#p:fi

[samuelvalk-blog]

first impression || raziel and sam

@fallenangelraziel

Sam watched his son carefully from across the table, holding his coffee close to his chest. Sammy, in turn, held his sippy cup of apple juice in a similar manner, looking far too mature despite his rumpled hair and Ninja Turtles pajamas. 

“I’m gonna introduce you to my friend today,” Sam said slowly. Raziel had been eager to meet his son, and now that Sam had accepted that whatever was going on between him and the angel went a little deeper than sex, he was ready to make introductions. 

“Is he the one sleeping in your bed?” Sammy asked, enunciating each word carefully. Sam blinked, face heating up. He nodded reluctantly, and Sammy flashed him a bright, gap-toothed grin.

“His name’s Raziel. He’s an angel, like Spike. I think you’re gonna like him.” Not wanting to deal with the no doubt endless string of questions Sammy had lined up, Sam stood and limped back to his bedroom. He leaned against the door frame, giving Raziel a bright smile. “C’mon in the kitchen and say hi.”

[hqtbells-blog]

first impressions + trake

When Troian’s friend Lulu invited her out for a few hours on that Saturday night, Troian jumped at the chance. Lulu’s husband had offered to babysit so the girls could go and have some fun and desperately needing both a drink and just a chance to catch up with one of her best girlfriends, Troian now found herself sitting at one of the local bars LA offered and laughing as Lulu shared funny Snapchat stories with her. Not a very fussy girl, the place was very casual and down to earth and Troian was thankful that the beers they were kicking back were during happy hour; very cheap. Her hair lay down in its usual waves and she had on a dark purple sundress, getting in the last excuses to wear it in LA’s slowly simmering night weather. Troian held up a hand as Lulu tried to show her another picture from her worldly travels. “Hang on!” She excused herself over the loud noise of the bar. “I need to pee!”

Still clutching her beer, Troian stood up and giggled as she pushed through the crowd to get to the restroom. She felt light-headed, obviously a little tipsy, and right before she could escape and get some relief, she spotted someone familiar sitting in a booth and looking uncomfortable as several girls crowded around him. Troian squinted. She knew that guy; Jake! The two had met at JJ’s birthday party and had kept in touch since, texting and occasionally meeting up. He was a sweet guy and..looked to be completely out of his element. Troian grinned. She’d save him. 

Moving forward, Troian stopped in front of Jake’s table. “There you are!” She announced loudly, her eyes playful as they silently asked him to play along. “My date! I’ve been looking for you forever, we’re down at the other end of the bar. Excuse me, ladies.” Picking up Jake’s hand, Troian pulled him up. “He’s taken for the night. Better luck next time!” When Jake stood by her, Troian whispered in his ear, “Move before they riot!” @abelftw

[kyleok]

Faking It || Kyle & Olivia

Kyle's father had been trying way too hard to be fatherly towards him and Haley. He didn't know what it was his father wanted from them, but he knew he was up to something. Even though he wanted nothing to do with it, he wanted to know what it was. Which meant he had to fake being close with him. Earlier in the week Kyle found out his dad had people spying on him and Haley while he was in Italy, it made Kyle furious, but he kept his cool. When his dad asked him about a girlfriend he lied and told him he was dating Olivia to keep his real girlfriend out of it. His father had asked him and Olivia to join him for a dinner. It made Kyle feel extremely awkward and guilty, especially since he lied to Bethany about where he was going, but he knew it was for the best.

Kyle had been driving him and Olivia to the restaurant his father told him to meet at. It was about a ten minute drive from Olivia's house which gave them enough time to come up with a game plan. "All we have to do is pretend to be a couple," he turned his head to look at the girl sitting in the passenger seat. "It can't be that hard." he said uneasy, fearing that his father would catch onto his lie. "Just no lip contact. If I get accused of cheating it'll be the end of me." he sighed, turning down the radio as they pulled into the parking lot. He parked the car in the first open spot he saw. After he turned off the car he sat, letting out a sigh and waited for a moment before turning to Olivia, "You ready for this?" he asked, his eyes filled with worry. 

[reedhyfr]

Being late was most definitely not the best impression one can possibly give the man who has the power to fire you and make sure nobody in the business hires you ever again, but yet, here Reed is, ten minutes late to the first day on set. He stumbled in the front door of the studio and gripped his script tighter when some people turned their attention to him, and walked through the set with his head down, muttering greetings to people he passed, and sat down in his chair. This was the first big role Reed has landed, and to say he was nervous was an understatement. He could hardly get any sleep for the last week, excitement for being able to work with all these people keeping him up.

He tried to read over the script, memorise more than he already knew, but kept glancing up and taking in his surroundings: the director yelling at some girl who looks like she's on the verge of tears, before taking the cup of coffee from him and scurrying off, some actors he hasn't met yet scattered across the set, mumbling words under their breath, cameramen setting up the equipment and some people who look like they're about to fall asleep. Reed tapped his foot against the floor, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, a nervous habit he developed over the years and hoped he didn't mess this up.