#ollie porter

[arjengelly]

I’m gonna put this out there now… I’ve been shipping them in my Non-Cursed Eda AU (that I’ll eventually write 💀)

Don’t hate me 🙀

Camila was too scared to move on after all these years but Luz assures her that it’s ok and that she has Manny’s blessing. (Luz got a chance to meet with Manny in her brief visit to the afterlife. There is nothing he wants more than for his family to be happy, even when he himself is gone.) Yet nothing could prepare Luz for the person her mother took a fancy to.

Olly Porter to Meadow Park: “Our family tree is so jacked up… I can’t tell if Luz is my cousin or my aunt at this point…!”

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Characters' Sleep Attire Headcanons

☆ David - Shirtless with gym shorts

☆ Milo - Tank top and boxers

☆ Asher - Just boxers

☆ Damien - Tank top and shorts

☆ Huxley - Shirtless with pajama pants

☆ Gavin - Nude / Just sweatpants

☆ Lasko - T-shirt and pajama pants

☆ Kody - Hoodie and sweatpants

☆ Sam - Only pajama pants ;]

☆ Vincent - Sweatshirt and pajama pants

☆ Porter - Just briefs

☆ James - Tank top and boxers

☆ Anton - T-shirt, pajama pants, and socks

☆ Marcus - Full matching pajama set, sleep hat included

☆ Hush - Whatever Doc gives him to sleep in

☆ Blake - Pajama shirt and pants that somehow never match

☆ Elliott - Sweatshirt and shorts

☆ Aaron - Tank top and pajama pants

☆ Ollie - Oversized t-shirt and shorts

☆ Ivan - T-shirt and boxers

☆ Guy - Boxers and socks 

☆ Geordi - Graphic tee and briefs

☆ Morgan - Matching pajama set with patterned socks

[that-gothickitty]

Stop being a delulu bitch and accept that NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU GUYS. Honestly imagine sicking your followers on anons just because your a snowflake who can't handle a little criticism 🙄

Funny you say that cus' newsflash, idgaf 😛

Anywhoodle, this is just for you anon 💗

Also, babes, it's you're*, not your. :>

Redacted Pride Headcanons 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Shaw Pack

Asher Tabolt - Pansexual. Demiboy, He/They.

Milo Greer - Bi as fuck. Cis, He/Him.

David Shaw - Omnisexual. Cis, He/Him.

Christian - Two words, twenty dollars. Cis, He/Him.

Amanda - Heterosexual and aceflux. Demigirl, She/They.

Soliare Clan

William Soliare - Gay, homosexual gayyyyy (and demi romantic). Cis, He/Him.

Vincent Soliare - Bisexual. Cis, He/Him.

Porter Soliare - Also bisexual. Cis, He/Him.

Alexis Soliare (Getty) - Pansexual, hetro romantic. Cis, She/Her.

Samuel Collins - Unlabeled. He just knows he loves his Darlin'. Cis, He/Him.

Frederick Collins - Pansexual bi romantic. And demi romantic/sexual. Cis, He/Him.

Damn Crew

Damien - Polysexual and demisexual. Cis, He/Him.

Huxley - Pansexual. Demiboy, He/They.

Lasko - Omnisexual. Pangender, Any.

Gavin - Unlabeled, doesn't really care about labels. Genderfaun, He/They/Xey.

Unempowered boys

Ollie - Pansexual. Cis, He/Him.

Guy - Omnisexual. Nonbinary, Any.

Geordi - Panromantic and Bisexual. Demiboy, He/They.

Aaron - Bisexual and demiromantic. Cis, He/Him.

Anton - Unlabled. Cis, He/Him.

Brian - Heterosexual. Cis, He/Him.

De(a)mons

Camelopardalis - Aroace. Genderfluid, Any.

Vega - Polysexual and Demiromantic. Let's be honest, Vega himself is a gender, he doesn't give two fucks about pronouns.

Avior - Omnisexual, Demiromantic and Demisexual. Genderqueer, He/They.

Caelum - Aroace. Nonbinary, He/They.

Misc.

James - Bisexual. Cis, He/Him.

Elliott - Bisexual, Panromantic and Asexual. Demiboy, He/They.

Blake - Pansexual. Cis, He/Him.

Hush - Doc has not explained the concept of sexuality to him yet. Agender, He/Him.

*if I forgot anyone pls scold me in the comments and I'll add em later okie thank you love ya <3

[xanyiaz]

dude i desperately need someone to explain what order to watch all the redacted audio lore stuff PLEASE 🙏 i am in need of direction!!!! also if you answer this thank you so much i kiss the land you walk upon

HI HELLO UHHH well i feel like the order in which i listened (but slightly adjusted) was a good way to listen to everything- i'd say the first redacted 101 video about magic is very useful in explaining the basics so probably that first and then:

- freelancer season 1

- sadism's hold (ivan) you could listen at the same time as freelancer s1 bc it takes place at the same time

- freelancer season 2

- inversion

- freelancer season 3

- sovereign state (avior)

- project meridian ^^ with avior and project meridian you could switch their positions and listen either way

- hush

- carpe deus (vega)

- the balance ^^ again you could switch the positions of vega and the balance but just know they're both veryvery heavy lore wise so i'd recommend listening to last. i also recommend listening to hush and vega at the same time

these are just for the narrative/lore focused playlists ^^ as for the character playlists, you can listen in whichever order you want- i'd already listened to a lot of vincent before the freelancer series and i listened to milo just whenever- i finished listening to david, asher and sam last just bc they're not my kinda guys tbh 💀 the werewolves (david, asher and milo) and the vampires (vincent and sam) do also all appear in inversion and some people might recommend listening to them all first before inversion but i didn't and it was all fine- i could still figure out what was going on and could tell them apart easily but then again, if you do listen before, you'll understand inversion more and will have all the context so it's just up to you‼️i haven't listed all the character playlists btw, just the ones who appear in the narrative/plot-focused ones but there are others too like porter and morgan <3

and then there's other random characters like guy, ollie and geordi and stuff lol which aren't too involved in anything but they're veryvery cool and nice to listen to when recovering from angst 😃👍

oh and then there's the imperium au- which i'm actually still listening to (i keep procrastinating it lol). it's an alternate universe so just don't even go near that until you've listened to everything else 😭‼️

hope this helps & happy listening !! 🫶

[angelicaether]

Sky Side's Hot Boi Spring Back Collab Project

Hello, hello! It's another Sky Side event! We did a collab event in the Sky Side discord server - this time focusing on the early parts of the relationships of these pairings! Everyone is tagged above their fic/art so please go give them a follow. A big big thank you to everyone who participated in my silly event, love you all dearly you're some of the most talented folks I've ever met <33

Starting off strong with the talented @kilarthmac with Porter/Treasure and Guy/Honey!

Then the wonderful @mr-laveau with Porter/Treasure - Porter helping Treasure dress in the morning~

Then the great @androgynouspenguinexpert with high school sweethearts Blake/Bestie

Iconic fic writer @zozo-01 with a Darlin’/Sam piece

The lovely @mars-mell with some early audio moments

My dearest @nortyourself with a Vincent/Lovely piece

The wonderful @agentplutonium with a super sweet Milo/Sweetheart fic

My contribution is this slightly spicy David/Angel fic

The lovely BlueWhispers with a Damien/Freelancer fic!

The talented @belovedbow with an Elliott/Sunshine piece - Elliott showing Sunshine his magic pre-confession

The icon @pycth with this super cute Asher/Baaabe piece!

The lovely @me10dys with an Ollie/Baby fic!

The wonderful @teafairywithabook with a David/Angel fic!

The most lovely KatieB with an Amanda/Christian fic!

And last but not least!! @lovelylonerliterature with a Sam/Darlin’ fic!

Please mind the tags on all the fics but I hope you enjoy all the art and everything - another big thank you to everyone who participated y’all are the best most talented group of people I swear!

[shessoft]

HSMTMTS Creator Meme - [1/3] Ships Gina Porter & Ricky Bowen

[vind3miat0r]

hello, and welcome back to: vinn cant fucking anatomy :D

[ch0colatec0ff33-art]

all my ocs and their flags! (At least the queer and identity ones!)

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

This might sound dumb, but what if there's actually something going on with William and the whole Summit situation is meant to be a distraction of sorts?

It's clear he planned all of this, but I feel like there's more to it than just testing if Vincent can be his sucessor.

Vincent and Lovely are going to be busy planning and managing the whole event.

Sam, Darlin' & the rest of the Shaw Pack are all going to be attending.

Alexis is absolutely going to attend just to see Vincent mess things up. (I personally feel like this is the reason why William invited her over and let her go so easily, by dropping the responsibility in Vincent's lap without any prior warning, and in front of her no less, it's almost guaranteed she'd get interested in seeing how the whole thing's going to go.)

Then there's the whole Porter situation. We don't know if he'll be attending or not, or if he's the reason why William decided not to go, but the main point is, nobody will be around Will during the Summit.

If anything were to happen to him there'd be nobody around to do anything about it, so maybe he's not testing Vincent but rather trying to protect him and the rest of the clan from something?

Ok I don’t know if Sam was the first one porter told he was in town or if he told will first BUTT what if he told will first and will didn’t tell Vincent bc he was going to try to deal with porter first. He probably didn’t acount for porter telling Sam because I’d dosnt seem like they were close. So he was going to try to keep porter away on short notice and had to mess with his plans.

Do we know if the summit is at the beginning or end of the month? Cause if it’s at the end of the month this might not work

[stokesy55]

Look at these babies 🥹

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Credit to Howard Porter

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Tattoo Headcanons

✩ Elliott has a big abstract freehand tattoo that covers his shoulder and upper arm - one of the cool swirly line designs

✩ Ollie has a stick and poke smiley face on his ankle that one of his friends gave him in high school

✩ Aaron has some sort of quote tattooed on his ribs - probably a line from a song / movie that he associates with Elliott or his mom

✩ Caelum loves temporary tattoos and likes having matching ones with Gavin and Freelancer

✩ Geordi has something fandom related on his forearm - anything but Star Trek because he doesn't want to seem like that much of a nerd

✩ Asher has a patchwork leg sleeve with a bunch of different styles and a similar half sleeve on his opposite bicep

✩ Milo and Sweetheart have matching chest tattoos

✩ Ivan got original Baby’s name tattooed on his collar bone right before they broke up

✩ David has a tattoo commemorating Gabe and something for the whole Shaw pack

✩ Anton has a monstera leaf on his forearm to remind him of My Love

✩ Porter has an elaborate neck tattoo that spreads down his sternum and covers most of his chest

✩ Gavin has a backpiece consisting of the D.A.M.N. crew's favorite flowers

✩ Guy has doodles Honey drew for him on his thighs

✩ Morgan has some sort of lower rib / upper stomach tattoo of an hourglass with a skull

✩ Avior has stars and constellations all across his torso

✩ Brian has all of his kids’ birthdays on his chest

[venusdear]

GET HER GILLY GET HERRRRR

[plaqying]

redacted awards categories - nominate yourselves here!

closed!

creatives -

best artist

best fic writer

best hc writer

best ocs

coolest listener/oc cassettes/icons

‘the’ fans (note - if a character doesn’t get any nominations, then their will be no award, but if one person nominates themself for a character they will win the award, so make sure to nominate yourself!)-

david

asher

milo

christian

vincent

sam

porter

gavin

damien

huxley

lasko

avior

caelum

cam

vega

regulus

blake

elliot

ivan

ollie

aaron

guy

geordi

hush

james

anton

yan caller

brachium

misc -

the most 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

put in the replies what you want to be nominated for! nominations won’t be open forever, so hurry! enjoy 🩷

[sincerelyverena]

the oliver fic section of tumblr is SOOOOO dry rn so I'm wondering if you could write about how you've been friends with ollie since oxford and got invited to stay the summer with felix. then while playing spin the bottle you and him have something? IDK IM JUST RAMBLING BUT YEAH

i enjoyed writing this so so so much. i diiiid take this in a way different direction than i anticipated, but i hope you enjoy this nevertheless. thank u dearly for ur rambles! mwah! 🤍

⟡⁺ SEVEN MINUTES IN HELL

. . . OLIVER QUICK X FEM!READER ‘testosterone boys and harlequin girls.’ @ajs-222 @michael-loves-chickens @surazim @soocore @fedyascoffin

inbox is always open to requests!

in whichꕀ

✦ ﹒hate has no bounds. except when you're stuck in a wardrobe with oliver quick.

tagsꕀ

✦ ﹒implied sex ﹐fade to black smut ﹐enemies with benefits ﹐dom!oliver ﹐spoiled!reader ﹐reader would’ve probs bullied you in high school ﹐oliverrr you little stalkerrr ﹐felix and reader have a sister-brother connection ﹐ oliver brat tamer arc ﹐farleigh has naturally sharpened canines beware ﹐reader is a homie hopper ﹐YES OLIVERR USE YOUR HANDS ﹐DRUNK N HORNY, DRUNK N HORNYYY ﹐smack my ass like the drum slurp the dick til it cum ﹐forced proximity ﹐degradation ﹐phat exposition beware ﹐the plot is absolutely plotting ﹐implied incest between minor characters

THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL BETA READERS: @sparklehani ﹐@vikwrites

You pushed the frame of your sunglasses upward with the pad of your thumb. The accessory nestled into the top of your hair, positioning yourself to soak up the grandeur of old money that ascended far beyond where the naked eye could see.

Saltburn. A spectacle passed down by word of mouth.

The double ebony archways are considered to be a set of doors shifted in position. Presented to you, the skyscraper-remnant entrance is extended with a gradual creak of effort. Revealing the beauty of the estate’s foyer in the process. 

“Miss Esmeray.” 

You were too absorbed in the elegance etched into every breath that was drawn in the manor alone to notice the suited male positioned behind the doorways. Declan, was it? You weren’t too opposed to not giving a singular shit about the name of a mere, working butler. 

To outsiders, those morals would’ve been doubted in the fashion in which you approached the estate’s employee. 

You inclined forward. The painted maroon of your lips puckered as you scattered lightweight kisses upon either side of the loose, wrinkled surface of the butler’s cheeks. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last, Declan.”

He didn’t seem particularly phased – on the surface at least – apart from the cool hardening of his formerly strained eyes. 

“It’s Duncan.”

You stifled the urge to laugh.

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” You leaned backward with a hushed hue of voice and a poised frown. A frown that didn’t last long as you slipped by with an isolated thrum of your heels along the blemishless, maintained floors. 

The porters that had withheld your luggage followed suit, grasping the attention of Duncan. He continued to clasp his hands behind his back, surveying the situation with a stare that would put a hawk to shame.

“Leave the luggage there. The estate butlers will see to it.” The note of exasperation that tainted Duncan’s articulation caused your personal porters to arrange the stacks of luggage onto the flooring without missing a beat.

The bound of employees hit the open doorways, leaving you to bask in a well-deserved solitude. Or so you had thought.

The hue of your flickery eyes had fixated immensely upon the silhouette which overlooked the foyer. An individual that leaned along the fencing of the plank-relied stairway, slinked in the comfort of the shadows. Even in the limelight of darkness, you could scrutinize the sight of a chiseled jaw and the irises of dusked aquamarine. 

Oliver Quick. Bile slicked the crevices of your throat. That slimy, freakish companion of one of your closest friends from Oxford. The sole reason you were invited to the estate in the first place.

And that sole reason broke out into the foyer before you could’ve mustered a word.

“[Y/N]!”

Felix Catton. Gorgeous, radiant Felix Catton came bounding toward you. Arms sprawled wide open, and a grin of nothing more but graciousness broke across his lips. Devoid of awaiting a response, Felix tossed the base of his arms around your shoulders. The toned muscle propped behind the sleight of your neck, burying himself into you in the process.

“Hi, Fi.” You mumbled around the top of his broadened shoulder, basking in the familiarity of his scent and aura. The tension that had made itself known in the base of your abdomen uncoiled, just the slightest.

You had inclined backward momentarily. The palms of your hands propped themselves upon the sleight of Felix’s jaw. You surveyed Felix closely and blew out a sharp breath. “Felix, you’re looking thinner. What have they been feeding you here?”

“The summer fucks up my appetite, you know that,” Felix grumbled pointedly.

“That’s not an excuse, Fi.” Your forefinger pinched the practically non-existent fat lining his cheeks, reeling a small grimace from the male.

The dense thrums of rhythmic footsteps spliced unnervingly through the moment. You tore the unyielding hue of your stare from Felix toward Oliver, who positioned himself solidly against the foot of the stairway. 

“Ollie!” Felix unraveled his arms away from you, in turn, to acknowledge his self-titled best friend. The male was peacefully oblivious to the glowering irritation that etched itself into your gaze. “You remember [Y/N], yeah?”

“How could I forget?” Oliver quipped the mere intensity of his gaze maintained upon you. You felt as if he was staring right through you, aware of every crook, crevice, and secret of your being. Deep speckles of disgust were blanketed behind hues of feigned interest.

As the moment drew on, he extended a hand. You harshly glared into it. Whilst the remainder of the inner circle Felix had established in Oxford grew to warm up to Oliver’s meek, somewhat awkward presence. You loathed it. 

“Mum has been dying to see you all day, [Y/N].” The strained hues of Felix’s voice tore into the steadily growing silence. His lips curved upward into a thin smile. Felix could virtually feel the tension tighten between his two companions.

“She’s in the morning room.”

You pecked him on the cheek on your way out. “Thanks, Fi.”

Felix’s words of prominence held a generous truth. Lady Elspeth Catton pushed the teacup amid her hands aside the second her eyes had met the radiance of your presence. You mustered a small smile at the sight of the woman you had known for the year prior.

“Oh, darling. It’s been too long.”

The all-too-familiar scent of high-end designer perfumes assaulted your nostrils as Elspeth brought you into a momentarily embrace. You had come to terms with the preceding summer that she had grown to be more of a maternal figure than your mother ever would be. Even if you were inclined to remove your nose ring and settled for a less dramatic false lash to soothe her fear of what she deemed to be ugly.

In those logistics, you had no idea why she hadn’t thrown Oliver out the second she met his acquaintance.

“Come, come, come. Sit down, I’ll whisk up some tea for you…”

“Hot chocolate.” You had a hard time grappling with the concept of politeness.

“Oh, of course! How would I forget?”

As Elspeth handled the hot chocolate-bearing teapot, you were prompted to discuss the prior school year. Conversations flowed from academics to the selection of boys and girls alike who had the misfortune of encountering your diva-like logistics. 

Elspeth indulged in her tea. “Did Felix mention the festivities we’re having tonight?”

You propped a spoonful of whipped cream atop the chocolate goodness, a frown painting your lips. “Not at all. What festivities?”

“One of the annual dinners with the Catton’s family friends is proceeding tonight,” Elspeth explained, tone somewhat bored with the lack of any mentions of gossip present in this crevice of the conversation. The flimsy painted surface of her nail tapped away at her teacup.

“Please tell me it's the Lockwoods.”

“Who else would it be, darling?”

“Thank Christ.”

As Elspeth continued to chatter onward about the newest scandal she observed with the Lockwoods, you pertained to drifting off in thought. Concerning the night ahead. And the dread that followed with the idea of socialization with a bunch of stuck-up acquaintances alike yourself.

And Oliver Quick.

You rolled the base of your fingers around the rounded cigarette Felix had outstretched. Flimsy smoke curled outward from the plumpness of his lips, drifting upward toward the coiling stairs above your heads.

You circulated your lips around the rim of the drug stick, angling your hand backward as you took a hit – brimming with a  buzz of pleasure. The cigarette slipped back into Felix’s hand, which inclined away to pass it toward Oliver. Whom you hadn’t even bothered to glance toward once during the entirety of the night.

The remains of the others flocked behind, the light hue of conversation prominent in the air. The three others you’ve befriended – Wiona, Lincoln, and Valencia – had befriended the Catton children in their younger years. At the annual dinner that commenced the year prior, you discovered that they had developed an annual tradition for Spin the Bottle.

The sole reason why the group of eight traversed up the spiraling stairway in the first place, bottles of alcohol propped in hand.

A prominent part of you wordlessly hoped that the alcohol would loosen you up a tad. Alas, with the sensation of Oliver’s eyes bored into the back of your head. You were bound to feel a tad paranoid. Especially when you weren’t oblivious to how every movement you made was tracked. 

The minuscule smirk when the base of your nail had chipped. The glimmer of distaste when you looked up and down the outfits of the current houseguests. The burn of eyes when you laughed a tad too loudly. The indescribable emotion that blared throughout Oliver’s surveying gaze as you stared into him. An attempt of intimidation that was never accomplished.

The solid front of the bathroom’s tiles was undeniably cool, in contrast to the thin garment that shielded the top of your thighs.

You proceeded to tuck yourself across the minuscule opening between Farleigh and a most currently amused Felix. The glass-spun bottle of the night lay vulnerable in the grip of his broadened fingers.

“Care to make a bet on this year’s game?”

A short laugh stirred itself from the crevice of your throat. You inclined your head over the brink of your shoulder, scrutinizing gaze propped upon the curly-haired male sat inches away. Farleigh’s eyes crinkled with the intensity of his curved lips, tongue tracing the rim of his canines. 

You suddenly grew aware of the sheer amount of certain plastic bags you had smuggled down your bra upon arrival. Ziplock bundles of goodness Farleigh would surely die for. A sentiment visible from the mere spark of interest blanketed behind his eyes.

“You seriously think I’ll say no to a good gamble?”

With a tinge of casualty, Farleigh swung a singular arm over the bridge of your shoulders. His voice grew hushed, but the intention of his words burnt into the crevice of your ear. “One of those pretty bags of yours if it lands on Valencia and Lincoln.”

“They’re siblings, munchkin.” The force of your articulation twisted with a prominent combination of distaste and fluid judgment.

“So what?”

For someone who always had something to say, you hadn’t been rendered this speechless in a long, long time. Alas, Farleigh wasn’t the only soul that expressed his amusement with the fact.

Oliver stared right into you. Twisted amusement circulated within his gaze.

Felix proceeded to illustrate a spectacle of himself, the glass-rimmed bottle set down on the tiled ground before him. Dramatics and flairs. Nothing out of the ordinary for your beloved Fi, who expressed the rules and regulations of the game as if his company hadn’t played for the years prior. 

This excluded a scrutinizing Oliver. A prominent smirk threatened to overcome your lips at the sight of his cockiness. His prior attitude slipped away at the news of having to potentially be stuffed in one of the Catton’s family closets for several minutes – with his luck – accompanied by a total stranger.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to begin.

Felix offered a riveting motion with his hand. The echo of uproar, paired with the creak of the bottle against the tiles bounced off of the thinly-veiled walls as he gave it a fluid spin.

The uproar crescendoed into a screeching halt as the pitcher shook into a steadied pace. Its glimmering tip angled precisely toward a noriette-haired girl, who was in the midst of pertaining her slight nose toward the strip of snow-white goodness laid out on the back of her hand. 

“Wiona!”

“You better hope and pray, darling.”

“Leave your drink with me, Wynn!”

Felix stuffled the broadened nature of his fingers into his mouth. He offered a low whistle toward Wiona, whose smirk was shielded by her bob-length curls.

He inclined toward the glass-rimmed bottle once more. “Right, whose the lucky boy… or girl? We don’ discriminate here…”

Murmurs of agreement followed the winding silence of the spinning contraption. Accompanied by short-circuited laughs, and gambled musterings. Overtaken by shrill yells as the crown cork inclined precisely toward Farleigh, whose curves were still draped over you. 

“Leigh, that’s you.” Felix had confirmed, to the delight of those inclined around the circle. His eyes crinkled, appropriate to the intensity of the sparkling grin that graced his otherworldly face. “The blue room awaits you lovebirds…”

The jangling of cash and the slip of dope occurred.

The game continued as such. And with gradual time, all participants grew intoxicated by the minute with the presence of booze and crack. Two of your tit-coke bags have been ripped out of your disposal with the force of the circle’s gambles, gaining triple the amount in the process. Especially when Lincoln and Valencia slipped into the next room.

You found yourself with the curve of your head lolling atop the pad of Felix’s shoulder. An endearing warmth buzzed throughout you, rooted in the alcohol burning the crevice of your throat.

One of Felix’s broadened palms settled upon the hitch of your scalp. The other claws at the scarcely dented bottle once more, sending it into a tile-searing spin.

Commotion peaked within the room as the pitcher sloped toward Oliver.

Shadowiness engulfed your vision as the wardrobe doors closed in. Bathing in the darkness of mere loathing for two factors in this twisted, twisted equation. For the bottle. And for Oliver Quick, who had never been closer to you than in this moment. Bile rose in your throat for the second time that day.

It was just your luck that the bottle inclined towards you at that moment.

“That’s ironic.”

A slither of outside illumination managed to crack into the wardrobe, lining the crevice of Oliver’s azure hues. Speckled with what was perceived as faint amusement, tightening the knot of tension present in the atmosphere.

The sleight of your back strained as you stumbled toward the clanky side of the closet, desperate to discover an escape. To no avail. The faint ghost of a scoff reverberated from the hollow of your throat. “What’s ironic, huh?”

For some reason. For whatever reason at all, Oliver inclined toward you. The slightest indeed, but it managed to send your heart hammering between your ears. Nothing more but pure loathing pulsated throughout you with the sudden proximity. It was the alcohol. Booze does funny things to the mind, right?

Olivcr’s alcohol-tinged breath mists upon your lips. His words slurred somewhat. “For som’one that gets everythin’ she wants, you seem pretty… helpless right now.” “Anyone that finds themself in a closet with you would be.”

“I’m jus’ sayin', it’s pretty pathetic.”

A gradual grin seeped onto Oliver’s face at the undeniable loathing that flared within the depths of your eyes. You looked as if you were a tick away from murdering him with your bare hands, and it brought him nothing but pure amusement.

“Pathetic…” The word dripped off of your lips with slow, taunting articulation. A twisted of taunted tipsiness. With the fiery force of each syllable, you leaned forward and clasped a sloppy hand toward the center of Oliver’s chest, an attempt to shove him further away. 

“Pathetic?”

You had made your intentions very clear to extend the distance between you and the male. To your luck, you had found yourself even closer.

Oliver didn’t appear phased, gaze carving holes into you. “You think the complete world of yourself, I’d say that’s pretty pathetic.”

Your stare narrowed down further. Silence draped over you momentarily with the intention of cold-shouldering Oliver until the seven minutes eventually ticked by. You adverted your eyes, purposefully scrutinizing the slight gap between the worn closet doors. The illumination blurred amid your intoxication.

 “Look at me.”

A roughened palm tore you back toward reality. Accompanied by a thread of fingers that pressed into the curve of your cheeks. Your once inclined head had surrendered into Oliver’s grasp, involuntarily meeting his gaze.

“Whoa… he’s finally thinkin’ for himself for once.” You spat out around the mere brute of his hands. Even though they radiated a certain chill only Oliver could possess, a prominent warmth glowed in every patch of skin he had clutched onto.

“Instead of bein’ Fi’s little hound…”

Oliver’s grappling hand seemed to tense with every batter of your words. “Shut your bloody mouth before I do it for you.”

“Wooow… so scary–”

You barely possessed the will to blow out another sharp breath before Oliver’s lips were interlocked with your own. The breath you had been holding hitched upright into your throat. Your chest constricted. In replacement of the disgust you preempted, velvety warmth pulsated throughout your entire being with a singular brush of the male’s mouth along yours.

With the fashion in which Oliver devoured your lips, you wondered if he wished to eat you alive.

You blamed it completely on the booze and the crack.

He was the first to pull back from the embrace, hands still tucked immensely around your jaw. A glow of succession is prominent in Oliver’s aquamarine stare, a glow that brought forth a sleight of irritation to overcome you.

“I believe you liked that.” 

“Your ego is as big as your head, Oliver.”

He inclined his head, a smile wandering upon his lips. “That wasn’t a denial, now.”

The palm that cradled the sleight of your jaw loosened the slightest. It moved toward the back of your neck, utilizing the position to guide you toward him further. His lips. So close. Nearing with time. The curve of your abdomen burned with a newfound desire, christening your inner walls with its molten warm goodness.

But you couldn’t care. You just couldn’t. 

“You’re completely… fuckin’ mad.”

The seven minutes must be up now, wouldn’t it? Your ears strained themselves through the momentary silence as you processed tidbits of laughter from the next room over.

You reminded yourself to beat the everliving Christ out of Felix Catton the next morning.

The palm still collared around your neck dug downward into the base of your shoulders. In the same leering motion, the edge of a heel curved into the density of your legs. Before you can even process the situation, the rock-hard surface of the wardrobe is felt underneath your suddenly aching knees.

“Now, now…”

You inclined your head upward. The twisted hues of Oliver Quick bored down upon you, like wood to an already brewing fire engulfing the inner workings of your womanhood. The hollow of your throat bobbled as you gave a dense swallow.

An even denser zip of Oliver’s dress pants sounded throughout the wardrobe.

“How about I teach you a lesson on how a brat should behave?”

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things i really want erik to explore for each redacted character

☆ vega :: him pulling a gavin 2.0. as in - warden’s asleep. and vega confesses how he feels in their mind. more physical interactions as well

☆ david :: shifting. MORE SHIFTING. CUDDLE AND SHIFT. PLEASE. SCRITCHES AND SCRATCHES.

☆ milo :: fashion shopping. i want to know what exactly milo would be shopping for. and how he’d dress his mate.

☆ vincent :: his family. his life before the surge. how he used to have fun with friends, the games he enjoyed, his favorite food, places he used to go, his dreams and ambitions… + heart to heart convo with porter. i feel like they’d actually get along if they were willing to listen to one another

☆ sam :: interactions with other characters besides the clan and shaw pack

☆ porter :: soft and cheesy moments, just drunkenly in love with treasure. also life before turning too. i will always grip onto my lawyer!porter headcanon

☆ huxley :: breaking up with damien so i can have him

☆ damien :: breaking up with huxley so i can have hux

☆ lasko :: dying

☆ gavin :: his relationship with other daemons

☆ vega :: kissing me

☆ aaron :: cooking with him and spending more time. smartass telling aaron how he means to them, and aaron being more affectionate. also him spoiling them

☆ ivan :: his past with baby (before vega)

☆ elliott :: BIKER ELLIOTT BIKER ELLIOTT IDCCCC

☆ ollie :: venting to baby. like. i wanna hear about the man’s struggles. his insecurities? his past?

☆ guy :: idk

☆ brachium :: how his heart aches everytime he sees a young soul crossing the river

☆ avior :: idk

☆ vega :: kissing me okay i’m like out of ideas idk

@breezysuffers @dukecollinsbf @marlowlvsu @ashertickler @porters-fangs @capitalisticveins @ilovealotofwomen @achios @mokozroach @lexdoesntdraw @jaxfart @honeymarune @infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt @everything-redacted00 @n0r @professionallyyappinabtangst @poedays and anyone idk