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elliecamper:

“All part of the business, Ollie.” Ellie mumbled, understanding his frustration entirely. It was almost comical to her the way people begged and crawled and fought to get into the position they were in when they really had no idea the lack of freedom that came with it. Ellie’s hazel eyes watched Oliver’s every move, trying to gage what was going on his head, or at least the parts he wasn’t sharing with her. The image of him struggling was eating at her but she wouldn’t let on. “I’m doing my best to get better at it.” She promised quietly with a slight nod, watching him as he toyed with his glasses. “My friend.” She repeated without even meaning to, the vibe between them feeling cold. Ellie laughed slightly, under her breath. “It’s how I feel, at least.”

“Yeah.” He let out softly as he shook his head. All of his freedom and privacy had been invaded and he had to deal with that after all. Came with the job. He tried super hard to make sure most of his shit stayed between himself and the person. Granted why no one found out Ellie was the chick. “On drugs or off?” He let out and shrugged a little bit before he let out a small laugh. He looked at her as he nodded and cleared his throat. “Watch yourself, please.”

#ellie

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#have you ever seen something so precious (◕‿◕✿)

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rosclied:

He was being rough and he knew that's how she liked it. Pent up anger from a year and her being angry as him for many more reason as he was as well. His index finger lightly focused on her clit as he groaned softly. "Fuck, already so wet for me." He purred lightly. His other hand went up and connect to the base of he throat as he held it there and grunted a little bit. "How do you want it?"

#rosalie #nsfw tw #this doesnt make sense im half asleep dsjfsb

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rosclied:

he noticed them, the stretch marks, but didn't say anything about it. he also noticed the little ramona tattoo she had on her body which made him chuckle a little bit as he hand went straight for her bottom half as he grunted. he wasn't in the mood for foreplay, but he had to at least do some. his hand spread her legs a little bit more as he ran his index fingers up her folds and moaned a little bit as he connected their lips again.

#rosalie #nsfw tw

rosclied:

"shut the fuck up." he let out against her neck as he left his mark on her, knowing it would come back to bite them both in the ass later. he was leaning up to rid his shirt from his body, throwing it on the floor as he took off her shirt as well and as well as riding everything else on her body. they had been here before, but it felt different now. he was more angry than actually wanting and it showed in his lips and the way his hand moved down her body as he grunted.

#rosalie

elliecamper:

“Fuck Bob.” Ellie grumbled, shaking her head at their manager who had no idea what to make of the situation she was sure. She’d heard from him, too, after the twitterverse imploded on itself. What a mess. She didn’t even care about the repercussions. She was sure if Bob had any real say at this point he’d kick her out of the band but, ever since they’d started making real money for the label he had less power over them in that regard. With her hand still stopping his leg, her eyes were on him and the way his landed on her properly for the first time all night. They were glassy and bloodshot and she wished none of this had ever happened. That alone might’ve been the worst part. The way his hand travelled down her bare arm to her fingers before he was pulling away again made her stomach sink. Maybe this had affected them in ways she had yet to understand. Her hand left his leg again as she sat up a little bit straighter, clearing her throat and shaking her head. “All of those things… they are part of what make you you. There’s nothing wrong with you, Oliver. I promise. I don’t see a single thing and neither does anyone else who matters.” She promised quietly. “We’re all fuck ups in our own way, Ollie. But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. You’re- you’re perfect…ly you.”

“I love how he thinks he owns us. He just manages, I can do what the fuck I want.” He let out and then scoffed a little bit as he shook his head a little bit. His eyes looked at her and he was looking away for a spilt-second and he let out a small laugh as he rubbed his eye a little bit and was reaching for his glasses to hide his face a little bit. He ran his hand through his hair as he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. He listened to her words and then let out another small chuckle as he turned to her. “’What sweet words from someone who doesn’t know how to comfort people.” He mused a little bit as pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and then shook his head. “Perfectly me is even stretching it, my friend.” He shrugged.

#ellie

elliecamper:

She didn’t answer his because she didn’t need to. Sober Oliver knew how she felt about him belittling himself. His leg bounced and she wanted to stop it but she didn’t just yet, letting him work out some of that anxious energy. “Not tonight.” She said firmly, quietly, about his habit of driving drunk. She didn’t condone it even if she had been guilty of it as well. The difference was, she didn’t care what happened to her. Ellie’s lips curled into her mouth as Oliver spoke more about his child- his daughter. He had a daughter. Her eyes blinked and she was nodding. “I’m sure she’s beautiful-” His question stopped her, confused her. A crease formed between her brows as she reached out to finally stop his bouncing leg. “There is nothing wrong with you, Oliver.”

He was using the leg bouncing to ease about anxious feelings he was having and he was having a lot at the moment as he huffed and looked at his buzzing phone as he sent it to voicemail. “Bob wants to talk to me. More like yell at me.” He let out and laughed a little bit as he tossed his phone in the bag he had below his feet. She was saying these things, but he probably wouldn’t even know how beautiful and how great his daughter might come out to be in her life and that right there messed him up as well. Her words made him look at her as she stopped his leg and his hand was leaving his hand to move down her arm and look at her fingers and then huff. He shook his head and let out a laugh. “No, there has to be something. I’m reckless. I talk way too much. I drink too much. I love drugs. I would have been such a horrible father. There are a lot of things wrong with me, Ellie.”

#ellie

rosclied:

rosalie had just fixed things with scarlett, had met her daughter- yet here she was, about to fuck her ex. wanting to fuck her ex. this was so fucked up, they were so fucked up. and, that, she guessed, was why this was happening. as he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her body against his as he walked them toward the bedroom, one hand moving from his hair to hold onto his shoulders

#rosalie #cant you BELIVE

elliecamper:

“Stop that.” Ellie hushed, never one to let Oliver degrade himself no matter the situation. For ten years she’d been, some sort of, rock for him or at least she’d tried to be and now wasn’t going to be different. Now matter how twisted her insides felt about the entire situation. It was ironic, the way she was comforting him about his and his ex-fiancées child. It was so polar opposite of her instincts. “I mean,” She shrugged and then took both hands off of him when he did the same gesture. “I can go if you want but, you’re not driving anywhere.” She reminded him gently, hands back in her lap. It was when he said the name, giving the child a name, that everything started to feel just a little bit more real. “S’pretty name.” She mumbled, a faux, tight smile on her lips even if he was drunk. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel.

“Stop what?” He let out softly as he glanced at her and then looked in front of him and then at his feet as his leg bounced a little bit and leaned his head back as he looked at her. “I’ve driven drunk before, you know. It’s not that far.” He countered her a little bit and then shrugged as he ran his tongue over his teeth behind his lips. “Very pretty. She was adopted by two lesbians. Open adoption, but I doubt I’d be allowed to see her, so it’s fine.” He said and then moved his hand on the leg that was bouncing still as he cleared his throat. “Is there something wrong with me?”

#ellie

rosclied:

rosalie knew she shouldn’t have done it. this wasn’t good. not for either of them. but this was textbook for them, it was how all of their other fights resolved. sex. the tension was high, the emotions were high. and now here they were, repeating history. doing what they did best together. she nodded as oliver spoke, “i know. a really, really bad idea.” rosalie murmured. she weaved her fingers through his hair as he backed her against the wall, yanking at it as his lips went back to hers and closing her eyes. god, it had been so long since they’d done this. though, she had never forgotten how this felt. how could she?

it was a good thing jude wasn’t home because he knew if the man walked in on that, there wouldn’t be a word in oliver’s mind to explain what was happening. it was dumb and especially after the conversation he had with ellie. a conversation he wanted to stay true because he wanted it to at least work. that’s what through his mind. ellie. but also his emotions for what was happening was high too as he leaned up and picked her up off the ground. she was shorter than him and he was walking his way, using his hand to guide him as he kept his lips against hers as he walked to the bedroom.

#rosalie #this isnt englishhh

rosclied:

rosalie knew she shouldn’t have done it. this wasn’t good. not for either of them. but this was textbook for them, it was how all of their other fights resolved. sex. the tension was high, the emotions were high. and now here they were, repeating history. doing what they did best together. she nodded as oliver spoke, “i know. a really, really bad idea.” rosalie murmured. she weaved her fingers through his hair as he backed her against the wall, yanking at it as his lips went back to hers and closing her eyes. god, it had been so long since they’d done this. though, she had never forgotten how this felt. how could she?

it was a good thing jude wasn’t home because he knew if the man walked in on that, there wouldn’t be a word in oliver’s mind to explain what was happening. it was dumb and especially after the conversation he had with ellie. a conversation he wanted to stay true because he wanted it to at least work. that’s what through his mind. ellie. but also his emotions for what was happening was high too as he leaned up and picked her up off the ground. she was shorter than him and he was walking his way, using his hand to guide him as he kept his lips against hers as he walked to the bedroom.

#rosalie #thisss isnt english

elliecamper:

“About that, yeah.” She mumbled, hearing him sniffle and immediately moving to the spot next to him when he silently asked. Her hand continued in his hair, eyes never leaving his face, as though that was the only way she could think of to soothe him now. Ellie didn’t know what she was doing, she didn’t spend a lot of time comforting people other than herself. But she was trying, and that said a lot about her and how she felt about him. She was trying not to think about it. “It’s okay, Ollie.” She promised, other hand shifting to rub his back.

“Sorry for dragging you into my sorry ass life.” He let out softly as she kept her hand in his hair and then he was glancing at her as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip for a second before clearing his throat. Her hand rubbing his back and then shrugged. “You don’t have to sit here, you know. I know you’re not really comfortable dealing with feelings and frankly, I’m not either.” He said as he sat there with his head in his hands. “Her name is Ramona.”

#ellie

elliecamper:

She didn’t protest as he laced their fingers together, only squeezing his hand back three times like her mother always used to do for her- before Ellie reached puberty and somehow her mother lost all maternal instinct. She nodded as he spoke, listening rather than really participating. What could she say? There was no way to fix this. Only time could do that. He released her hand and she was quick to pull both of hers back into her lap as to not overstep any boundaries between them, if there were any. But she just couldn’t help herself as he rubbed his head, her hand gingerly rising to push through his hair and rub his scalp. “You’re probably right.” She murmured, a soft chuckle on her lips at the weight of his words. “But it’s far too late for the warning labels, Oliver Addams.”

Nothing else could be said anymore and he wanted to actually cry about it. Could he? He didn’t want to look like an idiot, but he couldn’t help the way he rubbed his face a little bit as he reached over his glasses, sniffling a little bit. It wasn’t about the things people said about him. He couldn’t care less. It was something more in him that happened not even a few years ago when he had a face to face interaction with the man he blames for all this in this very room. “About almost ten years too late, huh?” He let out and laughed a little bit as he leaned his head into her hand and he was patting the spot next to him to see if she wanted to sit next to him. He wanted her to.

#ellie #sideburns

rosclied:

“i don’t even really know madeline, so, don’t blame me for that! she’s too concerned about sage for no reason. simon is my friend and was just trying to support me- but, fine, i’ll tell him to chill because, despite what you may think, i don’t think you’re a terrible person.” rosalie breathed, following him, “fuck you! don’t act as if you don’t feel the same towards me- you wouldn’t have let me in if you didn’t feel anything for me still. you still love my ‘uptight’ ass, so don’t pretend. you want me to leave? do you really?” she paused for a second, her eyes flicking over his face. this was a bad idea. this was so, so bad. but she was going to do it anyway, “you know you don’t want me to leave.” she closed the space between them and grabbed his shirt, pressing her lips to his roughly

“well too late because everyone thinks i’m a piece of shit now besides vinyl’s fanbase,” he said and then ran his hand through his hair, pulling on it a little bit. she followed him and he was stopping as he looked at her and let out a small breath. her yelling, nagging voice annoying the shit out of him, but before he would open his mouth to say something else she was placing a step closer to him and he was cocking his right eyebrow up as she stood there barely apart from him. whatever he thought she was going to do was going to be a very bad idea. before he could walk away her lips were crashing into his and he was taken by a surprise as he pulled away and held her chin with his hand as he looked at her and furrowed his eyebrows. “that’s a bad idea.” he let out softly, but then he was walking her back against the nearest wall and crashing his lips back into the shorter girl’s.

#rosalie #dskfds

elliecamper:

Her hands stayed still on his knees as his own covered hers, picking at her nail polish. She knew he couldn’t help the voice, the one that caused him to panic at award shows sometimes or when fans after concerts became a little too overzealous. She’d watched it happen for years, she knew it well. Too well. A frown tugged on Ellie’s features at the thought of Oliver’s mom being excited for a child he didn’t even know. “Fuck,” She exhaled, shaking her head and turning one hand over beneath his to squeeze his fingers gently. “No amount of apologies, especially from me, is going to make this better, I know.” She confessed quietly, eyes flicking over his features. “But I’m here and I’m sorry. I don’t know how adoption works, the terms and all that. Maybe, one day, she’ll find you.”

He cleared his throat a little bit and then shook his head again as he rubbed his face and then leaned his head back as he shut his eyes a little bit. His eyes opened as he looked at their hands and he was lacing their fingers as he squeezed softly and let out a soft sigh. “I’d take any good words right now at this point,” He said and shrugged. “I doubt that. No one is going to believe that their father is in a band.” He let out softly and then shook his head a little bit. His hand left her hand as he leaned over and rubbed his temples a little bit, a pounding headache coming into his mind as he cleared his throat. “You shouldn’t he mixing yourself up with me, Ellie Camper.”

#ellie

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