OLIVIA.

sounds like a you problem.

[ohliviaruth]

#OHLIVIARUTH || A fandomless original character exploring themes of: childhood trauma, psychological and physical abuse, resilience, found family, the pursuit of happiness, and the difficult road of self-discovery. Triggering themes and ns/fw content will be present. Follow at your own discretion. Multi-everything. MEMES.

Mun is 30, so 21+ only. Under construction. Also @ripwheel. ; Icon template: ©

[ripgray-moved]

           the last thing he remembers is soul-bending terror.

           uh-oh, peter! bad decision!

           that seems to be the only kind of decision he's made tonight. from arguing with olivia to deciding to go off on his own in the dark of night, propelled by some self-serving anger that he still can't make sense of ( he's never so clumsy, nor so driven by his emotions ), he's wound himself up in the deepest shit he's been in in a long while.

           "ugh... ugh..." it feels as if he's fighting with the void as he struggles to open his eyes. immediately, peter raises a weak hand to his forehead, the pounding there bad enough to provoke a groan. he can make out a blurry figure above him but can't, for the meantime, discern them.

           a deadhead, probably. i'm fucked...

           but the dead don't speak, and after hearing his name a few times, it becomes impossible to ignore. with great effort, peter forces his eyes open again, squinting against the blinding light of a nearby fire. it's big, its flames reaching towards the sky, its fumes thick and grey. peter's head rolls against the dirt before a face— olivia's face— reveals itself to him.

           "olivia...?" he blinks slowly, groggily, as if stirring from hibernation before winter has passed. fatigued. "wh... where is he...?"

           paimon. he was here. he remembers now. the demon revealed himself shortly after amon lost all sense of control and began to choke him to death, rising from the shadows like an ashen phoenix— and by god had he been angry. in fact, seeing him bare his razor teeth like that had made him very aware of the fact that he'd never seen the demon in any other state than poorly restrained mania. the moment his wings had unfurled from his back, eyes sprouting all over his form like ugly garden weeds, even peter— the one attached to this creature through ritual, even if his body was not yet his home— had been dizzy with a renewed sense of terror. it had been a terrible time to realise that he truly didn't know that much about the entity at all; had sparked hopelessness like he'd never experienced before save for the night of the accident. as amon had had his soul forcibly torn from his body, piece by piece, as if it was clinging to its rightful vessel, peter had attempted to retreat.

           no such luck. just as asking olivia about the creature will reap. she can't know.

           slowly, peter pushes himself up into a sitting position, forcing his blurred vision straight. regardless of the shape he's in ( and it's pretty awful, all things considered ), he has no choice but to get to his feet and make some sort of progress. if he stays here anchored to the mud for much longer, he's going to find himself the dead's next meal.

           "i can walk," he says through a wheeze, pushing himself to his feet despite her hand looking mighty inviting to his exhausted body. he has to do it himself; he most definitely should not be letting himself grow accustomed to the notion of someone being there to pick him up should he need it. the second he becomes taken by the idea, he's as good as dead. "i can... i can walk—"

           just about. very slowly. nevertheless, peter drags himself away from the noise with olivia in tow. as they hobble their way through the forest and back onto the road, peter realises he's counting things as he passes. rocks. trees. blood spatters. anything not to focus on how much his body aches..

           "where're we gonna go...?" he rasps, and all at once does his throat begin to hurt. it isn't just the inside of it feeling scratchy and raw from a late night of wailing at the top of his lungs. it's the feeling of phantom fingers locked tight around his jugular. superhuman strength pinning him to the floor via his adam's apple alone. "...back to the roof. you were right— it was safe. i need to—zleep... just need'a 'leep..."

[ohliviaruth]

Try as Olivia may, there’s no making sense of what’s just happened.

While she’s seen her fair share of crazy fucking shit — because really, who the hell hasn’t at this point unless they’ve been living under a goddamned rock — watching some kind of other-worldly creature suck out someone’s….soul? Life essence?

Yeah, that wasn’t exactly an every-day sort of thing. Not even during the end of the world.

❝ Hey — yeah, yeah, it’s me. We have to go, Pete, come on. ❞

The fire across from them crackles, the heat from it already increasing in intensity; they need to get out of here, and soon, or they’re going to end up no different than the walkers they’ve had to set fire to. 

                Where is he?

So, whatever that thing was — Peter knows him. 

(Okay, that’ll have to be a question for later, because what the actual fuck is going on?)

❝ Don’t be fucking stupid, Pete. We’ll move faster if you let me help. ❞ Despite the words, Liv’s tone is gentle, the fear of nearly losing him driving her forward; immediately does she take one of his arms and sling it over her shoulder, supporting as much of his weight as she can while they make their way out of the clearing.

Away from the fire. Away from the nightmare.

❝ Hey, you can’t sleep on me yet, alright? We gotta’ wait until we get up the stairs to the roof at least. ❞ She can’t be sure what injuries he’d sustained before her arrival — while she’d followed his attackers as fast as possible, she’d still needed to be careful; her dying wouldn’t exactly help him get out of that place.

Though after seeing what she has, that thought seems incorrect. 

Something had protected Peter — but what?

❝ I have painkillers in my bag, ❞ it’s offered while they make their way back up to the roof, each step more difficult than the last; Peter isn’t heavy, but watching out for Walkers and trying to keep Peter upright isn’t exactly a trivial task.

By some miracle, she only has to put down one stray Walker on their way up to their safe haven, a straggler from their earlier encounter — and christ, thank fuck they’d cleared this place earlier.

❝ Come on — come on, here. ❞ Olivia’s not taking any of his bullshit refusals, already helping him onto one of the blankets she’d left behind; it’s not like her to leave supplies, but seeing the person she’s been traveling with getting grabbed like that?

Yeah, sue her, but the blanket hadn’t been a priority. 

❝ You scared the shit out of me. ❞ It feels safer now to speak, though her trembling fingers give away some of her anxiety. ❝ Pete…what exactly just happened back there? You asked where ‘he’ was. Who is he? ❞

What is he?

As her question hangs, Olivia makes quick work of assessing some of his injuries, the fire from earlier providing some degree of warmth as she begins to rifle through her backpack.

❝ You don’t have to answer now. It’s…fuck, you’re probably in pain, so...here. Go through my bag and take what you need, okay? Painkillers, water, applesauce…whatever you want. You can have it. ❞

The bag is passed to him then, firmly pressed into his hands and held there until it's finally accepted; she can always gather more supplies, but there won't be a way to replace him.

                        You’re getting soft, Fulbright.

❝ I’m…uh. I’m sorry. About earlier. I don’t…I don’t know why I was so mad. Still don’t. And it all just kind of came pouring out. ❞

This has never been her area of expertise; for as long as Olivia has been alive, pretending to be okay — and, whenever possible, not admitting fault — were rules of her well-traveled, shitty road.

Survival has never favored softies.

So what the fuck are you doing then, Liv?

[ohliviaruth]

@painmon gets a plotted starter <3

Guilt has always been a corrosive, rotten thing.

Olivia is no stranger to the feeling; a deep hole twisting within her insides, tearing at each and every piece of humanity left inside — yet the ache she feels upon seeing Peter get dragged away by whoever those fucks are? 

It’s worse than anything.

Even worse than what she’d experienced after her father. 

❝ Pete! ❞ 

To fucking hell with quiet; no matter how many walkers she attracts, the only thing that matters now is getting back to the man she’d just split off with. And really, even that whole fiasco on the roof had been a fucked up mystery — they never fought like that, and no matter what Olivia had tried to do, it was fucking impossible to keep herself calm; impossible to keep her fucking mouth shut, too. 

The knife in her hand gets more than its fair share of use as she tracks the others down — careful they may be, but Olivia’s been at this sort of thing for a while; hunt or be hunted: that’s the damn Fulbright motto.

Of course, she’s still unprepared for the piercing sounds coming from the clearing up ahead. The cover of night doesn’t help with the straggling walkers, and it certainly doesn’t help explain what in the holy fucking fuck is going on. In a way, it reminds her of some of those old horror movies — filled with religious cults and demons, the candles and carvings in the trees enough to freeze even the toughest person’s blood.

What in the hell has Peter gotten himself into? 

And then it happens.

The screaming intensifies, and though Olivia is no squeamish little pussy, there’s something raw and horrible about what’s happening to the man some sort of creature beside Peter is attacking. For a fraction of a second, she’s worried she’s gotten here too late – that he’s been bitten, or he's been murdered by that thing, and oh god, the guilt only worsens — 

— but then it stops. The screaming ends, a body hitting the ground with an earth-shattering thud, and the breath Olivia’s been holding is finally released. And as quickly as that creature seemed to appear, it's gone.

Okay. Time to move.

Her footsteps are careful, though there’s certainly an urgency behind them — it looks as though the other is still breathing, which seems to be a fucking miracle considering all of the other bodies. 

❝ Pete? Pete, you still in there? Ya’ with me? ❞ He looks awful, but Liv can only hope the ugly injuries are mostly superficial — and that they have nothing at all to do with claws or bites. ❝ Peter. ❞ It’s softer than her usual fare, shaking knees hitting the ground while she tries to gently shake the other awake. 

No signs of a bite, no signs of scratches — and he doesn’t seem to have died, either. 

Thank fuck.

❝ Peter, come on. We can’t — we can’t stay here. Isn’t that what you always say? That we gotta’ keep running? Wake up. ❞

Please. I can’t lose you, too.

❝ If you don’t wake up, I’ll totally steal all your food. And your comics. Come on. ❞ Her shaking is a tad more forceful now, though Olivia’s expression betrays her worry; and then, by some fucking miracle, the other stirs.

❝ Fuck. Fuck, thank fuck. Come on, we have to get out of here. The screaming will be bringing in more walkers. ❞ Her hand extends without hesitation, a silent offer to help him up. ❝ Can you walk on your own, or do you need to lean on me? ❞

[classsymemes]

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[mcflymemes]

"I'M NOT SURE I CAN TRUST YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you remember the last time we did this. it didn't go well.

i told myself i'd never trust you again.

you're not very good at keeping promises, are you?

i thought we agreed to work together.

you're the reason i'm in this mess in the first place.

the last time i listened to you, it nearly got me killed.

i guess i don't have a choice.

you're my last hope.

this isn't going to end well.

i stuck out my neck for you once, and look what happened.

you could have told me the truth from the start.

you're a pretty slimy character.

you don't exactly exude trustworthiness.

i can't believe i'm listening to you again.

after everything that happened, i can't look at you the same.

you betrayed me.

how am i supposed to trust you again?

i put everything on the line for you, and you betrayed me.

i'm not taking orders from you.

how do i know you won't stab me in the back?

i promise you, it won't happen again.

you don't have a good track record of keeping promises.

that was bullshit, and you know it.

this time, you can trust me.

they told me what happened last time.

i won't make the same mistakes they did.

keep telling yourself that.

every time i trust you, it comes back to bite me in the ass.

that was the worst lie i've ever heard.

you're a shit liar.

you're not getting anything from me.

i'm not risking my life to save you, that's for sure.

you're talking out of your ass.

i don't believe a word you're saying.

you're full of bullshit.

that was the biggest lie you ever told.

and to think, i trusted you once.

i'm such an idiot for thinking i could trust you.

i'll never look at you the same again.

that was an awful trick.

did you mean to do that?

had i known what you were up to, i never would have agreed to this.

once again, you lied to my face.

they warned me not to trust you.

after all the things i've heard about you, i'm not sure where i stand.

you don't exactly have a very trustworthy face.

you look like a liar to me.

you won't hold up your end of the bargain. you never do.

why did you trick me?

[oathkeptmusings]

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

[ohliviaruth]

@2dayze mixed: "I did meet some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me."

❝ What else did you expect? Going to one of those parties is like asking to be trapped in a house with a bunch of fucking baboons. Actually, no; scratch that, because that's an insult to baboons. ❞ High school gatherings have long since proved themselves to be superficial, the intention of them almost always one of three things: to get drunk, to get high, or to get laid. ❝ What made you decide to go, anyway? I thought you fucking hated those people. ❞ His comment about himself isn't forgotten, either; it's merely shelved for the moment, because if Olivia has learned anything about Two, it's that he prides himself on being a book shut so tight that any incompetent reader will end up cut.

Olivia's many things, but incompetent isn't one of them.

❝ Well, you're here now. And this might sound insane, but I don't actually find your presence insufferable — not at the moment, anyway. ❞ Her shoulder nudges his gently, the plate of pepperoni pizza in her hands passed carefully towards him. Ever since their night of experimenting, Two seems to be hanging around more; and while they'd often spent a great deal of time together before (what with Two being considered her best friend) Liv can't lie — she's grateful for any additional time with him.

Not that she'll admit it.

❝ There's more pizza if you want, stinky. I've already eaten like...four slices. And I got those cheesy breadsticks you like, too. ❞

Sap.

[2dayze]

♤  ⸻ ❛ Exactly, ❜ Isaac replies, picking a fry from the container before nibbling it. After a thoughtful moment, he offers it to her. ❛ No need for fuckin' flash sometimes. The server was very confused by my order, though. Was kinda hilarious. ❜ He takes his cup back, a sip of soda taken before he sets it down beside them. ❛ Like yeah, I'm just enough of a cunt to order the burger without the burger, don't worry about it. ❜

[ohliviaruth]

❝ Well, duh — 'course they were confused. Obviously they'd never heard such a legendary fucking order before. It probably took them a while to soak it all in, y'know? Not everyone's blessed with good fuckin' taste. ❞ As Olivia nibbles on the toasted bun, the upward quirk of her mouth can't be helped — and once Isaac offers a fry? Game over.

A tilt of her head is all that's required to reach the offered golden delight with her mouth, soft lips plucking it straight from his outstretched fingers. ❝ Mmm, ❞ a soft exclamation, accentuated by the tiniest of smirks. ❝...you're my favorite cunt, though. Especially when you feed me. ❞

[2dayze]

♤  ⸻ He hands her the bottom slice without complaint. ❛ I didn't want the meat. I just wanted the bread. I also got a Sprite if you want a sip of that. ❜

[ohliviaruth]

He doesn't have to offer twice, the cup hastily grabbed and sipped from; the liquid is cool and refreshing -- and in truth, it's perfect. Christ, something about McDonald's Sprite just hits different. ❝ You know, ❞ Olivia says after tearing off a piece of the bun, ❝ you did get all the best parts. Bread, fries, sprite? Actual fucking king behavior, stinky. ❞

Of course, she won't be stealing his fries without permission, considering each one is a fried, golden treasure — she may be a little fuck, but she's not a goddamned goblin.

[2dayze]

♤  ⸻ ❛ Ordered myself a Big Mac but with only the buns so— you want a slice of mcbread, bitch? ❜

[ohliviaruth]

❝ Well, yeah. I'm never gonna' turn down free bread, but like...where's the fuckin' meat, babe? ❞

[oathkeptmusings]

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

[marichive]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

[2dayze]

@ohliviaruth saw you: “Can I stay here tonight?”

♤  ⸻ The Dayze house is modest but its occupants make it feel alive. Two doesn't know much about Olivia's home life at the moment, but he does know that her dad skeeves him out. Most parents, even the shitty ones, make an effort to be polite to their kid's friends— even if only to avert suspicion. Samuel hadn't so much as said hello to him. In fact, he'd all but shunted past him to get to his car.

❛ Oh. Uh— ❜ He hesitates a moment, green eyes flitting from the couch in which May sleeps on to his bedroom door. It may be a little tight, but the thought of sending her home now doesn't sit well with him. ❛ ...sure. But you'll have to stay in my room. That's... kinda the only bedroom there is. ❜

[ohliviaruth]

Two's place hadn't been her first choice. 

Over the course of Olivia's life, there've been several instances in which she's chosen to sleep outdoors; while it hadn't exactly been safe in Boston, she'd known the best places to go thanks to growing up there. Hawkins may not be as dangerous, but the size of the town presents its own challenges; it's too small to wander without any attention being drawn to herself — especially with such a diligent fucking Chief of Police — so there hadn't been any other options.

This is how Olivia finds herself with a split lip and a bruised cheek outside of Two's home, her shaking hands balled into fists by her side. It'd taken everything she had to ask for help, but their growing friendship had given her hope.

Most people are afraid of Two; Olivia associates him with fun, laughter, and safety.

(Sap.)

❝ I won't be a fuckin' bother, I swear. I'll be gone before you wake up, and fuck, I can sleep on the floor. ❞ It's doubtful she'll sleep at all thanks to Samuel's rage, but at least he'd passed out before causing too much damage.

Still, she doesn't want to be there tonight — for if he wakes during his drunken stupor, Liv knows everything will be worse.

( That she'll be in trouble for leaving tonight is something she'll handle later. )

          You fuckin' went out without covering those marks? You tryna' start somethin', Liv? Tryna' lock me up again?                  No, dad. 

❝ I uh...I also brought some snacks. Not a lot, but...figured I should make some kind of offering, right? ❞ It's not much — a few bags of chips they like, a couple of snack cakes, and a soda — but it felt wrong to come here empty handed, especially when asking for such a massive favor. Even so, Olivia doesn't enter the house until he shifts to allow her inside; and only then does she let out a breath she hadn't realized was being held, her rapid heartrate slowly returning to normal. 

❝ I'm sorry about this shit. I just...yeah, I dunno, I guess I just didn't feel like being home right now. ❞

( Liar. )

[aestheticbroker]

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❛ why do i need you so damn much ? ❜   ❛ this is just for one night. ❜ ❛ it’s one kiss. what harm can come from one kiss ? ❜ ❛ i think we’re going to have to be secretly in love with each other and that’s that. ❜ ❛ timing is a bitch, huh ? ❜ ❛ everything i’ve done, every change that i’ve made - it’s been for you. ❜ ❛ falling in love with you has made me hate myself. ❜ ❛ you’re in my veins. you’re under my skin. ❜ ❛ just let me go. ❜ ❛ this. us. it will get us killed and you know it. don’t you care ? ❜ ❛ you are my favourite secret. ❜ ❛ tell me that you don’t want this - lie to yourself. ❜ ❛ we crave what we can’t have. ❜ ❛ you’re just an itch i need to scratch. ❜ ❛ i need to get you out of my system. ❜ ❛ i can’t just … unlove you. i wish i could. ❜ ❛ are you ever going to choose me ? ❜ ❛ you are my weakness and my strength. ❜ ❛ shh … be quiet or they’ll hear us. ❜ ❛ i didn’t expect you to show. ❜ ❛ we can run away together. ❜ ❛ this is us that we’re talking about. nothing else matters but us. ❜ ❛ i hope that we meet again in another life. ❜ ❛ none of this makes sense but you - you’re the only thing that makes this world less crazy. ❜ ❛ i don’t care anymore. all i care about is you. ❜ ❛ what would we do if we could have a happily ever after ? ❜ ❛ i know i can’t have you but it kills me to see you happy without me. ❜ ❛ i belong to you. ❜ ❛ we were never going to work. ❜ ❛ we were just playing pretend. ❜ ❛ i’ve tried hating you but every time i expect to find a flaw i just end up loving you even more. ❜ ❛ i know i shouldn’t be here but … i just needed to see you. ❜ ❛ just tell me that you love me. i want to hear you say it - just once. ❜ ❛ i know that they’ll kill me but being without you is a kind of death anyways. ❜

[likesbyp]

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[2dayze]

♤  ⸻ They've been desperate before, but this is different— to the point he barely feels in control of himself as he clutches and strokes, the kisses they share making his head spin.

❛ Yeah, I promise, ❜ he murmurs, a hand sliding between them, shunting fabric aside before sinking into her underwear. Wet flesh greets him, fingers quick to reacquaint themselves with her clit. ❛ I wanna fill you up and then watch you try to walk home. ❜

His hunger reaches a crescendo that surprises even him. He spins her around and takes her legs out from under her like he might an assailant's— though before she hits the ground harshly, his power is there to catch her. Gently is she lowered to the floor, and he wastes no time in dropping to all fours, body long and lean over hers.

❛ Sorry for being so fucking abrupt, but if I wait any longer I'm gonna explode. ❜ And while it's a joke, it sort of doesn't feel like one, desperation so unyielding that it tinges his eyes a stormy jade as he lifts up her skirt and drags her underwear down her legs. ❛ So good, ❜ he praises mindlessly, kisses pressed to her right thigh; scarred flesh stroked with a reverent thumb as his path eventually travels inwards. ❛ So fucking pretty. That's it, spread your legs, show me— good girl. ❜

There's no room for shame between them, especially not when he draws a lascivious wet stripe along her opening and moans— earnestly— at the taste. Well and truly relieved by what she's allowing him to do, a willing slave to her every desire as he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, Two buries his head between her thighs and puts himself to work.

As he pauses for breath, he doesn't go far; two fingers momentarily slid into his mouth and coated wet with spit before he presses them inside of her. They follow the familiar path of her body, committing to the sinful upward curve that makes her see stars. His free hand wraps around her hip, anchoring one of her legs over his shoulder. It allows his digits deeper, her clit even easier for him to abuse with salacious flicks of his tongue.

Eyes flit up to look at her, pupils blown wide with uncontrollable lust. Connection forged, his voice permeates her mind.

It feels so fucking good when you ride my face like this. Go on and use me, princess.

[ohliviaruth]

Desperation has never felt so good. 

Everything is warm and hazy, blue eyes glazed with molten lust as she’s arranged atop the grass. There’s no room for any protest, though Olivia doesn’t want to offer any — all she knows is that she wants him, all of him, or at least whatever he’s willing to give. 

A soft, muted groan is pulled from her as his fingers first slide into her underwear, the arch of her hips against his digit instinctive. 

❝ Explode, huh? ❞ She means to tease, but the words come out through breathless pants, her legs falling open at his filthy request.  All she can think about is him filling her — the sounds he makes when he’s close, the way he pulls her tightly to him, the way he stutters and moans and — 

❝ F-fuck, fuck, Two. ❞

Though there’s been an ache between her thighs for most of the night — thanks in part to how fucking hot he looks — nothing prepares her for the sensation of his mouth taking ownership of her clit. It’s warm, wet, and so good she can’t help the sounds that come out, high pitched and wanton. 

He’s teasing her with his words, but she doesn’t have it in her to care; while he pauses to breathe, Olivia’s own fingers reach down to fist in his hair, gently pulling as his voice pierces through the foggy lust that makes up her mind. 

          Go on and use me, Princess. 

Before Two, no one has ever cared about making her feel good; and to have someone who devotes themselves to making her split open for them? 

It’s intimate in a way she’d never imagined herself experiencing. Or being worthy of.

❝ Ahhh, ahh—. ❞ Stuttered groans fall from her lips as her eyes meet his, Two’s expression singeing her brain. While her leg curls around his shoulder, Olivia’s hips grind into his face — wanting more of his talented fingers and tongue. ❝ Please, please—. ❞ 

It should be embarrassing how good she feels already, but the alcohol paired with the enormity of her desire tonight is ultimately demanding its price. 

( Not to mention her confession, still poised on her tongue and ready to spill again like a mantra. )

❝ God, just like that, baby, just like that—. ❞ Each suck to her clit makes her body twitch, each grind of her hips becoming more and more stuttered. There’s no rhythm, only white hot need that has Olivia’s head falling back as she cries out. 

Fuck, I love you, I love you, so good, Two, you’re so good, fuck, fuck—.

She doesn’t realize it’s been said aloud, so caught up in the stars clouding her vision and the way his tongue and fingers pry tiny, needy spasms from her inner muscles and hips. She wants more. ❝ Please, baby. Now fuck me. You promised. ❞

[2dayze]

♤  ⸻ The walk is peaceful, and while they don't talk much, Two feels content in a way he didn't think possible. Never has he really shared space with someone and not felt some degree of uncomfortable; he doesn't feel compelled to fill silences because he's standoffish, not because he feels awkward, and so feeling this safe in another's company is a largely new experience.

He's only really ever felt it with May, and the way he feels about Olivia is very fucking different.

❛ Holy shit, ❜ Two says as they walk through the trees, enthralled by the way they're swallowed by nature. It takes him back to how he felt in Russia, with the snow piled high and black ice the norm. It's a humbling experience to feel so attuned to the wild around you. ❛ This place is fucking awesome. ❜

Olivia shuffling closer earns his attention, and all at once is he aware of how beautiful she is all over again. The way that dress hugs her frame, coupled with the light cheek lent to her by alcohol, makes him feel well and truly enamoured.

❛ Mm... ❜ Her vigour surprises him, though it doesn't take long for him to catch up; one set of fingers spanning her jaw whilst his other curl around her waist and tug her tight against him. There's always heat when they meet, moan-inducing passion that both of them are too scared to address, but it feels different this time. Especially in light of her confession. ❛ Fuck, Livvy... you know what it does to me when you say my name like that. ❜

And yet, he's not telling her to stop. Quite the opposite, for it doesn't take long for her to wind up sandwiched between his body and one of the rocks. He may not be able to say how he feels, but he can certainly show her. Prove the madness of which she invokes.

❛ You look so fucking good, ❜ he breathes hotly against the shell of her ear, teeth nipping gently as he runs his hands down her waist and over the tantalising curve of her hips. ❛ Do you have any idea how hard it's been to keep my hands off you? ❜ And he hadn't even done a good job of it in the end. His touch may have remained PG, but his hand was almost permanently glued to her in some way. Resting a palm on her shoulder, her waist, the small of her back, concentration put into the paths his eyes drew. His lips drag down her neck, one hand cupping her ass and drawing her hips tight against his. ❛ I wanna hike that pretty fucking skirt up around your waist and make you cum with my mouth. ❜

It's the only way he can dutifully express how interested he is in her. It isn't just her body— it's the intimacy, the naked affection, the pleasure that makes them melt into one another. The fulfilment he feels upon satisfying her.

❛ Will you let me do that? I wanna taste you so bad it's driving me fucking insane. ❜ He pauses for a breath, heart pounding, ears growing hot. It's pathetic how badly he wants her to feel good because of him; how much he wants her to cling and cry; how desperately he wants her to make him useful. ❛ ... please. Fuck, please. ❜

[ohliviaruth]

Before Two, Olivia had never known passion like this. Sure, she’d read about it in stupid books and seen it plastered all over movies, but nothing comes close to touching the real thing. 

❝ Fuck. ❞ It’s moaned against his mouth as filth spills from his lips, Liv’s heated cheeks burning crimson. Now that he’s mentioned what he wants to do to her, it’s all Olivia can think about. ❝ Fuck, yeah. Yeah. ❞ Gentle pulls of his hair turn momentarily harsh, her neck arched while his lips brand her skin. It already feels so good — and he hasn’t even fucking touched her yet.

❝ Two. ❞ Another moan, though this time it’s purposeful — she wants him to know how good he is, wants him to know that she really is his to handle however he likes. At least for tonight.

( As long as he’ll have her. )

❝ Just promise — promise me you’ll fuck me after? ❞ It’s a desperate plea against his mouth, Olivia’s tongue sweeping over his bottom lip while her hips grind into his. The friction isn’t enough, and suddenly even the dress she’s wearing is too fucking hot. Too restrictive in the wake of Two’s own pleading. ❝ I need it, I want you. ❞

His face is pulled back to hers for another kiss, his lip nibbled and sucked until they’re both damn near gasping. And god, all the while, Olivia grinds into his hold — for his hand on her ass and his clothed cock against her front makes her want to scream. 

She hasn’t forgotten his use of her nickname either — the one only he’s allowed to say. The one that makes her melt into him further, mouth open, wet, and wanting as some of her fingers drag down his waistcoat.

❝ Fuck, baby, ❞ it's almost a whine, her desperation tinging the words hot, ❝ I need you. You know I do. ❞