frostbite

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍  /  welcome aboard, vivian yu, student #34. we are excited to set sail with you !  has anyone told you that you look like park sooyoung? according to our records, you hail from las vegas nevada, usa, prefer she/they, are demigirl, and are here to study communications. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your money — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were  + bright, + cunning, but also - manipulative. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the high sea grill. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed your grandfather’s military pocketknife. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi it’s nia <3 this is my second muse vivian and i apologize soooo much in advance. lmao. their bio and info is below the cut. please like and im me to plot i am so so excited to bring u this angst bitch

         the  night  was  young  but  she  felt  anything  but  and  in  her  tight  little  black  and  rose  dotted  dress,  she  had  the  time  of  her  life  dancing  with  any  man  or  woman  that  came  her  way.  there  was  a  reason  that  she  liked  to  go  out  alone…  she  was  able  to  cut  loose  and  forget  about  the  world  knowing  nobody  was  waiting  up  or  trying  to  hold  her  back.  the  air  is  thick,  the  room  is  dark  and  her  lips  taste  like  vodka  when  she  hears  a  person,  she  instantly  recognises  the  voice  -  how  could  one  forget  their  mortal  enemy  ?  the  words  spewing  instantly  recognisable,  that  tone  not  found  anywhere  else  on  gods  green  earth  than  from  those  beautiful  yet  venomous  lips.  

normally  she  was  quite  the  antagonist  but  with  alcohol  flowing  through  her  veins  she  butted  a  person  out  the  way,  eyes  narrowed  in  utter  disbelief,  "  as  if  i  would  be  stalking  you  of  all  people,  vivian,  "  she  says,  the  thoughts  of  her  dare  long  forgotten  with  the  blur  of  alcohol  running  through  her  veins  that  had  her  wondering  whether  her  sister  azra  had  a  runner  up  for  the  biggest  bitch  she’d  spoken  to  that  day.  after  some  badly  received  news  from  her  mother  blackmailing  her  to  return  home  or  else,  she  squints  before  she  speaks  next,  "  i  know  you  think  the  world  revolves  around  you  but  this  is  a  night  club.  i’m  surprised  your  big  head  fits  through  the  door,  "  she  isn’t  shying  away,  no  wilting  flower  afraid  of  stepping  up.

vivian had hoped that she’d been mistaken in her drunken fit and that the person standing before her wasn’t cecilya, but in fact a hot brunette she could hit on. but no -- of course it was cecilya. of course it was the very last person she wanted to see on such a treacherous and exhausting day.  “who else would you be stalking, weirdo ? ”  vivian asked, not waiting for an answer,  “you’re fucking obsessed with me.”  she rolled her eyes in dramatic fashion and turned back to face the bar, attempting to drink her tequila soda in relative peace. if she willed cecilya away hard enough with her mind, maybe the pest would leave. the fact that this irritating nuisance of a human being was invading a place that vivian held so dear to her heart - a place she could normally blend in with a hot outfit and fake name, no stress of school or family or anyone else - pissed vivi off immensely.

cecilya didn’t disappear. instead, she stood there berating vivian like the menace she was. at her words, vivian whipped around, drink in hand.  “yeah, this is a nightclub, but they usually have standards,”  she insulted, implying that cecilya wasn’t attractive enough enter the club, which was a boldfaced lie and she knew it.  “i’m surprised your ass fits through the door,”  they countered, finishing off their drink and slamming the glass on the bar counter, waving the bartender over for another. cecilya had picked the wrong damn night to invade her space, whether it was intentional or not. vivian was completely on edge and there was no stopping the trajectory of her night. as the bartender brought over a fresh drink for her, she crossed an arm over her chest and glared at her target.  “can you get the fuck away from me now ? ”

she could feel her blood pumping through her arms, her heart thudding in her chest uncomfortably. had she been sober enough to see herself in a mirror, she would see her cheeks were flushed and the mascara she’d worn out that night was smudged erratically around her eyes. a strap from her black dress hung over her shoulder where it had fallen and there was a tear in the fishnets she’d not taken off yet. anger and disappointment and resentment was coursing through her body. there was so much overwhelming aggression she’d pent up inside her for so long and it needed to get out, but vivian had no idea how to make that happen. just as she was about to throw herself on the bed and cry, she heard a knock at her door. it had to be security. it had to be. not wanting to get arrested for the second time that night, vivian quickly fixed her dress strap and tried to gather her composure, running to the door. when she opened it, there stood cassidy.  “not fucking now cass,”  she groaned with complete annoyance, nearly slamming the door in his face. 

“if you insist on thinking that’s what i am, that’s fine,” they smirked for a second, the side of their lips tugged a little before they let it go. when vivian opened the box, they couldn’t help but watch as she tore it open without a second thought and they eyes moved over to the owner who still hadn’t paid no mind or at least they were pretending to. “sure, as long as you’re paying for it but i know it won’t taste the same unless it’s free,” it wasn’t really her thing but what the hell, she’ll try it. she tilted her head back as she opened her mouth as if she couldn’t just reach over and do it herself.

“i just call it as i see it, babes. i’ve yet to see anything on the contrary, so that’s what i’ll choose to believe for now.”  vivi smiled very faintly as victoria tried some of the chocolate.  “weirdly decent, huh ? ”  vivian asked, confirming her own taste for the candy. they noticed an aesthetically pleasing lollipop and decided they wanted it, so they grabbed it and tucked it in their pocket.  “is there anything else we need for our haul ? ”  vivian’s eyes scanned over vic and her bag of candy, trying to determine if they’d left anything out. 

Troy: I didn't know it was a boy thing. I thought it was just an I like food thing. ALSO an I wasn't going to let seafood ruin my treat.

Troy: Cool, what are you doing later?

vivi: being gross is a boy thing

vivi: good. seafood needs to be kept separate. none of this mixing shrimp and chicken bullshit indecisive restaurants are trying to push

Jude: bold of you to assume i think i'm a 7.6 in my mind

Jude: selena gomez told me to kill em with kindness and it seems to be working in my favor here 🙏

vivi: well you asked if youd get up to a 7.7, so i could only assume

“are you fucking kidding me ? ”  vivi asked rhetorically, her voice raised as she tried to yell over the thumping music, as she eyed the next-to-last person she wanted to see that night: cecilya. “don’t come fucking near me,”  she warned, sighing impatiently while she waited for the overwhelmed bartender to finish her tequila soda. “you’re such a stalker,”  they accused cecilya, voice strained and clumsy from all that liquor she’d downed that night already.

cass: that's ... rude... i'm honestly hurt? heartbroken? never the same? forever shattered into pieces

cass: what do i have to do to get in the lucky graces? do i have to do something? i don't have many limits, you know this.

cass: that might be better. less clean up, less catfights

cass: that's what they all say, vivi

vivi: youre ...... so..................... dramatic

vivi: you cant force it. it just happens naturally. not for most people, and unlikely for you ... but ... we will see

vivi: LESS CLEAN UP...... what do u think would be happening here

“well, i’ll tell her you said hi,” they smirked over at the other as they continued to finish their gummy, “now, how did you know that was my favorite thing to be called?” they half teased as they went back to grabbing more of the candy and she had let the other go freely, which was a good on her part after whatever that little interaction was between the two of them. she actually didn’t mind it as long as vivian wasn’t about to rat her out for eating the candy first. victoria walked over to the other just as she picked up the box, “i would’ve never guessed you would like that kind of combination.”

“i’m not surprised. good girls like to be called good girl,”  vivian shrugged, unfazed by the situation. praise and flattery was the quickest way to someone’s heart. vivian had learned that long ago, though she rarely gave it out. they grabbed the box of chocolate and ripped open the side carefully, jiggling one of the mini chocolate bars out and putting it in her mouth. surprisingly, it was actually pretty good, the tangy mix of raspberry with the sweetness and bitterness of dark chocolate. the held the box out towards victoria.  “want a piece ? ”  they offered. she shook it softly.  “don’t worry. i’ll actually pay for this one.”

cooper: hey don't talk to me like that, the last thing you see will be mellow yellow

cooper: i guess that depends on your definition of normal

cooper: hmm, might need someone else to verify that claim. lmao in your dreams, there's only one human that i fantasize and it's not you babes

cooper: given the amount of childhood trauma and lots of nice people in white coats, i'm gonna say therapist. i doubt monty the moose would have been as helpful

vivi: as long as it's not your face ill be fine

vivi: my definition of normal is things that are normal.

vivi: i have plenty of references, bub. you dont get access to that list tho

vivi: in MY dreams?! what a fucking joke lmao. youre the one that brought it up

。゜  *   🌙     𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧,  𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟.  @seasstarts​

            with  the  semester  over  and  the  debate  of  staying  onboard  or  visiting  her  parents  weighing  a  bit  too  heavily,  sanne  decides  to  spend  her  time  at  waves  nightclub.  skin  covered  in  a  thin  layer  of  sweat  and  glitter,  the  sudden  desire  for  a  fruity  cocktail  finds  sanne  at  the  bar,  attempting  to  get  the  bartender’s  attention.  ‘  god,  am  i  invisible  ?  ’  she  visibly  pouts  and  turns  to  he  person  closest  to  her,  dramatic  written  all  over  her  face.  ‘  can  you  see  me  ?  just  checking,  because  this  guy  is  seeming  to  ignore  me.  ’

logan: not until i've gotten a few drinks in me

logan: thats when the chaotic energy really comes out

vivi: luckily we're about to visit a city overflowing with liquor

vivi: my hometown. sigh.

miles: wow, vivian. i always knew you're a different breed

miles: but i didn't know you're this kinky

miles: um?? and where will i get that?

vivi: you didnt, huh?

vivi: youve got lots to learn then

cass: can u pls... bring me some food sometime? i'll share, because sharing is caring. fine, you get priority this time. i'll bring u food. what do u want? sweet or savory?

cass: he might pick you.. 'cause you're prettier than me but i'd somehow brainwash him into choosing me. bribe him with weed. that's what people do to get people to love them right? beg.. ew, i wouldn't wanna watch :/

cass: it's ok i know u can't live without me.

vivi: no i wont.

vivi: but if youre lucky i may order ubereats to your hotel room in vegas on my parents' credit card.

vivi: lets just have a fucking bong circle with deany boy instead

cass: maybe sometimes i wanna be the one receiving the food instead ...

cass: so we'll just be standing on opposite sides of the room and the dean will be in the middle? we see who he chooses first?

cass: if you say sooooooo

cass: i'm in tune with my emotions

vivi: then you have to ask for it. im the one who demanded food first this time. i get demand dibs.

vivi: ..... no. you know he'd choose me and that wouldnt be fair to you. it would just turn into exhibitionism with you watching