#i considered moving up their birthdays by a few years but like. idk i like their birthdays theyre cute :3

[br1ghtestlight]

this is so funny to me actually bcuz this is 100% how i talk abt my characters ages. i know what YEAR they were born and i know what rheir ages are supposed to be at the start of the story but i dont actually know when it takes place?? im really bad at math. There was a moment where rainbow was supposed to be 23 and i somehow accidentally made her 17 lmfao

[throneofsmut]

Sweet Little Prince

Dorian Havilliard x Reader || WC: 1.9k || Warnings: None

Summary: Dorian finds out he has a son he didn’t know about. Based on this req.

A/N: Whoever req this i hope you like it. Idk if this is what you expected but it’s what came to mind.

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Your son had finally fallen asleep causing you to let out a relieved sigh as you brush back his raven-black curls from his face.

A smile gracing your lips before placing a kiss on his forehead and quietly making your way out of his room, heading down stairs back to the kitchen.

You find Rowan putting the chocolate cake into the oven to bake.

“You finished it?” you ask as you step up beside the oven. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I didn’t know how long you’d be.” He replies without looking over his shoulder at you. “And I know you want to get the recipe just right for his birthday tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

He gives you a nod before rising to his full height again and moving to the sink to wash his hands. “Your sister wants to talk to you.”

“About what?” You lean on the island that’s in the middle of the kitchen.

Rowan turns around facing you as he dries his hands. He doesn’t say anything until he’s done and places the damp towel on the counter. “About you being Queen of Terrasen and ruling beside her. Together.”

You shake your head, brows furrowed, “Since the war ended, I think I made it pretty clear I don’t want to be Queen.”

“Why?”

“I told you, why already. You, Aelin and Aedion. I don’t want it.”

“Tell me again.”

“Rowan—“

“Tell me.”

Letting out an annoyed sigh, glaring at him for a moment before telling him. Again. “I don’t want to rule. I don’t want a crown or a throne. I have no taste for duty. I’m not suited for it.”

He crosses his arms across his chest. “Have you ever considered that, the best ruler, might be someone who doesn’t want to rule?”

A small chuckle slips through your lips earning a glare from him. “No, I don’t. Because I don’t want it.”

“Your sister just thinks that—“

Aelin walks through the front door of your cottage, “I just think that, it’d be safer for both of you if you moved into the castle and were crowned. She reaches the two of you in a few long strides. “You would be Queen and he”—your son—“would be the crowned Prince.”

Now it’s your turn to cross your arms across your chest. “He’s technically already a prince and I’m capable of keeping us both safe here—in our home. We don’t need to be in the castle.”

Your sister’s—your twin’s— face softens and she walks up to you. “I know he is,” she says gently. “I know you are. . . but please think about it. And if you don’t want to be Queen here, what about Adarlan? Dorian keeps asking about you.”

“Aelin,” you sigh, “you’ve been telling me to ‘think’ about it for two years now and I don’t want it. Or Adarlan’s”

She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can your son’s voice cuts her off.

“Mommy?” he calls out. “Mommy, where are you?”

“Coming, baby,” you call back.

Aelin steps back and you make your way upstairs to his room. As soon as you walk into his room he sits up in his bed. “I hear Aunty Aelin and Uncle Wowan, downstairs.”

“Did they wake you up?” You ask as you sit on the side of his bed.

He nods his head, rubbing his eyes—one sapphire blue and one bright ashryver blue, ringed with gold—“Can I say ‘hi’?”

You breathe out a small laugh, nodding, “You can say ‘hi’ but then you have to go back to sleep.”

He nods his head and lifts his arms for you to pick him up.

You head back downstairs with him in your arms. His head resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around you.

Aelin and Rowan both walk up to meet you, closing the distance. “How’s my favorite nephew?” Aelin coos.

“He’s your only nephew,” Rowan points out. Which earns him a glare from your sister.

“Say ‘hi,’ baby.”

“Hi, Aunty Aelin. Hi Uncle Wowan.” His little voice is still thick with sleep.

They both greet him back with loving smiles.

“Why are you awake, little prince? We trained a lot today.” Rowan asks him as he brushes a rogue raven-black curl behind his little pointed ear.

“I hear you and Aunty Aelin and I wanted to say ‘hi’.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” Aelin praises.

Your son smiles, his cheeks dimpling, and he turns to look at you. You can’t help but beam at him in return. Your own cheeks dimpling too.

He lightly tugs a golden blonde lock of your hair before whispering—not so quietly—“I go sleep now?”

“Yeah, baby.” You chuckle before giving Aelin and Rowan a quick look and they nod back at you.

And as soon as you’re done tucking him back in he’s sleeping. You kiss his forehead before heading back down stairs, “Sweet dreams,” your whisper into his night filled room.

“Fireheart!” Rowan scolds your sister as she shoves a forkful of steaming chocolate cake into her mouth.

She spits it out before even chewing it and you frown. “That bad?”

She shakes her head, brows furrowing sadly, “No. It’s too hot.”

“I told you to wait,” Rowan grumbles.

“Anyways,” you drawl out. “Why’d you come so late, Aelin?”

“My meetings ran long today and I had an unexpected visitor come.” She blows on a new forkful of cake to cool it down. “They’re going to be visiting for the week.”

You arch a brow, “Who?”

“A friend.”

Your gaze slid to Rowan, who shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I’ve been here all day.” And he was right. He’d been here since the morning teaching and training your son because the raw magic he’d inherited from his father began showing.

And a two—practically three—year old with raw magic and fae ancestry needed to be taught control early it seemed.

Also because fae males—even half fae males were deadly. Rowan and Aedion knew that so they came and helped you teach your son control. Fenrys and Lorcan had given up after your son had learned to summon fire and burned off their eyebrows.

Aelin groaned as she chewed a new bite of cake. “Good?” you asked. She nodded, still not finished chewing her first bite before getting another. “Are you still going to be able to make it to his birthday tomorrow?”

She gave you a look as if to say, Obviously, before finally telling you with words. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Your sister and Rowan said their goodnights and Rowan had to practically drag her out because she was still trying to eat the chocolate cake. So to make it easier for both of them you just told her to take the whole thing with her. Her eyes glinted as soon as the words left your mouth.

You woke up early the next day to get everything ready for your son's third birthday and you had practically finished setting up and getting ready by the time Aedion and Lysandra came to help set up.

An hour later the rest of Aelin’s court—your little family—arrived.

Everyone was enjoying themselves and eating while your son and Lorcan and Elide’s daughter played together while Evangeline watched over them.

You got up from the table to go get the cake, still needing to frost it and add the candles.

Aedion rose with you, “Do you need help?”

Giving him a small smile as you gestured for him to sit back down, “No, I got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.” You reassured him.

Setting the cake on the counter that was in front of the window where you could still see your son playing with his cousins. He was conjuring fishes with his water magic and making them dive in and out of the lake in front of him. His cheeks dimpled as he laughed along with the girls.

You were so distracted by your son and the cake that you didn’t hear anyone walk in until they called your name.

“Y/n?” He called.

You stilled as your heart dropped before slowly turning around. The frosting spatula clutched so tightly in your hand your knuckles were white.

“Dorian,” you breathed.

He was still as beautiful as you remembered him. Tall, tan skin, sapphire eyes and raven-black hair. But, he was broader now—more muscular. And in place of the black collar that was around his neck the last time you saw him was a pale line.

“Why— How—“ he stammered.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m visiting. . . I got here yesterday evening and Aelin said you were all celebrating a birthday and invited me.” You were going to kill her.

“You settled.” He pointed out, his eyes taking you in.

Even though he wasn’t necessarily asking, you responded anyway. “Yes.”

“How? You’re twenty, I thought you weren’t going to settle for a few more years.”

“I didn’t think so either, but, uh, I actually settled while I was pregnant.”

Dorian’s face flickered with so many different emotions before he schooled his features and simply asked, “Pregnant?”

“Yeah. . . and not only did I settle but my son’s magic made me fully fae.” You didn’t know why you were just telling him everything. “The healers don’t know how either, but him being half fae confirmed it.”

“Son?”

“It’s his birthday today,” you told him.

Dorian’s mouth opened, but before he could say anything your son’s laugh drifted all the way back to the cottage and cut him off. His sapphire eyes shot to the window and he sucked in a sharp breath.

There was no denying the resemblance. He knew he was the father of your son.

His gaze turned back to you and there was so much pain and regret in his eyes but hope too. Maybe even love. “Why didn’t you tell me?” was all he said though.

“I was going to,” you admitted. “But before I got the chance to,” your voice cracked, “your father ordered you to kill me when he found me trying to talk to you.” A tear rolled down your cheek and he stepped closer to you and wiped it away. “So I ran. To keep us both”—your son and you—“alive.”

Your words weren’t malicious, just honest.

“You don’t remember?”

His eyes were still on you as he shook his head before looking out through the window again. “I missed so much,” he whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry.”

Dorian pulled you into a hug, “Don’t be. You’re both here. Safe and alive. That’s all I care about.” His words made you cry harder and he only held you tighter and kissed the top of your head.

You both were so caught up in your own world that you didn’t hear the little footsteps that bounded into the kitchen.

“Mommy?” Your son called and you and Dorian pulled apart.

He walked up to you and you crouched down to get to his level. “Why you crying?” He asked, his small hands wiping away your tears.

“I’m just so happy, my sweet little prince.”

He smiled and turned to look at Dorian. “Are you mommy’s friend?”

Dorian chuckled as he crouched down too, tears welling up in his eyes, as he looked at a small version of himself. “Yes. Her best friend.”

Your son smiled impossibly wider and stuck his hand out towards him and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Dowian.”

Dorian looked at you and this time a tear fell. He cleared his throat, taking your son’s hand, “Hi, Dorian. My name is Dorian too.”

[spenceragnewfics]

college!spencer but meeting him at a party maybe he’s a year or 2 older idk up to you babe

I really liked this idea and it's not much but definitely the start of something! And yes I did scroll back to when Spencer was in college for the photo...sue me!

NOT SUCH A PARTY BOY | Spencer Agenew x F!Reader

TW: Parties, drinking, implied anxiety attack.

WORD COUNT: 985

SUMMARY: You've never been much of a party girl like your roommate but for her birthday you agreed to go to frat party with her. Oh how your life will change.

For many people, the University of Florida is a dream school. Y/N is included in that, growing up in a small town in basically the middle of nowhere was good for her childhood. When she went to college though, she wanted to go somewhere big and with a lot of people. So she applied to UoF and was accepted with a good amount of scholarships.

The move wasn’t too bad and she got along well with her roommate, Jana. The two were in the same major so it helped them both a lot because they have a live-in study buddy. Both of them were pretty laid back so not many arguments except for silly little things that got resolved very quickly. Y/N considered herself lucky that she got such a good roommate because she knows a few people who hate theirs.

While the two are pretty similar, they are different in a few accounts. One of them is that Jana is a sorority and party girl. Y/N is not much of a partier. She much rather stay in her room and play video games than possibly get hit on by a drunk frat guy with Chlamydia.

She’s not an anti-social person, she just prefers to meet people during classes and club meetings than at night and possibly drunk. So whenever Jana would offer to get her onto a list for a frat party she always denied, until tonight.

It’s Jana’s birthday and part of the gift Y/N got her is that she would go to a frat party with her. That deal was made weeks ago and now she has to uphold her end as she sits in the passenger seat of Jana’s car. Her shorts didn’t help her from the airconditioning making her thighs cold. She didn’t want to try too hard so she dressed in shorts and a band shirt with her favorite shoes to be comfortable and able to run from a frat boy if needed.

The ride was short and it seemed before she knew it, the two were walking up to the frat house. “Hey Johnny! I should be on the list and so should my roommate Y/N L/N.” Jana says, a big smile on her face as she talks to the frat guy at the door.

He looks to be a little young so he might be a pledge instead of a full brother yet. “Yup, you two are here. Have a fun time.” He says with a smile as he opens the door. When the door opens, the blaring music can be heard even more and the house is filled with people and bright lights.

Y/N doesn’t get to say anything as Jana pulls her into the party. Her senses are immediately overwhelmed as she follows her friend, not wanting to get lost. Jana leads her to the bar and pours her a drink, “To a great night!” She cheers and the two cheers their pastic cups.

She downs her drink before pourning herself another drink. It seems as though while she was pouring her drink, Jana found someone to talk to because she’s now disappeared. Y/N looks around frantically for her but can’t see her due to the amount of people.

She can already feel her throat start to tighten as her anxiety starts to soar. Pushing through people, she finds a hallway and stumbles into the first room she can find that is unlocked and empty. Moving to the bed in the middle of the room, she sits down and puts her head in her hands as she tries to breath deeply.

It’s only a few moments later when the bathroom door opens and out walks a man in a UoF sweatshirt and jeans. His dark hair is curly but messy, his hazel blue eyes look confused when he sees a woman sitting on his bets friend’s bed. “Um, are you in the right room?” He asks, breaking her out of whatever trance she was in.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry. I just needed to get away from that party, too many people around and it just was too much. I’ll leave.” She says, getting off the bed but he stops her. “Wait, no. You can stay, this is my buddy’s room but he lets me hang here when I get overwhelmed at these things so I don’t he’d mind if you did as well.” He explains, his hand gently on her wirst.

She looks at his hand then back up to him, “Yeah, okay.” She says before moving back to sit on the bed. He sits next to her and the room is filled with an awkward silence, the sound of the music being the only noise. “Is this your first frat party?” He asks, “That noticeable?” She looks at him sadly. “Well, most girls here wear more revealing or fancy stuff to try and impress the guys. You’re dressed very comfortably, plus you have good sneakers on which any well versed frat goer knows you don’t do.” He says as she nods along with his words.

“Are you in this frat…or any frat?” He chuckles at her question, “Oh hell no! Absolutely not. I only go to these things for free boze and because my friend tries to set me up with all these sorority girls but they’re not my type.”

“Ah, gay then.” She jokes and thankfully he laughs as well. “No, no, just…I haven’t met one yet that sparked my interest.” He explains, keeping his eyes on her. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” She says while holding her hand out. “Spencer, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” He says, a gentle smile on his face as his eye twinkle a bit in fascination.

Now this is a woman who sparks his interests.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

for flufftober.. would it be possible to have day 6 be with swiss x reader?? idk i fell like even tho swiss is usually dancing all feral and shit on stage, he’d also be good at other forms of dancing? like i see him being able to do all that cutesy romantic dancing and dipping the reader and all that:( anywho- idk if you’ve already gotten a request for that one and if you have, you can go with that one cause i know this one is extremely late. i just saw that prompt and immediately thought of swiss being able to do shit from salsa dancing to waltzes to jazz. idk man. he just gives those vibes… maybe even classically trained? ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG AHHH <333

Step On Your Toes

Flufftober Day 6: Dancing together

Pairings: Mountain X Reader X Swiss (Implied Poly!Ghouls X Reader)

Type: Fluff

Summary: Reader plans on surprising Swiss for his birthday with a dance, yet cannot dance to save their life. Mountain is more than happy to help.

Warnings: Light drinking, a bit of self-doubt

Word Count: 2,390

Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my flufftober prompt list here. Okay, so I absolutely loved both of these ideas, so I'm realllyyy hoping y'all are cool with me merging them :) Songs mentioned: Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray & Grow As We Go by Ben Platt. Second prompt under the cut for space reasons :)

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“Ouch,” Mountain whispered as you once again stepped on his toes.

You sighed and dropped your hands, backing away from the tall ghoul. “I’m sorry…I don’t think I can do this. That’s what now? Eight times? I just want to surprise Swiss with a cute little dance, but all I can do is step on your toes.”

“Hey now, we have plenty of time to practice before the party. I’ll help you get this right,” he assured, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“But I haven’t been able to, and Swiss’s birthday is in less than a week. It’s my first year that I get to spend his birthday with him, and I want it to be perfect.”

Mountain pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head. “Swiss loves you whether or not you can dance. That ghoul is just insanely talented and a show-off. He isn’t going to love you less if you step on his toes.” His hand rubbed your back in a soothing manner.

“I don’t want to step on his toes. I want this to go smoothly.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay not to surprise him with a dance if you’re that worried about it,” he offered.

“But I want to. I just…I don’t know…I feel like I’ll make a fool out of myself,” you said in a whisper as you walked over to the corner of the practice room to grab your water bottle.

Mountain chuckles, pulling you back against him, hugging you tightly. “Now, now, if anyone will make a fool out of themselves, my bets are all on Dewdrop and Phantom. You’ll be the least of everyone’s worries,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your head. “A few mistakes can’t throw a wrench in your plans. Plus, stepping on his feet a few times won’t ruin the dance. You were so determined to get this right when you initially asked for my help. Where’d that spirit go?”

“Probably the same place that my ability to dance went,” you mumbled as he began to sway while holding onto you. He hummed as if he were considering something. “What are you plotting?”

“How about this?” He spun you around, lifting you with ease and placing both of your feet on the tops of his. “I will move, and you will let your body move with mine. This way, I can teach you how to move the right way, then you can try it without me guiding you. How does that sound?”

You look up with a concerned look. “Do you actually think this is going to help at all?”

“Maybe…maybe not,” he shrugs. “And if it doesn’t, then we’ll think of something else to surprise Swiss,” he offered, holding you against his chest as he stared at you, his green eyes showing nothing but kindness.

“Maybe I can just get him a cat.”

“He already has Dewdrop. We don’t need another one,” Mountain teased. “Will you at least try my idea?” He asked, a slight pout on his face.

“Alright…alright, we can try it,” you sighed, giving in. You felt silly doing this, but there was a part of you that wanted this to work.

Mountain pulled his phone from his pocket and pressing play on a slow song, beginning to sway at first before moving his feet to the beat.

It wasn’t the song you intended to use with Swiss, but Mountain had a playlist of slow, mostly cheesy, romantic songs that he played while dancing in the rain or in the greenhouse with Rain.

“Summertime Sadness?” You questioned as the first notes rang through.

Mountain let out a laugh. “Hey, it’s a good song. Not every song on my playlist has to be heavy metal,” he said, moving his feet in a consistent pattern.

“The big, scary, earth ghoul is a Lana fan. Who would’ve guessed?” You teased as he danced around the room with you.

“I only know a few of her songs. Can’t lie and say they aren’t good, though,” he grinned, glad to see your mind on something other than the dancing. That only lasted a few minutes when you looked down to see his steps. He let out a gentle ‘tsk’, taking one hand off your hip to tilt your chin to look at him. “Eyes on me, love,” he whispered. “Let your body feel the beat, not your mind.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just feel,” he said as if that alone made perfect sense, placing his hand back on your hip.

“Earth ghouls…cryptic little creatures,” you huffed, trying to keep your eyes up.

“I am anything but little,” he scoffed.

“Yeah, okay, you aren’t little, but you’re still cryptic as hell.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” you laugh. He holds you close as you both move to the music. He has one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. It’s sweet and simple, and you almost forget that you’re not moving yourself.

At one point he sets you on the ground, and there’s a small look of panic in your eyes before he spins you. He lets you twirl once, guided by his hand, then puts a hand on your waist, dips you, and gives you a chaste kiss. He grins as he pulls you back to stand on his feet.

“What was that for?”

“What? Can’t kiss my favorite human?” He chuckles, continuing to move along to the music.

“Well, you can. I just wasn’t expecting it,” you confess, laughing with him.

The song comes to an end and both of you just stand there, not quite moving. “Want to try another song like this, or do you want to try it without me guiding you?”

You pause to think, weighing the options. “What if we do two more songs like this, take a break, then let me try it on my own.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiles, already pressing play on the next song.

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The night of the party comes rather quickly. You and Mountain had been practicing for a few hours each day, determined to get this dance down.

The room feels like it’s practically alive. People are dancing, talking, and drinking. There’s some sort of upbeat song playing. Even the decorations add an extra buzz. Truly a party designed for the lively multi-ghoul.

You were in the corner, sipping a glass of champagne, and practically freaking out. Mountain had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

“You’re too tense,” he said gently. “You did phenomenal yesterday. Didn’t even step on my toes once.”

“I know, but that was practicing. And with you. Swiss is…such a good dancer. I’m pretty sure he knows every dance ever created. I’m going to embarrass myself.”

“You’re not going to embarrass yourself. I promise. No one will even notice if you mess up because if you mess up–”

“–when I mess up.”

“–if you mess up, he’ll cover for you and make sure no one knows that it was you. Trust me, he’ll guide you through it if he has to, but you’ll do amazing,” he assures.

“I don’t know…this just feels like a mistake.”

“Look at me,” he says, tilting your head up. “He’s going to love it. He’ll be thrilled that you even made the attempt if this ends horribly. He loves you, and nothing will change that.”

You sigh, staring at the bubbles in your glass. “I know…I just want this to be good.”

“It will be. You need to stop doubting yourself,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Swiss walks over with an excited grin. He’s dressed up - as is everyone else - but has a silly cone on his head, strapped to his chin that reads ‘Birthday Boy’ that Phantom and Aurora made him. “Well hello, lovebirds,” he laughs, throwing an arm around you. 

You smile and press a kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday, Swiss.”

“Are you two enjoying yourselves?” He asks, looking between you and Mountain, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup.

“I am, don’t know about this one,” Mountain teases, which gets him an elbow to the ribs.

Swiss looks down at you, a look of confusion on his face. “Now why is that?”

“No reason,” you say, taking a sip of champagne and giving Mountain a dirty look for saying something.

“Oh come on, you can’t not have a good time at my party. It’s my birthday,” he pouts. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong is that Mountain can’t keep his mouth shut.”

Mountain chuckles. “Guilty as charged.”

“No, seriously, is something wrong?” Swiss asks, he takes his arm from around your face to look at you face to face, trying to gauge your true feelings.

“It’s nothing important, Swiss. I swear.”

“Pinky promise?” He lifts his hand, making a fist, and extending his pinky.

You interlock your pinky with his. “Pinky promise,” you assure.

You chat for a few more minutes until Swiss gets called away by another guest. Mountain turns toward you with a skeptical look.

“So when are you planning on bringing him out for the dance exactly?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I guess when it feels right.”

“You worked yourself up, didn’t you?”

“What? No,” you said with playful denial, taking a sip of champagne to avoid eye contact.

“I’m not letting you leave this room until you dance with him,” he persists, taking the glass from you. “You worked so hard, and he’s going to absolutely love to see you surprise him.”

“I really don’t-”

“Nope. No more ‘I don’t’ or ‘I can’t’,” he interrupts. “You really should pull him aside, and ask him to dance. You don’t need to keep doubting yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “Are you sure he won’t laugh if I embarrass myself?”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well that was just practicing. He’s not going to laugh.”

“Fine. Alright, I’ll go talk to him.”

“Good,” Mountain says, grabbing your waist and kissing the top of your head. “You’re going to do great. I believe in you.”

“Thank you, Mountain.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Go knock ‘em dead,” he grins, pushing you in the direction of Swiss.

You swallow the lump in your throat, then walk over to Swiss who’s in a conversation with Rain and Cirrus.

All of the ghoul’s knew about your surprise, except Swiss of course, so Rain and Cirrus exchanged a knowing look, ready to let you take Swiss away.

“Hey, do you mind if I steal this one?” You asked, slightly hesitant, putting a hand on Swiss’s shoulder.

“By all means,” Rain smirks, taking Swiss’s glass and party hat, then pulling Cirrus away.

You take a shaky breath, then pull Swiss to the dance floor as the opening to Grow As We Go begins.

“What are you doing?” Swiss asks with a slight smile. You move one of his hands to your waist, wrap that hand around his neck, then hold the other in your free hand.

“Surprising you?” You offer, beginning to sway to the music and trying to move your feet in the way Mountain taught you.

“You know you’re supposed to watch your dancing partner, not your feet, right?” He teases.

You look up, a slightly worried expression. “I’m sorry,” you say with a slight frown.

“Are you worried you’re going to step on my toes?”

“A bit…I haven’t been able to do this without stepping on Mountain’s at least once.”

“So that’s where you two have been sneaking off to,” he grins. “If it makes you feel better, my feet are much smaller than his.”

You laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. He’s been helping me for the past few weeks. I know you really like you to dance, and that you’re really good at it, so I figured I would try to surprise you.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job so far. You’ve only stepped on my toes once.”

“I did? Oh, I’m sorry,” you frown, looking back at your feet.

He grabs your chin and smiles at you. “Hey, did I complain? No, I didn’t, so let me see those beautiful eyes.”

A shy smile comes over your face. “I’m sorry, I just…really want this to be perfect.”

“The fact that you felt comfortable enough to do this for me makes this perfect as is. You’re perfect,” he says softly.

The crowd is watching, but neither of you seem to care. It’s just a moment for the two of you. You bring yourself closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“You’re doing amazing, you know,” he whispers, resting his head on top of yours.

You hum in acknowledgement and sway to the music. It seems to fade out, like the only thing happening in the room is Swiss holding you close. It’s the perfect moment.

He begins to hum along with the song, then pushes you away to spin you just as Mountain had done many times before. You let him twirl you before he wrapped you back in his arms with your back to his chest, pressing a kiss to your jaw. You giggled as his facial hair tickled your cheek.

He smiled and let out a light laugh. “You look amazing tonight.”

“I really should be the one complimenting you, birthday boy.”

He laughed again. “It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.”

He spun you out once more as the song began to wrap up. Holding you by the waist, he bent you back, planting a sweet, yet passionate kiss to your lips as the song ended. When he brought you upright, he was holding your cheek as he continued to kiss you.

“Thank you,” he whispered, keeping his face close to yours and staring into your eyes.

“I love you, Swiss. Happy birthday,” you said as you pressed another kiss to his lips.

He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you into a tight hug. “I love you so much, sweetheart. This was truly an incredible surprise,” he said, squeezing you against him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” you smile, wrapping your arms around him and returning the hug.

“And guess what?” He pulls away, a playful grin on his face.

“What?”

“You only stepped on my toes three times.”

[succubusonthedoorstep]

restaurateur's son yuuta! (x fem!reader!)

word count? 1.8k

warnings? power imbalance? finger sucking, bondage, switch yuuta/switch reader, lowercase intended, mating press, choking, name calling, head cannon format!

author’s notes? a post birthday fic 🤍 don’t perceive me i wrote this cause i can (legally) drink now… (enjoy! this came out longer than intended <3 part two he could show you around the restaurant? idk.)

restaurateur's son yuuta! who grows up middle class with two older brothers. his mother works as a sushi chef at a three-star restaurant until he’s 5 when she branches off to begin her own business.

restaurateur's son yuuta!'s mother's reputation precedes her- critics, celebrities, and tourists flood the new restaurant and immediately puts it on the map. the years of experience she had to offer an enthusiastic young staff had her business outpacing her old job. a few Michelin stars later, the restaurant was five stars and always fully booked.

restaurateur's son yuuta!'s life was turned upside down within six months of the restaurant opening. he no longer had to share a bedroom with yuuji or a bathroom with choso. he could look outside his bedroom window to watch beach waves crash on the sand. their new home had space for the three boys to grow up with little worries and frequent sleepovers.

restaurateur's son yuuta! rarely eats at his mother’s restaurant. it’s a strange quirk that his brothers didn’t share, but today was different. for his father’s birthday, his mom specifically requested they eat there. of course, he couldn’t say no. his mother’s stylist had mailed his suit to him months ago for the occasion. 

restaurateur's son yuuta! makes it there 10 minutes late- the traffic in the city was something he would never be used to. when choso turned 18 and received his inheritance, his move out of the bustling city and into quieter waters couldn’t have happened faster. yuuta considered following suit but couldn’t bring himself to be apart from his family.

restaurateur's son yuuta! pushes the restaurant door open, the smell of his mother's cooking filling the room with his childhood memories. quiet diners in elegant suits and dresses chatted idly while waiters bustled around them with sake and plates of raw fish.

yuuta immediately began looking around for his family, until a woman approached him with a soft smile and a formal tone.

“welcome to night’s ambrosia, do you have a reservation with us tonight?”

he’s met with the most gorgeous pair of eyes staring back at him. the work attire at the restaurant allowed you to semi formally- you had on a black dress with mini crystals on the hem that made yuuta’s eyes shine. despite the suit being tailored to him, the clothes tightened on his skin and the air became suffocating. the look of concern that passed your face had him stuttering out a response.

“i-it’s dad’s birthday…”

“oh! you’re chef’s son!” surprise, then delight passed your face. gathering his food and wine menu in your arms, you stepped out of the hostess booth and began walking him to this family’s table. you peeked back to study the nervous young man in the suit before asking, “what’s your name?”

“yuuta,” he cleared his throat and followed behind you. the clicks of your black heels on the floor distracted him from the woman’s voice calling him from the kitchen. 

“yuuta,” you repeated, testing the way it felt on your tongue. With your back turned to him you couldn’t see the goofy smile that spread at the sound of your voice and his name. it felt like no-one had said it to him before, at least not in the way you did. 

“find me if you need anything, okay?” you asked, peeking behind you one more time. he hoped you couldn’t notice the light blush dusted across his cheeks.

“ah- yuuta!” yuuji’s voice sounded throughout the restaurant, filled with excitement at the sight of his brother. yuuta gave his father a hug and wished him a happy birthday before taking his place next to yuuji, leaving an empty chair at the head of the table.

“i’ll send someone over shortly to take your orders,” you assured, giving everyone a polite smile. the anxiety you gave yuuta had his teeth digging into his bottom lip, wanting to say something but not being sure what. that you were beautiful? he’d probably never have a chance with an angel like you if it wasn't for his mother?

restaurateur's son yuuta! spends the appetizer listening to yuuji rant about the current goings on at jujutsu high. choso leans in to inquire about some of his favorite teachers and yuuta takes the opportunity to ogle you standing at the hostess podium. the shrimp tempura in front of him grows cold as he watches you take phone calls and scroll through the list of reservations. 

restaurateur's son yuuta! thinks you possibly couldn’t make the first move- it’ll come off as unprofessional if he didn’t reciprocate. he’d hate for you to lose your job and over his entree, he excuses himself to the bathroom to instead find you in the front of the restaurant.

restaurateur's son yuuta! feels his throat tighten as you look up from a binder full of names. “enjoying your dinner?” you inquire, arms crossing for you to lean forward on the podium. he wet his lips and nodded, politely offering, 

“are you free sometime soon? i wanted to talk….”

restaurateur's son yuuta! can’t believe his luck. the girl of his dreams agreeing to a date with him was one fantasy come true, but the tight hold you had around his throat? he was blissfully lightheaded as your hand slipped from his neck to his mouth, your pointed acrylics pressing his lips open. “d’you like them, yuuta?” his name was honey on your lips, he wanted to lean up and kiss it off. he instead sucked your digits and hummed in agreement at the sweetness of your skin. 

“y-yes, tastes so good,” he makes out between your fingers, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. you slipped out briefly to wipe your digits on his lips, giving them a sinful gloss that you couldn't resist kissing.

“yeah?” you asked, lips smacking against his. “-you wanna pay for ‘em?”

a few days after the dinner, restaurateur's son yuuta! invited you over for lunch at his home on the beach about an hour away by car. he was nice enough to send a driver with pink roses waiting for you in the back seat of the car, apologizing for not being able to pick you up himself. 

“i gotta plan our lunch, beautiful. It’s gotta be perfect, i want a second date out of you!”

and perfect it was. the midday meal was supposed to only last an hour- two at most, as you had work later that night. he was charming, easy to talk to, and obviously fine as hell. the day flew by and before you knew it, Yuuta was on the phone to tell his mother to call in another hostess for your shift. 

you felt guilty at first, but a bottle of wine later and your date manifested into the perfect distraction from your worries. he offered to show you the collection of Japanese swords he had made a hobby out of, and you wanted to thank him accordingly.

“doing so good, slut,” you encouraged, holding a squat over Yuuta’s cock. “you sure this is your first time?”

how did Yuuta find himself tied to his bedposts? it was a cute idea he joked about after you stripped him of his shirt, the marks it would leave on his wrist and arms if you tied him tight enough. he watched the idea travel from your head to between your legs, where your thighs tightened as you inquired about anything he might have for bondage. 

though inexperienced, you agreed to make do with a silk-like fabric as long as he agreed to use the safe word if needed. the knots you tied were hopefully strong enough to secure him, but you grew unsure the more you teased him. you could see the desperation he had to touch and make you feel good in return, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

hips lifting from his bed, Yuuta breathed, “need s’more of you please- ah!” his pleads were cut off by you sitting completely on his cock, your matching gasps of surprise and pleasure sounding through the room. taking Yuuta’s cock was harder than you expected- the girth alone was nothing to sneeze at, but you felt up for the challenge. his tip kissed your cervix when you rolled your hips languidly to help adjust to his size, to no avail. the size of him would take getting used to.

below you, Yuuta wasn’t in much better shape. inky black hair stuck to his forehead as he took in a hearty gulp of air, Adam's apple bobbing. he swore to himself he wouldn’t cum once you started moving, a fleeting sentiment you stole from him.

“so pretty,” you noted, pushing sweaty hair out of his eyes and exposing his forehead. “can’t believe you’re all for me.” the ties on his bedpost slipped a little at the praise. “should I let you out? so you can fuck me into your mattress?”

“god, yes,” he begged, pulling at his restraints once more. “you don't know what you’re doing to me-” you cut him off by taking the palms of his hands in yours and pressing them to the mattress. hovering over his flustered face, you bounced your ass on his cock and watched his expression contort in pleasure. he watched through dilated pupils your tits bouncing with each movement you made, becoming more sure by the minute he wouldn’t last.

“let me fuck you, please- princess, at least slow down...” 

“no,” You disregarded, his sexed but protesting whines following. riding Yuuta until he cried was the only thought you had when you rolled your hips experimentally, the friction doing wonders to pull your own orgasm forward. your nails dug into the back of Yuuta’s hands at the pleasure, a clouded pain he barely registered. the way Yuuta’s cock filled you up was incomparable to anything you’d had before, a thought you let slip out between the waves of satisfaction he brought you. 

the fact that your boss’ son was giving himself to you so freely left you so blissed out, you hadn’t noticed the ties loosen on the bedposts until a set of firm hands were on your waist. 

“'m sorry baby,” he cooed, turning the pair of you over without slipping out. “B-But you looked so pretty, and I couldn’t take not touching you…” The proximity of his face to yours was your first display of what just transpired, and the second was him taking your wrists in a strong hold above your head, leaving the other to wander your body.

“i’m gonna take care of you, okay? just like you did for me.” comforting words spilled from his mouth as he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pulled you into him for a mating press. he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to yours, quieting the moans he fucked out of you.

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[dsaf-confessions]

So like after making that I think Steven's tragedy is overlooked confession I realised it isn't just him but also everyone else . Including Jack & Dave the most popular characters in this fandom

So like Dee. She was a child. I think around 6 years old. Idk but Im sure she wasn't even 10. And she also died in her birthday??. So like imagine being so young going to a pizzeria to celebrate your birthday, and then, you get killed by a pink fuck, in a place you thought was supposed to be fun and harmless children entertainment fun. And then said pink fuck, FORCES your soul in an animatronic. So like you spend decades, trying to save other children so they won't end up like you. Jesus, she tried her hardest to save other children, to help give them their happiest day that was taken away from them at such young ages. But it was a cycle of failure. She couldn't save them. She was still, a child, like them. A child that was forced to mature at such young age. Can only do much. It's so fucking tragic. I love her I rlly wanna hug her.

Peter. People seem to say that he abandoned Dee and Jack. But I don't think he did. He just moved on with his wife. That's kinda what married people do. Just because he wasn't there, doesn't mean he outright abandoned them. If he had. I don't think Jack would had run off to his place for help after his and Dee's death. Or that Henry's line about his family dying just to get away from him, and that he meant more as a phone guy than he did to his family when he was alive. Would had affected him, if he actually tried getting away from them. He feels bad for not being there for them. I don't blame him. He was a working man. He probably COULDN'T be there at Dee's party cause of work. Fazbender's is a shit ass place to work at anyway. He still blames himself. For his family falling apart. For leaving. He spent many years slaved at Freddy's while also having flashbacks/memories when he was alive. Sounds awful. His suicidal outburst in the evil route isn't talked about enough. He wanted to die. If it meant he'd see Caroline again. Oof

Even Jack and Dave's tragedies are overlooked.

Dave's backstory is so messed that it actually makes me sick in my stomach. No kidding. (Not saying it's bad or anything) So I'd prefer to not talk too much about it. Hope you understand .But in a nutshell. It's about someone who never had any kind of love growing up desperately trying to get the approval/love of the people he loves. And even considers family. So much that he's willing to take any kind of abuse, fucked up experiments, manipulation and literally killing him. To be with them. Cause he never had any love. He thinks they care for him. And that's enough for him to literally cheat death and posses his own corpse, over, and over, and over again. Just to be with them. That he was willing to murder. For them. Cause they told him he was doing good. Jesus. It's messed up.

Jack's own tragedy, and blackjack's, he lost his parents and was left as an orphan to take care of his sister at an actually young age. I think he was in his 19-20s when that happened. In fact Im sure he wasn't even old enough to drink on the state he lives in. Which I think already explains how messed up his mental health actually was. And then one day he messed up. He left Dee and that led to her death. He tried to find her, to save her. It cost him his own life. He was dead, soulless, people didn't saw him as human. They knew him as the ' scary orange man/guy'. But he made a promise. It's sad, one of the very few times he's actually acknowledged as human. Is the dsaf 3 good ending. Aka where he literally did everything for everyone knowing that in the end he couldn't pass on and get his own happiest day. And blackjack's regret. It was so strong that it gave him the power to go back in time. Just cause his guilt to turn back the clock and save Dee was that strong.

I think people should start seeing dsaf as something more than just "haha funny orange and aubergine guys have sex in Vegas". There are so many other things to it than davesport. For a series that's as much of a shitpost as dsaf. It's actually filled with angst. And so much potential only for the fandom to focus only on one part of it.

Anyway hi.

Can you guys that I like angst by now?

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[superfallingstars]

Hey! Wanted to send you another playlist ask prompt (if that's ok) ^^: Percy Weasley in his flat, trying not to think about his family. I'm genuinely wondering what he would listen to

send me playlist asks!

First off, you can basically always send playlist prompts, I’m fine with it, I have a ton of fun with these. It’s just a matter of whether I answer them in a few weeks, months, or years LOL

I confess, before receiving this ask, I had thought about Percy for maybe a grand total of 5 seconds, so suffice it to say that I had no idea what to do about this. However I recently (VERY recently) started rereading the series and I’m slowly remembering who tf he is lol. My playlists for the other Weasley kids all have a huge Britpop influence, so I decided to continue that (along with some other alternative 80s and 90s stuff) on Percy’s. Hopefully it comes across that he is a huge stuck-up nerd, but he is also just a young guy trying to find his place in the world, going through the difficult process of realizing that he's made a mistake, and admitting to himself and the people he hurt that he was wrong... I imagine it was a very humbling experience. Also wow there’s so many great songs about moving on and starting a new life and I don’t think about you at all anymore so idk why you’re even sending me a sweater MOM. Basically I'm quite proud of the lyrics on this one (part of why it took me 10000 years to answer) – so let's get into it

Track list:

Blur - There’s No Other Way: starting off strong with some early Blur. Tbh I don’t really know what this song is about but I enjoy that it starts out with “You’re taking the fun out of everything.” Soooo true Percy you killjoy

The Wedding Present - Box Elder: Great song about leaving (specifically a relationship – unfortunately most great songs about moving on are about relationships, but whatever)! “I’ve got a lot of things to do / A lot of places to go / I’ve got a lot of good things coming my way / And I’m afraid to say that you’re not one of them.” Yeowch!

Lloyd Cole and the Commotions - Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken?: I adore this song in all its 80s glory! The meaning is a bit ambiguous but imo it’s about being an opinionated, idealistic, pretentious young person (“Making your friends feel so guilty about their cynicism”) who doesn’t realize real life is going to – well – break their heart.

The Smiths - London: I just heard this song for the first time two days ago and omg it's perfect. Like it’s literally about leaving your friends and family behind to go move to London and work in the big city. Percy would 10000% listen to this (and uncritically agree that the only reason his family is mad at him is because they’re jealous of his success and his big boy job at the Ministry)

Ned’s Atomic Dustbin - Selfish: from what I can tell, this song is about being an insecure loser so you get all stuck-up and mean about it. "If I don't know what's cool / Will you call me a loser?" ... “I hope your head's aching from having too much fun” ... “The selfish gene in me / Has finally come into being / He’s teaching me how to be mean / But that’s a sorry sorry state to be in” ..Rather fitting, isn’t it?

The Wedding Present - Getting Nowhere Fast: read an article about this song (the original song, this is a cover) that described it as “the feeling that your failing life isn’t what you signed up for” and honestly I can’t describe it any better than that

Blur - Birthday: this song is about spending your birthday alone and feeling really weird and bad about it. Which is something I hadn’t even considered could have happened to Percy but now I 1000% believe that it did

New Order - Weirdo: These lyrics man. “It’s a life that’s made for me / Where I can be completely free / So long as I obey this sound / That echoes all around” Lollll

Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms: This song is a little dated for Percy’s time, but I quite like putting 80s stuff on here because I think older music adds to Percy's supposed maturity as well as making him seem accurately uncool. And “We’re fools to make war on our brothers in arms” wow sooooo true

The Verve - Neon Wilderness: truly captures the vibes of being a lonely young person living on your own in the big city. I can vividly picture Percy listening to this alone in his flat and slowly realizing what a sad and solitary life he has created for himself…

Pavement - Stop Breathing: THE REALIZATION. This song is technically about a soldier dealing with the emotional toll of war but it works fantastically well for this playlist (the guilt of realizing you were wrong, that you truly hurt others, and that your whole belief system was massively flawed). “Write it on a postcard / Dad they broke me / Dad they broke me.” Ummmmm screaming crying throwing up

The Rentals - It’s Time to Come Home: It really is.

WOWWW this one was so fun! It was a challenge to create a playlist for a character I’m not super familiar with, but honestly that was probably the most fun part about it! It’s so rewarding when you spend some time thinking about a character you (initially) feel neutral towards and force yourself to really consider their motivations and relate to them – I like Percy a lot more now LOL. Thank you so much for the ask!

[starlightingsss]

sparks fly / 1

sparks flew as she smiled. 2

haymitch x reader fic , eeekkkk i love him smmm !! escort is unnamed here bcs idk who was before effie, literally shitting on and slandering the district partner sooo !! long ass part btwww

as they gathered for the reaping - her last reaping - anxiety seemed to buzz in the air. she was 18, turning 19 in a few days, unlucky really. with her birthday falling on the week after the reaping, she was probably the oldest in there. the girls were dressed in their best dresses, she saw some really pretty ones but she still felt hers was the best. her dress was handstitched and embroidered by her, a blue satin dress with lace and embroidered flowers. the dress took her days, considering how delicate the satin was and how detailed the flowers were.

on this day, she was truly beautiful. the sun shone into her beautiful (e/c) eyes that seemed to glow at that moment, with the deep colors swirling and the little chunks of gold that seemed to just float. the sun shone on her (s/c) skin, reflecting off of it as if there was glitter. her features fitting themselves perfectly and beautifully as she walked in the street, people waved at the familiar beauty who grew up around them. as she walked hand in hand with her little sister to the reaping area, along with dozens of other kids.

they filed into the stands as she looked around admiring people's dresses, she saw a very pretty white sundress with puffed out sleeves and a woman with flowers braided into her hair.

as everyone stood there in anticipation, waiting for everyone to finish flowing into the large auditorium-like area.

"y/n .. what if its me this year?" liriel said, as her eyes filled with tears.

"sweet girl if they pull your name i'll volunteer." the woman said this without hesitation, knowing that the moment she did hear her name - or if she heard a name of a 12 year old - her arm would go up and the "magic" words would slip out of her mouth, sending her to her near death.

she knew that liriel wouldn't want her to volunteer but she knew she had a better chance at surviving in the arena either way. their chances were both slim but the woman was smart and resourceful, her body never really needed much food so it would never be an issue. her knowledge of poisons and herbal medicine was almost guaranteed to be unmatched amongst the tributes today, she knew how to make the most of the most simple things and that would probably save her life in the arena. she was small and fast, her frame probably letting her fit into many hiding spaces and holes, light enough to be able to scale the tallest trees.

as she was lost in her own thoughts, the escort on the stage started her speech, just some stuff about the hunger games. nothing important, but she was listening. waiting for the names to be called. she had this odd feeling in her gut, not something she had felt before but it wasn't dread. it wasn't pleasant either, it seemed to be acceptance. the woman had been able to put a smile onto her face for the very first time at a reaping, unsure of why. though this would be silly , she seemed to know her fate was already decided. she was going to be in the games this year.

and she was right, as the escorts shrill voice called out "y/n l/n", her little sisters tears and sobs filled her ears but still - she couldn't help but smile. this feeling of euphoria filling her senses and mind, and the smile on her face growing as she moved through the rows with "sorry"s and "excuse me"s, her escort was gorgeous, and the drunk stumbling on stage was even more so gorgeous, his blue eyes captivating, his rough beard adding this charm to his face. his features fit beautifully together, almost as beautiful as hers. she couldn't hear anything except the "cheers" of the district, a smile continuing to light up her pretty features as she imagined what it would be like in the capital.

the feeling she was feeling could only be described as euphoria, the freedom and happiness she felt unmatched to anything she felt in her life. her vision finally unclouded as she saw the world for its magnificent beauty. she gracefully walked onto stage, almost floating. she wasn't sure what this high she was feeling was but it was beautiful, and it made her feel more beautiful than she already was.

as she reached the stage, she shook hands with the escort, letting out a compliment directed to her hair. the escort smiled and thanked the girl, before turning and drawing a boy from the reaping bowl now.

the name basil thornehawk was boomed out into the mic, the ugly man making his way up to the stage. around the same age as y/n, but nowhere near as beautiful. his features contrasted themselves making him look like something in between a troll and an ogre. the girl herself wasn't tall but that man was short and disgusting. he looked like the kind of man who could only read at a 3rd grade level - and considering the general disregard for education in their district, saying 3rd grade was generous. but it was ok, she was gorgeous enough for both of them.

as they were led to the justice building, the say bye to their loved ones and board the train - her sister came in.

"y-y/n please you can't go .. please i need you .. i cant live by myself .. i- i don't know anything" she sobbed this out, as she hugged her sisters chest.

"awh it's ok, it doesn't really matter hon, you'll be fine, ok? i'll ask haymitch to make sure you're not starving n everything n it'll be finee" she said this as she patted the young girls head, oddly relaxed and optimistic in the face of this situation.

as the peacemakers tore the girl out of her arms, she seemed to still be smiling. the one on the left was a redhead, locks of his long hair sticking out of his mask, you could tell he had a fitter physique, he probably hot. the one on the left though, seemed older. he had a beer belly and reminded her of the men in the bar, she believes she's seen him before. he was quite handsome without his mask. she went with them willingly, following them down to the train station.

once she boarded the train, she examined the compartments. with luxury surrounding her, she felt like a princess.. a queen even. as she looked around, she saw the mahogany tables, the gold lined ceilings, the chandeliers, the fancy tiles on the roof, heads of animals hung on wall, porcelain vases with the prettiest designs on them, even a porcelain doll was on display. that doll something she was commonly associated with, "you look like a porcelain doll .. you're just gorgeous", a common comment she received. people calling her doll and dollface was something she was used to. the woman seemed to stare at the compartment in awe, as she saw even the display of liquor seemed to be held in crystal bottles. a little princess surrounded in luxury being sent to her imminent death, reminding her deeply of the story of marie antoinette, the magnificent and excessive former queen of france - the last queen of france, her spending having thrown the country off the rails.

the smile still lighting her face as she was forced to stand next to her dreadfully hideous district partner. she remembered him from the district when she waitressed in the bars and after her little "stunt" (his words) in the alley with the other even more dreadful man, he had mocked her for quitting her job. mocked her for how she did her hair and makeup, how she fiddled with the hem of her dress, how she loved flowers and indulged herself with naps in the meadow, he mocked her for her figure, mocked her for her face. he laughed at her eyes, how they seemed to be too deep, how he laughed at her when she was upset at attention from crude men, how he told her she was asking for it, telling her she was a whore and a slut. the man hated her deep in his soul, and she knew exactly why. as a waitress, she took tips, and the boy's dad was one of the more regular people at the bar. he tipped big, always giving her hundreds. too big for the people in the seam, where he lived. his dad had been giving away his salary to her, and his wife found out, causing her to demand a divorce. for splitting his parents, he always blamed her.

she sat down with a smile on her face, a little too close to her district partner for her own good, but she was happy. in that moment and in that hour, she was incomparably happy. she would get to remeet the man she had been lusting after for years, her savior and now mentor. maybe he would get the chance to save her again and maybe she could actually help him this time. her thoughts wandered as she looked into empty space dreamily, a smile on her face.

"stupid bitch" was something she heard from her district partner, the words not reaching her or bothering her. she was in her own little world, dreaming more than she should be able to in her pretty little head.

she was quickly snapped out of it, when her escort spoke.

"so pretty ! dear god you could be a model in the capitol ... i'm so excited to see what they do with you this year, darling!" her escort squeaked out, admiring the woman who seemed lost in her own head.

the woman was snapped out of her daydreaming state as she held the smile on her face, "you really think so? ive always wanted to be a model!", the excitement evident in her voice, beauty truly oozing out of her pores, as she seemed to glow.

"oh dear yes! those eyes ... that body .. those legs, honey! you could become a swimsuit model .. or maybe high fashion with that face .. so beautiful , unforgettable .. perfect." her escort seemed to be truly entranced with her, "i really hope they don't put you in those dreadful coal mining outfits again .. would really dull your shine!"

"oh those ... yea they suck but i remember once i saw this really pretty girl and she absolutely rocked it" the woman said this with such a smile on her face, as she seemed to dream.

"you're perfect! the perfect tribute! even when i was on stage .. i saw you in the crowd and i just thought 'oh my god..'! so happy i picked you this year, perfect victor." the escort seemed to be delighted. "now i wonder where abernathy is .. let me go check the bar car! you deserve to meet your mentor!"

as her escort scurried off, the man next to her tsked.

"jesus everyones obsessed with you, cant you just be normal for once?." his annoyance obvious in his words, as if his words weren't harsh enough.

the woman just rolled her eyes, not wanting to deal with the aggressive man's anger.

she pulled out a little flip mirror, as she checked her face. smudging out her eyeliner a little, making it look like a more cat-eyed look in opposition to what she had before. she pinched her lips and cheeks, refreshing the reddish tint that was there this morning. she ran her fingers through her hair, taming it.

she didnt expect it as the man grabbed her mirror, smashing it on the floor - right as the mentor and escort walked in.

this enraged the woman - that mirror was expensive.

"why the hell would you do that!" she hissed out, her voice pitching up in anger. she let out a few "ughh"s as she examined her now shattered mirror.

"sweetheart ..." said a familiarly grumpy voice, haymitch abernathy. she perked up as she stood and went in front of the man, squeaking out an excited "hi!" as she hugged him.

he was shocked by her hug, he had already gone through multiple glasses of the amber liquor in his cup and seemed too drunk to deal with this burst of affection, so he just ignored her.

he grumbled, "someones excited..", as he moved past her sitting down in her previous spot, next to her troll faced district partner.

she followed him and sat down directly across from him, with wide eyes as she seemed to genuinely glow in his presence.

he furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the doe eyed girl staring at him like he was everything, " if i didnt know better , i'd say you're hopelessly in love with me", he said this, chuckling at his own joke, taking another sip of his alcohol. she continue looking at him like she was utterly mesmerized by just his rough movements and his scruffy face.

the woman just let out a little giggle at that, unsure what to say.

he chuckled again as he said, "well i don't think i'm gonna make any progress with her today .. so, how about you." he said this, prying his attention away from the lovestruck beauty sitting across from him. to her distaste, he was looking at the absolutely hideous short gremlin that broke her mirror.

the man seemed to be caught off guard, in the middle of his probably really mean thoughts about the prettiest girl he'd literally ever seen, "huh?"

"jesus, we really have no luck with our tributes this year." haymitch said this, rolling his eyes, "what questions do you have for me?"

"oh um i- i don't know? i guess .. how did you win your games?" the stupid troll of a man replied, even she could've come up with a better response than that.

"was just smart", haymitch said this, shrugging off the question, clearly unpleased with it. "sweetheart, how about you go refill my drink for me?", as he directed his attention back to her.

she let out an "oh!" before she grabbed his glass, got up and walked over to the bar cart, "whiskey on the rocks right?", her voice ringing out of the room.

"whatever you want as long as its hard, hon" was his reply to her, as he looked back to her district partner as she got him a drink.

"i-is there any like general advice for the arena?" the younger man asked, still completely befuddled on what to ask his mentor.

"don't start a fire, don't go to the cornucopia, don't mess with the careers, find shelter and water, food won't matter as much" haymitch said this, as he saw the girl walk back into the compartment, a smile on her face, as she held his glass in one hand with a bottle of whiskey in the other. he let out a "thank you, sweetheart" as he flashed her a smile. she sat down, as he looked back at her district partner, "anything else?"

"whats the best shelter you could find in the games?" the woman said, the question seeming to dawn on her during that moment.

"finally a decent question.." he said this sitting up, and sipping from his drink as he saw the two tributes anticipating an answer, "either find high ground or somewhere underground, avoid bein out in the open." he hesitated a little before continuing this part, "you ..", he said as he pointed a finger at the girl, "you're gonna stand out like a sore thumb in whatever arena they put you in, sweetheart .. too pretty for your own good. make sure you find somewhere out of sight, now.. it's getting quite late, you two are gonna need your energy for tomorrow." he said this, as he stood up, stumbling a little. the girl immediately followed his movements, supporting the drunk man.

"don't have to .. 'm not that drunk", he said this.

"its fine, i wanna help you" she said this, still holding him. her response drew out a chuckle from his mouth.

as they walked to his room, the woman seemed to be ecstatic about being able to "help" haymitch like this, as they arrived to the room. "you can go now, hon." he said as she tried to follow him into his room.

"mm i'll go later, after you fall asleep n everything" she said, a little too eager

"sweetheart , i have to shower first, we'll be stuck together for most of tomorrow" he grumbled, as he pinched her cheek. she frowned in an exaggerated way, making a face at him.

"at least let me walk you inside?" she said, as a smile bloomed onto her face.

"how could i say no to a face like that?" he drawled, a little sarcastic as he did let her lead him into his room where he stumbled into his shower by himself.

as he didn't hear her leaving, he called out a wary "hon i know you're still there.", and her response to that was a squeak as she was caught off guard from being called out, as she walked out of his room. he undressed as he stepped into his shower, wondering why she seemed so attached to him .. not that he minded. she was gorgeous but he also acknowledged he was letting his guard down with her a little too fast, though he wasn't sure how he could not do that ... the prettiest girl he'd ever met seemed to be running around to try and tend to his every need, pouring his liquor, clinging to his arm. as he wet his sandy locks, he pondered a question. would she be able to stay alive ... could he keep her alive?

as he finished up his shower, he still peeked out of the bathroom a little cautiously, as to make sure the little minx wasn't still in his room, waiting for him to finish his shower. he dressed himself in whatever he could find, not actually going to sleep.

he went back out to the main room in their compartment, stealing bottles of whiskey from the table. he continued drinking later into the night, not actually being able to fall asleep until the later hours of the morning. the pretty girl remained on his mind, as he tried to drown out the idea of her imminent death and lack of chance in the arena. she was gorgeous but she definitely didn't look very strong. he didn't think she was a fighter, and he wasn't quite sure what she was. definitely gorgeous, but still, he didn't know how her little brain worked .. usually he could see the gears turning in someone's head as they were about to think up a question or something for him, but for her there was nothing, she seemed - in the nicest way possible - stupid. he looked into her eyes and there didn't seem to be a single thought floating around her head sometimes, but he knew there was something. he knew she wasn't stupid, she survived. he knew of her story, her parents, her sister, her history. he knew of how she was forced into exploiting men for a living, and he knew she could do it well, with the prettiest face and prettiest body he had seen, her voice a soft melody that seemed to bless the ears of whoever heard it, her gentle touch and her perfectly timed words. he knew she wasn't a woman who let herself be distressed, but a woman who still preferred to not get her hands dirty - not a killer.

her magnetism and how genuinely attractive she was would surely get her sponsors, just seeing her face would make men throw money at her. she knew how to speak, how to hold herself, and how to completely capture an audience. she without a doubt knew her cards and she knew how to play them, but being beautiful wouldn't win her the hunger games.

he eventually fell asleep, a light sleep, plagued by nightmares.

eventually, she and haymitch were the first ones awake.

she had set the table, taking a job from the avox, and she did it well and happily. haymitch had walked out in the middle of it, watching her as she worked, she still had a smile on her face. he wasn't sure what she was smiling about but her smile was pretty - and very contagious. after a few minutes, she realized he was there, greeting him with a "hi! good morning, the table's almost set so you can eat!"

once she finished up with setting the table, they both sat down. the avox served food, placing it down on the table. he saw she was hesitant to take it, and he asked, "not hungry?"

"oh um no, not really .. we never really had much to eat at home so im kinda just accustomed to not eating much, you know how that is?" she said, with her seemingly eternal smile as she sipped her orange juice.

"most of the kids are excited to eat capitol food." he said to her, as he put marmalade on his toast.

"well i mean it does look pretty good, i just dont really feel like eating it." she said, trying to "justify" herself.

"dont have to explain anything to me, sweetheart, i just think you should try to eat a little, gonna need energy for today." he said, as he bit into his toast. the woman who in contrast hadn't eaten anything, and looked a little uncomfortable at the table. he wondered if it was him but he also saw a change in her demeanor from yesterday.

she swallowed, as she barely said, "thank you for caring .. i guess i'll have some ..." she hesitated as she scanned the table, trying to decide what she wanted some of, "i'll just take a piece of ham!", she exclaimed this as she did pick a piece, eating a bit.

haymitch furrowed his eyebrows a little, her behavior and demeanor strange at the moment. but he decided just to ignore it, focusing on his toast.

"haymitch?" she called his name out of nowhere, catching his attention, "what are we gonna do today? we should be getting off right?"

he swallowed his mouthful of toast, "they'll just go clean you up a bit, trim your hair and everything then they'll send you off to your stylists for the parade.. don't worry about it too much, it'll just be some cosmetic things, i told them not to mess with your hair."

"oh thank god. i swear i would've knocked someone out if they tried to cut my hair," she joked, laughing awkwardly.

he smiled at her, wiping some jam off his beard before sipping his "tea", and continuing to eat his toast. "haven't touched your ham", he made the observation flustering the girl a little.

"oh well i mean i just, i guess i'm just not really hungry at all" she said, a smile he could tell she was forcing.

"are you like this back in the district too or is it just with capital food?" he joked, as he was getting drunk.

"i've never really been fond of eating, sometimes i forget .. doesn't really matter though", she said this smiling at him again. as her attention was directed towards her district partner coming out of his room. she didn't like basil - at all - but he was still her partner, and she was still grateful for him relieving the building tension in the room. haymitch didn't acknowledge the boy as he sat down, the girl just smiled at him.

he quickly scooped food onto his plate, a huge pile of eggs, bacon, and toast. she was still just sitting there watching them eat, while sipping on her orange juice.

no one really made conversation, up until basil asked another question about the games, " why shouldn't i start a fire?" he said, contradicting what haymitch had told them the night before.

"you shouldn't start a fire because the smoke is gonna give away your location." haymitch replied unhappily with a little bit of annoyance in his tone, trying to enjoy his toast and not make conversation with the other man.

"well what if i'm cold?" the idiot responded, stuffing his face with his mountain of food.

"if you're cold, you can deal with it. if you're dead, you'll be even colder." haymitch snapped, his tone insinuating he was done with the conversation.

"well i'm just saying i mean , dont you need a fire to cook food and keep warm?" basil asked, not seeming to understand what haymitch's tone was pointing to.

"fires make smoke and smoke tells people where you are, unless you're allied with the whole fucking arena, you're gonna get hunted down in the first five minutes." haymitch snapped, taking a long sip of his "tea".

"but what about food?" basil asked, continuing to eat his pile of eggs and meat.

"forage? you forage. get berries, leaves, whatever you can find that's edible?" haymitch growled, his tone making fun of the mans idiocy, "sweetheart.." he called, as he turned to her, "could you fill this with something?"

"oh of course," she said with a smile, having been watching the exchange between the man and her mentor. she took the cup and walked away, into the bar car to get him a drink. she'd only seen him drink whiskey but she couldn't find any so she just filled the cup with vodka instead, the clear liquor reflecting her face for just a second.

"here.. i couldn't find any whiskey so i just got vodka." her tone was a little apologetic, not wanting to irritate the man anymore.

"its fine, gorgeous, i don't mind either." he mused, smiling at her for just a second before resuming his attention on the younger man.

"what if we don't know how to forage?" her district partner asked after the exchange between the mentor and the lady was finished.

"what if you don't know how to forage, i know she does." he said, "her dandelion marmalade is probably one of the best things i've tasted, especially with her lavender sourdough bread and almond milk."

she smiled at how he remembered the exact contents of the little thank you basket she gifted him, "thank you..", she mumbled, as a blush grew on her cheeks.

"well, it doesn't matter how good she is at foraging if she can't even stand up without almost passing out .. cant even stop starving herself in the capital" basil spat out as if the mention of her was something disgusting.

"excuse me?" she said, the anger evident on her face.

"you heard me." he scowled.

the glar she shot at the man was a look of offense as she looked over to haymitch to see if he was gonna do anything, only to find haymitch looking down and focusing on his toast - not wanting any bit of her anger.

the woman sat still for a second, taking in the situation, trying to imagine the outcome of what she was about to do.

as she realized, haymitch wouldn't lay a hand on her, and basil wouldn't fight back immediately, she was safe to do what she wanted.

and with that, she leaned across the table, her fist charging at the boys nose, making contact almost immediately- everything happening too fast for anyone to react. she herself, seemed shocked at what she had done, hearing a loud snap that she knew wasn't her first. she had broken his nose.

"jesus.." haymitch grumbled, as he realized what happened. he sat up and looked over at the boy, "ehh your nose is probably broken .. you'll be fine.", still generally not caring about it.

haymitch had partially expected her to do something, not that but something.

"well .. at least we know you can throw a punch." he remarked, filing the silence as basil whimpered and she looked at him with wide eyes - regret mixed with her tears.

"gotta be kidding me.." he scowled, seeing her tears fill her eyes, he sighed as he told her it was fine as her tears fell.

after a few minutes or so, after she stopped crying and basil stopped bleeding, haymitch broke the silence again.

"gonna need a refill, sweetheart", he managed to deliver, with a hicupp.

"of course.. " she sniffled, as regret seemed to etch her face.

he just waved her off, he didn't really blame her for her violent outburst, to be fair - if he didn't know better, and if he was a little younger, and he heard the man make that comment to her, it would've been haymitch launching himself across the table instead of the woman.

she came back with a refill of his drink, which he took a long sip from.

"now. you two are going to stop arguing, stop fighting, and let me eat my toast in peace. you-" he scowled this as he pointed at basil, "stop whining, and you-" he said, pointing at her. he hesitated before speaking, as if trying to think of something to tell her to do before he seemed to just give up, not being able to find a criticism for her "fix the crying thing, they'll destroy you in the arena if you're always sniffling like that."

haymitch had only a few minutes to finish his toast, because right as he did, their escort squealed out a "we're almost there! thats the capitol!", as she got up to look out the window, pointing it out.

the younger woman raced to the window to see, as her tears evaporated and the smile that never seemed to leave her face grew wider. as they passed through a tunnel and ended up in the train station, she saw hundreds of capitol citizens waiting for tribute trains.

the woman was in her own little world and she waved, blowing kisses and smiling at the citizens, her beauty causing them to go haywire with cheers they could hear even in the compartment, as people seemed to adore her, she smiled before blowing one final kiss and ducking under the window. a look in her eyes like she had just achieved every single dream in her world as she slumped on the sofa, she was beaming. euphoria evident on her face, she sat up to see haymitch with a smile just like hers (thought a bit of annoyance still etched on his face over the very unpeaceful breakfast he just had), her district partner with a look of hatred and disgust on his face, and her escort beaming just like her.

"really hope you win this year ! too pretty to die .." her escort muttered, as the train skidded to a stop.

they all stood up as she shuffled over to haymitch's side, clinging onto the arm that didn't have a drink in his hand.

haymitch huffed again, a little annoyed but not too upset. "you two are gonna be escorted to 2 different cars with your stylists, they'll work on your hair and stuff, then you'll be shipped off to clothing for the tribute parade later tonight."

"mm.. really sorry for what happened.." the woman nodded, seemingly once again looking up at him like a wide eyed baby, as if the disappearance of food and her district partner eased her.

"crowds gonna go insane if they see you coming out like this, sweetheart." he told her, ignoring her apology and taking a swig from his flask, letting out a hiccup.

she was odd when she was stressed once she was relaxed though, she was seemingly pleasant. smiles all over and seemingly overtaken by little daydreams. haymitch wanted to help her, wanted to see her walk out of the games victorious. he let his thoughts wander like that as they both exited the train, hand in hand, causing the crowd to go absolutely insane as he anticipated. he didn't make many media appearances and she was probably the prettiest tribute ever.

ummm this is around 6k words .. went a little crazy !! but i love writing for haymitch sooo

ewww u guys the personalities are so inconsistentttt mbbb

haymitch is so demeaning to her too so im planning to give them both some major character development where haymitch realizes shes not js some hot bimbo n starts respecting her cs she proves it

but then as he realizes that, she starts losing her mind as shes training / prepping where her mental state is super unstable, so shes gonna have like a psychotic break once she gets into the arena

[apuff]

@sagaofa-dying-star thanks for the tag!!! rewriting the post because it's long asf

 Do you have freckles?  everyone has a little freckles. but i dont have too many

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?  i only drink southern style sweet tea bc we never have any good hot tea around

What was the last song you listened to?  MAMA APPARENTLY?? i was on that black parade grind i guess

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?  stomach usually but sometimes i go for the recovery position

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?  yes

Do you prefer drawing or writing?  probably drawing but i like writing too

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?  i have 6 blankets in my bed and it's not enough

What’s your favorite band/artist?  ahem. aheem. hehe. my chemical romance

When is your birthday?  am i not supposed to say this for internet safety-? anyways its in december

How tall are you?  5'2 is on my id but my family says im taller than that

What color are your eyes?  green 😏😏i have the rarest eye color 😏😏😏

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?  two of my online friends one of my irl friends one of my mutuals and one person i don't even like but probably really needs it

Fears?  im afraid of people i love dying, being in trouble, being late, and tape measures.

What’s your favorite color?  green BUT I LIKE ALL OF THEM

What’s your favorite season?  I LIKE ALL OF THEM

Want any tattoos? What of?  i kinda want some of those semi permanent ones that last for a few months of just random shit like band members and memes actually maybe i just want to draw on myself in sharpie

Want any piercings? Where?  i just want normal ear piercings :<

Who is the last person you texted?  my ex- camp roommate

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?  yes me and my bestie have been friends for like two and a half years

What/who do you miss?  i miss having good breakfast at camp 😭😭 also i hate to say it but getting exercise. also going outside..

How was your day today?  pretty good

How much sleep did you get last night?  like eight or something

Do you believe in aliens?  y'all. the universe is REALLY big. there's gotta be some alien bacteria hanging out on SOME planet SOMEWHERE

When was the last time you cried? Why?  yesterday because of algebra 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️muhammad ibn musa al-khwarizmi when i FUCKING CATCH YOU ITS OVER

What’s your favorite decade?  2020s- if i had to pick something else it would be 2000s

What are some seemingly childish things you like?  laughing at my reflection in spoons (i highly recommend doing this btw)

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?  i like too many books to count and i have read hp and pjo too many times to count, but recently ive wanted to reread the outsiders so much i go to bed thinking about it and wake up thinking about it

How are you, really?  fine but every other time in my life i have thought i was fine i have been very mentally ill in retrospect so 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?  depends on the type of decision..

What are you looking forward to in the near future?  artfight being over

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?  moving out :v

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?  i am going to the house of my online friends

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?  who sleeps with the door open

What’s your favorite flower?  cherry blossom or lily of the valley

Do you currently have a squish?  i don't know what the difference is between this and just loving your friend, so, idk?

Do you like your middle name?  yeah, i actually use it as my internet and gaming name

Do you prefer dogs or cats?  cats, i respect dogs but they have no concept of personal space

Do you have any phobias?  y'all i really don't like tape measures

Do you stay up late? i consider 11 30 to be late but some of my friends stay up all night sooo its subjective i guess

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?  yes; sunny beach is better because where i live the water is always freezing so you need it to be hot or else it's just miserable

What’s your favorite cartoon?  maybe she-ra

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs i'm already tagging my moots later.,/,/

Do you have siblings? How many?  i have 6 siblings

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?  MYSELF- i am lonely right now

Is there anyone you would die for?  why is this such an intense question 😭😭😭probably no i'm a bit of a coward

What do you need when you’re sad?  gerard way but i need him all the time so

Have you memorized your phone number?  no and it haunts me every day

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?  myself (no offense)

What does your last text say?  just had the most transcendent sandwich on the way home

i know this one is really long so no pressure to do all of it OR do it at all LMAO @the-mighty-q @karineverse @the-mighty-mittens @sea-creeture @thankyouforthev3n0m @hopelesshardrockfan @wannabescemo @starbird06

[mebiselfandi]

Title: Just My Luck

Summary: Vini and Gavi have the misfortune of continuously bumping into each other

Pairings: Vini Jr & Gavi

Tags: idk ‘you suck’ ‘no you suck more’ dynamics, one upping, Vini being an instigator for half of this😔, it’s not romantic it’s not even platonic

A/N: I feel like my writing style changed…not sure how to feel about that. Is it better or is it different? Different in a good way or a bad way idk

The venue was packed to the brim with guests. Footballers and friends. Musicians and plus ones. The multitude of crowds all chattered and mingled with each other over the loud music being played. Anyone and everyone was invited to Raphinha’s birthday party. He’d decided to make a big event of it this year. Something about you only turn 27 once. Gavi couldn’t remember. Him and Pedri made their way over to the birthday boy, wishing him a happy day and so forth before he directed them to the present pile where they could drop off their gifts. Pedri handed his to Gavi before disappearing off into the crowds to talk to someone. Gavi pushed his way over to the present pile and just his luck he should bump into the one person he didn’t want to see.

“Vinicius.”

“Pablo.”

The both greeted each other curtly, the memories of all their interactions and scuffles being brought to the surface at the sight of the other. They both left their presents before disappearing into the night, both hoping they wouldn’t have the misfortune of bumping into each other again.

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Vini couldn’t remember whether Neymar had said the bathroom was the 3rd door on his left or on his right. No he definitely said left, right…right? Leftright? Left, yes. He opened the door and entered.

“Wait! No don’t let it,” the door shut behind Vini, “close.”

Whoever else was in the room sighed dejectedly then fell back onto the wall he’d been leaning on. Vini let his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room before coming face to face with Gavi.

“Oh absolutely not,” Vini groaned out upon realizing who he’d managed to get himself stuck with in what appeared to not be the bathroom but rather a small dark supply closet.

He turned back to the door and pulled and turned at the knob to no avail. The door was locked tight. There was no escaping. The other man simply watched as he clawed at the metal piece. He changed tactics, opting to bang on the door and yell loudly. Maybe if he was loud enough, someone would hear him and come and unlock the door.

“It won’t work,” Gavi finally piped up. Vini turned a poisonous gaze towards him. “The closet is soundproof. And even if it wasn’t the music is certainly loud enough.”

Vini now realized how quiet the closet was. Just his luck that he’d be locked in a soundproof supply closet with one of the few people in the world he didn’t like. He took out his phone and began to dial Rodrygo.

“That won’t work either. There’s no reception.”

“Aren’t you the bearer of bad news,” Vini scoffed out, “what are you even doing in here?”

“Someone said this was where the bathroom was.”

If he wasn’t so dismayed at his predicament, Vini might have laughed at the irony. But considering the joke was at his expense, the humour was lost on him. Instead he just went and sat down next to where Gavi stood. He could feel him burning holes into his head from above so he turned up to face him.

“What? Are you gonna stand there all night?”

“No,” Gavi said in an annoyed tone as he slid down the wall to sit next to him.

Vini stared at him annoyedly at how close he’d decided to place himself to him; being able to feel his body heat next to his.

“Move over.”

“Why?”

“You’re too close to me.”

Gavi rolled his eyes and instead shifted even closer until his entire side was pressed flush into Vini’s.

“You’re so childish!” Vini burst out as he shoved Gavi rather roughly away from him.

“At least I’m actually one, what’s your excuse!?”

He tried not to think too hard about the fact that he’d not only insulted Vini but also himself in the same breath.

“Man what’s your problem with me!?” Vini shouted.

“Me? Me!? You’re the one with the problem with me!”

Vini scoffed once more.

“Okay look just stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine. It’s already bad enough I’m stuck in here with you.”

Gavi held back any retorts he had and simply scooted angrily to the other side of the closet, putting a good arms length of distance between them. At least he could find solitude in the fact that it would only be a matter of time before someone noticed at least one of them had gone missing. Then he’d try his absolute best to forget this whole cursed meeting.

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Four hours. It had been four hours since they’d gotten here and both Vini and Gavi were nearing their wits end. Four hours of absolute silence. Both of them sticking to their guns and completely ignoring the other. Like a Mexican stand-off of cold shoulders. Sure they could distract themselves with whatever music or games they had on their phones but neither one was willing to give the other the satisfaction of ‘winning’. But as competitive as they both were, they were both getting sick of being in the other’s presence. Eventually they turned to look at each other; a silent truce for the sake of both their sanity’s.

“We can’t stay here forever,” Vini said as he stood and turned towards Gavi, “maybe if we try breaking the door down?”

Gavi rolled his eyes but stood up and walked the 7 short steps over to Vini anyways. They took a few steps back and huddled closer to each other.

“On three. One, two, three.”

They surged forwards barreling full force into the door. The door stood firm however as they were knocked down to the ground. Gavi groaned lightly feeling every ache in his muscles from the impact. He sat up rubbing at his shoulder but quickly forgot about it when he took note of Vini’s still form. The other man had seemingly hit his head somehow, perhaps on the floor, and now lay unmoving next to Gavi.

“Hey! Now really isn’t the time to be messing with me!”

He slapped Vini’s cheeks lightly in an effort to wake him up. The last thing he needed right now was for someone to finally walk in and accuse him of supposed murder. But considering their luck so far, he considered it was only a matter of time before one of them had a brush with death. Thankfully the other man began to blink blearily at him as he came to. He reached a hand up to touch the tender back of his head which had smacked straight into the floor and whimpered softly when he made contact with the blazing area. Vini could already feel the beginnings of a headache brewing, maybe even a concussion.

“Come on.”

Gavi grabbed Vini by the arms and heaved him back towards the wall opposite the door, propping him up against it. He crouched in front of him and waved a hand in his face to get his attention. He held up two fingers in front of Vini’s face.

“I need you to focus. How many fingers am I holding up?”

However Vini just groaned, burying his face in his hands in the process. Gosh everything was so loud. His own breathing seemed to roar in his ears and Gavi’s question jumbled in a mess of floating letters in his head. He looked up as he felt Gavi place a hand on his cheek but sorely regretted it when the light filtering in through the small window seared itself into his eyes. They watered as the throbbing in his head amplified tenfold. He closed them again as he tried not to worsen the pain however this only served to increase Gavi’s panic for the seemingly unresponsive man.

“Vinicius!?”

“Don’t call me that,” he finally managed to grunt quietly.

“What?”

“It’s just Vini.”

Now was really not the time to be exchanging names.

“Look I need you to open your eyes so I can check if you’ve got a concussion.”

Slowly Vini opened his eyes. Wincing slightly before letting his eyes adjust to the soft light.

“Good. Now how many fingers am I holding up?”

Vini tried to focus on the fingers in front of him. Two. No four. Three. Ugh his head was spinning, he could barely even see.

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to assume you have a concussion. Try not to fall asleep.”

“Pretty sure that’s just a myth.”

“I’m not taking any chances.”

Gavi sat down beside Vini and let the other man lie his head on his shoulder. If he wasn’t so worried(not that he’d ever admit it), he probably would have had some jab ready to throw at the other man. But right now he just prayed someone would find them soon. And for the first time that night, his prayers were answered. The door jiggled slightly before a cleaning man poked his head in, scanning the small closet before finally taking notice of the two boys sitting disheveled on the floor.

“What are you two doing in here?” The man asked accusingly.

“We got locked in,” Gavi replied defensively.

He stood up then helped Vini to his feet.

“Not again,” the man grumbled as he stepped aside to let them out.

They walked out of the closet and back into the now empty venue, both of them looking at the messages that were pinging on their phones now that they’d managed to leave that suffocating supply closet.

“Did they just leave us behind?” Gavi scoffed disbelievingly as finally they reached the grand entrance.

“Speak for yourself. I drove here myself,” Vini muttered as he rubbed lightly at his eyes. His head hurt significantly less but he still felt the occasional phantom pin pricks of pain.

Gavi took out his phone and quickly dialed a number, pacing impatiently as it rang. Vini listened in on Gavi’s one sided conversation.

“Hey, where’d you go…you didn’t think of looking for me first?…no I got locked in a supply closet…can’t you just come back…yeah Vini’s still here…yes that Vini…absolutely not, just-,” Gavi looked at his phone in shock, “he just hung up on me,” he laughed mirthlessly. Gavi swore he’d kill Pedri when he saw him next for leaving him behind.

He turned to look at Vini. The older man leaned against the wall, face turned to the sky. He took in deep breaths seemingly trying to will away the light pulsing in his head. Giving up whatever stubbornness he had left in the name of not wanting to be stranded here indefinitely, he sighed and walked up to Vini.

“Can you give me a ride?” He grumbled out lowly.

“I think the fuck not,” the other man muttered nonchalantly as he turned his face to stare down Gavi.

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“Why didn’t you drive here yourself?” Vini asked in a belittling tone.

It took every bit of willpower to not quip back. Gavi sighed and closed his eyes momentarily as he tried to calm himself down. Seeing as he was the one who was stranded, fighting with the only person who could seemingly help him was a rather poor decision.

“You can’t drive with a concussion,” he pointed out.

Whatever smugness Vini had felt over him slowly dissipated as he realized Gavi was right. Unless he planned on driving straight to heaven, there was no way he could possibly even back out of the parking lot, much less drive home.

“So what?”

“I can drive instead.”

“Like hell you will,” who did this kid think he was, “you’re not touching my car. Besides, aren’t you like 12, can you even drive?”

Gavi rolled his eyes at the other man’s poking.

“Yes, I can drive.”

“Let me see your license then,” Vini demanded as he reached his hand out expectantly.

“No.”

“Just show me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have one…”

“I thought you said you could drive!?”

“Yeah I can…but my test is only next week!”

Vini rubbed at his temples. He was sure this was some kind of elaborate prank. His only hope of getting home was the most annoying person he’d ever met and they didn’t even have a license. Was this some kind of sick joke? Maybe he hadn’t been praying hard enough and this was God’s retribution. Maybe this was because he’d pulled one too many pranks on Rodrygo and now the universe was seeking balance for his actions. Whatever had landed him in this fever dream of events, he simply prayed the night would end sooner rather than later.

“If you even so much as scratch my car, I will kill you.”

“Oh somebody save me I’m so scared,” Gavi said mockingly as he rubbed his arms in faux fear.

Vini just let out a loud groan in response as he walked away and out of the venue. They reached the parking lot which was now deserted except for Vini’s car. A sleek black sports car that gleamed in the moonlight. Shiny and expensive.

“Compensating?” Gavi smirked.

“I’ll leave you behind if you’re not careful.”

“I’d love to see how far you’d get when you can’t even tell up from down.”

“Oh just get in,” Vini bit out as he unlocked the car.

He settled himself in the passenger seat and watched as Gavi got into the drivers seat. They stared at each other in silence momentarily, unsure what to do. Until Vini grabbed Gavi’s hand, pressing the car keys into his palm.

“You better not crash my car.”

Vini squeezed his hand tight, digging the keys slightly into his palm, before letting it go. Gavi rolled his eyes then started up the car listening to the engine as it revved up. He pulled out of the parking lot and set out onto the road.

It seemed the other man had made it his task to drive as painstakingly slow as possible. Whatever few cars found themselves still out at this hour overtook them in a flurry of hoots and loud honking. Even a small bus that looked unfit for travel rolled by them. Its red rear lights flashed derisively as it wheeled away from them. Vini was sure even a child learning to ride a bicycle for the first time could surpass them. At this rate, if he got out now and started walking back, he was certain he would get home before Gavi did.

“When I said don’t crash my car I didn’t mean drive slower than my grandmother.”

“Then why don’t you drive instead?” Gavi tapped his chin lightly as he pretended to think about it, “oh yeah, you can’t.”

Vini ignored the other man’s sarcasm.

“We aren’t even moving,” Vini groaned as he closed his eyes once more.

“You know I could just kick you out,” Gavi bit back in a venomous tone.

“It’s my car!” Vini shouted incredulously.

He took a few more deep breaths to prevent himself from letting the other man get to him. They settled once again into an electric silence. Charged with the need to see who could piss off the other more. Vini let out a loud sigh then reached out and turned on the radio. He turned to look at Gavi who cringed at the loud Brazilian rap music that blasted out of the stereo. The loud tremors of the music made the remnants of Vini’s concussion pound softly like a dull reminder of why he was stuck with Gavi in the first place.

“Turn it down!” Gavi shouted, barely able to hear his own voice over the loud continuous beat.

Vini had already planned to turn it down but now that Gavi had asked, he surely couldn’t just give in. So instead, he ignored the throbbing in his head and grinned, pretending to be unable to understand what he was saying.

“What?” He shouted mockingly over the booming bass.

The look of absolute irritation on Gavi’s face spurred him on as he bobbed his head side to side in silent victory. It didn’t last long seeing as Gavi took it in his own hands to turn off the radio and plunge them into an unnatural silence.

“Hey! Don’t touch my radio,” Vini warned as he switched on the offending music again. Gavi quickly turned it off again.

“Or else what?” He challenged as he rolled the car to a complete stop.

“Or else I’ll-,” Vini didn’t get to finish as a knock interrupted whatever threat he’d cooked up.

The knock sounded again and both Vini and Gavi turned in shock to look at the police man who’d interrupted Vini. He gestured for them to roll the window down.

“Good evening officer,” Gavi greeted.

His previously boiling blood had been chilled significantly. He prayed the officer wouldn’t ask for his license seeing as he didn’t have one.

“Do you realize how slow you were going?” The man asked, skipping the niceties.

“I…” Gavi stammered.

“License please?”

Shit shit shit. Gavi’s hands felt clammy and cold as he cursed whatever spirits or deities had decided to actively work against him. Lucky for him, Vini decided to intervene.

“He’s still a learner but here’s mine,” he said as he handed his license over to the officer with a smile.

The officer huffed as he looked at the small piece of plastic. He handed the license back to Vini after a few moments of careful inspection. They both waited in shared nervousness as the officer looked back and forth between the two of them. Finally the man seemed to settle on a decision. He whipped out a small yellow notepad and began to scribble quickly in it. He tore out the ticket and handed it over to Gavi.

“I’m giving you a ticket. Drive faster,” the officer warned gruffly before stalking back to his car and driving away.

Both of them stared in shock at the small piece of paper in Gavi’s hand. The only sound the soft purr of the still running engine. Until Vini broke the relative silence.

“Yellow ticket? Sound familiar?”

Gavi turned to face the older man who looked back at him neutrally. But instead of the usual accompanying jab, he burst into laughter. As did Vini. They laughed almost deliriously at everything that had lead them to this point. Neither was sure whether they’d reached a new understanding between them but for a few seconds they could both appreciate the absurdity of the night. Eventually, their laughs subsided to heaving chests and beaming smiles. The cold night air blew into the car through the still open window; raising goosebumps on their skin. It was a pleasant night, all things considered.

“It’s Gavi…by the way.” Vini turned to look at him confused. “Nobody calls me Pablo…except maybe my mum.”

“I know. I just wanted to piss you off.” Vini smiled cheekily.

The other man let out a short laugh.

“I still don’t like you,” Gavi grinned.

“Yeah yeah just drive,” Vini grinned back.

For @swaggypsyduck is for you bestie🫣

[sapphire-weapon]

Random thought but how good do you think Leon is about practicing safe sex while manwhoring around?

I'm torn because, like, he's very self destructive but he also spends his whole life worrying about infection so... Idk?

Also, do you think he's gotten a vasectomy at any point?

Oh, I think he's very paranoid about being safe -- and I don't think that it's necessarily because of infection reasons (though I'm sure that that's part of it), but more because of pregnancy reasons. He probably can't stand the idea of bringing a child into this world just because of the way he personally views the world and what's happening in it. He also probably can't stand the idea of fathering a child he can't care for.

I imagine that, pre-RE2, settling down and having a family was always the goal for Leon. Hell, he probably wanted to be a dad more than he ever wanted to be a cop -- especially RE2make Leon.

But now? God forbid he ended up with a kid on accident, there's no way in hell he'd ever be able to be an active part of that kid's life in the way that he'd want to be. He's already a deadbeat re: Sherry, and that eats at him enough -- he doesn't need an actual blood child making it even worse. The thought of being that guy who only sees his kid a handful of times a year and consistently misses birthdays and holidays and really only exists as money that gets sent over probably terrifies him.

Especially when you consider that there's a very real, good chance that he'll get killed on a mission or just kill himself and end up leaving that kid entirely fatherless before they're even old enough to drive.

So, I think that Leon is always carrying not just one but two condoms around with him at all times just in case one breaks or he's lucky enough to end up with a girl who wants to go for seconds. I also don't think he has ever even one time trusted the words "I'm on the pill" from literally anyone unless he's actually seen her physically take the thing in front of him.

Of course, the denial of his desire to actually settle down and have a family probably landed him with a breeding/pregnancy kink, and nothing's made him come harder than the very few times he actually got to fuck a woman bareback and finish inside her, but. You know. He's become the master of the "pull out, condom off, finish on the tits/stomach" so... that's... something. I guess.

I don't think he ever made the move to have a vasectomy, just because even vasectomies aren't 100% reliable, and there's still some very small part of him that holds out hope that maybe he actually still might be able to have a family one day. Sure, they're reversible, but why take the risk when he probably already has a low sperm count to begin with by the time he's in his 30s because of all of the shit his body has been exposed to and all of the physical abuse he's taken.

He's probably a lot less paranoid about safety if or when he's with another man, though. Without the risk of dragging a new life into this mess, yeah, I'll bet that self-destructive nature of his comes out right quick and gives far less of a fuck and he mostly bottoms for men anyway.

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Cute Ship Stuff

Here’s some HC’s about the lovely ships in this AU! I plan to do a future post with more backstory oriented stuff, but IDK when. Credit as always to the wonderful lovelies, @artzychic27 and @imsparky2002!

OH!!! Guess who came up with Mor’du’s new name! In this AU, he will be called ‘Yamikuma’ to fit with Brave being Kagami’s story. LMK your thoughts!

*Marinette loves to take Adrien out on little adventures on weekends, to let him experience things he’s never done before. No matter what it is, Adrien is always excited, because it’s new and he’s doing it with her.

*Adrien tells Marinette about the lights that appear in the sky every year on his birthday, and she vows to take him to see them one day. For now, they love to stargaze in the school courtyard.

*Once Kagami joins the relationship, they all love to go out for rides on Longg. It helps that all three of them can fit on his back!

*Nino frequently drops by Alya’s work in the mornings and afternoons, just to keep her company and help her clean up from the morning and afternoon rushes.

*Alya is teaching Nino to do a lot of things without using magic, like cooking and cleaning and fixing things. He appreciates and enjoys it a lot more than he thought he would for the accomplished feeling it gives him.

*Nathaniel has a gorgeous singing voice, and he’ll sing a song Marc loved from childhood, ‘Vuelie’ to calm him down when his control over his powers starts to slip.

*Marc loves to make ice statues based off Nathaniel’s drawings or just of Nathaniel himself, and Nath can’t help but squeal when he watches him work.

*Marc starts keeping a small pillow in his backpack for when Nathaniel falls asleep in random places around the school.

*Ondine is still rather clumsy on her new legs, so on particularly long and/or difficult walks, Kim will pick her up and carry her, so she doesn’t get tired or hurt.

*The students have a running betting pool over how many times Kim will catch Ondine falling or tripping from something in day. The highest record is eleven. He doesn’t mind it though, because he likes being able to hold her.

*He gets her into working out after she decides to join the school’s swim team. When she was able to deadlift 120 pounds on her first try, his heart nearly exploded and he almost asked her to marry him on the spot.

*Mylene loves to make flower crowns for Ivan and he’s more than happy to wear them, no matter what anyone says!

*Ivan introduces Mylene to all his gargoyle friends at the school, and she finds them to be lovely company. They love her too, she brings them snacks!

*Juleka loves to listen to Rose reading fairytales. They can spend hours in the library with Rose just reading all her favorite stories to Juleka, who never gets tired of hearing them.

*Rose absolutely adores dancing, so she will often pull Juleka out to twirl around with her when one of the various musicians at the school is playing in the courtyard.

*Mireille will often shift to her lion form and lay across Aurore’s lap while she’s working so the fairy can run her fingers through her mane and fur, which both of them find very calming.

*The first time Simon tried to take Denise flying with him, it did NOT go well as their muscle mass ended up being a BIT too much for him to handle. (They ARE nine feet tall, after all…) After that, he goes to Lacey for pixie dust or borrows Alix’s carpet for them whenever they feel like a romantic fly.

*Simon will play music on his pipe-flute for Denise to calm them down when they’re especially upset about being treated as a ‘villain’. He’s…not very good, and it mostly works because it makes them laugh.

*Cosette loves to teach Zoe the dance moves from their music videos and to hear her singing along to their tunes. It’s considering asking her to record a few tracks with the band, she knows the fans would LOVE Zoe’s beautiful voice as much as they do.

[lastlight-inn]

Hi hi!! 🩷🤍🤎

I answered 🩷 and 🤍 here already but I gotchu with 🤎.

🤎 Brown: How did you decide to write (or why are you writing) a certain fanfic? (Asker, feel free to choose a specific story you're curious about. You can also let the answerer choose the story.)

As I only have one real long fic I've been writing, I will address You're At the Top of My Lungs.

Poppy is a very very old OC and she is frequently subjected to my hot boy of the month. But as a result of her being so old, I have a canon history with her. She "lives" in our timeline. I know her birthday. I know what she was doing in 2012. A lot of her background that I've shared in YATTOML is "canon" as it were lmao. I didn't have to develop it for my bg3 story with her, it's been sitting with me for years.

She dumped her last partner in 2018 when she found out they were cheating and all her other attempts at dating afterward fizzled out. So she's sort of been celibate by choice for a few years. This can be helpful because it gives me "room" to have her meet someone...whenever in that timeline (though COVID does throw a wrench into those things.) Given all of that, It was very easy to slip Gale into her story.

I sort of did the reverse that people have been doing with Gale x Tav. I pulled Gale into our world with Poppy instead of inserting her into BG3. It was already "canon" that Poppy's mother was born in England and moved to America for the boy she met at University. I had started thinking that Poppy would visit England in her summers as a child ages before I started playing BG3. It was easy to make Morena her mom's childhood and university friend, for their children to be close in age and to befriend each other.

In one version of this universe, Gale does NOT miss her mother's funeral but something else happens that breaks the relationship, but in a much more forgiving way. So when Poppy decides to move to England for Reasons in the fall of 2023 and happens to run into Gale, it's easier for her to forgive him in a low-stakes scenario such as that.

That being said, and to get back to the original question, I spent months thinking about Gale and Poppy in Our world before I sort of hit a wall (like...what does their future look like? idk what Poppy's future looks like because I haven't lived it yet )That's where the actual game comes in.

I play a self-insert Lore bard version of Poppy in my main bg3 playthrough. That is not canon. Instead, I started trying to figure out how I could actually fit Poppy into the story given what I already know about her background, character, etc. It's copied over fairly seamlessly. Having the friendship breaking moment be that Gale misses her mom's funeral is Insane (I am very aware, I apologize to anyone that's been turned off by my fic because of that lmao) but I couldn't use the "real" reason because...Mystra is a goddess and the reason isn't really possible in my mind because of that fact. Eventually the Gale brainrot turned into full-on PoppyxGale brainrot to the point where I needed to write it all down.

I have never written Poppy before for two reasons.

Her story in "current day" is nebulous and I want to keep it that way.

Her backstory (i.e. who she's friends with "IRL") is a little too self-indulgent for me to feel comfortable sharing. I feel pre-emptive embarrassment even considering writing that idk her bandmate used to be the drummer for My Chemical Romance (I'm going to go throw up now please don't look at me).

But the BG3 storyline is so Contained and far, far away from #2 that I was like...wait....I KNOW exactly what happens. This is a static storyline I'm creating...and I want to remember it. And share it.

Idk if I'll ever write what I consider Gale x Poppy's canon story in our timeline (I consider BG3 an AU as it were lol). Sharing that maladaptive daydream feels too personal.

tldr; brain got Too Full and I needed to write it down lmao

As for the Modern College AU I have in the works that I talk about in the linked ask/answer, I wanted to write that one because a) the lack of Modern AUs esp with a younger Gale and b) my love of college radio. I was a part of my university's college radio station for all 4 years and it was so important to me, my growth, and my life at that time. I want to write something that's sort of an ode to that and I feel like would be a bit different! I want to use the radio as a sort of Greek Chorus for the fic and that one idea has been singlehandedly fueling my writing and brainworm for that particular project. Now all I need is to figure out how Gale and Poppy actually get together in that universe 😭.

WELL THAT WAS LONG but ty for your ask 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[anitalenia]

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ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒! my real name is Aja Anita, and it’s pronounced Asia. Everyone always gets my name wrong and they always call me crazy things 😭 it’s okay though, I learned to accept that my name was weird. anyway, below you will find FAQs about me and what I like and just some things I wanted to share with ya’ll. Enjoy ♡

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╰₊˚ʚ my birthday is November 9, 2002, and I am twenty years old. I am a proud scorpio. I am Scorpio Sun, Gemini Rising, and Taurus Moon, so do with that what you will.

╰₊˚ʚ I AM A WOMAN and I identify as a woman. My pronouns are she/her/hers. I am currently located in Chicago right now, and I moved here a few years ago. I was born in Florida, moved to Tennessee for a while, and then moved to Chicago. I always moved around to different houses like every year, and I love to travel probably because of that. I hate staying in one place.

╰₊˚ʚ I BELIEVE IN pro-choice, my body my choice. If that is a problem for you, you can leave. I don’t believe in controlling another person or their choices, manipulating them to fit your agenda. Everyone is equal, everyone is important, and everyone has the right to their own opinions and choices. I believe animals are important, and that nature is very special and should be treated fairly and with care. I am atheist, as i do not believe in Jesus/God. I don’t believe in socialized religion. Again, if you don’t agree with this then that’s okay, I’m not trying to offend anyone with my beliefs. I do kinda consider myself a spiritual person, and I believe everyone is connected to the earth and all that stuff. But yeah, just a little context as to my beliefs and ideas. But in general, you should love everyone, treat everyone fairly, even animals and plant life, and project good things cause then good things will come to you. Karma is real 🤌🏻

╰₊˚ʚ MY FAVORITE FOODS include anything seafood related, especially sushi and lobster. I love wings, especially garlic parmesan, bbq, and buffalo. I love bbq anything. bbq ribs, brisket, pork sandwiches. I love love love salad and I love caesar salad. I love cheese fries, with the melted cheese, bacon, all that good stuff 😫 I love cheesy anything and I love Mexican food. tbh, I love all foods. I just love eating 😭 I don’t really like carrots tho. Especially when they’re cooked in something and they’re all soggy 😅 just no.

╰₊˚ʚ SOME OF MY HOBBIES include writing, reading, looking up recipes I’ll never cook, and doing my makeup/hair. I love writing and creating characters and their own little backstories. I love food but I can’t cook, so I just watch everyone else do it on YouTube 😭. I love doing my makeup and it’s actually kind of therapeutic for me. I love making eyeshadow looks but I don’t really like using graphic liner. Idk tho, I’m trying to expand my horizons. I love having a different style from everyone else, and being as unique as possible. Always embrace your weirdness 🤌🏻

╰₊˚ʚ I LOVE FANTASY related things. I love learning about mythology and whimsical creatures. I love vampires, werewolves, fairies, mermaids, sirens, all that stuff, and learning about their abilities. I love creepy things others would find melancholic, but then I love bright pink sparkly things 😭 my aesthetic always changes.

ANYWAY, I hope this gave my followers some insight into who I was, of course I could’ve gone on for days but this is just the surface level. Hope you all have a great day 🫶🏻

[celiaelise]

Also it's almost the end of the birthday of someone who I consider one of my first and closest friends, but I don't even know if they know I feel that way bc I don't communicate with them!!

Is awkward bc for many years I upheld most of our communication, with them going silent for weeks or months, and now that has flipped. All their messages to me the last few months have gone unresponded-to. I don't even know why, except I rarely see them in person anymore, and talking just feels like a little too much effort. Plus, now, I would feel the need to include an apology for having been remiss.

Also the last few times we've seen each other I kind of let them down? Some of these instances are debatable, but at least one is NOT, I genuinely fucked up and they went through a bit of a hard time for it.

And idk I've always wanted to be a friend for them that can be there and help whenever and with whatever they need, because at times in the past they've been in precarious circumstances. and I figured it was my duty, as someone whose situation is more stable and who loves them, to do everything I can. (I know I am being a little bit Catholic about this, I can't HELP it!!) But, especially since I've moved out, my own issues have really curtailed my ability to be that person.

idk I feel like this is all making me sound like a self-aggrandizing asshole, which is very possibly because I am.

[notjanine]

okay so this party tonight

it's a good friend's birthday and she really wants me to come. she's the one who hooked me up with Bookstore. she's also friends with Messy Guy. both of them will be there.

WHO KNOWS WHAT:

Birthday Friend knows that i am seeing Bookstore and Tech Guy, knows that i had a bad hookup and knows a few details, but does NOT know that it was with Messy Guy. if she knew more about what happened with him, i don't think they would be friends anymore.

Messy Guy knows most of what happened between us (i say most bc this dude has a substance use problem that i now believe is worse than i thought when we were actually messing around, and apparently he doesn't remember everything he did- or he claims not to, anyway), also knows that i am seeing both Bookstore and Tech Guy (just bc my silly little escapades have been a fun topic of conversation among our classmates).

Bookstore knows most of what happened with Messy Guy, but does NOT know that i am also currently seeing Tech Guy. (they said they were cool with the whole nothing-serious-no-exclusivity-or-monogamy-ho-phase thing, but that's different from actually KNOWING there's another person i'm seeing regularly. the other people i've talked to about this (including Birthday Friend) said that it's best not to be so transparent that they know about each other, bc they both okayed what i'm about right now. i don't want them to get in their own heads about it! when i'm with them, i'm with them.)

SO my main concern is that Messy Guy will get fucked up and/or extra messy and mention to Bookstore that i'm also seeing someone else. tbh they might not even mind, but to hear that from someone they already dislike bc of what they've heard from me (which was not my intention! i don't even dislike Messy Guy as much as i should, considering)...

my secondary concerns are that Messy Guy might make a move bc he is VERY impulsive and okay maybe i'm still a little into him (like.... okay he did some stuff he really shouldn't have done, without my consent and before i had a chance to say no, and like none of it was a CRIME, but i probably should have kicked his ass, on at least two separate occasions. however. i cannot tell a lie, i am still attracted to this man. i know i should stay away from him and i have been! but. he Hot.) and i am also worried that like. what if my friend's other friends don't like me :(

my best case scenario... i think Bookstore and Messy Guy should hook up, idk, they're both bi, Messy Guy likes tall guys and Bookstore will absolutely also think Messy Guy is hot, likee.... Bookstore doesn't think this'll happen but i told them You ain't met the man yet, wait and see :)

SO basically i'm wondering if i should tell Bookstore that i'm also seeing someone else before Messy Guy even gets the chance, but that doesn't seem like the right reason, if i should even do that at all. also wondering if i should text Messy Guy to be like Hey is it gonna be weird between us, but i assume he would say It's cool no matter what, and i know i definitely shouldn't text him at all

also wondering what i should wear- the red sweater that's my go-to nice top (Birthday Friend complements me literally every time i wear it, so i could wear it For Her) or my favorite very oversized button down that is. well, it's an oversized button down, but i don't button it all the way (that was my ex's favorite on me and Tech Guy likes it too)

so anyway. anyway. just another day in my year of who the hell am i and what have i gotten myself into. i'm probably overthinking this, i'm just gonna try to go with with the flow and i'll probably leave super early anyway, before chronically late Messy Guy even gets there. and then he and Bookstore could fool around without me!