Just ||Pafp, BxB|| Fall For Me Already

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    Just Fall For Me Already —



    Introduction

    I watched as the love of my life married some stupid woman. Although, it felt like I was being stabbed in the heart with a chainsaw. I watched sniveling mothers and teary-eyed family members but the only emotion I felt was anger. He knew how I had felt about him, and he had the nerve to invite me to his damn wedding! An ugly bride, dawned with white veil that masked her features. Heavily caked on makeup, eyelashes suffocated with ten layers of false lashes. I had never seen such a sorry sight. Although, maybe I was a bit biased. In reality, she was probably a very beautiful woman, petite and fragile, but all I could see in her was everything ugly. Why did she have to be the one? Why did I have to be reduced to such a jealous person simply because of her? The groom, still as handsome and alluring as ever, was grinning like an idiot. I don't think I can take much more of this. I'm only here to support him, he's the one who invited me. I have to stay, for him, otherwise we won't be friends.




    And then it struck me. What the hell did I care if we were friends or not? He broke my heart and then stomped on it without even caring or even taking the time to notice how I felt. Before I could stop myself, I stood up right in the middle of the bride saying "I do," in that god awful squeaky voice of hers, and walked out. I knew it was a bad Idea, but I still did it. As I was walking out, I felt a rush of confidence, but when I got to my usual bar, I broke down crying, while chugging a terrible tasting beer. It tasted worse than I felt. A few drinks in, I stopped crying, I don't know how many I had downed so far, but It was most likely an absurd amount. Once I was good and drunk, I noticed a guy that was usually there, he was quite cute, but I hadn't even thought about nailing him before, since I had my other straight crush. I practically fell out of the chair and stumbled over to the table he was at. He was with another person, but they had gone to the bathroom, so I sat down in a seat adjacent to him. "Whaaaat's up, I'm totally drunk and tooootally drunk." I paused for a moment, and then lazily gestured with my hand. "I meant I'm drunk and thoroughly depressed."



    summary

    Mitch O'Reily was a simple, normal, average dude. Well, a gay simple, normal, average dude. He made the mistake of falling for a straight man and as usual, that man wedded a woman without even knowing Mitch's feelings. To add insult to injury, the girl whom he fell in love with turned out to be Mitch's sister. Everything was a mess, and nothing was going right. Instead of acting like a mature adult at his crush's wedding, he walks out early, not really caring about the hate that would develop between the once best friends. A bold character like Mitch wouldn't let himself dwell on the matter, but the feelings of hurt still linger. Luckily, he finds someone else to fawn over quickly (your character), too bad that the relationship was once again plagued by the fact that Mitch fell for ANOTHER straight man. Since the two go to the same bar, they see each other occasionally. The heated stares and sidelong glances coming from Mitch aren't recognized, so finally he works up the courage to approach the other male.


    rules

    1. Don't Kiss and Diss
    2. Try to be semi-active
    3. Semi advanced/Advanced (2-3 Paragraphs)
    4. NO one liners (Sorry, I understand low muse, but not one liners)
    5. Try to have good grammar (We all mess up sometimes)
    6. Some kind of form, I'll be posting mine later because I'm lazy


    So this is bxb, but in the prompt my character is straight, is that Mitch's perception and my character is actually bi/gay? Sorry, I wanted to clarify so I can create a good character.



    (c)trexgirl

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    "GABRIEL BENNETT"



    GENERAL


    — name

    Gabriel Jacob Bennett

    — gender

    Male

    — age

    22

    — height

    5' 8"

    — weight

    141 lbs

    — sexuality

    Bisexual

    — faceclaim

    Nick Robinson




    PERSONALITY


    — overview

    Gabriel is a dependable friend, he always stands by the people he cares about in their times of struggle. He has a hard time separating his emotions from others, and often takes on their loads with them. Gabriel likes being in the center of attention, despite his extroverted ways, he's quite oblivious to social cues and he knows it. He has a logical and typically strategic mindset, and he's always calculating how an interaction is going, to help him make up for his issue with cues.

    — likes

    +Straight forward people

    +Warm chocolate chip cookies

    +Rainy days

    — dislikes

    +Messy places

    +Riddles

    +The feeling that happens when he accidently scratches his fingernails on things



    LYRICS && MISCELLANEOUS


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    The day had been mostly normal for Gabriel. He was an aspiring teacher, a job he never though he would want when he was in high school, yet here he was. He had the opportunity of going in a science classroom in an elementary school that day and had assisted a teacher. Since he was graduating at the end of the school year, he had most of the basics down and had fit right in. The teacher he had been assigned too had seemed fairly impressed with him, and had even said he would be willing to put in a good word for him to the school administration. It had all been going so well, until lunch hit, and then the rowdy class had come in.


    Gabriel shuddered, taking down another shot of the alcohol. He didn't even want to think about those sugar hyped kids. "Oh god," He moaned audibly, the alcohol removing any blocks he usually had in his mind to stop him from thinking out loud. His friend, Lucy, snicked at his pain, "It's wasn't that bad, honest. You're overthinking it. I'll be right back." She tried her best to comfort him, but nature called so she left. Gabriel nodded watching her walk away, going back to wallowing when he was shocked into nearly jumping out of skin when another man sat down at the table.


    Gabriel recognized the man, he had seen him at the bar before when he was here as a college students partying with his friends and forgetting about deadlines and tests. The other male looked a bit different though, his voice sounded hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot and swollen. At his proclamation Gabriel stifled a laugh, " You and me both, rough day huh?" He asked smiling at the man, the alcohol in his blood making him forget all about any potentials of stranger danger, "I'm Gabriel, you?" The introduction came out a little slurred, but still intelligible.



    (c)trexgirl

    Im so sorry it took so longggg!

    Give me a bit and ill post the response!

    —— ❝ C'est La Vie ❞ ——


    He was quite cute, even more so up close. I hadn't really dreamed of actually getting a response out of him, but we were both drunk and prone to being talkative, so it was to be expected. I chuckled at his slurred speech, adorable, but maybe it was just my imagination. I probably wasn't more better with the slurs. Much better. I'm drunk, not illiterate. "You think you had a terrible day?" I challenged, slamming my beer stein on to the table so loudly that people turned their heads. "Try going to a wedding," I paused, drumming my fingers on the table. Dramatic effect! Aaaaaaaaaannnnddd... "A wedding between your crush for a couple a' years and your sibling! How fuckin' fucked is that?" I took a swig, wincing at the terrible taste. I hate beer, what the hell am I doing? I hate getting drunk, what am I even doing? "But anyway," I took another, smaller sip, deciding to nurse my drink instead of chugging it. "What's up with yoooour day?" I ask, accenting the your for no reason whatsoever.




    It took me a moment to register that there was a person walking towards us. When I realized that I was placed in her spot, I automatically stood up, swaying a bit from standing so quickly, and probably from being drunk. I gave her a weak smile, then looked back to whatever-his-name-is. I really should ask people's names before interrupting their date. I really probably shouldn't interrupt their date in the first place. "Soorry, didn't realize your girlfriend was with you, random guy." I picked up my beer and rolled my eyes as I took another large gulp. God, it tastes terrible, why do I keep making that mistake? My clouded judgement caused me to give whats-his-name finger guns. Cringey much? Jesus, Grant, you're too old for this. I rolled my eyes again, I keep chatting up straight guys and then I get discouraged when I remember they're in to women. What's so great about them? Boobs? Hair? Probably because they make guys feel more masculine. But hell, I can do that. Compliment a guy's muscles, BAM, he feels masculine now.




    Why am I going off onto a tangent, I was courting a straight guy a few seconds ago. "Talk to you probably never again," I said, and waved before turning around and returning to my place at the bar. I ordered some kind of wine, probably Rosé, but what the hell did I know about wine? It was pink, so it was close enough.



    "Resurgam."

    Gabriel startled at the beer being slammed on the table, and immediately burst out laughing at himself. He quieted quickly, leaning forward as Cale talked. He could feel his heart rate pick up as the man took a long pause, "Yes?" he prompted, waving with his hand, as if that action would drag the words out of the man. He gasped, "Nooo," the response came out more dragged out then he had intended. "That sucks man, I couldn't imagine, but I don't know if you've won the award for suckiest day just yet."


    Gabriel took a deep breath as he sat back in his chair, collecting his thoughts to the best of his ability. "I work with kids, I'm a teacher, or at least I'm trying to be." The man closed his eyes, as if the memory pained him, "It all started out so well too. The kids were hyped up on whatever the cafeteria fed them, I'm not sure whatever it was actually qualifies as food. I misspoke, I said orgasm instead of organism," Gabriel groaned, "It was absolute chaos, the kids laughed for a solid thirty minutes."


    It was only when he saw movement from the corner of his eye that Gabriel noticed Lucy coming back. He waved, but his eyes screamed a threat to let him converse with the stranger. He was enjoying talking to this man, who ever he was. Lucy hesitated, slowing as she neared the table. She drew a line between the two subtle wording a question. Before he could shoo Lucy away, the man stood up and departed towards the bar.


    "Oh look what you've done. I was having a great time ranting to him." Gabriel pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Lucy sat, "Who even was that guy?" she asked, turning to look at Cale at the bar. "I don't know, awww Luce you interrupted us before I could even get his name." Gabriel certainly was the epitome of an emotional drunk. "Why don't you go ask him then? It's not like he's left, he's literally sitting ten feet away at the bar." Lucy suggested, rolling her eyes at her friend drunken melodrama.


    Gabriel nodded and pushed himself up from his chair, probably a little too hard seeing as the chair flew backwards. He paid no mind though and walked over to the bar, hopping onto the stool next to the mystery man. "You left before introducing yourself, I'm Gabriel." He introduced. "Also Lucy isn't my girlfriend, that would be weird, I've known her for forever, Lucy is just Luce."He continued, stating the fact as if it were the most obvious thing.

    —— ❝ C'est La Vie ❞ ——

    I shook my head at the thought of flubbing up words in front of a bunch of children. God, I hate children. Although, I probably would've laughed too, even at my age. I let the glass shift in my hand, the transluscent pink liquid spakling under the dim lights of the bar. I had never been in a bar as calm as this. Usually there were loud people, groups of stupid college kids, drunkards, and prostitutes, but there weren't any people even remotely like that at this bar. Which, was nice, don't get me wrong, just odd. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice again, and just barely managed to stay on the chair.


    "Well you're rather bold, aren't you, Gabe," I noted, scanning him now that I could see his whole figure. Wipe that smirk off your face Grant, he doesn't have a girlfriend, that doesn't mean he's not straight. I blinked, my intoxicated brain having to do a double take of what he had just said. "Lucy is loose? I know you didn't mean it like that, but, kid, you've gotta stop giving people the wrong idea," I chuckled, waving at the bar tender. He turned around and smiled. "Can you give us the shot sampler thing?" I asked, and he simply nodded with his best customer-service smile. I leaned over the bar to whisper something in his ear and he nodded. Que dramatic music and diabolical cackle. I grinned at Gabriel. "You're taking half, since you're not drunk enough. My name's Cale, Grant, whatever, I like Grant better, since I'd rather not have the same name as a vegetable."


    "By the way, kid's laughing at you is waaaaay better than my day, not that I'm trying to compete or anything, even though if I did, I'd win," I informed him. The young bar tender slid what looked like about four little shot glasses, each of them with a differing hue. They were crudely labeled, a small slip of paper placed in front of each glass. "My sister got married to the love of my life, and you claim that saying 'orgasm' is worse. Anyway, let's go, pretty boy," I picked up the three toned one called B-52. The second one was the Jägerbomb, the third was called and Irish Car Bomb, and the last (but certainly not least,) was the 'Orgasm'. "Pick oneeee," I murmured with a smile.


    "Resurgam."

    It took a moment to register in Gabriel's mind what Grant was insinuating could be heard. His entire face flush red and he covered his face with his hands, "This is twice today, I'm on a roll." He muttered. At this point Gabe was tempted to just go home and fall asleep, wipe the slate clean and start again tomorrow. The experience wasn't anything more than embarrassing, but Gabriel cursed himself and his mouth all the same.


    His attention was drawn to the request for shots. Gabe's eyes shifted in between the bar tender and Grant, trying to figure out what was being whispered, he was thwarted by the music playing through the speakers. His curiosity was piqued though. "Oh good, I agree, I need to be drunk enough that I can't say anything, that will stop my problem," Gabe said, rubbing his hands together as he watched the drinks near the pair.


    "Fair enough, I can't imagine that. Enough about the person who is obviously with the wrong sibling. You and I? We're not leaving until you can't remember them. Tonight we're gonna have fun." Gabe cheered, throwing an arm above his head. Gabriel didn't need to be told twice, he picked up the last shot, "To shitty days," he tilted his head back, and the alcohol slid down his throat. He slammed the glass down, "Your turn babe," A coy smile twisting Gabe's lips as he threw out the pet name with ease, a late response to the pretty boy comment.