#[ sofia convo ]

[nox-in-a-box]

Cedric has a type.

[strawberryscare]

i don’t know if i’ve ever genuinely been scared of an npc of dimension 20’s until bobby dawn

[heroexxs]

open to anyone.

plot: — based on this

"uh, hey." sofia said as she sat in one of the club's back rooms. she knew the bride-to-be probably thought it was humorous to set up a private dance for her, which was the last thing she wanted tonight. "you don't have to do any of… this." she said as she motioned to the room around them. "i know morgan paid for the hour, but is it cool if we just talk?"

[zacharyefrons]

Super fucking late to this, but I watched Purple Hearts, and now I'm going to say - I believe I flirted with your co-star. It was supposed to be fun and jokes, but I didn't realize he was good at flirting. This stays between us, okay? || @charsofias

[heliavaz]

with @thesofiavaldez LOCATION: somewhere on the main street TIMESTAMP: 25th of January

Helia had kept her distance from the two new witches, though she'd send the Christmas gift package regardless, she simply could not help herself. It had taken a good number of days to get everything ready for everyone, but that didn't matter. She did it every year, and she would continue to do it until she was old and frail.

However, when she did see Sofia appear on the same street she was walking on, she couldn't help but notice a slight tension in the other's shoulders, and she couldn't help reaching for her in that moment either. Yet, before she got close enough to gently call out for Sofia, she stumbled over her own feet, hitting a trash can on the way down. There weren't any people around except for Sofia, and she was sure she'd made some horrible noises on her way down.

So much for her kindly re-introduction.

[theliamhems]

While here it could definitely do me some good to get out of my same routine and people, maybe get some new faces to chat with, hang with and I saw you and figured I'd reach out. So, hello, how are you? Hope you're flight in wasn't too much for you and this first day wasn't too hard on you. || @charsofias

[persephonyed]

whatever response eli could have imagined sofia confronted him with, he didn’t think it would be this. he knew this was impulsive, reckless, and it would certainly haunt him tomorrow, but part of eli still thought this was a good idea. “what? no, i’m not fucking with you, sof,” he chuckled, fingers running through his hair, “i don’t think i have it in me to fuck around with anyone right now. what do you— what do you mean, is this what this is?”

this connection that had been developing between them was practically a revolving door at this point. never knowing who was on their way out or who was trying to make it back in. so, it wasn't necessarily a surprise to see them stumbling at her front door at this hour. however, she wasn't prepared for the words that fell from his lips. "are you fucking with me right now? is that what this is?"

[heystephen]

(im not stalking you i stg) but honestly i agree. i dont get it when people pick out kids names years before they have them either bc some of my high school friends fr had lists. but for the first few days of my nephews life he didnt even have a name because my brother told me they were “waiting for him to tell them” lmao. like theres names i would LIKE for a pet or a baby etc but it doesnt feel right until you have them -ebd anon

yeah like in a way i get having names that you think you might want to use but i just don’t get having like. a solid, “this is the name im using” picked out for your pet or for a kid for that matter because what if it doesn’t fit like what if you finally meet them and it’s like.. that’s not their name!!!

[heroexxs]

"surprise!" sofia said with a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other. she knew how important this interview was to merritt, it was the job of her dreams and even though it was far away she hoped that she got it. it was a bit difficult for both of them to try and find something after school. thankfully sofia found something close to school with a handful of their other friends deciding to stick around and stay local. "i have a feeling we'll be opening the champagne…" she said with a smile and a small wiggle of her eyebrows. they had done the distance before from both of their internships and even though it took a bit of time for them to get into a schedule but she knew that they had both grown from them and could make it worth it. "if you're feeling ballsy we can still have the tequila but that's just in case they're making you go through another interview." the last thing she wanted was for her to get rejected especially since she knew how hard she had been trying and how badly she wanted this. as she took a seat on her couch in her apartment, she set both bottles down on her coffee table and gave her a wide smile. "c'mon i want to hear all about it. how did it go? did you have that same lady as last time? you said she really liked you."

// @ctrldchaos

[ordinary-barbie]

slide tackling my mind.

frat!rafe x black!fem!reader

summary: when Ruthie makes a quip about your relationship with Rafe, it sends you into a spiral of doubt. Luckily, Rafe is there to reassure you through it all.

tags: language, pet names ("babe" and "baby"), reader is insecure and has anxiety, implications of racism, allusions to sex but no smut, no usage of y/n, Ruthie kinda sucks

word count: 2.6k

note: title from the song "slide tackle" by Japanese Breakfast!

It was the most wonderful time of the year. No, not Christmas—college spring break. This semester had been a bit hectic, and you were ready to have no responsibilities or obligations except relaxing on the beach with your gorgeous boyfriend.

Boyfriend. Sometimes, you still couldn't believe this was your life—it's like you'd won the lottery. And you had Sofia, your best friend and freshman year roomie, to thank for that. She'd taken you to your fair share of frat parties last year, but one particular bash last semester changed everything. Sofia had played matchmaker, orchestrating a meeting between you and Rafe Cameron, and the rest was history. (You really needed to send her a gift basket with your eternal gratitude.)

You inhaled deeply, letting the smell of the salty beach air fill your nostrils. You'd only been in St. Petersburg for a few hours but had already been endeared by the place. It was gorgeous—you could look at that beautiful beachfront view forever.

"Nice view. The girl looking at it is even prettier, though." You smiled, turning to face Rafe. His blonde buzzcut glinted in the evening sun, and his ocean blue eyes shone with affection for you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and tenderly kissing your forehead.

"Thinking we should all check out the boardwalk before dinner," Rafe said. "You down?"

Unfortunately, you and Rafe didn't have paradise all to yourselves. Rafe had invited Sofia and her boyfriend, Dylan, as well as his two best friends, Topper and Kelce, which was fine—you especially had a soft spot for Kelce's girlfriend, Aimee, who was in the same sorority as Sofia. The one issue was Topper's girlfriend, Ruthie, who went to Duke but would be joining you all since her school had spring break at the same time as UNC.

Ruthie hadn't said or done anything to you to cause the uneasiness you felt around her, but you could just tell she didn't like you for some reason. She never talked to you or made you feel included in group convos. Anxiety swirled in your gut, making you wonder if you'd slighted her in some way. But for Rafe's sake, you planned to squash down your feelings and act like it didn't fill you with dread to be in close living quarters with Ruthie for a week.

"That sounds great!" you chirped, hoping your performance was convincing. Rafe smiled softly, pecking you on the cheek before returning into the house.

-

"That food was literally so good—I think if I eat another bite, I'll explode," you joked, rubbing your stomach satisfiedly.

After taking a little stroll down the boardwalk (and stopping to take copious photos), your group decided to eat at a cute waterfront restaurant for dinner. Rafe insisted on paying for you, so you indulged, especially when it came to dessert—you'd had a key lime pie that made you want to get down on one knee and propose marriage.

Aimee and Sofia giggled, agreeing with you. Ruthie smiled thinly before returning to her phone. You pretended that her reaction wasn't a blow to your self-confidence.

"We should go back to the beach and watch the sunset!" Sofia suggested. "I've heard the sunsets here are so beautiful."

Aimee squealed, clapping her hands together. "Ok, yes! We defo have to get some sunset pics!"

"Ames, does everything you do have to be documented for the gram?" you joked.

Aimee playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You're gonna take sunset pics too, don't even lie." You snorted. Guilty as charged.

You looked down at your phone for a second, checking your notifications and responding to some texts. When you looked back up, you could feel the intensity of Ruthie's gaze, like she was sizing you up. Suddenly, you felt like a zoo animal being kept behind bars for Ruthie to gawk at.

Rafe squeezed your knee under the table as he chatted with Topper, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts. You leaned into your boyfriend, nuzzling his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. You appreciated Rafe for bringing you momentary comfort.

-

Sofia was right—the sunset was absolutely breathtaking. The sky was a swirl of vibrant colors: pinks, oranges, yellows, and reds. You snapped an aesthetic pic for your Instagram stories and took group shots with Sofia and Aimee. Ruthie was content to lay out on the beach, taking selfies in her bikini.

You allowed yourself to feel content—and then the shrieking started. Sofia and Aimee ran into some of their sorority sisters and got wrapped up chatting with them and taking pictures with their massive sorority flag. The boys were clowning around in the water, leaving you and Ruthie alone. And as usual, she was staring.

"Can I help you?" you asked jokingly, hoping to lighten the lingering tension in the air.

Ruthe jumped, startled that you'd actually spoken to her. She quickly regained her composure, flipping her hair and pursing her lips together. "I just think it's interesting that Rafe is dating you. You're just...different from the other girls he's dated before. You don't really seem like his type."

Ruthie had grown up with Rafe in the Outer Banks, so you knew she'd seen her share of past girlfriends. You had an idea of what she meant: you weren't blonde or blue-eyed; you couldn't be mistaken for a Hadid or a Jenner sister.

"Oh, because I'm not white?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow. You weren't stupid—you knew that you didn't exactly fit into Rafe's world. It was one thing for Rafe to date someone who wasn't in Greek life, but the fact that you were also a Black woman? You knew that raised some eyebrows, but hearing Ruthie say the quiet part out loud stung.

Ruthie froze for a second, then smirked. "I'm just surprised he's stayed with you this long. I honestly thought Rafe was going through a phase."

You bristled. A phase. As if Rafe was just dating you to seem quirky and different and piss off his parents. As if you were some kind of experiment.

Your lip wobbled, but you refused to let Ruthie see you cry and pick on you for being weak. "Fuck you, Ruthie."

"Wow, real classy," Ruthie snarked.

You rolled your eyes, already so over this conversation. Ruthie snorted, returning to her phone, and you did the same, aimlessly scrolling through Instagram to distract yourself. However, your mind couldn't help but fixate on what Ruthie had said and how small it made you feel. You thought you were over the insecurity you felt about dating Rafe. His friends seemed to like you, especially Topper and Kelce. But Ruthie managed to cut deep without saying much at all.

You wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. Your brain was buzzing with a litany of negative thoughts, and there was suddenly a dull ache in your chest.

Sofia and Aimee returned, arm in arm, blissfully unaware of the shit that just went down. You plastered on a smile, trying to push those pesky feelings to the furthest corners of your mind.

It wasn't enough, though. You weren't enough. And the more you dwelled on what Ruthie had said, the more you started to believe her.

-

You found yourself pulling away from Rafe. You shrugged off his arm when he tried to put it around you after coming out of the water and then continued to stay distant on the ride back to the beach house. Now it was bedtime, and you were lying in bed, staring off into space while Rafe scrolled through TikTok next to you.

You hated seeing how Rafe's face fell as you continuously rejected his attempts at affection. But that nagging critical voice in your head just wouldn't shut up. Your self-doubt was a mosquito, constantly buzzing buzzing buzzing in your ears. You sniffled, finally succumbing to your sadness and letting the tears fall.

"Baby, please talk to me," Rafe pleaded, gently tugging at the covers draped over your body. "Did I do something wrong?"

You slowly sat up in bed, wiping your eyes before turning to face Rafe. "I don't think we're a good fit for each other," you said, the words feeling bitter on your tongue.

Rafe let out a nervous laugh, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "What are you talking about, baby?"

You wrapped your arms around your body self-consciously. "I'm not the kind of girl you should be with. You need a rich blonde sorority girl who would look great on your arm at the country club. Someone nice, who isn't a fucking anxious mess all the time." You were rambling now, your shaky attempt to self-sabotage this relationship. Not that you deserved it, anyway.

Rafe's jaw ticked. "No," he simply replied.

"No?" you echoed. "But Rafe, I'm—"

"I don't want those other girls!" Rafe interrupted, firmly shaking his head. "Been there, fuckin' done that. I like you, all right?"

You scoffed, refusing to believe him. "Ruthie said I'm not your usual type. That you're just in a phase. And she's right, Rafe. Guys like you don't go for girls like me."

"Ruthie said that?" Rafe's eyes blazed with anger. "What the actual fuck."

"But she's right, though," you repeated. "I’m not like the other girls you’ve dated before—I’ve seen your Instagram. Honestly, I’m just waiting for the rug to be pulled from under me and this to all be revealed as some practical joke.”

You forced out a chuckle, but Rafe wasn't laughing. He said your name sternly, beckoning you to come closer. You sat in his lap and let him wrap his arms around you.

“Ruthie doesn’t know shit,” he said bluntly. “I care about you—a lot. You’re amazing. Honestly, I don’t think I deserve you! Fuck whatever she said to you. This isn’t a fucking phase. You’re it for me, baby.”

Rafe's words tugged at your heartstrings. He was looking at you so tenderly; it silenced the whispers of self-doubt, making them disappear into the ether. You suddenly felt so much lighter, and your lips curled into a small smile.

Rafe smiled warmly at you, taking your hand and rubbing small circles on the back of it with his thumb. You loved it when he did this—it was always so soothing and grounding and got you out of your head.

"Ruthie's a cunt," you muttered, eliciting a chuckle from Rafe.

"I honestly don't know what Top sees in her," Rafe admitted.

You shrugged. "She's hot, and Topper is...Topper."

Rafe wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. "You're hotter. And much more fun to be around."

You giggled, and Rafe looked at you like you hung the moon in the sky. "I love your laugh, baby."

"Yeah? What else do you like about me?" you asked, a playful glint in your eye.

Rafe started kissing every part of you that was in reach—your cheeks, your neck, even your nose. "So much. Gonna have to write a fuckin' book about it," he murmured, running his hands up and down your body.

You gasped, feeling Rafe's bulge pressing against you. "Rafe, you're hard."

Rafe chuckled, nipping at your neck. "'Course I'm hard. I have a hot girl in my lap."

"Well, let's do something about that then," you teased, fiddling with the elastic of his sweatpants.

Rafe growled, pinning you to the bed. "Gonna fuck you so good tonight, baby."

He kissed down your body, making you moan with pleasure. Normally, you'd be more self-conscious about being vocal in bed with other people around, but fuck it. Your hot boyfriend was about to rail you, and you didn't care who knew about it.

-

Topper and Kelce snickered as you and Rafe entered the kitchen the next morning, while Sofia's boyfriend covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. "Y'all have a good time last night?" Topper teasingly questioned.

"Oh, we had a great time," Rafe said, smirking widely. You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your grin.

"I guess some people forgot that their room is right next to me and Topper," Ruthie snarked. "Maybe turn down the porn star noises a bit next time, ___."

"A pleasure to see you as always, Ruthie," you deadpanned, making a beeline for the box of donuts on the kitchen island.

Rafe cleared his throat, glancing at Topper. "Hey Top, can we talk in private for a sec?"

"Sure, man," Topper said, following Rafe out of the kitchen.

Sofie and Aimee joined you at the kitchen island, grabbing some donuts—though they seemed hungrier for gossip. "What's going on with you and Ruthie?" Sofia whispered. "That's the first time I've heard y'all talk to each other, like, ever."

You sighed, getting into what went down on the beach last night. Aimee's jaw dropped open, while Sofia was seething.

"I'm about to throw hands," Sofia muttered, staring daggers at Ruthie, who was absorbed with her phone yet again. "Nobody talks to my bestie like that!"

You laughed, shaking her head. "You're not throwing hands, Sof."

Sofia turned back to you, softening her gaze. "It's just so fucked up that someone would go out of their way to belittle you like that. You are a total catch, and Rafe thinks so too. Who cares what she thinks?"

You felt a warm feeling in your chest at Sofia's words. You were so lucky to have such a supportive friend in your corner, and honestly didn't know what you'd do without this girl in your life.

Your ears perked up when you heard Rafe and Topper return to the kitchen. Topper went up to Ruthie, a stony expression on his face. "Ruthie. Let's go outside—we need to talk."

Ruthie looked up from her phone, furrowing her brow but following Topper outside anyway.

"Rafe...what did you say to him?" you cautiously asked your boyfriend.

Rafe shrugged. "Basically told him his girlfriend was being a bitch to you."

You felt your cheeks grow hot. "Rafe, you didn't have to do that—"

"Yes, I did," Rafe said firmly. "I had to stick up for my girl."

"Simp!" Kelce jeered.

Rafe flipped Kelce off before wrapping his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent.

Suddenly, the front door opened with a bang, and Ruthie stormed up the stairs, looking livid.

"Shit, what happened out there?" Rafe asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Told her I didn't like the way she was speaking to ____ and that we should break up," Topper casually replied.

"Thank fuck," Rafe muttered.

"Aw, Top. You'd really blow up your entire relationship for me?" you quipped, dramatically putting your hand on your heart.

"You're my best friend's girl," Topper responded, shrugging his shoulders. "And you're my friend."

You launched yourself into Topper's arms, giving him a bear hug. "Thanks, Top."

Topper chuckled, patting your back. "Don't mention it."

Ruthie stomped down the stairs, leaving the house without a second glance at anyone else.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" Aimee called after her.

-

With Ruthie gone, you felt like you could finally breathe easily. After breakfast, you and the rest of the gang headed back to the beach to relax. You took a book out of your bag, a cozy little romance novel, while Rafe laid next to you, getting a tan.

"Lemme put some sunscreen on you," Rafe said, already rummaging through your bag for the bottle.

"You just want an excuse to put your hands all over me, you perv," you accused, arching an eyebrow.

"I can't believe you think so little of me. I just want to make sure your skin is protected from the sun...and I want an excuse to put my hands all over you."

You snorted, putting your book down and lying on your stomach. As Rafe gently caressed your body and rubbed in the sunscreen, you felt totally content. You wanted to bottle this moment up—just you and Rafe, in your own little world, enjoying each other's company.

You belonged at his side, and vice versa, no matter what anyone else thought.

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Jack chuckled softly and gave a slight nod. He knew that her ego was probably taking a hit, having to stay home and admit she was sick, and that was part of the reason he'd shown up as well. He came in and set the food on the counter before moving to sit with her on the couch, easily pulling her into his lap with a small laugh. "No, not dramatic at all." he teased before moving his hand to pet over her hair. "What hurts?"

Sofia liked to be in denial that she was sick, that she could move on and soldier through. But of course that didn't happen, now she was feeling sorry for herself at home in her sweatpants. She felt touched that he had gone out of his way to get her some food, knowing full well she hadn't had anything for over a day. "Oh did they now?" She asked and opened the door wider so he could come inside, collapsing back on to her spot on the couch. "I don't even think I could stomach anything right now. I just want to curl up and die. Not to be dramatic."

[boatboys]

in a very old post roach mentioned that a daemon au exists. what would everyone's daemon be?

Oh hey sure! There's lots of little snippets of AUs that include daemons, and lots of scattered chat convos, some of which contradict each other; here's the list as far as I could gather up.

Richard/Rich and Erin Merrill (giant white hero rat)

Joseph/Joey and Maria Trimmer (grasshopper mouse, although at one point in the musings she was a raccoon!)

Basil and Sasha Wright (brown bat)

Liam and Lisabetta/Lisa Beaker (river otter)

Michigan/Mitch and Alaska Ford (lab retriever)

Solace/Sol and Charity King (raven)

Benedict/Ben and Beatrice/Bea Jones (we've thrown around bullfrog vs american badger)

Athena/Thena and Odysseus/Odd/Oddball Merrill (white/cinnamon tiger and yes it's wildly out of place and inconvenient on the fleet. CAN'T BE TAMED!!!!)

Angela/Angie and Theophilius/Theo Merrill (anatolian shepherd)

Belladonna/Bella and Narcissus Beaker (peacock)

Finnegan/Finn and Saoirse Merrill (red setter)

Helen and Troy Bane (leukistic/albino jaguar)

Rich's tech coworker Phil Green has a mole

We didn't determine Nitrogen "Nate" Chau's daemon's species but roach says she should be named Free Radical and that's great.

Liam's PRT sex friend Jordan Levi has a corgi

People with Hastings coloration genes also end up with white or leukistic/albino daemons! Also, while I'm compiling things: some characters that y'all have not met yet, for our own reference.

Rafael and Calliope Caro (mockingbird)

Connor and Delilah Campbell (fox)

Android/Andy and Yaga Strega (black rooster)

Dylan and "Wolf" Ulfric (wolf)

Nitro and Beartrap Goresmith (albino spotted hyena)

Arthur and Morgaine Carraway (black timber wolf)

William/Will and Lavinia/Lav Sandgren (coyote)

Samuel/Sam and Abigail/Bugs Washington (hare)

Gabriel/Gabe and Thalia Caro (barn swallow)

Sofia/Sofie and Virgil Caro (swan)

Phoenix and Stonewall Jett (rottweiler)

[heroexxs]

as much as sofia wanted to hide in her room at just the thought of another party, this time their house was hosting. after everything that happened with merritt, she assumed the two of them had left off on good terms. she spent the whole night there and even had the brunette walk her back home, promising that they would hang out to no prevail. she hadn't heard anything from her, and she asked many of her sisters if she was overthinking all of this to which they said she'd reach out eventually. it seemed like that never came, and here they were hosting their frat once again. maybe she thought they had too much of a connection, and merritt was just looking for something quick like everyone else. that thought lingered far to long in her head for someone she had only met once. finally she pulled herself out of bed and got dressed in whatever theme they decided on before heading downstairs.

the party was already in full swing once she came downstairs and similar to their first meeting, sofia had a beer in hand and decided to hang in the corner. every now and then she'd engage in conversation, but her eyes were locked on the crowd trying to see if merritt would show up. she was almost done sipping her second beer when she saw another mob of brothers walk in and quickly picked out the brunette from the crowd. her heart sped up as she tried not to stare but it was much easier said than done. there was a huge mix of emotions filling her, excitement that she showed up, anger that she hadn't reached out and had the nerve to show up now. her eyes flickered back down, hoping that she would come over and if not, that one of her sisters or her brothers would push them together.

// @ctrldchaos

[theosconfessions]

Before we get into it i just want to thank you guys again for trusting Scar with your babes! I wishhhhh she could keep them all in and just be with all 18 of them even though i know two in particular that would be like..just let us out of here haha! some relationships never went beyond and you could tell it was just kinda a friend vibe and honestly Scar needs that as well. So even though it pained me to do it..some had to be eliminated just based off of no attraction to her whatsoever. That being said im sure a few of these guys will make some appearances down the line sharing their thoughts and having wee convos with Scar. I cant believe we started this in December and we're just now getting to the first elimination. My least favourite part. Thank you again for participating and sending Scar your loves. I hope that the eliminated babes find their happiness and if you guys ever wanted me to make you a simmie you let me know

NOW.. for the winners of the first rose ceremony. They are in order of highest romance by the first rose ceremony to the lowest. Under the Cut

@duusheen EUGENE

@fl0pera ELIA

@bubblepopsims XENA

@dumplingtrait LAMAR

@lynzishell PRESLEY

@simvanie LUXOR

@plumbewb JULIA

@bakersimmer SOFIA

@shesthespinstersimmer SOREN

@invisiblequeen PARKER

AND my least favourite part is the eliminated. i love each and every one of your babes.they just didnt have any interest in Scar romantically. i do hope that they find their loveys of their lives and if any one of you are okay with coming back a wee bit later for a chit chat with Scar that would be amazing <3

@dandylion240 JOLENE

@agena87 PL

@m0ckest NATALYA

@havenroyals XZAVIER

@riverofjazzsims MAJESTY

@suepixels LEX

@bloomingkyras RUELLE

@beebeesiims MATT

i cant thank you guys enough for staying with me on this bachelorette challenge and for trusting me with your babes. I hope I did your babes justice and i HATE eliminating any babe. But this bc journey man.. the next elimination will be three sims.. then two.. and then one by one. sheesh and ouch.

Love is Embarrassing Continues...

[longislandcharm]

Whatever you do stay away from The Codfather. It says it's upscale but it's ridiculous and the service is terrible.

Buongiorno! I am new to town and was looking for recommendations for the best restaurants. I am a pursuer of fine dinning and would appreciate any suggestions. Grazie!

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

Oh god help me now I’m imagining Carlos waking up in a panic and TK comforting him. Them having agreed to have the Jonah/future convo later when Carlos has recovered a little bit. TK either suggesting or supporting Carlos in going to see Gabriel first thing.

(“what do you need baby?” *crouched down in front of Carlos who’s sitting up in bed, wiping his tears away with his thumb* “I think I need to talk to my dad” “okay. We’ll go first thing in the morning okay? Right now you should try to get s couple more hours of rest baby. C’mon, I’ll rub your back”)🥺

Carlos not being able to hold it in, it’s so important that TK knows the conclusion he’s reached, so when they’re in the car going to Andrea’s house, Carlos tells TK he’s ready to take in Jonah. “I’m so happy to hear that baby. I need to do this for him but I want more than anything to do it with you. We have time though baby. Right now is about you, and telling your mom. Let’s go see her and we’ll talk more when we get home.”

Imagining TK being there for Carlos too, in the process of arranging the adoption for Jonah. Imagining Carlos breaking down left and right because everything is so raw it’s like when it had just happened. Them having time to let Carlos be in that because they can’t adopt Jonah from one day to another.

Carlos having so many feelings about becoming a dad himself that he needs to leave the room while they’re spending time with Jonah and Sofia, getting Jonah used to being in the loft. Carlos excusing himself for a moment to take a deep breath. TK taking the time to follow him to give his husband a hug before they return to spending time with Jonah.