#olivia 001

[autumnshowell]

seether

—outside the Cool Beans Cat Cafe

who: @wolfliviia

Elyse is at work. She's bored. She should be figuring things out, and maybe, just maybe, that's part of what she is doing, scrolling through social media, looking at pictures from May, from August. From September and October and November - thinking about the lag there, the slump in photos of them from between November and January. Thinks about how they pick up again in February - about how much more... close they seemed. And then, just like that, a few weeks later and it all drops off again.

Sitting there on Elyse's couch, she can't help a laugh at the line under an absolutely terrible picture of herself. "Look at this fucking thing."

She sees her own reply "Why THIS picture?"

It almost makes her laugh at the same time that it makes her eyes sting. She flips backwards then. Sees another random shot, one of dozens of herself shoving food in her mouth - something that once upon a time she'd have never let anybody snap a picture of, especially given why her appetite had spiked so recently - but something Aria had done a lot to make her feel less self conscious about, back when... when they were together. Just a picture of her eating breakfast in their apartment the day they'd moved in, just a week before...

She scrolls away, for her own good, wiping tears off of her face. There's a reply on it that makes her shake her head, but then when she scrolls back down, she sees the same name again. "Suggested For You!" So she clicks it. Sees... photos - from just a couple days ago. Infamy. Aria... Olivia.

I hooked up with somebody. At Infamy.

It's stomach churning, how quickly she goes from sad, so so quickly, to something redder, like her brain trips on something, smashes its face into a pile of miasmic, furious shit.

She feels how white knuckle she is, scrolling through pictures. The fucking smile is what eats at her the most. The smile, the way she's so fucking pretty. And then it's the thoughts. That she'd touched her. That she'd gotten to be happy with her, even for a second, while she gets to stew here in misery. Something scratches at the back of her brain, pulling on old barbed threads. She thumbs through old texts....

[ text to: autumn ] so fucking annoying [ text to: autumn ] but she literally is a part of it [ text to: autumn ] and she wronged you [ text to: autumn ] so why just let her go and be okay — [to: aria] because its easier if I just don’t stir shit up — [ text to: autumn ] you’re stifling yourself and that’s stupid — [to: aria] i’m keeping myself out of trouble, aria! that’s stupid? — [ text to: autumn ] you’re being boring and wondering why i’m not bothering to try and remember you — [to: aria] yeah well, one of us has to be the boring one, Aria. — [ text: autumn ] lmao? [ text: autumn ] you’re a fucking werewolf, a monster. like me. [ text: autumn ] so be one, for fuck’s sake

It makes her feel miserable, reading that all back. Small, awful, in a way she hasn't felt but one other time. Except the difference here is that Aria matters. Aria means everything to her. She feels like she's ruined that everything, and this other girl's ground zero for it. Aria's right, too - why can't she just... be what she is? Why can't she make herself stop pretending?

Does it help, if it's me?

—

It does.

It doesn't really take a long time, for Autumn to find her - the girl likes to post a lot. It's not hard to find where she goes.

But she needs this, to make herself known, to make herself heard. Because she's felt so fucking small and stupid and wrong.

She sees her, Olivia coming out of a cafe or something, like maybe she's on her way somewhere. Autumn's car halts, pulls half-long into a streetside parking spot, follows her down the street, tries to keep it.. normal, casual, like she isn't boiling over with angry, red thoughts. There's something in her that's hungry, now - hungry like she feels on a full moon. When she sees Olivia approach a gap between buildings, her pace quickens, her fingers snapping, index to thumb, middle to thumb, ring to thumb, in an anxious twitch. When Olivia does cross the gap, she gives a single look around before her shoulder checks into the side of her, pushing her into the alley. She doesn't say anythng as she recovers from it, because she can't figure out what to say, or if she needs to say anything, or if saying anything will do any good. "Fuck you." is all she can manage.

[kibble-and-kickflips]

Who: @wolfliviia Where: Greer Pet Clinic & Wound Care When: A week after the bite

Rescheduling Cosmo & Wanda’s regular checkups to be earlier than they were originally set for had nothing to do with the weird dog attack. Honestly. He was just being a responsible pet owner!

Of course, while he was here, he might as well ask his questions. Since he was already here. It would be a waste not to, right? He’d been wanting to ask around to see if anyone had answers, and who better to answer a dog question than someone at the vet’s office? He didn’t recognize the girl they had working the desk, but she seemed nice enough when he'd smiled and took the clipboard he needed to fill out. Wanda was a jumpy, finicky dog, so the fact that she had passed right over the chance to start barking at her was probably a good tell for her character.

He filled out the paperwork quickly, leaning on the counter after he handed it back. “Hey, uhm... so, you get a lot of dogs in here, right? Like, all kinds? I saw a really weird dog around town, so I was just...” He really should have figured out how he wanted to ask this before he started talking. It really didn't sound like he was serious as he was asking, already self aware that he probably sounded crazy. “Do you know if there's any that have been brought in that are, like, huge? Like, really huge. Scary huge.” 

Bigger than a wolf, clearly some kind of canine but not a regular wolf. The general look was the same, but the shape was wrong. He’d seen plenty of actual wolves in his life, but this felt more like... some kind of messed up giant wolf-dog. With mange. The kind of terrifying dog that someone would take in and name Her Ladyship Princess Snuggles the Gentle and insist was harmless when it started sizing up small children in the park. 

[ricklennox]

restaurante lefkes com @oliviabrustad

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richard sentiu o aroma de sal marinho misturado com o perfume adocicado de figos vindos do jardim do lefkes, cada nota acionando algo como nostalgia e expectativa em seu peito. vestia uma camisa de linho branca, com calça bege de corte reto — roupas escolhidas com cuidado, tentando parecer casual elegante, mas o frio na barriga denunciava que estava longe de confortável. ele quase pediu um drink para acalmar o tremor das mãos, mas desistiu; não queria deixar transparecer que o álcool era muleta para coragem. quando entrou, viu-a no salão principal, iluminada pela luz suave das lanternas gregas e sentada na mesa que beatrice indicou ter reservado para os dois. parou por um instante e franziu o cenho para ter certeza de que ela era: a descrição das roupas e da aparência combinavam, mas a insegurança sempre falava mais alto. ele se aproximou, cada passo uma vitória sobre a timidez. “ boa noite! desculpa o atraso. ” fiquei nervoso e quase desisti de vir, ele optou por guardar para si o que gritou no pensamento. não queria que a mulher pensasse que o problema estava nela. sentou-se na cadeira disponível de frente a ela. “ quer dizer... você é a olivia, indicada pela beatrice? ” a voz saiu trêmula. “ indicada não! me desculpa, não é um serviço. isso soou péssimo. ” o tão familiar riso de nervoso escapou de sua garganta, enquanto ele coçava a mão repousada em cima da mesa. “ se você quiser que eu vá embora, eu vou entender. ” ele esperou que ela negasse, o coração batia alto demais para disfarçar.

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[rafe-santos]

CLOSED START FOR: @oliviawatson​ LOCATION: eureka valley ice rink, downtown

Of all the potential faces Rafe might expect to find at the ice rink, Jame’s little sister might have been the last of them. He knew Olivia in passing, in the way that he knew her face from photos on Mei’s instagram, and a vague reverie of her brother’s wedding, which he’d unceremoniously ruined. Rafe had no occasion to know Olivia any better, aside from the fact that she was attractive, and, according to Mei, newly single. Having just finished up with some of their skaters, Rafe pushed off over towards the boards that would land him near the blonde. “Hey.” He greeted casually, a hand brushing back through his tossled, wavy hair. “You looking for Mei? She just stepped out. If you need something, I’m sure I can help you out, though.”

[aprilshea]

starter ☆ thebetterkarev

@thebetterkarev​

Sometimes, it was difficult to see Jackson and Olivia together. If April thought about it for too long, her brain would start to spin, so she tried to leave their business alone. 

It was strange, yes. But Olivia was good for Jackson. April knew that. But the fact that they were good together did nothing for the lonely ache inside her chest - in fact, it made that ache ten times worse. 

She was sitting in a booth at Joe’s with Olivia across from her. It was Friday night, and they deserved to unwind after a long week. April was beyond whooped. 

She lifted her head when she heard the door come open. And then she saw them - Alex and Jackson - both laughing and elbowing each other like they always did. 

Simultaneously, April’s gut sank and fluttered. Lately, she’d been trying to stave off the crush she had on Alex - it had come back with a vengeance and it was very, very unwelcome. 

“Don’t look now,” she said to Olivia. “But your brother and Jackson just walked in. No! I said, don’t look!”

[aprilshea]

" you want me to kick his ass? "

April wiped her face roughly with both hands. She hated crying over boys, but she was really bad at avoiding it. 

“No, it’s fine,” she told Olivia, trying to catch her breath. “It was my fault. I was the one with the stupid crush on your brother. I should’ve known it would never go anywhere. I just feel so stupid.”

[capthayes]

who: @olivialogarzo where: mercy general

In the bustling chaos of Mercy General's emergency entrance, Sierra Hayes strode in, the weight of urgency etched into every line of her body, yet controlled. She had countless times like these, navigated the thin line between life and death. The patient on the stretcher beside her—an outcome of bravery and split-second decisions under smoke and flame—was quickly whisked away by the efficient hospital staff, leaving Sierra in the sudden quiet aftermath. She ran a hand through the blonde baby hairs coming out of the ponytail, the tension not quite leaving her shoulders, her blue eyes scanning the controlled frenzy of the ER, a familiar environment in an altogether different battlefield. The weight of urgency was replaced by a lingering concern. She caught her breath, scanning the bustling corridors when her eyes fall on a familiar face. Spotting Olivia just leaving another patient's bay, Sierra made her way over, the formality of her posture softening.

"Hey, Liv," Sierra began, her voice carrying a mix of professional respect and the ease of friendship. "That was a close call out there," she paused, and motioned the rescue on the stretcher being taken by another doctor. She really needed a coffee right now. Running a hand through her hair, a gesture betraying her underlying worry, Sierra continue, "I don't usually stick around, but this one hit close to home. Kid reminded me of my rookie days, full of guts but not enough caution." Sierra's eyes held a depth of emotion, a reflection of the day's events and the toll it took on her, perhaps seeking understanding or even a semblance of comfort in Olivia's presence.

"I've seen you handle these cases before, it's why I'm here, I guess... Could you later check on them for me and let me know it's all good?" Sierra's glance toward the urgent care doors spoke volumes, her role as Fire Captain always bringing her back to the line between professional duty and personal investment.

[aprilshea]

❛ i can’t always help when you’re in trouble. ❜

April let a lout breath from her nose and felt her eyebrows come together in a deep frown.

“I didn’t ask for help,” she said harshly. “I could’ve handled that guy on my own. I have a red belt in karate, you know!