#kvliecollins

[oxsteiner]

won’t feel a thing :

He didn’t know where he was driving to, after leaving the airport, till the moment he parks in front of Kylie’s place. Seeing where he is, Oliver sighs loudly and throws his head back, looking up. Why was he there? He didn’t want to go home, that’s right—and that gave him nowhere else to go. Back in Germany, when he needed moments like this, he would find himself on Niklaus’ place. But he wasn’t in there, Nik was gone, and that whole sadness on his insides was being cause by him.

Steiner rubs his forehead, his hand running through his hair, and opens the door, getting off the car. It was a warm spring night—but he kept wearing his black leather jacket as it was winter. He isn’t feeling hot—actually, was the exactly opposite: feeling cold, like he was sick. He tries to think if he really should bother Kylie with that and stops on her door. He could always go back to his car and drive with no destination; sleep there if he really felt like not going home. But… he guided himself on that door first. Maybe it would be good to have someone to talk.

Hesitating for a few more seconds with his fist half way from the wood, he finally knocks on the door, hoping the girl was home already. It was past 8pm, after all, he was sure her shift at the coffee shop was over by the end of the afternoon.

[oxsteiner]

breakeven :

[ voicemail to : kyles ]

Kylie, I know you’re mad at me but—please, just pick up the phone, I need to talk to you.

It’s Oliver… again. Look, I’m sorry for what happened at the bar. I’m sorry for not giving you the answer you wanted, but I can explain if you let me—it’s not that I don’t care about you… hell, Kylie, I already talked to you about how I feel, why are you doubting that?

Hey… I really just wanted to talk so we can be good again. I didn’t do that to hurt you, or make you hate me—I was mad because… Damn, Kylie, I was jealous. I was jealous because you’ve been spotted with someone else. Not because I don’t trust you or don’t believe that you guys might be friends—it was just simple jealousy, one of those we feel when we want to be the ones with someone we care, doing nice things together, instead of seeing someone doing that in our place.

Ok, Kyles, it’s been four days and I haven’t heard from you. I will just assume you don’t wanna see me anymore. But I do miss you… a lot. And I really hoped you let me tell my side of this. Anyways, I shall leave you alone for a while.

( ; leaves the last voice message and ends the call, holding his phone on his hand and crossing his arms over the table. oliver was in the library, trying to get some of his paperwork done, but failing miserably. he didn’t mean the last message—he knows he won’t be able to leave her alone, not before trying to see her one more time ) – ( ; the only thing holding him back was his pride. it was enough hurt with all those last four days of voicemails, but he knew that wasn’t being enough. he needed to swallow his whole pride for her if he wanted her to give him another shot after explaining himself ) – ( ; checks on his phone again )

( ; just with that thought, he stands up, picking up his books and notebook. he was definitely going back to her workplace if that was the only place she wouldn’t be really able to avoid him ) – ( ; looks at his watch—it wasn’t a busy time, so hopefully, he would be lucky at finding her there )

[oxsteiner]

the words :

( ; he leaves the car, closing the door and activating its alarm before walking down the sidewalk towards the house’s door ) – ( ; has a bouquet in his hand, though he thought that was too much and maybe unacceptable—he isn’t even sure if she likes flowers ) – ( ; hides it on his back as knocks on the door with his free hand, chewing the inside of his cheek nervously )

[wisterialanerp-blog]

can we have a elizabeth henstridge ;u; oh she can be the collins family's younger sister if you wished (killing two birds in one stone!)

Here’s a request and suggestion for fc.

[oxsteiner]

feels like war :

There were many things Oliver regretted in life, but getting drunk the night before was pretty much the new number #1. How could he let himself like that he couldn’t know for sure. Yet, there he was, walking back to his room after spending the night with… Catherina. Do people consider cousins part of the family?, he questions as he tried to make his head stop hurting so much. Well, I don’t, so I didn’t do anything wrong, he continues to think as stopped on his door, looking for his keys inside of his pocket. At the thought of the person who was next door, though, he remembered why that was feeling kind wrong—he had been with Kylie in the first night (nothing really huge, but there were feelings involved), and now he was coming back from his second night, which there were no feelings, but there were lots of… Attraction. His head could only hurt more and his keys were nowhere to be found. “F…uck”, he mutters.

[oxsteiner]

all the 'wrong' moves :

( ; opens the door of the restaurant, looking around the place his cousin had chosen for that situation ) … I am gonna regret this someday ( ; he mutters to himself, looking at the waiter who approaches him. asking for a table, he gets one by the window and takes his leather jacket off, putting it on the chair’s back ) -- ( ; sits down, asking only for a water while he waits, cracking his knuckles in an attempt of making himself more ready for such a situation ) Blind date, Oliver, really, why did you do this to yourself? ( ; thinks, looking outside the window. once getting his glass of water, he takes a few sips, waiting for the girl to arrive. a girl he obviously didn’t know ) -- ( ; runs his hand through his hair and neck, keeping it there as watches the traffic outside )