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dulcewrites · 2 years ago
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i love every work/thought that you put out but i have to admit that sometimes i find myself needing to reread my favourite alysmond fics after consuming fmo-verse headcanons for too long, especially lately because of the djats/valyria au hfjfjdjf yknow, a girl kinda needs to remind herself her two absolute favs aren't shitty people (well. they kinda are but not in That Way) in the midst of all this negativity lol
knowing that your version of alys' character (and aemond's) just plays a certain role in the story and doesn't reflect on what you actually think of her in the source material does help a lot but then ill see some anon rather passionately (and mostly rightfully in terms of this au) cuss her out causing my 'must... defend... mother...' instincts to kick in and then immediately making me go 'whoaaa i need to chill this isn't even My baby alys' 😭 (another funny story actually: my heart dropped to my ass for like half a second when you first mentioned djats!heleana's 'alicent the snake' before i read the rest of that sentence and remembered your stance on alicent lmao )
sorry but i've had to get it off my chest and ig also thought it might be kinda funny to hear idk
Oh no I get it!! I always get worried that someone new (who doesn’t know my actual stances on these characters) will see my work and think I hate alys. When she’s actually one of my fav ladies in f&b 😭😭😭😭. Same with Aemond like that’s pookie number 2 after pookie number one (Alicent).
I honestly want to write something just Aemond x alys related in the way i actually read/want their relationship to read in the show. I just have so much shit to get done it’s kind of ridiculous. Like that’s the it couple of westeros let’s not get it twisted. I feel like I need to pin a disclaimer or something lmao
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mmoonlightbunny · 5 months ago
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GENYA TEASER x KALEIDOSCOPE (MODERN!AU)
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HEADCANONS HERE
‘So, how do you know if a girl likes you?’ He muttered under his breath and instantly reached for the soda on the table, suddenly more interested in the small orange bubbles popping at the top of the glass than his brother sitting on the booth across from him at the busy ramen restaurant.
He was petrified on the spot, not a single thought behind his eyes as he gawked at his brother who was progressively turning bright magenta. The bright neon green tips of his hair somehow made a perfect contrast to his face.
‘Well don’t just stare at me like that! S-say something, dickhead.’ He pressed on and darted his eyes down, now tugging at the loose thread on his sleeve.
‘First— Don’t call me a dickhead.’ He raised a hand and shuffled on his seat, the restaurant seeming way too crowded at this point it was suffocating, the smell of beef and oil pungent in his nostrils. 'You're going to this school to study and get good grades, and become a fucking astrophysicist or something. Not to pick up girls.’ His voice seemed to grate through his teeth, but the way his cheeks flushed and sweat builded up at the nape of his neck was telling a different story.
‘I am studying hard too!’ His brother’s eyes rounding at him, bigger than before and a glassy coat made them brighter. ‘I’m at the top of most classes, only one that… Someone else is better than me.’
The silence was extended, the way his gaze wouldn’t falter as he studied every movement that followed. Genya slowly took out of his jacket a small pink envelope, now crinkling at the edges and a ripped sticker that sealed it shut, he placed it into his hand rather than the table. Too concerned that it might soil the paper or blemish the inked penmanship in it.
He slowly thumbed out the letter inside, written in both black ink and sparkly pink gel.
‘She gave that to me in Valentine’s Day, and White Day will be coming soon.’ He took another sip of his soda as it slowly fizzled out, and wondered why was their food taking so long. This whole encounter would’ve been easier after his big brother had something to eat before.
‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Genya’ He read out loud and finally spoke. ‘She calls you by your first name?’
The soft nod was more than an answer, somehow turning smaller under his eyes. He looked back into the letter, the printed stationary with flowers and what seamed genko leaves. ‘Nezuko?’ He read the signature and the sound of her name flustered his brother even further, as if there was a spotlight above him and had missed a question in front of an audience.
Sanemi took a slow breath in and leaned back on the booth, being careful to hold the letter between his fingers and not let it touch the surface. A waiter broke their silence wall as he placed the mains between them along with a cold draft beer front of Sanemi. He thanked them for the waiting time and moved back into the restaurant swiftly, just then his brother caught his lavender gaze again.
‘So, what should I do?’ He spoke meekly, unsure of what emotion would his brother choose to express at this moment, even he couldn’t tell how he felt about this.
‘Do you like her, Gen?’ His hand ruffled through his white locks and itched at the sweat beds trickling down his neck, doing his best to pick his word carefully.
‘I think so.’ He stirred his food on the plate and took his first bite, sauce dripping down his chin already and Sanemi extending the napkins accross by reflex. ‘She’s nice to me and has a pretty smile…’
A grudging sight took him out of his daydream of bright pink eyes and a lilting voice speaking his name. ‘You’re fucked Gen, White Day is in three days.’
Sensing that might have not been the best answer due his brother’s slumping shoulders, he continued while picking out at his plate. ‘I’ll help you find her something, my schedule is free tomorrow and I can pick you up after class. However—‘ A big smile and cheerful eyes were beaming at him as he rose to face him. ‘You promise me you’ll stay on top of your studies, all of the classes. No slacking around, Gen.’
‘I promise, brother.’ He said overly excited and his smile seemed to pull at his, because Sanemi also raised the corner of his mouth. Both resumed to their dinner in silence, letting the ambiance of the busy restaurant fill the gaps between them.
‘Nemi.’ He interrupted his noodle slurping briefly. ‘She’s top of the class too.’
‘You are so fucked, Gen.’
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I know I said modern!sanemi headcanons would come first but I have one too many snippets of their relationship and its beginning to be a problem.
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ughitsl-ay · 2 years ago
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Portwell alt Endgame
AN: So I fucked up lmaoo. So when I made the fic, Rina’s angst really strengthened and the writing I did for portwell endgame didn’t match. So I'm going to try a more angsty confession/ending. Enjoy :)
he gives a slight smile and walks away towards the barn. That was the last place she saw him at. Where she basically told him that they should call it quits. It’s probably too late. He’s probably asleep in bed and she’s wasting her time. A hollowness starts to form in her heart.
She opens the barn doors with a creak. She looks around her eyes adjusting to the dark, the moonlight through the big windows being the only source of light. That's when she sees him.
He's sitting at the table that was used for auditions. His elbows propped up on the table and chin against his knuckles. He has a candle lit on the table. giving off a huge shadow cast from him. He’s fiddling with the papers on the table.
He looks very un-EJ. Which makes a knot form in her throat and a rock settle in her stomach.
In this past year, she’s seen all sorts of EJ. She’s seen him snarky and mean. Seen him goofy and silly. Seen him insecure and in need of a hug. But she has never seen him so...desolate. It scares her more than anything in this world because...she knows that it’s her fault.
She walks into the barn in the dark, and her shoes hitting the wood floors causes EJ to turn in her direction. 
She stops in her tracks. Scared to move. Scared not to. 
“Gina.” He says. She cannot discern the tone in his voice. 
She can barely see his eyes in the dark, but the soft glow from the candle gives her a view of empty glassy eyes. Like he has become settled on something that was bothering him.
Which scares her and puts a lump in her throat because what If that means she’s too late? 
She tries to clear her throat before she speaks but it still comes out wobbly, “E-EJ...I am so,” She breaks off looking down in exasperation, “I’m so sorr-”
“Why should you be?”
She stops speaking; shocked into silence. 
He stands up, the shadow from the candle making his shadow appear larger.
“You got what you want. You’ve finally gotten the guy you want, after all these years. How can I blame you for that? I guess I’ve lost to Ricky twice now huh?”
He gives off a snort. 
Her eyes well up like she was slapped across the face. 
Was she just another prize to win or lose?
The person in front of her is a person she hasn't seen in a very long time. 
Hurt people hurt people. 
She knows exactly how it feels. To want to hurt the people that have wronged her. She knows exactly how spitting vitriol at people to protect them from the fact that her throat was in knots and her eyes were welling up. She knows the feeling all too well. 
“I was confused Ej, I didn't know how I felt and I th-”
he snorts again; interrupting her. His low voice carries in the empty barn. 
“It didn’t feel like you were so confused when you broke up with me It seemed you knew exactly how you felt. How you knew you didn’t want me.”
At the end of the sentence his voice breaks. That being the only indication that he’s not EJ 1.0. Just a boy that is deeply hurt at not being picked...again. 
She takes a step closer, and it seems like he wants to step back but something in her eyes stop him from doing so. She gets close enough that she is standing right in front of him. 
Her intense sparkly eyes looking into his watery green ones. 
His voice is low again, but this time it comes out small, “Why am I not enough?”
His head hangs as he lets it drops. 
Her own eyes well up and she shakes her head as her chin wobbles. She closes the remaining distance and wraps her arms around him. 
“You are enough, EJ...Eric...I promise you, you are.” She raises her hand to the nape of his neck. Laying his head on her shoulder.
His arms are limp and for a split second it seems like he was numb to it all. That he was going to pull back and untangle her arms in a second and walk away. And that...that would break her. Someone leaving again. Especially Ej. The boy who got her a plane ticket so that she could stay. Who’s been by her side and listened to her and made her laugh until she was sick. 
But after that agonizing split second, she feels him reciprocate. Slowly wrapping his arms around the small of her back. 
“Ej...I was confused because I’ve never stayed long enough to make connections. To have somebody on my side. So when he didn’t judge me, the first person to seem to see me. I clung on to him and the idea of him.  and-,” she stops and burrows her face into his shoulder, “and this was my first time...staying somewhere, my first time having a boyfriend, the first time trying out for a lead, I was scared. I thought I wanted something I didn't.”
He slightly nuzzles into her neck but makes no other movement or sound. She continues. 
“I want you with me EJ. Forever if I could. You are my favorite person in the world and waking up knowing that you’re there, knowing that I can trust you and depend on you...is the best feeling in the world, “ She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and inhaling in his natural scent of sandlewood and something just distinctly him, calming, “I’m sorry for having you doubt yourself. I pick you, EJ. I would a thousand times over.”
There’s another silence this time. It should feel suffocating, the teetering of something breaking and shattering into million pieces. Something she can never get back no matter how hard she tries. 
She wants to keep him.
No, this silence was calm. It was calm because she knew that at least, even if she has to leave half of her heart in this barn tonight, she told him the extent of her feelings to him. He had to know that he wasn’t expendable. That he wasn’t second choice. He was her first. 
Slowly, oh so slowly does he lift his head. He pulls back, and she is scared to open her eyes. Scared to see the thin line on his mouth, the hardness in his eyes. She’s scared to face a world where she never sees the look Ej gives her again.
What has her opening her eyes is the feel of warm palms sliding into holding her face.
She blinks her eyes open, a sole tear sliding down and what she is met with is a smile.
His smile.
She expected hatred or a numb and empty stare reflected back at her, but what she got back was a...smile?
His eyes weren't exactly the same eyes of what she knew. Before this. They used to shine at her with this sort of adoration that she never understood. Never understood how someone could ever look at her like that. She didn’t even know she not only got used to it but craved it until it was gone. Like now.
But his eyes weren’t empty. There was no hatred or glassiness. There was instead,  this severity to them she hasn’t seen before. 
“Gina.” His smile slowly drops to replace a more intense more important expression. 
She blinks again at the usage of her name. It was different to how he used to pronounce it. He used to say her name like she was destined for greatness. Like he could already see her name in lights. She loved that as well but it is also gone now.
We do things that we wish we could change and reverse. But we can’t. Only forward.
Only forward. 
He says it differently now, and she doesn't know why but it almost punches her in the stomach. He says it like he really sees her. Truly. Like he can see inside of her soul and knows her deep vulnerable secrets. Know what’s at the core of her.
She holds her breath, waiting for his next sentence. Scared it will be something that shatters her completely.
And shatter her it does.
"Gina.. I am in love with you."
His eyes look deeply into hers. Like he wants so badly for her to understand something. To understand this isn't just some love confession.
"I have been in love with you since Carlos quinceanera. I loved you when you were dominating the stage and taking everyone prisoner. ", she laughs which brings a smile to his face, "But also when I saw you smile that day. I don't know what it was that day. But I knew then that my heart felt stolen from me."
His eyebrows furrow. A desperated tone taking ahold of his voice.
His hands trail to the back of her head. Interwovening with her blonde braids.
"These past few months have transformed me into the type of man I always dreamed I could be. And you helped me see that. And become that. I'm not just in love with you because you're pretty, or that your talented or flawless on the stage. "
He shakes his head and inches his face closer to her's. So close that their lips were slightly brushing against each other.
"I love you because you're you, Gina Porter," he whispers the last part, "because you're always you, G".
At this point, Gina's eyes close and she shudders out a breath.
"Can I kiss you?"
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merryfortune · 4 years ago
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Day 27 / Rose
Clover and Violets 2021
Ship: not applicable | Mieru/Ruri
Universe: Arc V
Word Count: 1,509
Rating: T
Tags: Canon Divergent, Implied PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort
   One for sorrow, Mieru thought to herself, as she found one of those birds all by her lonesome. 
   One of those birds who had pretty eyes of sanguinated magenta and long hair of deep, amethyst purple.
   Funnily enough, even when she was alone and sobbing, she was still surrounded by birds. Just pretty little brown ones. Mieru hadn’t meant to stumble upon this thing but she was a finder of all sorts of things. Including sad things. 
   The starlings scattered as Mieru’s shoes tapped on the ground, upbeat and happy, she had just gone to stretch her legs, she was still immature when it came to parties and she wasn’t the only one. Or, maybe, it wasn’t immaturity at all. It was the worst kind of maturity.
   Ruri looked up at Mieru, through a facade of feathers as those starlings scattered and Mieru didn’t know what to say. She swallowed a hello in her throat. It didn’t seem appropriate. Ruri pawed at her face as she slowly let go of herself.
   “Sorry,” she murmured, “I just needed some space. I’m not used… I’m not used to the peacetimes anymore.”
   “May I sit here?” Mieru asked. She pointed at the ground beside Ruri as she clutched her crystal apple.
   “Y-Yes, that’s fine…” Ruri mumbled though she didn’t understand why. She, personally, saw no appeal in spending time with a stranger who was sobbing.
   Yet, Mieru dropped down beside her, dress flouncing and flapping as she sat beside Ruri, cross-legged. Yet, Mieru leaned into Ruri’s personal space, even though she stiffened. Held herself just that little bit tighter and felt awkward and assessed as Mieru looked up at her with those big, green eyes of her, all glassy and peridot-coloured and gleaming.
   “You have a lot of light in you, Mieru can see it, however do you sleep at night with such brightness inside?”
   Ruri squinted at Mieru, confused and confounded, tears just on the edge of her eyes but Mieru was entirely sincere in her question. Ruri giggled as she wiped away the evidence of her crying off her face.
   “You are very sweet, Mieru.” Ruri told her. “Even if it’s unexpected ways.”
   “Sleep well tonight and count the omens, I’m sure good things are on their way as the future comes for us all, one way or another. There’s no way to stop it but we can at least be prepared. Get a good night’s rest, a full eight hours at the very least, and don’t skip breakfast either, it’s the most important meal of the day, you know, or at least that’s what Mama says.” Mieru lectured Ruri.
   Ruri giggled again and Mieru pouted. “I’m trying to help you, you know, and you spurn the Mieru? You hurt her feelings. Insolent bird. All you Bracelet Girls are the same.” Mieru huffed. She crossed her little arms.
   “I’m sorry,” Ruri said, “you’re just so cute, I can’t take you seriously but thank you. I do appreciate it, truly.”
   “You’re welcome, and you should note, your lucky number is two, I believe. So do things in twos, I would recommend and perhaps skip the sushi on Thursday.” Mieru continued to advise her.
   “Thank you for your wisdom, little one, but how do you know these things?” Ruri asked. “How can you even begin to look into the future and not see anything but misery?”
   “Mieru sees all.” Mieru murmured. Might have been a lament, it might have been a requiem. “But Mieru has eyes and Mieru cannot avoid using them. So, she sees all, whether she likes it or not. The least I can do is use this power for good, even if I do see some bad. And I see things that you cannot begin to comprehend which is saying something given you are already a peculiarity of supernatural proportions I have only begun to understand.”
   Ruri hummed thoughtfully as Mieru rambled. She tucked a strand of her own hair behind her ear. Then, she did the same for Mieru and Mieru blushed.
   She very much did not want Ruri knowing that whilst Mieru was a coward, she had still seen a smidgen of things that left her harrowed and when she was touched, she saw some more. She saw Heartland reflected in the shadows inside her crystal apple that only she could scry. The horrors of how it fell and the sadism of the soldiers who invaded it. 
   Mieru hated it very much and though Ruri’s touch was kind, playing with her gingery coloured hair, Mieru was scared of that touch. She saw more than she wanted through it and through the illusions only she could scry from her crystal apple. So, she rocketed to her feet and Ruri was only very mildly perturbed by it. She blinked.
   “Mieru must be going,” Mieru announced, “see you later.”
   “Thank you, Mieru,” Ruri replied, murmuring softly, “see you later.”
   Mieru turned on her heel and then looked back, “And remember, two for mirth.” she said.
   Ruri nodded. “Two for mirth.” she echoed back.
   Mieru smiled like a cat - so different to an avian, down-to-earth girl like Ruri - and she pranced off with a skip in her step, rejoining the party on the You Show Academy roof as it was Ayu’s birthday today. 
   Mieru didn’t see Ruri upstairs again after that; she must have spent the rest of the afternoon and late evening downstairs, outside in the garden, recovering from her moment of fatigue. And Mieru didn’t see Ruri again until a couple days later, on Thursday, funnily enough. Mieru hadn’t been expecting to see Ruri at all but they ran into each other at one of the malls in Maiami. Such a bit city and they were still able to cross paths at random; it must have been fate, both girls thought.
   Ruri was with Shun but Shun wasn’t looking all that well. He was looking a little green around the cheeks, holding his stomach and Ruri was holding him even though she had stopped to chat with Mieru.
   “You were right,” Ruri very blithely informed Mieru who blinked curiously at what a way to start a conversation, “to skip the sushi.” she said. “This one did not heed your mambo-jumbo and now look at him. He’s got something of a bellyache, unlike me who had a salad from the kebab place across the food court.”
   “S’not a bellyache…” Shun grumbled. “It’s food poisoning.”
   “It is not.” Ruri scolded him. “You ate, like, ten plates. No one else got sick.”
   Mieru laughed. She was an only child but she wondered it what it would be like to be a little sister to someone.
   “Anyways, do you have any other predictions for me?” Ruri asked and her brother scolded her this time for believing such silly things.
   “No, not at the moment, I - I would need my cards for that.” Mieru told her, she had only brought her fortune-telling pencil to help her navigate the mall; she had come to buy school supplies for the upcoming semester.
   “Oh, fair enough,” Ruri replied, “but we’ll have to catch up sometime and oh! I almost forgot!”
   Mieru blinked again as Ruri let go of Shun. He looked fit to faint but he did his best to stand up on his own, as slouched as that was. Ruri dug through one of the cardboardy shopping backs she was bedecked with on either of her arms.
   “I saw this and it reminded me of you so I thought I would buy it, just in case I saw you and now look. We did. Maybe I’m a little bit psychic.” Ruri laughed as she gave Mieru her gift and now she was perfectly like a lyrebird, Mieru thought, if she had an aptitude for small, shiny sparkly things like this. “It’s a purple rose, you can wear it as a brooch, if you like, I thought it would look good on you, please, take it.”
   “Thank you…” Mieru replied softly.
   Her fingers were soft against Ruri’s palm as she accepted the gift. She was a little bit mystified. She had received gifts before as thanks for her powers and using them but this felt a little different. She couldn’t quite put it into words but it was somehow more special coming from Ruri. Her heart fluttered.
   “Anyways, I best be off.” Ruri said and she linked her arms with Shun’s again since he was like jelly. “But it would be nice to hang out again, just the two of us, yes?”
   “Yes, that would be wonderful.” Mieru replied.
   Ruri beamed. “After all, two for mirth, yes?”
   “Yes, two for mirth.” Mieru affirmed and Ruri was satisfied with that. 
   She hurried off and Mieru just watched with those huge eyes of hers. Green and awed. She smiled though, truly happy to see Ruri in a better mood compared to when they had encountered each other at You Show earlier. 
   Two for mirth indeed, Mieru found herself thinking very fondly with a scant of pink in her cheeks.
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scendant · 5 years ago
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@heroeth​​ asked: “ you know i always have your back . ”
hurt / comfort sentence starters / accepting.
Sighing again, she leaned over, deeper into him, and closed her eyes to his warm. Bright and lovely. She took in the sun as though she were starved for it.
“Is that not obvious? Of course, you will. You are at my back, right now.”
.... but she knew what he meant. That he would not abandon her. Leave her. Always----will watch over her, protect her. Her back, never facing him. He probably knew it, too.
That she would never look at him. That she could not. For her, whose role was to look ahead and never behind, she could not even see him through the glass pane that drives them both wonderful. No matter how close her body rests to his, no matter how warm her body may be, no matter how much he pounds on that transparent wall----how loud it hums, how hopeless it becomes, how pathetic his reflection looked when he tries to capture those moments of happiness she sighs out----her eyes are always closed. When he opens his hands to catch the fog out of her mouth. When he smiles at her and she smiles back, glassy-eyed garnets, the cushions of her eyes soft and plush to the curl of her lips and yet,
... she cannot hear a single thing.
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“I know. You always have my back. Strange and eventful; you... really are... “----she leaned even further back, extending herself on him as though he were her own personal recliner. Push and press. Ornery. And subtle. Her little teasing in her own, little way. Her hair spilled over his shoulders and she fluffed it out behind her head, smiling brightly at nothing at all. Just the sun. And the sky, and the clouds, and everything in front of her. She liked it. She liked it so much. Days where nothing happens. Days where the sun looks the way it always has, when the birds chirp, the leaves stay put on the branches, when the peridot pricks of spring’s green grass tickles at her, Aernas’s bounty. Isn’t it better, this way? She liked it.
“’Sora’. I wonder what it means. Lire’s name means ‘to sing’. Did you know that? Though, she is not much for a singer. Aha... Arme is named after a goddess. Armenian, Amensis. ‘Elesis’....”
... With the fade of her words, she slowly sat up, giving his back a break. The joints in her back popped as she stretched to the sun. From the lower of her spine to her shoulders, twisting and turned, relaxing. She shifted in her spot and turned to look at him, the red in her eyes as sparkly as they were, reflective as they were. And the soft under her eyes, plush as they were---as they always are. She liked it. Days like this. Where nothing happened, and nothing was lost. Days when her eyelashes caught the sun’s light through them like a basket, letting only a few rays through her canopy of selfish, sunlight-loving red. Days so stuck in monotony, days like the same song repeated endlessly. When will these idyllic, mayfly days pass? in the back of her mind. When will this one disappear, too? From her eyes. This boy who reminded her so much of a voice LOST IN HER----------
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----“I am named after ‘the World’. Isn’t that funny? ‘I am the World’. It’s pretentious, is it not? I wonder why. ‘The World’. Aernas. Do you know? The sky, the earth, Mana---’Aernas’. My Father... is strange, like that.”
“’Elesis’ equals Aernas. ‘Aernasis’. It used to be called that. Aernasis. Have you gotten the hang of it? This language.”
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lollytea · 6 years ago
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Satin diamond 42
(nobody said these needed to be good.)
"I swear it was an accident!" Satin spat out in a frantic rush, outstretched hands whirling apologetically as if attempting to magically erase the mess she had made.
Guy was speechless, shocked into a frozen stance. 
His arms were raised like a mugging victim, jaw unhinged and wide eyes downcast to the splotch of sparkling, silver paint that stained his pale green polo shirt from collar button to hem.
The entire room was silent, something unheard of for a fifth grade art class. Especially this art class.
A united sense of empathy clouded the atmosphere. Every child present could understand the consequences. Guy's mother would have an earful for him.
Not to mention Satin's mortification which was coming off her in waves. That too, was pitied.
"Holy fuck." Said Branch. 
Several incredulous looks (including Miss Opal's) whipped his way at the use of profanity. The boy flushed at the attention and retreated from the spotlight with a ducked head, busying himself with a clay, goblin sculpture.
They theorized he got off easy for cursing because Miss Opal was just surprised he wasn't mute. Branch didn't speak in that class again for another three months.
Guy was slowly coming to, Satin noting the way his shoulders heaved in what was hopefully oxygen intake. His stiff frame began to loosen.
Maybe his brain was now coherent enough to process her apology.
"I-I'm really sorry, Guy! I am, it-it was the....the-t-the bag!" She latched on to this excuse, her bracelet jangling as she pointed an accusatory finger at the designer satchel beneath their feet.
She kicked it furiously. Satin tended to get a little on edge in a crisis. "I tripped because Chenille's bag was in the-"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Her sister snapped from the nearest desk, slamming down a bouquet of paper flowers. "You can't just go and blame me for this! Just 'cause you don't know how to walk right-"
"That is not true and you know it," Said Satin fiercely. "I have been praised for my poise on multiple occasions but I guess I didn't know I was participating in an obstacle course today!"
"It's not my fault you're a clutz!"
"I am not a clutz!"
"Girls." Interjected a third voice.
Miss Opal strode between the two, touching Satin's shoulder in an attempt to calm her. "This isn't anybody's fault, alright? Accidents happen after all. I'm sure Guy underst-"
"My mom is gonna kill me!" He blurted out. Speaking for the first time since the collision.
They turned to look at him but Guy's gaze was glassy and faraway, wringing his hands and expression showcasing genuine horror.
He seemed barely aware of anything or anyone around him.
"Guy," Said Miss Opal gently. "Why don't you go clean yourself up,"He nodded, more responsive now but still looking dazed as excused himself.
"And Satin," She gestured to the spilt paint jar pooling over the floorboards. Satin blushed.
"Why don't you go find a mop,"
"On it, ma'am."
And she was on it. Satin could not be more grateful to be on it, to exit the room and compose herself.
The door swung shut behind her and she was thrust into the world of a vacant hallway, the gleam of patterned, tiled floors and untouched, pearly lockers giving it an almost surrealistic vibe.
For a moment, she could only stand there. All was still.
Satin then slammed into the nearest wall and released a strangled groan of anguish, knuckles digging into her eyelids. She didn't even consider how her makeup would smudge.
"Why?!" She demanded to an empty corridor, head tipped high above.
Maybe she was asking God? Gods? Untheorized deities? The universe? Santa Clause? Whoever wrote those stupid magazine horoscopes. They were to blame for this.
"A good day for romance, it said." Satin scoffed, crossing her arms. "Take a chance, it said."
Well. Attempting to take a chance had not worked out. Now, the kid she had tried to take a chance with, was always going to see her as the girl who launched into him with a jar of silver paint. The reason his mom was going to kill him.
That was not a good person to be in Guy's eyes.
Satin grumbled and fumed to herself all through her journey from the art room to the janitor's closet.
Stupid horoscope! Stupid Chenille! Stupid bag!
Stupid Satin with her stupid emotions!
........Stupid Guy too. Yeah, if Satin didn't have a crush on him, this never would have happened. He couldn't escape blame either. Stupid Guy.
The distance between her and the boys bathroom cut closer and she quickened her pace to hopefully slice right past it. Her fingers crossed instinctively as she neared, hoping and praying that he wouldn't pop out to meet her.
But in some awful, cruel prank on her poor, little girl heart, Guy and Satin met eyes not seconds later.
She was admist her brisk stride, fully intending on tearing through but catching a stream of sterile light pouring over the floor, she stopped dead like a deer under headlights.
A wet floor sign was pushed against the open bathroom door, withholding no barriers between Satin, standing like stone in the hallway, and Guy, scrubbing his shirt over a sink.
For a moment, the only sound was the rush of water from the tap.
Guy's face then split into the usual gap toothed grin and he inhaled to speak.
"Hi!"
"I'm sorry."
They spoke in unison, the sudden movement of his features enough to startle her into speaking. Unbeknownst to her, another apology had been on the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, uh," He blinked, politely surprised. "No, uh, don't even worry about it. Happens."
"You're gonna get in trouble though." Satin pointed out.
"Yeah, well," Guy shrugged nonchalantly. "I get in trouble for this kinda stuff all the time. The shock's kinda worn off. It's not that big a deal."
Satin hummed, unconvinced. She shifted her weight awkwardly, debating whether she should stay put or go get that mop.
Embarrassment voted mop, infatuation voted stay.
"Y'know," Guy had slid a finger down his shirt and caught a glittery goop of paint on his print. He drew it up to his line of vision and rubbed it against his thumb. "I miss this a lot."
Satin rose a curious eyebrow, almost forgetting her situation. "You miss what?"
He smiled, gesturing to the paint stain. "See this weird sparkly paint you got here? This is the first time I've been near glitter since I was super little."
“Wait," She couldn't stop the incredulous chuckle. "You're banned from glitter?"
"Ehhhhhh," Guy stuffed his hands in his pockets as he strolled out to the doorframe before admitting it with a short nod.
"Kinda, yeah. I used to love glitter a lot so I made a ton of messes and my mom got sick of the stuff all over my clothes, all over the floor and the table and my hair and my brothers' hair and....and everywhere. Glitter was everywhere! So,  she says I'm not allowed anywhere near it anymore. It's a real strict rule."
"Huh," Satin nodded slowly as she drifted off towards the janitor's closet. She barely noticed that she was moving, nor that Guy was trailing at her side. "I never thought you'd like glitter all that much. Doesn't seem like your thing."
His smile dropped at that, obviously a little disappointed for whatever reason. "Um. Yeah," He mumbled.
She glanced at him warily. What? It was true. Glitter was flashy. And flashy was the last word that came to mind when she thought about Guy. Him and his plain school pants and solid colour button-ups. She had never met a more boring dresser in her life.
And yet she had a crush on him. Couldn't tell you why. Something was drawing her to him anyway.
An awkward pause hung in the air as their footsteps clicked in sync down the corridor.
Guy broke the silence. "So that weird silvery paint. What were you using that for?"
"I'm filling a sketchbook full of my designs for my project. I was colouring a jacket."
"Woah," He was awed. "Can you make those? Like all those clothes you draw? Can you make them in real life?"
Satin shrugged. "Some of them. Maybe not the jacket yet but eventually."
"A-and its gonna be silver? And sparkly? Just like you imagined it?"
She nodded, a confused little smile tugging at her lips. His enthusiasm was endearing but really out of left field. Why would Guy, of all people, care about a sparkly jackets?
"Cool, cool. That's....that's great."
"Thank you."
His mouth opened. Then closed again. His brow furrowed, as if internally debating with himself.
"H-....hey, Satin?"
"Yeah?"
"Can-....can I take a look at your sketchbook?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." Satin glanced at him with a funny cock of her head. "Can I ask why?"
"Inspiration."
"For what?"
He lit up in a proud beam, leaping a few steps ahead of her and dramatically whirling around and striking a pose. "You see this kid right here, Satin?"
Dear God, the poor boy has gone insane.
She glanced over her shoulder momentarily, wondering if she could exchange stunned looks with anyone in the peripheral.
With nobody in sight, she turned back, quite surprised to realize the smile that painted her lips wasn't polite nor forced. It was genuine amusement. 
"I see him, Guy."
"Well, take a good look 'cause he's not gonna be like this forever! Some things are gonna change!"
Looking back on it, Satin would remember this as the very first time she began to associate glitter with the soon to become legendary Guy Diamond.
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I don't even know how the other anon came up with "Trinky" but it's adorable! May I prompt it?
here you go [X]
Trinky
Effie tried to be quiet as she sneaked backinto the penthouse. Her friend’s birthday party had gone on forever and it wascloser to dawn than she had thought. She didn’t want to accidentally wakeHaymitch up and deal with his grumpiness all day.
Of course, she should have known better.
She stopped tiptoeing around when she spottedthe two men trying to get their way across the corridor.
“Late night out?” she called out, folding herarms across her chest.
Chaff was supporting most of Haymitch’s weightbut he wasn’t steady on his feet either and, when they turned around, theywobbled left and right.
“Look what the cat dragged in!” Eleven’s victorlaughed. “Had fun, love?”
The look he gave her made her skin crawl andshe hastily adjusted the short sparkly silver dress she had on so it didn’tshow too much cleavage. She knew her make-up was a bit smudged and that herlight pink wig wasn’t as straight as it should have been, she hadn’t botheredcorrecting that because she had thought it was late enough that she would besafe from prying eyes.
She had spent most of the night dancing toforget about yet another loss for Twelve. She had drunk a little more than whatshe would usually allow herself too. In short, she wasn’t at her best. And shewas ready to bet Eleven’s victor was jumping to conclusions as to why shelooked so disheveled.
“Trinket!” Haymitch exclaimed joyfully beforeshe could politely tell Chaff to mind his own business. “Trinket, Trinkety, Trinky…”
Despite herself, she felt herself grin. “Someoneis in a good mood.”
Haymitch was wasted. There was no point beatingaround the bush about that. His eyes were glassy and he didn’t seem to be ableto stand straight. He had lost his tie somewhere and his shirt was halfunbuttoned, making her wonder what sort of shenanigans they had pulled that night.
“Someone got lucky.” Chaff chuckled, promptingHaymitch to start snickering too like it was the best joke.
If she had been a bit tipsy before, that newscertainly sobered her up. Not that she wantedto care. They had no rules, no agreement, nothing. They were free. That wasthe whole point of a no-string-attached affair. All the more so anot-acknowledged one. But…
“I do hope you two behaved.” she sighed withirritation. “Although you managed not to get arrested so there is always that.”She eyed Haymitch up and down, making an inventory of what she could see:hickeys on his neck and upper chest – had the woman chewed on him? – tangled hair as if someone had ran their hands init repeatedly, slightly swollen lips… She huffed. “Tell me you, at least, had the presence of mind not to do anything in front of a camera?”
She sodidn’t want to have to deal with romantic assumptions about her victor.Haymitch was usually discreet so it would hit the press fast and hard and itwould be a mess of dismissals and denials. The woman might want her fiveminutes of fame too, which would make it all the more complicated and it was far too early in the morning for her tohave to worry about that.
“Don’t be jealous, Trinky…” Haymitch slurred.“You’re prettier.”
“Why, thank you very much.” she scoffed.
“Yeah, don’t be jealous, Trinky.” Chaff taunted, still chuckling like an idiot. “I got luckytoo. Wanna hear about it?”
“Not really, no.” she countered firmly –because a drunk Chaff could getsharing and she really didn’t want to hear about his sexual exploits. “I willlive that particular damage control to yourescort. I am certain Viola will be more than happy to deal with it.”
“Trinky…” Haymitch insisted, clearly not happy withthe lack of attention.
“Is that my new pet name? I think I preferred sweetheart.” she commented.
He pushed himself away from Chaff, almostmaking Eleven’s victor fall in the process, and stumbled closer to her. Shetried to catch him before he could do something stupid, like trip and hurthimself, but she ended up with her back to the wall, pinned by his whole body.He propped his forearm above her head and, since he looked steady enough likethat, she let go of his waist.
“She said she wanted to blow me off in therestroom.” he informed her.
She couldn’t help but wince when his breathrolled over her face.
“I do hope she offered you a mint first.” shedeadpanned, immediately looking in her clutch for just that. She always had some on her for this very reason – forhim or for her after a smoke. “Open up.”
He obediently opened his mouth and let herplace the candy on his tongue. She tried to ignore Chaff’s chortlings at theirantics.
“You’re saying I smell bad.” Haymitch astutely deduced – and given howintoxicated he was, it must have been more complicated than it looked.
“You should go to bed.” she replied, glancingover his shoulder at Eleven’s victor. “Perhaps it would be best if you stayedon the couch, Chaff. Or in one of the empty rooms if you must. I am not sureyou should go back alone in your state.”
It was only an elevator ride but… She hadlearned not to take the possible damages a drunk man could do – to others andto himself – lightly.
“Yousmell good.” Haymitch mumbled, either not aware or not caring that they had anaudience. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck and she firmly placed her hands onhis chest to keep him at a reasonable distance.
“I’m good, love.” Chaff answered. He took onestep, swayed, and then made a face. “Okay, maybe I’m gonna take the couch.”
“Good choice.” she snorted, turning herattention back to her own victor. “As for you…”
“She had a green mouth.” he muttered as if hehadn’t been interrupted. “Didn’t want that around my dick…”
“Alright.” she hastily cut him off. “First, language. Second, I really do not needto hear every detail of your one-night-stand.”
“Oh, he didn’t score…” Chaff mocked while hemade his slow stumbling way to the living-room. He didn’t even turn back tolook at her.
“She had a green mouth.” he repeated again,running his fingers on her collarbone. She tossed a quick look at Chaff’sretreating back but he disappeared around the corner without a glance. “Yourskin’s so soft…”
“And wasn’t herskin soft?” she hissed, making an effort to keep her annoyance under check.
His grey eyes bore into hers and, drunk or not,she thought he had figured it out.
“She didn’t kiss good.” he said. “Not likeyou.”
She reached out and brushed her fingertipagainst one of the teeth marks on his neck. “You certainly let her kiss you alot of times for someone who did not kiss that well.”
“I wanted to for a while.” he admitted. “Then…”
“Then, what?” she sighed, gently but firmlysteering him in the direction of his bedroom.
“Then I wanted you.” he said and she faltered.
He could say the sweetest things sometimes –usually when he was wasted out of his mind and wouldn’t remember them thefollowing morning.
“So you did notlet her give you a blow job?” she clarified, nudging the bedroom door shut withher foot behind them. With Chaff in the penthouse, she didn’t want anyconversation to be accidentally overheard.
She made a face at the state his bedroom was inbut still helped him to sit on the bed. He immediately flopped down on hisback, his eyes on her the whole time.
“Nah.” he shook his head. His lips stretchedinto a smirk and his voice took a whiny tone. “Trinky…”
“Enough with that ridiculous name.” she shushedhim, crouching to take off his shoes.
He mulled that over for a few seconds. “Effie.”
“Better.” she humored him, placing a knee onthe bed to finish unbuttoning his shirt. His hand immediately coiled around theback of her thigh. He didn’t do anything really, he just held on to her, his thumbdrawing distracting circles on her skin. “Haymitch.” she warned.
“You’re gonna suck me off?” he asked.
She almost burst out laughing. Trust men tonever lose sight of their goal when it was about sex.
“No.” she replied, moving to his belt. She unbuckledit quickly and unzipped his pants, unable notto notice that he wasn’t indifferent to what was going on. She pretended shedidn’t realize.
He was pouting when she tugged his pants offhim. “Why?”
“Because you are wasted, Haymitch.” sheanswered.
“I don’t mind.” he immediately protested,taking the hand she outstretched to help him up to a sitting position.
“I do.” she shrugged, slipping his shirt off.“Now, get some sleep. I have a feeling you will have a difficult morning.” Sheshould have expected it but she didn’t see it coming. He grabbed her around thewaist and pulled her down with him and she shrieked in surprise. “Haymitch!”She tried to make him loosen his grip but he wouldn’t let her go. He wasn’ttrying to start anything though, so, after a few seconds, she stoppedstruggling and pursed her lips, cushioning her head on her bent arm. Theystared at each other for a while, lying on their sides. He had that soft smirkon his lips… “You are a ridiculous man.” she declared, as much for his benefitsas for hers.
“Tell me a story.” he demanded.
His breath was a mix of whiskey, scotch andmint. Not quite pleasant.
“Should I make it a fairy tale and tuck you inwhen I am done?” she mocked.
“Sassy.” he accused.
“Perhaps.” she granted, eyes twinkling inamusement.
“Tell me something about you.” he insisted.
That wasn’t an usual request and she ponderedit for a moment. What she wanted to share and what she wanted to keep. How muchof her persona she wanted to drop. How dangerous it would be to let him seebehind the mask.
She settled for something safe in the end.Something inconsequential.
“My mother has this favorite wig… A lucky charmof sort. She wears it at every big event she throws.” she explained. “Once, Iput some itching powder in it after she made a very distasteful comment on myfigure. She spent the whole party trying not to be too obvious when shescratched her head.”
He chuckled a lot more than the anecdotewarranted but she figured alcohol must have made the story funnier.
“Did she find out?” he asked.
“I am still alive, am I not?” she grinned.“That should answer your question.”
“How old were you?” he snorted.
“Well, it was two weeks ago. I will leave themath to you.” she deflected. Her nephew was still trying to figure out what hadhappened to his itching powder, poor child.
He laughed so hard that tears gathered in hiseyes.
“You’re crazy.” he said when he calmed down.
“You are drunk.” she retorted with a huff.
He watched her for a minute and then leaned into press his forehead against hers. “Wait ‘till I’m asleep, yeah?”
She ran her fingers through his hair,distractedly trying to untangle it, not understanding how it must feel to be soafraid to go to sleep. She knew he dreaded the nightmares. How could she not whenshe was woken up by his screams every few nights, even a corridor away?
“Of course.” she whispered.
“You’re the best, Trinky.” he mumbled,tightening his grip on her waist as if she was nothing more than a giant teddybear.
“Try to remember that when you are awake, wouldyou?” she teased without any heat.
He would have forgotten the next day but… itdidn’t matter.
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