#charity 001

[kira-aminu]

Location: Masquerade Gala, Paradise Point Starter for: @mcrcosantos

She was equal amounts relieved and disappointed that when her raffle ticket number was called out, something she had only bought to support the charity and in the hope she would win Genesis, that it didn't match with the number in front of the one man up on stage that she recognised. Ignoring the tug on her heartstrings as she watched someone else claim the date with her ex, Kira stood once the raffle was over and made her way over to the person who matched her ticket.

"356? Hi." It wasn't really a date, but it was only her second since she had decided she needed to put herself out there more, but this was just pushing the button for her awkward side to show up. "I'm Kira, I don't know if we know each other but I'm not a psycho and I'm also sorry if you were hoping someone specific would win you. I can try and switch a ticket with someone if you need me to."

[cali-cabrera]

Location: Masquerade Gala, Paradise Point Starter for: @levibecker

"You grab some drinks, I'll grab dessert. Meet me by the ocean wall." Fuelled by the shots that had gone down far too easily and the champagne that seemed to be freely passed around the gala, Cali tapped her fist against her raffle date's before walking over to the dessert table, trying to look as subtle as possible. Not an easy task considering her dress was hot pink. Glancing over the desserts on offer instantly made her mouth water and as soon as she spotted the strawberry cheesecake, Cali knew immediately she'd have to find a way to swipe it for her date. Waiting until the serving assistant was distracted, Cali grabbed two spoons and the plate with the cheesecake, turning quickly and walking to the doors as quickly as her heels would allow.

Finding her way out to the back of the property, Cali made her way over to the familiar figure, placing the cheesecake down on the wall between them. "Just know that if anyone comes looking for this, we may need to push it over the wall."

[saulweissberg]

availability / @fridaynightmuses / emir! setting / the kitchen of the cantwell country club. timeline / sunday, september 29th, 2024 at 11:01 am.

it would either end up feeling like walking down the aisle or walking to the gallows. the charity luncheon was bound to be a success, event planning was in his blood as his mother was a former country club boardwoman, but there was still margin for error. a wide margin for error. the food wasn’t going to be a problem, that he could almost certainly count on. la galleria and the mango tree were two of his favorite restaurants in blue harbor, so it was a no-brainer to ask them both to cater the luncheon. with an hour left to spare before the doors were to open for the first guests to arrive, saul did a quick run through. entering the kitchen, he spotted emir instantly. saul smiled in greeting. “hey, emir! everything looks great in here!” he surveyed the cooks and waiting staff running around the kitchen animatedly. “are you excited?”

[guiltychems]

continued from here — @assidvous .

her  steps  come  to  a  halt  before  allowing  herself  to  finally  face  him.  there's  a  biting  remark  at  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  but  how  can  she  say  it  when  charity  knows  it's  true.  all  she's  ever  been  good  at  is  walking  away.  walking  away  from  her  problems,  from  getting  to  close  to  her  and  as  much  as  she  wishes  this  could  be  different..  it  isn’t.  " and  what  do  you  want,  kellan?  a  gold  medal? "  she  sarcastically  remarks,  "  i  already  told  you  that  i  don’t  want  to  do  this  anymore.  why  can’t  you  just  let  it  go? "

[doctornilayxaksoy-esfahani]

📜𝙽𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐

When Saul first told her about the charity luncheon and asked her to be one of the speakers, there was truly nothing in the world that would make her miss it. While the girls were with Eli's parents for the next few hours, what with her and Eli being there along with her parents, she was ready to take the opportunity to help support BrightSparks and the law firm. Yet while the anthropologist has made speeches before, there was still a part of her that was anxious before she was suppose to go on. With Elijah mingling, Nilay was over at the bar and sipping at her pomegranate martini. Trying to talk herself through the anxiety building up when she saw her uncle (figure). "H-Hey!" She held her drink up in a small cheers, her other hand fidgeting with her Magen David while she gave him a weak smile. "Everything looks incredible, Saul. You've truly outdone yourself."

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚘: @saulweissberg

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋 ; 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

[annelouiseoosterhuis]

availability / @delicatedevils setting / lakeside banquet hall, cantwell country club. timeline / sunday, september 29th, 2024 at 2:30 pm.

would it shock anyone to know that anne-louise didn’t drink often? she wasn’t exactly someone that got invited to parties growing up, and she had been taught to fear alcohol and what can happen to drunk girls by her mothers and various lifetime movies. so, her tolerance was… zero. maybe a little alcohol would help soothe her nerves, but that sort of thinking felt like a slippery slope that would surely lead to alcoholism within weeks, maybe days! and then who knows what after that! perhaps what she feared most was liking it too much, to feel like life was better with a drink in hand than without it. that meant regulating her alcoholic intake to special occasions and dinners out with friends. despite working in a bar for fifteen years, she rarely touched the stuff herself, unless it was expected of her in a social setting. like a charity luncheon, for example. anne-louise approached the bar and gave the blond bartender a shy smile. “hi, could i please have a piña colada?” she leaned over to take a quick look behind the bar, “or… if you don’t have a blender back there, can i please just something really fruity that doesn’t taste like alcohol and comes with as many maraschino cherries you can spare?”

[lia-lozano]

Location: Masquerade Gala, Paradise Point Starter for: @marcusbishop

With her performance and her raffle date over, the clock had struck midnight and the array of masks had been removed, something that Lia was surprised she had even cared about. Although the nerves had kicked in before her performance, it had allowed her to step into someone else's shoes for the night. Knowing it was likely photographs of the event would get out, she had chosen her revenge dress wisely, she had gone on stage and performed songs that could be linked to her ex without a care in the world. But now, maskless and sat at a bar, she was settled with that unsettled feeling at just how exposing everything was.

Tapping her glossy red nail against the bar, Lia simply shrugged at the bartender. "Sorry, I have no idea." Glancing to her left, she tilted her head a little to the side before pointing at the drink the man next to her had in front of him. "Is that strong? If it is, what is it? If it's strong, I'm just going to order one of those."

[gwcnbouchard]

who: @purgatored (cherry) when: couple days after the storm where: gwen's home

When Gwen had arrived in town, she hadn't been able to sleep more than a few minutes at a time. Each little noise had her convinced that she was moments away from death. As time went on, she'd settled into her own little routine and sleep came a little easier. Then the storm happened and Gwen found herself back in old habits, forcing herself to stay awake as long as possible. Still, even terror couldn't keep her up forever.

The sudden slam of her front door had Gwen shooting up from where she'd been dozing on her couch, a sudden pain shooting down her neck at the sudden movement. "Fuck ow," she muttered, one hand trying to massage the pain away while the other reached for the nearest object to defend herself. "Damn Cherry," she whined, relaxing as the familiar figure rounded the corner. "You ever hear of knocking?'

[dahliayoung]

CLOSED STARTER for @delicatedevils ( hudson ) !! WHEN/WHERE: weissberg charity luncheon INSPIRED BY ( THIS )

Dahlia adjusted the neckline of her dress, feeling the cool touch of her silver necklace on her skin. She tossed a playful glance at Clem, who was already grinning at her over the plan they’d concocted. It was harmless really – these insanely rich people wouldn’t miss one bottle, right? With a quick tousle of her hair, Dahlia crossed the room towards the bar where her father’s new neighbor, Hudson, was stationed. They’d only exchanged brief pleasantries in the past, but she hoped it was enough to keep them engaged in a long-enough conversation.  As she approached the bar, she smiled at Hudson, putting a pensive look on her face. “Hey, you’re…Hudson, right? I think we met at my dad’s a little while back.” Her tone was light and casual as she leaned against the bar. “Mind if I keep you company for a bit?” Her goal was simple–keep his attention long enough to allow Clem to work her magic.

[sybxritiic]

❝ no, i don't. but i'm pretty sure you need a head CT, ❞ callie replied. ❝ i can refer you to a colleague of mine, if you want. she can help you figure out why you're displaying such bizarre aggression towards women in public restrooms. ❞ now that she'd said it out loud, the situation really did seem bizarre. surely, no one would believe her if she told them that she'd been accosted by a forensic scientist in the bathroom at a charity event. ❝ right, which is exactly why i don't believe you. ❞ unfortunately, there was no way to prove her theory, unless... the surgeon turned to face the younger woman again, a smirk forming on her lips as she stepped closer. ❝ you're turned on right now, aren't you ? ❞

"do you need a hearing aid, grandma? that's what i said." andy scowled, wondering if it was safe to say anything at this point. every point beforehand should've been enough of a clue that it wasn't. this was exactly why she didn't like callie and she refused to be faulted for it, even if her reaction to the woman could be a little… visceral, at times. "of course you are." she groaned, seriously contemplating hitting her head against the wall that wasn't too far behind her. "we did just establish that my face isn't straight, so." a fake smile was aimed at callie, though she was as bristled on the outside as she was on the inside. "i'm not lying to myself about anything."

[guiltychems]

continued from here — @ancmalous .

she shouldn’t be feeling this way about anything that has to do with ziggy. if he wants to hover around every part of the party? let him. if he wants to suck face with some random blonde in the middle of a party? that’s great. that’s how it should be. so, why did it feel so much easier said than done?

charity’s always been good at putting up a front — wearing a mask, hiding how she really feels under an array of fake acts, mainly anger. it was the only emotion she’d seem to ever let herself feel and with ziggy? he knows how to piss her off. knows how to say or do the wrong things in order to get a reaction out of her and tonight was proof of that. maybe she could’ve let the sight go, walk away and keep herself distracted enough to forget.

it was the eye contact that did it for her. an action that had been so blatantly obvious an attempt at getting a reaction out of her and it pissed her off. enough to get somewhat of the reaction he seems like he’s prying for.

the brunette continues on her way— maneuvering her body through the crowd until she’s outside: feet in control as she tries to get a grip on herself. hearing the sounds of footsteps behind her and doing her best to ignore it. which, of course, is impossible when dealing with ziggy.

“ you can do whatever the hell you want. ” her eyes roll, bringing the bottle to her lips to take another sip as she continues walking away from the party. where? charity doesn’t know nor does she seem to care. anywhere he wasn’t would be completely fine. “ why are you even out here? if being tongue deep with your blondie is how you hav fun then do that. i dont need you following me around. ”

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ five places rich boy! gojo should not fuck you (but he does it anyway)

synopsis. rich boy! gojo and five times he’s managed to fuck you no matter how bad the time and place—he’s always been a tad bit spoiled, after all

contents. rich boy! gojo, college! au, fem! reader, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, more tags will be added onto each individual part

notes. this is an olddd series i abandoned a long time ago but i’m bringing it back and i’m going to finish it this time. the first installment is already posted but stay tuned for the others

001: SUGURU’S BIRTHDAY PARTY

SPOILED ROTTEN

it’s satoru’s best friends big day, and your first real encounter with geto suguru, but satoru insists suguru won’t notice if you disappear for just a little while

002: CHARITY BANQUET

sure, satoru loves the idea of raising money for good causes, he really does, but he also loves how pretty you look in that cute dress of yours

003: UNIVERSITY CAMPUS

it would be highly unprofessional if a professor were to walk into the empty classroom right now, but that seems to be the least of satoru’s worries

004: HIS PARENT’S ANNIVERSARY PARTY

you and satoru overhear a few people say you’ll break up soon enough, and now he’s determined to prove to you they’re wrong—even if that means forgetting his parents for a bit

005: HIS FATHER’S OFFICE

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL

satoru and his father don’t quite get along—you don’t think it would help that case if his father walked in on you right now. but satoru doesn’t seem to care at all

© property of saetoru all rights reserved

[annelouiseoosterhuis]

availability / @themadisynhuang setting / hallway of the cantwell country club. timeline / sunday, september 29th, 2024 at 1:45 pm.

anne-louise hadn’t wanted to stay at the luncheon for so long. she just wanted to toil around for an hour, donate as much money as she could (which wasn’t much), and make an appearance as demanded by her mom. just long enough to show face, mingle with a few blue harbor citizens she already knew from either of her jobs instead of meeting someone new, and then spend the rest of her sunday relaxing at home with her dog. getting caught in madisyn’s crosshairs was not part of the plan. it was too late, anne-louise was in the sight of a lion. she tried not to grimace when she spotted madisyn coming from the other way as she walked down the hall towards the bathrooms. “heeeey, girl.” anne-louise greeted madisyn, smiling hesitantly. “how’s my favorite customer?” she asked, lying about that last part. (that title belonged to max.)

[fcrox]

Clara laughed at those words, finding both amusement and a truth that could not be denied within them. How many times before had her own family made sure that those, she would hang around would fit a certain criterion and then some. Always the same, always making sure the names brought home were either the best of the best or simply adorned with a well-known name. “Don’t I know that all too well! My parents are the same. Make the name work for you.” Or so they kept telling her.

The witch let out a sigh, scanning Charity for a moment before she shrugged instead. “You’ll figure something out. Who knows, it might be fun.” It wasn’t exactly that Clara felt charitable, a funny pun, no, she was simply bored. “So, when exactly is that dinner party?” - @bbcharity

She wasn't a fan of quidditch, never quite understanding the drill of it. However, she was most definitely familiar with the faces of those who successful enough to play in the good teams, as their faces popped up on the Daily Prophet fairly often. Clara was not exactly a friend, but she was certainly an interesting enough guest for her grandparents' dinner gathering. "Friends of their liking, at least." She let on, no need to hide the truth, careless as she was. "Well, what would you want in return? See if I can give it to you."

[b1gtimerush]

set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

[guiltychems]

continued from here — @poiiseon .

if  there  was  anything  she  believed  nicky  was  good  at,  the  first  on  the  list  would  be  getting  under  her  skin.  he  was  practically  a  master  at  it  and  she  hates  it  despite  how  much  she'll  continue  to  deny  it.  refusing  to  believe  that  nicholas  fucking  wilson  was  capable  of  bringing  out  any  feeling  aside  from  irritation.  annoying.  hatred,  even.  him  and  his  stupid  need  to  grab  her  attention.  and  her  with  inability  to  ignore  him  the  way  she  preaches  she  would.

after  she  bumps  into  the  two,  charity  turns  around—forced  smile  on  her  lips  as  she  glances  between  the  two:  brown  hues  stopping  to  rest  on  him.  a  flame  brewing  within  them.  “ get  out  of  the  way  next  time  and  you  wouldn't  have  to  worry ,”  biting  back  whatever  feelings  were  brewing  under  the  surface,  “ like  i  said,  find  a  room  or  something. ”  if  the  woman  he's  with  has  anything  to  say  at  all,  charity  ignores  her—feeling  as  though  neither  are  worth  her  attention  any  longer  before,  officially,  storming  off.

the  bottle  in  her  grasp  comes  to  her  lips  once  again,  downing  about  as  much  as  she  could  within  that  single  swing—distancing  herself  as  far  from  the  party  as  she  could.  away  from  the  people,  away  from  him.  all  of  which  soon  becomes  nothing  more  than  wishful  thinking  after  she  hears  that  voice  catching  up  behind  her.  strides  coming  to  a  slow  stop,  charity's  body  turning  to  face  nicky.

“ you'd  only  make  a  profit  if  it  was  a  good  show.  that— ”  hand  with  the  bottle  gesturing  to  where  the  blonde  had  been  left  behind—  “ was  hardly  worth  anything.  any  longer  and  she  probably  would've  been  drowning  in  all that  saliva. ”