(I based this off of one of virus2sexy’s drawings btw!)

“Hey—” Oliver attempts at speaking, trying to interrupt all the insults he’s getting, but instead he instantly gets cut off by some of the other guys in the video game he’s playing, call of duty.

You’re sitting on his messy bed, looking at him from across the room as his ginger cat sits in your lap, purring at the attention you’re currently giving it while you scroll mindless on your phone, the occasional tap of your manicured nails hitting the screen.

Ollies headphones are on, so you can’t hear the insults, but some of the guys are pretty loud, you can make out a couple words..like ‘bad’ or ‘sick’.. and ‘nerd.’

He bites his bottom lip in embarrassment, suddenly feeling a bit sensitive about all the comments. Maybe you should interfere.

He brings one of his hands up to push his glasses up his nose, continuing to play on his controller, shooting down people before one particular insult hits him.

“Hey—that-that’s not funny, dude.” He replies into his mic, still trying to play his game properly. The guys either sound like stupid goddamn teenagers who wont stop swearing, or little kids learning their first curse words.