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(I might as well just stalk at this point XD and uhh colorless, I'm alrighty with the whole rp thing since we already started a new one lmaoo)
Angsty Gay Romance Anyone? (O/O)?
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(Tru tru, thanks fam)
Quinn’s eyes immediately flickered down to his feet when he felt Ollie’s eyes upon him. “Thanks… Do you live here?” He asked, hugging himself.
Ollie sighed softly and nodded, "Sadly… yeah… my dad owns the bar downstairs," He explained, shrugging a shoulder, "Not that he does anything… I basically run the place…" he mumbled.
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He lifted his face and bit his lip. “Is he bad?” He asked softly, drawing in on himself. “ he forces you to work though?”
Quinn’s nose had stopped bleeding, but he still felt a little dizzy. He looked up at the other male and blushed a little. He seemed to be opening up but something still kept him distant
Ollie chewed on his lower lip, "It's better then being on the street," He sighed a little, looking down at his lap, "He feeds me, let's me stay here… beatings could be worse I guess…"
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“What’s your name?” He asked, dabbing at his face once the bleeding stopped. He groaned and felt around his nose, which was swelling rather fast. He closed his eyes and snapped it back into place. “Ow…”
Quinn held his face for a long time, cursing softly.
Ollie winced slightly when Quinn but his nose back, brows creasing in worry for a moment. Once he’d calmed down just a little, he answered, “Oliver… but I go by Ollie.” He explained quietly.
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“Ollie? It’s nice to come across you…” the tall male blushed lightly when he got a good full look at the one in front of him. He was cute. Damn him and his gayness.
He shoved his feelings deep down, fearing the consequences of showing even just a little bit of the fact that he was into guys. After all, it had gotten him beat and kicked out on the streets. “I don’t want to be in your way any longer, Thank you for warming me up.”
Ollie was small and thin, an oversized jumper covering most of his body. His blue eyes stood out against his pale, freckled skin and blonde hair. His cheeks were slightly red from running around the bar and completing his jobs.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” He replied, offering a small smile, “You’re not in my way, don’t worry. Do you… do you have a place to stay for the night?”
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Quinn felt strange with his auburn hair and piercing green eyes. He was tall and rough, wearing a gray hoodie that fit him just right and tattered skinny jeans that showed off more bruises along his legs. He wasn’t as pale as Ollie, but he still looked sickly.
He shook his head at Ollie’s words and rubbed at his bruised face. “I-I really don’t want to intrude…”
“You’re not, I promise, Quinn,” Ollie reassured. It had honestly been a while since had talked someone of similar age to him that didn’t want to beat him up, “I have a spare room you can take, dads drunk so he won’t care.” He shrugged a shoulder.
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He hugged his knees to his chest and winced, nodding softly. “Th-Thank you… I’ll be gone before anyone notices…” he promised, staring at the floor. Words filled his head, and they weren’t good ones either….
Disappointment, failure, bastard, disgusting, awful, horrid, unholy, unwanted, disaster, shameful, weak, unmanly….
They swirled around, bringing his mood down.
Ollie knew that look, he wore it himself when no one was really around to see, “Hey… you’ll be okay,” He said softly, trying to at least reassure him a little, “Come on, you should rest.” He grabbed the bag and placed it on an old wooden cabinet, avoiding looking himself in the mirror.
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Quinn glanced at Ollie and frowned. “Can I help you in any way?” He asked softly, standing and wincing slightly. He walked over to Ollie and blushed once again, unable to contain his crush on the male.
“I have a weird question for you… are you… do you…” he sighed and shook his head. “Never mind forget I said anything.”
Ollie looked up and over his shoulder at Quinn, pouting just a little in confusion, “Di I… what?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and making him look a lot like a confused puppy.
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Quinn shook from head to his toes before blurring a: “Whats your opinion on gays?!” He asked quickly, blushing and looking extremely nervous, preparing himself for the hits and the words to start flying at him. They never came.
Ollie blinked once, then let out a soft giggle, blushing himself, "Considering I'm gay myself I think they're pretty cool." He replied, giggling again. He turned around to face Quinn properly, biting his lip.
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Quinn blinked st him but sighed deeply. He was in a safe place here. He was going to be ok. “I’m gay too… I just barely came out. Today actually.”
Ollie looked him over and frowned, "I take it it didn't go well, then?" He asked quietly. He felt so bad. He;d gone through the same experience but at least he hadn't been kicked out…
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He shook his head. “It went horribly…” he said softly, wincing as he lifted his head to study the pretty male in front of him. “You didn’t get kicked out?” He asked softly, knowing the answer already. He just wanted to have at least a little bit of hope in him. Hope that it wasn’t just him who was broken and awful.
Ollie shook his head, fiddling with the sleeves on his sweater, "N-No… but if I don't carry my weight in the bar then I will be…" He said quietly, rubbing his face with one hand. his sleeve rolled down just a little, showing just the top of the scars on his wrist.
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Quinn grew a little more confident and gently took Ollie’s wrist, studying the scars. “Did you do this?” He asked carefully, slowly, his eyes worried. He didn’t know why he cared so much. Maybe it was because Ollie had taken him in, or maybe it was because they shared sexuality’s?
Ollie's eyes widened a little and he looked down in shame and embarrassment. He should have been more careful, "I-I…" He swallowed, "Y-Yeah…" He whispered.
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Quinn gently pulled Ollie into an awkward hug. “Don’t hurt yourself, alright? It’s not healthy. It won’t help in the long run.” He mumbled, pulling away and curling in on himself as of afraid Ollie would hit him.
Ollie simply shrugged a shoulder, balling his hands up in his sweater, "I-I know. But it helps in the present." He sighed softly. He looked towards the door, the muffled sounds from the bar slowly drifting up and into the room.
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Quinn shifted nervously. “Where is the spare bedroom? I’ll stay there if you’d like me to. Or I can help out here in the bar…”
Ollie looked back with a small smile, "It's okay, you need rest, I can tell," He inclined his head for Quinn to follow as he walked out of his room and down the hall. He pushed open a door, the spare room. It was honestly the neatest, cleanest room of the entire house.
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Quinn followed willingly, hugging himself. He was still cold despite the warmth the room and building provided. He wasn’t allowed to grab anything of his as he was kicked out. He didn’t even grab a jacket and was missing his left shoe. “Thank you Ollie.”
Ollie smiled softly up at him, "Anytime. If you need anything you know where my room is and if I'm not there then I'll be downstairs in the bar." He said, walking over to the nearby wardrobe, standing on his toes to reach some extra blankets.
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Quinn’s eyes followed him across the room. Ollie had a good form. Not now Gay… stay down. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, taking off his one shoe and setting it by the bed.