running through the jungle running with the wolves

Oliver Hastings. 28. Wolf.

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victoriaxhernandez:

She was starting to wonder if Hollow Grove was the place she needed to be, the first month hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing and it seemed her luck wasn’t changing anytime soon. Victoria had gone to speak to someone about a job that she’d walked away without getting, something she was a bit annoyed over. Stepping into the elevator to leave, she found herself standing next to someone she could have gone a hell of a lot longer without seeing. Oliver Hastings, the one night stand who’d sent her crawling out his window and shimmying down the drain pipe to keep his nieces from seeing her. A noble reason, but no less embarrassing. She sighed and gave him a curt nod, pushing the button to send her to the ground floor. As the elevator lurched to life, they moved down only slightly before the elevator came to a grinding halt, Victoria throwing her hand up on side to keep from falling over. Shit. She closed her eyes and squeezed, willing it to start moving again. Opening one, she peeked through and spoke reluctantly, “I’m guessing we’re going to be stuck in here for awhile.”

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Witches were everywhere in this town, and yet somehow they had Clave members attacking, buildings falling to pieces, and elevators deciding to stop working. He didn’t understand how magic could exist, how his best friend could have crazy powers, and how shit like this still happened to him. It really did feel like he was getting the short end of the stick these days. 

Oliver hadn’t really had to acknowledge her when he’d first gotten in, at least not beyond a nod that informed her he’d actually seen her. Beyond that, though, there didn’t seem to be a necessary interaction between the two of them. The last time they’d seen each other had been awkward enough, what with him correcting her and pointing to his window when she’d tried to leave through his bedroom door. 

“I guess we are,” he said, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small flask. He’d had a feeling he’d need it today, mostly because hospitals were never pleasant. He just hadn’t anticipated that this would be the situation that brought it forth. “You want some?”

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ryan-carrcll:

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          It’s typical. With destruction comes a period of rebuilding and that’s precisely what Ryan found himself volunteering for in the wake of The Clave attack. While Hollow Grove still stood, the damage was widespread. Physical activity? It’s a crutch Ryan uses to blow off steam — blow off the stress of the what ifs. “Any idea where to start?” he asks, head turned slightly to look at Oliver. A somewhat dilapidated building stood before them, exterior flecked with minor destruction while the insides was gutted. “See if anything needs replacing first? I feel like paint can be the last thing on the list.”

He wants to kick something, so he does. There’s a giant pile of rubble in front of them, damage spreading as far as the eye can see, and if Oliver wants to blow off some steam and try and injure his foot in the process, who is going to stop him? “I want to break something,” Oliver says in response to Ryan, “A lot of things.”

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violetbecker:

Violet pressed her lips into a thin line at his response, her eyes falling to her lap for a moment before nodding. Given the circumstances, she really shouldn’t be complaining at all. Even if it was only an attempt at a light joke. Maybe that was worse of her to do, now she thought about it. “You’re right,” she said, meeting his gaze and offering a small smile. “I’m sorry, poor choice of words.”

When Ollie spoke, confirming her assumptions that he would rather not talk about it, Violet nodded again. There was a time to push and a time to pull, neither of which was appropriate for this time. “You know that I’m not a fan of gossip,” she stated formally, her smile warming as she looked around before leaning forward as if she were disclosing important information. “But I do know the receptionist was stood up recently by a co-worker. Though, I do feel really bad for her. She sounded upset.”

“I haven’t heard that in a long time,” Oliver said, pointing at her. “I liked hearing it.  I’m right. What is this feeling? Is this... absolute power?”  His tone was light towards the end of it, his lips tugging upwards into a smile as he made himself comfortable in her room, ready to hear whatever she wanted to share. 

“Gossip is good for people, makes us all live a little,” he said. After hearing her little tidbit, he added without sympathy, “Eh, the guy probably sucked anyway. At least she didn’t have to spend three hours on a date with him.” 

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top 5 hottest people in hg?

“The bartenders and lets’s say...Victoria?”

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True or false: Waffles > pancakes

“I have no opinion. They’re both delicious,  and I will eat them all.”

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True or False: You're super jealous you didn't think to use the monopoly pieces as finger hats first

“Savannah is a frickin’ weirdo is all I can say about that.”

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Do you wear the same pair of shoes until the sole is worn down and then buy a new pair or are you extra with hella jordans for every day of the month

“I do both.”

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If you found out your current life has been just a dream, would you choose to wake up?

“No.”

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FMK- anyone in town of your choice

“I’d fuck that hot bartender, I definitely would not marry anyone, and I’d kill- honestly, at this point, the bar is just someone who fucks with my family.” 

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svmmerhart:

She’d been dancing more since arriving in Hollow Grove. It helped that she’d been given permission to use the dance studio after hours and it provided significantly more space than her hotel room, but there was far more to it for Summer.  The last year had been spent in a blur, but stopping here meant facing feelings and conflicts that were foreign to the young witch. Dancing provided an outlet when she couldn’t find another way. It didn’t require her to understand how she felt, only that she felt it and could use it towards something.

Her mind had fallen into it’s own secluded world while her body moved on it’s own graceful accord to the dance she’d been working on. As she took her last form, a quiet breath released from her lungs – before hitching in quick, hand placing over her heart dramatically when she heard him speak and consquently catch her off guard. “Holy moly, you about gave me a heart attack!” She was quick to laugh it off, despite her demeanor during her dance. “But yeah, I have a moment, I have plenty of moments, really. Like now, and in ten minutes, and really the rest of the day. How long is a moment, anyway? I mean – sorry – what can I do for you?”

Dancing wasn’t supposed to be a sad activity, as far as Oliver knew, but then, he’d only ever done it at school events or at clubs. This interpretive, performative stuff Summer was going— probably expressing herself— that wasn’t his deal. He had too much sadness of his own, more than he knew what to do with, and he didn’t really know how to handle hers. 

Thankfully, she’d asked him a question, and that meant they could change the topic completely. 

But first: “Did you just say ‘holy moly’?” Oliver asked, lips tugging into a smirk. “Are we sure you’re not actually eighty-five?”

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violetbecker:

“I know, I feel like it.” Violet said, trying to look offended by his honesty but the smile forming gave it away. “But thank you for the reminder.” This was easy, the casual back and forth. And it was better than a heavy one on one to reflect on the series of unfortunate events that lead to them being there. But she knew herself well, and it would only be a matter of time before she voiced her concerns for him.

Reaching out for the jello when Ollie handed it to her, Violet took a bite and chewed slowly before grimacing as she swallowed. “You just lied straight to my face. That is so not good,” she protested lightheartedly, placing it to the side and turning to face him with a small smile that could easily be recognised as a subtle warning for question that left her lips after.

“Are you okay?“ She knew there was a high chance he’d rather not talk about whatever it was that happened during the chaos, but Violet wanted him to know that he could if he wanted to.

“It means you’re alive and you’re not in a coma, so I’ll take it,” Oliver said. He almost asked her if she couldn’t handle some pain, but she was in a hospital bed. And he did care about her,  after all. 

Enough to not want to pile on while she was sick, though he knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it even if she weren’t. He didn’t like talking about things, it made him too vulnerable during a time when his peace was fragile at best. 

“It is what it is, Vi,” he said, as straightforwardly as he could. “We should talk about hospital drama instead. What’s the gossip, which nurses are hooking up with the doctors?”

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nathanielxgreyson:

oliverhastings:

His niece had been so still in his arms, breathing aside, that he’d forgotten she was awake and she could hear what he was saying. Oliver was just making mistake after mistake today, and considering he’d full on snapped at Nate just now, when the older man was just trying to help, he didn’t think this streak was going to stop any time soon. 

“I want to take your word for it,” he said, this time more calmly. “Maybe we should talk about this later.”

Nate nodded solemnly, giving Darcy one last smile. “I think that would be best.” Deciding he should give the two some alone time together, Nate moved to get up, placing a kiss atop both Darcy and Oliver’s head before standing. “I’ll go see how close Dash is. I’ll be just over here if you need me.” With one, final look, Nate strode back toward the manor to see what other damage needed to be fixed. It was going to be a long night.

END

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clliexhstings:

“I went to the hospital.” The words sounded almost foreign as she spoke them. “To see Dinah, beg for forgiveness.” She finished her sentence before taking a long sip of her glass and looking across over at Oliver. The two had never been close, the relationship could be awkward at times, unsure how to handle the other.  Though, at this time she was thankful for his company. 

The memories of the spring fling flooded her mind. No matter how hard she tried the images of Dinah’s almost lifeless body was a permanent nightmare she was sure, would never go away. Growing up in a family of wolves was hard to adjust when you are suddenly forced to be apart of the un dead. Callie never felt so lost and lonely in her life. 

“Beg for forgiveness for what?” Oliver asked, frowning so deeply he could feel the wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. Could werewolf aging fight back against the permanent stress of a completely dysfunctional family? “What did you do to Dinah, Callie?” 

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evieducasse:

Seeing Oliver laugh and interact with Mason made Evie smile, her head shaking as he answered her question. “Copy cat,” She muttered playfully, nodding her head in response to his request. “No sugar high for my son, but we’d love to join you.” Smiling, Evie stepped through the doorway and made the familiar path towards the kitchen, setting Mason down on the floor once she got there and the pie down on the counter. She began busying herself with getting plates and forks and a knife to cut the pie, only pausing to look up at Oliver. “But really, Ollie. How are you?” Her eyes shone with concern as she glanced away and back down to the pie, cutting two slices from it and plating them. 

“What do they say about imitation being the highest form of flattery? Right. Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” Oliver pointed out, following her into the kitchen. He tickled Mason’s stomach on his way to the fridge, grabbing a carton of milk and a couple of glasses from the neighboring cupboards. “Uh, that’s kind of complicated, and there’s a kid in the room.” Usually there’d be a couple of little pitchers with big ears wandering around the house, too, but they weren’t home. 

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dashhastings:

Dash had learned well in the last few years to read his brother like an open book. He was shaken, that was clear and he was processing. Dash knew it best to give him time. Nodding his head. “Yeah, come on.” Dash said as he started towards the car and then he paused looking at Oliver. “You want to go run?” Dash asked, giving his brother an out. “I’ll take this one home, get her cleaned up in bed. Will be okay.” He said trying to free Oliver up from his oblgiation to take care of himself. 

“Yeah,” Oliver said, pushing himself off the steps and to his full height. “Thanks, I’ll see you at home.”

He clapped his brother on the shoulder, pressed a kiss to Darcy’s forehead, and then started walking away. 

END THREAD. 

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are oliver and savannah romantic or what

Good question, Nonnie. No? I think no, but I wouldn’t be against them moving down that road. You know how these things go. One moment the kid is pulling the girl’s pigtail and the next…

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