･*˚⁺ someone new

[ftoliver]

* / 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐝

:*｡( jordan fisher. twenty-six. cis man. ) | look who entered the cabin! it’s OLIVER BOYD. HE/HIM is/are known for being the DAD FRIEND of the group & that’s because they can be SANGUINE but also VAIN. we bet they’re excited to be coming back to the cabin. they believe SOMEONE NEW by HOZIER is the best way to describe them. wonder what trouble they’ll be getting into this season. ( dee.)

fair warning that that bio was written in 20 mins lol but i'm so thrilled to plot / write with everybody ! below his his short bio !! i'm still working out some ideas but that'll give ya a general vibe.

bio

[denvcrs]

oliver's question comes as a pleasant surprise. then again, it's just like him to care for others even when they don't deserve it, " hurts, " denver answers with a light shrug, " but i'll live." he shifts his weight on his good foot as he waits for the initial awkwardness to pass. he hates this. just a few nights ago, the pair stood in this room having a different conversation; one full of hope and promises for the future. now he's uncertain if they'll even stay friends. " i know, but it's your favorite." he doesn't mention there are two dozen muffins scattered throughout the kitchen as a result of his anxiety, or, how he spent the entire morning rehearsing his apology in front of the oven because when his brain is overwhelmed his hands need something to do, "i'm sorry" the male starts, making his way into the room, " i'm sorry for backing out of our date...and for yelling at you in the bathroom....and for asking nicky to give me a hickey... " denver sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. he sure caused a lot of damage in one night. " i thought i was doing the right thing but i ended up hurting you instead " he attempts to explain himself the best he can without giving away the full story. oliver doesn't need his family drama. "i uh... i was wrong" 

[ftoliver]

"oh," is all he can say. what he wants to do is drop it all and tend to the other. in different circumstances, oliver might rush the other to a seat and request he elevate his ankle to prevent further swelling. but they weren't where they usually are. there's a distance between the two that has yet to be reconciled. it's uncomfortable and looming. they can't just ignore it. oliver looks down at the box, opening it to find a blueberry muffin. his favorite. he tried to dampen the spark in his chest -- knowing that the other likely spent his morning filling the kitchen with the pastry. in awkward silence, oliver places the muffin on the top of a nearby dresser. denver begins to speak again. oliver felt some of the tension in the room evaporate. some of it. oliver's shoulder's sink and the look in his eyes soften. he forgave him. perhaps, not by words -- he was still figuring out all that he ought to say. oliver reaches for the other, his hands holding the other's face. the touch is gentle but needed in a moment like that. he needed to feel close to the other again. he places a kiss onto denver's forehead. apologies aren't easy. oli wanted denver to know he appreciated it. "apology accepted." he replies.

"i'm sorry too. i shouldn't have... pushed you to go public if you aren't ready." he kisses his cheek just then. it felt so much better pushing his pride aside than he initially thought it would. a relief, really. suddenly, oliver wasn't carrying the guilt of possibly ruining things with denver forever. maybe they can still fix this. "and i'm sorry for... everything i said i wasn't thinking and i was being stupid i," he catches himself. though, that very hesitation tells him to continue. perhaps denver needed to hear it. "i don't show it as much as i should... i think i've just been too scared to because if i did and you didn't feel the same then i could get hurt. so i didn't call... and i should've. and i just let months go by. and i," oliver is rambling. once he got going he couldn't seem stop himself. "i do love you. as a couple or not couple or somewhere in between... in any way you want me." despite it being the first time he'd ever said that to the other -- it feels as if he'd always had. as if this is the most truthful, bordering mundane thing he'd ever said. he does love denver. hopelessly.

[denvcrs]

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @ftoliver

denver had every intention to apologize to oliver the night of the party; honest. there was supposed to be a speech, followed by some grand gesture, that would hopefully end up in make up sex. unfortunately, like most of his plans, this one landed him in an urgent care facility at 3 in the morning. now, with a sprained ankle and a small box in hand, he stands outside oliver's door looking for a chance to mend their relationship. shaky hands knock on the door as the rest of him shifts in place, " i baked you a muffin, " denver says in place of a greeting, extending his hand so the other man can grab his peace offering, " can we talk ? "

[ftoliver]

there were whispers going around the house about denver's incident and oliver found himself in quite the precarious situation. guilt sadness and worry are not the easiest emotions to juggle. especially not all at once. he found himself moreso consumed by wondering whether or not denver was okay rather than their fight. though, that still elicits a ray of feelings he was too conflicted on to properly deal with. oliver paces around in his room, drafting an apology to denver in his notes app. he'd been working on it for several hours. though, nothing he typed out sounded right. there's an unexpected knock. oliver opens the door. a strange mix of relief, joy, and bitterness takes over. "how's the ankle?" he asks immediately unable to hide his concern. his gaze falls on the box in denver's hand. an offer he couldn't resist -- granted, he would accept his offer with or without a muffin. "we should talk... yeah." he agrees, taking the box from denver. "you didn't have to make this, y'know." he lets out a humorless laugh. this is incredibly awkward.

[cxrnelius]

bath house & sauna w/ ( @ftoliver ! )

securing the towel around his own waist, arlo shot a glance over his shoulder in oliver's direction - his attempt to ensure the other man was still in the building. he remained UNSURE whether the suggestion of the bathhouse would drive oliver away, or instead leave him unconvinced that there weren't any other contingencies upon their outing. as this activity alone faired on the lighter end of their typical audacious shenanigans. after fastening his locker door, arlo spun to face the other, clapping his hands firmly as he faced the others back, " you ever been to one of these ? " he questioned, motioning to the double doors at the end of the locker room.

[ftoliver]

" arnie, whenever you ask me that... just know the answer will literally always be no. how do you come up with stuff like this? " the other seemed to pick only the most unique excursions. little activities that oliver would have never thought about doing alone let alone with friends. oliver tightens the towel around his own waist a little more. "it's a good idea though. looks relaxing." better than ice fishing, though he chooses to keep that to himself. afterall, he did enjoy ice fishing. mainly, just due to arlo's presence. regardless, the trip to the bath house seemed alot more oliver's speed than something like skydiving. "have you been to one before?"

[kiingkang]

he shrugged his shoulders at the declined cigarette and leaned back against the siding, taking his own drag. "oh, buckets." he said, sarcastically. "buckets and buckets of fun, actually." suffice to say, the night sucked and noah was ready for the party to be over, so he could go back to hiding in his room without feeling contractually obligated to be in front of the camera at all times. he side-eyed oliver curiously, getting any kind of clue of his mental state. he didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew something had happened. still, he knew better to bring it up without any semblance of privacy. he was just nosy. instead, he said, "looks like you got sucker-punched, too. i've already called dibs on the promo, though."

[ftoliver]

oliver smiles weakly, "good. that's good." the other's sarcasm was obvious. despite their... differences. oliver couldn't help but agree with the sentiment. "i mean, clearly me too. best party eve-ah." he says in a flat, sing-songy voice. oliver takes a deep breath. the fresh air comforting him. a wind chill blows through and he tightens the blanket around him, draping it over his head. he glances in noah's direction, "sucker punched. yeah, you could say that. emotionally fucking... pummeled." oliver lets out a somber drunken laugh. at first he thought that was some type of metaphor he'd missed. he tilts his head at the mention of the promo, "wait are you serious?" oli squints, blurred vision making out a bruise. oliver's night was spent either drinking away his sorrows or arguing with denver. it seemed everyone failed to mention denver and noah's collision. "oh, shit... did you get punched?" he laughs. this time loud and bright. he is clearly thoroughly amused. "who? let me guess, denver? damnit and i missed that...?"

[denvcrs]

denver begins to shake his head frantically, it seems the more he speaks the bigger the mess he creates, "no, no, you've got it all wrong, oli," he attempts to explain. the last thing he wants is to turn back the clock, there is no such thing as 'normal' for them anymore- at least not for him. he's still cemented in his feelings for the other man even if he's doing a terrible job at showing it, " i was drunk, yes, but i do like you. i want us to be together ... just not right now. all i'm asking for is a little time," denver is practically begging, which only goes to show how badly he wants to make this work. 

in all the years they've known each other denver has never seen oliver cry. it breaks his heart to know that he's the reason why the person he cares about the most is breaking down in front of him. oliver is right, this isn't fair. it's not fair to denver and it sure as hell is not fair to oliver. if he were a better person he would let him go, he'd let him find someone without baggage who can give him all the things he deserves. but he's selfish so he doesn't. instead, he tries to fix things because he can't imagine a life where oliver is not around. oliver is pissed which is not unwarranted, however, when he questions the validity of denver's feelings, the male takes a step back, " are you fucking kidding me ? " he asks in disbelief, " you think i don't mean it ? " there's pain laced with his words, out of everyone, he would expect oliver to know him better than this. denver has a million flaws but he's never been a liar. " now that's not fair. i'm the one who has to pull everything out of you. i have to call you. i have to ask you to come over. i have to make all the calls - you can't just nod along to everything i say and think that counts as love, " he regrets his rant the moment it leaves his mouth but his pride is too big to back down. when the other makes an effort to leave denver places himself between oliver and the door, " wait. that's not what i meant." 

[ftoliver]

an aggravated sigh escapes him, wishing he'd hurried out of the room faster. this is not a conversation they should be having. it's pretty obvious this is going down hill. and yet, even when he told himself to disengage, oliver couldn't help but rebuttal. slightly red in the face and clearly irritated, oliver scoffs. "it's funny, 'cause never say shit like that when you're sober." oliver tosses his hands up, "you've had time. all you've had is time. all i've been doing is waiting. how long am i supposed to just wait, den? seriously. "

oliver's taken aback for a moment as the validity of his feelings are called into question. denver is making a little too much sense for oliver to feel completely righteous in his anger -- poking at something that perhaps he'd been purposefully ignoring. he didn't call first, at least not often. he didn't make the first move. oliver has always had doubts. he doubted that denver would ever truly reciprocate his feelings. he doubted that denver wouldn't pull away at some point. so, oliver has been shielding himself from not getting hurt but completely letting denver take the lead. all the while hopelessly sinking into his complicated feelings. he thought if he could just wait it out. coast until he was completely sure that denver felt the same. some of his confidence is lost to that argument. "i do call you, that's bullshit. you know how i feel about you. it's obvious." he insists, far weaker in tone than he'd been before. "right.. so this whole thing is actually my fault. sure, den. whatever." he wants to leave now, but denver has wedged himself infront of the door. "oh, you didn't mean it? wow..." despite his watery eyes, that excuse makes him chuckle bitterly. "do you ever say what you mean?" oliver isn't thinking before he speaks. he hates this side of him. he brings a hand to his face, wiping his eyes. "just let me go. please."

[mavcriick]

" citrus and strawberries — " mav is quick to point out enthusiastically, though he knew that this point of argument isn't going to be successful. he'd tried his best just the night before to no avail, and had given up after convincing oliver to at least TRY ON a couple shirts. now, it's just a bit of fond teasing. " you pulled it off, definitely — it's all in the styling, " mav agrees, though he knows very little on the matter, which may also be the reason oliver turned down all his shirts. " it would look better with a DRINK though — want to check out what they stocked us with before the good stuff is gone ?? "

[ftoliver]

a laugh escapes him, shaking his head at the other. whether it be a grapefruit or a strawberry -- oliver had no interest in looking like either. especially, not in the considerably taller man's clothes that would likely drape off of his frame hilariously. " thank you ." he replies with a subtle bow. " read my mind. lets go" he says with the snap of his fingers. he turns on his heel, heading to the bar lounge. oliver doesn't drink much, considering most alcoholic beverages tasted like battery acid to him. but he was determined to let loose tonight. if they got there before everyone else, maybe oliver could squirrel away the a bottle of gin for himself. "can you mix drinks? i'm not much of a bartender."

[kiingkang]

━━ ⟢ closed starter for @ftoliver

most people were still congregating inside, doing shots and singing bad karaoke songs, so noah took to the opportunity to come outside and take a break from all the noise. he was halfway through lighting a cigarette when he saw who was already out there. his first instinct was to turn around and leave but, fuck it, he could go where he wanted. instead, he said, "hiding, too?" and leaned over to offer his cigarette to oliver.

[ftoliver]

oliver needed air. frankly, he'd drank far too much and the room spun just a bit too much for his liking. with a blanket draped over his shoulders, oliver steps outside. the cool winter air felt refreshing, causing the nausea to somewhat subside. the smell of cigarette smoke catches his attention long before he even notices noah. "yeah." he says honestly. "i feel like shit." the usual irritation in his voice when he talks to noah seems to be missing. oliver doesn't have the energy to bicker. he shakes his head at the other's offer. "no thanks." he says. oliver hadn't seen or heard much of noah the entire night -- which is just as unusual as this brief moment of genuinely cordial behavior from oliver. "have fun tonight?"

[aranyafms]

"you love karaoke," aranya stated with a pout. it really was beginning to feel like this party was going downhill fast, the brunette slowing herself down from any plans and taking a seat next to oliver. "that isn't what fun looks like," she remarked, looking towards him with a soft smile. "what going on with the two of you? is everything okay, seriously?"

[ftoliver]

he shrugs, "well. not anymore." still terribly untrue. oliver turns towards the other as she speaks. he rolls his eyes -- through, there's no real annoyance in the gesture. "nope." oliver says bluntly. "but, y'know, nothing matters. denver will always be denver and everything's the way it already was even though i thought it was gonna change." he speaks cryptically aware of the possibility of onlooking cameras. "i'll be fine." he assures the other. he's certainly still not sober -- but, some time has passed since the defunct game of truth or dare in the bar lounge. a realization hits him."did i... totally ruin truth or dare?"

[denvcrs]

denver looks at him with desperate eyes, silently pleading for him to understand that he simply can't do this right now, "i know…. i just-" he cuts himself off by grabbing oliver's hands and dragging him to the nearest bathroom and away from the cameras. he locks the door behind them and begins to pace back and forth in the small room, "i meant what i said, okay? i like you. so much that i wish i could bring you to the dance floor and kiss you in front of all those people… but things are complicated right now; i just need time to work some shit out" denver walks up to oliver, grabs both of his hands, and brings them to his chest, "please. this is a party i want to have fun …..with you. just ..not like a couple"

[ftoliver]

oliver is pulled off to a bedroom hardly able to maintain his balance as they hurry . clearly, denver's stressed as he paces back and forth. oliver crosses his arms, listening patiently. "den, i get you need -" he starts to concede as he so often does -- just because it's denver. but, something stops him. the hope he had mere moments ago completely evaporated in a matter of minutes. he shakes his head, "you don't have to do that. you don't have to say you like me or whatever. it was stupid and you were drunk. i shouldn't have -" he wants to say he regrets telling the other how he felt last night. but oliver can't seem to muster the courage to say something like that. especially not with denver's hands in his. though that hesitation dies quickly after. "just not... like a couple." he repeats -- though, that only makes it sting more. " back to normal then, right?" oli can't hide the bitterness in his tone, no matter how hard he tried. it didn't help that his eyes began to burn with tears.

"cameras and everybody knowing like, i get it. it's hard. it's just uh," oliver blinks back tears. he hates crying. a terrible side effect to being such a hopeless romantic -- oliver does not take let downs and broken promises well. oliver shakes his hands out of denver's, wiping the few stray tears off his cheeks. "this isn't... fair, den." he says curtly. though, there's a sadness in his anger. more disappointment than true rage. "it's just starting to feel like you say all these things and make all these promises so that i stay around for you. just whatever you know i wanna hear... but you don't actually mean them ." oliver already wants to apologize for saying that. but the upset had turned everything blue and sour. "if you wanted to keep things the way the already were... you could've told me this morning or --" his attempt at middle ground somehow only upsetting him further. it doesn't feel like a compromise. oliver didn't really want things to stay under the table. frankly, he isn't sure if he ever did. his guilt bubbles to the surface, realizing just how much he'd aided his own emotional demise. "you know what? i'm sorry. if i forced you into this it won't happen again. not a couple. i can do that. whatever you want." oli says turns on his heel , making his way to the door again.

[aranyafms]

for @ftoliver

"what song should we sing? abba, right? it's super fitting for the whole disco theme." with a mic in one hand and a drink in another, it was clear to see that the brunette was having a good time. she was telling herself that she needed this, to just let loose and have fun, and not care about whatever anyone else said. "c'mon oli, i totally wanna have fun tonight, which means you have to have fun with me too."

[ftoliver]

"have i ever told you i hate karoke?" no, he hasn't told her that because he loves karoke. usually. any other night he'd probably be belting along with ari. but, a few too many drinks in and oliver really just wants to sit and sulk. "i'm having fun, see. this is me having fun." he pulls on a smile. "you pick the song. "

[denvcrs]

" me too. " denver responds quickly. he runs to the bar, grabs the first bottle of clear liquor, and pours it into a cup. he assumes the easiest way to get through tonight is to get as drunk as he possibly can, maybe then he can blame his actions on something other than him being a horrible maybe-boyfriend. even when he's seconds away from losing his mind, denver still smiles at oliver's compliment, "thank you, you do too. although, i don't remember disco being so... dark," he says, leaning into the other man out of habit. it's so easy to get lost in the moment when they're together, unfortunately, a public relationship is not a luxury he can afford right now. once he's aware of the proximity between them he stands up straight and takes a step back, " hey, can we maybe... not do all of this right now, " he whispers. 

[ftoliver]

the compliment leads oliver into a brief false sense of confidence. perhaps, earlier was just a weird fluke. clearly, he had nothing to worry about. "i don't own anything bright. and mav's clothes were too big." or too bright. as denver leans closer, oliver dares to lean in for a kiss. though, unfortunately, the other stops him just short. "do all of... what, den? i'm not doing anything." he asks, somewhat innocently. like he knew what denver was getting at but hoped he was still wrong. oliver always assumes the worst is in his head. perhaps this is just one of those times. "thought last night we talked about.... this." he gestures towards the looming camera crew.

[denvcrs]

the usually comforting touch ignites fear in the pit of his stomach when he notices the cameraman in the corner. he drops oliver's hand almost immediately, guilt washes over him the moment it happens. sometimes he truly hated being a part of the show, everything would be so much easier if he didn't have a million people watching his every move. he clears his throat in an attempt to save face and gestures towards the bar, "um, you want me to get you a drink ? " he says forcing a smile on his face. all he needs to do is act normal for the next few hours, after the party, he can take oliver somewhere private and show him that he truly meant everything he said the other night, " you seem like a gin and tonic type of guy. "

[ftoliver]

that was weird. oliver does his best not to overthink the rejection. denver really just wanted to get a drink. or, at least that's what oliver told himself. in an attempt to save his pride, oliver slides his hands into his pockets. maybe hand holding wasn't his thing. fair enough. "yeah, yeah i could use a drink. something strong, preferably." oliver says. oliver hoped they weren't hiding it all anymore. still. even when denver seemed to want to get as far away from him as possible. oliver rests his elbows against the bar, leaning over to whisper to the other. "you look hot tonight, by the way."

[denvcrs]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @ftoliver

he's the first to admit that asking oliver to be his date to the party while intoxicated wasn't his brightest idea. he remembers everything that happened that night; from the moment he stumbled into oli's bed to the hangover he felt when he woke up. he meant what he said, denver cares for oliver deeply, but he's not ready to make their relationship public. he leans against the wall next to him keeping an obvious distance between them, "this doesn't feel very disco, does it?"

[ftoliver]

if oliver weren't so infatuated maybe he wouldn't have gotten his hopes up. it's unlike him to be so... naive. for once, oliver is completely stress free deciding to let himself have fun tonight. he's clearly on cloud nine. denver seemed to remember the night before. and the moment they shared really felt like a turning point between them. as much as he enjoyed parties with his friends -- he undoubtedly looked forward to finally not having to hide his feelings for denver anymore. "i think it's disco. in a casual... mtv definitely maxed out their budget sorta way." the distance between them felt too familiar. oliver reaches for the other's hand. "but, we're gonna make the most of it. disco or not... disco. right?"

[mavcriick]

@ftoliver, naughty or nice party !!

" man, i can barely see you between all the sparkles — " it's a faux complaint that mav offers as he sidles up to oliver, hands tucked into his own jeans' pockets. yeah, it's true he can wholeheartedly understand the comfort thing. " — i told you that you should've worn that red, orange, and yellow shirt with the— " one hand leaves a pocket as he gestures in an approximation of the shirt's pattern in the air between them. " —things, y'know ?? i think you would've looked great in it. "

[ftoliver]

" and look like a bowl of citrus? absolutely not." oliver replied, shaking his head. who knew getting ready for a house party could be so challenging. oliver lived in shades of navy blue and black -- colors that weren't exactly... disco. "besides, you cannot convince me this doesn't look good." he says pointing to his shirt. "with the shoes? like come on."

[ftoliver]

⋆ ⭑ ✧ ( disco ) naughty or nice house party !

you'll never catch oliver wearing bright colors. consider this his more muted attempt at the groovy 70s theme. saint laurent silk shirt upbuttoned halfway and brown bell bottoms -- everything he wears are just pieces already in his wardrobe. even the shoes. would he ever wear these pieces together? no. but, this is a special occasion.

[kwiyeom]

jordan fisher being an absolute dork on stream