josephjtoye:
you could be sad about your otp but consider:
- one making awful breakfast for the other and the other eating it because they appreciate it that much
- one putting their ridiculous music on in the car and singing along while the other sits in the passenger seat with their head in their hands
- the two of them going down to the beach and one getting sunburned really badly so the other slathers them with aloe gel when they get home
- one getting home from work later than the other and stretching out on top of them like a big lazy cat while they sit on the couch in front of the tv
- one inexplicably bringing home an animal and refusing to drop it at the shelter so they and the other have to take care of it
- the both of them going out to a park and getting ice cream to sit with and eat on a bench
- one sending memes to the other while they’re at work so much they turn their phone off in exasperation
- one giving the other their jacket and not getting it back from the other until it stops smelling like them
oliver had a bad day at work and all he wants is to go home and cuddle with connor
he doesn’t really want to talk about it
but of course connor wants to talk about it
and connor just pouts mockingly at him from the bed, looking far too sexy with one hand thrown behind his head and the other tracing absentmindedly over his stomach (and there go oliver’s plans to “only cuddle”)
and connor’s pout turns into a smirk “baby… you had a bad day didn’t you”
“shut up, connor.”
“we’re boyfriends now we need to talk about these things” connor keeps smirking, his hand suddenly trailing beneath the band of his briefs as oliver huffs and unfastens his tie
“I just wanna go to bed.” he sighs.
“but, oliver…” connor whines, smirk growing ever more devious, “ollie, baby– mmph!”
oliver throws a pillow at him.
“don’t call me that,” he turns away so connor can’t see him struggling to keep a straight face.
“ollie, you love when i call you that”
“I will punch you if you use that nickname again.” oliver unbuttons his shirt, face starting to hurt as he tries desperately not to start smiling.
“like, punch me in a kinky way?”
“what? what does that even mean?” oliver shrugs his shirt off. “you know what, I changed my mind. i’m getting you that sex addict book.”
“come kiss me instead.” connor says, and oliver’s eyes widen at the sudden sweetness in his voice. “i can hear your smile in your voice, oliver. turn around.”
he turns, allowing the smile he’d been keeping at bay to grow on his face.
“see?” connor grins. “it worked. I cheered you up.”
“shut up.” oliver walks over to the bed.
“no.” connor is still grinning. “i was a good boyfriend. i did boyfriendly duties. i deserve a kiss. or a blowjob.”
“hmmm…” oliver straddles connor on the bed, breath huffing out over his boyfriend’s still smirking lips. “absolutely not.”
instead of reaching up and grabbing, like oliver thought he’d do, connor whines.
“did you just whine?” oliver pulls back, hands braced on either side of connor’s head.
“please kiss me.”
“is it my ‘boyfriendly duty?’”
“yes.”
“fine.” oliver leans down and presses his lips to connor’s.
his lips are soft and connor sighs happily into his mouth as he brings his hands up to tangle in oliver’s hair.
oliver feels like he might be a little bit in love.
Anonymous asked:
can you recommend any good connor/oliver fics??
bleep0bleep:
- Wear Your Skin Like Iron by dewinter (T, 2k) ”Don’t be a bitch. I could get arrested for this.” In the end, that’s exactly what happens.
- honey and lemon by milominderbinder (Not Rated, 1k) Connor’s not sick, okay? Just because he has a temperature and a blocked nose and a sore throat and everyone keeps telling him he’s sick - that doesn’t mean he is. And he certainly doesn’t need looking after.
- Tell Them This Love Hasn’t Changed Me by conwalshs [part one][part two] Connor’s first dream about his soulmate didn’t feel at all conventional, though there wasn’t much logic to be found in a theory that suggested soulmates existed, anyway. At least in Connor’s eyes, there wasn’t.
- Six Little Words by LuminescentLily (G, 1k) Connor tried to tell himself that it didn’t hurt, but that was a lie. The truth was, those six little words cut him deeper than any murder weapon he’d seen in their cases with Professor Keating. ”We went to boarding school together.”
- Potentially Imaginary Pizza by notthecosmos (Not Rated, 1k) Oliver dropped his head into his hands. Not again. He had absolutely no energy left to waste on selfish assholes tonight. He begrudgingly marched to his door and whipped it open to expressively tell this selfish asshole exactly how he felt, at least that’s what he wanted to do. But one look at Connor had him messing up his words into something far less angry. And really, fuck him, because no, no one can possibly look like that all the time. It’s just not fair.
- Honey Trap by matchsticks (T, 2k) For all his talk about not being a doormat, it was in Oliver’s nature to be pliant. Amenable. Helpful. All Connor had to do was mention that the information they needed could possibly exonerate an innocent person, and Oliver was all for the plan. His only concern was that he didn’t know how to seduce anyone. Connor reassured him that he only needed to be himself. (Written to fulfill this prompt from someone who wishes to remain anonymous: “Connor uses Oliver to seduce someone for him, and then regrets it when the mark gets a little rough with his not-boyfriend.”)
- It’s Called Dating by grimcognito (M, 8k) In an AU where things don’t go to hell with actual murder, and they all get happy lives, here are some drabbles and timestamps of Connor and the cute IT guy, Oliver.
- Hot Showers And Forgiveness (With A Side of Murder) by samlikesbuttsex (M, 1k) It’s six in the morning and the last person he expected to see was standing on the other side of the door.
- untitled by buckysawsteve (Not Rated) Connor had always been confident, suave, cocky. But with Oliver, he was quickly finding it difficult to be any of those things. It was a façade, really and one that Oliver was definitely seeing through and as a result, was stripping him bear of his defenses.
- Amateur Hour by grimcognito (T, 1k) After the events in episode 04, Connor goes to Oliver in a panicked desperation. He’s not expecting Oliver’s reaction.
Anonymous asked:
Will you write a fix it fic for that episode where Oliver forgives Connor
monicashipscoliver:
Connor has no idea how to fix this. He just knows that he has to.
It’s never been like this before. He’s never felt this.
A dark pain pulsing just under his ribcage. He can’t breathe.
Oliver’s the best thing he’s had in a really, really long time, and he blew it. They weren’t boyfriends. It shouldn’t be a big deal.
But, Jesus, Oliver was crying.
“Oliver, please,” he says into the phone, his fourth message on Oliver’s voicemail. “I fucked up. I did, but I didn’t know. I’m not, I never…”
He doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say. He didn’t know this would hurt Oliver? That’s bullshit. He knew. That’s why he hesitated in the first place. But still, he went through with it.
Anything to get what he needed. No, what he wanted. And at any cost.
He’s paying for it now.
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monicashipscoliver:
Wanting to be more attractive for his smoking hot sort of boyfriend, Oliver goes out and buys fancy new glasses. He doesn’t really like them himself. His older, rounder ones are more his style, but thin narrow frames are in right now, the saleswoman assures him. And when he looks in the mirror, he doesn’t look bad. Just… different.
His co-workers all applaud the change, but Oliver still feels uncertain. He can’t help but think he’s trying to be someone he’s not.
Later, he opens his apartment door to Connor, whose smile drops the second he looks at him. “What happened to your glasses?”
“I got new ones.”
“Why?”
“These look better with my bone structure,” Oliver says, parroting the words of the saleswoman.
Connor frowns harder. “I thought you liked those round ones.”
“I do - did.”
Connor, brows drawn together, glances at him, but then shrugs and looks away.
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1x03 “fix-it” fic. connor and aiden talk it out, and connor has a few realizations about what oliver means to him
Connor sighs and runs a hand through his hair. It’s been decidedly unkempt ever since Aiden appeared like a terrifying ghost of boyfriends past. Or, well… “not-boyfriends” past. Funny how his hair always seems to be a reflection of how put-together his life is in a given moment.
He’s back in his apartment now, alone - of course - and trying desperately not to think about Aiden, and memories of nights cuddled together post-coital and past curfew. It hadn’t just been a fling.
“Stupid.” Connor mumbles, opening the fridge for something to distract himself. “I was so stupid.”
He’s halfway through a thoroughly disappointing, plain - ew, why does he even have that - greek yogurt when there’s a knock at the door.
He puts down the offending yogurt and there’s another, more impatient set of knocks. “Yeah, yeah I'm coming.”
He swings the door open, his lips curving into a scowl of acceptable magnitude for the situation, only to see Aiden standing on the other side of the threshold.
It barely registers until suddenly there’s a fist flying at his face and Connor has to think quickly back to grade school karate as he maneuvers out of the way and blocks Aiden’s punch. It wasn’t his most graceful move, but it’s better than having a black eye in court.
“Dude, what the hell?” Connor growls, keeping Aiden’s wrists pinned.
“You. Are an asshole.” Aiden spits at him, wrenching himself from Connor’s grip.
“Tell me something I haven’t heard.” Connor scoffs, blocking Aiden from entering the apartment.
“You outed me. You’re a fucking dick.”
“Uh, no I didn’t.” Connor sneers. “I told her we had sex. She already knows you're bi.”
Aiden’s lips draw into a thin line and he glares at Connor, nostrils flaring.
“Wait… you didn't tell her?”
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monicashipscoliver:
kisspernarry:
BUT CAN WE PLEASE HAVE ONE THATS CONNOR JEALOUS UGHHH I WANT IT SO BAD AND I WANT HIM TO PINE FOR OLIVER SO BAD
Connor is not jealous. He’s not. He doesn’t get jealous.
He’s only slightly, barely, annoyed because his drink is so watered down. The agitation pricking at his skin like needles has absolutely nothing to do with the way that guy is leaning into Oliver across the room.
Oliver, who told Connor, he was too busy to see him tonight. So Connor made other plans. Other, having drinks alone now thanks, plans.
Not that Connor cares. He doesn’t. After all, he’s the one who lets Oliver believe he’s just using him for information. And occasionally, sex.
Which is true. Totally true.
Except when that nameless asshole tries to plant one on Oliver’s mouth, who backs away in clear disinterest, just to have that asshole lean further, chasing him - yeah, no.
Connor’s not jealous. He’s just rushing across the room to slug that creep right in the mouth.
“What the hell, man?!” the guy says from the floor.
“Connor?” Oliver grabs Connor’s arm before he can jump the guy. “What are you doing here?”
Connor gestures wildly to the creep on the floor. “I was just over there… And I saw him… and then he… and you?”
Oliver narrows his eyes for a moment, before his whole face starts to relax. He even starts to smile.
“I was not jealous,” Connor says.
"Of course not,” Oliver agrees, while taking Connor’s hand.
Connor wraps his fingers around Oliver’s and makes sure that asshole on the ground can see it.
Not jealous, though. Well, not now anyway.
Anonymous asked:
[1/5] He didn't do boyfriends, not because he couldn't keep it in his pants, no- it was much more than that. There have only ever been two times that Connor Walsh had ever been in love, and there had only ever been two times that Connor Walsh has ever had his heart completely broken. When he gave himself over to another, allowed himself to be loved and love in return, he was suddenly thrown away. As if to say: 'I've seen all of you and now I want none of you', which is the hardest thing to bare-
[2/5] at least in his opinion. To show your soul, to drop your walls and for the person you care for to suddenly think you are unworthy of their time? It is a feeling he never wants to endure again, so when he is with Oliver, Connor can’t help but think back to those heartbreaks- to that pain. Why? Simple, because Oliver has a way of making cracks in the walls Connor has built. Has a way of making Connor forget his duties and want to just melt into him. Connor is terrified, scared shitless and
[3/5] completely unsure of himself, a feeling that he didn’t like. A feeling he wished came with a receipt so he could return it. So it’s no surprise that he’s standing in Oliver’s apartment right now, yelling at the other, attempting to make himself look like the devil so that maybe- just maybe, he can save them both from the heartache that would surely come. However, despite how much the words may sting, Oliver isn’t buying it. He can see the pleading look in Connor’s eyes, a look that said:
[4/5] ‘Please, please don’t throw me away. Please, don’t push me out. Please fight back, fight for /me/’ and so he did. His hands found Connor’s face, soft palms pressing against even softer cheeks before lips were firmly pushed together, silencing words of anger. In that moment, Connor felt such a sense of relief take over him, cause for once he hadn’t been thrown away. For once, he was pulled closer and he hadn’t realized that tears had begun to fall until he felt Oliver’s thumbs brushing them
[5/5] away, whispering softly as he did so. “I’m here, Connor. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Connor’s brows knitted together, the words processing so slowly that he swore time had stopped. With his gaze locked on Oliver’s, Connor knew he couldn’t hold it in anymore and even though his throat felt tight, his worry attempting to get the best of him- he still spoke. “I think I love you.” He whispered, to which Oliver smiled and kissed him again, solidifying what his words couldn’t.
oh my goshhh this is so beautiful bby i just started crying T^T
