#i spent so long looking for a faceclaim but THERE WAS ONE RIGHT IN ONE OF MY FAVORITE ANIMES

[mclqren]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ★ FC43

PAIRING ✦ franco colapinto x fem!sargeant!reader

SUMMARY ✦ with your brother's seat being taken by your admirer of the past year, you try your best to stay clear, but it's hard when franco is trying so goddamn hard to get your attention [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing, very minor hate comments

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ i am NOT fluent in italian or spanish so please correct me if i've messed up on either of them! i count this as the best of both worlds because i love having franco on the grid but i'm missing my goat logan. the faceclaim i've used is marissa long but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername logie, my bestest friend and the best older brother i could ever ask for. i am so so SO proud of you and the journey you have had during your formula one seasons. so many memories have been made, and i know that i will never ever forget the times we spent in the williams paddock, just having fun together (& bullying alex, obviously). the williams social media page won't be the same without me posting slips of you. trust me when i say this isn't the end, but simply the beginning. lots of love always and forever, y/n 💗

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logansargeant ❤️

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yourusername someone hit me up with an italian man please, i love this country

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user4 oh she's taking it

user5 mother as perrrr

user6 the sargeant genetics are LETHALLL

user7 please someone tell me why is she in italy if her brother doesn't drive for williams anymore?

user8 she's the williams social media manager!! she started in the same year as logan x

logansargeant baby sis ❤️

yourusername love you sm 💗

francolapinto did you know i'm actually half italian?

francolapinto sei molto bella🙏🙏 (you are very pretty)

user9 second year running and he's after y/n AGAIN IM CRYING

user10 after taking her brother's seat too PLEASEEE he has guts i have to give it to him

user11 FRANCO'S COMMENT I'M DYINGGGG

user12 and the way she's ignoring it too oh my days 😭 it's been a year and he's still on this

imessages ( y/n )

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yourusername week off 🍏

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user16 farm girl???

user17 where is she 😭😭

yourusername my best friend's farm 💗

user18 multi-talented girl fr

user19 she looks like she BELONGS fr

user20 she def doesn't want to go back to the old 9-5

yourusername oh def not

yourbsf my angel 🪽🤍

yourusername best time w you alwaysss 💗

francolapinto never wanted to be a goat so badly

user21 I AM PISSING MYSELF

user22 HE IS SO BLATANT AT THIS POINTTTT

user23 @/yourusername PLEASE WE NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON FRANCO'S COMMENTS

user24 she def won't answer but it's still so fucking funny i can't

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yourusername most beautiful place 💗

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user28 beautyyyy

user29 please y/n we need to see your pinterest RIGHT NOW the vibes are everything

user30 okay but...you & franco??

user31 what about letting people have some privacy, hm?

user32 oh wowwww

francolapinto not as beautiful as you 😉❤️

yourusername 🤣🤣

user33 FRANCO YOU DID IT!!!

user34 watch as franco puts y/n noticed x1 in his bio now

user35 THE WAY HE ACTUALLY DID IT. GIRL...

user34 I AM CREASING I CANNOT

lilymhe baby girl 😍

yourusername my lilypad i love you to bits!!

logansargeant are you sure you and that lion aren't twins

yourusername i'm thinking we were separated at birth??

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williamsracing and just like that, mr colapinto is a point scorer in formula one, in his second ever race!! congratulations franco, take a bow 👏💗

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user38 CONGRATULATIONS FRANCOOO!!

user39 big question is...which admin posted this?

user40 one MILLION percent y/n. no doubt about it.

user41 you can tell y/n posted this bc of her signature pink heart HAHA

user42 i just know somewhere franco is kicking his feet and giggling over y/n telling him to take a bow for his performance

user43 oh franco colapinto you have won me over

user44 seeing this and lowkey feeling so sad for logan

user45 no but imagine how y/n must feel?? her brother just leaving and having to post this, she must hate franco right about now

user46 honestly, judging by the post race interview, i think y/n is fine with franco scoring points, tbh!

yourusername 👏👏💗

francolapinto hearts ❤️

user47 I AM SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE??

imessages ( franco )

imessages ( y/n )

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yourusername 🦢🦢

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user48 IS MISS Y/N OUT ON A DATE???

user49 facecard could kill.

user50 Y/N ON A DATE WHO CHEERED

user51 someone check up on franco like right now.

user52 either franco is the guy in the pictures and that's why he's not commenting, or he's entered a depressive state

user53 knowing his dramatic ass it could be either

alex_albon mystery man 👀🤑

yourusername shhhh albon

logansargeant i'll fight him if he hurts you 😁

yourusername love you too logie 🧸

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yourusername city break 🇦🇷

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user54 FRANCO CAMEO FRANCO CAMEO THIS IS NOTTTT A DRILL

user55 I AM SCREAMING

user56 alexa play how you get the girl by taylor swift

user57 she's in his hometown...so this serious stuff now

user58 Y/N I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

francolapinto 😁❤️❤️

yourusername ��💗

logansargeant willing to fly out to collect you if i have to 🫡

yourusername i promise you i'm fine 💗

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francolapinto 1 AÑO DESPUÉS… ¡¡TENGO A LA CHICA!! ¡¡VAMOS!! la persona más hermosa por dentro y por fuera, con el corazón más grande que jamás haya existido. estoy tan feliz en este momento que las palabras no pueden explicarlo. te amo te amo te amo ❤️ (1 YEAR LATER… I GOT THE GIRL!! COME ON!! the most beautiful person inside and out, with the biggest heart that ever lived. i am so happy right now that words cannot explain it. i love you i love you i love you ❤️)

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user59 original y/n franco fans RISE

user60 WE ARE THE REAL WINNERS!!

user61 oh he is in love for real

user62 need someone to love me how he loves y/n

user63 their love is so so special

user64 okay but how's logan feeling about all this...? must be so awkward...

user65 judging by his comment...i think he's doing absolutely fine 🤣

logansargeant hurt her and i'm at your doorstep. 😊

francolapinto will never be a problem 🫡

yourusername you're the cutest ever

yourusername FRANCO 🤣🤣

francolapinto let me share my love for you, no?

yourusername i wanna kiss you so bad rn

logansargeant keep it pg-13 please.

yourusername logan.

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[ham1lton]

nepo sister?

pairing: lando norris x fellow driver’s sister!reader (no faceclaim).

summary: your sister is one of the most famous f1 drivers in history and when she suddenly has a barrage of hate and online users comparing her to a certain lando norris, you’ve gotta step in and sort it out. you couldn’t foresee the man in question being into you.

warnings: jokes about adoption but it’s lighthearted. also mentions of racism and sexism. also y/n bullying poor lando in defence of her sister.

author’s note: as i do with requests, i put my own little spin on it! hope u enjoy 💕also i used aaliyah as your sister’s faceclaim but she’s your adopted sister so y/n is still pretty much whoever you view her to be. i refer to yn’s older sis as o/s. in case you were wondering who tf that is. reminder that requests are currently still open!

edit: now part of a series ! <3

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yourusername: why is my sister so dramatic? she picked me up from the airport in a FUR jacket in a LIMO? also this cat is evil. genuinely evil. cat satan. catan?

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oldersister: i was at an EVENT! 😭 you’re lucky i even picked your ass up anyways 🙄🖕🏾

-> user1: their dynamic is so funny.

user2: y/n in melbourne for the grand prix??? 😍

user4: o/s looks sooo good 😍😍😍

user3: the cat is so cute 🥺

-> yourusername: no need to lie bae ❤️

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yourusername: my sister before, during and after the race. plus our dad!! he’s new to this ig shit so be nice or i’ll bulldoze your grandma. let me start by just say something… my sister is one of the best drivers in the world. i see a lot of people cussing her out and all i’m gonna say is don’t pmo. she’s my sister but even besides that, her multiple historic accolades speak for themselves. quit playing with your misogynistic and racist shit before i drag your whole lineage.

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oldersister: stop being so aggressive 🙄 but thank you. love you.

-> yourusername: posted this to cover the fact i spent $82 on fast food using your card 😘

-> oldersister: that’s it? that’s not the worst you’ve done tbf.

hater1: be real. lando is better than o/s in every shape and form. it’s just a fact.

-> yourusername: so why is o/s a two-time world champion and lando isn’t?

user1: SPEAK ON IT!!! 🗣️🔈

hater2: o/s is overrated.

-> yourusername: snore. ass take. come up with something original and not completely false.

user2: y/n said might i suggest you don’t fuck with my sis!!!

-> user6: she’s in her solange era 😭

user3: is this because someone said y/n was worse than lando?

-> yourusername: like 🤣 don’t ever compare the two. o/s is a world champion and lando is… lando.

-> landonorris: NO CAUSE WHY AM I IN THIS???? 😭

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landonorris: just woke up to my name trending on twitter. what you say fuck me for 😭😭 stop using my name to drag my fellow drivers i’m begging you.

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user1: no cause if anything these haters are lando antis and not o/s antis. they set your ass up omgggg. pure insane hate.

user2: fighting for my life defending you.

user3: the three diff angles of the same george crying vid is crazy work ngl.

-> georgerussell63: no cause HE got dragged and now he’s setting ME up.

-> user3: dw king. find solace in that he either searched google purely for this photo or had them saved onto his phone. haters nowadays are fans in denial.

-> landonorris: nah i’m just a hater.

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yourusername: i met lando nowins. i guess he’s cool.

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oldersister: now that’s just not right.

-> landonorris: i know!! after the four hour long convo y/n and i had, she still drags me 😔💔

-> oldersister: i wasn’t talking about that. i’m talking about the picture she chose for me. why did she use that photo after catching me off guard??? and if you know y/n, get ready for the bullying. she does it to all her loved ones.

user2: HELPJSJSJAKA

user3: this is the content i follow you for y/n.

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[endofradio]

TRUE ECOLOGY — CHAPTER 1: HOLIDAY IN BAVARIA

PROLOGUE |

WARNINGS: n/a

NOTES: see what i did there with the chapter title? (teehee holiday in cambodia by dead kennedys reference) anyways the next chapters will be much more interesting i promise 💀

also as far as faceclaims go, stephen’s is hamish linklater, louise’s is elizabeth debicki, and sabina’s is talia ryder yippee! for visuals i might insert some gifs here and there since tumblr is Perfect for that.

SUMMARY: recent college graduate salem travels with her stepmother louise and father stephen from new hampshire to the bavarian alps in germany, their destination being a luxurious place by the name of resort alpschatten. upon entering the lobby, salem notices something strange — one of the guests starts vomiting. she also encounters the enigmatic owner of the resort, herr könig.

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“How much longer is this car ride gonna be?”

Salem let out a sigh as she stared out the window of the car, watching as lines of trees passed by. That was all that she could see right now — trees. Trees, and mountains. At this point, it felt like they had been driving for days. They had taken a plane from New Hampshire to Germany, which had been 8 hours long. Then, there was the 4-hour car ride from Frankfurt to Bavaria. Those 4 hours were almost over, and it felt like it had taken six days just to get here.

Salem was exhausted.

Her stepmother, seated in the front passenger’s seat, turned around to reassure Salem with a smile. "We're almost there, I promise," she said, checking her watch. “Just… a half-hour more of driving, and then we should be there, alright?”

Even though Louise was like a "mother" to her, Salem was annoyed by something about her. Whenever she spoke, it seemed insincere, and her smile appeared overly polite. Salem longed for her real mother, but as far as she knew, she was deceased. Within a few weeks of her mother's disappearance, her father met a younger woman who was blonde, pretty, rich, and tall.

“Thanks, Mom.”

God, just calling her “mom” made Salem’s skin crawl. The word just didn’t feel right on her tongue.

The vacation destination was Resort Alpschatten, where Salem's father had been working for the past couple of years as an assistant to the owner, Herr König. He thought it would be nice for Louise to bring Salem along to visit for a while, considering she hadn't seen her father in so long.

In all honesty, Salem hadn't missed him. Their relationship had never been perfect, but since his marriage to Louise, things had become more strained between the two.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Louise commented, turning around to look at Salem.

The car ride had certainly been awkward. Salem's father had picked up her and Louise from Frankfurt to drive them to Bavaria, and the whole time, Salem barely spoke a word to either of them. She had spent the majority of the car ride listening to music with her earbuds in and reading.

“I just… don’t have much to say. That’s all.” She quietly responded.

Louise slowly nodded. “That’s understandable, I mean… you’re probably tired.”

The Bavarian Alps were a stark contrast to Salem's hometown of Derry, New Hampshire. Derry was a fairly small and unremarkable town. Traveling all the way to Germany had been quite a shock but in a good way. The Alps were breathtaking, and Bavaria in general was stunning. It felt like a breath of fresh air, especially with it being spring.

The only problem was that Salem wasn't very fluent in German. In preparation for the trip, she had spent the past couple of months learning as much as she could. She understood some basic phrases, at least. Good enough, right?

Eventually, Salem noticed a large building up in the distance, assuming it to be Resort Alpschatten. If that was truly what it was, then Jesus Christ, it was beautiful. It was huge.

“Well, this is it!” Salem’s father confirmed with a smile. He turned around to look at Salem, his eager smile not fading. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s… big. Really nice place. Makes sense why you like it so much.”

I’d hate to get lost in there.

From how her father described it, Resort Alpschatten was an incredibly luxurious resort that provided all of the guests with five-star-worthy hospitality. The rooms and suites were impressive, the spa treatments were highly comfortable, and, surprisingly, the resort could even provide advanced medical treatments due to its previous history as a medical center. A resort with a hospital right on its grounds honestly seemed like a pretty smart idea. The whole place honestly sounded like heaven on earth.

A sudden German-accented voice then spoke up, unexpectedly startling everyone in the car.

“Ah, Stephen, my friend! I take it this is your family you’ve told me about, yes?”

Sure enough, a short-haired man was standing in front of the window, a polite smile on his face as he gently pushed down his round-framed sunglasses. Salem’s first impression of him was that he looked rather well-maintained, his outfit choice of a dark green jacket and a brown turtleneck proving a sense of fashionability. Honestly, the man looked like he could be a model.

“Herr König! Yes, you’d be correct. This is my wife, Louise, and my daughter, Salem.”

Louise, of course, gave König a polite wave and a smile. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Herr König. My husband has said plenty of great things about you.”

Stephen had said that König was a nice man, and so far, he seemed friendly enough. However, Salem still felt shy. Even at 24 years old, she still took the saying "Don't talk to strangers" to heart. She had always been the quiet one.

So, Salem just gave König a small and awkward wave. Something about his stare just made her feel more nervous. His eyes were quite a piercing shade of blue.

“Salem, aren’t you going to say hello?” Stephen asked with slight disapproval in his tone. “Come on, be polite. This is my boss.”

König didn’t seem to mind. “Ah, no worries.” He chuckled. “A person cannot be forced to talk. Perhaps she’ll feel much more comfortable when she’s… adjusted.”

Each word König spoke dripped with politeness; he sounded just as sophisticated as he appeared.

“You all must be very tired from such a long journey.” He then said, his smile never fading even slightly. “Come. I’ll lead you three inside. I’ll ensure your luggage is brought to your rooms.”

“So, you’re the quiet one, hm?”

Salem was unprepared to hear König speak to her, so when he did, she flinched just a little.

“Yeah, uh… I guess.” She answered, shrugging.

“Do you not like… talking to people?”

The way König spoke made it seem like he was interrogating Salem, which made her feel slightly nervous. It was as if he was trying to analyze her.

At his question, she simply just shrugged again. “I suppose it depends.”

“Depends?” König repeated, intrigued. “How so?”

“Well…” Salem turned to make sure Louise and Stephen weren’t paying attention before she spoke again. “I don’t like talking to certain people. Ask my parents. They’d know what I’m talking about.”

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Of course, she was indirectly talking about them. König didn’t exactly seem to pick up on that. Maybe it was a good thing.

“Ah, so you’re picky, huh?” He asked, letting out a small chuckle of amusement.

“I guess.”

König opened the front door of the resort, stepping to the side to allow everyone through. Salem’s eyes immediately widened when she looked around the lobby. It looked so comfortable. Cozy furniture, potted plants, artwork on the walls… there was a bit of a vintage design to it, she thought. It reminded her of a hotel lobby from perhaps the 70s.

“Sabina’s the receptionist,” König explained. “She’ll give you your rooms.”

Louise and Stephen approached the reception desk first, leaving Salem in König’s presence again.

“Well, what do you think?” König asked. There was a sense of pride that he reflected as he surveyed the area. “Beautiful, isn’t it? The Alps provide the perfect scenery for a place such as this.”

Salem slowly nodded in agreement as she gawked at her surroundings. “Yeah… you’re right. It’s very pretty.”

“Has your father told you this all used to be a medical center?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Hm. Well, it’s true.” König smiled. “I took over around… twelve years ago or so, and started rebuilding it into the extravagant resort you’re now standing in.”

Just as König finished speaking, Louise and Stephen had obtained their room key. He glanced at the pair for a moment before his gaze fell on Salem again, watching as she quietly approached Sabina.

Sabina appeared to be the only receptionist working there and looked quite young, too. Younger than Salem, even. She felt some sense of almost pity for her.

Before she could even pause to think over her words, the first thing that came out of Salem’s mouth was, “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” Sabina answered. Her voice was nonchalant and monotone, her German accent subtle. “Why do you ask?”

Salem immediately felt embarrassed. “Isn’t that overwhelming, working in a place like this by yourself at your age?”

Sabina shrugged. “You get used to it.”

She brushed a lock of her long brown hair out of her face, blowing a bubble of pink bubblegum before it popped. “Well?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you here for a room?”

Before Salem could speak, there was suddenly the sound of retching. She quickly turned around, noticing a woman hunched over and vomiting while her very much concerned husband attempted to comfort her.

Sabina looked uncomfortable, slight concern flashing across her expression for a moment before it quickly faded. “Don’t… worry about that. It happens here sometimes. Think there’s been some kind of… sickness going around.”

Salem slowly nodded, awkwardly clearing her throat before she looked back at Sabina. She noticed that concerned look appear again, now with a hint of nervousness. She was staring in König’s direction as if she was wanting reassurance from him. He stepped closer to the reception desk, the polite smile that had previously been on his face returning rather quickly.

“Ah, yes. Not to worry. Illnesses come and go. Nothing out of the ordinary, I promise.”

Sabina appeared relieved at König’s response, looking back at Salem with a nonchalant expression once again. “So, what’s your name?”

“Salem Moriarty.”

Sabina took out a pen. “Well, we’ve got some, uh… private bungalows, rooms, suites… interested in any of those?”

“I’ll go with a suite.”

While Sabina was busy helping Salem, the same woman who had been vomiting earlier started retching again.

“Hey, hey… let’s get you out of here. You’re going to be okay.”

Salem noticed that Sabina was beginning to look nervous again, but she attempted to push it down.

“Ich werde nie Kinder bekommen. (I’m never having any children.)” Sabina muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” Salem quietly asked.

Sabina quickly snapped her head back up. “Oh, nothing. You don’t speak German, do you?”

“Just enough to get me by, I guess.”

“Ah.”

Eventually, after a few more minutes, Sabina gave Salem the key to her suite.

“Suite 144. Enjoy your stay here.” She spoke, now smiling kindly. “If you like going outside, Herr König takes the guests out on a nature walk every Wednesday. If you need some time to decompress, we also offer high-quality spa treatments. I really recommend them.”

Salem took her room key and offered Sabina an awkward smile. Her sudden switch-up in demeanor was honestly somewhat strange. Every so often, she’d glance back up at König, who was still standing in the lobby.

“Stimmt etwas nicht, Sabina? (Is something the matter, Sabina?)” König quietly asked, stepping closer to the reception desk. The smile he had worn had faded, replaced by a significantly more serious expression.

Sabina watched as Salem turned around to leave, clearly wanting to let them talk in peace. She looked back up at König, sighing.

“Ich möchte nicht mehr nachts arbeiten. (I don’t want to work at night anymore.)”

König raised an eyebrow at Sabina’s words, not speaking.

“Es gefällt mir nicht. (I don’t like it.)” Sabina continued.

Sabina could tell by the look in König’s eyes that he wasn’t pleased with her words in the slightest. It took him a while until he would finally speak, and that was something about him that scared Sabina — when he wouldn’t instantly respond. He was an intimidating figure.

“Das kann ich nicht zulassen. (I can’t let you.)” König eventually answered, his tone cold. “Sie sind der Einzige, der hier arbeitet. (You’re the only one who works here.)”

“Warum ist das wichtig? (Why does that matter?)” Sabina asked, narrowing her eyes. “Nach zehn Uhr ist es leer. Niemand Neues kommt herein. (It’s empty after ten o’clock. Nobody new comes in.)”

König didn’t bother listening to Sabina’s complaints. “Müssen Sie immer mit mir streiten? (Do you always have to argue with me?)” He asked. “Tu einfach was ich sage. (Just do what I say.)”

Sabina gave the older man a reluctant look at first before sighing.

“Sie haben Glück, dass Sie überhaupt hier arbeiten. (You’re lucky to be working here at all.)” König continued. “Deine Eltern haben dir nie eine Chance gegeben, aber ich schon. (Your parents never gave you a chance, but I did.)”

“Fine.” Sabina finally muttered.

When she saw König turn to leave, she felt a sense of relief. In all honesty, she couldn’t help but worry for each new guest who chose to come here. There was something awfully sketchy about it, and she knew it. What exactly it was, Sabina was unsure, but she just couldn’t trust this place. She was especially worried about Salem.

She didn’t belong here.

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hi there! hope you're doing well! can i get fluff #11 with Usnavi from ITH?? have a good day/afternoon/night! :]

𓆰♥︎𓆪 Nina’s Little Sister —

Usnavi De La Vega x Afro-Latina!Y/n

genre: fluff.

warnings: none, fluffy bullshit, halle bailey as faceclaim.

synopsis: 11. “d-did it hurt when heaven fell? I mean- when you…fuck. Anyway, i’m blank and that was humiliating. let’s start over”?

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Usnavi turned into a fumbling idiot the second she walked in, puddles of honey swirling in her toffee eyes. Her lips curl into a grin as she walks over to Sonny and ruffles his hair, her giggle turning Navi into mush as she greets his cousins with words he couldn't be bothered to hear.

The summer heat wave had business booming with classes out and the sun glaring bright, his eyes followed her to the frozen section, grabbing an ice cream, she walks over to the counter and this was his chance, his one chance, he figured.

She lies the ice cream cone down, pierced tongue coming out to lick over her bottom lip before she speaks, her voice matching her eyes, smooth honey, with an accent, Puerto Rican.

"Just this".

Benny waves his hand in front of a frozen Usnavi's face, eyebrow nearly touching the ceiling, quick to explain away his bestfriends strange behaviour, "It's been a long day. Navi"! He elbows his friend, whispering a rough, 'talk'.

The first words out of his mouth shock both Benny, Sonny, and the woman in front of him. Benny knew his best friend was awkward but this was humiliating, he just shook his head and grabbed the price gun, both he and Sonny deciding to work instead of witness whatever...this was.

"Did it hurt when Heaven fell"?

"I'm sorry"?

"I mean- When you- Fuck".

The pretty lady giggles and shakes her head, "Wanna try again"?

Usnavi is more than captivated, Benny and Sonny could've sworn they saw the grown man drool a little, it was like watching a puppy fumble over itself. Benny started to pity his dear friend.

"Sorry. Anyway, I'm Usnavi. That was humiliating, Can we start over? That'll be $1".

As she puts the money on the counter, sliding it towards Usnavi, she smiles sweetly, dimples denting her cheeks before she speaks to him in that soft honeyed voice once more. It's like an angel's called to him.

"You really don't remember me, do you Navi baby"?

When he hears the nickname, it all comes crashing back like waves to the shore. Little Y/n Rosario. He hadn't seen her in years, she was always three years behind him and Nina, her older sister. Always had a crush on Navi, he thought it was adorable how she'd trail behind him like a puppy. This. This wasn't Little Y/n Rosario, this was something different.

He blanks trying to come up with something to say, when he remembers everyone was supposed to meet up at Abuela's, for Nina's arrival. Nina's arrival...The youngest Rosario, who'd hailed in from PFW, and Nina were both known to be the ones who got out of the Heights, made something for themselves.

The weeks leading up to their departures were spent drinking and dancing, with celebratory parties all around.

Usnavi saw her off to the train, but back then she was just a pipsqueak, the woman that stood before him now seemed confident and sure of herself.

"Usnavi"?

"No, no, I know who you are. Just took a moment".

The young woman snorts, rolling her eyes at his attempts to act like her new appearance wasn't shocking. She was definitely a different girl than in her younger years, for one he takes notice of her piercings, and the serpent that wrapped around the length of her left thigh, eyes seeming to glow a soft pink.

"It's okay, I'm aware I look a little different than I used to, but...So do you". She cocks her head to the side, eyes running over the male curiously, "You gone be at Abuela's right? I know it'd be nice to see a familiar face".

He nods weakly, her eyes shift from him to Benny and Sonny. She waves a manicured hand to them, "See ya boys later".

"You know it", Sonny sends her awkward finger guns and they all watch her disappear out the front door. Usnavi knew what was coming.

A grin spreads wide across Benny's face, turning to Usnavi.

"You. ain't. got. no. SKILLS".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Usnavi was looking forward to the night ahead, dressing in a pair of jeans, cowboy boots, and a black button-down with two buttons left open.

That night, he couldn't stop picturing the youngest Rosario, drawn to her like moth to burning flame.

His eyes were quick to observe the room, searching for that midnight black in the sea of bodies, when finally his amber eyes landed on yours, greeting people as you entered the crowded apartment.

His eyes follow you around the room. Until finally your eyes land on him.

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"Lookin' Sharp, Navi" You greet him, that same angelic smile making him weak in the knees. He'd drank a beer or two already, and blame it on the liquid courage but Usnavi could feel himself become confident in his ability to talk to you as the beer settles in.

"You flatter me, mama. Look at you, vision of perfection".

As he watches you, he manspreads in his chair, beer in hand and eyes low staring into your very soul.

"Whatchu drinkin"? You asked, walking up to him with deep brownie eyes gazing into his, he's not sure how he didn't faint then and there, that smile had him by the balls. She could make him do anything as long as those doe eyes stared all big and beautiful into his.

"Some nasty ass beer, but uh Dani brought whiskey, rum and shit. Said we could make our own drinks".

"And your ass is over here drinking piss? With free reign to rum and shit, plus the cognac and d'usse me and Nini brought"? Her hands clasped around his wrist and she sighed, "C'mon, We're gonna make this right and I'm making you some that'll knock you off your feet".

Looking you over again, he agrees. You've already done exactly that.

He follows behind you, and this time it's he who looks like the love-sick puppy.

When the two of you are away from the crowd, you grab two cups, exhaling airily, you begin to mix a few things together in concentration. He just watches you do your thing, the music playing in the background making it feel like a scene out of a movie as you playfully bumped your hip against his, the two of you laughing joyfully.

When it was finished, you presented him with a cup with a slushy-like mix in it, blue and smelling like a three-day hangover with some blue hawaiian punch to accompany it.

"Voila~"

He chuckles, taking the cup with a skeptical smile on his face. He sighs, raising a brow, "You're taking a sip first, ionno bout this, ma".

"You don't trust me"? You asked, pouting dramatically, "Fine, Give me the cup, coward".

"Ay, I'm not a coward. I'm just not a complete dumbass".

You roll your eyes, glaring at him as you move the cup to your lips, he's tuned in immediately, watching his favourite movie never seen before staring at those pouty lips of yours wrapped around the rim of the cup, gazing into his eyes with a constant, entrapping, eye contact.

His focus is broken when you scrunch up your nose at the strength of the drink, face relaxing when the flavour hits your tongue.

"Huh, strong but I like it. Here, taste".

You held the cup up to his lips, the two of you were in a house full of people and it'd started to feel like you were the only two in the room.

When it hits his tongue, the poor thing instantly coughs, his face scrunching up like he'd just eaten a warhead, but when your laugh fills his ears, it becomes all worth it. If he could hear that forever, he would.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Let Carla and Daniela tell it, You and Usnavi had been inseparable all night, the roles reversed from your childhood. Anybody with eyes could see Usnavi De La Vega was head over heels, scurrying in front of Sonny when he was about to sit next to you just so he could sit there himself.

Sonny glares at his older cousin, sitting next to Benny and Nina whilst Usnavi just looks triumphant.

"Navi you nearly knocked the kid over" Cuca scolds, hitting the boy upside his head. You snicker, but the smile that threatens to come onto your face when you realize he's doing all this over you...

"It's okay, I'll remember that next time he needs me to pick up an extra shift".

Nina pops in with a quick but swift landing exposure, sending both you and Navi's cheeks blazing red, "Give him a break, he's just in looooveee".

The table erupts into hoots and hollers, a person on either side of you or Navi shaking you both by the shoulders in excitement, there's only one party at the table who hadn't decided to make a fuss about it. When the volume quiets down, you cross your arms over your chest and playfully chide in, "And you and Benny"?

Nina gives you the middle finger, and it's her and Benny's turn to be fussed over.

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The table is lighthearted, everyone's joking around and having fun. Usnavi has his arm over your shoulder most of the time without even realizing it, but he doesn't have to notice, and neither do you. Vanessa, who'd been silent most of the time, was tired, quite frankly, the only Rosario she cared for was Nina. Her glare most of the night was on you and Usnavi, Carla was the first to notice, Daniela and Cuca took notice as well.

You and Usnavi stayed oblivious, as Carla leaned over to Vanessa to ask what was going on.

This is when it all goes downhill, The women of the barrio could be gossipy, they flourished within environments of drama, thrived.

"You okay, Vanessa"? Cuca asks, louder than Carla had. There's a devious smirk on her face as the table takes notice of Vanessa's obviously plummeting mood. You wanted to ignore it, truly did, but it dawned on you pretty quickly what Cuca was doing, why Vanessa seemed so pissy.

You glance up at Usnavi who, for once, catches on pretty fast as well. He and Vanessa went...back. Back, as in, it was never meant to work out, he had a schoolboy crush, they tried to make it work, but it just...didn't.

"Ah nothin', Y/n I was wondering how Paris went? Fashion week? I'm sure you're a pretty popular girl, Got a man waiting for you back home? Maybe 2? 3"?

The table looks at her as if she'd grown a second head, Usnavi is silent, the table is silent. She takes a sip of her martini and laughs it off fakely, "Just kidding guys, Just. Kidding".

This is what you'd been telling your sister about since you were younger; Nina never quite got the picture because Vanessa was her best friend, she wanted to believe she was a good person because that's all Vanessa allowed her to see. The angel of the barrio, the prettiest too.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Your sister raises an angry brow, she looks at you with a familiar questioning 'You got this' expression, and for once, for once since you'd found your voice, you nod.

"We broke up, bout 4 months ago, didn't work out with the two of us. But...I'm moving back, and that's all that matters".

Again, the table breaks out into a thunderous roar of hoots and hollers at the news of you staying.

Vanessa looks furious.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

After the party had died down, and thinned out. You and Usnavi stayed behind to clean up, help abuela to bed, and lock up.

When all is said and done, you head out onto the fire escape, drinks in hand. You felt comfort in the silence, looking over to see Usnavi felt the same way. It was nostalgic in a way, reminded you of the night before you left, sharing a beer on the fire escape, praying abuela didn't wake her ass up to see the two of you drinking, yet you never stopped or went somewhere else.

Abuela's place was the safest for all of you.

"You feel it too"?

"We was out here sneaking and drinking not too long ago". You nod, laughing lightly, your knees knocking with his just. like. then.

"And now you're in magazines, looking beautiful as ever".

"And now we're both a little older, little more in tune with who we are".

Usnavi smiles, his eyes leaving the night sky to look at you.

"And we know what we want now".

Your breath hitches, looking up at him now, his hand comes out to tilt your chin up, make sure you're looking at him directly. He leans in, barely a breath away.

"Do we"? You ask, voice soft, sweet.

Usnavi chuckles, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Mhm...I think we do".

Your lips finally touch.

Magic.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/n: I hope you enjoy, pretty!

[practically-an-x-man]

This is so random but I saw this tiktok about oc questions you should be answering for yourself to figure out your ocs better, and one of them was "is your oc's teeth straight or more crooked? Did they have braces etc" and it's actually kinda interesting and I think says a lot about a person/character

So... if you want I'm giving you a free pass to tell me about your ocs' teeth if that's something that intrigues you

Oh thank you!

This is an interesting question to ask, especially when it comes to OCs that have faceclaims. Like... most of them just have the teeth their faceclaim has, right? Though I think there are a few things I could say here, so thanks for sharing!

Rae has definitely had a tooth knocked out before, but thankfully it was a baby tooth and the adult tooth grew in just fine. Aside from that, it's not anything special. She does still have her wisdom teeth as an adult - they didn't grow in impacted enough to need removal, and her phobia/discomfort with the idea of being put under anesthesia meant it wasn't worth it until it was causing her pain.

Gia's teeth definitely have some wear and tear - not cavities, just physical wear - from anxiously grinding her teeth and being too agoraphobic to convince herself to visit the dentist. Enamel isn't something her clover repairs, so it is something she'll have to get medical attention for. Once she meets Kate, though, she can finally convince herself to go and get that looked at (since she trusts Kate to stay at the flower shop and keep an eye on the clover for her).

Just as Eris can regrow limbs, they can regrow teeth as well. It takes a while, and usually it's easier to pick up the lost tooth if they can and reattach it, but it happens. And eventually, when one of their teeth gets too worn (like really too worn), their body will just reject it and a new one will emerge, like a shark. They've been around for over a thousand years, and that's a lot of wear and tear, if he didn't regrow teeth then he'd just have a mouthful of dentures.

Jimmy has a gold tooth, though it's not really visible unless he opens his mouth really wide. He had it pulled due to a severe cavity when he was a teenager, and gold teeth were incredibly popular for dental replacements at the time (it was even a fashion trend to cap the incisors and canines with gold if you were wealthy enough to afford it!).

Vivienne's teeth in her human form appear almost jarringly perfect, at least for her time period. They're very straight and very white, though that's not how she grew up. As a kid, her teeth were crooked and normal, but something about the siren transformation also changed aspects of her human appearance (since sirens are meant to lure people in with their beauty/sexual appeal, the magic corrected the "imperfections" in her normal appearance). Its teeth are straighter, its skin is clear of blemishes and scars, its hair is soft and wavy regardless of how long it's spent doused in seawater, etc.. Vivienne thought that was nice at first, but the longer it goes on, the more aware she becomes of the subtle body horror of it all. It might not be too off-putting for the modern age, but for the time period it's in where scars and crooked teeth are all the norm, all that physical "perfection" is just wrong.

^ And when it's in its siren form, its teeth are also much sharper, which is unnerving of its own right

[loversfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed safiyah adeyemi walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who she is ? they kind of look like ayo edebiri and i could be wrong but i think that they might be twenty - nine years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last fifteen years. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of angela moore from boy meets world. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at sunny shores high school as an english teacher. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the salubrious of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty stoic at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty practical to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in mango bay. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

STATS:

full name : safiyah adeyemi nickname(s) : saf, safi birthplace : richmond, virginia date of birth : 07 / 01 / 1995 parentage : enofe adeyemi sibling(s) : n / a ! children : dominic adeyemi-lomax relationship status : single gender identity : cis woman ( she/her ) sexual orientation : bisexual faceclaim : ayo edebiri

BACKGROUND: ( tw: mentions of pregnancy )

growing up a in a single parent household as a military brat was not easy for a young safiyah. ending up with just her dad at two months, the phrase "it takes a village" meant a lot to the adeyemi duo.

enofe adeyemi needed a lot of help once safiyah's mother left the picture. he was able to get some time off upon receiving her, and it was spent bonding and learning everything he could about being a single dad. lots of calling his own mom and befriending anyone on base with kids.

safiyah had so many villages growing up, it was almost hard to keep up. moving every two years made it hard for her to develop and keep any friendships. even the ones on base were hard to keep and maintain, because they almost never moved at the same time, or to the same place.

one thing that helps her find peace is books. she would spend evenings reading with her dad or even over the phone with her grandma. it was something her and her dad worked with on frequently. she was learning her letters by age 3, and was able to read the classic site words by age 5.

while her real life was frequently changing, it was easy for her to get lost in the lives of jack and annie from the magic tree house series.

she became a bit of a recluse as she grew older in elementary school and even into middle school. she found herself reading during recess and lunch instead of socializing, because it was easier to just keep up with the worlds she was interested in than to try and make another set of friends that would soon become a distant memory.

it's on her thirteenth birthday that her dad promises he's going to finish his time in the marines. he wants to get them all situated in time for her to start high school. he knows that's when grades start to matter, and while she'd never particularly struggled in school, he could only imagine how hard it would be to try and transfer credits and start life all over during such important years.

he makes good on his promise by the summer of her fourteenth birthday. he's officially retired, and he thinks a beach town is the best place for the two of them to go. she's skeptical at first-- she's not quite sure how to actually settle down. however, once school starts, it doesn't take long for her to knock her own walls over. she couldn't be a recluse forever, and life was going to suck if she was.

she graduates in good standing and heads off to the university of florida where she gets her degree in english & language arts, with a minor in creative writing. in both high school and college, she had fallen in love with all the classics. shakespeare, lord of the flies, the iliad, etc. she also adored writing just about anything. fiction, poetry, short stories... she was the jack of all trades.

she comes back and works different jobs. barista, server, all while she spends some time writing. she doesn't really have a lot to do, and she's kind of enjoying just slowing down and taking things one day at a time.

she does that for a year, while she works on getting her teaching certification. it doesn't take long for her to find a place at sunny shores high school, where she starts the following fall.

safiyah has never been a believer of fate-- not until she's twenty-four with a car that needs work, and who else is the mechanic other than her high school sweetheart-- someone she hadn't seen since she was fifteen.

overwhelmed with a motion, the two fell back into a whirlwind romance. they're not as careful as they should be, and she gets pregnant after just a year reunited. she's scared out of her mind, but with his support and encouragement, she thinks she can really do this.

of course, the confidence comes in waves. with no mother to look up to, and a grandma she spent more time with over the phone than in person, she was really stressing herself out. however, once her son was born, she seemed to understand exactly what everyone was talking about. she just became a mom.

however, being a parent is hard. something her and her baby's dad find out quite soon. it's more taking turns working than an actual relationship. they're attentive to the baby, but not to each other. they find it best to part ways and co-parent as best they can.

still, three years into his life, she questions how she is and what she's doing, never sure if it's the right thing or if it's going to mess him up forever. co-parenting is going well, and their son seems happy, and that's all that matters for now.

PERSONALITY:

a little awkward at first, but opens up pretty quickly

fiercely loyal to those she loves, and will stick up for them if she needs to

currently trying to remember who she is outside of being a mom, now that her son is a little bit older and a little bit more independent.

classic quirky english teacher..... what can i say.....

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[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { kai finnegan } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { he } is ? they kind of look like { alex fitzalan } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 28 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { twelve years }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { jess mariano } from { gilmore girls }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { - } as a { arcade attendant/musician }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { the sombre soul } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { unpredictable } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { creative } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { three room } apartment beside me over in { sunny shores }.

full name : kai finnegan birthplace : portstewart, northen ireland date of birth : 05 / 07 / 1997 parentage : john finnegan & aofie finnegan ( estranged ) sibling(s) : twin, maeve finnegan occupation : arcade attendant. guitarist/singer/songwriter relationship status : single gender identity : cis male ( he/him ) sexual orientation : bisexual faceclaim : alex fitzalan

BACKGROUND

tw: cheating, teen pregnancy, homophobia & public outing, anxiety & depression.

kai and maeve were born to two teen parents barley turned sixteen themselves. while still so young they both decided to keep their children and start a life together. for many years that life was happy despite many struggles. as a young boy, all kai knew was that his parents were content and happy. it seemed like nothing could burst their family dynamic.

john was a photographer, quickly gaining notoriety for his work in fashion. a lot of kai's spare days would be spent on sets with his father, and while he showed an interest in photography himself, his main passions lay in music and writing. always had a way with words ... so long as they were being written down and not spoken.

aofie was a stay at home mother until the twins started high school, at this point she got a job at the local council office as a receptionist. whilst working here she began to realize how bored she'd been, and when on of her male colleagues began to get to know her, things would take a turn the rest of the family would never see coming.

aofie would embark on a year-long affair which would eventually lead her to leave her husband and move out of this family home. this caused total devastation, trust shattered and bonds broken. seeing how heartbroken his father was, kai could no longer stand to look at his mother and soon all communication was cut. the worst part being that she never really fought to stay in their lives.

when kai turned fifteen his father would be offered a job in a whole other country. kai was hesitant to leave, enjoyed his quiet little life by the beach and the friends he had. but feeling like it may bring his father some new happiness, he reluctantly agreed.

fifteen and starting a new school in a country he'd never been to before, kai struggled, thankful to at least have his sister by his side. but friends were difficult to make for a boy who preferred his own company most of the time. who was rarely ever seen without a pair of headphones over his ears. but one friend came, a boy named jj. but this friendship would bring him two things: his first taste of love, and his second dose of heartbreak.

the closer the two boys became, the more it became clear that there was more there than just friendship. eventually they became an item. a secret one. jj's father an important figure in town with a lot of unkind opinions- he wouldn't be happy to discover his son was gay. and so they hid it well, until someone caught wind of what was going on. the truth being out there should have been a relief, but instead it was hell.

not only was his own sexuality outed before he even had the time to process it, but jj turned his back. betrayed him in ways he isn't sure he'll ever get over. instead of dealing with it together, jj told everyone that kai had come onto him, pressured him into things. this lie made the last few years of high school a living nightmare, with kai being shunned due to jj's popularity even if many didn't believe the stories he'd spun.

the only outlet he had was music and writing, and still to this day they're what he clings to most. but the things he's been through have made him extremely avoidant.

FACTS

always has headphones on, or hanging around his neck. he can appear very rude at times because if he doesn't like the way a conversation is going ( or more likely bc he's anxious ) he will put them on and turn his music up, ignoring you entirely.

he loves the beach. whilst it's vastly different from the one back home, it still makes him feel very connected. it's for sure his favourite place to clear his head.

he's in an alt rock band ( name tbd )

is sadly very prone to anxiety and bouts of depression.

he's very self-sabotaging without really meaning to be.

more tba.

WANTED

a best friend - preferably someone slightly opposite, who can bring him out of his shell and drag him along to things. roommates ( 1/2 ) - genuinely think about mix of personalities could be fun. a more recent ex - he struggles to let people in emotionally so it was probably a shitshow, but the fact he even tried says a lot. past/current hookups / bandmates / friends / someone he butts heads with bc he can be a sarcastic little fuck / idk idk it's late. oh a select few he has been friends with since high school bc i'd love some connections of people who stuck with him despite false rumours.

[bvselincs]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { MIKEL BALLART } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { HE/HIM } is/are ? they kind of look like { JACOB ELORDI } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 27 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { YEAR }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { JAMIE TARTT } from { TED LASSO }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { - } as a { TENNIS PLAYER }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { REDEEMED BAD BOY } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { SELF-CENTERED } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { CHARISMATIC } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 6A } apartment beside me over in { CORAL COVE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! 

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✦ full name. mikel river ballart ✦ age. twenty-seven ✦ date of birth. august 15, 1997 ✦ place of birth. melbourne, australia ✦ gender. cis-male ✦ pronouns. he/him ✦ sexual orientation. bisexual ✦ occupation. tennis player ✦ faceclaim. jacob elordi ✦ zodiac. leo sun, capricon moon and rising.

⸺   THREE   ,     INFORMATION .

trigger warning: domestic abuse, addiction, alcoholism, bullying

mikel was born in melbourne, australia, the youngest of three. his mother fought to keep the family afloat, scrimping and saving while his father let the unemployment benefits slip through his fingers.

as mikel came of age, the pattern of his father’s self-destruction became all too clear. the police visits were a frequent occurrence, each one followed by his father's promises of reform. but those promises were as fleeting as the wind, and soon, everything would return to the same broken state.

despite this turmoil, mikel yearned for his father's approval, believing that making him happy could alleviate the family’s distress. their mutual love for tennis provided a fleeting escape, with cherished afternoons spent at the local court. in these moments, his father’s aspirations weighed heavily, nurturing the belief that mikel’s rise as a professional player could be their salvation from the clutches of poverty.

mikel’s love for tennis became his refuge in school, where he struggled with undiagnosed adhd and dyslexia, and faced harsh bullying for his academic difficulties and reserved nature. his fortunes changed unexpectedly when a sports agent, noticing his talent at a local tournament, offered him a scholarship to a prestigious academy in brisbane.

mikel’s life changed fast at the academy. he went from an outcast to a rising star, with everyone wanting his friendship. his tennis skills soared, and so did his ego. he was just eleven, but his pride was even bigger. yet, the cheers at the academy were a stark contrast to the silence at home, where bruises told stories he didn’t dare speak of. things had gotten worse since they left melbourne, and as mikel got older, he grew more afraid of his father. unable to challenge his father about the mistreatment of his mother and siblings.

in 2009, sitting in a hospital waiting for her son’s broken arm to be set, mila made up her mind to leave her abusive husband. mikel had been hurt in a fit of rage after losing a set. mila packed their bags and bought tickets to her parents' hometown in spain. at first, mikel thought it was a short stay, but as his arm healed and no talk of going back came up, he grew angry and silent. for months, he didn’t speak to his mother. finally, mila enrolled him in a local school and academy, trying to help him settle and find some peace.

the academy he attended was small and lacked the resources to nurture his talent. it wasn’t long before one of his coaches, seeing his potential, arranged a scholarship for him to attend a prestigious academy in spain. at just thirteen, mikel left home once more, this time moving to alicante on his own. there, he found himself among other young tennis hopefuls, training hard and competing on the junior circuit.

his junior career was fairly successful; he reached a junior grand slam final and climbed to a ranking of fifth in the world. but it was when he stepped onto the professional tour at sixteen that his talent truly began to shine.

mikel’s journey was shaped by a partnership with a coach who became a father figure to him, guiding him to his first professional title. his breakthrough year was filled with remarkable triumphs, including his first grand slam victory and a swift rise in the rankings. yet, off the court, he battled his own demons. the specter of his estranged father still loomed over him, affecting his personal life and gnawing at his mental well-being.

mikel’s talent was undeniable, yet his reputation both on and off the court told a different story. he was the rebel, the bad boy of tennis, known for shouting at umpires and refusing to shake hands with his opponent after a loss. his tumultuous relationship with the press always grabbed the headlines, while his striking looks brought him fans and sponsors. he was the kind of player people loved to hate, his name always on their lips.

though mikel had found success, his career was thrown off course by a serious injury that led to a dependency on painkillers, which resulted in a suspension from the sport. his battle with addiction and the relentless pressure to maintain his public image and keep his sponsorships forced him into rehab. he released a statement to the press, explaining he’d miss the rest of the season due to a lingering foot injury. he spent two months at a rehab center in florida before moving to palmview grove for the remainder of his suspension.

it has been four months since the suspension was lifted, yet he still grapples with the fear of slipping back into his old habits. this fear has kept him from returning to the court, even as his coach insists he is ready. mikel’s sights are set on being prepared for the next season in january.

over the past year, mikel has learned that being a star isn’t as satisfying as he’d once thought. fame and fortune looked good from the outside, but underneath, he struggled with many demons. for the past year, he’s been working on those personal battles, focusing less on being a great player and more on becoming a better person.

⸺   FOUR  ,     PERSONALITY

at his core, he's a people pleaser, shy, and compliant, reminiscent of his childhood self.

he struggles with expressing his true emotions and uses a fake confident persona to hide his insecurities.

he's perceived as egotistical and rude, but few realize his vulnerability and fear of being broken.

mikel craves attention and sometimes struggles with sharing the spotlight.

in relationships, he commits sincerely but moves on quickly if it ends.

eager to learn and strives to be the best, even if it doesn't always succeed.

currently, he is trying to acknowledge his past mistakes, make amends, and improve himself as a person.

⸺   FIVE  ,     HEADCANONS

he goes to therapy twice a week, although he mostly treats it as a interview and struggles to really talk about his issues.

has a four-year-old mix golden retriever/labrador named sadie

claims his favourite book is "to kill a mockingbird" because he sort of watched the film at school

hates when people call him mike

he took on his mother's surname when he became a pro player and legally changed it when he was 18. his last name surname was bancroft

he’s not very into fashion, he likes comfort so something he likes about being an athlete is that he gets to dress comfortably most of the time.

often wakes up before 7 am, but since he hasn't been an active player he's been trying to sleep past 8 am and stay up longer.

while he's not the best cook in the world, he can cook different types of pasta and sauces. mostly, because it's what he normally ate when he was training and playing.

he can speak fluent Spanish. his mother was born in australia but her parents come from the basque country. he can speak some basque but not a lot.

even if he has double citizenship (spanish and australian), he represents australia.

if he had gone to university (which he wouldn't lol) he would have studied something related to cinema. he loves movies and it's pretty much the only form of entertainment that can have his attention.

for the previous reason, he rarely watches tv shows because his attention span is too short and binging a tv show makes him feel uneasy.

a year ago, he was offered to participate in the latest love island australia but he turned it down when he learned he would have to share bedroom with other people.

it might come as a surprise but he's only been drunk twice in his life.

while he can be a dickhead to most people, he’s usually one of those players that try to give autographs to every fan who asks for one.

his best ranking has been #1 in the world which he achieved when he was 21. his first grand slam was the us open at 20. in total he has 6 grand slams and 35 titles.

his proudest moments in his career was when he won the australian open at 24 and again at 26.

he's sponsored by: adidas, head, tag heuer, calvin klein, evian, porsche, BBVA, hugo boss.

⸺   SIX  ,     WANTED CONNECTIONS

tba

[nymfey]

Name:  Arwen Woodlark

Race:  Nymph ( Fey )

Class:  Druid, Circle of the Land

Background:  Wanderer

Alignment:  Chaotic Good

Age:  30 ( in mortal years, though she was never “born” )

Gender:  Cis Female ( she / her )

Sexuality:  Pansexual, polyamorous

𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬

Strength ( STR ):  10

Dexterity ( DEX ):  17

Constitution ( CON ):  10

Intelligence ( INT ):  14

Wisdom ( WIS ):  17

Charisma ( CHA ):  19

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬

Saving Throws:  Dexterity, Wisdom

Skills:  Nature, Animal Handling, Insight, Medicine.

Languages:  Sylvan, Common

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Height: 5’9. Nymphs are typically tall and slender.

Skin Tone:  Very pale pink, with darker blushes on cheeks, nose, tips of ears, and fingertips. Light freckles across her nose.

Hair:  Light pink, messy, long length down to the middle of her back with choppy bangs.

Eyes:  Pale gold. Naturally pink eyelashes.

Wings:  Can manifest translucent, glittering insect-like wings, though she hides them around mortals.

Tattoos:  Two small white dots beneath her eyes; a floral half-sleeve tattoo on her right forearm in pink, yellow, and blue hues.

Scars:  Jagged scars on the right side of her neck and the left side of her face from an eagle attack while in fox wildshape.

IRL Faceclaim: Peach PRC.

Voice claim: Also Peach PRC. ( i wanted her to have an accent that sounded something other than british, since she isn’t from the mortal realm. So Arwen sounds australian lol. )

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Arwen is full of curiosity and wonder, seeing the world through the eyes of someone who’s never fully understood the boundaries between realms.    She has an inherent gentleness and warmth, which animals sense immediately.    People, however, find her a bit strange—her mannerisms and speech are just a touch “off” from normal societal norms, as she sometimes interacts with people as if they were animals, with a mix of cautious curiosity and respectful distance.    Despite her innate empathy and kindness, she can be somewhat naive, and her lack of understanding of social conventions leads her into awkward or unintendedly humorous or even dangerous situations.    She’s impulsive, sometimes to her detriment, acting on whims without considering the consequences, and this adventurous spirit has often led her into danger.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Arwen Woodlark is a creature of the Feywild, a realm where beauty is a living force, and emotions manifest as tangible things.    Nymphs like Arwen are not born, nor do they grow as mortals do.    Instead, they simply come into existence—conjured by the essence of beauty itself, as if the wild needed them to be.    One day, Arwen simply was, emerging fully-formed as an elven-looking woman beneath the dappled light of ancient Feywild trees, her skin tinted with the soft blush of dawn, her hair a wild cascade of pink, and her eyes the color of pale, molten gold.    She felt no confusion at her existence, no fear of being alone;    to her, the vibrant world around her was home, and she was its daughter.

The first years of her life were spent wandering the endless wilds of her homeland, surrounded by the creatures and spirits that called it home.    She was like a whisper in the woods, moving between the trees, learning to shift into animal forms and speak the language of plants.    For decades, Arwen was content with these silent companions—the larks that sang in her ear, the foxes that nuzzled her hand, the ancient oaks that whispered of long-forgotten times.    A particularly bold songbird even chose her as its friend, giving her the name “Arwen Woodlark.”    She wore it with quiet pride, as it was the only name she’d ever known.

Arwen discovered she was different from other fey.    Where others were content to dwell forever in the Feywild, hidden from the mortal realms, she felt a yearning for something she couldn’t name.    Her curiosity grew like a new sapling each day, until she began to wonder about the worlds beyond her own.    She started studying fragments of lore from travelers and wandering spirits, picking up knowledge of distant realms where strange beings—mortals—lived brief, flickering lives.    She listened with fascination to stories of forests she had never touched, mountains that scraped skies she had never seen, cities that bustled with sounds and smells unknown to her.

It was the Feywild itself that eventually showed her the way, as if answering her longing with a gift.    Through a twist of the veil between worlds, Arwen found she could step into the mortal realm, as easily as one might step through a curtain.    The first time she crossed over, she marveled at everything—the weight of the air, the sounds of birds she didn’t recognize, the scent of earth that was somehow richer and more grounded than in the Feywild.    But her joy was quickly tempered by a harsh lesson.

The first mortal she met was a wandering scholar, captivated by her beauty before she even had the chance to speak.    But before she could warn him, she saw a strange glaze cloud his eyes, and he let out a strangled gasp.    She didn’t understand at first, but when he stumbled blindly forward, she realized with horror that he could no longer see.    It was then she learned that her beauty, so natural to the Feywild, was dangerous here.    A nymph’s face could mesmerize, even blind, a mortal if they weren’t prepared—and in her naivete, she had no way to shield them from it    ( She learns to control this rather well, and when she can’t, lesser restoration does wonders to remove blindness lol ).

Heartbroken by the harm she’d caused, Arwen withdrew from towns and villages, keeping mostly to the wilderness where her presence wouldn’t hurt anyone.    She devoted herself to practicing control over her aura.    For many years, her companions remained animals, who were drawn to her because her presence filled them with a feeling of peace.    Birds nestled in her hair, wild foxes slept beside her, and she moved through forests like a shadow, unseen by mortal eyes.

In her solitude, she continued to learn the ways of the mortal world.    She gathered discarded books from the edges of villages, pouring over them by moonlight until she taught herself enough of the common tongue to understand the basics of human language and society.    She was enchanted by their ideas, their stories, the strange ways in which mortals thought and felt and dreamed.    Yet, she also learned of their dangers.    

One night, as she wandered through the woods with her insect-like wings visible, a group of men saw her and saw her as a magical creature of great value—something to be captured and sold.    They chased her, hoping to profit off her “parts” by selling them to hags or wizards, and though she escaped, the experience left her wary.    From that day on, she kept her wings hidden when near mortal settlements, pretending to be nothing more than an elf.

It was during her explorations of the mortal realm that Arwen stumbled upon Baldur’s Gate.    The city was unlike anything she had ever seen—a living entity of stone and noise, filled with too many people, all rushing and bustling in ways she didn’t understand.    She wandered the streets in awe, both overwhelmed and fascinated.    Every corner seemed to hold a new mystery, every face a new story.    But before she could fully comprehend the strangeness of it all, disaster struck.

In the chaos of the mind flayer invasion, Arwen was captured by creatures unlike any she’d ever encountered.    She was infected with a mind flayer tadpole, a parasite that threatened to consume her from within and turn her into something monstrous.   

She realized that she would need to journey with strangers also infected to find a cure, to understand what had been done to her and how she might stop it.    For the first time, she would have to trust mortals, to navigate their world closely, despite the risks it posed to her and to them.    She keeps her true nature hidden, pretending to be an elf, fearful that if they knew the truth, they would see her as nothing more than a fey creature—a thing to be feared, or worse, a prize to be captured.

Yet, beneath her anxiety and the unfamiliar weight of mortality pressing upon her, Arwen feels a glimmer of excitement.    Here, at last, is her chance to truly understand the lives of mortals.    She moves through her new companions with a gentle curiosity, studying their mannerisms, learning their stories, and marveling at their resilience. In her eyes, each of them is as wondrous as any creature in the Feywild, a spark of something fleeting and beautiful.    She sees herself as their protector, and though she does not always understand their ways, she’s determined to keep them safe.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Arwen is likely to be in agreement with Lae’zel on most things in the beginning when it comes to the tadpole, since she seems to know everything about it and Arwen knows absolutely nothing.    However, unlike Lae’zel, it is nearly impossible for Arwen to pass by people who need help. 

While infected with the mindflayer tadpole, Arwen is unable to teleport to the Feywild, something that utterly devastates her when she realizes.   The Feywild is her home, her mother.    Which makes her urgency to remove it all the greater.    Good luck convincing her to consume more tadpoles too. 

A nymph’s kisses have healing properties, so whenever someone is hurt, she’s always trying to kiss them better. Nothing sexual or affectionate about it really, it’s just her thing.

Naturally, she smells of roses, lavender, and honeysuckle.

[fearsate]

⊹₊⟡⋆ [ ella purnell ] + [ she/her ] ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting [ the tradition by halsey ] through their airpods is [ genevieve "viv" vanderbilt ] . oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the [ twenty-nine ] year old [ heiress ] who just went viral for [ getting divorced after 72 days ] . yup , the one that drives a [ ferrari roma spider in black ] . i hear they’re pretty [ alluring ] , but others have claimed that they’re quite [ narrow-minded ] . that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as [ the defrosting ice queen ] .

basics:

full name: Genevieve Louise Vanderbilt

nicknames: Viv

gender: Cis-female

pronouns: She/Her

sexuality: Biseuxal

aesthetics: Cherry flavored lip-gloss, skinny dipping under a starry sky, collecting antique paintings, live as only you can, blasting music while driving around the city at 3am, half opened jewelry boxes, half heaven half hell, perfume clinging to silk sheets, the clinking of champagne flutes

age: Twenty-Nine

date of birth: November 20, 1995

zodiac sign: Scorpio

residence: Currently resides alone in a mansion within the comforts of the rich in Beverly Park in Los Angeles, California

occupation: Heiress

character trope: The Defrosting Ice Queen

appearance:

faceclaim: Ella Purnell

voice claim: Ella Purnell

height: 5'5"

weight: 134lbs

eyes: Brown

hair: Brown

piercings: Earlobes

other distinguishing features: Other than Cel's long, light brown hair, she has no distinctive attributes upon recognizing her

scars: A small scar by her right eye from falling on her head

personality:

positive traits: Busy, Business-like, competitive, complex, deceptive, experimental, modern, proud, questioning, stern, stylish, unpredictable

neutral traits: Busy, Business-like, competitive, complex, deceptive, experimental, modern, proud, questioning, stern, stylish, unpredictable

negative traits: Arrogant, careless, deceitful, greedy, impatient, jealous, mean, quick-tempered, ruthless, selfish, sneaky, vengeful

family:

mother: Louise Vanderbilt (neé Walsh)

father: Jack Vanderbilt

siblings: None

birth order: First, Only child

status: Divorced, Single

children: None

pets: Salem, a black cat with light green eyes

other random stuff:

first love: Her ex-wife

usual mood: Content

defining moments: The death of her parents

· Born to an American father and a British mother, Genevieve, or Viv, Vanderbilt was meant for greatness. At least, that’s what her parents believed. Completely and entirely loaded with money from both sides of the family, it was no struggle for Viv to live a grand life. Her parents spent a lot of money donating to children’s hospitals and research that makes them look swell; their daughter knew the truth. They were hard and they were mean. They expected everything from Viv. Perfect grades, perfect look, perfect views and perfect, well, everything. She hated it but she didn’t want to disappoint.

· So, there was a persona that she portrayed when enduring Catholic school. Her anger and her aggressive was put towards a facade of bitchiness. She had her group of popular friends, often picked on the "little guy" of the school. In truth, she did not care what happened to other's. She was a Rich Bitch and she knew she was untouchable thanks to her money and status among the community. Though, she never forgot her purpose.

· She never, really, had a real job. She was rich. Her parents gave her a plethora of money, but she still went to college. She pursued journalism but never did anything with the degree. Her life revolved around going to galas, premieres and everything else a rich woman who has a presence in rich scene. Instagram popped off, she enjoyed Tweeting. Somewhat, she became an influencer in her spare time but it was never a full-time job.

· She was twenty-five when her parents died in a car accident while visiting the States. That's when things truly change. She received their money, officially became an heiress and didn't need to work a day in her life. Even if she wasn't too close to her parents, it changed her life entirely. The Ice Queen started to melt.

· At the age of twenty-eight, she got married to her first love. However, it was within 72 days they got divorced. Proposal, engagement, wedding and honeymoon all took place yet their "love" did not last. The news was out quick. It was all over the place and, in truth, she was embarrassed. She hated it. Rumors about the marriage were all over every social media platform, on terrible magazines - everywhere. She felt as if she could not get away from it. Perhaps it was some sort of karma for being a bitch and, unfortunately for the terrible persona, she was becoming a little too humbled.

· Beverly Park is where she lives her life. However, the karma can't seem to disappear, as rich kids have started to be killed off and, truthfully, she wonders if she'll soon be next.

[eddiemcmahon]

[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, EDWARD "EDDIE" MCMAHON! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like FRANK DILLANE. You must be the THIRTY-THREE year old MUSIC PRODUCER. Word is you’re LEVEL-HEADED but can also be a bit PICKY and your favorite song is NEVER AS TIRED AS WHEN I'M WAKING UP by LCD SOUNDSYSTEM. I also heard you’ll be staying in FISHER'S COVE. I’m sure you’ll love it! / @aurorabayaesthetic Trigger Warnings: Shitty parents, some brief drug mention

basic stats

Full Name: Edward Gregory McMahon

Nickname(s): Eddie, Ed, Eds

Gender: Cis man (he/him)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: May 19, 1991

Hometown: Jersey City, NJ

Current Residence: Fisher's Cove

Time in AB: About 5 years interspersed with extended stays in LA

Occupation: Producer and record label co-founder (Bath House) / musician (bassist for alternative/indie pop band Kafkaesque which has been on a permanent hiatus since 2021)

Education: High School Diploma

Religion: None

Pets: 4-year-old Australian Shepherd named Flea

Faceclaim: Frank Dillane

Hair Color: Lightish Brown

Eye Color: Dark brown

Height: 6'2

Tattoos: TBA (lots)

Piercings: Both lobes, always wearing a hoop in the right ear

Favorite Movie:

Favorite Alcoholic Drink: Hazy IPA

Favorite Food: Fajitas

personality/headcanons

Plays a bunch of different instruments, absolute musical prodigy. Loooves learning new stuff, it's one of his favorite things to do. Main instruments are bass guitar and keyboard though

Prefers being in the background and was always really happy to let Matt Russo (his best friend and Kafka's frontman) have the attention. They never got arena-big but anyone who's really into the music scene has usually heard of them and for sure heard Matt's name at least, especially around LA/southern California

Not so much soft spoken as just like, not a huge talker. He's more of a listener. Will get more chatty with his close friends and definitely when he's drunk, but otherwise he's not gonna say too much unless he's being engaged

Is always working on some little side project in addition to production for Bath House and also guest producing on albums for much bigger artists (he's that name where you're like why have I heard this before, and it's because he produced that one Carly Rae Jepsen/Sabrina Carpenter/Lizzie McAlpine song you were obsessed with two years ago)

His main side gig is a project called Love Sucks Sometimes with his friend Elias Kipling. It's extremely weird and experimental and they get maybe 15k streams a month on Spotify if that.

Some LSS vibe songs: X, X, X,

He's very level-headed, he's not really gonna argue with you unless it's something very important to him

Pretty much only does long term relationships, falls in love hard and takes a long time between relos when one ends because he takes it very seriously

Used to do a lot of coke back in the day when the band first started touring but hasn't been into it as much in the last 5 or 6 years, maybe dabbling occasionally. Smokes a ton of weed

brief biography

Eddie grew up in a suburban neighborhood of Jersey City in a nice house and a middle class family, the child of a financial advisor (his mom) and a high school math teacher (his dad). He's the oldest of three kids, with a sister seven years younger than him and a brother in between. Because his parents both worked, they typically put Eddie in charge of his siblings, which, especially by the time he hit high school, impeded his freedom a lot. He's the type of person that resented his parents for it and tried not to misdirect his anger at his brother and sister, but they absolutely felt the consequences of it now and then, particularly in his junior and senior years. There was a lot of unhealthy stuff between him and his parents and whenever he could, Eddie spent a lot of time at his best friend Matt's house (who would end up being the frontman of Kafka). His parents were slightly insane and very conservative, but they recognized Eddie's parenting situation as being kind of dire and were always happy to have him over. His own parents were actually crazy, and would do things like locking him out of the house if he came home after curfew and snooping through his room for drugs. He has a terrible relationship with them these days, rarely goes to visit except for holidays, and has reached a point now where he knows there's never gonna be a relationship there and has accepted it. Kafkaesque started getting attention just after he and Matt and their two other friends in the band graduated high school in 2010/11ish. They released a few EPs and then finally their debut album, Kafkaesque, in November of 2012. Two years later in 2014 they released their sophomore album, Fear In Unexpected Places, and then Mass Hallucination in 2017. They were on hiatus for four years after that, dropped their last album, Hope This Helps, in 2021, and toured it briefly as an opening act for Submergence. They've been on hiatus again since then. There are a few singles that made it onto the radio but otherwise they were always a smaller band with a relatively small but dedicated following. It was in 2022, just under two years ago now, that Eddie and another producer friend of his co-founded their own music label, Bath House. Eddie's experimental project, Love Sucks Sometimes, is signed to the label, as well as a small but growing list of other alternative/experimental artists. He mainly lives in Aurora Bay, enjoying the slower pace than Los Angeles, which he isn't crazy about, and travels when he needs to.

connection ideas

Anyone from the music industry

Also doesn't even have to be from the industry, just people he's worked on side projects/collabs with from artists who have maybe designed album art for him, other musicians, singers who featured on a single, choreographers/set designers/stylists who helped with a music video, literally anything from that world official or not

An ex or two (would have been serious long-term relationships)

Friends in general! Smoking buddies, music friends (not professionally, just other music lovers), people he met in LA/while traveling for tours, etc.

The crazy to his calm

Some kind of parental figure(s) that soothe the hole in his soul left by his actual parents

Sibling vibes, he's such an older brother but could also be cute if he experienced being the younger sibling vibe

[filthy-reckless-rp]

♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Loryn Huntzberger Pronouns: She/Her Age: 19 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: College Freshmen and Video Game Developer Social Status: Insider Faceclaim: Madison Bailey

Who Is Loryn?

“I swear to god, I saw her howling at the sky, she ain't out to get you, but she's better on your side."

My, my, if it isn't Loryn Huntzberger! Where have you been hiding? The competition is questionable at best but you have always been the smarter sibling, haven't you? The rational, practical one. You've done everything right, worked hard and played even harder. You spent most of your days with your nose stuck in a book, your laptop or in front of the webcam (streaming, of course). You're passionate, you're tenacious and you've done everything you can to distance yourself from your family's reputation. At the end of the day though, you're still a Huntzberger and you'll always be a Huntzberger. So, look out. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Loryn Huntzberger has always had a complicated relationship with her family. Namely, her father. She has never wanted anything from him but that hasn't stopped Lawrence Huntzberger from trying. For the most part, Loryn tried to keep to herself. Spending hours poured over books, Loryn focused on her studies and learning everything she could. Later, she would focus on video game design. A self-professed nerd (queen of the nerds, actually!), Loryn is endlessly passionate. When she was in high school, she started building her online following as a streamer and cosplayer. From then, her notoriety has only grown. Unlike her father and brother, Loryn is kind. She can be sweet, welcoming and tries to do the right thing. That doesn't mean she can't manipulate when the occasion calls for it. She can be scathing, she can root out a weakness. She can act like a 'Huntzberger'. When Loryn went to college, she was so happy to be free. When her dad came to her with an offer though, she found that she couldn't refuse. No, she didn't want to refuse. He'd bought over a video game company (they were about to go bust) and needed her to run the place, full-time once she'd graduated and part-time for now. It wasn't the first time Lawrence had tried to buy her affection and it wouldn't be the last. A deal is a deal though and she knows when to take a (questionably) good one.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

William's the one with all the secrets, Loryn is totally drama-free! Totally.

Connections

William Huntzberger - Loryn's beloved and embarrassing older brother. She might be the only person in the world who gets away with calling him anything other than 'William'. Loryn loves him but honestly, big yikes, often!

Ruby Reyes - when Lawrence remarried, Loryn didn't know how to feel about it. She's managed to pretty much avoid her dad's new wife and her daughter, Ruby.

Camille Hunter - her father and Camille's have been best friends their whole lives so naturally, they've known each other just as long. Loryn adores Cami, they've been friends since the crib.

Lucas Baizen - when it comes to being a smart ass, Lucas Baizen is unmatched. Luke is on Loryn's intellectual level and enjoys causing chaos with that intellect.

Bella Coates - when they were in high school, they were at each other's throats. And then... they were at each other's, um, everything else. It's a secret they've both elected to keep.

[caseydundrich]

Welcome to Aurora Bay @aurorabayaesthetic, [CASEY DUNDRICH]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ELLIOT FLETCHER]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [CHILDREN'S NOVELIST/ILLUSTRATOR]. Word is you’re [EMPATHETIC] but can also be a bit [INTROVERTED] and your favorite song is [THE GARDEN GOBLIN BY KING GIZZARD & THE LIZARD WIZARD]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER'S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

Name: Casey Dundrich Nickname: Case Age: 27 Faceclaim: Elliot Fletcher Gender: Trans Man Pronouns: He/Him Height: 5'7 Build: Slim Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Education Level: College graduate with a degree in creative writing Occupation: Children's Novelist/Illustrator Vices: Alcohol, Cannabis, Gum Favorite Color: Blue & Green Favorite Halloween Candy: Kitkats

Quick Facts

Growing up an only child who didn't make friends easily, Casey quickly became drawn to the written word. An avid reader at a very young age it didn't take long for Casey to soon become interested in writing and jotting down the stories that his overactive imagination came up with. From the start Casey was destined to be a writer. He entered many young authors competitions and while he never won his second place and third place finishes were enough to continue fueling his passion. Along with writing Casey spent a lot of time drawing using that as a medium to get his ideas across when words failed him.

Casey went to college in New York for creative writing where he was absolutely ripped to shreds by his professors. There was always a child-like quality to his writing that was frowned upon by the courses he took. Distraught by the criticism Casey almost gave up on his dream but still finished out his degree even though it wound up with him taking his extensive knowledge of literature and working in a bookstore in NYC.

At the age of twenty-five Casey finally got the idea for a story about two brothers with a magical stone that transports them to distant lands (think of something along the lines of The Magic Tree House series). He pitched the story to some publishers and it became an instant hit amongst young readers which earned Casey a multi book deal.

Eventually Casey got fed up with the hustle and bustle of New York City. He knew he didn't want to return to Milwaukee where he grew up so he found himself in need of a new home. He always had a desire to travel and now that his book series is taking off he's no longer tied to any location to work. Casey decided on Aurora Bay for now. Seeing what it might be like to live on the other side of the country. Right now they just project living there while he works on his current book.

He is currently working on the third book in the series and has hit a major bout of writer's block. He still has more to say in regards to the series he just doesn't have the words for it and deadlines are swiftly approaching.

When he isn't reading, writing, or drawing Casey is usually playing video games. He's a big fan of RPGs and fantasy games and still is an avid World of Warcraft player in 2024 (you should really see his mount collection).

Casey has never been in a serious relationship (though he desperately wants to be in one). He's had a few flings over the years but people tended to disappoint him or not be interested in taking things to the next level.

He's much more of an introvert than an extrovert. Making friends has never come easy to him but he's tried to put himself out there more after moving to Aurora Bay.

Casey is a DM for D&D and has been looking to start up a new campaign since moving to Aurora Bay. He goes quite over the top with his storytelling and hangs around the local game shop in search of new players (potential wanted connection!). He's also a big Magic the Gathering player but isn't as committed as he used to be in college (and is now saving a lot of money). You can still catch him heading to bigger cities for prerelease though when a set intrigues him.

[sxlveira]

[raúl esparza - 50 - he/him] Introducing EDGAR SILVEIRA. Word on the street is they are an ASSISTANT DISTRICT ATTORNEY affiliated with THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY. Though they are RESERVED and BLUNT, they can also be RESILIENT and CARING. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

[sky - 23 - she/her - gmt - no triggers]

✧･ﾟ— B A S I C S

— NAME: Edgar Daniel Francisco Silveira

— NICKNAME/S: Ed (by his family) ; Eddie (by others close to him)

— D.O.B.: 4th April 1973 (age 50)

— GENDER, PRONOUNS, SEXUALITY: Cis male, he/him, heterosexual

— HOMETOWN: New York City, NY, USA

— AFFILIATION: The Syndicate

— JOB POSITION: Assistant District Attorney

— EDUCATION: J.D. degree, LL.M, and S.J.D. from Harvard Law School

✧･ﾟ— P E R S O N A L I T Y

— MBTI: ESFJ – the consul

— POSITIVE TRAITS: Hardworking, resilient, intelligent, observant, organised

— NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stern, reserved, argumentative, blunt, cynical

✧･ﾟ— F A M I L Y

— MOTHER: Isabel Marie Silveira

— FATHER: Ruyan Isaac Francisco

— OLDER BROTHER: Frederico ‘Rico’ Isaac Francisco Silveira

— ‘SEEING EACH OTHER’: Anaïs Murad @anaismurad

✧･ﾟ— A P P E A R A N C E

— FACECLAIM: Raúl Esparza

— EYE COLOUR: Blue

— HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown with greying patches and beard

— BUILD: Average

— HEIGHT: 6’

— SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A 5cm scar on his left calf from a childhood accident

— BODY MODIFICATIONS: N/A

— CLOTHING

✧･ﾟ— F A V O U R I T E S

— FOOD: Pizza (particularly pepperoni)

— DRINK: Bourbon

— BOOK: Slow Horses by Mick Herron

— FILM: Road to Perdition (2002)

— TV SHOW: Elementary (2012-2019)

— SEASON: Winter

— COLOUR: Red

✧･ﾟ— B I O G R A P H Y

— Edgar was born on 4th April 1973 at 12:09am and is the youngest of two sons born to Ryan Francisco, a neurosurgeon, and his wife Isabel, a court stenographer. His brother Rico is older than him by 4 years and they were both taught to speak fluent Spanish by both of their parents. They lived in Queens.

— Edgar’s first love was baseball. He always played with his brother in their yard and their local park, often spending hours watching it on TV too. Their father took them to their first game when Edgar was seven and it remains to be his favourite memory. He also loves espionage novels and enjoys his downtime by reading them with tea and cookies.

— He grew up happy, although his father spent a lot of time out of the house due to his demanding job. Edgar looked up to Ryan, admiring his ambition, skill, compassion, and for a very brief time Edgar wanted to be a surgeon too (only after wanting to be a zookeeper, a scuba diver, a professional baseball player, and an astronaut, though). He was also close to his brother and mother: they would go on days out into the city together and spend time reading in the evenings amongst other things. This was when his love of literature began.

— Unlike his brother, Edgar was ambitious and always wanted to be challenged, especially at school. He was influenced by his mother and became interested in law because of her. He wanted to be the most successful prosecutor in NYC, so ensured that he studied hard to get through high school to focus solely on learning the law and making his parents proud. Meanwhile, Rico was getting into trouble with his teachers and also with the authorities. He’d been involved in the wrong crowds, getting involved in thefts and drug dealing, and brought shame to their parents. At the age of 19, Rico eventually left home in the dead of night and left a note to Edgar saying how sorry he was and that he’d be okay on his own. They wouldn’t see each other for another seven years and that meeting was a very brief one in the Christmas shopping crowds of lower Manhattan.

— Edgar graduated from Harvard at the top of his class. He had a four year long feud with a fellow student named Thomas and had vowed to beat him into getting top scores. They ended up being best friends and whilst Thomas ended up moving to Washington DC, they stayed in contact and see each other around the holidays.

— Edgar moved back home after graduating and after spending a couple of months helping his parents renovate their house he completed a strict study regime for his bar review before passing the bar exam first try. He then got his first job at the Queens District Attorney’s office as a clerk before working his way up to ADA. At the age of 32, he transferred from Queens to Manhattan, upping his workload and moving into a city apartment and has been there ever since. He still visits his parents often, though.

— He became an inadvertent affiliate of The Syndicate when he helped out his brother in certain dodgy dealings and in turn met Anaïs, who he tried not fall for but he did (and did so hard even if he won't admit it out loud to anyone other than Anaïs herself). In what little spare time he has, Edgar works for her father- Syndicate leader Petros, who made him realise that his talents could be put to good use in the world of crime with great rewards.

— Although ambitious and wanting to be a District Attorney (and even Attorney General), Edgar has been very comfortable in his ADA career and despite his experience he thinks he still has a way to go (little does he know that it’s just the self-doubt talking). He understands that it involves a lot of power and responsibility and doesn’t want to be watched too closely by government officials or the public considering his ties to crime.

✧･ﾟ— W AN T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

— COLLEAGUES & ASSOCIATES: If your muse also works in law- especially in Manhattan- then it’s likely they’ve crossed paths with Edgar. Maybe they’re friends or maybe they’re rivals, but I’m up for discussing anything!

— OLDER BROTHER: Rico (or name UTP) is almost four years older than Edgar and has been involved in crime since his mid-teens. He’s an efficient thief and has evaded arrest on countless occasions. The two were very close when they were younger, but as soon as Rico left home things changed drastically and now that Edgar is lowkey involved in The Syndicate I’m also up to discussing anything in regards to how that might have changed their relationship (maybe it brought them back together or maybe there’s still a wedge between them)!

[practically-an-x-man]

Director’s Commentary on your favorite Nikoletta/Abner fic?

Ooooh yes! I'm gonna go with The Facts Were These, since I really love how that one came together (and it's got a lot of references to talk about). That's the fifth fic in the series so I don't believe you've read it yet, warnings for spoilers apply.

Link to the ask game here, and to the original fic here

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La Gatita Amable. One look around the bar told her it wasn’t exactly… well, amable. No outright fights had broken out, but the room was packed to the gills and flooded with chatter so loud Nikoletta could barely hear herself think. The press of bodies all around her made her hackles rise from the moment she stepped through the door.

In total honesty, this is probably one of my favorite ways I've opened a fic. Pulling the Spanish term amable (meaning "gentle") from the canon name of the bar, using it ironically to describe the chaos and clutter inside the bar, and trying to push Nikoletta's discomfort right from the first few sentences, I just feel like this introductory paragraph sets the scene so well.

The second was the dress. Cleo had found it buried at the bottom of the trunk: a crisp goldenrod, sleek fabric (pure polyester, synthetic and safe) layered with delicate lace flowers, that hugged every curve of her body and pulled in tight to a Grecian neckline at her throat. It was exactly the sort of thing Nikoletta would have worn in her prior life, before the shadows. Despite every warning in her mind… it called to her. She couldn’t resist. She wanted a taste of the life she’d left.

I did actually pick out an existing dress for her here! Obviously it's just a random model wearing it, not Nikoletta's faceclaim (Teyonah Parris), but I thought the dress would look really pretty on her and I loved the flower patterning on it. It's one of the rare times I actually picked out a specific article of clothing and described it rather than going from an image in my head (excluding outfits that are already canon, of course)

But… she wished she could lay her head on his shoulder. She wished she could be closer than this. She wished… a lot of things.

The way this fic is structured, there's this flashback scene here followed by a flash-forward to months after Starro. And there are a lot of parallels between the two scenes! Here's the first one: Nikoletta wishes she could rest her head on Abner's shoulder, and that's one of the first things she does in the second scene.

Abner nodded but didn’t speak. His eyes shifted back and forth, refusing to settle on her. Finally, seeming to summon his courage, he held out a hand. “Care to dance?”

The other thing this fic has a lot of is references to Pushing Daisies. This is for good reason, since their first is canonically inspired by the show, but there are a lot of subtler references sprinkled throughout. This is one of those. Abner holding his hand out and asking "care to dance?" is a reference to s1e4 of Pushing Daisies, in which Ned and Chuck dance on a rooftop while wearing beekeeper suits (so they don't touch directly).

Oh, and the title is a reference to Pushing Daisies as well.

She wondered why it was so hard to speak gently. Sharp words she’d mastered. Anything softer than that just felt awkward, like she was stumbling over herself and couldn’t quite find her balance. She remembered being better at this. Maybe she’d spent too long in prison, surrounded by so many barbs and spurs on every side.

The tough thing about writing Nikoletta is the way that she speaks. She, by her nature, speaks a little awkwardly when it comes to gentle moments. She's spent fifteen years keeping up the persona of the Queen of Belle Reve, in which she perceived any softness as a weak point, so she's not used to vulnerability or soft words like this.

But from a writing perspective... how do I write a character speaking awkwardly without it reflecting on my skills as a writer? Where's the balance between "this character speaks oddly because of her background" and "this author can't seem to write realistic dialogue"? I know that choppy dialogue can take a reader out of the fic, but I also know that therapy-speak from a character that wouldn't give a shit about that breaks the illusion just as much. It's just a tough balance to strike, no matter how many times I write for Nikoletta.

“You know, you…” she sighed, “You really shouldn’t do that.” Despite the words, a faint smile crossed his face. Nikoletta had no idea why.

Another line from Pushing Daisies! In s1e3, Ned and Chuck share a kiss through plastic wrap just like the kiss in the scene here, and the first thing Ned says afterwards is "You really shouldn't do that". Abner smiles because he's thinking of the show and realizes she's just quoted it accidentally, which is even more special to him because (as we see in the second scene of this fic) he'd held up that scene as the pinnacle of romance in his mind and now gets to live it himself.

Who would dare to seek out romance with the most damaged person in Belle Reve? She didn't know why he wanted her.

When I wrote this scene, I really hoped this line came across the way I meant it. It's supposed to be a bit of a fake-out, leading the audience to think she's referring to Abner as the "most damaged person" when really it's herself, in a reflection of her own self-hatred. I almost rewrote it or even outright deleted it, because I was worried it would get misread as her being callous towards Abner, but I liked the line so much that I decided to keep it. And nobody's remarked on it yet (though it's not exactly a popular fic...), so I guess we're fine.

She obliged, turning her attention to the washed-out images flashing across the screen. It struck her, for the briefest moment, as an echo of her own life: a dark-haired man, not too dissimilar from Abner himself, sharing a kiss with a shorter woman through a layer of plastic wrap. She could see why he was so connected to this show. “You really shouldn't do that…”

There's those parallels I was talking about! They're watching the same scene they semi-accidentally reenacted earlier in the fic! Technically speaking this is fit weirdly into the fic (it's the third episode of the show, and most of the way through that episode, so Nikoletta had to be really distracted not to have realized it was the same show earlier), but that's one of those little creative liberties that I didn't figure people would notice or take much issue with. Maybe Nik was distracted, or Abner jumped to episode 3 since it's his favorite, or it was being rerun on live TV and they only caught that part of the episode, or any number of other explanations, it doesn't really matter.

“You look like him, too.” she added, brushing the hair out of his face to get a better look. Abner’s brows crinkled. “Tall and sad?”

Not much to add here, I just thought this line was really funny and wanted to draw attention to it XD It was one of the first lines I wrote when I conceptualized this piece, it just made me crack up.

“I saw myself in him,” Abner mumbled after he’d pulled back from her. His eyes darted briefly to the TV as credits rolled across the screen, “Watching it the first time. I always thought that the plastic wrap was the most romantic thing. Y’know, just… wanting to be so close to someone you couldn’t be close to that you came up with any solution you could. And… being loved even though you weren’t normal.”

Honestly, this is a huge running theme in their relationship - two people who aren't exactly "normal", who have both adverse superpowers and mundane personal issues to work through, who fight hard to work through them and stay together despite that. The whole Pushing Daisies comparison was really just luck, too: I love the show and ended up going through a huge hyperfixation with it at about the same time I started writing for Nik and Abner, and figured that Abner would end up seeing himself in Ned, and it ended up fitting together even better than I initially hoped it would.

I'm just... I'm really happy with how this piece fell together. It's one of my best.

[loversfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you ? i figured because you totally just missed winona morris walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who she is ? they kind of look like fivel stewart and i could be wrong but i think that they might be twenty-eight years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last two years. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of beth march from little women. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at fleurist as the owner / florist. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the green thumb of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty worrisome at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty disciplined to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that one bedroom apartment beside me over in seaglass heights. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you !

STATS:

full name :       winona quinn morris nickname(s) :       winnie birthplace :       san diego, california date of birth :       02 / 28 / 1996 parentage :       unknown sibling(s) :       ____ morris relationship status :       single gender identity :       cis woman ( she/her ) sexual orientation :       lesbian bisexual faceclaim :       fivel stewart

BACKGROUND: ( tw: mentions of neglect, homophobia, anxiety, and depression )

winnie isn’t very sure of her lineage. she knows she was adopted at the age of two, but she has no prior knowledge of her bio family. her adoption was a closed one, and it seemed to be how both parties preferred it.

adopted by jonathan and susanne morris, two prominent lawyers in their area. they had plenty of money and room to share. however, what they had in material items, they lacked in love.

winnie loved her parents fiercely as a young child. she didn’t understand that she and her brother were simply trophies for her family to show off to the public. her and her brother weren’t their children who they loved and adored, they were proof to the public of their generosity and their good-nature.

growing up, winnie spent most of her time with different nannies. she longed to spend time with her parents, and the nannies she’d had were kind enough to keep their opinions on her parents to themselves. they would always assist her in drawing pictures for her mom and dad (that were always met with mild enthusiasm).

it was hard to be a kid in the morris home. expectations were always very strict. any big emotions were met with anger and annoyance rather than love and care. she learned to bottle things up at a very young age. it was just easier. still, it was very difficult for her. she has always been very sensitive, and all she’s ever wanted is to please her parents.

one of her favorite things to do with her nannies was to just be outside. whether it was going for walks or playing at the park, winnie loved every minute of it. she loved seeing the bugs, the animals, and the plants. one thing she always adored were flowers.

she would always want to pick flowers for her mom. her small little bouquets always got her a “how sweet” and a head pat, and winnie would be on cloud nine for hours.

with her love for nature, it’s no surprise that biology and science quickly became her favorite subject. she loved the butterfly unit and watching caterpillars build their cocoons and eventually hatch.

she has always been a bit of a bookworm, and that made it all the easier to be shy. she could easily hide behind her books and not have to talk to other kids. which was for the best, anyway. her parents were very particular about who she could be friends with, so it was best for her to not try to make her own.

which, came as a bit of a blessing as she grew through puberty. all the sleepovers she was forced to attend were good practice for how to talk about boys. learning which ones were considered cute, discovering how you'd want one to treat you... it was just stuff winnie had never thought about. what was there to notice about boys when girls were simply... prettier to look at ?

but, she rationalized her thoughts by saying she was simply appreciative of those around her. how could the trophy daughter of conservative lawyers have feelings for other girls ?

and, once again, it's easier for winnie to be alone. your eyes can't linger too long if there's no one there to look at

however, everything changes when she goes to college and meets veronica lee. they met during orientation, and somehow, winnie just knew she was safe around the other.

their relationship only grew as time went on. they'd connected on multiple levels-- growing up with wealth, but not fitting the role your family wants you to play. it didn't take long for the two of them to become attached at the hip, never seeing one without the other.

until one night, the two came stumbling back to ronnie's dorm after a party ( something only ronnie could convince winnie to go to ). they'd had plenty of sleepovers, had probably shared a bed about a hundred times at this point. but, something within winnie just snapped. she'd lost all her inhibitions and couldn't think outside of that room. not of her role, not of her parents, not of their expectations. it was just winnie and ronnie.

the kiss had changed everything. winnie hadn't expected to feel as much as she did, and she wasn't expecting ronnie to be the one to pull away. that gesture was one that brought reality crashing down. it wasn't right-- this wasn't who winona morris was.

after that, winnie had done all she could to avoid ronnie and her own feelings. she couldn't get in an argument with her parents at the age of twenty. she knew she'd lose. she had nothing to fall back on.

losing ronnie was hard, and winnie soon became a shell of who she was with veronica. empty, hollow, lifeless. she knew college was for experiences, and she had been excited for them. now, she just wanted to do as little as possible and ensure she left with a degree.

and that she did. with a business degree ( something that had disappointed her parents greatly, but even they knew she'd be a terrible lawyer ) in hand, winnie knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life. but first, she wanted to get some practice in. she worked as a florist at a few different shops up until she was twenty-five.

everything kind of happened at twenty-five. she'd hit an emotional wall. she was exhausted hiding the person she was, even from herself. she'd been smart enough to work and save her money as she did, because she pretty much went off the grid for three months. she was constantly crying, having anxiety attacks, and she could barely get out of bed. she hated herself and she just wanted to be free.

she's twenty-five when she comes out to her family. as bisexual, because it's easier to stomach and possibly more acceptable. her brother welcomes her with open arms, her parents, not so much. they can't cut her off entirely, seeing as she's still one of their trophies. she appears in family christmas photos, but their communication pretty much ceases to exist. no more financial help, and no more love ( not that there was much to begin with ).

moving to palmview was a fresh start. she'd shed her old self and was ready to welcome the new winona. WINNIE. a name her parents had refused to call her.

she settles herself down, still has some money saved ( and has some help from her brother ) and works to open fleurist. after a year of buying, meeting, planning, and decorating, winnie was pleased to finally be able top open up her own flower shop and to work as a florist.

everything was finally on her terms, and she couldn't have felt more alive.

CONNECTIONS:

uhhhh honestly like .... real friends. people who know winnie and love her <3

failed dates lolllllll my girl has been ever so slowly trying to get out there but .... life is hard. this can be men and women because she's definitely a lesbian but hasn't figured that out yet

loyal customers <3 please and thank uuuuuuu