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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Always Blame Bridget
Fandom: Boyfriend Material Fanfic
Pairing: Luc O’Donnell/Oliver Blackwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 501
Summary: As per usual, Bridget makes an odd request and expects Oliver and Luc to join in.
Author’s Note: Written because kaige68 made me. This is based on characters from Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall. It’s a cute, sweet, angsty, and heart-wrenching novel that you really, really need to read. Soon. Like, now. I absolutely do not have the character’s quirks and speech patterns down, but hopefully this is fun anyway. Also, K challenged me to 500 words. Didn’t think I’d make it and ended up beating it by one. Haha.
“Bridge says we have to, Oliver,” Luc said, leaning against the wall, watching his boyfriend dress.
“Since when have you been the type to do what anyone tells you?” Oliver eyed him, wary of the response to come.
“Since it’s Bridge,” Luc repeated. “You know how she is.”
“Hm,” Oliver said, tucking his shirt into his pants, all very proper and neat as he was wont to be. “Yes, she can be a bit demanding.”
“And overbearing,” Luc added.
“And she loves you,” Oliver shot back.
“You, too, which is why you have to do this with me,” Luc replied, cornering Oliver verbally.
“Just so,” Oliver finally said. “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” Luc said, pushing off the wall and moving towards Oliver. “I appreciate it.”
“You’ll owe me later,” Oliver said, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“And you’ll never let me forget,” Luc said, in anticipation of Oliver’s next words. “At least not until I’ve paid my dues, I’m sure.”
“On that note, we had better go or we’ll be late.”
Luc turned and rolled his eyes at Oliver. “You do know that we’re meeting Bridget, right? The girl who’s never on time? The one who will be late to her own funeral given the option?”
“The very one,” Oliver agreed. “However, that does not mean we have the luxury of being late. Now, go.
Luc scooted out the door and hurried down into Oliver’s excessively neat living room. Every day he was both shocked and surprised that they were still together. How Oliver hadn’t kicked his ass to the curb yet, he didn’t even want to know. He’d spent so much time being miserable, way too long being alone, that he was just going to run with it.
Even if it meant conforming to his best friend’s comical whims.
“Ready,” Oliver called, smiling at Luc.
“I am,” he said. “But I’m not sure where we’re going to find cowboy costumes so late in the day.”
“We’ll manage,” Oliver said. “And if we can’t manage, we’ll make it up.”
“Look at you being all accommodating and stuff,” Luc teased. “Maybe the mighty barrister can be convinced.”
“Only if you are the one trying to convince me, Lucian.”
God, he loved it when Oliver called him by his name like that. “I’ll keep it in mind,” he said. “But you’re right, we’re going to be even later than Bridge if we don’t get moving.”
“After you,” Oliver said, shooing Luc out the door.
He still wasn’t sure they’d find anything suitable for Bridget’s last-minute party in time, but for once, he really didn’t care. The hunt alone would be worth it. Dragging Oliver from shop to shop would be entertaining enough, never mind the look on his boyfriend’s face anytime he suggested assless chaps as an option. Luc grinned at the thought of it.
“Why are you smiling like that,” Oliver asked.
“No reason,” Luc lied. “Let’s go, can’t disappoint Bridge now can we?”
Fandom: Boyfriend Material Fanfic
Pairing: Luc O’Donnell/Oliver Blackwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 501
Summary: As per usual, Bridget makes an odd request and expects Oliver and Luc to join in.
Author’s Note: Written because kaige68 made me. This is based on characters from Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall. It’s a cute, sweet, angsty, and heart-wrenching novel that you really, really need to read. Soon. Like, now. I absolutely do not have the character’s quirks and speech patterns down, but hopefully this is fun anyway. Also, K challenged me to 500 words. Didn’t think I’d make it and ended up beating it by one. Haha.
“Bridge says we have to, Oliver,” Luc said, leaning against the wall, watching his boyfriend dress.
“Since when have you been the type to do what anyone tells you?” Oliver eyed him, wary of the response to come.
“Since it’s Bridge,” Luc repeated. “You know how she is.”
“Hm,” Oliver said, tucking his shirt into his pants, all very proper and neat as he was wont to be. “Yes, she can be a bit demanding.”
“And overbearing,” Luc added.
“And she loves you,” Oliver shot back.
“You, too, which is why you have to do this with me,” Luc replied, cornering Oliver verbally.
“Just so,” Oliver finally said. “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” Luc said, pushing off the wall and moving towards Oliver. “I appreciate it.”
“You’ll owe me later,” Oliver said, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“And you’ll never let me forget,” Luc said, in anticipation of Oliver’s next words. “At least not until I’ve paid my dues, I’m sure.”
“On that note, we had better go or we’ll be late.”
Luc turned and rolled his eyes at Oliver. “You do know that we’re meeting Bridget, right? The girl who’s never on time? The one who will be late to her own funeral given the option?”
“The very one,” Oliver agreed. “However, that does not mean we have the luxury of being late. Now, go.
Luc scooted out the door and hurried down into Oliver’s excessively neat living room. Every day he was both shocked and surprised that they were still together. How Oliver hadn’t kicked his ass to the curb yet, he didn’t even want to know. He’d spent so much time being miserable, way too long being alone, that he was just going to run with it.
Even if it meant conforming to his best friend’s comical whims.
“Ready,” Oliver called, smiling at Luc.
“I am,” he said. “But I’m not sure where we’re going to find cowboy costumes so late in the day.”
“We’ll manage,” Oliver said. “And if we can’t manage, we’ll make it up.”
“Look at you being all accommodating and stuff,” Luc teased. “Maybe the mighty barrister can be convinced.”
“Only if you are the one trying to convince me, Lucian.”
God, he loved it when Oliver called him by his name like that. “I’ll keep it in mind,” he said. “But you’re right, we’re going to be even later than Bridge if we don’t get moving.”
“After you,” Oliver said, shooing Luc out the door.
He still wasn’t sure they’d find anything suitable for Bridget’s last-minute party in time, but for once, he really didn’t care. The hunt alone would be worth it. Dragging Oliver from shop to shop would be entertaining enough, never mind the look on his boyfriend’s face anytime he suggested assless chaps as an option. Luc grinned at the thought of it.
“Why are you smiling like that,” Oliver asked.
“No reason,” Luc lied. “Let’s go, can’t disappoint Bridge now can we?”
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Date: 2020-07-23 09:24 pm (UTC)