#echohouse-oliver

[anotherargent-archive]

pretty please (b/c we missed you!)

Put “Pretty Please” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-40 and see what prompt we get! Mixture of angst, silly, romantic, and NSFW prompts.

Result: 10: My muse is stuck in a tree and implores yours to help them down.

"Oliver will you stop laughing, this isn't funny!" She bit her lip as she looked down at the boy who was standing at the bottom of the tree. A minute ago she had been bragging about how high she had gotten, that she was the queen of the forest because she had climbed so high, but then she looked down. Okay, so it was a little funny. "How do I get down from here? Can you help me?" She pouted, her leg moving slowly downward to try and feel for a landing, but retreating when no branches met her. She was sure there had been one there a second ago."Alright, just.. where your foot was then.. just lower it a little more. Honestly there's one there just keep lowering yourself down." She could tell that he was trying to hide the laughter from his voice and not succeeding, and she glared down at him as she took his advice, letting her leg fall lower and breathing a little better once she had a footing. "Just trust me, Meg, I'll get you down."

[theredneckqueen-archive]

Locked Down Doppelgänger

Dante had many problems as soon as she got to Beacon Hills, people calling her a doppelganger which was something she did not understand. She had done what she was asked, and she was put into Eichen house. Only Chris Argent could pull her out of the mental ward, this made her nervous and revert back to her feral like side. "I Ain't insane... I ain't no Dop what ever tha' word 's."

[anotherargent-archive]

“Zip Me"

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

They lay there in complete silence as they stare at the ceiling, smiles radiating from each of their faces, their whole being humming with post-coital satisfaction. It had been his idea for her to spend the night, and she couldn't say that she had been disappointed by the outcome of the following morning, no matter how unexpected it was.

"Well that was certainly and interesting turn of events." She grinned, turning to face him, her head resting on his soft pillows and her fingers moving slowly up and down his arm. 

"You can say that again." He mirrored her smile and she bit her lip, a giggle slipping from them before she could catch it. This was so unlike her, she was usually so guarded when it came to anything like this because of how hard it was for her to trust people, but something about Oliver calmed her completely. Whether it was his erratic personality or his caring attitude, she felt comfortable laying here with him after such a heated encounter. 

"I've got to the lab." She whispered softly, knowing that the people she was working with wouldn't appreciate her coming in late for the second time that week. 

He pouted and sighed deliberately over dramatically, "Okayyyy.." He smiled, kissing her gently before she sat up and he reached over the bed to grab her clothes. 

"Here," he whispered, "Let me help you." He kissed gently along her shoulder as he did up her bra, kissing along her neck and moving to sit next to her. He slipped off the bed and knelt between her legs, her lip catching in her teeth as her body ached for him to taste her again, but his lips never came. He grabbed her panties and slid them along her legs until she stood and pulled them up. 

"Come over later?" He whispered against her lips, and she nodded softly before closing the space between them.

[anotherargent-archive]

closet

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! DON’T READ BELOW THE CUT!! My muse has drawn your number! Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

Result: 1 - Kiss

"This is so stupid," Megan shook her head as the two of them were forced into the closet by their friends 7 minutes in heaven was a game that she hadn't played since she was in highschool, and the suggestion to play it seemed juvenile. She was lucky that the bottle had landed her with Oliver, the two of them were friends and she knew that regardless of what everyone else wanted, he would never force her into doing anything she didn't want.

"I don't know, it's kinda fun." Oliver joked and Megan shook her head, a smile washing over her face as she turned to close the closet door, trying not to laugh at the image of their friends pressing their ear against the door to get a good listen. She was about to suggest that the two of them deliberately make lots of noise, fake orgasms to give their friends a fright, when she turned around to find him closer than she had anticipated.

"Ollie, what--" She started, but she was cut off when his lips pressed to hers, and she gave in to temptation. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their kiss continued, and smiled softly as they both pulled away, looking up at him.

"Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" He offered, a playful smile on his face. 

[anotherargent-archive]

♣

Send me “♣” and I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-50 to see what our muses pick to do together from the bucket list!

Result: 42 - Host a masquerade ball.

"This is either going to go really really well, or really badly." She the girl grinned as she looked across the table at her friend. "I'm hoping well though, I think this town needs a good party."

[stilesthesidekick]

Stiles had thought he would only be in the mental hospital for three days. But the three days had soon turned into a week. He couldn't leave until he was sure that Scott and the others would be safe, that he wouldn't hurt them. He also didn't know that there were some pretty attractive people in this place. He was a teenage boy. He had needs. There weren't many opportunities in this place to take care of those needs. So when he got the room to himself while Oliver was talking to his therapist, he took advantage of that. He slid under the blankets and took his pants off. As soon as he started touching himself he had to bite his lip to keep quiet. "Oh my god..." he muttered. He knew he'd have to be fast before anyone would catch him. And then...something else unexpected happened. Oliver walked in, apparently back from his therapy appointment early.

[brinkofssendam-stilinski]

+echohouse-oliver

"No." He shook his head "No! No no no no" Stiles scrambled backwards until his back was pressed against the wall. "Get away from me Oliver"