#ch: luis salgado

[samhainmade]

fmk vitani luis zelda

"Fuck Vitani. Easiest decision of my life. Marry Zelda, I think we'd have a cute little cottage somewhere and lure men to thier death. Kill Luis for all the times he forgets to text back. Fucking dickhead."

@lioncssv @ncttheprincess @faiirytalcs

[samhainmade]

@faiirytalcs

THE CONNERS S05E04 | “Parent Traps and Heart Attacks”

[samhainmade]

@faiirytalcs​ for luis || at the pub & grub. 

Shona snickered to herself watching Luis from her stool at the bar where she had been nursing a cheap, cold beer. Feeling like it had been way too long since they last got together for some hijinks, she wasted no time in betting her oldest friend 50 bucks to try get the number of waitress who looked like she hated her life. 

She began slow clapping as Luis reached the bar again, smiling to herself, assuming he’d failed. “Any luck or do you need a bigger challenge?” she asked. “Hope she didn’t crush your precious ego.”

[samhainmade]

location; the secret lair for boogies boys

for; my fave, the boy who can do no wrong, Luis @faiirytalcs​

Shona had been carefully putting away her knuckle dusters after cleaning them, her barbed wire covered bat into the designated slot beside the boy’s tools and had plucked all her stray hairs from her balaclava. The silence after a job was always unsettling to her, at least the clean up gave her something to focus on. “Is it all there?” she asked, peering over her shoulder at Luis. “Cause I’m really not in the mood to to this again tonight.”

[samhainmade]

for luis @faiirytalcs​ 

location: somewhere sketchy? lets see where we can take this

Shona wiped at the sweat gathering on her forehead, her hair was falling out of place and sticking to her neck, her cheeks puffed and red, her nostrils flaring with anger. She grunted heavily, throwing a ton of weight on top of a pile with a loud crash. Wiping her hands on her jeans she looked up at glared at Luis. “Being your friend should come with a warning label.”

[southernisled]

“Again, I thank you for your concern but apart from you, no one else here give’s a shit about me or my money.” Hans muttered bitterly, finding it quite funny that if Luis really knew how much money Hans actually had, he wouldn’t need to worry about being a target. “I’m sure you get plenty of kicks out of beating people up. Isn’t it like a fetish for you and your group of weirdos?” Hans scoffed, having only seen Luis & company a handful of times, but they were always up to something. Sighing, Hans sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe I like hanging out with the normies y’know. Keeps me grounded or whatever.”

southernisled​:

Hans sighed loudly as he placed his glass down onto the table, shaking his head. Hans wasn’t exactly in the mood to have a pissing contest with this asshole, however he wasn’t going to let the guy walk all over him either. At least not in public. “If you had the same amount of money as I do, you might do the same.” he replied eying up the other guy. He was taller and looked physically stronger– & Hans would have to hope that he wasn’t going to throw a punch at him. “What can I say? Its a nice shithole. D’you have a problem with me being here?”

.

“If I had the same amount of money you do, I’d know better than to bring it up in a place like this. You’ve gone and put a target right on your back.” Not that Luis cared about it, money wasn’t what he was after. It was necessity but not what drove him. “Not really...but I highly doubt you’d do a fucking thing if I did.” He was making plenty of assumptions about a man he never really crossed paths with. “Call it curiosity but I gotta wonder what the fuck you’re doing here. Would have thought you’d be out with the pretentious fucks at one of those bars you need a reservation for.”

[samhainmade]

❛ why don't you give up on me like everyone else? ❜ ( luis )

GRUMPY & SUNSHINE ASK MEME

Shona scoffed as she stood with her arms folded across her chest, how could he possibly even think that? Why would he even say that? Hadn't they been to hell and back over the years? She shook her head with a bitter expression. "Respectfully, what the fuck is wrong with you?". She moved towards Luis as she dialed back the venom in her voice because if he was really feeling shitty she'd hate to make it worse. "You are my brother. You are my best friend, my fucking family. You could burn down buildings and kick cats and I'd still have your fucking back." she began.

"I don't know what made you think giving up on you would ever be an option. You are my ride or die, you are the person I can't live without. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried-- I'm an infectious bacteria eating at your guts." she snickered. "Luis, you're the most important person in my life. I'm always gonna' be here for you. And I love you. But if you ever tell anyone I said that I'll kill you while you're showering. Now will you please get up off your ass and stop thinking about shit that's never going to happen. Giving up on you? Nah, you couldn't be so lucky."

[samhainmade]

“I tried to go all out and pair up the wine but then I remembered I know nothing about wines so I just got this merlot.”

VALENTINES ASK MEME

"Yeah dipshit because you don't drink it" Shona called out as she walked towards Luis, wearing a confused expression on her face. "Here dumbass let me see" she asked holding out a hand to take the bottle. Examining the label on the bottle she nodded lazily with approval, they would drink it regardless. "I mean its a red so I'd say it's cool with meat? Google it."

[samhainmade]

[ chefs kiss ]

[ chefs kiss ]  to cook my muse their favourite meal

Probably the biggest benefit to have a person know you almost your entire life is the fact that they do know you, and basically everything about you. They know when you're tired, or sick or homicidal. And that was no different with Luis, sometimes it felt like he knew her bad days were coming before she did. Sinking into her seat at the small kitchen table Shona's eyes felt hot and stingy as she tried to hold back tears, her chest heaving with an overwhelming sense of being cared for. She smiled sadly as she looked down to a hot dish of mac and cheese, her favourite meal, her struggle meal, the dinner that she learned to cook at eight years old. "Not to be a little bitch right now-- but thanks. I needed this."

[southernisled]

faiirytalcs​:

Oh good. The second Hans spoke, all thoughts of the man who’s hand had been on his thigh moments before vanished. He had a new toy to play with. Angling himself in his direction, Luis took a long drink from his glass, finishing it off and sliding it towards the bartender. “No.” The word was dressed with a chuckle, a dare on his lips to try and make him - a challenge if the other was feeling up for it. “I know you, don’t I. The pretentious little shit that struts around like he owns this place…and here you are, down in the dirt with the rest of us.”

Hans sighed loudly as he placed his glass down onto the table, shaking his head. Hans wasn’t exactly in the mood to have a pissing contest with this asshole, however he wasn’t going to let the guy walk all over him either. At least not in public. “If you had the same amount of money as I do, you might do the same.” he replied eying up the other guy. He was taller and looked physically stronger-- & Hans would have to hope that he wasn’t going to throw a punch at him. “What can I say? Its a nice shithole. D’you have a problem with me being here?”

Yeah Hans could be picky about where he'd socialize, sneaking into Wonderland to avoid further scandals from that stupid blog or sitting V.I.P in Topsy Turvy with the Evermore elite. However tonight he felt like keeping a particularly low profile and was sure no one else as superficial and vain as himself would step foot in a place like this. But then there was Luis. "I love how concerned you are for my wellbeing, really kind of you to check in. Now, get lost. Thanks."

[samhainmade]

for; @faiirytalcs​

location; Luis’ apartment

Shona was mentally fighting and cursing herself, she had never been a person who could swallow their pride. She hated admitting any kind of defeat and loathed feeling inferior even more. She was hard on herself, she always had been ever since she was a little kid. And although Luis was family it still didn’t make it any easier to ask for help. She felt sick to her stomach as she hovered in the doorway, anxiously chewing on the inside of her lip. Luis was her best friend, her brother, part of the only family she ever cared about -- and yet there was something so humiliating about coming to him with her problems as if he would judge her or turn her away. She cleared her throat and picked a spot on the floor to focus on. “So.. things haven’t been you know, easy lately. I got a shit ton of bills and... oh fuck it.” she sighed. “Luis i’m so fucked. I need money... real bad. Can you help me?”

[southernisled]

Yeah Hans could be picky about where he'd socialize, sneaking into Wonderland to avoid further scandals from that stupid blog or sitting V.I.P in Topsy Turvy with the Evermore elite. However tonight he felt like keeping a particularly low profile and was sure no one else as superficial and vain as himself would step foot in a place like this. But then there was Luis. "I love how concerned you are for my wellbeing, really kind of you to check in. Now, get lost. Thanks."

muse: hans westergaard ( @southernisled ) location: the snuggly duckling

There were certain vibes that went along with every bar in Evermore and The Snuggly Duckly was dirty. Seedy. It was filled with people who didn't want to be recognized, wanted to be left alone, so when Luis's eyes landed on Hans ( someone he didn't know much about outside of what Pacifica used to try and get a rise out of him ), he was confused as to why he was there. "You lost, man?" he asked, turning to look towards the man who was a few seats away.

[southernisled]

"Is that your not so subtle way of threatening to expose me for my riches?" Hans asked dryly, it was almost comical to play this part. To pretend to be someone he wasn't in order to trick himself into being content. Luis could rob him, beat him to a pulp and it wouldn't change the fact that Hans was still broke and a nobody. Hans shrugged causually, not surprised by how well Luis was taking the rumors. "Why, cause theres truth to it?". The picking and pulling was becoming distracting and not in the welcome kind, Hans had wanted a quiet self loathing drink and insted he was being met with back alley vogue and his 70 questions. It was starting to piss him off. Polishing off his drink Hans set the glass down on the table irritably, with a thud. "What do you want man? Cause if it's my dick you should know I prefer blondes"

“Again, I thank you for your concern but apart from you, no one else here give’s a shit about me or my money.” Hans muttered bitterly, finding it quite funny that if Luis really knew how much money Hans actually had, he wouldn’t need to worry about being a target. “I’m sure you get plenty of kicks out of beating people up. Isn’t it like a fetish for you and your group of weirdos?” Hans scoffed, having only seen Luis & company a handful of times, but they were always up to something. Sighing, Hans sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe I like hanging out with the normies y’know. Keeps me grounded or whatever.”