“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ” for Oli 👀
shippy memes ; accepting
“and i would be offended if i wasn’t the one you always go to!“ he joked, a soft laugh following his words as he was looking at her. oh, she was so gorgeous! it felt like his eyes were finally open and his life felt so full now that they had finally opened up about their true feelings. an yet... something wasn’t right here. “why are you so far from me, huh?” he asked, brows furrowed. they were sitting on the opposite sides of the couch and she was too far away. with a displeased grunt oliver suddenly took her legs by her ankles and pulled rowan much closer, a bit more and she’d be sitting in his lap. “now, that’s better,” he grinned and leaned in to give her a small kiss on the tip of her nose. || @reynlrunnr
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a plot where muse a is a cute lil innocent bubbly bundle of light and they wear cute frilly dresses and skirts and thigh highs and is just overall adorable af & muse b is this kind of reserved, mysterious, all work no play type of person and they wear dark clothes and stuff & they meet muse a and instantly feel attracted to them. muse a, being the innocent lil bean they are, does, says and wears things that turn muse b on and doesn’t even realize what their doing to them but they’re driving muse b fucking CRAZY and muse b wants them so so so bad but doesn’t understand they’re feelings and doesn’t know how to go about it so there’s this crazy tension and !!! plS
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shippy memes for you hoes
- “ i had a dream about you. ”
- “ i’ve never cared about anyone the way i care about you. ”
- “ i know it’s not fair to ask you to wait for me, but i can’t bear the thought of seeing you with someone else. ”
- “ i’m not really good at this sort of thing. i never really had much luck with relationships before but i wanna make it work. i want us to work. ”
- “ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ”
- “ i do care about you i’m just. i’m not good at talking about it. ”
- “ i didn’t like seeing you with them. ”
- “ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ”
- “ i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me? ”
- “ do you even know what you do to me? ”
- “ i can’t stop thinking about you. ”
- “ you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met. ”
- “ i don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway. ”
- “ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ”
- “ please just tell me how you feel. ”
- “ just say the words. tell me you want me and i’m yours. ”
- “ you’re always there. i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there. ”
- “ you had a dream about me? ”
- “ i guess i always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. ”
- “ you thought i never noticed you, but i did. i always saw you. ”
- “ oh my god please don’t tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasn’t recovered since last time. ”
- “ you waited for me? ”
- “ i was always kind of hoping we’d give it a shot one day. ”
- “ you were always my maybe, ya know? ‘maybe they’d finally ask me out.’ ‘maybe when i wasn’t the one looking, they were noticing me too.’ i know it’s silly, but. you were always in the back of my mind. ”
- “ oh god you’re really gonna do the whole rocks against the window at midnight boombox thing aren’t you? ”
- “ i’m gonna wait for you, as long as it takes. ”
- “ loving you saved me. ”
- “ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose. ”
- “ i’ve always loved you. ”
- “ i know it’s late, but i just needed someone and. i guess you always answer when i call. ”
- “ i brought pizza and wine and a horrible movie so in the words of rory gilmore, i’m ready to wallow now. ”
- “ you didn’t have to come ya know? i’m glad you did though. ”
- “ if we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me? ”
- “ what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night. ”
- “ i dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you. ”
- “ you’ve had every piece of my heart since the moment i met you. ”
- “ why is it your always the one to pick up the pieces every time my heart breaks? ”
- “ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ”
- “ i’m gonna marry you one day. ”
- “ i used to think about what it’d be like if we got together. ”
- “ yes, of course i love you, you idiot. ”
- “ just stay this time. stay for me. ”
- “ don’t you dare give up on us. ”
- “ i always come running back to you. i can’t help it. ”
- “ you deserve someone who always puts you first. ”
- “ you were never my second choice. ”
- “ they don’t deserve you. and i’m not— i’m not tryna be that asshole that says i do. but sure as hell would never hurt you like that. ”
- “ i’m never gonna let you go. ”
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Soft Intimacy Meme
Send one to…
😴 - Curl up next to my sleeping muse
🤐 - Come to my muse with a secret
🧥 - Wrap a coat around my muse
💉 - Help my muse take a shot
✂️ - Cut my muse’s hair
🎈 - Bring my muse something to cheer them up
🤗 - Sneak up behind my muse and hug them
🎸 - Teach my muse how to play the guitar
🍙 - Bring my muse something to eat
🥤 - Bring my muse a drink
🍻 - Bring my muse an alcoholic drink
🌺 - Put a flower in my muse’s hair
🛁 - Take a bath with my muse
🚿 - Take a shower with my muse
🎮 - Show my muse video game cheats
⚽️ - Teach my muse a sport
🌱 - Plant seedlings with my muse
🤛🏼 - Show my muse how to throw a proper punch
📕 - Read to my muse
🧢 - Put a hat on my muse
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Curious blue eyes watched the Warrior from the safety of the trees she ducked behind. The young valkyrie watched in awe as the warrior undressed, ridding themselves of the armor they had worn to battle, and then dipped in the spring. They’d survived this battle, as they had all of their battles before, but it wasn’t just due to their remarkable skill with a sword. No, she’d always made sure they lived to see another day. If she let them die, if she let them join Freya or Odin, she’d never see them again. Rowan couldn’t let that happen. Not when she’d already developed feelings for the Warrior. And so she saved them as she did every time.
Odin would not be angry, she thought to herself. Although she always spared them, she always sent the best of warriors to his Halls. But them? That warrior currently washing themselves with the cool spring water was hers and hers alone
In her growing affection, she unknowingly stepped forward. She held onto the tree bark for support, but in doing so, she took a step on top of a small fallen branch that cracked loudly under her weight and alerted the person of her presence. The warrior, the nameless warrior she’d protected during battle for so long, noticed the sound and moved to climb out of the spring to investigate further. In her desperation to not be caught, she moved swiftly and hid behind another tree and then another until she seemed to have eluded them once and for all.
Or at least that’s what the young valkyrie thought. Just when she thought she had gotten away with it, she accidentally walked into the warrior themselves. Blue eyes widened from the surprise of being caught and immediately she moved to take a step back and away from them. Pink lips opened to speak, but no sound would come out. She could be fierce in battle. She could pick and choose who lived or died, but this was different. Mortal feelings were still new to her.
And so she stayed quiet and waited for them to speak first. Oh, how she hoped they would not remember her face from the battlefield.
He was covered with sweat, blood and mud, and all his body felt sore. Spotting a spring after a hard battle was the best thing that could have happened to him. Without a second thought he shed his armor and clothes, and dipped into the spring. The water was cold, yet refreshing, it helped easing his sore muscles. This felt so good. Valarr closed his eyes for a moment and just enjoyed the running water. Well, he couldn’t sit there all day, besides, the water wasn’t exactly warm, so he opened his eyes and got to washing away the dried blood, mud and sweat.
Suddenly he heard a branch crack somewhere behind him, somewhere near. Valarr turned his head a little and froze, trying to hear if there were more sounds that would be out of the ordinary. He heard some rustling in what seemed to be bushes nearby, but nothing else. Being on high alert Valarr got out of the spring, watching his surroundings like a hawk, he put his undergarments, without a sound picked up his sword and just as quietly went in the direction where he heard the crack and rustling. He noticed a small reflection of light from the sun that was setting and shining through the trees and leaves. There they were. A few, quick steps aside and he cut them off by stepping in front of them and holding his sword to their neck. To his surprise it was a woman. A beautiful woman, dressed in battle armor, yet she had no weapons drawn, which made him think she was no threat, but he couldn’t be sure.
He eyed her from head to toes before he spoke, “What were you doing there? Has someone sent you to kill me?“ That would be strange though, he thought. Valarr was a great warrior, but why would someone want him dead?
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open: m - king’s top knight, king’s advisor, king’s trusted friend, king’s right hand, etc. muse: allie based: my muse was recently married off to the King and he’s been trying to get her pregnant with his heit. But there’s been no luck and time is ticking. She is afraid if she doesn’t give him an heit soon that he will replace her as easily as he got her. In desperation, my muse asks yours for their help.
Allison had spent the last thirty minutes in her private washroom trying to quietly rehearse what she would say to him once they were face to face, but nothing seemed right. What exactly was right about this situation though? After managing to somehow grasp enough courage she descended from her and the King’s chambers to the other man’s sleeping quarters. She carried a candle, one hand cupped to keep the flame lit as her feet padded down the empty walkway. Knocking gently on the other man’s door, worrying her lower lip, shifting her weight from side to side as she waited for the door to open. “Uh, hello..” she greeted, all her preparation leaving her once she saw their face. “I know it’s late but, may I come in?” She asked, moving to take a couple steps inside.
“Obviously you know the King has expected an heir by now…” she started, moving to set the candle down on the mantle of the fireplace before turning to face him. God, this was probably the most embarrassing and demeaning thing she’d ever faced, but he was closer to her age and had always been kind to her. And it wasn’t like there was anyone else available she could ask. “Well, his efforts haven’t exactly been taking and,” she swallowed, running a hand through her long dark locks that she was only ever allowed to wear down at night. “And I’m afraid if they don’t soon he’s going to…dispose of me.”
Valarr had just taken a bath, his hair still a bit wet, and he was about to get into his bed to sleep, when he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Had something happened to the King? Not caring about his appearance but being rather worried about King’s well being, Valarr opened the door dressed in his under garments. To his surprise it was the Queen herself. “Your Majesty,” he bowed his head and let her in. “I apologize for my appearance, I wasn’t expecting any visitors at this time of night,” he said and, after closing the door after her, quickly put on the first thing that was the closest to him – a shirt, that ended slightly below his groin. Her visit took him by surprise and he had no idea what to expect, so he let her talk, quietly watching her as he loosely tied up his shirt to look at least somewhat presentable.
As the Queen kept talking, Valarr got a bit confused. It was quite an interesting topic to talk about with anyone except the King or her ladies in waiting. And to talk about it with a King’s guard was... strange. “Yes, I know an heir is expected to come after the wedding and I am deeply sorry to hear that it has been difficult to produce an heir. However I am sure it will come,” he replied with a small smile. “But, if you are worried about your safety, I can talk to the King and make sure he does not hurt you. He will listen to me, I am sure of it,” Valarr nodded. He had never seen her looking all vulnerable and afraid, and he wished he could do something to ease her mind, but she was his Queen and a married woman, he couldn’t do anything, but to try ease her mind with his words.
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eden groaned softly as she buried her face into her hands. her face was bright red and she could feel the blush from her cheeks spreading down her neck. the fact that her parents came running to meet him was enough embarrassment. it was even worse now that her mother had managed to find the most humiliating things to bring along. “i’m getting hungry… let’s uh… let’s make dinner.” she managed to stutter out as she stood up, finally looking over at lucas. the smile on his face only made her blush more, her stomach churning with butterflies. “i’ll start the food.” she sighed softly.
He couldn’t stop stealing glances at her, she was just so adorable! Eden was red as a beet and trying to hide her face so desperately, that he suddenly felt bad for enjoying this so much. She even went as far as using dinner as an excuse to get out of the room, and he didn’t blame her. Lucas was being a dick and he fully realized that now. Just a moment after she was out of their sight, Lucas turned to her mother. “You know what, I should check with her if there’s anything I can help her with. Meanwhile make yourselves at home, drinks are on the table, feel free to step outside, if you feel like it, there’s a nice view from the terrace,” he said with a smile and, politely excusing himself, got up and went into the kitchen. He left the door in a small crack and walked up to Eden. “I’m sorry,” Lucas said in a low voice and genuinely feeling awful for enjoying himself too much a moment ago. “I didn’t think it would be that embarrassing for you. If it makes you feel better, you were a really cute kid,” he smiled.
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Blue eyes widened in surprise. She’d never expected him to ask her that. Not now, not ever and she was woefully unprepared to answer him. Lips parted, too, as if she were to say something but sound came from them. Other than laughter, of course. Loud and very clearly nervous laughter that probably gave away her repressed feelings for him in a better way than words would. She didn’t have feelings for him, she thought to herself, she did not have feelings for him. Oh, if only she knew that no one would believe that. In the midst of her internal battle, she never noticed that she was nodding her head in agreement to her THOUGHTS. She’d been affirming her own little lies to herself, but Oliver didn’t know that. All he saw was a drunk woman nodding her head presumably to answer his question. By the time she realized her mistake, it’d been too late to intervene. Even the bartender had stopped by to drop off her drink and that had further prevented her from trying to cover up her slip.
“No,” came her answer, followed by yet another exaggerated, “No.” She reached for her drink, brought it to her lips, and took a sip. The liquid burned as it went down her throat but that burning was preferable to the fucking mess she was in right now. Drunk or not, she was fully aware that she’d just given him enough material to playfully terrorize her for the rest of eternity. He had her trapped. Still, in her drunken state, she hoped that she could sway him away from suspicion by overcompensating. “You were a promised man,” she continued to speak - hands motioning towards him. Each word she said was dripping with anxiety and carried the same aura as a deer stuck in headlights. “You had a whole long term, very long term, relationship. You were betrothed, almost engaged to your… To her. She had you on a leash, bound to her if you ask me. You kept going back for more. It was sick, really. Mental. But Me? I’d never interfere. You know that. I’m chill. I’m fine. I’m okay with it. I’m absolutely fine.”
It must have been hilarious to him - seeing her absolutely crumble. But hey, at least she looked pretty while doing so.
His heart had picked up it’s pace as he waited for her to answer. Why was he suddenly feeling so anxious? And why was she nodding? Was she agreeing to having feelings for him? It couldn’t be true, he would have noticed it before, wouldn’t he? Oliver wrote it off as her being drunk and probably thinking about something else, something unrelated.
It was strange and completely unexpected, but hearing her say No hurt a little, as if he was expecting a different answer and she had shut him down. But it was for the best. He had never had a friendship as great and amazing as with her. They understood each other without talking, they were so close, almost as if they were dating, which greatly pissed of his last girlfriend, but he never even thought about ending his friendship with Rowan just because his girlfriend didn’t like it, even though he had said multiple times there were no feelings other than friendship between him and Rowan. But now... He sat there watching her and a tiny part of him hoped there was something more.
Oliver was deep in his thoughts and at first he didn’t notice how anxious she was, but when he pulled himself out of his own thoughts, he noticed how strange she was acting. Why would she act so nervous, and slightly panicking even, if she had no romantic feelings for him? She was right though. His last relationship was a mess, it was toxic. His eyes never left her features as she spoke. Something about her... Something was off. She tried so hard to emphasize she was fine that it was almost getting ridiculous. It all made him think she had been having feelings for him all this time, but never acted on them, because he was always in a relationship or in between them and taking a break from relationships altogether. Or at least he hoped she did, because now he was seeing her in a different light – one he was scared of, scared to fuck up their friendship, but on the other hand it would make sense for them to be together, because they already acted like they were a couple.
Should I do it? Or should I not do it? Maybe I shouldn’t... He was battling himself in his mind and, while doing so, he probably looked like a creep – staring at Rowan and not saying a thing. His eyes were on hers, trying to read her, as he was ever so slowly leaning in, being so captivated by her. Then his gaze went lower, to her burning cheeks, before it lowered even more to her lips. So beautifully pink and tempting. They were already sitting close, like they usually did, therefore if only he’d lean in even more, he could kiss her and taste those lips, feel the softness against his. He just had to take that last step and close the space between them.
“Fuck it,“ he muttered under his breath and leaned in fully, placing his hand on her jaw, fingers just slightly sliding in her hair and gently turning her head to him so their lips could meet in a kiss. A drunken, yet soft kiss. Her lips were like a sweet, sweet drug and he couldn’t get enough of them, and they were even softer than he had imagined them to be. Then a sudden thought shot through his head – what if he had read this wrong? What if she had no romantic feeling towards him? Scared, he abruptly pulled away and shook his head as if that would help him get off the high. “I’m sorry, I... I have no explanation for my actions. You look, uh... very good tonight and I, uh, wanted to do it just because,“ he said trying to fill the awkward silence between them. Look, who’s digging their grave with more talking now!
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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.
- I will start by saying these two never acted on any impulses nor did they ever cheat (thanks to Ro repressing shit), BUT they’ve always been very close? Like physically close. Rowan’s got like only the vaguest idea of what personal space is and she had some repressed feelings for him, so she was always very close to Ollie. Ollie really never thought much about it because she’d always been like that. He accepted it and MAYBE LIKED her attention. Like there were times she had her hand on his thigh or she rested her head against his shoulder. It was never done maliciously or with the intent of torturing his then gfs, but that shit really drove his ex girlfriends INSANE. No wonder his last relationship was toxic as hell for them. Every time she saw Ro and Ollie together, they were entwined in some way and touching each other. And they always had that “we’re just really old friends” line. Poor woman.
- Since they’re old friends and they probably met when she was an entire punk/grunge college girl, he definitely met during her polaroid camera and pictures era which means only ONE thing. She’s got a box full of polaroid photos of them two throughout the years. Some of them are candids shots like him with a lollipop in his mouth (candy he took from her during their Halloween parties) or sleeping in her dorm room. BUT SOME OF ARE HIM POSING FOR HER AND THEY’RE THE BEST. Honestly, Rowan still has her polaroid camera (a newer one) and she still uses it to snap pictures of him.
- If we’re being 100% honest, I think that Rowan’s always been a little jealous of his girlfriends. She was his friend for so long (we’re talking about years here) and, more importantly, always harbored feelings for him. And to see him with so many women while she was always there had to hurt like hell. It made her feel invisible, which is why she overcompensated and always wanted his attention. But then she was also torn by not wanting to ruin their friendship when he clearly had no feelings for her. Yeah, that shit was complicated as hell for her. Rowan dated others and almost got engaged once to forget him, but honestly, she always kept falling back in love with him. Poor baby woooooow.
- OKAY. OKAY. Rowan’s tall as hell (6′ ft tall. my viking child) and she’s always wearing heels (block, platforms, boots) so honestly, there is no height gap between them. He’s roughly her same height if they’re both barefoot (maybe an inch or two taller), but with the help of her shoes? Yeah, nobody will be able to tell. If anything, she’ll look a little bit taller than him and she’s going to abuse the fuck out of that. Does Ollie mind? HOPEFULLY not because her collection of heels/stilettos is actually pretty rad and she’s literally 60% all legs. And being tall has the advantage of everything, skirts and dresses, fit a little too short. I mean, not that he’d be paying attention to that bc of his gfs but u kNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!!!