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hunter-harris:

“You like the view?” He asked with cockiness laced in his tone, a small smile playing along his lips, as he noticed his best friend staring at him. “I know, I’m too hot to handle. I’m irresistible. God didn’t spare the sexy when he made me.” He shrugged before letting out a chuckle at his own ridiculousness and throwing himself on the couch next to the woman, carelessly placing his socked feet in her lap. When she finally spoke, Hunter couldn’t help but shake his head, “A haircut? That’s why you were so busy staring at all this?” He gestured up and down his body with the hand that wasn’t holding a glass of whisky, before laughing and shaking his head. They’d been friends for nearly as long as Hunter could remember, which is why she was one of the few people he let his guard down around, and who he could allow himself to just fuck around with. He didn’t mean anything by it, and he was sure she knew this. “A fake ID?” Hunter questioned and his joking attitude was pushed aside, as he went into business mode. “You know what I do, so you’re well aware I could get you one. The question is… What do you need it for?” He tilted his head to the side, keeping his eyes on the woman with his feet in her lap. “You’re thirty-one, y’know? You can go to bars without a fake. Just thought I’d let you know.” He joked and shook his head slightly.

“Oh Hunt, I wonder how I’m still breathing. You and your massive ego barely leave any room for air,” she replied, the words following the roll of her eyes. Aracely definitely wouldn’t be the one to give him the satisfaction of being right, she’d leave that to the hoard of girls she knew damn well fawned over his every move. Not that she found herself being much different from them at times. “You know, maybe I was concerned you weren’t shaving down there either, Bigfoot. Self-care is very important,” she said, poking at his feet on her lap. It was a thinly veiled excuse, something that didn’t come out of Aracely’s mouth very often. She wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, nor did she find herself trying to cover her tracks when she found herself looking at someone. If it had been anyone else, she would’ve just admitted it, because she couldn’t ever really bring herself to care what people thought of her. She just hated admitting that the same sentiment didn’t apply to her best friend. That somedays she cared a little too much about what he thought of her. “Thanks for pointing out that I’m officially old,” she responded with a laugh. “What if I wanted to run away, start a brand new life? I could so be a city girl, LA, New York, live in one of those high rise apartments paid for by some billionaire,” she joked.

#c; hunter harris

adelitamijares:

Adelita knew she probably should’ve been more offended by the other woman’s words, but all she could do was laugh it off. Maybe she was just at the point of being too sleep-deprived to not really care, despite her actually really being used to trying to please everybody around her. There was a point in her life where everyone’s approval was as needed as the air she breathed. “Valid point,” she merely replied, the soft smile still on her lips as she gave the woman a nod. “Just… you know, looking out for your health and whatnot. Too much of those prepackaged stuff isn’t good for anybody,” Addie said with a shrug. “But anyways, thanks for your uh, your… help,” she added the last word, though she knew it wasn’t the accurate one to use.

The side of Aracely that those that weren’t close to her saw wasn’t always the most favorable. She was guarded and short, as if she had a grand reason for it, some tale that explained why she didn’t enjoy getting close to anyone. But there wasn’t any, she just simply didn’t like people very much. It wasn’t because her parents had died when she was young, or that from the time she was a child, she wasn’t any good at making friends in the first place. Aracely told herself it was just that nobody around her was worth seeing her better side. We’re all gonna die anyways, who gives a crap if it’s from over-processed food? “Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” she replied, nodding slowly. She knew the brunette meant well, it was just that she was an asshole by nature. “Yeah, well, I hope you figure out whatever you needed those eggs for.”

#c; adelita mijares

abeldenman:

abel didn’t know if he would be returning to white lily again. it was worth at least checking out different places. however he was someone who stuck to his normally haunts. he hadn’t been expecting to catch someone staring at him. normally one would assume that she would turn away when he pointed out that she had been caught. he was taking another sip of his coffee as she confessed her reason for looking his way,” setting your standards high i see,” he said after a moment,” so why not go home to charge your phone if that’s your sole form of entertainment?” he didn’t know why he was asking since he honestly didn’t care.

There wasn’t much about Aracely that was apologetic. She didn’t shy away from anything, or get embarrassed very often, because it was just who she was. She didn’t have a reason to be at the cafe today, she wasn’t working. But Aracely happened to like the coffee here, even when it wasn’t made by her. “Oh you should feel flattered, I’m very picky with who I look at,” she replied teasingly, taking another sip. “Well, I’m not done with my drink yet,” the words fell from her mouth as she lifted the cup up, as if what she’d said was the most obvious thing in the world. “Besides, being at home gets boring too. I bet that’s why you came here to do your work,” she pointed out.

#c; abel denman

location: his place

with: @hunter-harris

Sitting on Hunter’s couch in his living room, she’d come to exactly one realization after her third glass of whisky. Her best friend was hot. She wished she’d gotten along with someone ugly when she was younger, because maybe she wouldn’t be thinking about how he was hot if she’d picked an ugly friend 19 years ago. Aracely vividly remembered the image of a young her having a stern conversation with a few of her aunties about how boys were the epitome of trouble. It was funny though, because she’d always thought it was the opposite. She was the crazy, impulsive one, not him. It was just less obvious back then. In her derailing thoughts, she’d almost forgotten that she’d been blatantly staring at Hunter this entire time, her brows furrowing as she finally filled the silence in the room. “You need a haircut.” The words slipped from her mouth with ease, the last sip of her drink going down almost as easily as the words came out. She set her glass down, bringing her legs to the top of the couch and letting her head rest on the pillow before looking at him again, “Hey, can you get me a new fake ID?”

#hope this is okay!#c; hunter harris

hellcgccdbye:

aracelyfms:

Aracely decided she was blaming her attitude on being at work, instead of the actual reason she was being particularly hostile towards them. “Yeah, and then he makes out with her. I guess he had some charm after all.” Aracely paused for a moment, the plotline in Pretty in Pink rolling in her head. It was a bit ironic, Willa bringing up the guy who had a crush on his best friend and never had the guts to say anything. Sounded a bit familiar. She pushed the connection to the back of her head, rolling her eyes. “You know what, you’re right. You could totally be Duckie, the dork who never gets their happy ending, congratulations,” she replied, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “Yes.”

Perhaps it was their own felt for bringing it up, but Now Willa’s thoughts were on movies of the 80′s and an analysis of The Breakfast Club, “So he was unlikable, but he did get a happy ending,” The thought of movies was a welcome distraction, as they hadn’t even understood quite where this… aggression came from. Well, on second thought that wasn’t entirely true. Willa knew Aracely was close with a certain ex of theirs, and she’d never been that engaged with their relationship in the first place. Perhaps Hunter had said something about them to her? Something… not very kind or savory, probably, “Yes, well, the bitter b-word doesn’t often get the love interest or the happy ending,” Willa took a sip of their own coffee in return, mirroring the barista, “Movies might be telling you to take the hint.”

“He was an anti-hero, you weren’t meant to like him anyways,” she commented without hesitation. There was an ironic little story about how Aracely had come to dislike Willa more than she had any of Hunter’s other significant others, and she was the only one who knew why. Because once upon a time, Aracely had realized that she had just a little crush on her best friend, and decided that she’d tell him. They’d always been close, and she didn’t like keeping secrets for him. A part of her thought they’d just have a nice laugh about it and then she could move on with her life. But then Willa came around into the picture just as she had gotten the guts to do it, and for that, for forcing Aracely into a loss for words, she hated Willa. It was a little dramatic, she knew, but Aracely couldn’t bring herself to care. “Who says I don’t already have my happy ending?” she replied with the raise of her eyebrow. It was a half-truth at best, and even she knew that. “Please. I don’t take advice from people who run off every guy they like.”

#c; willa macintosh

♥, ▼

♥ - family headcanon

aracely’s parents died at a very young age, her memories of them scarce and almost exclusively limited to pictures her aunties had of them. she does have one remnant of them, her mother’s necklace that she still wears. it’s simple, a small diamond inches above her chest held by a gold link chain. aracely never takes it off, knowing that she may forget or lose it.

▼ - childhood headcanon

growing up, aracely was raised by her aunties, who instilled in her the values she knows today. there was never a dull moment in her childhood, though it was certainly an unconventional one. she became a skilled marksman from a young age, an excellent fighter, before she became older and learned the truth of her roots. but having such an unconventional childhood often meant that aracely didn’t fit in with kids her age. her social skills had never caught up to the rest of her talents, and her temper had her labeled as a bad girl from the time she moved to everton.

#death tw #aracely ( memes )

POCAHONTAS: Something new you taught someone.

“I teach people things all the time. Lessons, information, it’s all valuable in its own way. But you don’t really have to directly say something to someone for them to learn what’s best for them, sometimes things can go entirely unspoken, and be extremely powerful. But to answer your question, I taught someone, well more than just one person, that being on someone’s bad side usually doesn’t end up so well. Don’t know how long they’d be alive to remember it though.”

#aracely ( memes )#murder tw

ariel & simba

Ariel: Where do you think you belong, and why?

“Right where I am. Fuck thinking about the what-ifs, because that’s all they are. I’m perfectly content with my life.”

Simba: Something a parent has taught you.

“Well, sorry to dampen the mood, but I never really knew my parents. They died when I was pretty young. I do have aunts though, they’re kind of like parents, I guess? They taught me to be strong, and badass, and they taught me what it means to be a woman.”

#death tw #aracely ( memes )

☮ ☆

☮ - friendship headcanon

friendship is a rare thing to come by when it comes to aracely, but those who are her friends would likely see her for so much more than her outwardly blunt personality. she’s the life of the party, the kind of person who somehow always makes you feel included as different as you may be. based on her lifestyle and how she acts, you wouldn’t think she has a big heart, but when it comes to those she cares for, it’s there.

☆ - happy headcanon

she has a loud laugh that’s almost too contagious. aracely doesn’t laugh often, but when she does, it’s hard for her to stop. she likes watching those ridiculousness clips of people failing at any task imaginable. she knows it’s a little sadistic, to enjoy watching people get hurt and look dumb doing it, but then again, that isn’t very out of character for her.

#aracely ( memes )

adelitamijares:

“That’s a lot of ramen. You having a sleepover with friends?” Addie asked, hoping she didn’t sound like she was judging as she let out a light laugh, mostly just laughing at herself for how forgetful she became this morning. “Yeah, you’re right. They definitely do. Did I plan on making a cake? Was it something to do with dessert?” She asked, mostly directed at herself before she let out a deep exhale. “I’m sorry this was totally random. The lack of sleep’s really getting to me, I guess,” she chuckled. “You know, not to pry and not to sound like such a mom, but I couldn’t help but notice in your cart, and I could totally give you some suggestions for some quick recipes? They’re super easy to make, definitely a lot healthier too.”

"No," Aracely found herself responding dryly. She could've explained as to why she was buying an entire box of ramen noodle packets, that they stayed good for a long time, even when she was out of town, but she was more concerned about the woman across from her thinking she was having a sleepover. *As an adult.* She became further puzzled by the next words she heard. "...Am I supposed to answer that?" she replied, her words spoken slowly and with uncertainty. Aracely was starting to think this woman was a little crazy, if not very strange. The expression of confusion on her face quickly dropped with the offer, Aracely crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, no. I don't really take recipes from people who can't remember why they're buying eggs."

#c; adelita mijares

hellcgccdbye:

Willa hadn’t even realized they could be heard by anyone else in the coffee house, their mind too focused on the repetitive music playing than anyone else. Honestly, next time they just ought to bring headphones and drown out the outside noises of the patrons and coffee machines - and Aracely’s sass, for that matter. The assistant turned their head painstakingly slowly to make eye contact with the barista, staring at her for a few long moments before putting together an appropriate response, “John Bender from The Breakfast Club is very unlikable. He assaults Claire at one point. So is Duckie from Pretty in Pink.” The clicking of the pen did not slow as Willa spoke, with the motion instead helping them think more clearly, “Was that a jab at me?”

#c; willa macintosh

abeldenman:

location: white lily cafe

with: anyone

@everafterstarter

normally he wouldn’t be going over the books in a public place. it would either take place in his office at work or even his study at home. yet he felt as if he needed a change of pace. that was what had led to him going to the white lily cafe. it was not a place that he frequented but he had heard good things. plus he was in need of some coffee and he had settled on a rather large cup. he took it black with no sugar or creamer. his fingers were typing like mad as he was going over the numbers for the month. everything was in decent shape but he always looked to double check. he was reaching for his half empty mug when he realized that someone seemed to be looking his way. he cleared his throat and went to take a long sip from it,” either you are spacing out or you want something or i’m just that fascinating to look at so which is it?”

It was so like her to forget to put her phone charger in her bag, working with half battery since the walk of shame she’d done this morning. So when her phone went black and her drink was still half full, she’d decided on doing the next best thing: peoplewatching. Sure, Aracely generally didn’t like them, but they were interesting. Her eyes skipped over the regulars, faces she’d already seen an unbearable amount of times and settled on someone she happened to know didn’t come here often. “I’m bored. My phone died. Plus, you’re a lot prettier to look at than the guys who haven’t showered in a week,” Aracely replied with the shrug of her shoulders.

#c; abel denman

MEME MONDAY / HONESTY HOUR

aracely / alana

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hellcgccdbye:

Willa didn’t take their work out of their home or the office very often, always looking over their shoulder even when nobody was around. However, today was supposedly going to be easier, just going over a few notes from the past meetings and typing them up ( in Willa’s signature overly-meticulous way ) to send to their superiors. Still, being in the White Lily Cafe made Willa anxious as ever. Then again, didn’t everything? “Jeez, have they played Come On, Eileen like three times now?” Willa grumbled to themself, clicking their pen on and off repeatedly on impulse. The sound might’ve been annoying, but Willa wasn’t even paying attention, “Feel like I’m in a John Hughes movie.”

@aracelyfms

Aracely didn’t actually like her job. It likely had something to do with the fact that she generally disliked most people. Working at the café was just a way to get any wandering eyes off her back, a day job separate from her real calling. It was her place of work, she technically wasn’t allowed to get angry or annoyed at customers, that whole the customer is always right bullshit ringing through her head. But it was Willa. And maybe she would’ve ignored how they’d been clicking their pen, but then the frickin’ John Hughes line came right after she’d managed to get past it. “Oh, Willa, they actually chose likable people with plenty of redeeming qualities to play the protagonist in those movies,” she spoke a little too loudly.

#c; willa macintosh #she's so aggressivekfjhgkjld

adelitamijares:

location: everton grocery

with: anyone! @everafterstarter

“My head’s completely blank right now, and I didn’t bring a grocery list with me or anything – which I definitely should have – but I know for a fact that eggs were one of the ingredients I needed for whatever it was that I had initially planned on making. This is going to sound really random but do you have any suggestions as to what kind of meals or desserts eggs could be used for? Just to jog my memory a little?” Adelita asked, showing the person a sheepish smile. “I’m really sorry for this. I wholly blame the lack of sleep for this one.”

“Uh, I don’t really cook,” she replied, stopping the movement of her cart and coming to a standstill. Of course, anyone would be able to tell that she was indeed telling the truth, Aracely’s grocery list consisting of prepackaged meals and far too many packs of ramen for a 30-something year old. She liked to use the excuse that she was too busy to make herself a homecooked meal, but really, she’d just never learned. It wasn’t too high on her aunties’ list of priorities, and besides, Aracely happened to think that cooking for one was incredibly depressing. “Cake... has eggs, right?” she replied, her tone more contemplative than anything.

#c; adelita mijares

isabellehuanca:

locaton: Wish Bakery

@everafterstarter

Isabelle found herself at the bakery frequently, as her love for sweets and bread knew no bounds. Despite the fact that the bakery seemed to have every person in town with the same idea as her, Isabelle approached the scene with delight. She stood just outside of the shop, taking her place in line as she smelled the air around her. It was filled with the scent of freshly baked goods and brewed coffee, which made her stomach growl in hunger.

“Ooh, it all smells delicious.” she mused to herself, paying no attention to anyone who could overhear her. “How am I ever going to choose what to get?”

Oh God, I mean was it possible for anyone to sound anymore like a total cliche? Aracely was just about cursing herself for deciding last minute to stop at the bakery on her way to work. The White Lily Cafe had baked goods too. Sure, they weren’t as good here, but she’d almost take the subpar cake slice over risking a cavity just waiting in line. The saccharine tone felt as if it was oozing out of the walls of the place, everyone far too peppy at this hour of the day for her liking. Of course, she was impulsive and wild in her own way, but anyone close to Aracely knew there was nothing sweet about her nature. “Feels like that’s more of an inside-your-head kinda thought.” she remarked dryly.

#c; isabelle huanca

hello everyone!! below i’ve posted my about page for aracely, my first character, and below the cut are some general wanted connections :)

ABOUT (contains aracely’s character bio as well as some headcanons and aesthetics for her as well) (tw: murder & death)

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#aracely ( about )#everafterintro

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