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[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { GABRIELLE “GABY” MILLS } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { SHE } is? they kind of look like { camille hyde } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 26 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { twenty years }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { haley james scott } from { one tree hill }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { the sunrise cafe } as a { WAITRESS/ANONYMOUS AUTHOR }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { the bookworm } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { insecure } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { caring } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { three bedroom } apartment beside me over in { MANGO BAY }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!
open starter ( @palmviewstarters ) ! location, @ the salty sailor bar !
he's not a bartender, not even close to being one even if you do count the summer back in high school where he worked as one to save some money before his senior year. but he's doing this for a friend — a friend that very much needs a breather in the back room to fight with his girlfriend. turning around to face the new customer after attempting to shake a peach rum without spilling ( or the shaker flying out of his hands ) he offers a boyish grin. “ so, what's your poison for tonight ? “ he asks, pulling the sleeves up his upper arms. “ and before you ask — no, i'm not qualified but my intentions are good and i'm willing to learn, “
HARRIS DICKINSON for chicken shop date
olivia holt 🩷🖤🤍
there was no time to think of the implications of what they were doing, or how things would be once the haze they seemed to be in wore off and it was not like michael wanted to be pulled back to reality any time soon anyway. in that very moment, he only cared that he had olivia and how much he wanted her, missing her in every way before the moment could even end. she consumed his every thought ever since she showed up again, bringing their memories together – the memories he'd been forced to bury to keep his sanity after everything between them wrapped up – to the forefront of his mind. she pulled away just a fraction and instinctively, he moved a hand up to her hair to tuck the loose pieces away before letting it rest in her blonde locks. her hand slid further down, sending jolts of electricity through his body everywhere she touched. the smile she gave him caught him off guard for a split second and he couldn't help but mirror it right then, watching her with an intense focus he never realized he was capable of. he knew he could get lost in that moment just looking at her, scanning her features and taking his time to admire every aspect of her. he could tell she was struggling to take his shirt off and without quite meaning to, he let out a soft laugh. a giggle escaped past her lips and michael decided it was his favorite sound in the world – he wanted to be the reason she always laughed. that was a thought that had never crossed michael's mind in relation to anyone, at all. then again, he never cared to take note of half the things he did about olivia when it came to other people. his hands slid down over her own, helping her in the process of taking his shirt off before tossing it carelessly to the side. his gaze was locked on her and had been the entire time, the smile on his face only growing wider as he drew her in closer. he was craving the feeling of her skin on his own, only this time there would be no barriers in between them. “can't have that,” he murmured, nodding in agreement with her words. with a swift & effortless movement, he lifted her and guided them toward the counter, lowering her gently onto the surface. as he stood between her legs, the distance between them minimal, his lips traced a line from the corner of her mouth down to her neck.
she's not even thinking about the consequences, about the repercussions bound to come the next morning when she wakes up in his bed again, realizing the possible mistake she's made. but is it really a mistake ? could a mistake feel this good ? either way, it's a question she pushes back in the deep parts of her mind, for once deciding to tune out her own brain & give her heart & soul complete control over her actions. all she cares about now is his skin on her skin, his lips on her lips & the way it feels. nothing else matters — nobody else matters. it's not common to see olivia lockhart break character like this, to actually allow someone to see her — not her body ( she's confident enough about it ) but the parts hiding behind her well structured walls, the parts she keeps hidden under a masterful cold facade that makes her look untouchable. but there's nothing untouchable about her now, if anything, she's everything but as the two share a smile, a moment, a laugh. & it hits her how he looks at her in a way every woman wants to be looked at, like there's something in her worth looking at that goes beyond physical appearance. olivia always knew she was beautiful, she got told that enough times throughout her life, but never did she actually feel beautiful. never… until now. before no time, she's sitting on top of the bathroom counter, toned legs dangling over the edge, hands loosely around his shoulders. goosebumps hit her skin the second his lips find their way back to where they belong, the silence between them somehow exploding & a world of color appearing before her closed eyes. she didn't even mind the cool marble biting into the back of her thighs, not when his lips are warming her from the inside out, not when the scent of his cologne only adds to her desire to keep him close. head tilts to a side instinctively as he continues trailing down, fingertips moving slowly to the nape of his neck.
♡ OLIVIA HOLT via tiktok
winnie: [ sighs ] ugh, yes ! my car broke down and my piece of trash boyfriend refuses to come pick me up... can you come and get me ? or stay on the phone with me ?
liv: [ a pause ] are you serious? that fucking bastard! how dare he! of course, i'll come. just pin me your location.
open starter, ( @palmviewstarters ) ! location, national margarita day @ the salty sailor !
unusually perky as she walks in, the so-called ice queen holds a smile that could not often be seen on her features on a daily display — after all, it's usually saved just for the ice, but today's an exception. today marks the official day when the national skating board announces the qualifiers for the olympics & if there's anything that could make all those years of dedication & sacrifice worth it, it's this. “ margaritas are on me, “ she announces to the small group of friends she's meeting at a bar, smiling bright as she sits on the nearest empty stool. “ never had one but today marks the day, “ it would be cute if it isn't true, as she turns over to the person beside her. “ so, what's in these margaritas ? vodka ? “
he held her like they had never been apart, like all the time that passed in between was reduced to one simple second — like they'd pressed the pause button and were picking up where they'd left off. yet their time apart was evident to michael in the way he deeply missed her, missed her touch & every part of her, and the way everything felt just right. like they were two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly into place and he let himself drown in the feeling of belonging to her. he could never admit it to anyone but deep down he knew he had always been hers in some way or another, even when they parted ways, and that that would simply be the case always. it was as though he was branded by her, marked just beyond his skin. olivia had let michael explore her entirely during that summer, allowing him to see parts of her she rarely gave up to others. he'd been slow and reassuring, moving at a pace that felt comfortable enough and it was the first time he ever slowed down with anyone. it was the first time that he'd even wanted to. what he hadn't realized then was that it had never been just physical; emotional too. he kissed her with a reverence that stilled time, each press of his lips slow and meaningful — a silent, unspoken vow. the air was almost knocked entirely out of him when she turned around to face him, his eyes momentarily falling to the sight before him and instinctively, a dazed grin pulled at the corner of his lips. he couldn't believe that she was right there in front of him, fearing one blink would magically cause her to disappear; almost as if he'd made the whole night up. he wasn't entirely sure he was awake, every moment feeling like a blissful dream he never wanted to wake up from. his eyes met hers as she moved a piece of his hair away from his face, leaning into her touch as if savoring every moment of it. he realized he was a fool to ever think he could pretend around olivia when merely her touch ignited him in flames, when the trace of her fingertips over his jawline would be enough to bring him to his knees. she captured his lips again with her own and there was no rush; like they were exploring every inch of each other again. his hand gripped the back of her head, tilting it in a way that allowed him to explore her deeper.
there's something in his eyes, something about his gentle touch & velvet kisses that make her want to lose herself tonight — to abandon all caution out the window & simply allow herself to exist in his arms. in truth, she doesn't know what she wants from him, but she knows she wants him. she knows he haunts her thoughts & invades her dreams until he's the only thing she can see. & she knows that being with him is one of the few times she truly feels alive. that's what she wants — to feel alive, to feel again. time seems to stand still in that bathroom & there's something intimate in the way they lock onto each other, an intimacy olivia craves, even if she won't say it out loud. if he only knew how completely consumed she was by him ever since they met, how hard she's tried to forget him all this time, & how there's now a part of her thinking she'd never feel this way again with anyone else. worst of all, if he only knew how lonely her life's been ever since he wasn't there ( not that she would ever admit any of this ). a shiver delectably runs down her spine as they start kissing again, so tenderly it almost makes her weak in the knees, every nerve & sense now starting & ending with him until her heart's completely fused with his — like two halves of one whole. it feels consuming, it feels familiar, it feels like home. lips slowly depart from his, just enough for her hand to slide further down from his cheek, wanting to feel every texture & fabric underneath her fingertips as she slowly moves down his chest. a sea of blonde curls — messy and disheveled, frame her silhouette, almost effectively covering the nakedness of her torso as she moves away a little, just enough to show him a small smile before she decides to take initiative & wrap her fingers around the hem of his shirt, sliding it up. after all, it's unfair he's still fully clothed like this, especially when she wants to explore every inch of him too. she's trying to do it as effortlessly like he did, but it's tricker, far easier said than done, which explains her small struggle & a hushed giggle that ( surprisingly ) leaves her once she does, tossing it on the floor beside her dress. “ it's in the way, “ she informs him then, a grin tugging onto her lips.
open starter, ( @palmviewstarters ) ! location, @ coral cove park !
it's almost an ungodly hour, but she's still at the park with her mini labradoodle, using him as an excuse to stay out late & avoid going back home. she's not sure if she even wants to given the fight she's had with her best friend, the idea of maybe booking a night at the mango bay hotel becoming more & more as an option the longer she keeps on sitting at that bench, weighing her options. it's then that she spots a figure walking over, delicate fingers gripping tighter onto her rose pink defense keychain set that she's holding in her lap. luckily she's never used it given the overall safety in town but a girl can never be too careful — after all, it's the middle of the night. it's only when they come closer that she relaxes. “ hey, “ she greets, gaze averting over to look what her dog's doing around a nearby tree. “ if he runs over to you don't be alarmed, he just wants attention, “
kitten heels click against the floor as she approaches her bag , fighting the tears to remain unshed. she doesn't face lana , simply searches her property in need of analgesia to soothe the constant ache in her hip. " it clearly wasn't a joke , lana. " she mumbles but it's loud enough to be heard , a soft sniff sounding just after as she begged herself to hold it together. nell couldn't help roll her eyes at lana's next question , did she need to be anymore obvious than she was for her to understand ? yes , she was over the moon for her best friend but she'd been forgotten about more than once to dax's favour. " tell me the last time we spent time together. " she's intrigued to see if she remembers , standing up tall with her arms folded and water stinging her eyes. " i love that you've found your person , but i don't love that you continue to pick him over me and maybe that makes me selfish , but i moved back to palmview at your request and i've barely seen you. " nell knows she's sounding unreasonable , but the loneliness she's experiencing is eating her alive and she's spiralling — if lana knew her at all , she'd be able to tell.
growing upset by the second, hands come to rest on her hips as she watches her best friend pick up her things to leave, nearly fuming from her ears. if there's one thing lana barsi hates — it's being scolded, whenever being for the right reasons or not, she couldn't stand it ever since she was a little girl. when the question drops, her brows furrow together for a moment, searching for a response in her mind but failling short in such a short period of time. when was the last time they actually hung out ? sure, they lived together & saw each other around the apartment, but when did they actually spend a day, or an afternoon together ? mind's drawing a blank but she still opens her mouth to speak, only to be shut down by more accusations. accusations that sting her heart, tugging on it's string. “ pick him over you ? what are you on about ? this isn't a contest, “ she speaks her mind more quicker than she gives herself time to even let the other's words sink in — failing to read behind the lines. “ you do sound selfish, nell. and totally unreasonable ! you haven't seen me in a while and now that's a problem ? me being in love is now a problem ? why ? because you don't have anyone ? it's not my fault daniel doesn't want you ! “ words come flying out of her mouth before she can stop herself.
