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[ofdcylights]

i've sadly been shadowbanned ): i sent an appeal but i have nooooo idea how long it'll take until it's resolved </3

[beingalones]

"i never thought i'd enjoy small town living all that much. thought i'd be running for the hills a week in." fabian admitted, chuckling softly. there were still times he felt completely out of place and felt that need to escape, but if he was completely honest he felt more free here than he had in all the cities he'd lived in during the height of his career. he was just another person here, another spec of dust in the grand scheme of things. even so, oliver's attention made him feel much bigger than that. it made him feel important, even as he tried to brush off his complimentary words. "well, probably." he teased, in turn also easing closer to the other as they hovered near each other, enough now that his arm bumped against oliver's. "but i prefer you anyway." even despite his nervousness, the way he fidgeted in front of him so adorably, his question had a surprising confidence to it. fabian turned towards him, his eyes trailing once again over that enticing mouth of his. "that's a good question." he spoke softly, his gaze unbreaking as he leaned closer, fingers ghosting over his jaw and his cheek. "what do you think i might want right now?"

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the sound of fabian’s soft laugh was music to oliver’s ears, it was infectious and oliver felt a soft, blossoming awe form in his chest. “i’m glad you haven’t run for the hills yet. we like you here. i like you here," the confession was sheepish, but earnest, and was paired with a lopsided grin. he captured his lower lip between his teeth, biting back a wide amused grin at fabian's joke. and as their arms brushed, oliver's breath caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat, feeling like time had stopped. and oh, he wanted more. "you prefer...me?" his eyes widened in surprise. oliver had never quite been so flustered by another human being, but in all fairness he'd also never quite been so seen by one either. eyelids fluttered closed for a brief moment and his breath trembled, skin growing hot beneath fabian's light touch. "i..." oliver's eyes opened and met fabian's, his voice dropping to a whisper as he instinctively leaned forward just a fraction, "i think - - well, i hope that you might want to...to get to know me better right now."

[matchesburnt]

his heart is in his throat as he watches hart stop , stand there like it was the most surprising thing to be uttered tonight and maybe it was . there was a thin line they never discussed but never crossed , he didn't know why but cameron was growing tired of it --- maybe it was far more than being lonely . " yeah . " cam swallows hard , fingers mindlessly curling into the sheets to keep himself grounded . it's only seconds but he swears , it feels like years pass between the moment hart turns and falls back into him . his breath catches and he blinks once , twice , maybe three times to be certain that this was real and it was . he was warm against him , could still smell the lingering hints of cologne on his body and it took everything in cameron not to close the near non existent gap between them . " did you have a preference ? i've been told i make really good pancakes . "

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it was an internal war. hart’s mind is at odds with his heart and he feels himself spiraling. cameron was good, cameron was kind. hart was good at making mistakes, hart was kind of an awful person. but, he’d always pined for cameron. he’d always hoped for more. the bed looks inviting, cameron’s arms look like home - - and hart is terrified he’d burn that home to the ground. despite his fears, he can’t help but entertain the idea of staying. “do you make pancakes for everyone you ask to stay the night?” he quirks a teasing brow, “or should i feel special?” then, hart runs his thumb across cameron’s lower lip, voice dropping to something low and velvety, “tell me. would you still ask me to stay if you knew i have the horrible habit of hogging the sheets?” sure, it wasn’t criminal - - but it’s one of hart’s many shortcomings and he wants to give cameron an out because hart simply can’t say no to staying.

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are anyone else’s ims not working 😭 tumblr truly hates me!!

[beingalones]

one eyebrow lifted curiously, gaze lingering on oliver for a second at the question that had a fairly obvious answer for anyone who knew him, but he'd noticed apparently he wasn't well versed in famous american male gymnasts. honestly, it was kind of refreshing, even if a slight blow to his ego. "not as much lately, but... yeah. sometimes." he shrugged sheepishly, but he really was enjoying this conversation more than he wanted to let on, especially when he saw the nervousness flash over his features and he began to ramble. he smiled idly, tilting his head up to take in the expanse of the sky slowly before turning to look at oliver again. "it's beautiful." his voice had grown a little softer now as he looked at him. "i've decided now." he announced, watching him without breaking his stare, trailing from pink lips back to his eyes. "i was definitely hoping you'd follow me. and it was a good call, 'cause i don't really think i cared much about anyone else in there."

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something about fabian drew him in, left him desperate for more after each interaction they shared. oliver was spellbound. he noticed the brief, shy smile that ghosted fabian’s lips and decided not to press further. in due time. hopefully he’d learn everything there was to know about the golden haired man that seemed to haunt his dreams. “i’ve decided that there are few things as gorgeous as the night sky, especially in a small town,” a hum as he watched the stars twinkle above their shared sky. he felt fabian’s eyes on him - of course he did - and the blush on his cheeks traveled to his ears, down his neck, and left him warm and dizzy with butterflies. "well, don't say that," he laughed, shaking his head. don't get my hopes up. “i’m sure there are tons of people back there far interesting than me.” his gaze grew courageous and drank in fabian’s lips. the way they curved, how soft they looked. and he stepped closer once more. “if you hoped i’d follow, and that wish was fulfilled,” oliver began, fidgeting with his fingers as he looked up at fabian from beneath his lashes, “what…what would your next wish be?”

[matchesburnt]

plot : fwb ? exes that keep hooking up ? friends who hooked up for the first time but been pining forever ? i dunno go crazy go stupid

open to : m / f / nb !

the sheets are still wrinkled around his hips , exposing sweat slicked skin the cold air that still seeps through the big windows to his left . " you can stay , y'know . " the clock beside his bed reads fifteen past two and he knows that by now , they were usually gone but as he watches them reach for strewn about articles of clothes --- cameron wants them to stay , aches for it . " i don't work in the morning we could do like . . . breakfast or something if that isn't too weird . "

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the cool coming from outside tickles hart’s bare torso as he fumbles for his shirt. his heart fell like it was pounding in his throat. when cameron's voice cuts through the room -- cuts through his racing thoughts -- hart stops, shirt falling to the floor in shock. he thought it might hurt his own heart less if he were to slip away now, rather than wake up entangled with cameron under the honeyed sunlight where cameron could easily see he made a mistake. but this wasn't a mistake to hart. it was, however, uncharted waters. "stay?" eyes flicker to the bed where cameron sits, and the ghost of a smile dances on hart's lips. he should leave. he really should. but, without thinking he's pulled once again into cameron's orbit and hart takes his chin between his fingers and tilts his head with a smirk. "will you be taking me out? or will you be cooking for me, mr. tilner?" his lips brush tauntingly over cameron's as he whispers, "hmm?"