Some God Retrieval Agency stuff because I'm thinking about them again
So the gods are referred to using it/its because humans saw them as less despite being just as(if not more) intelligent
After Catherine and Oliver actually start to get to know Oblivion, they start to refer to it using they/them. Oblivion ends up not liking it and wondering why they switched pronouns when they previous ones were fine to it
The gods don't really have a concept of gender, so Oblivion liked what it was given
And this makes both Catherine and Oliver have to reevaluate some things
Hi :) Could you write an Oli Sykes imagine for me? Like (Y/N) and Oli have a huge fight about her talking to a male friend but then they make up and watch movies? Thanks a lot! :)
I hope you like it, I just kinda added the shower (no smut) bit in because I was having Oli feels when I wrote this today cx
"See you later." I smiled at my friend, Mike Fuentes, as he drove off. We had just spent a day together pointlessly shopping as we needed to catch up.
Pulling my hood up, I attempt to shelter from the rain. I quickly race down the drive to mine and my boyfriend, Oli’s, house. Immediately, I ram my key in the lock to open the door before rushing inside.
Slamming the rain and wind out beside me, I shiver as I close the door. The skies were incredibly dull and splattered with rain clouds. It’s pretty much rained heavily all day. I’m drenched head to toe; Mike insisted we visited every shop imaginable, whether it was outside or not.
"You’re home." Oli remarks, peeling round our living room door.
"Yes I am, and I’m wet." I mumble, trying to kick off my soaked through shoes.
"Who was that giving you a lift home?" He frowns at me.
"Oh, it was just Mike." I answer, ambling out of my coat.
"What you been doing?" Oli asks me.
"Shopping." I raise the bags from the floor and smile. I wasn’t usually a big shopper, but for once I enjoyed it as it was with Mike.
“You sure that’s what you were doing?” He tilts his head, looking more intrigued than he should.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but the shopping bags are good evidence.” I chuckle to myself, beginning to make way for the stairs and new clothes.
“But, you hate shopping.” Oli follows me.
“I only got a few things.” I turn around on the stairs, seeing that he is coming upstairs too. “What’s it to you anyway? You never take interest in what I’m doing.” I raise an eyebrow to myself then walk into our bedroom.
"Well, I’m taking some now." Oli says as he wanders into the bedroom after me.
"A little privacy, Oliver, if you please." I roll my eyes at him.
"I, I’m just curious, that’s all." He shrugs.
"About me getting undressed?" I stare at him in confusion. Something’s up with him and I don’t know what.
"No - about what you were doing today. Are you sure you were just shopping with Mike?" He leans against the doorframe.
"Yes, Oli. I am sure." I mutter, beginning to lose my temperament.
"Sure that nothing else happened? Whatsoever?" He continues to persist an answer.
"And what are you trying to imply?" I scowl at him.
For some reason, it’s the end of calamity for both of us. “You know, Y/N. Don’t fucking lie to me.” He grumpily storms into the bedroom.
“Oli, what the hell are you talking about?” I wail my arms around. He’s lost me.
“You and that drummer. You’re fucking him. It’s obvious.” He spits.
“Mike? Me and Mike? Are you fucking serious?” I glare at him. Nodding his head, Oli gives me some downgrading look. “Oh Oliver fucking Sykes.” I sigh, clenching my jaw. “Are you fucking stupid?” I say.
“Well you haven’t fucking denied it, have you? It’s nice to know I’m dating a cheat.” He growls.
“You know, maybe if you had some common sense and asked rather than assumed and accused away, I would’ve fucking answered.” I hiss.
“So you are?” Oli responds, looking dumbfounded.
“No, you fucking twat!” I say obliviously.
“Seriously?” He takes a couple of steps towards me, eyes widening.
“Oli, do I look like I would fucking cheat on you?” I say. In honesty, it hurts me that he would assume that. But on some reasons, I understand; his previous girlfriend cheated on him a lot.
Innocently, he looks down at me as he gets close enough to me. “You’re not cheating?” He asks, looking hopeful. “
Of course not, you twat.” I hiss, mildly annoyed with him still.
Longingly, he looks at me before crashing our lips together. His hands cup my face delicately, sending me into remarkable desire. His lips were perfection, a. and he certainly knew what to do with them. Neatly, our heads move in sweet motion as our lips bind benevolently.
Leaving my lips, he presses his forehead to mine. “Forgive me? I am so sorry, I, I, it’s just with Hannah, I-” Oli begins to ramble apologetically, but my press my index finger to his lips.
“It’s fine.” I smile lovingly, I couldn’t not forgive him. After all, everybody has false assumptions, I can’t blame him.
"How about we get you changed into something warm, take a shower then watch some movies?" Oli smirks, tilting his head with a smirk.
"Certainly." I nod my head, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Together, we walk into our bathroom. Leaning inside the shower, I switch on the hot tap and leave it running whilst I turn around to face Oli, who’s already in his boxers. Admiringly, I stare at his decoratively patterned chest.
“Hey, don’t stare.” He winks, smiling as he approaches me. Reuniting our lips, I allow his hands to undress me.
"Ready?" He asks, nodding his head to the shower.
With a smile, I tip toe in, waiting for him to follow. I’m greeted with a hot downpour of water, heating my body up directly. Oli steps in behind me, his hands running free on my body.
Gently, he caresses my body, his hand not leaving an inch of me untouched. I sink into a pleasurable silence with him. I turn my head over my left shower to look up at him. Locking eye contact, he bites his bottom lip, a smirk playing on his face. Bending his neck down ever-so-slightly, he brushes his lips with mine. His hands continue to feel up over me and I begin to adore the softness of his touch. Attaching his lips to my neck, he carefully makes a trail with his lips. He doesn’t gnaw roughly, but sweetly lays kisses.
"Are you clean yet?" He hums against my neck.
"Mhm." I nod. Swirling me around, he presses my body tightly to his.
"My turn." He smirks, using his hands do swipe away his wet hair.
Grinning, my lips reach for his. My hands twine in his hair, running through the thick locks. My hands interlock behind his neck, making it easier for me to kiss him. Lightly, my body grinds against his, creating a heated tension between us. I feel him smile against my lips. Venturing, my hands scavenge Oliver’s body, locating every tattoo. My right hand then clutches onto his chest, whilst the other loops around his neck again.
Opening our eyes, we stare at each other in desire. I breathe heavily onto his chest, watching the steam rise from his body.
“Wanna watch some movies now?” He smirks, his finger tracing my cheek.
