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@olivereyse
paigesydney:
“my poor, confused oliver. havent you heard that hell is practically an ice rink? word on the street was that hell would have to freeze over before me and your sister did the nasty. you’d better stock up on winter coats.”
“hell is cold? that’s from like, a book or something right? sorry, what the fuck? i thought i saw something somewhere about that, but still; the fuck?”
ilyandromeda:
“I used to as well, not to be rebellious or anything, but because I loved exploring and such. i’d get scolded and such, but I guess I never really learned my lesson, ‘cause next time, i’d be right back at it. it really was, you should’ve seen it.”
“i guess that’s how it started for me. i mean, like, i wanted to go on advantures and stuff, and then once it started to piss off my parents, it just made me want to do it more. i’m sure someone’s gonna get lost again, then i’ll see it.”
assumption: you'll never get married.
“i’ll take that. i’m just like, not a commitment guy.”
anonymously make an assumption about me and i'll confirm/deny it
oliver made his way over to mallory, biting his lip for a moment before giving her an apologetic smile. he wasn’t opposed to kissing mallory, considering she was pretty, and an amazing person overall, but that just wasn’t them. plus, she’d been very sensitive as of late, and cagey overall, so he wasn’t sure how this was going to go over. “this is a dare, okay?” he said. “kiss the prettiest girl, and you were the first one i saw. okay? okay.” with that, he quickly pressed his lips to hers before stepping away, trying to gauge her reaction.
dare ;; kiss the prettiest girl
“see, i’ve already told you that i think everyone in the house is hot as fuck,” oliver mumbled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “y’know what? i’m just gonna walk around, and kiss the first one i run into. deal? deal.” and so he went, wandering the house aimlessly until finally he spotted her; mallory. damn.
dare ;; see how many marshmallows you can shove into your mouth
“bro, i’m totally down. you’re lucky we have a bag of marshmallows in the house. i’ll even do it like, chubby bunny style. one. chubby bunny.” he popped a marshmallow in his mouth. “two. chubby bunny.” another. he went on like this until his mouth was completely full. “shventeen. chubby bunny!”
truth: do you wish that sofia and walker had never been put in the wedding situation to begin with, or do you wish they'd gone through with it all without the obstacles in the way?
“i wish they’d never been in the situation in first place. i mean like, it was pretty much arranged, which is not fuckin’ cool, and then they never would be going through all this stuff with whatever is going on now, which i’m still not a hundred percent sure what it is. all i know is that my friends wouldn’t be hurting this much if they’d never been engaged.”
truth ;; what would you do if you knew your sister was into chicks?
“nothing, bro? sofia can like who she likes. it’s chill. i mean, she deals with me liking girls and guys and people who switch and people who aren’t either one, i can deal with her liking girls.”
truth ;; FMK: mallory, walker, hayes
f(uck shit up with); walkerm(ake good food & hang out with): malloryk(nock knuckles & be bros with): hayes
esmeebotros:
Dare me: a command, a prompt. “I know you wanted this ever since I, on accident, sent you those snapchats…” Esmée unties the straps to her rose bikini top, maintaining eye contact with Oliver. “Lick it up.” The top drops.
At first, Oliver was very, very confused, but when she started undoing the straps, things became very clear. “Well, I wouldn’t say that I didn’t want it,” he said, smirking when it dropped. Nice.“Is today just my lucky day, or?”
* // &&. ┋awkward encounters ft. oliver
sofiarcyes:
she let a soft groan escape her lips as she ran her fingers through her tangled long brunette locks, debating on whether or not to shower before heading into oliver’s room. she pushed herself up from her bed, and made her way into that bathroom in which she shared with paige. just the thought of paige made her stomach churn, she still couldn’t believe that she had allowed herself to give into the one thing she never wanted to give into. paige and sofia despised each other and sooner or later she hoped things would go back to the way they were. she quickly turned the water on, allowing the warm water to run down her body. once she was finished in the shower, she changed into a pair of sweats and one of walker’s t-shirt in which she had stolen from his closet when she slept in his bed. the smell of his cologne lingered on the shirt, causing a small sigh to escape her lips as she pulled the material over her head. even though the two were no longer a couple, she couldn’t help but feel some type of attachment to the male. sofia shook the thought from her head and quickly pulled her hair up in a messy bun and made her way out of her room and walked down the hallway and toward oliver’s room. she opened the door slowly, peeping her head in the door. “hey oli….” she said softly, looking at her brother with a slight smile.
for the most part, oliver was just confused. he had obviously missed something important; sure, walker and sofia’s engagement hadn’t been perfect, and it had always seemed like some weird arranged marriage thing to him, but he couldn’t recall them flat out hating each other, especially in a public setting. it made him feel a bit sick to his stomach, seeing two people that he cared about treating each other like that. if the situation went to a point where he was forced to pick a side (which he usually avoided, but in this particular circumstance it might be unavoidable), he wasn’t sure who he would go with. for now, he would focus on trying to figure out what was going on with his sister, and try to help out as much as he could. he busied himself while he was waiting for sofia, cleaning up his room a little bit and hanging a few more pictures from the summer up on the wall. it was nothing in comparison to the wall in his apartment, but this one was doing pretty well. he turned when he heard the door open, smiling slightly when he saw sofia. she looked tired, to say the least. “hey, sof,” he said, moving and sitting down on his bed, patting next to him to indicate that he wanted her to sit.
ilyandromeda:
“there was a young boy, and I found him crying while on the beach. I walked up to him, and asked him what was wrong. he said that his mother was no where to be found. to cut a long story short, I bought him some ice cream, and his mother showed up about five minutes later. to see them embrace, tears in her eyes, due to the fact she had thought she lost her son, was heartwarming. I loved every moment of it.”
“dude, i used to ditch my parents all the time when we went to the beach. i mean, i never started crying or anything, ‘cause i was the one that left, but i would always get like, totally lost looking for them. they totally yelled at me once i found them, though. that sounds cute, though, with the mom and the kid.”
rydercbf:
of all the things ryder would prefer to wake up to, it’s definitely not the sound of a vaguely familiar voice attempting to speak to him. or, he thinks they’re trying to speak to him. in any case, it doesn’t matter, because he’s already blinking his eyes open and peeking around to see where he’d actually ended up falling asleep, quickly realizing he’s in the living room. he also finds that the sun has gone down, which means he should probably get up since he’s been sleeping all day, but all he does is let out a soft grunt and puts his arm over his eyes, attempting to shield himself from the unwelcome intruder. “i’d ask you to repeat whatever it is you just said, but i can pretty much assure you that i probably don’t care.”
oliver didn’t know what to think of ryder most of the time. he seemed like a pretty relaxed guy, which he appreciated, and he wasn’t particularly warm and fuzzy, which he could understand. most of the time, he really didn’t think about him at all, considering their conversation had always been pretty brief. right now, though, it seemed that their paths were crossing again. oliver seemed to have misplaced the flip phone that he was allowed to have in the house (usually something pretty unimportant to him, but still nice to have around), and he was pretty sure that it was stuck somewhere in between the cushions of the couch that ryder was currently fast asleep on. “i just need you to move for like, two minutes, bro,” oliver said.
wtvrcash:
headphones in and playing the first song that came on shuffle from his phone, cash had plans to spend the night doing something other than writing. lately he’s felt like a drone, following helplessly to his boss’ commands with no real sense of anything else. respectfully, a guy needed a few days off every once and awhile which meant that today was going to be one of them - and he was going to soak up as much sun as he possibly could. sand between his toes, the faint sound of waves ahead in the distance, it was no surprise that he found himself at the beach. it felt familiar even though each visit was different every time; there was new people, new shells, new thoughts running through his head. oddly enough, that was the refreshing part. so he took his time setting up his day’s surroundings, away from the water, the towel laid out and he sat. hell, he could do this for a long time. it wasn’t until he felt an odd presence near him that he snapped out of his relaxing zone, and without bothering looking back to see who was near him, he spoke up, “you know, just because i’ve got something in my ears doesn’t mean i can’t hear you. you’re not very graceful.”
if someone were to ask oliver what his favorite place in gulfshores was, oliver would immediately answer that it was the beach. there was something about the atmosphere that he enjoyed; it was all about being laid back and taking time to relax, which oliver had been needing more often than not as of late. second of all, it was never the same. some days the sea would be totally calm, the water lapping gently up against the shore and the ocean a bright, shimmering blue. other days, it raged, slapping the sand and the grey water churning. he loved both, and took advantage of the beach whenever he could, no matter the weather. tonight, he was simply out for a walk, enjoying the fresh air as he watched the sun disappear behind the shoreline. he always looked out for the mysterious green flash that he’d sometimes heard people talk about when the sun went down by the sea; he’d never seen it himself, but he really wanted to. tonight, however, was not the night that he would. he was making his way back to the house when he felt his toe catch on something hard in the sand, sending him falling forward. “shit!” he said in a tone louder than necessary. he caught himself with hands ( just barely ), but let himself fall into the sand. hearing another voice took him by surprise. he quickly sat up, trying to look as casual as possible. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, bro. i’m pretty much the most graceful. i’m like....a gazelle or something. have you ever seen a gazelle?”
