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kokonoooi · 3 months ago

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》》LOUIS VUITTON HER HUSBAND - hajime kokonoi x black!fem reader

★ ―table of contents

I. paper money.. [☆]

II. like a jellyfish..

III. drag me under..

IV. time not to be wasted..

V. louis vuitton her husband..

➛ syn: kokonoi x black!stripper! reader. the haitanis are sent out of the country on an assignment for mikey, leaving kokonoi in charge of their most popular strip club where a mysterious new dancer has just been hired..

inspired by ➛ this.

➛overall warnings: language, mentions of nudity, mentions of illegal activities, explicit sexual content. more tbd. minors/blank/ageless dni.

➛chapter warning(s): language, mentions of female nudity. not much happens this chapter (it's only the intro🤭)

➛wc: 2.4k

This was definitely something Kokonoi wasn’t used to…

He’d much rather be back at Bonten’s headquarters, squared away at his desk with his laptop and a steaming cup of coffee or tea, but no–

Mikey had sent Ran and Rindou out of Japan on what he called ‘essential international business’, and who did the brothers decide to leave in charge of their beloved strip club?

Why, him, of course.

Not that Koko wasn’t a good fit for the job — no, quite the contrary. Having graduated from one of Tokyo’s most prestigious business schools (paid for with blood money from Bonten, of course), he was the most logical and obvious choice to oversee the affairs of the club while the Haitanis were away.

So that’s what brought the white-haired man here tonight. It would be his first night managing the club, making sure all the dancers were taken care of and that no drama was occurring.

If there was drama, then there was bullshit; if there was bullshit, then money wasn’t being made.

And that’s one thing that Kokonoi would not let happen under any circumstances.

“Good evening, sir. Please, go right this way to the office. You can get set up there before the first set of the night.” The doorman spoke to Koko, who in turn nodded without a word as he was led to the ornate elevator that would take him to the top floor of the club.

The top floor was where the Haitanis’ offices were located, but Koko would have his own office during his stint as club manager.

“I can take it from here, thanks.” He spoke to the doorman, who immediately bowed and left the room, going back towards the elevator and the lower level of the club to resume his duties.

The entire office was decorated ornately with black leather furniture, polished black marble tables, and various live plants tucked into each corner of the room. A full bar sat against one wall, stocked with numerous bottles of alcohol, water, tea, and soda.

‘I’ll be partaking in that a bit later,’ Koko chuckled to himself as he situated himself behind the large oak desk and took out his laptop. A small remote sat atop the desk, which he assumed controlled the large TV monitor in front of him.

Upon pressing the large red button at the top, the screen flicked on and he was presented with a view of the entire club.

“Convenient.”

With the press of a few buttons, he had already learned how to zoom, pan, enlarge, and minimize each screen.

Kokonoi continued playing with the buttons on the remote until a particular sight caught his eye:

The hallway outside the strippers’ dressing room.

Squinting his almond-shaped eyes, Koko pressed the button to zoom in to a still-shot of one of the dancers leaving the room and making her way out into the hallway.

He’d been to every one of the Haitanis’ club several times over, watched many women dance on stage and thrown money on them, but he would for sure have remembered a body shaped like yours.

You were dressed in a black, hip-length trenchcoat with the ties dragging behind you on the floor. He could see just a sliver of the diamond-encrusted thong you were wearing, the sparkly gems highlighting the curves of your voluptuous behind.

“Goddamn.”

The word left his slightly parted lips before he could think about it.

Not only did you have the roundest, juiciest ass he’d ever seen (and he’d seen a LOT of asses), the swagger in your walk let him know that you meant business.

And he couldn't be more correct.

As these titillating thoughts traveled through his mind, the bleached-haired male had failed to realize that your form was no longer visible on the camera.

The loud thump of heavy bass music shook the bottom floor of the club, and the DJ’s voice came over the loudspeakers, introducing one of the club’s newest acts:

Diamond.

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‘Ask around about her

She don’t get emotional

Kill off all her feelings

That’s why she ain’t approachable’

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A Few Moments Earlier…

Seated at your vanity halfway towards the back of the large dressing room (that was really more like a miniature luxury hotel suite), you calmly brushed your hair while two dancers argued back and forth over - who really knew?

Oh, one girl was claiming that the other had stolen her money and now she wanted to fight. Titties hanging out and all, she continued getting all up in the girl’s face, pointing her long nail right between the girl’s eyes.

“Diamond, you always act all nonchalant ‘bout everythang. You know that hoe wrong as fuck for that!” Another dancer instigated, trying to get you involved in the mess unfolding before you.

What other way was there for you to act? You were here for one reason and one reason only:

To get paid.

When the Haitanis hired you, they made it crystal clear what your purpose here was: to look good, raise dicks, and make them money. Some of the girls just thought that you were a little too good at what you did.

So good, that many of them accused you of fucking the Haitanis on the side for extra money.

Like a duck with water, you just let their comments roll off your back. You were doing what you had to do to survive, so you didn’t care if you made friends here. Most of these bitches were two-timing and fake as hell anyway.

You didn’t respond to the random girl’s comment, only slipped your arms through the sleeves of your coat and stood from your chair. Your set was to start in a few minutes, so you had no time to waste on their frivolous argument.

“That ain’t got shit to do with me.”

The click of your heels on the cold, marble floor echoed in the room as everyone suddenly got quiet. You always elicited that type of response whenever you spoke, because you hardly did.

A goal was set in your mind when you applied to work at this club, and you’d do everything in your power to achieve it.

The two girls that were arguing (or the one girl who was arguing by herself) moved out of your way so you could leave the dressing room, surprised expressions on their faces. Clearly they were used to the attention that petty drama would bring, but you really couldn’t care less what they did.

As you approached the stage, bright, white spotlights flickered on, following you up to the pole.

“Now introducing the newest addition to our late-night, grown and sexy set - Diamond!”

Cheers erupted around the floor as the music started. You took hold of the pole with one hand, slowly walking around it, sliding your black-gloved hands up its smooth, slippery surface.

Wrapping one leg around it, your swung your body around, and using one hand you continued to twist around until you had climbed to the very top of the pole.

The diamonds in your black cateye mask glittered under the lights. Gripping the pole with both hands, you threw your head back, your long black ponytail falling beneath you like a tail as you spread your legs into a ‘V’ shape and slowly lowered yourself to the floor.

Your brown eyes scanned the crowd as you dropped to your knees, crawling across the floor where bills had already begun to scatter. The faces of the usual club patrons stared back at you, their eyes full of unbridled lust as they ached for you to get close enough for them to stuff dollars into your thong.

Smiling slyly, you wagged your gloved finger at them before strutting back to the pole, letting your trench coat drop onto the floor to reveal your black thong bikini, a strip of diamonds embedded into the crack of your ass.

Bending over to touch your toes, your hair swished against the floor before you grabbed the bottom of the pole, swinging your legs up and twisting your body around. Your breasts lay against your chest beautifully, brown nipples covered by black heart-shaped pasties with diamond tassels hanging from them.

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‘Okay ‘lil mama had a swag like mine,

She even wear her hair down her back like mine..’

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“Thank you.”

Kokonoi nodded at the bottle girl that brought over an ice-filled bucket with his choice of champagne. On nights like this after a particularly long meeting with Bonten’s investors, he’d opt for a few shots of hard liquor, but tonight he wanted to stay sober for this particular act.

There she was, the girl from the security cam footage right in front of him.

You were even more beautiful in person, the way the lights highlighted your silky-looking brown skin, making the white diamonds contrast so perfectly against the melanated tone.

Koko pushed a handful of his platinum-white hair behind his shoulder, the black ink of the Bonten tattoo imprinted on his scalp standing out against the bleached strands.

He idly swirled his glass of champagne around, the stem clutched between two long and scrawny fingers as he observed the woman dancing on stage.

Finally, he dipped a ring-covered pinky between his lower lip and bottom row of teeth, slipping the 24-karat white gold and diamond-encrusted grill out of his mouth and setting it on a napkin imprinted with the Haitanis’ club logo.

He took a long sip of his champagne, dark brown eyes travelling over every inch of your figure as your body swayed seductively to the music, your best assets out on display right in front of him.

As if you were dancing just for him.

Reaching into the pocket of his black tailored suit jacket, he produced a wad of crisp bills and used his fingers to peel a couple off.

The stage was slowly becoming covered in currency notes - most of them Japanese yen, but many were also American dollars, since many girls that were hired here came from the States.

Ran Haitani had an eye for exotic-looking women; the club was filled with girls from many different ethnic backgrounds, a rainbow of colors to fit anyone’s preferences.

Kokonoi finished off the last splash of champagne in his glass and leaned forward, tossing the bills onto the stage in front of him. His deep-slanted eyes studied you hard, attempting to catch your attention so you’d come over to him.

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On stage, you could feel a domineering presence over you as you ground your body against the pole and over the floor, rolling over the steadily growing pile of money that would be all yours once you finished.

Your right palm began to itch with the urge to count the money, but you still had a few moments left in the song.

The feeling of being watched followed you around the stage, eyes that you hadn’t yet seen raking over your body and drinking in every dip and curve of your exposed form.

Feelings of shame and vulnerability had long left you since you began dancing - now you reveled in the attention that you received from the club patrons.

Out of the corner of your eye, a blot of white moved towards you and before you knew it, a man with long, snow-colored hair was tossing money onto your stage.

He was dressed in a very expensive designer suit, tailored to perfection with diamond cufflinks set at his wrists. His hair fell around his shoulders and down his back like a pristine cape of glittering pale silk.

He was, dare you say it, ethereal. The most attractive man you’d ever seen, and the Haitanis weren’t nothing to sneeze at themselves.

This man, though, his aura exuded something more mature and sophisticated than the playful brothers that you’d come to know as your bosses.

You naturally gravitated towards him, crawling on your knees like a cat on the prowl.

His table was situated right at the end of your stage - if you leaned your head down, you’d be face to face with the mysterious man.

Big brown eyes peered out of the eyeholes of your mask as he reclined back in his seat, a confident smirk set across his handsomely effeminate features.

Long, black eyelashes laid across half-lidded almond-shaped brown eyes. A diamond-shaped jawline extended into the smooth curve of his neck, his light-colored skin paled against the dark fabric of his suit.

He had to be someone of great importance, because only valued patrons (those with the most money) and Bonten’s executives could sit that close to the stage.

And that’s when you saw it - the unmistakable tattoo of the criminal organization, the same one that belonged to your employers, tattooed right against the man’s temple.

As your song ended, bouncers rushed onto the stage with black bags to gather the money that had accrued during your set. You carefully backed away on your knees before you stood up and gathered your black coat, shooting one last glance towards the man before you exited the stage.

Leaving a sea of paper money in your wake.

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‘Give it up for Diamond everybody!’

The DJ’s voice sounded far away to Koko as he exited the club floor. More loud applause erupted for the woman, whom he saw leave the stage and disappear into the back hallway where the locker rooms were.

He was going to catch you before you could leave.

A pathway was made so the Bonten executive could maneuver his way back to the elevators that would take him to any level of the club that he desired.

An elevator operator stood poised at the doors to the machine, positioned to greet the man as he approached.

Koko grabbed hold of his shoulder, briefly shocking the man whose countenance turned from one of professionalism to slight fear at the harsh grip that Koko held him with.

“I need you to find a girl for me. Have one of the bouncers send her to one of the empty VIP rooms to wait for me.”

The operator visibly relaxed, thankful that he hadn’t somehow incurred the wrath of the powerful man in front of him.

“Y-y-es sir! Right away! Which girl would you like me to tell them to send up, sir?”

A moment of silence before a flash of something mischievous crossed over Koko’s eyes. He relaxed his grip on the man’s shoulder and moved to step into the open elevator. With his back to the operator, he uttered the name of the woman that managed to capture his interest and attention:

“...Diamond.”

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◇ taglist. ◇ ao3. thanks to @ranspuppy & @prncessrindou for beta reading this for me! xo

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dawn-iscozy · 4 months ago

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” masterlist:

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SUMMARY: rora wasn't sure how she ended up in this situation - a spicy, sweet relationship with 8 wonderful men, one of them being a coworker, all of them being friends with each other. one night, it was just her and her cat. one night it was her being coerced by her co-workers to go out with them after work. one night, it was them abandoning her at the door and two very attractive men walking up to her at the bar. one night, it was her going home with them, having the best sex of her life. and next thing she knew, one night turned into two, into a whole weekend, into her meeting and consequently falling for the rest of their friend group.

all she did know, though, was that she was loving it. loving them, how she feels with them. and she wouldn't change a single thing about it.

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i'm still on the brink of denial about it). implied queer oc. loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses. things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but like, I'm a sucker for these men and for the way I've written them and I just can't stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn't make any sense, I'm going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic, too (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off).

STATUS: ONGOING

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 82k

CHAPTERS:

♡ i: warm between them [released: 2.26.25]

♡ ii: soft & warm [released: 3.2.25]

♡ iii: hard & soft [released: 3.8.25]

♡ iv: even in the falling rain [released: 3.15.25]

♡ v: teddy bear [released: 3.29.25]

♡ vi: blankets of warmth [released: 4.12.25]

♡ vii: cooking something up [released: 5.4.25]

♡ viii: sticky sweet [released: 5.18.25]

♡ ix: warm mornings [released: 5.31.25]

♡ x: like cotton candy [coming soon!]

♡ xi: [tbd]

♡ xii: [tbd]

♡ more coming soon...

♡ holiday spin-off: " a little warmth in winter " [released: 12.31.24]

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arsionem · 10 months ago

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☽ moonstruck ☾ / posting schedule _(:з)∠)_

listen guys the ao3 curse is a real thing i won’t gross u out with the details but it’s been a tumultuous couple of weeks for this writer and ya know what commissioned artists are not immune either :T @millardhatesyou actually does hate me i think ;-;

anyway, we persevere. here’s the upload schedule :)

part i: visiting the cloud recesses

ch. 1 - 5 are up ^^

part ii: idle at lotus pier

ch. 6 - september 26

ch. 7 - october 3

ch. 8 - october 17

ch. 9 - october 24

ch. 10 - october 31

part iii: cursed in the wisteria groves

ch. 11 - november 4

ch. 12 - november 5

ch. 13 - november 6

ch. 14 - november 7

ch. 15 - november 8

part iv: recovering in gusu

ch. 16 - november 29

ch. 17 - december 6

ch. 18 - december 13

ch. 19 - december 20

ch. 20 - december 27

part v: severed across the cultivation world

ch. 21 - march 6

ch. 22 - march 13

ch. 23 - march 20

ch. 24 - delayed :(

ch. 25 - TBD

part vi: ???

ch. 26-30 - TBD

#moonstruck #xicheng #fanfic #jiang cheng #lan xichen #mxtx #ao3 curse

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loverseon · 1 year ago

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SOUL SWAP .ᐟ masterlist coming soon ᯓ★

pairing female reader x ???

genre royal au, fantasy, kinda mystery ish

synopsis you wake up in a bedroom thats not your own. curtains that arent your own, bed thats not your own. a life thats not your own. no one around you seems to take you very seriously when you try and explain that youre… not exactly who they think you are. but hey, who are you to complain when everywhere you look theres a handsome man who wants you?

word count tbd (around 30k+)

warnings angst, fluff, themes of death, suggestive (tbz being sexy what can i say) cursing, slow burn, gradual pairing reveal, will add more tags as we progress

teaser one moodboard playlist

part i. the dream of the golden bedroom

part ii. the hero of the first water

part iii. the saviour of the fallen

part iv. the master of the wild

part v. the commander of the gods

part vi. the ceremony of the conqueror

part vii. the end of the beginning

part viii. epilogue: the princess of stars

a/n shakes u by the shoulders ohhhh its happeninf its happeningg

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hatredcurse · 1 year ago

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❝ Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. ❞ said Chitose || @shinobinvku

Kakashi listened to Chitose as she delivered her wise proverbs to him. He heard alright, but he didn't care too much to comment on it. "I know." Was all he bothered to say about it. She didn't need to know about the seven Hells he's been through, nor did he want her to care, either. The torment he enshrined himself in was of his own making and he endeavored to burn in it alone.

"What's spurring this on?"

#Kakashi ic #v. TBD (Part II)#.closed starter #shinobinvku #q

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jinxyvvrites · 9 days ago

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-- summer of 85 [ act ii ]

Warnings:

Writer's own interpretation of Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove + Steve's kiddos and others tbd. No sci-fi / upside down. Angst - a lil bit, Awkwardness of two former best friends 'reconnecting'. Swearing. Mentions of alcohol, drinking, house parties. Eventual filth -if I don't get bored of this and just stop working on it. Mentions of an affair -reader's father / teenage pregnancy -reader's older sister, in this chapter.

Heavily characterized / self-inserted reader, to an extent. These characteristics include but are not limited to: Reader is female. Reader is shorter than Steve/Tommy - think like.. 5'2 ish, Reader has long curly hair -think 90's Mariah curls, Reader is a cheerleader but she is v. much anti-popularity and a bit of a social butterfly. Reader is interested in dance and wants to make it a career path in the future... For now. Reader is v. maternal. Reader also likes makeup/shopping but is far too lazy to make any real efforts to look good most of the time. Reader is Tommy's former childhood crush/best friend / first love / neighbor across the street. Reader has a cheating father who rarely contacts her + an adorable little niece who will be a star in this + an older sister that is hinted to have gotten pregnant before finishing high school. Beyond this very specific description, the rest is up to you babes.

If any of the above is going to bother you, this is not the fic for you. I repeat.. if anything I've warned about above is a no from you.. Do not continue reading.

Word Count:

3.6k+

Pairing(s):

Reader x Tommy, mostly past-tense unless I decide to dabble here and there.

Reader X Steve, endgame, eventual

Robin X Vicky, crush / one sided

Robin X Nancy, endgame, eventual

Previous Parts:

right here

Snippet:

“I just want us back, pixie.” he goes quiet, staring down at jean-clad legs.

You take a sip of your cherry Coke.

“Me too, Tom-Tom… Me too.” you finally admit, going quiet.

( TWO )

The line of cars parked at the curb in front of her house had Tommy peering out his bedroom window.

“What the hell is goin’ on over there?” he wonders to himself.

He’s a little worried, he overheard you telling that chick Robin -or was it Barb, the know-it-all pain in the ass?- that your grandpa wasn’t in the best of health and that’s why you’d gone to spend part of the summer in Florida.

He reaches for the cordless phone on his desk, just about to call you when his mother knocks lightly at his bedroom door.

“Thomas?”

“Yeah, ma?”

“Are you busy, son?”

“Not ‘til 10, why?” Tommy asks, grumbling to himself. He steps over to his bedroom door and pulls it open, leaning in the frame.

His little sister is standing on the other side with a huge brightly colored gift bag.

“Will you take Mari over to little Ruby’s birthday party, sweetheart?” his mother asks, giving him an apologetic smile. “You shouldn’t have t’ stay terribly long if…” she trails off. Mutters something about not understanding why he’s no longer friends with the pretty little girl next door who always used to come over and Tommy tenses up. “Ask her, ma.” he mutters quietly, giving a shrug.

“Can you pretty please take me, Tommy?” his little sister asks, grabbing onto the leg of his jeans dramatically. “Pretty please with cherries on top?”

He swallows down the lump in his throat and nods. “Yeah. I’ll take y’ over, short stuff. Go grab some shoes, I’ll be down in a second.”

He just needs… A few minutes.

To get himself together. To make himself seem nonchalant, unbothered by the fact that the girl he’s always considered his girl, hasn’t spoken to him in years and suddenly, he’s gonna have to show up at her niece’s birthday party and somehow, he’ll have to be okay.

,, shit.. Guess I better find somethin’ else t’ wear.” - dark brown eyes catch on his reflection in the mirror and he drags a hand over his head, blowing out a breath.

He strips off the muscle shirt and old oil-stained jeans he’d been wearing earlier to go out and work on his car, and he digs around in the hamper frantically. After tossing several articles of clothing onto the floor, his older sister Sage finds him sifting through a pile of clothes he hasn’t looked twice at, let alone bothered to wear.

She laughs softly, slinking into his bedroom.

“What?” Tommy asks, giving his older sister a dirty look. She nods to the clothing pile. “Hot date, Thomas?”

“Told ma I’d take Mari over t’ that kid Ruby’s birthday party.”

Sage gives him a knowing smirk. “And ___, she’ll be there, yeah?”

Tommy flips his older sister off. “Yeah. And?” he snaps. “It’s not cos of that, Sage.”

“Riiight.” Sage rolls her eyes. “Sure it’s not.”

The silence settles in and Sage speaks up quietly. “Wear the white t-shirt and the darker blue jeans.”

Tommy rolls his eyes but grabs the shirt and jeans his older sister is talking about. As he’s about to step into his bathroom and change, his sister clears her throat. “Y’know.. If you’d just confront her about ditching you back then you’d feel a lot better… Right?”

Tommy mimics his sister. “Yeah, well.. I’d really rather not.”

“Chicken.”

He shrugs it off. “Fine.. Since you’re gonna keep on my ass about it, I’d rather leave it all hangin than have it be…” - he hesitates on the word over, because he can’t even wrap his head around his life without her in it, even if she’s just.. Kind of lurking there. Perpetually out of his reach and orbit.

Just knowing she’s around if he wants to reach out, that’s kept him going this long.

“At least think about trying to talk to her, Thomas.” his sister suggests before slinking out of his bedroom, letting the door bang shut softly behind her.

Tommy raises his middle finger at the closed door and takes one last look at himself in the mirror.

“ This is gonna have t’ work. I’m not a fuckin’ prettyboy like Hargrove or Harrington.” he mutters, slipping his feet into a pair of Converse.

He hesitates at his bedroom door for a few seconds to try and pull himself together. A deep breath or two later, he wanders down the stairs and into the living room, flopping himself onto his mom’s sofa.

“You ready, Mari?”

His little sister nods. “Can ya put my bow in straight, Tommy?” she asks, holding out a bright red hairbow to her big brother. Tommy takes the bow and grabs the hairbrush sitting on the coffee table, nodding to the floor in front of him.

“How about this, short stuff? Let’s fix your ponytail first, hm?” he asks, pulling the elastic out of her hair, clenching it between his lips as he works his little sister’s long, dark hair up into a slightly less crooked ponytail. As he finishes re-twisting the elastic into thick strands, she reaches down, grabbing her bow to hand to him.

Tommy fastens the bow into her hair and she spins around, throwing little arms around his neck. “Thank you!”

Tommy chuckles. “We should probably get goin, huh?”

“Mhm.”

He stands and his little sister climbs up onto the couch, grabbing hold of him so that she can climb onto his back. Tommy grabs the gift bag and they head out the door.

“ Don't freak out..”

Nothing your older sister has ever said ends on a good note when she's leading with that. You put down your lip balm and spin around in your chair, brow raised. “Yeah?”

“Mom and Mrs. Hagan were talking earlier and…” your sister grimaces and pauses for what feels like a lifetime. In the meantime, your stomach is doing flips and you’re getting a strong feeling you know exactly what your sister is about to tell you. “Okay?” you question, tapping your fingers against the top of your vanity desk, “Are you actually gonna tell me or make me–” you trail off as it clicks. “She didn't."

“Ruby and Marisol are friends…”

“So he's gonna be here.. like.. at the party?” you ask, rubbing your forehead as you mumble and complain about the way your mom likes to butt in.

“Maybe he won't show up.” your sister coaxes.

“Maybe not. A little kid birthday party isn't exactly his scene these days..” you eye your reflection in the mirror critically, shaking your head. “Can't risk it, I'm gonna chang–” you're grabbing up a swimsuit top and shorts that make you feel less…exposed, your sister stops you, shaking her head. “Wear it! It's cute and Ruby is wearing the same color, she'll be sad if you change.”

“I dunno.”

“I thought you didn’t give a shit what anybody thinks anymore, hmm?”

“Fiiiine, but if my tits pop out or aunt Sandra says one word about my cute little tummy, I swear to God I'm haunting you when I die of embarrassment.”

“Fair enough.”

Your mom peeks into your room grinning. “Guess who came to see you, Teeny?”

“I see him standing behind you.” you give Tommy a little wave. Your mom is grinning ear to ear. “We'll just leave you two alone.” she nods to your older sister who smirks at you on her way out.

Tommy lingers in the doorway, arms folded.

“You can come in.” you're standing in front of him, head tilted slightly as you look up at him. He fills the doorway, making himself taller, with an arm raised. “You sure?” he finally asks as soon as he realizes he's staring too damn hard and drifting too damn close to you. You step a little closer, grimacing as you look up at a fading black eye.

“The other guy looks worse.”

“Mhm.” you mumble. The air is thick, tension so high you can almost hear it hum in your ears. When your fingertips graze against bruised skin, he swallows hard, trying to rid himself of the massive lump that's formed in his throat all of a sudden.

“What happened?” you ask, pulling your hand away.

“Hargrove wouldn't shut his fucking mouth earlier.”

You raise a brow. “Oh.”

He steps closer to you. Gives you an awkward smile. “Bet you're glad the braces finally came off, huh?”

You laugh quietly and you nod. “Yeah, having a mouth full of metal really bites.”

The shared laughter dies and even though you don't want to, you step away a little, pulling him into your room. The door bangs shut behind him softly and Tommy’s eyes dart around as he acquaints himself with your room all over again.

He spots a stuffed black cat he won for you at a carnival back in 7th grade as he’s looking around. He wanders over and picks it up, turning it over in his hands. “You still have this?” he asks, looking up at you as you apply your mascara.

You meet his gaze in the mirror. You smile and nod. “Duh, was I gonna just throw away a perfectly snuggly stuffed animal, Tom Tom?”

The old pet-name slips out before you catch it. You cringe a little, laughing softly at yourself. “Sorry..”

Tommy grins a little, shrugging it off. “It’s not a big deal, pixie.”

He says it’s not a big deal. Then he goes and uses the nickname you haven’t heard -or allowed- anybody to use in literal years. While he’s stood in your bedroom, all freckles and dark,deep eyes.. Broad shoulders and that fucking smirk.

You feel like you’re going to melt inside.

You take a second or two to pause before you apply another coat of mascara because there’s this little shake to your hand and you don’t trust yourself not to mess it up.

“Y’know you can sit down.. Right?” you finally speak up just as the tension is reaching a fever pitch and you can’t take another second of it.

He eyes your bed with it’s rumpled leopard print sheets and pink comforter for a few seconds. You’re staring so hard that you see the smallest bob of his throat as he swallows hard.

You laugh and shake your head. “Or just stand there. It’s not gonna take me much longer.”

Instead of flopping down on your bed, he wanders over. Stops behind the pink velvet covered chair you’re sitting on with one hand at the top of the back of it. “Y’know you don’t need all this crap..” he gestures to your makeup, “Right?”

“No,but..” you smirk as you lock eyes with him in the mirror, “I like it.”

“Just seems like a hassle t’ me, pixie.” he’s close enough that the warmth of his breath tickles your neck, staring at the two of you in the mirror. You shiver a little and he chuckles quietly. “Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah.” you answer quick. Maybe a little too quick. “Just peachy, Tom-Tom.”

The scent of cologne, his apple shampoo and the faintest trace of cigarette envelopes the space between the two of you and you want to punch yourself right in the face because it practically has you swooning.

,, I have got to get a grip. I know how he is now, he’s not the same Tommy anymore.” - the thought prompts you to steel yourself.. Or at least do a little better job attempting to. At least you’re trying until the other side of your mind weighs in, ,, But what if he is. What if he’s just buried it? What if..”

You finish your mascara and stand because you have to get out of your room. The walls feel like they’re about to close in on the two of you and the air is way too heavy. There’s too much silence, too many things you want to say but are afraid to..

He isn’t expecting it so this puts you body to body with him as soon as he’s stepped away from the back of your chair. His hand grazes your hip, your eyes dart down when he doesn’t drop his hand.

And then he does and while he’s not paying any attention, you’re pouting to yourself about it.

“We should uh.. Probably get downstairs.” you manage to mumble, Tommy nodding in agreement as he walks over, opening your bedroom door and motions to the hallway. “After you.”

As the two of you make your way down the stairs and out into your backyard, you can just feel that tension multiplying.

It feels like there’s not enough air in your lungs.

“Do you think they talked?” your mother asks your older sister as soon as she catches sight of you and Tommy. Your older sister shrugs. “You do realize that people grow and change, right, ma?”

“I know, it’s just they were always so cute together and Rosalie and I both feel…” but your sister is already shaking her head. “She’s gotta find her own person, mama. If it’s Tommy, great. If it’s anybody else, that’ll be fine too.”

“I know, it’s just.. We know Tommy. He can’t be as bad as Joey.”

“Or that little prick Dante, remember him?” your aunt Marlene speaks up, sipping on a mojito. She’s gazing in your direction, watching the way you and Tommy interact with each other like a hawk.

“Mom, she’s a kid. We make mistakes, remember?” your sister points out. Your mom sighs. “I know, I just don’t want her t’ end up like me..”

“Or me.” your sister gives your mom a wounded look as she takes a sip of her drink. “You were thinking that, right?”

Your mom shakes her head. “Sweetie, no.. absolutely not. Paul is a sweet man.”

“But I did everything backwards.”

“But it works for you.” your mom smiles and your sister relaxes, even if it’s only a little.

She glances over at you and Tommy, currently sitting on the grass. Neither of you seem to be talking. There seems to be a little awkwardness.

“I don’t think they talked.” your sister tells your mom and your mom frowns. “I just wish I knew what happened, why they stopped being so close.”

“Diane Perkins daughter happened, Ma. That’s precisely what happened to them. Tommy had a crush on Carol, Teeny had a crush on Tommy, when he started dating her, Teeny just backed off. And honestly, that’s not a bad thing.”

“But to throw away a whole friendship?” your mom questions.

“Because she didn’t want to be forced to watch him change, ma.” your sister mutters and your mom sighs, shaking her head.

She shares a laugh with your aunt. “I certainly don’t remember it being this complicated when we were kids, do you?”

Your aunt laughs softly. “It had its moments.”she admits, going quiet.

“I bet our moms arranged this.” Tommy’s thought shatters the current silence between the two of you. You gaze over at your mom and shrug, laughing. “Most likely.”

“I’m pretty damn sure mine did.” Tommy admits.

“I won’t disagree in the case of mine, either.” you mumble. “Tommy, I–..” you trail off, a soft Nevermind tacked onto the end of what you’d been about to say.

“What?” Tommy asks, turning slightly so that he’s facing you.

You shrug. Pick at the pink polish on your nails. “ I miss being friends.”

Tommy nods. Clearing his throat.

“Me too.”

It stings a little because like always, he wants to be so much more than just your friend. It’s the whole reason he's made himself believe choosing Carol was the right way to go. Fear held him back. It still does, otherwise he'd be going for it right now, while he knows he has your attention.

Truthfully, he thinks to himself, it was the easier way to go. Instead of trying, instead of taking the risk of losing the girl I really liked, I took the easy way out. And it hurt like hell in the end because now I kinda don't have either one of em.”

“So..” you mutter. There’s even more tension between the two of you now and you can’t just sit next to him in it. It’s got you on edge, almost folded into yourself.

“So..”

The two of you laugh quietly and you scoot a little closer before you can stop yourself.

“How’s it feel to be done with Hawkins?” you ask, going quiet. Tommy shrugs. “Just gotta get through college now.. Then it’s off t’ flight school, I guess.. Or the Marines, haven’t decided yet. My uncle and Tony both went that route.”

You swallow hard, nodding.

He chuckles.

“How’s it feel t’ know you’ve still got one more year left, little girl?” he’s teasing you, you roll your eyes and pout. “I am not a little girl.” you assert, flipping him off jokingly. You go quiet and then you shrug.

“I guess it’s not so bad. It could be a lot worse.”

“Gonna miss your face next year, pixie.” Tommy blurts it out before he can stop himself and there goes that swarm of butterflies in your tummy all over again.

“Gonna miss your face next year too.” you admit, going quiet. He’s moved closer to you, you’re watching your niece and his little sister play with all the other little girls that your older sister invited for Ruby’s birthday.

“Remember when we were that little?” you ask, nodding to the little girls. Tommy snickers quietly. “Yeah.”

“It’s so easy for them now.” you muse, shrugging.

“Sweetie!” your mom calls you over and you pull yourself up off the grass. “Yeah, ma?”

“Why don’t you and Tommy go and see if there’s any ice cream at Big Buy?”

You glance up at Tommy. He shrugs, grinning a little at your mom. Your sister smirks, looking from you to Tommy. “Maybe let Tommy drive, sis? There’s way too many cars parked at the curb to risk you behind the wheel.”

“Bite me, sis.” you roll your eyes.

Tommy’s staring down at you, amused.

“She almost made Coach Keller piss himself, actually.” Tommy admits, laughing. You pout up at him and he chuckles quietly.

“I’m not that bad.”

“You almost hit the curb this morning, woman!” Tommy laughs, teasing gleam in his eyes when he says it and you raise a brow. He chuckles. “I saw you earlier, trying t’ pull in after cheer camp.”

“Oh haha.” you pout.

As the two of you wander back into the house to grab your keys, Tommy’s staring at you and he can’t stop himself from smiling.

Maybe this afternoon won’t be the hell he’d been thinking before coming over.

,,Maybe, he thinks, if I play my cards right, I can get the nerve to do.. Something.. Before some asshole like Hargrove or Harrington beats me to it..”

The adults are still downstairs, the group of little girls attending your nieces party have all crashed into a pillow fort Ruby begged you and Tommy to build for them. The two of you retreat to your room and you flop across your bed, reaching for the TV remote.

As the Miami Vice theme song starts, you can feel him staring.

“Not a word, Tom Tom.”

He shrugs beside you, chuckling, grumbling under his breath about you and your daddy issues. You roll your eyes and turn slightly, giving him a dirty look.

“Ha ha ha.”

You stick out your tongue and the way it rests against your lips has him staring super hard for at least five seconds. To a point where you giggle all soft under your own breath and roll your eyes yet again.

“Stick it out again, pixie.” Tommy warns, holding your gaze intently. “I dare you. Go ahead.”

You swallow hard because suddenly it feels like all the air in the room is gone and you can’t breathe. You laugh and shake your head. “Now why would I wanna go and do a thing like that, hm?”

Tommy shrugs. “I thought you were the wildest girl at Hawkins High, though.”

“Meh.. Depends on the situation.” you shrug and laugh, reaching out to grab the television remote from between the two of you. Tommy sits there quietly, staring at the tv set as he wraps his head around how not horribly the day has gone so far.

And he can’t take another second, he’s gotta know. He’s gotta know why you stopped talking, stopped coming around back in 9th grade.

He reaches out, prying the remote from your hand.

“Why’d you ditch me?”

You flinch just a little. Sighing as you take a few seconds. You need to choose your words wisely, you know this. After a long pause, you finally turn so that you’re sat facing him.

“Because I loved you way too much t’ end up losing you. I knew that was what was going to happen because Carol and her friends, they’re…” you rub your face. “They’re the worst. They taint everything.”

Tommy nods,mulling over your answer. Then the fact that you said you loved him hits and his mouth drops open.

“Whoa, wait.. You..” he has a hard time getting words to come until finally, they do, “You loved me?”

“With every cell in my childish body, Tom-Tom.” - what you’re not saying is that to an extent, you still feel something. It’s not clear and it’s not the same as before, but you never actually lost feelings for him back then.

You’d just had your family torn apart by your father’s affair.. You couldn’t stand to stand back and watch your best friend, the boy you were in ‘love’ with at the time twist himself inside out to fit in with Carol and the rest of the cool kids. You didn’t want him to feel like he was forced to keep you in his life, either.

You accepted it at the time as two people growing. Changing.

“Loving somebody isn’t childish, though.” Tommy mutters. You nod. “I just want us back, pixie.” he goes quiet, staring down at jean-clad legs.

You take a sip of your cherry Coke.

“Me too, Tom-Tom… Me too.” you finally admit, going quiet.

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Won't Say I'm In Love (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) - part xvi

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader; past carlos alcaraz x fem!reader

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers, tbd

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

series: part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi, part vii. part viii, part ix, part x, part xi, part xii, part xiii, part xiv, part xv, tbd.

bonus: one, two, three, four, five

a/n: sorry everyone, i got sick again!

July 11-12, 2025

[Excerpt: BBC Sport Commentary]

“And now, it’s Y/N L/N serving for the championship. Only three women have ever managed to win a Season Slam, and Y/N is well on her way to do so if she can hang on to her serve here. It's - oh, in the net. Her second serve hasn't been great on grass, but it's gotten her this far [...]

Oh and there it is! What a historic moment! Her first ever Wimbledon title, and what a beautiful way to win it. A great passing forehand that Sabalenka could've never reached in time. And what a terrible end for the Belarusian who's been so strong all year, who had an opportunity to win this match at the start. But it's L/N who fought her way back, and turned the momentum around.

Just look at the disbelief and joy on L/N's face, as she makes her way to her coaching team and family. Her parents, who are always incredibly nice, by the way. Who sometimes don't come because the nerves get too much, but who find the prospect of no family support 'way worse'. Her coach Kim Clijsters, whose best result here was a semi-final. Oh, and there's a long hug for her friends, including Lando Norris, Formula One Driver and currently leader of the World Championship as well himself. Now, she makes her way back down to the court -- oh and there's a cheeky wave at none other than Sebastian Stan -- where she will receive her trophy momentarily."

July 13 - 15, 2025

[Excerpt: Post-Win Interview with Y/N L/N]

"What an amazing turn-around! How did you manage to stay so focused?"

I didn't, ha! I think it's very clear that I lost my cool for a little at the start. But it was also a way for me to get those frustrations out and clear my head. You know, Roger Federer said that you are lucky to win 54% of the points you play. So I tried to tell myself - okay, it's just a point. It's just one point. That's always been my philosophy, but it's hard sometimes to stick to it. I'm lucky I found a way to do so when it mattered most.

"Grass has been historically a difficult surface for you, but this time you challenged yourself to also play doubles. How will you make sure that you're well rested to go for the hard-court season?"

Grass is definitely more challenging for me. It's more physical, more demanding. But I also kind of love that about it? It's why this was extra meaningful. And add to that the home crowd, it's magical. I gave it my all, but that also means I'm going to need to take some time to relax and switch off for a bit. Not super long, I'll be playing Cincinnati and I'm excited for that! But definitely will book a holiday before then.

"You haven't booked anything yet?"

Well, my sister's getting married first, and that's a location wedding already. But then I wasn't sure of course how I'd do at Wimbledon either - so I wanted to wait and see. It's going to be a last-minute decision, I fear."

"Maybe Romania? It'd be a great excuse to ask Sebastian Stan for some tips."

I think I'm happy to keep my celebrity crush just that - a celebrity crush.

[Excerpt: Transcription of YouTube Video "Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri Create a Summer Playlist"]

"Okay, so we're just about to head into our summer break, and we thought it'd be nice to leave you with some of our favourite tunes."

"Well, mostly mine, since Oscar has questionable taste."

"Just - it's niche," Oscar argues. Lando rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

"Sure. Start us off then, why don't you?"

"How about Life is a Highway by the Rascal Flatts? A little bit of country. A little bit of Cars, perfect for a summer roadtrip."

"Solid choice, let's add Running Around by Ely Oaks."

Oscar nods, then frowns as he tries to think of what should come next. "Alright, maybe - you like Lizzy McAlpine right? Do we need some slow songs?"

"I do like it, but maybe it's not very summery? Let me have a look at my own Spotify," Lando says as he whips out his phone, frowning in concentration.

"See, I might have niche tastes, but he's the real snob here," Oscar mutters. "He makes these elaborate playlists for his friends, then refuses to take their input."

"Oi, I heard that. See if I gift you another carefuly curated selection of hits," Lando chides, before turning back to the camera. "Okay, I recently listened to Talk by benny blanco and Selena Gomez."

"Never heard it, but I trust you. Maybe some Bad Bunny? That's good for summer right," Oscar asks with a shrug. Lando nods, smiling.

"Yeah, Osc. Straight from my playlist to yours. I'll also say All I Know by Rudimental and Khalid."

"Let's finish it off with Tate McRae's Just Keep Watching, a little Formula One film special," Oscar closes with a cheeky wink.

A/N: Roland Garros was a fucking fever dream this weekend. What a match between Coco and Aryna, and then again on Sunday between Jannik and Carlos!! Chef's kiss tennis. I know Carlos Alcaraz is a questionable character in this fic but please know that I actually adore him.

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Linkle’s Fazbear Frights & Lore Insights: A Grand Directory & Master List

(Last Updated: February 15, 2025) Looking for a specific book in this series, or just want to have every post readily available in one place? I’ve got you covered! In here, you can access every post that currently exists!

Seeing as that this is still an on-going project, this post will have to be edited with new links as I go along, so if you found this in a reblog and you’re curious if the version of this list you’re reading is up to date, you can click [here] to refresh it and find out!

If you are considering sharing my posts with anyone you know or wish to reblog them in general, while individual post reblogs are of course appreciated, I would be forever grateful if you would consider prioritizing reblogging this one the most, as it offers the most complete access of all of the posts I will be making. ^-^ Thank you for your interest, and I hope you enjoy!

Part 0: Disclaimer & Important Notes (+ Outdated Original Version)

Fazbear Frights Series

Fazbear Frights: Into the Pit

Part 1: Into the Pit (+ Outdated Original Version) (+ Video version (+Video Script))

Part 2: To Be Beautiful (+Video version)

Part 3: Count the Ways

Part 4: The Stitchwraith I

Fazbear Frights: Fetch

Part 5: Fetch [TBD]

Part 6: Lonely Freddy [TBD]

Part 7: Out of Stock [TBD]

Part 8: The Stitchwraith II [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: 1:35 A.M.

Part 9: 1:35 A.M. [TBD]

Part 10: Room for One More [TBD]

Part 11: The New Kid [TBD]

Part 12: The Stitchwraith III [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: Step Closer

Part 13: Step Closer [TBD]

Part 14: Dance with Me [TBD]

Part 15: Coming Home [TBD]

Part 16: The Stitchwraith IV [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: Bunny Call

Part 17: Bunny Call [TBD]

Part 18: In the Flesh [TBD]

Part 19: The Man in Room 1280 [TBD]

Part 20: The Stitchwraith V [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: Blackbird

Part 21: Blackbird [TBD]

Part 22: The Real Jake [TBD]

Part 23: Hide-and-Seek [TBD]

Part 24: The Stitchwraith VI [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: The Cliffs

Part 25: The Cliffs [TBD]

Part 26: The Breaking Wheel [TBD]

Part 27: He Told Me Everything [TBD]

Part 28: The Stitchwraith VII [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: Gumdrop Angel

Part 29: Gumdrop Angel [TBD]

Part 30: Sergio's Lucky Day [TBD]

Part 31: What We Found [TBD]

Part 32: The Stitchwraith VIII [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: The Puppet Carver

Part 33: The Puppet Carver [TBD]

Part 34: Jump for Tickets [TBD]

Part 35: Pizza Kit [TBD]

Part 36: The Stitchwraith IX [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: Friendly Face

Part 36: Friendly Face [TBD]

Part 37: Sea Bonnies [TBD]

Part 38: Together Forever [TBD]

Part 40: The Stitchwraith X [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: Prankster

Part 41: Prankster [TBD]

Part 42: Kids at Play [TBD]

Part 43: Find Player Two! [TBD]

Part 44: The Stitchwraith XI [TBD]

Fazbear Frights: Felix the Shark

Part 45: Felix the Shark [TBD]

Part 46: The Scoop [TBD]

Part 47: You're the Band [TBD]

Part 48: The Stitchwraith XII [TBD]

Part 49: The Stitchwraith (Complete) [TBD]

Part 50: Fazbear Frights (Wrap-up) [TBD]

Tales of the Pizzaplex Series

[TBD]

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ROMY MONROE has resided in telluride now for eight months and is known around town as being very VAIN, but the friends they've made would say the dua lipa lookalike is more MAGNETIC. she is currently working as a lounge singer at afterglow bar & lounge / local radio dj. for being only twenty - eight they look incredible, don't you think ? they almost remind me of silk robes over ripped tights & scribbled lyrics on napkins and receipts.

( I. ) STATISTICS !

name — romy celeste monroe .

nicknames — romes , roro .

date of birth — october 29th .

age — 28 years old .

place of birth — asheville , north carolina .

current residence — telluride , colorado .

gender — cis woman .

sexuality — bisexual ( women - leaning ) .

pronouns — she / her .

occupation — lounge singer @ afterglow bar & lounge & local radio dj .

( II. ) PERSONALITY !

western zodiac — scorpio sun , leo moon , libra rising .

chinese zodiac — rat .

alignment — neutral good .

mbti type — enfj .

enneagram — 4w3 .

positive traits — magnetic , composed , perceptive , unapologetic , impactful , talented .

negative traits — rehearsed , withholding , dependent , testy , damaged , overachieving .

( III. ) HEADCANONS / PERSONALITY PT 2 !

romy was born in a lil artsy suburb in north carolina !!! mom was / is a pianist and dad kinda disappeared rly early on. music always was ringing through the house.. it has been a HUGE part of romy's life from basically the beginning

at age 16, she got discovered at a local open mic night,, and by age 17, she had moved out to la !!! following her biggest passion in life: music ,,, given the stage name, marlowe, romes was touring the world by 19 !!!

her early twenties were like,, so chaotic — interviews, tour buses, hotel rooftops, crying in $400 dresses and kissing people she didn’t quite know how to love

she was loud, and alive, and everywhere !!!! the kind of fame that buzzes under your skin ,,, and GOD she misses it, even if she’ll never admit it out loud !

after getting suddenly dropped for seemingly no reason by her label,, it was basically radio silence for romy. like her whole career and life was like,,,, boom, gone ... and she ended up in telluride !! doing TRULY all she can to stay close to her passion

she has an incredibly curated aesthetic ( something she's SO proud of ) but swears she’s low-maintenance ( she's not LMAO )

ans she alwaysalwaysalways keeps lipgloss, a container of body glitter, pepper spray, and a flash drive of unreleased demos in her bag, just in case <333

( IV. ) WANTED CONNECTIONS !

tbd !

( V. ) ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS !

tbd !

#tfmintros.

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╰ ☆ ◞ avan jogia / nonbinary / he/they ——— no way, is that KAVI DESAI? you know, they’re 32 years old and they’ve been in los angeles for 12 YEARS. they’re chillin’ as a MUSICIAN & MANAGER at ALT CULT RECORDS. oh and they’re notoriously known for being PRETENTIOUS but there are some people who have seen them be ENTHUSIASTIC. i heard they’re a part of a BAND called STATIC MIDNIGHT, yeah, they’re a DRUMMER. to be honest they sound a lot like BASEMENT & CITIZEN. they’re actually A RISING STAR.

I. BASICS.

FULL NAME: kavi desai.

NICKNAME(S): avi (a shortened version of their name, also happening to hold the meaning of "sheep"), shepherd (see: explanation for avi. sheep doesn't seem to flow too well as a nickname, & here comes a moniker he'll never shake), pepsi.

AGE: 32.

DATE OF BIRTH: february 9, 1992.

PLACE OF BIRTH: maywood, california, usa.

GENDER: nonbinary.

PRONOUNS: he/they.

ORIENTATION: bisexual.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, gujurati.

NEIGHBOURHOOD: west paradise.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: lives in a one-bedroom unit at the aster apartments.

II. FAMILY TIES.

MOTHER: mindy desai, distantly supportive relationship. there's nothing stronger than a mother's love, they say, but kavi could name a few things. mindy is a good mom, mostly, and she makes sure to check in every now and then. sometimes she'll even refer to recent news of static midnight, if there is anything to speak of. if kavi could complain of one thing, it would be that she always has to slide "your father loves you, you know" into conversation.

FATHER: jevan desai, hostile relationship. to put it simply, jevan disagrees with the life that kavi is living, and kavi often fans the flames—if he's going to piss his dad off regardless, he might as well do a good job at it.

SIBLINGS: palomi desai, younger sister. palomi thought the world of kavi when they were kids, and well... she still kind of does. she is their motivation to do good & be good. if they have one only fan, it's palomi.

PETS: a tuxedo cat (unoriginally) named socks. if you ask kavi, she's "a sweet little thing." everyone who's met her so far would have to disagree.

III. OCCUPATIONAL INFO.

OCCUPATION: musician, manager of alt cult records.

NAME OF THEIR ACT: static midnight.

DO THEY PLAY INSTRUMENTS? IF SO WHAT?: drums.

HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN A PART OF THE ACT?: 4 years.

ARTIST INFLUENCES: karnivool, soul blind, superheaven; he takes a lot of musical inspiration from heavy shoegaze artists.

CURRENT MONTHLY SPOTIFY/APPLE MUSIC LISTENS ON AVERAGE: 14k.

IV. APPEARANCE.

FACE CLAIM: avan jogia.

HAIR COLOR: naturally dark brown, but currently bleached to a near-platinum tone. looks a bit like half-assed frosted tips with the dark roots starting to come back in.

EYE COLOR: dark brown.

HEIGHT: 177cm, 5ft10.

BUILD: slim, defined muscles.

TATTOOS: a decent amount on his torso, arms & legs. details tbd.

PIERCINGS: double lobe piercings, left nostril stud.

CLOTHING STYLE: experimental. mixes all kinds of fabrics & patterns, mostly dresses in a muted color palette. wears a lot of loose, flowing pants paired with tighter tops.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: thick eyebrows, long eyelashes.

V. PERSONALITY.

MBTI: esfp-t, the entertainer.

ELEMENT: water.

WESTERN ZODIAC: aquarius.

CHINESE ZODIAC: monkey.

POSITIVE TRAITS: enthusiastic, adventurous, accepting, humorous, forward, decisive, open.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: pretentious, argumentative, (too) open and also somehow not open enough, self-sabotaging, unreliable.

HOBBIES: doom-scrolling, generating ai pictures of himself in different styles, denying any and all wrongdoing that they’ve ever done, irritating their cat and then giving her treats to reel her back in, working out, bitching about working out, fishing for people to tell him that his workouts are paying off, trying new diners, hanging out at bars, window-shopping, rearranging their living room and then ultimately ending up on the same layout, arguing with his neighbors over the noisiness of him moving his furniture every other day, spreading misinformation, pondering the possibility that it’s time for him to grow up and then deciding that he’s still got time.

VI. WANTED CONNECTIONS.

LONG-TERM EX: “the one”, almost. kavi was a flight risk from the get, but this person gave him an honest chance—and fell so in love that they stayed long after it had become obvious that he wasn’t willing to give them what they needed. up and down relationship, passionate one day & dull the next; a routine that established itself and persisted for two or three years. they were living with kavi up until the breakup, which was around christmas 2023. they still have an immense amount of love for each other, but understand that they lack romantic capability. staying friends through it all, for better or for worse. the vibes: the 1 by taylor swift, i know the end by phoebe bridgers, cellophane by fka twigs, two slow dancers by mitski, renegade by big red machine & taylor swift, new perspective by noah kahan, etc etc…

THE BEST FRIEND: they’ve been through hell & back together, even if most of this so-called “hell” was self-created. there’s not much kavi wouldn’t do for them, so long as they keep cat-sitting when he’s out of town.

CUSTOMERS: people who shop at alt cult records somewhat regularly and are often subject to kavi’s pretentiousness, as music is where it tends to come out. the person who thinks he’s so cool, the person who’s sick of him acting like they give a shit about anything he’s got to say, the person who thinks he’s a sleazebag but he’s Hawt so they’ll pretend to be interested in what he’s saying all day every day, etc etc!

QUESTIONNAIRE.

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?

“i’m kavi desai,” he says, as if it that’s all he has to say; there’s something suffocatingly smug in it, telling of who he is. a conglomeration of false confidence and one-liners. “i was just an indian kid with a dream, and now i’m managing a record store and playing in a band that people actually give a shit about; no matter what angle you look at it from, i’ve got something to be proud of, right? and, believe me, it gets better from here.”

how long have you been making music?

“as long as i can remember, really. i asked for a guitar for christmas one year. i can’t remember how old i was, maybe nine or ten, and santa provided. i learned fast and i wrote a lot of songs as a teenager, most which were complete dog shit. i ended up picking up drums ‘cause a good friend of mine was selling their set, and i guess there was somethin’ in me that knew where i needed to be. hey, here i am.”

how would you describe the kind of music you make?

“honest rock music. in a band, you have to work together to make something worth listening to—but if you understand who i am and what i do, you’ll understand there’s a lot of self-revelation in it. i like to try new things, and i like to believe that it all comes from my heart.”

who are some of your biggest musical influences?

“when i was growing up, the main one was the smashing pumpkins. i could probably play every song from pisces iscariot on a guitar to this day—but hey, don’t hold me to that, alright?… nowadays, i really like superheaven. their drummer’s style really stands out to me. they don’t make music anymore, but their discography never gets old.”

what is the first record you ever bought?

“the all-american rejects’ move along. not a single skip on it.”

what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?

“excitement. if i’m honest, not much else to speak of yet, but i think we’re getting close to something.”

what are some stand out moments from your career so far?

“it’s always nice to be told that i inspired someone to start drumming… or to see a pretty girl lose her shit from catching a setlist. hey, let me tell ya, moments like that will make you feel like a real rockstar!”

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?

“well,” they start, grinning ear-to-ear—their bashfulness now evens out the vanity from earlier. “i want a sure sign that i’ve made it. this might look different for other musicians, but for me… it’d be nice to hold an arena tour, right?”

what’s next for you?

“keep your eyes on me and you’ll find out soon enough.”

#sonicfm:intro #what do u want from me. here it is.#i have a lot of thoughts on kavi but ultimately they're just a dirtbag pretending they're not NSFHSBD

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