly be available to duct tape it when needed. His tongue swept over his the part of his lips, throat dry, and heart thrumming. Nervous. Zayn was nervous. He felt like a damn fourteen year old kid with a crush again. Idiot.
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"I know, b-but I-I want to." Oliver gave him a smile and canted his head to the side for a moment before he shifted his bag again and cleared his throat. "M-May I c-come in?" He asked quietly and pulled the sleeves of his jumper over his hands and he lifted one to his mouth to chew on the loose strands. It had been a nervous habit and now it was something that comforted him just a tiny bit, calmed him down.
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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Wyatt hummed softly again, lightly tangling his fingers in the side of the other’s shirt, content with the warmth he emitted. He was always cold. Always a shade too thin to create his own warmth. “I would quite fancy never moving again but I assume we’ll have to. Can I..” Wyatt stopped himself, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. It was too much to ask. It was always too much to ask for help. He brushed his nose against Ollie’s palm while he fixed his hair, then turned to bury it in his shoulder, pressing a bit closer. He’d just take the moment of safety while he still had it.
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Ollie was more than happy to keep himself there wrapped up in Wyatt for the rest of the night. He hummed and wound his arms around the boy and even tangled their legs together, just to pull him that much closer. He breathed him in and pressed his face against Wyatt's temple. His fingers curled into the back of the boy's jumper, "C-Can you what? What were you going to ask?" He whispered and brushed his fingertips against the small of Wyatt's back.
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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I'm going over to Milo for a bit, I've got things drafted and I'll be back in a little while. <3
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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He let out a small, grateful sound as his fingers closed around the mug, giving the ghost of a smile at the kiss to his cheek. “It was fine.” Everything is always fine. “How was yours? Brush against any fit models?” His voice was soft, just a tease. Chance fell quiet though, as he climbed into his side of the bed, folding himself up with his hands still cradling the mug, his knees tucked to his chest. Small. He’d rather listen to Oliver talk then talk about anything regarding himself.
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'Everything is fine'. The same answer was given every single time he asked the boy about his day. He gave a gentle shrug of his shoulders and set his mug down before curling up beside his brother with his knees to his chest as well. "There's only two there that I find myself attracted to in any way shape or form." Around Chance, his stutter was dismal. He rarely startled over words, he was just calm. "I believe their names are Connor and Judas. Seems like they fancy one another, though." And he'd never have a chance with a model.
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ollieplease · 12 years ago
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Zayn’s eyes flickered to the mail held out, and he took it with a small nod, tucking it under his arm, forgotten as he listened to him ramble. Or watched, rather. The small movement of his mouth, the flutter of his lashes, the line of his teeth, his jaw, the blue of his eyes and it was familiar. Almost too familiar but he knew the lines that hurt him, and these weren’t them. They looked like the softer ones from before and Zayn had to remind himself to pull his breath into his lungs. His lips parted to say something but he isn’t sure what, he kind of spoke without thinking despite how much he’d been thinking. “Do you want to get coffee with me?” Oh. What? “Obviously I’d put proper clothes on.” Shut up. “Or not I mean.” Really, please. “I mean you could come in for a cuppa instead? If you don’t feel like going out.” Pause. “It doesn’t have to be a date.” Pause. “It can be.” Zayn needed to jump off of the apartment complex, really.
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Oliver just stared at him for a moment, at a loss for words. Did that really just happen? "U-Uhm..." His cheeks just burned red and he fidgeted with the sleeves of his jumper, pulling them over his hands just a little bit more. "I-I...w-would you mind if we just had a cuppa here?" He asked softly and shifted the shoulder strap of his bag. This was all very sudden. Oliver barely spoke a word to anyone let alone his neighbor. Who seemed to have his own problems as it were, that Oliver didn't feel like making worse with his presence. "A c-cuppa here sounds fine."
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