#olympb

[steviedupree-a]

“hello, stranger,” stevie greeted in a cheerful tone as she entered olympe’s apartment, the overall emptiness of it hitting her like a ton of bricks. she had been there many times already, but it was always the same. maybe next time she stopped by she’d bring some flowers to both liven up the place, and to remind her aunt that there were more colors in the rainbow than the ones she accounted for. she lifted her arms to proudly show off a plastic bag, her empty hand did the jazz hands move for emphasis. “i got us some dinner from that place you like. i think i remembered your usual order, but promise you won’t hate me if i didn’t.”

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[hvandenbrg]

this whole situation was new to harry. he was forced to look at life differently, for he was usually the one who got into shit — it was him who had to deal with the consequences of his actions and choices; he was usually the only one affected. he had never really stopped to think about how it was, being on the opposite end of it: when you’re actually affected by someone else’s problems. not in any way that mattered, of course; more in the way that his heart broke everytime he said something that didn’t sit well with olympe. he only wanted to help, which was why he was driving her to her doctor’s appointment that morning. not an issue whatsoever, he had told her. how could he not? she was so dear to him. getting there early, he found them a spot close enough to the entrance without having to pull into a disabled spot. “would you like me to come in with you?” he asked, turning to face her with a small smile on his features. 

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[hvandenbrg]

&♀@ % (for Olympe!)

@olympb

— & 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

harry: hey Oly, I’m checking in! I know you’re a busy lady, but I wanted to see how you’re doing. how’s the pain been behaving? and how have YOU been behaving? I hope that you’re being kinder to yourself, wholeheartedly so

— ♀ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

harry: you know I’m here for you, right?

harry: you’re one of my closest friends. One of my favourite people in the world, Olympe

harry: i don’t know what else i could possibly say or do to assure you that I’m not going anywhere, my help is not going anywhere, even if you don’t want it. I just wish you did

harry: because you don’t deserve the pain you’re letting her and yourself go through. you deserve so much peace and happiness and i wish i could do something for you to see it, too

— @ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

harry: holy fuck oLy i just realised the baby’s born in less than 10 weeks. When you say 10 weeks it sounds like it’s longer but that’s fuckin 2 months

harry: i don’t know WHY but i am so scared i’m going to fuck it up. theo was ok, but how do i handle him and a new kid? plus the other two?

harry: i might not be good enough for this

— % 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

harry: be honest. would you have asked for help if i (or anyone else who loves and cares for you) hadn’t?

[lucyvelasco]

“morning, morning,” lucy greeted as she walked into her boss’ office — still in a respectful kind of way, but a bit less formal than her very first day at the new job. “i have a meeting at one thirty with a witness, and i almost had to fight the other deputy for it — it was so weird. i only managed to convince him because the witness speaks spanish, and he doesn’t. do you come across sh— things like that often?” she sighed before sitting on the opposite side of olympe’s desk. “ but anyway — how is your leg doing? would you want to get some coffee with me?” | @olympb​