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[villca]

* RICARDO HOYOS, CIS MAN + HE/HIM | you know CHASER ‘CHASE’ VILLCA, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ONE YEAR? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to TRUTH by ALEX EBERT like, a million times this year, which makes sense, ‘cause they’ve got that whole COWER OF A DOG AROUND FIREWORKS, FULL BODY FLINCH OF A HELD HAND & CAKED MUD IN THE KNOTS OF THEIR HOODIE’S DRAWSTRINGS thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is NOVEMBER 10TH, so they’re a SCORPIO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( tasha, 22, est, she/her)

hullo!! my name is tasha and i Hope Everyone is Doing Well During these Unprecedented and Uncertain Times n also having a happy ny x my second lockdown quarantine fixation of choice was degrassi n it shows FJGHK anyways b4 i go back to binging more (it’s all on youtube?? iconic??) here r the deets on my boi! i look forward to plotting w all of u :~) my discord is tasha#3566 pls feel free 2 add me!! tw for cults and brief mentions of violence/neglect/abuse. 

backstory !

was raised in a traveling commune, which bounced between state parks and forests. all intense survivalists but also...not, like obvs can’t have sustained agriculture traveling from park to park, so the group’s leaders would often detour alone to pick up supplies every now and then. 

but a horrible place to grow up, not that he knew that ‘cos it’s the only life he’s ever known. was just a pretty violent / toxic atmosphere with a hyper survival of the fittest mentality, a lot of sparring that would go too far, not nearly enough resources for the weather conditions, or anyone with actual medical training for when anyone got sick or injured - all under the guise of self sufficiency.  

also very poorly homeschooled, chase barely knows how to read, and stories/info was often read to them or recited by memory. 

at eighteen he’s given more responsibility, gets to go on supply runs. goes to like, cvs, for the first time. hates it FJHG, really just has no desire to explore more of the world even though he knows for sure it’s out there now. his ‘family’ are thrilled about this - knowing they basically have him for life.

trains and mentors the younger members, unwittingly encourages violence, sort of pushing them to their limits because for the group it’s less about winning and more about being able to survive - endurance and being able to endure is so wrapped up in reverence which he mistakes for love. 

when he’s twenty the whole commune gets busted, apparently they had been secretly under investigation for a while. his parents were in the commune too but never make that distinction known so the cops tell him and he’s like ok and ? just like, doesn’t know that that’s meant to mean anything.

goes to jail directly to jail does not pass go ... takes a bit to go to trial, but he ends up serving two years. and that’s what you missed on glee ! currently living with his grandparents at lilac ridge, which is weird. they feel very much like strangers. also on parole still, f in the chat.

personality !

hates it here, feels like shit just wants to go vibe in the woods again. is a lot more quiet than he used to be, truly flopping like a fish out of water.

always saying the wrong thing then getting frustrated at himself bc humiliating ! and if no one respects him, ‘cos he knows nothing about anything anymore then how can anyone ever love him ! this thought depresses him - finds it super hard to make friends ! doesn’t understand any pop culture references.

can be a bit rude, a wee bit hostile, physically aggressive, immature. just doesn’t think before he speaks smh. won’t admit when he’s wrong either will just be like, ya that’s what i meant. 

competitive as heck ! catch him trying to out chin-up the person next to him at the outdoor gym down at the beach. loves games too, but not like board games, think he’s only ever played cards anyways ... but like, duck duck goose. 

for all the survivalist training, not even that street smart (and not book smart at all). like ya he can identify types of mushrooms and wipe his ass with a leaf in a pinch but i mean he doesn’t need to do that now rip. 

easily influenced but pretends he isn’t, his grandparents were like chaser ? that’s no name. we’ll call you chase. and he was all like whatevs ... but now he introduces himself to people as chase.

fun facts !

other song choice for app was cop car by mitski, but chase doesn’t listen to music. or particularly like it, but he’s had to get used to his grandparent’s excessive radio use.

has dimples, very cute when he smiles. this is a fact and i personally find it very fun.

will eat anything. tho his fave food is honey on toast the cottagecore girlies are quaking !

favourite story is jack and the beanstalk which he still thinks was made up by the commune. doesn’t know it’s an actual book/tale bc they’d always recount it by memory.

everyone called him chaser because he was good at chasing people FGHJ, king of tag !

begrudgingly saving up for a phone, doesn’t see the point of it but apparently it’s imperative for his “ future life prospects ” ???

wanted connections !

really feels out of the loop with everything like he’ll never be caught up but, someone give him a pop culture 101 lesson ! 

someone to get him into music, film, art etc ... 

makeover montage ? rly do imagine him with the worst style !

someone who gets him out of his shell a lil, makes him has fun, takes him to a party or the arcade, endless possibilities truly. 

a future roommate, he simply does not have the funds to move out yet... but imagine...if they let him stay with them for free KFGH or let him crash whenever. honestly probably the worst housemate, just pacing at all hours, leaving the fridge door open. 

alternatively people who either know his grandparents ( who i imagine as a muriel and eustace FGJKH ) or live in lilac ridge ! 

people he gets in fights with...grew up where violence was a first resort unforch so the moment things get heated he’s throwing hands. or like, him asking who do you need me to beat up to someone sad over an ex or smth and actually meaning it...

co-workers ( where he works tba ).

and all the usual jazz, friends, enemies, hook-ups, unrequited crushes.

also stuff specific to the locations could be rly cool !

[politicallycorrectinnocentteen]

How is Loving Parker like? (ABC Fluff, Parker X MC)

How is loving Parker like? We will have to ask Vance for that…

 Vance puts his hand on his chin, thinking.

 Loving Parker is like….

 1.      Feeling Safe. (‘F’)

 Vance remembers they were both jogging early in the morning, when suddenly some dogs started chasing him. He remembers how Parker took two long strides to land in front of him, grabbing his hand and pulling him tightly as they ran out of their lungs.

He also remembers how Parker looked determined and brave, even when their path was blocked by a dead end. He definitely remembered how Parker stepped in front of him, face flushed with anger as he growled back at those dogs. And how can Vance forget how the most non-violent Parker on Earth took off his shoe and threw it – bull’s eye on one of the dogs. 

Vance is not sure if it’s the terror of Parker or the smell of his shoes, but the dogs ran away. 

And Vance also remembers how, since that day, whenever they are strolling down the road and a dog appears at his side, Parker involuntarily pulls him to his other side.

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 “But is loving Parker just feeling safe?” 

“No…” Vance smiles. “You also have to deal with him.”

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 2.      Dealing with Parker (‘D’)

 Vance remembers at times how whimsical Parker can become. Not to mention how he’d act like a total kid at times -much to Vance’s annoyance. 

But one particular incident is very much etched to his memory...

 “Vance, want to check out these chocolates I bought?” Parker’s voice came from upstairs. 

Vance was in no mood to even move. Much less walk the never-ending flight of stairs and tire himself out. But...chocolates! 

Chocolates demand sacrifices.

Chocolates demand devotion.

Chocolates demand worship. 

And so, Vance grudgingly got up, went upstairs, only to find Parker in his inner wear and garments. 

“So…where is the chocolate?” 

Parker tosses a small piece of chocolate towards him, making Vance grumble. That one was not his favourite. Forget his favourite, that was not the chocolate he even wished to look at. 

He glares at Parker who smiles as if he tossed a diamond ring with “I LOVE YOU” written on it. His eyes fall on the suit and also Parker’s luggage bag at the corner of the room. 

Great! He now remembered why he was not feeling like moving an inch. 

“Get ready else you will miss the flight.” He rolls his eyes wondering at how he will be spending the next few months without Parker while he’d be out, enjoying his new promotion privileges in some new town around some hot cop chicks.

 “Hey…” Parker’s voice catches him up. “Help me then!” he pleads. 

Vance looks at him, annoyed. Very much annoyed. 

“Are you a kid that I have to help in dressing you up?” He retorts, but anyways goes to Parker. 

Parker takes off his innerwear, flaunting his body and looking expectantly at Vance, who rolls his eyes and scavenges the cup board for a fresh one. 

“Should I change my garments as well?” 

“Whatever dude.” 

“…Ok” 

Vance felt that was not the response Parker was expecting. Perhaps he should be less snappy. 

“There,” he tosses Parker some clothes. 

Parker quickly puts up the shirt, and then the pant. Adjusting his belt, he says, “Button my shirt, please.”

 Vance silently grunted ‘He is like a five-year old at times.’ And ‘He is impossible’ but anyway proceeded to button he shirt. He then also put up the suit on Parker and buttoned it. Lastly, he also tied the favourite blue colour tie of Parker and finally patted the suit to make sure there were no curves. 

There, Parker was ready, like a barbie doll. 

“I will see if we have something in fridge.” Vance starts to leave when Parker grabs his hand, tight. 

“There is one more thing to do.” He says as he closes the distance between them. He whispers huskily in his ear, “Undress me.” 

Vance’s eyes go wide as he looks at Parker, whose voice now tickles in his ears. 

“I denied the promotion. I cannot leave my good boy here while I stay alone somewhere else.” 

He felt goosebumps as Parker continued playing with his heart strings, “You are such a dork when you miss so many signs.” He kissed his neck, biting it roughly in the process. 

“But you clearly weren’t a dork when you said its twice the fun if we start with ‘it’ with undressing.’ 

He then crashes his lips on Vance and pushes him onto the bed and… 

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“What happened next?”

“Psst.” Vance hissed, “Not telling.” He smugly smiles.

“Its more like Parker dealing with you than you dealing with him.” 

He smiles, but proceeds onwards. “The best part of loving Parker is- “

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 3.      Hugs (‘H’)

 Parker just entered the house, marched towards kitchen where Vance was presumably making the evening coffee, and just back-hugged him tightly, sinking his face into his t-shirt. 

“…Parker?” Vance asked confused to which Parker just tried to burrow his face further. 

They stood there for minutes in silence, with Vance waiting for Parker to open up. When he doesn’t speak up, Vance moves forward, looking at Parker’s sullen face as he presses his hand. 

“Let’s sit and talk.”

 Parker just turns and heads upstairs to Vance’s bedroom, completely ignoring the all of the sofas lying idle in the living room. 

Vance sighs. Did he tell that climbing stairs was not his favorite thing? 

When he arrives, Parker is already lying on the bed, face boring into the pillow. 

“Parker…? You alright?” Vance says as he sits on the bed. 

Parker looks up to him, and then pulls him, making him fall on bed. With Vance’s back towards him, he hugs him tightly, wanting to close even the millimetre of distance between their bodies. 

“Parker…?” 

Vance feels his cheeks flush as Parker’s grip tightens around him and as he puts his leg over his’, entangling them together, worse than earphones in a bag. 

“Parker…?” 

Vance becomes conscious of how Parker spoons him, and how his body fits perfectly onto Parker’s. He feels Parker press his nose against his nape. But Parker doesn’t say a word. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“Nnnnnnhmmmmmm.” Parker mumbles. Finally, he speaks up. “You’re leaving tomorrow…” 

“HOLY SHIT PARKER!” Vance speaks up, his worry converting into mild annoyance because Parker apparently gave him a heart attack over what was wrong with him. “IT’S A COLLEGE REUNION PARTY. I WILL BE BACK IN 2 DAYS.” 

Parker seems to try to absorb it, but then just buries his face into Vane’s neck. 

“Doesn’t matter.” He cribs like a child. 

Vance internally rolls his eyes.

 “I will be back soon.” 

“Take me with you.” 

Ok, Parker was legit behaving like a five-year old. 

“You’d get bored.” Vance pressed his point.

“Doesn’t matter as well.” 

“And what about the town? What will it do without their heroic, saviour Office Shaw to their rescue?” 

Parker seemed to actually think on that for a minute as he tilted his head up, but then he again buried it into Vance’s neck, slowly kissing the little skin he found there. 

“They will be ok.” He cribs. He then seems to give a look at Vance, before continuing, “Ok then, I am coming.” 

“No.” Vance muttered, loud and clear.

“Yes” Parker sang, equally determined.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“NO.”

“……”

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“…..”

“Vance, what’s this burning smell?” 

FUCK!

Vance rushed out of the room, remembering his coffee, leaving Parker surprised and their argument incomplete.

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“So, did he actually come with you?” 

“Yes.” Vance said with slight annoyance, “And that too, without telling me.” 

He takes a sip of his coffee, as we look expectantly towards him. 

“Its about time we wrap up.” He smiles, “But I promise more soon.” He gets up and goes inside...

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Next in the series

4.      Cooking

5.      Camping

6.      TBA

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