✧ those summer nights ✧

[jett--maverick]

Jett sat sprawled beside her like he owned the stretch of sand beneath them, one knee bent, arm slung easy behind her as Olivia leaned into him. The sunset washed everything gold and orange, but his attention had drifted from the horizon a while ago. It was on her. At her words, a crooked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He glanced out at the sea for half a second before looking back down at her, smug and warm all at once. “Nah,” he said smoothly, voice low with that easy confidence he carried everywhere. “Prettiest view I've ever seen’s sitting right here leaning against my shoulder.” He let that sit for a beat, knowing exactly what he was doing, then chuckled softly through his nose. When she mentioned the water, Jett looked toward the waves like he was considering it, then pushed himself up in one fluid motion. He dusted the sand from his hands and held one out to her. “C’mon then,” His brows lifted with playful challenge. “Try keep up, yeah?” Before she could fully take his hand, he gave her a teasing tug to pull her to her feet, then started backing toward the shoreline with that cocky grin still in place. “And if it’s cold, don’t go blamin’ me. This is your idea."

[oliviademir]

olivia's brown eyes stayed fixed on the way the golden sunlight danced across the waves. it really was the prettiest view she'd ever seen, and somehow it felt even more beautiful because she was sharing it with jett. part of her wished the moment could stretch on forever. when he told her it wasn't the prettiest view, she looked up at him, her brows knitting together slightly. she hadn't even noticed him looking at her; she'd been far too distracted by the sunset. then he told her the prettiest view was sitting right beside him. immediately, heat rushed to her cheeks. "oh, jett," she laughed softly, shaking her head as if that could somehow hide the blush spreading across her face. she had never felt like this before. she honestly didn't know how someone could be such a gentleman and still manage to make her heart race every five minutes. when she suggested getting into the water, he agreed so quickly that she barely had time to react before he was reaching for her hand and tugging her toward the shoreline with that cocky grin she was starting to become very familiar with. laughing, she hurried after him. "oh, please," she teased. once they reached the edge of the water, she slipped out of the light sundress she was wearing. the beach was practically empty at that hour, and she didn't bother folding it or setting it aside neatly. she was too busy enjoying herself. the cool water lapped at her feet, sending a shiver through her body, but instead of retreating she kicked a splash directly toward jett. "is it cold?" she giggled, already splashing him again before he could answer. "because i'm pretty sure you're about to tell me it's not, just so you don't look weak." her grin widened as she backed farther into the water. "come on, tough guy."

[oliviademir]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is olivia

name:  olivia

age: twenty5

sexuality: bi.

relationship status: tbd.

olivia demir has always felt like sunshine in soft form.

she’s the kind of girl who says good morning like she means it, who remembers little things about people and brings them up later with a shy smile, who hums under her breath without realizing it. there’s something undeniably gentle about her — not weak, never that — but warm, sincere, and quietly bright in a way that makes people soften around her.

she grew up in turkey in a close, loving family where everything felt safe and familiar. dinners were loud and full of conversation, mornings slow and comforting, and life moved at a pace that allowed her to feel every moment of it. olivia was always the sweet one — the daughter who helped without being asked, who stayed a little longer at the table just to keep someone company, who cried easily at movies and didn’t bother hiding it.

she liked simple things. soft music, handwritten notes, fresh flowers, the feeling of clean sheets, the comfort of routine.

and she always thought her life would stay that way.

she studied to become a primary school teacher, because it fit her so naturally it almost felt inevitable. olivia has a way with children — patient, kind, endlessly encouraging. she doesn’t just teach, she nurtures. her classroom is full of pastel colors, little drawings taped carefully to the walls, stickers she gives out like tiny rewards for bravery and effort. she remembers every name, every small detail, every quiet child who needs just a little more attention.

it’s where she feels most like herself.

before everything changed, olivia’s world was small — in a comforting way. she knew where she belonged, knew who she was, knew what her future would look like.

then came italy.

it was just a trip. a short one. something light and exciting before she stepped fully into adulthood. she packed too many outfits, took too many pictures, laughed more than usual. and somewhere in between all of that, she met jett.

he felt like a moment she wasn’t supposed to keep.

unexpected, a little overwhelming, completely different from anything she’d known before. he made her laugh in a way that caught her off guard, made her feel seen in a way that lingered long after their conversations ended. it was soft, fleeting, something that lived in late afternoons and warm evenings — the kind of memory that feels almost too perfect to be real.

and then it was over.

olivia went home, carrying it with her quietly.

she didn’t talk about it much. just kept it tucked away, like something fragile she didn’t want to ruin by saying out loud.

life continued, just as it always had — until it didn’t.

the opportunity to move to euroville came unexpectedly, a position at an international primary school that felt both exciting and terrifying. it wasn’t something she had planned, not really. olivia had never imagined leaving turkey, leaving everything she knew.

but her family made it easier.

they moved with her.

not because they had to, but because they wanted to. because that’s the kind of family they are — close, supportive, unwilling to let her step into something new alone. they built a new version of home together in euroville, filling it with familiar routines, shared meals, and the same warmth she grew up with.

and tucked into that new life is her little bunny — soft, quiet, and endlessly comforting. she talks to it like it understands her, like it’s part of every thought she doesn’t quite say out loud. it’s a small thing, but it grounds her. reminds her that even in a new place, she hasn’t lost herself.

olivia is still sweet. still gentle. still the girl who believes in kindness without hesitation.

she dresses in soft colors, favors ribbons and delicate details, carries herself with a natural grace that doesn’t feel forced. she blushes when she’s flustered, laughs quietly, looks at people with an openness that makes them feel safe. there’s nothing calculated about her — what you see is exactly who she is.

and yet, there’s something new in her now.

not a loss of softness, but a quiet expansion of it.

moving to euroville has pushed her just slightly outside of her comfort zone. she still clings to familiarity, still finds peace in routine, but she’s learning to exist in a space that isn’t entirely predictable. she’s learning that she can be gentle and still be brave. that she can stay kind without staying small.

and sometimes, late at night, when everything is quiet, she thinks about italy.

about a boy who felt like a summer she wasn’t ready to leave behind.

olivia demir doesn’t chase change.

but somehow, she’s found herself right in the middle of it — still soft, still hopeful, still believing that even the most unexpected turns in life can lead to something beautiful.

[oliviademir]

when they booked tickets to italy, she never imagined it would turn out like this. olivia had come with her friends expecting a fun summer, good food, nice views, maybe a few memories to take home, but she hadn’t expected jett. the apartment had been booked for a while, one of those lucky early plans, and even though summer was slowly coming to an end, she had made up her mind, she wanted to stay a little longer, for him. now they were at the beach, sitting side by side, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched the sunset paint the sky in soft colors. she let out a quiet breath, taking it all in. "i wish this is the prettiest view i’ve ever seen," olivia murmured softly. after a small pause, she tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips. "should we get in the water?" @jett--maverick

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