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oliver blume. history major.

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williamcheart‌

will opened his mouth to defend himself, though shut it promptly at the grin that appeared on oliver’s face. though romance had been a sore topic with the man, he chuckled at the other nonetheless–no point in sharing his misery, right? “all we need are some…uh, cherry blossoms or somethin’ fallin’ all around us. if i had my pup on me, we could’ve down the whole tied together bit, but–ah, well, missed opportunity. next time i bump into you, i’ll be sure to supply the romantic…flute, or piano, god–it’d been ages since i’ve seen a chick flick.” he stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “can’t happen, though, ‘cos then there’s gotta be a bit where one of us is in the rain with flowers or something, and sad violin, and neither of us would look good rain-soaked, y’know?” pausing for a moment, his eyebrows furrow, “wait–did you shriek? earlier? ‘cos, man…”

“that’s exactly what we’re missing. can’t believe we were so close to getting it perfect.” a dramatic sigh escaped him, shaking his head only to emphasize that it was indeed, a pity. the fact that the person was humoring him in his theatrics only made the australian want to up the dramatic effect. “ill take either piano or violin, and you better, man. that first encounter left much to be desired. i expect the whole shebang next time.” he squinted his eyes at the chick flick remark as if he found offense by it. “chick flicks? cinematic masterpieces you mean.” again, despite the serious tone in his voice his lips eventually betrayed the facade. “speak for yourself mate. i for one happen to look my best standing under the rain with an apologetic look on my face.” he chuckled. as soon as the other stepped away, oliver took this moment to stuff his phone into his pocket. “shriek? wha- me? nah. must have been your imagination.” oliver was a good liar, his voice not even skipping a beat, but since his shriek was pretty obvious he wondered if there was any use trying to convince the other that it wasn’t him”

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fallcnmckenna‌

“i’ll take decent.” fallon laughed, grabbing a cup and taking his place on the other side of the table, finally sizing up the other man properly now that they were under a real light. wow, he really was cute. fallon’s nose wrinkled up in an attempt to draw attention away from his reddening cheeks. “you’re looking at the world champion flip-cupper right here. didn’t you know i won the all-ireland flip cup tournament?” he was joking, of course, there was no such thing. “me, set you up to fail? course not. fallon,” he supplied, realizing he was being asked for his name. “and you are…?”

his eyes widened as if the fake title really did impress him, “wow i’m honored a man with such a prestigious title would be willing to partner up with a mere rookie.” there were two things that oliver took away from that sentence. one, that cute little accent he was hearing was most likely an irish one ( homeboy sucks at placing accents ) and two, this boy was not only easy on the eyes but he was pretty playful as well. was he just being friendly? guess they were going to find out soon enough “nice to meet you fallon. or would mr. all-ireland flip cup champion be better?” he asked, offering a simple grin. “i’m oliver.”

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is someoeofcxs‌:

cas shrugged. “could if i had to, but honestly, i don’t think making out with a girl is enough to throw hands over.” he’d been in a few physical fights in his life, always in self-defense of course, but generally speaking he preferred to get the fuck out of situations before they escalated. no wonder he hadn’t seen oliver much tonight, then, if he had mostly relegated himself to the kitchen. cas only came in when he needed to refill his flask, enjoying being in the thick of things much more. and maybe because if he was surrounded by other people, he wouldn’t see oliver. he couldn’t even bring himself to legitimately dislike the kid, was the thing. he was a nice guy—always chatty and friendly and willing to lend a hand. it was just his damn accent. which was terrible, and cas knew it was rude and honestly immature that it was such a big deal to him, but he didn’t know how to get past that. maybe it was time to grow the fuck up about it. “well, no wonder.” cas flicked at the joint grasped between the other’s fingers. “thought maybe you thought you were too good to join the masses. you should come, find someone to dance with.”

“suppose you’re right about that.” oliver shrugged because to be completely honest, he has gotten into fights for much less. especially while he was intoxicated. what could he say? he loved a good fight and the adrenaline that came from it. not like he was the type to go looking or anything. he leaned against the counter as he brought the joint back up to his lips but let out a chuckle before he even took a puff. “too good to join my bros in a party? never. just... hungry.” the blonde tilted his head slightly in consideration to the other’s invite. or wait, was it even an invite? “haven’t seen anyone worthwhile though. can’t tell if i'm too sober or too picky.” he shrugged before his eyes landed on cas. “aside from that girl, anyone else catch your eye?”

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gcmmagee‌

Gemma just barely caught the shirt as he tossed it her way, pulling it on quickly to stave off the early morning cold. She considered his offer, but it hurt to think too much, so she just shrugged. “I guess you can. Just don’t expect very stimulating conversation. There is currently a jackhammer trying to destroy my brain right now.”

“sounds good to me. the donuts will make up for the conversation.” he went back into his dorm for a moment just to make sure he still had his wallet in his wallet. once it was verified that it was indeed there, he walked out of the dorm, not even bothering to lock the door. “let’s go then. are you okay to walk or would you prefer to take a lyft?”

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fallcnmckenna‌

fallon felt his cheeks heat up in a light blush as the other man looked him up and down. was this what being checked out was like? he wouldn’t want to jump to conclusions, of course. even when the person opposite him was pretty cute himself. but he smiled back, jabbing a thumb back in the direction of the living room. “of course! what’s flip cup without great teammates, right? come on.” grin widening, he mindlessly reached for the other’s hand to drag him over to the table where a few students were starting to set up the game. “now, you’ve got to be honest with me here,” fallon said, turning to face the other boy with the most serious stare he could muster. “are you any good at flip cup? i gotta know.”

to say that the man was attractive was an understatement. tall, dark eyes, pretty smile, damn. he was exactly oliver’s type. “exactly.” his grin only grew as the man grabbed his hand. an innocent move, but the blonde couldn’t help but check him out once more as they made their way to the table. a chuckle escaped him when the other suddenly tries to act serious. his eyes scan the table for a moment, before turning back “hmm.... i’d say i’m pretty decent.” he should be considering all the times he plays. drinking games were one of his favorite things to do at parties. “what about you? you better not be setting me up to fail, um...” the sentence died off upon realizing that he never asked for his name. 

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ofcxs‌

of course oliver thought cas liked him. usually, their interactions involved cas shoving a bag of chips or a cigarette or something into the other’s hand, something to get him to shut the fuck up and let cas exist in relative peace. most of the time that something ended up being a drink. “right, of course.” he took a hit from the blunt while oliver was occupied with his rum, and then they traded back, cradling his flask between his legs as his heels banged into the cabinets behind him. “eh, could be better, could be worse,” he admitted with a shrug. “started making out with this girl, only to find out she had a boyfriend, who thankfully wasn’t here tonight, so tonight’s not the night i get my ass kicked, i guess. yours okay?” the moment the words were out of his mouth he realized he’d just invited oliver to talk even more, which he instantly regretted, but it was too late to un-ask the question. instead he just uncapped the flask, fully ready to completely ignore the answer and drink instead.

the moment they traded back oliver wasted no time in taking a hit from the joint, allowing the smoke to slip from his lips slowly as the other talked. “i’ve been there plenty of times. not a fun situation. i figure you would put up a good fight though, right?” cas didn’t seem like the fighting type to oliver, but he also seemed to be someone who was full of surprises. for the longest time oliver was under the impression that cas some sort of shy kid, the type to have trouble talking to people. the man was always a bit short when he spoke to oliver and only to oliver. for a moment the australian was afraid that maybe his frat brother disliked him but quickly rejected the idea because... well, oliver was too far up his ass to assume anyone wouldn’t like him.  “pretty good. been keeping myself out of trouble. for the most part at least. kind of just been in the kitchen the entire time. got a real bad case of the munchies  i suppose.”

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amchyst‌

“i’ve spent the past few days in bed watching fuller house and abducted in plain sight to the point i’ve created mashups in my head. i think i need to step away from netflix. so want to do something? mini golf, drinking wine until night ect?”

“never seen fuller house, but abducted in plain sight is good as hell.” he chuckled, “i’m down to drink wine until night. i’ve never been, but mini golfing sounds like the lamest thing i have ever heard. i might be willing to go if we start drinking now though.”

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gcmmagee‌

At first she thought she had gotten away with it since he didn’t seem to notice her. So she kept going down the steps until she heard him again. She winced and sighed before turning around. “If you’re as hungover as me, then I guess we are,” she admitted, doing her best not to throw up as she opened her mouth for the first time all morning. “I’ll wait out here and you can bring it to me if you’re offering. I need to grab coffee and donuts to become slightly more human,” she explained, taking a seat on the steps to put on her shoes.

“you bet i am.” he chuckled weakly. you would think that he would be used to it considering all the times he’s woken up after a night of too many drinks. but nope. every hangover was just as crappy as the last. oliver lazily made his way to his dorm, rummaging through his drawers before taking out two shirts. one for him and the other for her. “ catch.” he poked his head out of his dorm, tossing one of the shirts over to her before slipping into the other shirt. “my thought exactly. is that an invitation for me to join you? or am i just going to have to awkwardly see you there and pretend this never happened?.” 

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ofcxs‌

cas looked up and pasted a smile on his face, not a difficult task when he was as intoxicated as he already was at this point. “where’s the rum?” he asked instead, hauling himself up to sit on the counter while pouring the last of the captain morgan into his flask and trying his hardest not to hyperfocus on how much stronger oliver’s accent got when he was drunk, which was almost hypocritical, knowing how downright trashy his own could get too, in this state. it was stupid, really, that he still found himself associating the accent with his ex, but what could he do about it now? “i’ll do you one better, i’ll trade you.” he thrust his flask into the other’s hand as he reached for the joint and took a hit, the white smoke curling in the air between them as he exhaled.

“over there.” he gestured towards the bottle, his eyes on cas as he hoped on the counter. a grin quickly arose in his features at the other’s suggestion to trade. “alright! this is why i like you. you already share the good stuff.” he easily exchanged the joint for the flask. oliver was always willing to accept drinks from people. you could give the man a shot mixed with vinegar and mustard and he would still happily drink it. as long as it had some sort of liquor in it of course. taking a swing from the flask, he unleashed a sort of animalistic ‘ahh’ sound as if the rum was the most refreshing thing he has ever drunk in his life. “hows the night been treatin’ ya, cas? having a good time?”

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gcmmagee‌

Gemma felt as stupid as she looked. After swearing to herself that she was on a guy ban, banishing herself from getting into any more relationships since love is hopeless for her to find, she immediately got drunk and slept with someone. She didn’t even remember his name or what he looked like as she did her best to find her clothes and slip out of his room. She couldn’t find her freaking top though no matter how hard she looked. She was afraid to keep looking after a while in case she woke him up, so she just gave up and snuck out in just her bra. She didn’t want to have any mementos of this night and her momentous screw up, so taking one of his shirts was out of the question. Her assumptions when she woke up were correct and she was in one of the frat houses, so at least she wasn’t too far from home. She snuck down the stairs without her shoes and made her way outside the house, carrying her shoes. But she immediately paused as she started down the steps of the house, freezing as she saw someone outside. “Oh um… I…” she said, trying to come up with some sort of excuse. But her hair was a mess and obviously she had no shirt, so there really wasn’t anything she could cover with. “This is exactly what it looks like.”

oliver never understood why they called walking from after a one night stand ‘walks of shame’. shouldn’t it be the opposite? like, ‘walk of yay good on you, you got laid!’ or something. at least, that’s how he felt when he was making his way back to his fraternity. as usual, he made sure to sneak out before the other woke up but unfortunately he had to leave without a shirt. he actually did manage to find the shirt but when he did, he found it all ripped up. kinky.

it didn’t matter. the walk wasn’t too far and he was sure nobody else would be awake at such an early hour. he was right for the most part, seeing as he didn’t encounter anyone until he actually made it past the doors or his house. “g’day..” he mumbled through a yawn. the australian was still a bit sleepy, so he didn’t exactly process who he just greeted until... he realized that she was shirtless as well. “aw fuck.” oliver stood in awe for a moment before offering a chuckle. “looks like we're both on the same page.” he responded, raising a knowing eyebrow at the redhead. “wanna come over and borrow a shirt? my dorm is right over there.” gesturing his chin towards the direction of his dorm. “you can wait outside if you want to. i doubt anyone else is awake at this hour.”

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fallcnmckenna‌

Fallon was five beers in, which really meant the night was just getting started. Grabbing a sixth from the kitchen and popping it open on the side of the counter, he wandered through the party in search of someone new to talk to. He overheard a few people in the living room trying to get a drinking game going, and immediately ran off to see who else he could hook into the game. He’d barely taken two steps when he almost walked right into someone a little taller than him—which, usually, when he ran into someone that wasn’t the case—and blinked a couple times before grinning up at him. “Hey! Heard they’re starting flip cup over there, want to play?” @brghtsnt

oliver had been party-hopping the entire night. it was a norm for him, seeing as he was the type to get bored easily unless something or someone caught his attention. he was walking around, kind of just lookin’ to see if this place was worth his while when he suddenly collided with someone.  “oof.” he stumbled back a little bit thanks to his state, but he still managed to catch himself. whoa, he had to be pretty drunk to miss someone close to his own height.  lazy eyes scanned the main in front of him from head to toe. wether it was to size him up or to check him out was probably unclear, but knowing oliver it was most likely the latter. finally, his blue orbs met the other’s darker ones. “only if you’re looking for a partner.” he said, tilting his head lightly as he offered a grin. “’it’s a lot more fun doing it in a team, right?”

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spencerbrophiro‌

“Hi there! My name’s often, do you come here Spencer? Wait… That’s not right.” It was obvious Spencer was trying to flirt with the person in front of him, and even more obvious that he was failing pretty hard at it. At least he was drunk enough to not notice how awkward it was. Whether that is a good or a bad thing, is a matter yet to be decided upon. One would think he’d have to be drunk as a skunk to be this clumsy already, but the silver lining of being a lightweight drinker is that three shots of tequila already got him where he needed to be to talk to hot people. “How you doin’?” 

“aw, that was pretty cute. i like that.” oliver couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him at the other’s pickup line. that was one way to get his attention. as crazy as it sounded, this was one of the few nights where oliver wasn’t looking to hook up with anyone. all he had planned was to sit by the bar and drown himself in a mix of shots and beer before heading home. he definitely wouldn’t mind the company though. besides, the night was still young. his plan to be celibate for the night was easily subject to change. “take a seat, casanova. you want another drink?”

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ollienelson‌

It was late at night, and Ollie was laying on her bed, mindlessly watching tv, when she heard a tap on her window. She thought it was just the tree branch swaying in the wind, but after several taps, she got up to investigate. With her glittery pepper spray in hand, she tiptoed over to the window. She peeked out, sighing in relief before Oliver’s face popped up, scaring her. She stumbled backwards, a scream erupting from her mouth. she held her hand to her chest, opening the window while cursing at the boy. “Are you kidding me right now? It’s like midnight, why didn’t you just use the front door?!” She whisper yells, slapping his chest after he climbed into her bedroom.

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leave it to oliver to find the most unnecessary way to get into a girl’s room. a laugh escaped him as her scream. his laugh was so loud that he was sure some other girls in the house must have noticed. once it died down, he simply against her window frame, looking up at as his lips curved up into his signature cheeky grin. “oh come on, ollie. you’re too easy to scare.” with that he climbed into her bedroom. the slap on his chest was enough to earn another chuckle from him. “but this is so much more romantic isn’t it?” he leaned in to place a quick kiss on her cheek before turning around and closing the window. “it’s a lot nicer than sending a ‘you up?’ text at least?”

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ofcxs‌

it wasn’t that cas was trying to be rude, per se. no, oliver was a nice guy. a great guy, in fact—sociable, friendly, always made good drinks, never left the common areas a mess—the only problem cas had with him was completely irrational. but every time oliver opened his mouth and cas had to hear that too-familiar melbourne accent—well, he just had to find a reason to remove himself from the situation. tonight, rho pi rho was throwing a party, as usual, and when cas wandered into the kitchen to refill his flask, who else was in there but oliver. he kept his head down, trying not to be noticed, and praying he wouldn’t say anything. @brghtsnt

it was times like these that oliver was sure he made the right choice when it came to choosing a fraternity. rho phi rho’s threw the best parties ( in his humble opinion ) and being the absolute party animal that he was, it was sure that he was one of the first people to get drunk for the night. he was leaning against the counter, joint flips between slender fingers as he noticed one of his frat brothers appear. “cas!” he threw his arms up, as if he hadn’t seen the other male in years. “come here mate, have a coldie with me.” oliver wasn’t too out of the ordinary when drunk. if anything, it just seemed like he was a... heightened version of himself. not only did his mannerisms become more extravagant, but his accent became more defined as well. he gestured with his free index finger for cas to join him before extendong the joint in his other hand towards him. “take a hit while you’re at it.”

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tjxwarder‌

‘‘ – ‘M gonna fuckin’ kiill ‘em!! Let me go !! ‘‘

“chill mate, it ain’t worth it!” this wasn’t the first time he has had to hold the other male back from beating up someone who got on his nerves. “come on, let’s go get a drink. we can’t get kicked out yet.”

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luana: i accidentally clicked the button to the wrong floor  luana: so this is me trying to act natural hi !!

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oliver: wow youre so smooth oliver: i dig those glasses you look like the men in black but on vacation. 

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maribelsawyer‌

a sound emerged from her petite frame; a sound that could’ve very much been either a sob or a laugh, maybe both–maribel lifted her head, wiping hastily at her eyes, “will you help me feed the sheep?” she questioned, meekly, glancing at oliver with a tilted head–before her eyes met his, and she hastily looked away, cheeks burning in a mixture of embarrassment and a schoolgirl crush. instead, she focused heavily on her hands, picking away at the clear glitter nail polish she had applied the night previous. “ah–it’s n-nothing, really, it’s just…like–” her voice squeaked and mari cringed, bringing a hand up and forwards to gesture to her laptop, “–school, y’know? i’m not really…good at it.”

even though part of the reason he had sneaked up behind her was to startle her, he couldn’t help but jump slightly at the noise that she made. he didn’t expect it. a hearty chuckle easily followed, only dying down when the librarian gave him the stink eye. “of course i will. my only condition is that we get like, 3 dogs to help us herd the sheep. oh, and you let me grow fruit in the back yard.”  of course oliver noticed how nervous she seemed to get around him. he was used to it though. honestly, he just figured that she was this shy towards everyone. he raised an eyebrow when she gestured to her laptop, scooting in closer to get a look. “what subject? i might not look it, but i’m a pretty good student you know.”