Aug 7
Fancast for The Tenant by Freida McFadden cuz I'm bored.
I know it's not 100% age accurate but I can't stop picturing it.
Blake Porter
Or
Krista Marshall
Or
Whitney Cross
Or
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from India
seen from Russia
seen from Taiwan
seen from United States
Fancast for The Tenant by Freida McFadden cuz I'm bored.
I know it's not 100% age accurate but I can't stop picturing it.
Blake Porter
Or
Krista Marshall
Or
Whitney Cross
Or
Off the Record….Chapter 8
info: As Y/N tries to open herself up to something new, a simple ice cream date with Tyler turns into a connection she never expected. Meanwhile, Nicholas begins to realize that seeing his best friend with someone else may be harder than he imagined. warnings: suggestive content, sexual references previous chapter
The soft glow of Y/N’s lamp illuminates the notebooks and pens scattered across her desk. She’s bent over her notes, headphones playing classical music as she tries to catch up on what she missed after yesterday's class.
The faint sound of explosions and gunfire escapes through her headphones as Nicholas and his friends, Blake and Justin, play Call of Duty in the living room. The loud shouts, laughter, and the clatter of controllers caused her to pull away from concentrating. Y/N sighs, pausing mid-note.
She tries to focus, turning the music up louder, but another shout of “YES! Got him!” pulls her attention again. She rubs her temples and mutters under her breath, pulling the headphones from her ears. She pushes her chair back and stands up, walking to the kitchen to grab a drink.
As she walked in, Y/N scanned the room. Nicholas is sitting in his usual spot with a bottle of water in his lap, concentrated on the TV in front of him. Justin sits on the opposite side of the couch, in Y/N’s spot, and Blake sits in between the two.
“Hey, Y/N.” Justin looks up briefly.
“Hey, guys.” She quickly waves, trying to avoid as much interaction as possible.
Justin immediately turns back to the TV, controller in hand, unfazed.
“Suppppppp.” Blake draws out, giving a cheesy grin.
Y/N smiles faintly and turns to leave the kitchen, walking back down the hallway towards her room. Blake leans toward Nicholas, giggling and peeking down the hallway to make sure Y/N was gone.
“Yo… why haven’t you smashed her yet? Or… have you?” He asks with another giggle.
“No. She’s like my sister. Chill.” Nicholas rolls his eyes.
“Man… she’s hot. She’s way too hot for you. She’s single, right?” he chuckles, nudging Nicholas with his elbow as Justin rolls his eyes.
Nicholas shushes him, fighting back a grin as he quickly tries to steer the conversation away from Y/N. She rolls her eyes at the remark, irritation building, before letting out a slow breath and closing the door behind her.
The sounds of gunfire fade slightly as the door shuts. She sits on her bed, leaning back against the headboard, phone in hand. She opens her messages and texts Hailey and Mia, when her eyes drift down to Tyler's name.
She hesitates, her thumb hovering over the screen. She wanted a distraction, and somehow Tyler felt like the perfect one, but was it really a good idea? They were partners for the semester, and the last thing she wanted was to make things awkward.
With a long sigh, she pushed the thought aside and tapped on his contact.
Y/N: Hey… you still want to grab coffee this week?
It only takes about a minute before she gets a response back.
Tyler: Hey! Yeah, definitely. I was starting to think you were avoiding me 😔
Y/N: Not avoiding, just busy, I guess
Tyler: Busy is believable. Coffee or ice cream? Your call
Y/N: Ice cream sounds good
Tyler: Perfect. Does tomorrow at 1 work for you?
Y/N: Yeah, that works!
Tyler: Awesome, can’t wait!
Y/N sets her phone down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. A faint smile tugs at her lips, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
She wanted to like Tyler. She wanted someone new, someone who didn't already know everything about her, but Nicholas's laughter drifted through the apartment from the living room. It pulled hundreds of memories to the surface: late-night movies, shared meals, inside jokes, years of always finding their way back to each other. The thought of building something like that with someone else left an unexpected ache in her chest.
With a quiet sigh, she pushed the feeling aside, sat back up, and crossed the room to her desk, where her unfinished notes sat waiting for her.
—----
Warm late-morning sunlight spills through the windows, Y/N moves quietly through her bedroom, stretching as she rises from the bed and yawns softly, smoothing the covers, and heading towards her bathroom.
In the bathroom, she splashes cool water across her face, the droplets leaving her skin feeling refreshed. She applies a light layer of moisturizer, brushes mascara through her lashes, traces a thin line of eyeliner beneath her eyes, and fills in her eyebrows with a pencil. A small, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
She heads back to her bedroom and pulls open her dresser drawer, scanning through her options before settling on an off-the-shoulder black long-sleeve top, high-rise dark flared jeans, and black-and-white high-top Converse. Once dressed, she turns toward the mirror, smoothing the fabric over her sides and giving herself a quick check before stepping out of her room.
She steps into the kitchen, glancing around for her keys and purse, but neither is where she left them. Nicholas sits at the island, casually eating a sandwich while scrolling through his phone. His attention drifts from the screen the moment she walks in. His gaze lingers for just a second, traveling over the tight jeans tugging at her hips before he quickly returns his focus to his phone.
Oblivious, Y/N eventually spots her purse tucked beneath one of Nicholas's jackets hanging on the wall. She pulls it free and rummages through it, making sure she has everything she needs for the day.
“Hey… where’re you headed?” He asks as his eyes scan over her.
“Oh…just hanging out with Mia and Hailey.” She lies, silently hoping he wouldn’t ask any more questions.
Nicholas watches her for a moment, concern flickering across his face. He doesn't question where she's going, but he can't help but notice the extra effort she'd put into getting ready. The dark eye makeup, the fitted top, the tight jeans, it feels like more than just friends hanging out. She looked like she was getting ready for someone.
“Well…you look…pretty today.” He softly says, giving her a small smile.
He holds her gaze for a second, then shifts his eyes down to his phone, pretending to scroll. Y/N offers a small smile and feels her cheeks warm. She quickly looks away, silently hoping he doesn't notice the blush spreading across her face.
“Thanks…” She says softly as she picks up her purse and heads for the door.
Nicholas watches her leave, his attention lingering long after the front door closes. He tells himself she's probably meeting Hailey and Mia, just like she said. But another thought creeps in anyway, stubborn and impossible to ignore.
What if she wasn't?
The thought that someone else could become the person she laughed with, made memories with, or chose first leaves a hollow feeling in his chest.
—----
Sunlight streams through the large front windows, illuminating the blue-and-white checkered walls of the ice cream shop. The air is filled with quiet conversation, bursts of laughter, and the gentle clink of spoons against ice cream cups.
Y/N and Tyler sit across from each other at a small table by the window, each with a cup of ice cream. Y/N delicately scoops a bite of mint chocolate chip, while Tyler’s cup holds a swirl of chocolate and caramel.
“So… what’s your major again?” Tyler asks.
“Legal Studies.”
“Me too.” He smiles.
“Really… I’ve been here for three years, and I’ve never seen you before. Honestly, I don't pay attention as much as I believe I do.” She laughs, lifting another spoonful of ice cream to her mouth.
“Oh… I’ve seen you around.” He pauses, realizing how it came across, then quickly tries to play it off.
“Well… maybe because I’m very aware of my surroundings. Don’t know if someone’s gonna sneak up on me.” He nervously laughs.
“What, do you have some ops or something?” She teases.
“No.” He laughs.
They share a light laugh as they both take another bite of ice cream. Tyler's eyes drift to her for a brief moment, noticing the way she'd done her makeup before dropping his gaze back to the melting ice cream in his cup.
“Ew… how can you eat that? Mint chocolate chip?” He cringes.
“No, it’s good! You’re just jealous you didn’t pick it.”
“Maybe, or I just don’t trust people who enjoy minty ice cream with chocolate chips.”
“Yeah, yeah…I’m living dangerously with my flavor choices.” She raises a brow at him.
She lightly kicks him with her foot. He pretends to wince, then laughs and leans back, hands raised in mock surrender.
“Alright, alright…maybe you’re braver than I am.”
They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, silently enjoying their ice cream, until Tyler eventually breaks the quiet and starts talking again.
“So… tell me about yourself.”
“Hmmm… like what?” She pauses, not knowing what to say on the spot.
“Anything. Just…you.”
“I guessss… I like to listen to Britney Spears and Lady Gaga. I’ve seen Lady Gaga like five times. I like to read and cook… uh, my favorite movie is Back to the Future.”
“I love that movie too. What kind of books do you like?”
“Mostly romance novels like Twilight… or research books, which doesn’t sound too fun when I say it out loud. What about you?” She leans back, taking a bite of her ice cream.
“Ummm… I love Metallica. My favorite movie is probably Zombieland. Not a big fan of reading, but I can tolerate it. I like to skate and play bass when I can.”
“Ohh, so you’re a rocker?” She asks.
“Well, I guess you can say that.” He laughs.
They finish their ice cream, placing their cups on the table. Tyler gathers their trash together and sets it in the middle of the table before looking back up at her, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Want to check out my place for a bit?” he asks.
“Sure.” She smiles.
Tyler pulls out his phone and starts typing.
“Here… I’ll send you my address. You can follow me though… just in case we get separated.” He laughs.
Y/N smiles softly, a mixture of amusement and curiosity in her eyes. Tyler gives her a playful nudge on the shoulder as they stand and gather their things. Together, they make their way toward the door, leaving the shop side by side.
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Tyler swings open his apartment door and steps aside, holding the door open for Y/N. Once she’s inside, he gently shuts the door behind them.
“And this, my lady, is where the king humbly resides,” he says with a British accent.
“Yeah… a king.” She laughs as she begins to study his place.
It’s not spotless, but it has a sense of personality without being messy. The faint scent of cologne and fresh laundry lingers in the air. A colorful skateboard rests against the wall beside a small amp and bass guitar lying neatly in its case. His bed is only half-made, a hoodie casually draped over the desk chair. A few cans of Pepsi sit scattered across the counter beside a game controller, little pieces of his life scattered throughout the space.
“Can I get you something? Water? Pepsi?” he asks as he rummages through his fridge.
“Water’s fine.”
He grabs a bottle from the fridge and hands it to her before dropping onto the couch beside her.
“Okay, be honest. On a scale of one to ten, how does my place compare to the other guys’ apartments you’ve seen?” A playful smile tugging at his lips.
“I’d say a ten, I guess. I really haven’t been to many guys’ places.” She furrows her brows slightly, caught off guard by his question.
“It’s hard to balance relationships as a legal student. I also live with my childhood friend…he’s a handful, so dealing with his crap is enough to call it single.” She says, taking a sip of her drink.
“Wait, your roommate’s a guy?” Tyler asks, caught off guard by the revelation.
“Yeah. We’ve literally been friends since the womb. Our parents are best friends. The only reason we live together is that they pay for the place, and my dad wants him to make sure I don’t go off the rails. My dad’s a little… crazy about me.” She laughs.
“Can’t blame him for wanting to keep you straight down here. I’ve been to other college parties in Florida, and nothing beats here. Some guys here are a whole different breed.” He laughs.
“Right.” They both laugh, the awkwardness from the unexpected revelation quickly fading.
“What’s the funniest thing your dad’s ever done?” he asks, trying to make light conversation.
“Oh god. Once, when I was like four, I painted his toenails pink while he was sleeping. He went to the beach the next morning in flip-flops and didn’t notice until halfway through the day.” She bursts into laughter, and Tyler follows with a light laugh.
“Alright, that’s pretty good,” he laughs.
“What about your dad?” she asks.
“He once almost drove us off a bridge because the GPS said “turn right” and he took it literally. Full-on blinker, hands ready. My mom screamed before he hit the guardrail. I was in the backseat holding a milkshake like, this is it, this is how I go out.”
They both burst out laughing again, unable to hold back.
“Oh my god no way.”
She’s doubled over with laughter now. Tyler watches her, noticing the way her eyes crinkle and how genuine her laughter sounds. For a moment, he just takes it in as her laughter fades into a soft smile.
Tyler watches her for a moment, almost like the words slip out before he can stop them.
“You’re beautiful.”
Her smile slowly fades, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, neither of them say anything. Tyler reaches up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering briefly against her cheek.
She doesn’t pull away.
After a moment, he leans in, his lips meeting hers. The kiss is soft, along with a sense of uncertainty. It’s been years since she’s kissed anyone, and the feeling is unfamiliar, almost overwhelming, but there’s something comforting about it too. Something she didn’t expect.
The kiss deepens. Her hand finds his jaw, while his arm settles around her waist, pulling her closer. For the first time in years, she allows herself to truly relax, to stop overthinking, to stop holding back. The guard she’s kept up for so long finally drops, and Y/N finally allows herself to let go.
nicholas, drew and patrick ??????? who is it going to be ??????????
Several actors are being rumoured to be cast as cyclops in the MCU X-men like Drew Starkey, Cooper Hoffman, Kit Connor, Nicholas Chavez . Who has an edge here?
i just watched the new spiderman last night and it’s so funny i get this question now lol. my brother would argue that none of these men are good enough and i’d agree 😂 none of them have the “look” so let’s hope none of them get it
This news came out of nowhere but I'm so happy 😭😍
Nicholas Alexander Chavez
i think ryan is in love with evan (like his muse, lol). i thought nicholas chavez was gonna be ryan’s next it-boy and replace evan, because of how people loved him in Monsters, and then the Beauty news came out LOL. it’s a shame, because i liked nicholas. ryan murphy said evan is his robert de niro, which is a craaaaaazy comparison, so i doubt anyone could take evan’s place
😭 i forgot about nicholas lmaoooooo but im in the middle of yes please replace him bc then he can do other projects and then the other half is nooo thats not nice dont think like that. lets see how he does in 13.
Nicholas Alexander Chavez 💌 acanthe sur @demachina-rpg
Je suis de plus en plus en roue libre, what can I say? Mais un thème poste pour une réincarnation du dieu Hermès me semblait cohérent… J'ai mixé plusieurs inspis entre elles dont le label 228 de USPS pour les courriers prioritaires, mais qu’est-ce que j’ai galéré à recréer chaque élément. Le logo c’était vraiment le plus chiant, ça aurait été infiniment plus simple avec Illustrator… faut que je m’y mette un jour 🥱
En tout cas c’était très fun même si comme à chaque fois que j’utilise pas de courbe de transfert de dégradé j’ai l’impression qu’il manque quelque chose… Mais ça permet de mettre en avant ce joli orange Hermès qui n’a évidemment pas été choisi par hasard 👁️ Et puisqu’on parle de couleur, figurez-vous que même si l’avatar est en 1000x1600 il est moins lourd qu’il devrait l’être parce qu’il est en PNG 256 couleurs donc mieux optimisé ☝🏻 Y a trop de détails pour passer sous la barre des 1Mo mais ça reste ok