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[sclfish]

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[sclfish]

honestly i think i make more posts saying i'm taking a hiatus than i do actual replies on here rip but i am once again taking a hiatus lmao i was waiting for a bit to see if my mood would bounce back but it hasn't, so just putting it officially out there ig, just for anyone waiting for replies from me i'm thinking about maybe coming back and putting the majority of my muses on request and just focusing the couple i have the most muse for or something, we'll see, but i think taking a little time off and shaking off the burnt out is needed first, take care guys <3

[thefvrious]

elisha knew a thing or two about over-thinking. he and wilder could probably do well to know one another, knock each other out of their heads every now and again. the thought bounced around like a pinball in eli’s head as he watched wilder, wondering what it would be like to know him. he smiled a little to himself. “no one’s ever given me a free cupcake before, so, i guess, in a way, you’re right… i do say this to all the guys who give me free cupcakes.” he laughed lightly, shaking his head, his curls bouncing back into place.

elisha nodded his head, then. he did know how it was. working at a grocery store wasn’t all that, either, and small businesses were suffering everywhere due to inflation. “do you think it’s a waste, or do you enjoy doing it? do you sell many frankencakes? is this your business…?” he paused, looking around then back at wilder with a wide, blushy smile. “sorry, that was entirely too many questions in rapid fire, you probably don’t want to answer those.” eli grinned when their cupcakes met, the icing smooshing and mixing slightly. “oh, shit… that’s… exciting?” he asked, taking a giant bite of the cupcake and moaning his pleasure as he chewed. after swallowing, he spoke again. “do you intend on doing this the rest of your life? is baking your passion?”

[sclfish]

"really? never?" he's not sure why that's surprising to him, but it is, oddly enough -- or why he feels almost flattered by the fact that this is some new experience for elisha. he's the one giving the guy a free dessert, and, yet, his chest feels warm like he's the one getting a special treat. god, he really needed to get out from behind this counter more.

making note of the questions, and trying to keep up with them, wilder sets his cupcake back down, quiet for moment as elisha speaks - happy to do so. he's already been far more talkative than normal, in this conversation, and the break to take a second and just listen is appreciated, even if it's short-lived. "uh... no, i don't sell them. i think it might turn people away, it's more of a hobby- i don't think our usual clientele is ready for anything that out there, you know? people are pretty... traditional around here." he's pleased to see that elisha seems to enjoy the treat - his own left abandoned and uneaten in front of him, though the question makes him shrug. "i don't know. maybe. i'm not really much of... a planner, i guess. i think the world's too unpredictable for that kind of thing."

[tangledinthetide]

If she hadn't been in such a hurry to get out of there before too many people managed to catch the act on film, Ayla would have lingered to laugh and bask in the idiocy of it all. Seeing Gavin fall to the ground like a buffoon was probably the highlight of the year for her, but she was more concerned about what might show up in the media and tabloids the following morning, and already preparing for the lectures her parents would be lashing her with. At least Harley didn't have to get his hands dirty. Ayla knew he was willing and that it was his job, but she would have felt guilty regardless.

The click of the car doors locking brought her peace of mind as she sunk into the passenger seat, Harley's request taking her by surprise. "It's fine," she insisted, though placed her wrist in his grasp tentatively, ignoring the light bruise that was already starting to form. She didn't want him to think she was weak. He'd already seen her tear up earlier in the evening. "I'm sorry for sneaking out," she spoke softly, her voice defeated. "I guess it's better for everyone if I just become a hermit or something. But really, my wrist is fine. Doesn't even hurt," she lied. "You don't have to pretend to care."

[sclfish]

"i'm not pretending anything. making sure you don't get hurt is my job." a job that he'd failed at tonight, something he definitely wasn't happy about. her wrist seemed like it'd heal just fine, relatively soon, maybe just a bit sore for a couple days, but the fact that she'd gotten injured at all while under his watch - and at the hands of someone else, no less - caused a guilt he'd carry with him for far longer than her injury would last. once he's done examining ayla's wrist, he lets go, maybe a bit more gently than necessary - not about to risk hurting her any more than he has already. "if it's still in pain tomorrow, get it checked out." ayla living as a hermit would make things a lot easier on his end, but this wasn't exactly how he'd wanted her to learn her lesson of not listening to him, and, despite the desire to, this time he doesn't say, 'i told you so'. the pain in her wrist was enough, surely, especially when paired with the whole ex debacle, and he doesn't need to kick her while she's down. "...you want some ice cream? a mcflurry?" maybe it's a bad idea to reward her for trying to sneak out tonight, but the universe had managed to teach her a lesson for it that was harsher than he would have, so he figured they were about even. for now, at least. "there's a twenty-four hour mcdonalds on the way back."

[tangledinthetide]

Stunned was probably the most fitting word for what Finn felt when Jesse agreed to come. It had been an olive branch, but one he hadn't expected him to take. "Uh, there's no dress code just... whatever you feel comfortable in. I'm just going with jeans and a hoodie, or a flannel." Shocker. "But it's not like black tie or anything. If you wear a tux I'm definitely pretending I don't know you." There was the smallest, most subtle tease that quirked at his lips. "Honestly I'd be surprised if there wasn't. You're gonna go and steal the spotlight, aren't you?"

[sclfish]

"...got it." honestly, the implication that finn won't pretend not to know him if he wears the right outfit comes as a surprise to jesse, and, even more so, the fact that his brain instinctively goes through looks that'd be fitting, rather than just choosing the option of wearing a tux to get finn to leave him alone for a night. was it possible that, subconsciously, he wanted finn to claim prior knowledge of his existence? no, of course not. couldn't be. he just didn't want to look foolish and out of place. that had to be it.

"i don't steal anything, the spotlight comes to me naturally. it's not my fault. would you say the same thing about ocean waves crashing along a shore, or... a stream that meets a boulder, halfway through the wood?" where had he been going with this, again? there had a metaphor in there somewhere, but the words of stephen schwartz had somehow gotten mixed in along the way - as they frequently did, and, well, his point had been lost. oh, well. not important. "if you're intimidated by my star power, you can just say that, finn. you wouldn't be the first, and you most certainly will not be the last."

[inkshadow]

cecilia can only scowl at that, though she supposes that food is food and she knows better than to bite the hand that feeds her (even if this was spurred on because he took her food). she'll just have to grab something on her own at the store if she's still hungry. "you guess?" she echoes, practically gawking at him now that the song is climbing in both melody and lyrics. "it's hozier! never... heard of him? have you been living under a rock?"

[sclfish]

"yeah, i guess." lux repeats, if for no other reason than to continue bothering cecilia. the music is good, maybe a little better than good, even, and, if it were anyone else sitting beside him, maybe he'd actually admit that, but he's having too much fun ruffling her feathers. "sorry i don't pay attention to every musician ever. most of the shit i listen to doesn't have words."

[dxmnedderelict]

Tyler's smile was lit through the cracks and splinters of every time he glued himself back together as a child. Its craftsmanship was amateurish and had holes matching that of his heart where he'd not been able to pick up shattered pieces. Slowly, light had begun to shine through the vacant void of his heart, and by no coincidence had the fire sparked after meeting Kai.

He'd been so scared to show anyone, expecting the worst from how embarrassingly tight he clung to the past. Only the good... or at least he tried, keeping them all as a keepsake for what he wished life could have been. Tyler blinked away the gloss of emotion threatening his composure, "That was smooth, bro." A fluttering glance rose with a rouging of his cheeks, scooting closer as he pushed the box aside. His shoulder leans into Kai, resting his head upon him. "This may be the happiest memory I have in this room. Remind me before we go to take this box home. If my parents ever were to renovate, I would hate to get the call after they've found this..." Tyler laughs, though he's not sure if he'd even care anymore. After someone yells so much, their voice begins to fade into dissonance.

"Did you tell your parents things growing up?"

[sclfish]

"thanks, pal." kai teases, fingers tangling in tyler's hair when he comes in closer, massaging his scalp in hopes of making some of the strain on it that's come with this day disappear. it's nice, seeing tyler able to feel some happiness despite the stress of everything, but knowing that this moment, but it still saddens him to think of all the times he wasn't here to comfort his boyfriend, in moments he might have needed it even more than now. "we can sneak it out under my coat." a ridiculous promise, considering the size of the box compared to him - he could probably fit in the thing himself, if he folded up right - but he'd find some solution before they'd left, he'd make sure of it.

"i don't think the gay thing was really a surprise, considering..." kai waves his hand over himself, showing what he means - not exactly the appearance of someone people would assume to be straight. honestly, he'd be pretty surprised if tyler's parents had actually bought it, but, then again, sometimes people were a bit more willing to accept something when they were desperate for it to be true. "but i never really came out, other than, one day i brought home a boyfriend for the first time, and that was about it. not some big discussion or anything."

really, though, kai had never been one for big, dramatic moments. he enjoyed cheering his friends on in their spotlights, but had never had much of a desire to be in one himself. "we're close, though... i think. relatively. a little hard to be, when they're all the way back in the u.k., but... we keep in touch." there was definitely a different energy there than tyler had with his family, that was for sure. something warm, cozy, inviting. "they've definitely heard a lot about you, i can say that for certain."

[ungratcful]

"SHOULD I BE?" CAIRO'S FACE stayed neutral as she stared back at the other woman, deadpan. great. another new girl she'd have to babysit, exactly what cairo needed. cairo was acting from practically her birth, so even though she was young she still knew every inch of the acting game. "look, you made it through the auditions. that's great. but this ain't an audition anymore, this is the big leagues. so make sure you can keep up." she warned, tone cold and flat.

[sclfish]

oof. okay, so... maybe the energy she'd been given that day had not been a fluke, but was closer to cairo's default. but... that was okay. it wasn't going to ruin her big day, and, eventually, cairo would warm up to her, and the besties thing could still totally happen. ...right? "i won't let you down." fifi's smile turns a little stiffer than before, but she keeps it plastered on her face, not wanting to show any signs of weakness. she might have misread things before, but they're a clearer now, and she's going to do everything in her power to not give her costar any reasons to dislike her -- as long as she can help it. "i promise."

[willowswriting]

          Every bakery was closed at this point in the night. It's why when Louis eyes landed on that OPEN sign he nearly got down on his knees and thanked whatever being up in that sky was looking down on him because fuck had he messed up. He had been in charge of grabbing the cake for his nieces sixth birthday and had slept the day away, having had a particularly bad night last night. Had it been a cake for anyone else he would've told them to get bent but for Birdie he would smash the windows of the next cake shop he saw if it meant not seeing an ounce of disappointment on that little face.

          His gut dropped when he heard the words the man behind the counter spoke "Come on man I'll pay you an after hour fee if needed." he spoke "I just need a cake by tomorrow morning or I'll never live it down."

[sclfish]

the familiar voice takes him by surprise, though, really, maybe it shouldn't have. of course louis would be the kind of guy to come in at the last minute. it's almost laughable, really, and would be, if it didn't mean he had to deal with him. "you do know that surprise parties are meant to be a surprise for the guest of honor, right? not the people throwing them." wilder had no idea what louis' reasoning for the last minute cake was, but he had to assume it had something to do with poor planning. the after hours fee, however... well, that got his attention.

"the after hours fee is the cost of the cake plus half. consider it the... whatever the opposite of a friends and family discount is." this level of snarkiness usually only came out of wilder's mouth at his most drained, and today seemed to be just the ticket. it had been a long one, never-ending, and now, here this guy was, only making it longer. a perfect storm. "are you sure it's worth it?"

[hartofxmatter]

there's the smile about to steal the heart of millions. and he doesn't even know it. sofia shook her head, both as his answer and because in awe that he simply can't see what he has. "there is nothing in your teeth jamie." a statement she says for both of their benefits. she can't imagine what would happen if he actually did have something stuck in his pearly white teeth. with his eyes closed, she places a gentile hand on his arm, her voice getting soft. "no matter what happens, i am here for you. i am completely and always on your side. remember that. if you get stuck anytime during filming, you can look at me and we'll figure it out." maybe some of it was out of the bounds of her duty but above all keeping him together was what she wanted. sofia grinned, nodding, "jamie, they're super excited. really beautiful too." she teased. "like i said, on your side. unless it's something i really can't."

[sclfish]

well, that was something. didn't exactly solve all his problems, but at least it was one less potential embarrassment on the list. just... an infinite amount left, that was all. "you say that now, but what happens when i say something stupid and all the viewers turn against me? you really want to put a target on your back by association?" it's a joke - mostly - though the smile that doesn't totally reach his eyes reveals it's an actual fear, one he's struggling to shake. not that she was wrong, though, really. looking at her had helped so far, more than once, a friendly face that managed to do wonders when it came to calming down in the chaos around them. paired with her words of reassurance, he finds himself soon starting to relax, letting out a deep breath, and a firm nod. "right, yeah, totally. we can do this. gonna kill it, and it's going to be the best season yet."

[totalhcnesty]

"...the slice of cake is definitely a gift." julius shrugged his shoulders, motioning to the slice of cake currently on the plate. it made him feel better, but just a little bit. why? his earlier statement still stood: he wouldn't be able to fix his mistake until after december 25th, and there was no specific date set on when he'd see wilder afterwards. julius had crushed his own hope of getting wilder's present to him on time. it's a shitty feeling knowing that a mistake cost him and that mistake was his own but, then again, as a football player, he did take small stuff like this hard sometimes. "well," he sighed. "your present is coming, but it'll be after christmas. i hope that's alright." he picked up the fork again. "damn it..."

[sclfish]

"i mean, maybe, but it's not like i made it special for you or anything, so i don't think it totally counts. but, uh... once i get that apron, i'll put it on, and make a dessert of your choice, okay? something actually meant for you." after a brief moment of hesitation, wilder reaches over, giving julius' shoulder a small, hopefully comforting squeeze. "go easy on yourself. i can wait. just gives me more time to perfect the recipe - so, when you think about it, this just works out better. your intuition just knew more than you did."

[lipstcklover]

it had been a rather grueling day already, and the late night shoots had never been giselle's forte, so tonight was no different. she'd been waiting impatiently in her mark for the cameras to start rolling, but then xiomara was filling her in on the delay, and she would have been more upset had it been someone else delivering the bad news. "can't they just call it a night and let us resume filming tomorrow?" she groaned, though she spun around anyone so they could get to her mic pack. "cinnamon rolls do sound good though, so would you want to join me? i could use a break from these contestants."

[sclfish]

"listen, if it was my call, i'd totally make that happen, but..." xio feels giselle's pain, but, tragically, there's not too much they can do besides shrug and sympathize. except, of course, take her up on the cinnamon roll offer. "now, that, i can do for you." the mic pack is removed and carefully placed alongside a collection of others retrieved from other contestants roaming around set, and xio's quick to smooth out the wrinkles on the back of giselle's dress that had been left behind. "they might be kind of cold by now, want me to heat 'em up?"

[lvciddreamt]

“don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” the question posed as if bonnie isn’t more than capable of dramatics herself. “it’s almost as if you thrive off of this sort of thing.” projection. big-time projection. “i wonder if i should just let you deal with this by yourself.”

[sclfish]

"or, hear me out - maybe you're not being dramatic enough." it was incredible, really, the way that, even in a time of crisis, the two of them immediately resorted to bickering. honestly, it was almost oddly calming, the familiarity of it -- or it could be, if bonnie wasn't driving her up the fucking wall right now. "'thrive'? does it look like i'm thriving right now?" the temptation to agree with bonnie and tell her to just go was certainly there, but, as much as she hated it, spencer hadn't been lying before when she'd said she needed her.

[hartofxmatter]

it's exactly this worry that made the producers choose him, and only confirms to sofia that they chose a great option. "hm show me your teeth then?" she looked up from her clipboard, a slow scan of his body, making sure nothing else was out of place before he could spiral. she sent him a soft smile, "you look great, jamie. i swear. don't worry about it. they're all going to fall in love with you and there is nothing for you to worry about. just... just take a deep breath, close your eyes if you need to."

[sclfish]

jamie obeys, giving sofia a big, bright smile - the same one used in all the promotional images he'd posed for a couple weeks back. her approval manages to him some relief to his ever-increasing nerves, and with a small, shaky nod, he rolls his shoulders back, doing his best to internally hype himself up a little bit. "right, right, thanks." another sip from the nearly empty water bottle in his hand - he's definitely going to have to make one last stop at the restroom before they officially begin - and he tries his best to follow her advice, letting his eyes close for a few seconds. "have you seen any of them, yet? do they look excited? ...you're probably not allowed to tell me that."

[sclfish]

OPEN TO: @ungratcful BASED ON: plot in source

today was huge, terrifying in more ways than one, and fifi just had to hope the nerves going crazy in her stomach didn't show on her face. first day on set, a lead role-... and a costar who she was pretty sure couldn't be any less interested in her, at least, based on the brief interactions they'd had together during the audition process. but, today, she was going to change that. after all, they'd managed to have enough chemistry together to both get cast, right? that had to mean something. and- besides, maybe now that they were coworkers, on the same level - kind of - it'd help things feel a little less like she was only getting in the other woman's way. hopefully. possibly. hell, maybe she'd just read things completely wrong before, and they'd be besties by the end of the day. after all, it was hardly fair to judge cairo just based off some tabloids, no, she needed to get to know her for real, and form her own conclusions based on reality, not just what other people told her to think about this person. they could start fresh, clean slate, and, surely, it would all just...miraculously work on perfectly. a girl could dream. "cairo, hey! first day, are you excited?"

[sclfish]

hellooo just fyi i'm going to be gone from this saturday until the end of the month! (i'm going to try and hopefully get my drafts cleared before then, but i know i have a busy few days ahead of me, so, if not, i'll get to them when i return!)

[sclfish]

desperately need somewhere to write a siren j.ack w.olfe muse i fear