#x.oli

[thequeensxgambit]

muse: oli mitchell, twenty-six, electrician (courtney eaton) open to f/nb 25+ connections: best friends, exes on good terms, roommates, early stage dating, casual fling, anything along those lines <3

oli fought back a grin as she finally stood up and turned to face the other, tossing the pliers back into her tool bag. "you know..." she mumbled, losing some of the confidence that had felt so strong only moments ago. "you could just ask me to hang out instead of intentionally breaking your shit and making me come fix it."

[thequeensxgambit]

open to: f/nb based on: our muses used to date but their relationship ended because oli wasn’t sure what she wanted. now they’re at a party a year or so later and your muse is there with someone new but they’ve locked eyes with oli in the crowd and... wow, guess we’re talking.

oli felt like she hadn’t been to a party in forever. since she’d packed up her bags, climbed in her van and set off to see more of the world, it had been a bit of a rollercoaster but it had at least quenched some of her thirst for adventure. her desire to be more than the small person she’d felt like a year or so ago. smiling at her old friends across the room, she lifted her glass to her lips. “balls.” she grumbled, looking into the empty cup. as she turned, something - well someone - caught her eye and her breath suddenly caught in her chest. how long had it been? wait, were they coming over? “well shit...hi...cheers bro...” she blurted before clenching her eyes shut. fuck sake. “sorry...”