[✓] TYLIVER ONESHOTS. ✩

songfic challenge

[songfic challenge:   put
all   of   your music on
shuffle and   write   five
separate drabbles based
off the first five songs.  i
put   this in the 'angst'
section bc  a lot of it is
angsty       (just        sad,
shouldn't be triggering)
and   there's barely any
fluff.                              :'(]

ALLEN PAGE'S MIDNIGHT RIDE
panucci's pizza

               Oliver was exhausted. He has been swamped with homework from his AP classes, rehearsals with the drama club, college application and scholarship essays, and trying to keep a healthy relationship with Tyler. Usually, he could keep up with it. He was always good at time management and giving it his all.

However, recently, he began to feel himself slipping. He just couldn't get into the groove of it, no matter how hard he tried. His average grades were slowly lowering, and he wasn't even excited about the opening night of the play next week. Tyler has become just another thing on his to-do list. Their spark was dulling.

He felt almost numb. He would wake up, live on autopilot, then fall back into a dreamless sleep.

Oliver sighed deeply and gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Are you okay, babe?" his boyfriend asked from the passenger seat. He only nodded in response, keeping his eyes on the road. "You know I'm here if you wanna talk, right?"

The truth was, if Tyler wasn't in the car, the older boy would probably drive it to the bus station. He would buy a ticket to god knows where, give up on this life, never talk to anyone from Boring ever again. "Yes, love. I know," he said, not wanting to concern the innocent freshman with his problems. Oliver turned his head and smiled reassuringly, which Tyler returned sweetly.

Just get through one more day, he thought to himself.

SUPERMAN
eminem

[smut warning but like the
actual smut is very brief]

             They were in a janitor's closet when Oliver was sent over the edge. He arched his back as he came in... what's his name? Thomas? Taylor? Oh, Tyler. ...Tyler's mouth without warning.

Tyler stood up, wiping the cum from his chin. "So," the much younger boy paused nervously. "What do we do now?"

Oliver chuckled. "Now I go back to my class. I could care less what you do."

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "But, I'm still hard. I only sucked you off."

"Ooh, that's too damn bad. Jerk off or something. I gotta go," he replied, zipping his jeans back up.

"Okay, well, when can I see you again?" the freshman asked, his eyes hopeful.

"Again?" Oliver scoffed. "Uh, that's not how it works, honey. This was a one time thing. Maybe in another world, where you give better head, we'd have something. Just be glad I didn't take your actual virginity."

Oliver left Tyler in the closet, frowning. The young boy just sighed. He guessed he'd just have to jack off.

DON'T FIND MY HOUSE
drew monson

               Tyler's mother let out a deafening scream at his stepfather. This had been going on for about an hour, the back and forth yelling and arguing. They weren't fighting about anything specific, they were just two angry people taking out their frustrations on each other. Tyler felt sad for them, they had both wanted the marriage to work so badly, but it just wouldn't.