#miguel bernardeau imagines

[vicklvndia]

Nome: Christian John Slayer.

Idade: 25 anos.

Ocupação: hacker/profissional de t.i.

Orientação: Homossexual.

Verse: real life.

FC: Miguel Bernardeau.

Status: Fechado para plots.

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Christian Slather, é original da pequena cidade de Chelan (Washington, DC) cuja população não chega a 4 mil habitantes. Então, imagine o inferno que não foi ter crescido em uma cidade tão pequena, onde todos se conhecem, sendo gay? E filho do pastor local, opies. Christian levou uma surra em praça pública, aos quinze anos, quando o pai o flagrou experimentando roupas de sua irmã mais velha, a santa Magdalena. Ele fugiu de casa pouco depois, ao completar dezesseis anos, buscando acolhimento na maravilhosamente grande Nova Iorque. Lá, ele se encontrou, assumindo sua sexualidade. Ele usava o emprego para pagar a faculdade, sendo recém formado em ciências da computação. Chris é tímido e levemente inseguro, possivelmente por ter sido tão repreendido quando criança. Ele trabalha na área de sistemas de um banco, e qualquer semelhança com Oliver Hampton é proposital mesmo.

[bridgeportacademyhq]

I'm loving all the elite faces! Hoping to bring in another one - do you see miguel bernardeau or andre lamoglia fitting in anywhere?

So are we, thank you! I'd personally love both faces here. For Miguel, you could talk to our Alvaro Rico fc about being related somehow, or the Lopezes. I know they're Mexican on our masterlist, not Brazilian or Spanish like your fcs, but either fc you chose could be a little more distantly related. We have Santana, a sister, and a cousin I think. They're open to more cousins, or even someone that was from a previous marriage before their parents got married. You could make either of them a Finn relative the same way, by making your character the child of Finn's parent's sibling's significant other or something. You could do that with any family that isn't full, really, but I see those fcs working well with those families. In specific, Miguel screams distantly related to a Lopez and Andre reminds me of Finn so I could see them being distantly related. We also have room for more adopted Cohen-Changs. They're all adopted.

There is room for OCs as well, we did keep Dalton's everything for Sebastian and Hunter so you could make either of them Warbler alumni.

My top choice would be to recast an originally white family and change them to fit your fcs, though. I like either of them as the new Evans family base fc, or Weston. Imagine Andre as Spencer or Sam. I like Miguel as Jesse or Brody.

[newobsessionweekly]

Be my home🌿

a/n: well, I know I have requests and all but I had an idea and I really wanted to write it down. I like how this turned out. Stay safe and enjoy it because I surely did enjoyed writing it.🌿❤️ word count: 1.899

warnings: idk bro, none I guess.

Miguel Bernardeau x reader🌿

As you slowly opened your eyes, a smell of fish and salt which can’t be unrecognised filled your senses while a peaceful sound of breaking waves heard on the distance. Quietly snoring beside you, sitting on his belly was sleeping your boyfriend. You smiled looking at the ceiling, this is not a dream, this is the reality. You and Miguel are trying to travel as much as possible, benefitting from any break from work or any holiday. Surfing has a significant place in his heart, and for you, the sun and the sea are the combination you preferred the most, so where to go was never a problem. You went together to Indonesia a year ago and for your two-years anniversary, you reached the American continent. California was so warm and beautiful, but there were far too many people speaking english.

The sunrise found you this time in the crazy Ibiza, in a house that one of Miguel’s friends let you borrow for a few days. The sun somehow managed to break through the curtains and disturb your sleep, so you just turned to admire your handsome man.

He was sleeping so peacefully, with a hand under his pillow and the other one between the two of you, that you just want to sit there. You have this habit to hold hands before you fall asleep, it is adorable and rubbing each other’s hand, calming each other, it is the most amazing way to fall asleep.

You can’t see his beautiful eyes right now, but you can tell they’re as blue and as restless as the sea itself. You are tracing the shape of his body, the skin from his back felt like home under your touch. His blonde hair is getting messier as you ran your hand through it, but you know this is the fastest way he’s calming down.

Miguel is a big tornado filled with so much love and kindness for everything and everyone. You wonder sometimes how he still managed to be this way in a world full with suffering and misery, sadness and wickedness. But you understand soon enough that he is the sunshine that the world needs the most. He is the only one that could light up this world with his smile, his laugh or even with his presence. He emanates so much brightness, no one can resist it.

Him and his love helped you through the most critical period of your life. He has been there and you understood that even the darkest of the days, he could make it shine bright like a diamond.

His body is covered entirely with these adorable freckles, and his lips are always curved into a smile, being it a wide or a lazy one. He even smiles in his sleep, and his face isn’t even used with a frowning. You were still caressing his hair when you heard a little chuckle escaping his mouth. His eyes opened, but he closed them again soon enough because of the sun’s hitting in an angle right into his face.

You half laughed and approached, hiding his face away from the sun and placing kisses on his body. First kiss was on the cheek, then you get down on his neck, ending the series of kisses on his shoulder. That made him look at you with one eye, then smiling so bright while opening the other eye. He moved in bed so that he could admire you properly.

“Good morning, little sunshine!” you smiled and placed you lips gently over his.

“Morning.” he mumbled as you tangled your feet under the sheets and his head rested for now on your chest. “Very interesting the way, you transformed this morning into one of out best mornings.”

“Yeah, you liked it?”

He can’t stay still for a second, he’s even worse than a little kid. He started kissing the base of your neck, “Mhm. I want to receive this treatment on my birthday too.” he continued on your shoulder, placing soft and wet kisses on, “And maybe on Christmas morning? And every morning?”

“You are not asking for much at all.” you joked as you were glancing at the sea. “Your hair smells like fish. I thought you washed it last night.”

Miguel sat up in bed, stretching out and admiring you. This was when Miguel felt he loved you most – the quiet, in-between moments of domestic life. The sight of you tucked in with his t-shirt from the day before fitting you perfectly, and your messy hair, was perhaps the most beautiful he’d never seen you. “I did. But I went for a swim in the morning.”

“Morning?” you yawned. “What time is it?”

“Twelve and a half.” he checked his phone. “Arón texted me, he said he’s waiting for us on the beach. About an hour ago.” he laughed at his phone, and you unlocked yours.

“Then, I guess I have to go get ready.” you stretched your back and stood up, looking for your swimsuit, but remained to admire the sea and the sun breaking through the window, comforting your skin.

Miguel came behind your back and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You propped your head on his and enjoyed his soft kisses on your shoulder, caressing his hair with your hand, refusing to let anything ruin this moment. “Have you thought about what I asked you last night?”

”Yes.” you responded, but didn’t want to say anything much. You don’t have a response for his question yet.

”And?”

“I’m going in for a shower.” you moved away from his embrace and ignored his insistence. As a response to your unspoken invitation, he followed you to the bathroom with a hand placed on your back.

------- You watched Miguel playing football with his cast mates and hearty laughing at one of Arón’s jokes. All you could do was to think about that question, even Ester remarked your absence from the conversations and the lost look from your eyes. You were smiling like a dumb watching Miguel doing such banal things as swimming and talking with his friends, but everything he does is fascinating.

You closed your eyes and refused to move under the umbrella though the sun is burning your skin. The laughter of your friends combined with the sound of the breaking waves is the most relaxing thing you’ve ever heard, so laying down ignoring everyone was a clever idea for the moment, until you’ll figure out what you should do. You are there for only one hour, but you didn’t really enjoyed the time with his friends.

Someone is blocking the sunshine from delighting your body, so you opened your eyes and raised an eyebrow at the person in front of you. Omar is looking at you and beside him, Danna is holding some iced coffees. He reached out his hand to you and persisted though you were frowning at him. You grabbed his hand and he helped you stood up as you wrapped Miguel’s flowered t-shirt around yourself. You walked quietly to the baldaquin all the girls – and Omar– are hanging around, and Danna immediately pushed you down on it and they began the interrogatory.

“What’s going on with you? To be more specific, the two of you.” Omar asked as he handed you the iced coffee. You looked at Miguel and wondered if he is as moody as you because of that question.

“Miguel asked me to move in with him.” as soon as the words had been spoken out, you sip from your drink, trying to ignore the expansive smile that threatened to form on your face. Everyone started cheering excitedly, catching some questioning glances from your boyfriend. You are tracing one flower’s outline as Claudia approached and sat down next to you.

“And I guess the answer is obviously yes.” Omar laughed as he played with his leg on the sand.

“Well, not really.” you lay on your back and watch as the few clouds on the sky moves. 

“You refused him?” Danna jumped from her place a little and frowned at you.

“No, I just want to be sure is a wise decision. I just can’t afford to fuck up with money to move around from Sevilla to Madrid and back if this is not gonna work.” you covered your face and sighed.

“You are seriously questioning his love for you?” Ester asked sarcastically and you turned to look at her face. She is pretty serious, but she has a lovely smile painted on her face. “We thought he proposed because he always tells us how much he loves you. I don’t think moving in would be a bad decision, but keeping this love of yours at the level of a long-distance relationship would be.”

 Her words made you think about it from another point of view. You love Miguel; you love his smile, his freckles, his mind and his happiness. You always thought he is the other half you’ve been searching for, but you are too young to think about the marriage, you are too young and you didn’t want to plan the future now, you are just trying to live the present with Miguel.  You always though moving together is a big step for a couple, it means commitment and it can also scream that you think about a future together. But maybe that’s what you need, you need some place where only the two of you to belong to. You need something just for you at this moment. 

You shake your head and abandoned your coffee on the table next to the baldaquin. Everyone looked at you with confusion, but you just ignored them and, with small but precise steps approached Miguel. A few meters apart from him and you just ran and jumped on his back. You took him by surprise, but he managed to hold you tight and you laughed at the sight of the boys’ expression. 

As the game was interrupted, everyone spread and Miguel walked down the beach with him on his back. “Have you already booked the flight back home?” you asked as you jumped off of him and looked him in his beautiful blue eyes. They are indeed as blue and relentless as the sea on the stormiest night. 

“No, not yet. Why?” he clasped his hand with yours, and you just continued walking down the seashore. 

“Maybe we can take a detour in Sevilla first.”

“I thought you were going to stay in Madrid a few days before you’re going home.” he frowned and stopped from moving. He was disappointed, he thought he had the chance to spend some days alone with you, just with you, before you head back home and return to the usual facetime and texting. “I thought maybe Madrid would want to be my home.” you smiled at him, though he needed a few seconds to process the information you just gave him.

“I think it would be happy to be your home. I will be.” 

He smiled and attacked your lips with the most slow and passionate kiss, pressing his lips over yours, building a bridge so that your love could travel through your bodies. A moment like this should be celebrated in a unique way, but you couldn’t do that properly because of his friends whistling and clapping hands at you.

[aucelebrity]

Au Meme : Miguel Bernardeau and you are like siblings.

[christineeej94]

Masterlist ❤

a/n: So, I made a masterlist for you to find easier my work. All of them are not edited and I’m sorry for my bad writing. I love you guys. Kisses🌻

a/n: it’s updated. Check them out. Kisses🌻

Arón Piper x Reader:

🌻Parenting🌻

🌻Influencers🌻

🌻Benefits🌻

🌻Falling again🌻

🌻Singing for you🌻

🌻Love of my life🌻

🌻Extremely🌻

         ♠ Part one ♠

         ♠ Part two ♠ 

         ♠ Part three ♠

🌻Crush🌻

         ♠ Part one ♠

🌻Best friends🌻

🌻Promises🌻

🌻Neighbors🌻

🌻Fight for love🌻

Miguel Bernardeau x Reader:

🌻Crush🌻

         ♠ Part two ♠

[probably-writing-x]

Life with you.

Miguel Bernardeau x Reader

Request by @anasantijacobs : hi love!!!! I have started to read your works and they are amazing!!! If you aren’t busy, could you do a story where Miguel and the reader are both in Elite or actors and how their life is like in Spain?? gracias!!!!

Gif is not my own

Requests are open 🤍

“Miguel!” You laugh, hitting him with the pillow once again as you try to wake him up, “We’re seriously going to be late if you wait any longer!”

“Okay, okay, okay,” He groans, reaching out with grabbing hands to pull you towards him, “But I promise I’ll let them blame me if we’re late. So...”

With that, he pulls you down to his chest and wraps your arms around you tightly.

“Miguel!” You exclaim, soon relaxing against his touch, “I already got ready and now you’re messing me up.”

“It’s only table read, and you’ll look good either way,” He kisses your forehead, “What are your thoughts? Who do you think kills Polo?”

“We won’t find out if you don’t get your ass out of bed!” You point out, “Come on handsome.”

“Don’t try to sweet talk me into getting up,” He jokes, releasing his arms from around you.

You get up and readjust your clothes to make sure they weren’t too creased or messy. You’d opted for a simple pair of slim leg cuffed joggers with a cropped top and the sneakers that Miguel had bought you for your birthday. Your hair was up in a bun and you hadn’t bothered with makeup for the day. Once he’s rolled out of bed, he stands up behind you at the mirror and wraps his arms around you, chin perched on your shoulder.

“You look really hot,” He smirks, kissing your collarbone.

“Miguel Bernardeau, behave yourself!” You exclaim, “I’m going to grab us something for breakfast, youve got twenty minutes until you need to be ready.”

“Okay, got it,” He smiles, turning you round and pecking your nose softly, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” You can’t help but want to wrap yourself with him when he makes such soft gestures like that.

But you had a table read to be at and you’d already be the last there at this point.

- - - - - -

Eventually, the two of you are ready and you’re walking down the street - only being a short walk from your AirBnB to the set. You and Miguel had always stayed together when you were filming but had only started dating after the first season had ended. Ever since then, you’d realised more and more that you’d found the one.

“It’s such beautiful weather today,” He mumbles, hand interlacing with yours as you walk down the street you’d passed down numerous times before.

This was the street you’d walked when you first kissed him, and when he first told you he loved you. It had been after you’d had the most emotionally draining day of filming, after filming some of your most difficult scenes for Élite. He’d told you how proud he was and, in a moment started with him saying a simple ‘fuck’, he’d confessed those three words.

“Here, lets go the long way,” You comment, gesturing down the back alley that you took on days where you’d wanted to spend a little more time in the sun.

“What happened to worrying about us being late?” He laughs, moving your locked hands around so that he’d have one arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“Come on, we’re always late!” You roll your eyes, kissing his knuckles where your hands joined.

He turns and presses a kiss to your hair and the two of you walk a little slower than you should do for trying to reach a deadline. But it doesn’t matter. The crew had become used to you never being there when you should do anymore. It had always been tradition. Even from the first day of filming, before you and Miguel were even together. He’d set his alarm for the wrong time and you both turned up to set last. He’d been the only one to calm you down when you were terrified of the bad impression you might make as a consequence. He’d been the only one capable of calming your fear ever since then.

- - - - - -

“Hello!” Miguel grins as the two of you walk through the door into the table read room.

As expected, everyone is already sat in their respective seats.

“Hello, hello, hello,” Miguel laughs as he goes around to everybody and greets them individually.

“Hello honey!” Lu stands up to give you a hug, “You look gorgeous.”

You roll your eyes at her, “Are you kidding?”

You go on to greet Ester, Arón, Omar etc etc until you’ve said your hellos to everybody. You give Mina a hug and watch as Miguel takes his respective seat beside her. He turns and stops to give you one last kiss before you go off to your own seat.

“Fuck! You two are impossible!” Álvaro exclaims, laughing at the pair of you.

You roll your eyes and take your seat beside him, since he played your brother in the show, “Shut up and find out who kills you!”

Everyone laughs as he slings an arm around you and ruffles your hair.

And the long awaited table read begins.

- - - - - -

Whenever you spoke in a scene, you felt Miguel’s eyes on you intently listening to every word - you knew he did it because you did the same to him whenever he spoke.

“Scene opens with (Y/c/n) and Polo. They are at school in the empty corridor, graduation day is here,” One of the writers reads the non-verbal part of the script as everyone looks up to listen to the long awaited final scene between you and your sibling before his death.

“Congratulations Polo,” You begin, “At least one of us managed to graduate.”

“Come on, you know you’ll be fine. You’ve been through a lot this year, things will be different when you retake,” Álvaro says from beside you, “I’m sorry for what I’ve caused (Y/c/n).”

“No, don’t start with that Polo,” You continue, feeling some level of adrenaline build with each word, “I’ve heard it a thousand times from you. You’ll always be sorry for what you did, she was my best friend. And you’ll always regret what happened.”

“Fuck,” Álvaro mutters under his breath, out of script but instead voicing the words that everyone was thinking.

“I’ve heard it from everyone. Because I was the girl caught in the crossfire of your messed up actions,” You say, gripping onto Álvaro beside you as you can feel yourself becoming more immersed in the scene like it was your own life, “I was the one who lost Marina, and the one who’s brother fucking killed her.”

Álvaro wraps an arm around you as he starts to hear your voice shake against the words.

“But no matter what happens, I know deep down that I can’t possibly hate you. Every part of me tells me I should do, but there’s one part of me that will always be part of you. I’ve grown up since the day we were born with you by my side. And I know, that Polo that I used to dance in the lounge with, he was never ever capable of hurting somebody on purpose,” You speak, silently cheering for your characters confession, “I won’t ever forget what’s happened, but it would be impossible to not forgive you for something that you never intended to happen. So, fuck, Polo, I forgive you. You’ll never be the boy you were two years ago and I won’t be the girl I was, but I can’t go another day where I feel like I don’t have a brother anymore. So, I forgive you, okay?”

“That’s my girl!” Miguel cheers involuntarily, clapping with sheer pride at how you’d just acted that entire monologue.

Álvaro turns and wraps you in an embrace from beside you and you both sigh in relief at the end you’d both hoped for from your characters.

“Shit,” You mutter, wiping a few tears from your eyes, “Fuck, I’m so proud of her.”

Álvaro laughs and turns to continue with his lines for the rest of the scene. You glance up to find Miguel’s eyes which are completely focused on you. He winks at you and lets a grin spread onto his features and completely light up his face.

Your heart was practically racing from the scene that had just unfolded and you were pleased to have a few moments to recover as the next scene continued.

- - - - - -

“I forgive you, I forgive you!” Miguel exclaims the words written on the page, “I forgive you.”

Your heart clenches with every piece of you focused on his character would react to Polos death. You knew it meant a lot to him for them to have a good ending and it was clear that they were getting one here. Álvaro applauds him from the other side of the room and you do the same, all more than excited to see how the scene would play out when you actually filmed it.

And damn, now was your chance to be proud of him.

You continue through the scenes, though the producers don’t go any further than the end of the scene outside of the club - not wanting to spoil the final ends for each of your characters and where they’d end up after summer was over.

“Alright guys, lets call it there,” The exec says, “Good job everybody!”

You all clap and cheer for each other and Álvaro turns to hug you once again. Part of the show wouldn’t be the same now you wouldn’t have your on screen brother with you, the two of you had become like siblings off screen too.

Everyone starts to get up from their seats and begins to disperse amongst the room as they talk through their own characters endings for the season.

“Honey, I cant wait to see that scene!” Ester beams when she sees you, “It’s going to be incredible!”

You give her a tight hug, “I’m just glad they got the ending they needed.”

She goes over to chat to Danna as you make your way over to eventually find Miguel. He’s hugging Mina as you walk over, both of them over the moon with how things ended after the club with Nadia and Guzmán. He’d been rooting for the two of them since day one.

When he sees Mina looking over his shoulder, he turns to see you stood there.

“Baby, that was incredible!” He grins, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up to spin you around, “You’re going to do it so well!”

“Thank you,” You smile into him, “Same for you, that scene with Polo floored me.”

“Fuck, I cant wait to start filming that now,” He laughs, setting you back down onto the ground, “And neither of us end up graduating.”

“Looks like that place can’t get rid of us,” You joke as he leans down and kisses your nose gently.

“Fancy going to get some lunch?” He suggests, hand locking with yours.

“Yeah sure,” You nod, turning to where Omar, Arón and Mina stood behind you, “We’ll see you in a bit.”

“Bye guys,” Miguel smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder as he had done before, your interlocked hands connecting just over your heart.

Everyone in the cast knew the two of you were still practically head over heels for each other. They’d become so used to seeing you together everywhere, always sharing a passing comment here or a little hint at your adoration for each other. They’d see the little hidden moments you’d have where he’d kiss you after a scene, or the times when they’d see you both cuddled up asleep in your trailer. You’d become the couple of the cast and they knew it was going to last well after the show did. Nothing about it was superficial. They’d truly watched two people fall into each other’s lives by fate and simply remain there ever since - never finding any valid reason why they weren’t more than capable of going the long run with this relationship.

You were part of each other. And in late arrivals, falling asleep at sunrise, proud celebrations and adoring comments - you’d found someone who would always be a part of your success.

[idkwhatssup]

can someone make Arón Piper imagines? I need to feed my crush please

[mountaindcw]

hello ! just your friendly maeve here to advertise some of my wanted connections ! they can all be found at https://chromosome23hq.tumblr.com/ pls give them to me & in exchange you will receive my undying love

ciaran o’connell (miguel bernardeau) is looking for their older brother who is 34 (give or take a couple of years). the relationship between them would look like (younger by roughly ten years, ciaran has always felt pressure to live up to his older sibling.  this has only been fueled by the fact that their parents have always viewed ciaran as a disappointment, a failure to live up to the ridiculously high standards they placed on him. his sibling, on the other hand, has always lived up to their expectations. despite this, the two siblings are fairly close to one another. i don’t think they’d be a mutant, but i won’t say no to the possibility - it could be cool to see them hiding their mutation from the family, where as ciaran can’t keep his mutation hidden. he also works as a lawyer in the family law firm, most likely holding some position of authority over his younger brother. i’m asking to be contacted just so we can go over more specifics!) maeve could see them looking like (daniel sharman, bill skarsgard, aaron tveit, andrew garfield, grant gustin, paul wesley, utp)! you should message the mun at han solo lo lo lo lo#8494 or instant message me on my blog combustiibles

cleopatra zhao (gemma chan) is looking for their child who’s around the ages of utp. the relationship between them would look like (let me start by saying the sheer number of ways for this wanted connection to go, is why i’ve requested that you contact me! as an immortal, cleopatra has had her fair share of relationships and one of those led to the birth of her only child. and in true cleopatra fashion, she fucking ran. needless to say, her relationship with her child is pretty non-existent, but she does still care for them. i would like to think she’s even keeping an eye out for them. the rest of the details are pretty much up to you ! though depending on when they were born, they’d need some sort of immortality power or say self-resurrection?). maeve could see them looking like (natasha liu bordizzo**, jessie mei li, adrianne ho, fernanda ly, fan bing bing, leah lewis, lucy liu, philippa soo, thaddea graham, ross butler, ben levin, chella man, harry shum jr., lewis tan, remy hii, simu liu, yang yang, anyone at least ½ chinese/utp)! you should message the mun at @immcrtaliis or han solo lo lo lo lo#8494

noah sanouk (bright vachirawit) is looking for their paternal cousins who’re around the ages of 23-35. the relationship between them would look like (related to noah through his father, chareon “charles” sanouk an american born thai actor and most importantly, a mutant. i’d like to think that most members of the sanouk family are mutants, but that’s not a requirement ! as for a family dynamic, i imagine the sanouk’s being a close knit family but not without their share of drama ! because who doesn’t love family drama ?? i don’t have like a specific number of cousins, but i don’t think its a huge family ! charles would have maybe 1-2 siblings, meaning there is a possibility for a set of cousins who are siblings, or they’re just all cousins to each other ! i won’t bog you down with details, nor will i require that you contact me but i think this could be fun !). maeve could see them looking like (any thai fc (at least ½))! you don’t have to message the mun!

noah sanouk (bright vachirawit) is looking for their love interest (future partner) who’s around the ages of 23-26. the relationship between them would look like (to put this connection into simple words, i just think that literal sunshine noah pham deserves some love ! and i am an absolute sucker for romantic connections - especially when i get the opportunity to build up to their relationship ! i have a lot of ideas for how this connection could come about - which is mainly why i’d like to be contacted ! i do imagine they’d start of as friends or perhaps friendly is a better description and then what i’d imagine to be an obvious connection just sort of blossoms from there ! noah is a very loving, very affectionate person - i’d love to see him with someone who’s maybe not as open with their affection ? think along the lines of soft bf, tough bf/gf ! but again i am very flexible!!!). maeve could see them looking like (froy gutierrez, mason gooding, dieco tinoco, embre bey, omar ayuso, michael cimino, archie renaux, kaylee bryant, jessie mei li, aslihan malbora, anya chalotra, banita sandu, sydney park, utp+ but poc are preferred)! you should have to message the mun at @lumiiniferous or han solo lo lo lo lo#8494

[antlerqueer]

Hey, luv! Would you have any suggestions for a himbo character, late teens to early 20s? I imagined him as this tall, blonde *huggable tree*, but I'm not picky about the looks or age range (as long as he has appropriate resources), I just care about the wholesome VIBE. Thanks in advance! ❤️

Sure! If you're willing to bump the age up to mid to late twenties, Drew Ray Tanner (1992) is literally prime himbo character material.

Jonathan Daviss (1999)

Froy Gutierrez (1998)

Kekoa Kekumano (1998 - idk if anyone has made resources of him in The White Lotus yet but !!!)

Archie Renaux (1997)

Aubrey Joseph (1997)

Evan Mock (1997)

Nico Hiraga (1997)

Colin Ford (1996)

Mason Gooding (1996)

Michael Evans Behling (1996)

Miguel Bernardeau (1996)

Miguel Herran (1996)

Odiseas Georgiadis (1996)

Trevor Jackson (1996)

[cinderella-archive]

miguel bernardeau +👥

Christian Slather, é original da pequena cidade de Chelan (Washington, DC) cuja população não chega a 4 mil habitantes. Então, imagine o inferno que não foi ter crescido em uma cidade tão pequena, onde todos se conhecem, sendo gay? E filho do pastor local, opies. Christian levou uma surra em praça pública, aos quinze anos, quando o pai o flagrou experimentando roupas de sua irmã mais velha, a santa Magdalena. Ele fugiu de casa pouco depois, ao completar dezesseis anos, buscando acolhimento na maravilhosamente grande Nova Iorque. Lá, ele se encontrou, assumindo sua sexualidade. Ele usava o emprego para pagar a faculdade, sendo recém formado em ciências da computação. Chris é tímido e levemente inseguro, possivelmente por ter sido tão repreendido quando criança. Ele trabalha na área de sistemas de um banco, e qualquer semelhança com Oliver Hampton é proposital mesmo.

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The show's international cast includes Emily Beecham, Aneurin Barnard, Andreas Pietschmann, Miguel Bernardeau, Maciej Musial, Lucas Lynggaard Tonnesen, Rosalie Craig, Clara Rosager, Maria Erwolter, Yann Gael, Mathilde Ollivier, José Pimentao, Isabella Wei, Gabby Wong, Jonas Bloquet, Fflyn Edwards, Alexandre Willaume and Anton Lesser, among others. All the actors will speak in their mother tongue in the series, which was conceived from the start as a multi-lingual drama.

Emily Beecham Discusses New Mystery Series 1899 From The Creators Of Dark – Exclusive Interview

"On set, all of the actors can speak English, so the predominant language is English," she says. "It’s so amazing to hear the read-through, it sounded quite beautiful and to hear the characters interacting, or struggling to. It brings a really interesting feel to it." Any temptation to dust off language skills of her own? "Alas, I’m quite rubbish! I’ve been learning German, but everybody speaks good English! I'll pretend to myself that I can actually speak it better than I can, but I do really want to put time into learning it."

1899 also offers her the opportunity to work with some very new technology, with the show's creators spearheading the construction of a giant LED Volume of the sort that has been used for series such as The Mandalorian. According to Beecham, it offers a new layer of reality to the job. "We’re shooting on a ship and it gives you seasickness. Well, not that bad, but you get that feeling like you’re moving, which is so useful. It’s like being in a virtual reality world, that stage, like a giant playground, it’s fun!" It's also highly adaptable, and made for a big change in the shooting schedule: "The entire set can rotate. Because to change the camera angle, you can’t move the giant LED screens, so the set moves instead, and it’s very quick, so in between takes normally you wait hours to change everything and here you have none of that, it just moves. The first time I went on it, it felt like a stage, but you soon get rid of that because stage acting is very different. It’s quite nice, it feels like a stage in the best way."

‘1899’ First Interviews: Netflix & The Creators Of ‘Dark�� Talk Building Europe’s Largest Virtual Production Stage To Shoot Ambitious Multilingual Series

The team also shot plenty of footage on the ocean, and have built a significant physical set for their crucial location – the ship – at the Babelsberg facility. It has been an exhaustive prep process.

“You literally take post-production and make it pre-production,” Odar adds. “Everything has to be decided beforehand, you have to create it, build it, so it’s all ready to shoot in camera. You don’t use any green screen, ideally. I hate green screen, you need so much imagination, and the actors do too. Having it [the location] already on set is a big benefit. And then in the editing you already have it all there.”

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You are my home

Miguel Bernardeau x reader

a/n: I’m back bitches 😂 Yeah so I hope you like it. It’s the second part of ‘Be my home’. It took me ages to finish it, but I loove it. Anyway, enjoy it and tell me what do you think. 🌿❤️

Y/n is still adjusting her life in Madrid. She finds it a welcoming city, with smiling people immediately accepting her and embraced her with so much love. It’s not different from Seville, it has the same vibe; maybe Madrid is bigger and more modern. In Seville she was living her historical story, waiting for her Prince Charming, riding a white, beautiful horse and immediately falling for her. But instead a Prince Charming, she bumped – she literally bumped – into a blonde guy, with blue eyes, more restless than the sea on a stormy night and beautiful little freckles painting his skin.

Miguel is the best thing that happened to Y/n, that’s what she’s been telling him and everyone. She had the opportunity to glow up thanks to him, and because of him, Y/n had seen so many interesting places she always dreamed of. She was there for Miguel and watched him became the successful and adored man he is now. She knew he is working so hard, even before they moved together, but now, having the chance to see him the first thing in the morning and the last one late in the night, she understood that she didn’t knew even knew half of his hard work. He wanted to hide it from her, he wanted Y/n to see him only smiling, joking and only when he’s been able to show how much he loved her.

 But the love for him only grew stronger. First night he had came home exhausted since they moved in, and tried to ignore her, not wanting to taint her with his tiredness and negative thoughts. Despite the fact he pushed her away, Y/n didn’t allowed him to distance himself too much and wrapped her arms around him. They just stayed in the middle of the living room, on the floor, hugging each other and creating a bridge so that their feelings could melt into each other’s. That moment, he understood that his pain, tiredness and negativity would go away with only one touch and wave of her magic hand. She brings so much happiness in his life that Miguel really wonders all the time if she’s got any left.

Their house is literally a living hell, with all the windows wide open and the heat felt all day long that hasn’t decreased even a bit.  Madrid is a city of extremes when it comes to its climate – cold in winter and swelteringly hot in summer.  And today is no exception. Y/n felt like melting in their own house, no air conditioning working and too much humidity flying around. Ten post meridiem, the city has no intention on standing still, while Y/n – with her legs crossed beneath her small body, in front of her laptop – tries to wipe away the sleep.   

She’s been up since Miguel left for work early in the morning and hasn’t closed her eyes for even a minute. Working from home has its ups and downs, but she didn’t have the chance to it too much, moving in with Miguel was maybe too sudden and rushed for Y/n. She don’t like being closed between four walls seven days a week, in Seville she preferred walking to her office, grabbing the coffee she loves from Starbucks and – the most exciting part – choosing the perfect outfit. Y/n’s agency has no subsidiary in Madrid, so from the distance she still runs the one from Seville and it’s even harder.

During the dog-days of summer – which she is somehow surviving – her only concern is Miguel. He’s working hard and though he doesn’t have more scenes to shoot, they are all located under the ruthless sun of Madrid. 

Focused on finishing the assignments for today, Y/n is no longer paying attention to the noises around her. She got used to the loud engines running down the streets and the restless dogs around the neighbourhood. The door unlocked and opened at Miguel’s gentle touch and as soon as he saw Y/n concentrated on the little screen in front of her’s eyes, he took as long time as he needed to observe her. Standing on a bar height chair at one of the  counters with the kitchen’s door wide open and the wind blowing like crazy through the house, he found her hotter than ever, even hotter than the weather outside and there are only a few things that can beat that up.

“I’m home!” Miguel announces himself and takes his shoes off as she switched her eyes from the laptop to the clock that indicates eleven and five minutes already.

“Kitchen!” she called and stretched her back as he walked into the little kitchen.

Y/n smiled instantly at the sight of him. Miguel is beautiful, even with his head shaved and his tired eyes; he has that magic vibe constantly circling around and with a small, weary smile, he could light up everyone’s day. Her day is certainly better now.

“Hello, lovely!” Miguel greets and she sits up to wrap her arms around him tight. Their bodies connected like they are made for each other and all the heat and worries that bothered both of them through the day, disappeared as soon as they touched. His hands runs down on her exposed skin, making her shiver of longing and desire.

“Hi, handsome!” Y/n pulls apart from the hug just to get up on her toes to face him properly. Miguel is tall, Miguel is a giant to her and Y/n loves that. She loves to feel his big arms wrapping around her waist or to rest her head on his big shoulders. His hands stops from aimlessly wandering on her back and holds her tighter as she presses her forehead on his and smiles bright at him. Miguel smiles back and soon enough ends the teasing game she’s been playing and their lips touches and dances in a passionate waltz.

“Quite interesting the clothes you’ve chosen to wear today!” he teases her and slowly moves his hands up and down her spine making her shiver under his touch. Miguel is not used to Y/n walking in bra and shorts around his house, though she told him she has this habit back at home. He could just imagine her, with bare foot circling the apartment and the sun shines caressing her uncovered silhouette.    

“I’m sorry, I’ll go get changed immediately. I thought it’s a good idea since you’ve been gone all day.” Y/n agitatedly stepped back from his touch and turned around to find her way, still dazed from the staggering feel of his fingers tracing the shape of her. He just stares at her with a stupid smile on his face – the reality of her wandering partly naked on his house is even more intoxicating than his imagination.   

“No, it’s fine. I’ll get changed.” Miguel stopped her and under her beautiful eyes, he quickly crossed the living room. As he entered the bathroom, he slowly stripped the clothes he had been wearing all day and kept only his boxers. “We’ll have dinner in underwear. It’s gonna be fun.”

He wickedly smiled and abandoned the items on the floor as Y/n shakes her head. It’s a bad habit Miguel has. She doesn’t say any word about it because she knows how tired he is and the always-on-the-run life doesn’t have ‘orderly’ as synonym. Miguel turned to grab one beer from the fridge and rested his body on the window frame as he lighted up a cigarette and placed it between his fingers.

„Sorry I missed lunch, I’ve hangout with the boys. Are you upset?”

Miguel is concerned because Y/n looks tired than usual. Holding still a business from more than five hundred kilometres away is hard and she’s a hard worker. Y/n is working since sunrise until sundown with only small breaks and few bites of leftovers. Due to the fact of their busy lives, they are trying to spend any pause together, talking about everything, sharing their feelings and thoughts.

„No, no!” she shakes her head and turns to look at him while extinguished the cigarette and scrolled down his phone. ”I’ve got some work to finish anyway.” Y/n yawned and stretched her back.

„Oh, do you want me to help with dinner?”Miguel asked as he approached her and caressed her arms. Small drops of water start to hit violently the ground as a chilly wind invades the kitchen.

„It’s ready, I just need to set the table.” Y/n shakes her head and closes the laptop, reaching the cabinet for some plates.  

„It’s fine, I can do that.” Miguel pushes her away and moves back and forth through the kitchen to set the table for them. At least that he could do for her. Y/n kisses his cheek on her way to close all the windows from the house and as she trapped over his t-shit – soaked with his cologne and a scent of body perfume – she covered her body with it.  

„Thank you,love!” as she returned to the kitchen, the table was already arranged and ‘Fideuà’ is already on the plates. Y/n sat down in front of Miguel and started eating the large amount of noodles and seafood. “So, how was your day?” Miguel smiled at her, chewing before grabbing her free hand, intervening their fingers.

“I had a good time with the boys outside the set. They all miss you, especially Omar.” He laughed, playing with his fork. “We should go to the club soon. I think Arón said something about going to some club this weekend. We’ll see. How was your day? ”

“Gladly not as boring as the other ones.” Y/n chuckles and lifted her feet on his lap under the table. “I was around at María’s place.”

“María Pedraza?” he asked, surprised by her words. Not that it is a bad thing that they spent some time together – in fact María is one of his dearest friends and she likes Y/n really much – but he knows María is filming for a new Spanish TV show on Netflix in Marbella.

“No, no! Our neighbour. Only two houses down the street.” She is trying to explain him, but he’s paralyzed with that questioning look stuck on his face. He doesn’t know what to say or how to act, a million of thoughts flying inside his head, not knowing which one he should listen to.

“What?” he absently plays with the fork in his plate.

“Yeah, yeah.” She swallowed the food before speaking again, with her eyes searching for his, wondering what was going on with him. He knows her – Y/n is very sure they are friends, she saw them talking several times – but the lost look on his face and the distance he took after hearin her talking, made her thinking it was a bad idea telling him. “But she’s really sweet. I had a great time there, and Marco, the little one, is so smart and fascinating.” She smiled under his sight and continued: “She told little stories about when you moved in and-”

“What did she said? What did she said about me?” Miguel interrupted, agitatedly looking at her. If she’d knew, she’d be mad at him, but Y/n is all a smile and really showing she had a great day, killing the boredom socializing and it was good for her. But he couldn’t accept her hanging out with María.

“She said nothing. Is there something to say? Or more precisely, to remain untold?” Y/n placed her fork at its place when she stopped eating because the lump from her throat grew bigger, and watched Miguel as he sat up and walked to the window to light another cigarette.

“There’s nothing to be said. I just don’t like you hanging out with her. So please don’t do that anymore.” Miguel took a sip from his glass of red wine and looked at her between his eyelashes. He is speaking calmly, showing off a blank expression and trying not to make a big deal from this situation. She’s a grown up, she will understand that – or at least that’s what he taught.

“What?” she stood up from her seat and, confused, and shakes her head in an attempt to clear her head and understand better what he just said. But there’s nothing better to understand, there is no other implied in that sentence. “You can’t be serious.”

“Yes, I am very serious. I don’t like her, you shouldn’t be spending time around her. She’s not a good influence. ” Miguel explained and his hand moved up and down at his every word. He extinguished the cigarette on the window sill and threw it outside as he finished his drink.  

Y/n doesn’t have many friends here in Madrid. Between arranging her life in the new city and maintain the order in the office from far away, she hasn’t found any time to make new friends. Her best friends are spread into the world and they barely have time to see or talk to each other.  So the only friends she’s got in Madrid are Miguel’s friends and she feels the need to have her own friends. Spending some time with María  – the only girl around her age in the neighbourhood – made that place feel more and more like a home. Being away from Miguel, even for some talks, felt right and like a breath of fresh air.

“Ah, your friends got the best influence over you, right? Your friend Omar influenced you to start smoking and Arón convinced you to try those shitty things, that joint that made you threw up a whole night.” She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest as a defence. Y/n’s voice is a little bitter, but the last thing she wants is to offend him and his friends.

“That’s not the same! I did that because I wanted to for a long time. They just gave me some courage. Besides that, why are you attacking my friends? You like them!” Miguel pointed his finger at Y/n as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

She loves Omar and Arón. Omar in fact is one of her closest friends, she trust him almost as much as she trusts Miguel. Y/n knows that they have their best intentions, she doesn’t have the right to make comments to their address, but she’s hurt. His words hurt her pretty bad, the fact that he’s telling her with whom she should be spending her time, it means only that he thinks she’s not capable of taking care of herself. She’s a grown up, she moved all the way from Seville through Madrid and now it’s not the time to let her guard down and let him telling her stuff like that.    

“Yeah, I like them. Also I like María. You like her too, you talk to her sometimes!” Y/n lifted her hands and let them down again in frustration. She shook her head at him and turned to admire the street lights and the empty road beneath them.  

“No, I just talk to her so that she mind her own business and stay away from you.” He’s very free and easy despite the shocking words coming out from his mouth. Y/n felt nothing but astonishment and anger increasing in her body. They haven’t start to yell at each other for now, but she’s couldn’t make any promises.

“You told her to stay away from me? Why would you do that? I can take care of myself very well, you know!” Y/n looked him in the beautiful blue eyes that she fall for. She find them calm and softening despite the fact that they look nothing less than restless as the ocean itself.

“She’s a fucking whore, Y/n! She doesn’t even know who’s the father of that child!” Miguel’s voice suddenly  sounds louder and annoyed and Y/n could do nothing than feel her chin dropping. Miguel is the sweetest person alive and she never saw him losing his temper. Even of the screen, he found it hard to get mad, shout at one of his dearest friends and fake a fight. They don’t usually fight and even when they do, everything is so calmly and calculated. His burst made her step back a little and look at him.  

“That’s not true. Maybe yes, she’s got several boyfriends, but that doesn’t mean she’s a whore.” She felt the need to defend her though they’ve been knowing each other for maybe a few weeks. But how he could talk like that about her?

“I paid to fuck her, Y/n, trust me, I’m not talking in vain!” he shouted and it was too late when he realised the actual words that came out from his mouth.

The house filled with a deafening silence, only the clock’s ticking is animating the place now. Y/n has her eyes fixed on an invisible spot somewhere on the floor, words couldn’t find the way to came to the surface. Her face is blank for the first time tonight and Miguel can’t read any emotion. He could see the bright happiness that was painted on her face the moment Y/n saw him home, slowly fading away and melting with the confusion and anger. He wanted anything, to scream, to cry – well maybe not to cry – to see her face turn red and even see her showing off the disappointment he knows she feels right now. But it’s torturing him to see the woman he loves, standing silent in front of him, thousands of thoughts running through her mind and not knowing what kind of thoughts.

Miguel tried to reach her hand, but she stepped back and looked him in the eyes. She’s not crying, she’s not screaming, she’s just digesting the news with an indescribable calm. Miguel on the other hand, wants to shake her shoulders, to beg her in his knees to talk to him, to kiss her worries away. But he knows best it’s better for the both of them if he wouldn’t cross the line.

“I’m sorry. It’s not like that. It’s-“

“Hold it. I don’t want to hear or see you right now.” Y/n raised her hand and placed it in front of him, blocking the visual contact. Although she interrupted him, he wasn’t mad. At least he received some comunication from her side.

“It was a long time ago, before I even met you.” Miguel tried to explain himself, biting his lower lip desperately before he would find out what could possibly mean the fact that she doesn’t want to see him.

She hasn’t tought properly before she opened her mouth and let those words out. Indeed, Y/n does want some space and some silent place to think and think before she could talk to him again. But here in Madrid she doesn’t have anyone. She’s been out far too few times to know where to go and she’ll get lost immediately. She can’t go anywhere than the little market down the street all by herself and that made her angry.

“It’s fine, Miguel.” she talks softly and delicately squeezed his cheek. “I don’t want to see you right now, ok?” she smiled sweetly at him before sidestepped Miguel and grabbed a bag of gummy bears from the shelf.

Miguel should have shut up from the first place or shouldn’t have let her go that way. He should’ve said something, anything, he should’ve explained her about all that. It was about when he first started to work at the Elite project, it was just a one time thing. He paid for her services one time, when he felt lonely and so pissed that he couldn’t get one specific scene right. But soon enough, Miguel met the girl that changed his mind, the girl what was beside him for the day one and showed him a kind of love he never thought he would ever experience. He doesn’t know if she’s the one, but he does want to make things right. He wants her to be the one.

While he was trying to figure out the best way to explain her everything, Y/n was watching the ceiling with the bag of gummy bears beside and quietly playing on the background some random episode from Elite. She’s not mad at him. It would be stupid for her to be mad for every girl he dated or fucked in the past. She’s just having a hard time, staying to much locked in the house, working and keeping the house, it’s getting her on the verge.

Is she mad at him? Of course she is. He interdicted her to see someone, he’s being unnecessary protective over her and he don’t trust her enough, maybe, to know that she’s not going to did something like that. Is she hurt? Maybe she is. Maybe she is because she doesn’t know if that happened before they met, or after or maybe if it’s still happening.

Maybe she wouldn’t even care if he just fucked her; maybe she would’ve agree to him to not hangout with that girl again if he have had just told her that she’s an ex. But he told her he paid to fuck her. That’s what had shaken her. How could’ve done such thing? It would take just a little bit of respect from him to not buy a girl’s intimate parts. He didn’t treat that girl with the respect she deserved, maybe he’ll treat Y/n with the same lack of respect at some point.

Her eyes are hardly staying open and she can feel her body slowly beginning easy. A soft blast of cold air scattered into the living room and made her curl up on the small white couch. This room is her favorite, all white and black, they are the only people that could bring some colour into it. She loves it because it’s usually her office and every time Miguel enteres the room with a plate of food, it reminds her that the days, however bright or dark, she’s going to have him, the most important colour palette to animate her life.

When he entered the rood after he knocked a little on the door, he found her standing on the couch, her back facing the door and some episode from Elite playing on the TV. He smiled a little at the sight of her admiring his work. Elite is one of her favorite TV show, she watched it three times and never got bored of it, not a single time.

As he silently approached the couch, Miguel saw her beautiful eyes siled and a frowning painted on her angelic face. Although both of them are a restless whirligig spinning around all day, she has the most peaceful and motionless sleep. She’s not moving, and she’s barely breathing; Miguel on his late nights with no sleep, likes to stay as quiet as possible and listen to her quiet breathing. Y/n is an angel moving,is an angel sleeping, is an angel existing.

But he couldn’t just stare at her now, he couldn’t let her sleep on the chilly couch, curled up in a ball to warm herself. He tapped her shoulder repeatedly until Y/n slowly opened her eyes. She looked at him confused, and then it hit her – she fall asleep on the couch.

“Let me get you in bed, amor. Alright?” Miguel wrapped his hands around her little body and carried her through the house. Y/n rested her head on Miguel’s shoulder and slowly but surely she understood that her place is inside his arms.

Y/n is not mad anymore. Y/n is not angry at him, she’s just tired, she’s had a long day and all she wants is to stay inside his arms and fall asleep properly. She loves him very much and wonders every time if he’s the one. Maybe he is, maybe she wants him to be the one. Maybe Y/n and Miguel are made for each other, or maybe she wants to believe that way.

“I’m sorry we fight.” sleepy, she placed a kiss at the base of his neck as he opened the door of their bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.

“I know I am a jerk sometimes. I’m sorry I said that kind of things to you. You can hangout with whatever you want, amor. I am sorry.” he sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her cold body, in trying to warm her. Miguel ran his hands up and down her back as he placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead.

“It’s okay.” she yawned and sticked closer to his body. “I love you, you know? You are my home. You could’ve told me nicely the reason you don’t want me to hangout with her and I would’ve understood.”

“I know. I am sorry.” he keeps her closer to his body. “I love you too. Very much actually.” he chuckled and rubbed his nose against her neck.

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tags: @ang-26

[amorfatihq]

TAKEN / RABASTAN LESTRANGE (Miguel Bernardeau) is requesting their BOYFRIEND/PARTNER. You are required to contact Maeve and you can @diisgustednoiise.

Name of Requested Character:

n/a

Age Range:

23-35

Suggested Faceclaims:

justin h. min, alberto rosende, justice smith, keith powers, manny jacinto, michael b. jordan, lee jong suk, michael trevino, james reid, justice smith, brandon flynn, miles heizer, rahul kohli, sean teale, sebastian de souza, suraj sharma, alperen duymaz, bill skarsgard, robert pattinson, darren barnet, alex fitzalan, chance perdomo, george mackay, wolfgang novogratz, sam claflin, or UTP (i got carried away)

Connection Type:

boyfriend/partner

Background:

rabastan’s previous relationship ended up being somewhat of a disaster, in that he panicked about how serious it was becoming and ended things, before he fled the country for a few weeks. before this, it was good, rabastan grew a lot during it and he even experienced love for the first time. but of course, good things never last or so he thought.  

i have this idea in my head of them meeting or reconnecting or just growing closer (this depends on how long they’ve known each other) and there’s an undeniable spark. however, rabastan is reluctant to start a relationship, not out of fear of love rather, he doesn’t want to keep it a secret like he had to with his last relationship

so naturally theres a brief period where it’s just like ??? whats going on while rabastan is getting his ducks in a row. and then he comes out to his parents, and after what i’m sure is a huge fight he just rushes to your character because that’s who he wants to be with. and i will stop there before i start to sound too much like a rom com.

i will also throw in that rabastan is a member of the death eaters, who doesn’t always agree with their ideals. so he would definitely date someone who’s not a de, though i will caution that dating a member of the order might cause some tension!

and that’s really it for how i see it happening. the timeline of course, will be adjusted after we’ve discussed the details  !!  and don’t hesitate to shoot me a message if you need clarification but i do see this connection as being for the long haul !

as for the age range- i think it’s pretty flexible, albeit leaning towards the older sider and that is because rab behaves more like someone in their younger 20s in terms of taking care of himself, so i can’t see him willingly be with someone who’s the same way.

i’ll finish with some ideas of how they might know each other / just general character ideas, though none of these are mandatory !

a fellow pureblood. they could’ve grown up together, or maybe your character is older. obviously they knew each other but probably never expected they’d end up together. a beauxbatons/foreign wizarding school alum. okay, rabastan spent a few years traveling after he finished hogwarts so maybe they met during his travels and didn’t pursue a relationship because rabastan was leaving. but they’re now in london and the stars seem aligned?

they work for WWN. that’s it. zero and i discussed it and the fact that rodolphus would be annoyed about this is just great! plus imagine rab visiting them at work! how cute!

[thatshithurted8]

Requests Are Open

hey everyone! i have recently gotten back into writing and i just posted my first JJ Maybank imagine from outer banks. if you would like to go give that a read that would mean a lot to me, it’s called “Letters” :)

my requests are currently open for:

- JJ Maybank/Rudy Pankow

- Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan

- Peter Parker/Tom Holland

- Guzman Nunier/Miguel Bernardeau

- Ander Munoz/Aron Piper

- Carla Roson Caleruega/Ester Exposito

- Spooky Diaz/Julio Macias

- Rio/Manny Montana

i can also write for any character in any show listed down below:

- Outer banks

- Elite

- On My Block

[millenniumhq]

you remember draco malfoy

draco is nineteen and was in slytherin. they are now a trainee healer

draco is currently taken and is played by douglas booth

trouble had seemed to follow draco all through their years at hogwarts, and it started with harry potter rejecting them and their offer of friendship. the feud that brewed between them only grew more harsh and cruel, understanding a foreign concept to them both. meanwhile tensions at home continued to rise as well. draco had just been trying to survive, they were just a child when they were forced to take the mark and serve the dark lord. but draco showed their true loyalty when they left the battle with their mother and never looked back. ever since they have been working to undo the damage they caused, making apologies to many of their old friends and others as well. it hasn’t gone well, as one can imagine draco’s reputation precedes them into a room. but draco won’t give up on making amends until it’s all done, ending of course with harry potter.

connected to

HANNAH ABBOTT: draco didn’t immediately go in to training to become a healer, it took them over a year to recover from the battle enough to pursue anything at all. when finally they were ready they chose a life of service to others, part of making amends in their mind. hannah is above them, the star student, meant to be a mentor to draco for all intents and purposes. the two both feel the tension between them and draco wishes they’d just confront them and get it over with already but hannah has been resolute and quiet when not telling draco something they need to know.

ASTORIA GREENGRASS: when draco was introduced to astoria, they thought they were like all the other pureblood princesses they’d been introduced to over the years. astoria was ambitious and draco didn’t want to be a rung on their ladder. but as the two got to know one another draco realized how different astoria was and truly the greengrass helped draco heal.

connected with

ASTORIA GREENGRASS: she’d heard rumors about him while in school, despite being two years ahead, word had travelled. but like her she felt the rumors about him were mostly false and unfair and so when she finally met him she went in thinking nothing bad. she found him to be dealing with trauma and she felt deep compassion for him. the two began to spend a lot of time together and astoria isn’t sure what to call it but she knows she loves his company and their talks and that’s all that matters to her.

HERMIONE GRANGER: hermione was the first to forgive draco, to realize they were just a kid asked to do impossible and unspeakable things. hermione forgave them yes but they couldn’t forget all the pain they’d caused, and seeing ron struggle to comfort george kept them just angry enough to never want to see or speak to draco malfoy ever again

PANSY PARKINSON: they had been close once and after the battle she reached out to him. for a while he ignored her letters but eventually he began to respond. they’ve been corresponding this way for the last two years but haven’t seen one another during that time. pansy isn’t sure being seen with draco is the best idea but he’s been a good friend to her and she won’t easily abandon him.

suggested fcs

douglas booth, austin butler, jeremy irvine, archie renaux, miguel bernardeau, alvaro rico, thomas doherty, lorenzo zurzolo, austin abrams

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☆ . · . miguel bernardeau, twenty-one, male, he / him . · . ☆ fitzwilliam 'fitz' phénix-alvarez lives in that huge mansion over there! no, not that one. look for white stucco walls & terracotta shingles and that’ll be it. the nhl defenseman has offered occasional glimpses of soft yellow walls and an impressive collection of plants in the background of social media posts, but all of that is nothing compared to seeing the opulence in person. they’ve remained protective as ever since moving to tercet court two months ago, but it seems like they might’ve gotten a little more mistrustful too. maybe that’s why they’re rumored to have such a distant relationship with everyone else who lives on this street. ☆ . · . ooc info: ollie, they / them, 21, est . · . ☆ career claim: cale ma/kar.

BASICS

Full name: Fitzwilliam Phénix-Alvarez Nickname: Fitz Birth date: September 29th Languages: English, Spanish, Quebecois Francois Hometown: 

PHYSICAL

Age: 21 Weight: 196 lbs Height: 6′2″ Body build: athletic, lean Eye color: grey-blue Faceclaim: Miguel Bernardeau Glasses or contacts: neither 

Tattoos: a raven in flight over his left shoulder blade, monochromatic vines winding up his left bicep

Scars: most predominantly a thin scar near the base of his neck where a skate slashed him when he was fourteen ; several other smaller scars of less note, especially on his hands --- much less noticeable

PERSONALITY

Good personality traits: observant, calculating, protective Bad personality traits: mistrustful, dishonest, aggressive 

Fitz comes across as very confident and in control, and at ease in his skin. The truth couldn’t be farther from it. He works hard to put forward the easy front he does --- and some days he can’t tell which one is more real. He has a dishonest smile that masquerades as honest, and a tendency to manipulate those around him when necessary to shed suspicion off himself. He can be almost charming at times, at least extremely amiable. Despite all this, Fitz is not rash or impulsive -- in fact everything he does is carefully calculated, though he goes to great lengths so it does not come across as so. The one place he feels truly effortless is on the ice.

He finds it hard to truly allow people close to him and to really see beyond the most superficial layers of himself. Furthermore, there is a deep-seated fear of not being enough and being forgotten ; he finds it easier to not let anyone close so there’s less chance of this happening.

THE STORY ( i rly was gunna try to write this nice and eloquently but... u get this instead 😔 )

— fitz was born to up and coming spanish actress reyna alvarez in chicago. the result of a messy one-night stand, but reyna ultimately decided to keep the baby. he is indeed named after fitzwilliam darcy from pride and prejudice bc his mother’s first breakout role was in a film adaptation of the book and she loved the book after reading it. how unfortunate for him.

— his birth father was never in the picture, but the man he would come to know as his father came into the picture a year or so after his birth. already one of the top architects in north america, paul robert phenix was in chicago for a conference and he and reyna fell in love. fitz has been told it’s was all very romantic. so then the happy family moved to pittsburgh where his father’s architecture firm was based.

— despite growing up with two parents who raked in a fair amount of cash, they made sure nothing was just given to fitz. they’d both had their humble beginnings and big believers in tough love, they made sure not to spoil their son. they did however make sure he was sheltered from the media when it poked around and the two things they did pay for without question were his education and sports.

— he started playing hockey when he was six after seeing a pens game on tv while they were out at dinner and knowing he just had to do it --- and never stopped. he got recruited to the us national team development program when he was sixteen and spent his last two years of high school in michigan living with a billet family most do who are with the program, which gave him a huge sense of “normalcy.” but really he was far from normal, his development taking great steps over those two years leading up to his draft year.

— queue the cale ma/kar career claim lads aka all the hockey development & logistics u can probably skip if u don’t care laksdjf: 

 one year before graduation and a draft, he vocally committed to playing at university of massachusetts - amherst. he went fourth overall to the la kings in the 2017 draft ( yeah technically irl that pick belonged to the avs but sh ), and proceeded to remain loyal to his commitment and play two years at umass despite his new top five prospect status. he was put into a first pair role from the start of his freshman year ( 2017-18 ), was a huge part in bringing the umass team up from the bottom of the standings. he plays for team usa in world juniors 2017 and 2018.

his sophomore year ( 2018-19 ), they make it all the way to the frozen four. fitz gets announced as the hobey baker winner and the day after they get knocked out of the tournament. not long after that he signs his entry contract with the kings and finishes out the season with them. he scores his first nhl goal on his first shot in game 3 of the first round of playoffs irl the kings don’t make playoffs but again shh. they get knocked out in the first round and fitz goes home and trains harder than ever.

he come back to kings training camp the next season ( 2019-20 ) more determined than ever to make the team. he does so out of camp and has an incredible rookie campaign. he gets injured in december and misses a few games but is back mid-january. fitz is given the calder ( award that goes to the best rookie in the nhl ) at the end of the season. technically cale hasn’t won this yet but we all know he will.

— la is a bustling city and fitz is a fan of one night stands : he just doesn’t feel like he has time for a relationship and hookups scratch that itch. he’s not an asshole about it, really. there is typically that understanding that this is a one time, no strings attached thing. but this one girl he sleeps with in march obviously does not get this memo and continues to not get the memo. she starts seriously stalking him in the following months and eventually he gets a restraining order against her ( use ur imagination kids ). he’s not really comfortable staying in his own apartment downtown for the time being though after he still sees her around. he stays with a teammate until the season ends, which then brings us to his connection to tercet court.

— paul robert phenix, now world reknowned architect, had a hand in designing several of the homes on tercet court, including one in the style of old money spanish mediterrianian villas that he designed with his wife in mind to be their new home. fitz’s mother had loved the house and moved in for a few years after the court opened but with her taking fewer roles up in the movie industry and getting exceedingly more lonely, she decided to embrace the more nomadic livestyle of her husband and moved out about a year and a half ago. since then the home stood vacant ( though certainly still cared for by several paid landscapers and maids ) until fitz’s dilemma arose a few months ago.

— a few phone calls and a begrudging agreement to pay the extremely steep taxes on the place for the year ( again, tough love and fitz may be a pro-athlete but he’s still making less than a million a year with his entry level contract ), and fitz moved in about two months ago ( say mid-may ).

MISC

— tri-lingual. father is french-canadian and his mother is spanish. needless to say he grew up a little confused. that worked itself out soon enough though. uses he uses quebois french in-season kind of frequently to talk to a couple teammates. really only uses his spanish to talk to his mother and family.

— since moving in fitz has filled the mansion with plants. he absolutely does not seem like a plant guy but he is... absolutely loves it. his major at umass was kinesology bc he thought it would be the most helpful and knew he wasn’t going to graduate but he snuck in some out-of-major classes on horticulture. truly just likes plants a lot. they don’t judge him.

— probably set up his own puck shooting pad in the backyard. why not there’s enough space. he had to retrieve a couple pucks from the bottom of the pool though which has been good incentive to not miss the net lmao. he also has revamped one of the rooms in the house to have synthetic ice.

— runs in the morning before it gets hot. skates a few days of the week in the afternoon. home gym in the house is definitely a perk but he prefers to work out with others because it feels more productive.

— probably drives like. a range rover.

— offensive defenseman. likes to jump up in the rush and is good at break out passes as well as zone entry. earned his place quarterbacking the first powerplay towards the end of the season. he can be quite physical when he needs to be though and don’t ever go after his goalie. ( his nhl.com player page )

— he’s not a recluse by any means, but he has no desire to built connections in tercet court so probably hasn’t actively reached out. they’re likely to have met outside of the small community or if your character forcibly came and introduced themselves. or if they knew each other already mayhaps??

— oh and he’s bi. like really really bi. obv not advertised given his career path but he’s not having some crisis over it either. it just is. probably has a stack of nda’s next to the condoms ready to go at anytime alsdkfj.

OOC

hey lads. i’m ollie !! for those around for round 1.0 of this rp i played alya ( the sports photog ). i am back and this time going back to what i do best : playing hockey boys 😔😔😔.