#thread: diego

[cara-mrrsn]

"Another coffee," Cara said as she stood up, brushing a hand over her front before she widened her eyes at Diego a bit. "Caffeine will have to replace sleep for now," she added in a lilting voice. Not for the reasons that she was leading Diego to think, but she wasn't exactly going to admit that she wasn't sleeping because of stress. "But I was heading back to mine, you don't need to walk me. How about I just swing by yours later?" she suggested, pausing before stepping back towards the counter to get that other coffee.

Diego stayed silent for a while, letting the sounds of the students ordering their coffees for the morning hover between them. He took a few drinks of his own, staring over the top of his cup at Cara with a look on his face that had a subtle acknowledgement to what Cara had said, but also that he did not really believe it at all. But he didn't get the feeling that right this very moment would be appropriate or fair of him to push. So, he didn't. "Do you want to head to my room? I can give you your gift? Or I can walk you back to your room if this really is your first stop from the night." That was sort of a joke. Diego motioned towards the counter, "do you want anything to go?"

[alexanderthesortaok]

WHERE: Lake Party WHO: Diego (@cryptidkeepp)

Xander was bouncing Fabián on his knee as he sat next to Diego. Every now and then his eyes flickered to Cal and Zarina who were holding his other children. Turning back to Diego he gave a sheepish smile, “Sorry man totally zoned out. I um…I haven't really been going to stuff much since…you know. Not sure it was a good idea to bring the kids…,” trailing off his arm tightened slightly around his son's waist. Despite the amount of people here to help him he was still anxious he was making the wrong decision as a father, even if Lia had been supportive. 

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @bigmandiego when: jan 27th, birthday party where: the dean's house

"Oh my god," Jacqui said, their eyes widening when they saw Diego, beaming up at him only a second later as their surprise lessened. "I had no idea you were back!" Granted, now that they saw him, they were pretty sure they had heard Ollie say something about it, but whatever it had been clearly had been stored in their memory. "You sure coming back was a good decision?" they quipped a moment later, teasing - though even they were unsure if it was about all of the drama going on at Ogden at any given moment, or if it was about their less than enthusiastic view on college at a whole at this point - as they lifted their drink in a sarcastic cheers.

[clauderains]

Alan wanted to avoid revealing any spoilers, they'll get it right next time

[ozarknativethreads]

Young Frida Kahlo - hand stitched embroidery. Coming soon to my Etsy shop!

[ollieinoue]

Sometime during the week in the Computer Lab [ @bigmandiego ]

"You can't bring food in here--" the lab assistant said to Ollie's back as he wandered into the computer lab with a Wendy's bag, and drink in hand. Ollie ignored him, of course. He wasn't going to listen to some underclassmen about what he could and couldn't do. He didn't even listen to Professors who told him what he could and couldn't do. He took a seat at one of the tables smiling at Diego as he did. "Hey, bro. Are you still studying? I have like two more exams and I can get the fuck out of here." What was he planning on doing for spring break? Probably just going home for a week, honestly. He took his laptop out to also study. But ended up just starting at the screen for a good ten minutes, eating the fries he'd brought with him, before he gave a dramatic groan. "God this sucks. Do you think that the intent behind all of this is literally just to make us fail? Like… maybe G just wants to keep us here forever, maybe that is what they want." He wasn't the only person having trouble focusing, right? He was sure of it…

[silentends]

Who: @angelstoker Where: Mayor's garden party

"I'd tell you to behave yourself, but you'd only make a smart remark," Diego said as he flicked an imaginary spot from Angel's arm, his fingertips gliding along her skin as his hand dropped. He would deserve it and he knew it, but that hardly meant he wanted to say such a thing. Hopefully if he did, she would be the only one to hear, but you could never trust that a place like this wasn't bugged and even if no one was listening, they would be watching. One of the wonders of two people standing face to face with their mouths moving was people tended to assume they were in conversation and held each other's focus, but Diego could see the house past Angel's shoulder and knew that she would be able to spot the arriving train of guests over his own.

He'd heard once that in certain countries, you were expected to arrive late as to give the host a chance to put the finishing touches on things and have things be perfect, which was precisely why Diego liked to be early. He enjoyed finding out what people wanted to hide and what they were like when they were unaware, which was precisely why Diego arriving early didn't mean that anyone had to know he was there early.

But sometimes, for some events, the more important part was to be seen unflinching, and there were pain pills hidden in his sock if absolutely necessary.

"I want regular check ins." He added, touching at the watch that he hadn't even picked out, but that nonetheless he had to admit went well with the outfit. Diego didn't know how long they tended to drag things out before the mayor finally made an appearance, but it seemed strange that they weren't in the lime light soaking up attention. "I don't like the way this feels." And to think, he wasn't even talking about the hole knitting itself back together in his skin.

[henrybly]

Henry, normally cool, calm and collected, felt like the hardwood floors of his apartment had been turned into an ice rink as soon as he heard the buzzer for his building go off. His socks slipped on the ground as he skidded over towards the door, barely managing to avoid taking Marmalade out in the process.

Without any hesitation at all, he jammed his thumb into the button to open the door downstairs, his shoulder leaning against his own door frame as he caught his breath and waited.

He knew exactly what he’d been doing when he uploaded the photo to Instagram. He’d posed for what felt like hours for Ivy, always happy to help his friend pad out her portfolio. All the while though, he’d known that he wanted to use this shoot to his advantage. Ivy probably wouldn’t mind his ulterior motive at all; if her non-relationship with the hockey player was indicative of anything, it was that she loved a good thirst trap.

When Diego messaged him, everything that had been in limbo for weeks fell into place. Sort of. There were still a few cracks that they should smooth over but Val had been telling Henry non-stop that he had to let himself be more selfish. Wasn’t he tired of doing the right thing all the time? And what was the right thing in this situation anyway?

Henry was hard pressed to think of anything that felt more right than loving Diego Rodriguez.

Seconds later, there was a heavy knocking at his door. Henry wasted no time in wrenching it open, his eagerness palpable. As soon as he laid eyes on Diego, hair mussed - whether it be from the journey over or the way he’d probably been close to tearing it out after sending a prolonged amount of time with Noah, Henry didn’t know - and brown eyes wide, he felt his heart knock soundly against his ribcage.

“Bonsoir, cherie,” Henry greeted him, cheeks dimpling as he reached forward and fisted his hand in the front of Diego’s shirt, tugging him into the apartment.

[samaraxcastro]

starter for @diegoocastro

location: cobblestone cafe

Samara had been happy to know that Diego had continued to stick around Kismet Harbor. Her last visit into town had been six months ago for the funeral, but she hadn't stuck around longer than that. She needed to get back to her home, though it hadn't done her much good. It was part of the reason she had officially moved back to Kismet Harbor, "How was class today?" She questioned, "Are they far too focused on spring break coming up to do anything?"

[familiaanteomnia]

"How's about this, if you want to talk and play catch up- you have to do some manual labor." World might be at risk of ending but he still had work obligations. Closing the gym up, cleaning it up for the night and then plans to tidy up his space some.

[daliamdelgado]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @diegoocastro

"¡Oh Dios mío, espera!" Dalia exclaimed, her accent shining through a little thicker as her native language seemed to creep into her speech with excitement; something that seemed to happen far too often these days. "This is actually an adorable idea!" she clapped her hands, admiring the jars of all the things people had donated. "I mean, I don't know if anyone would want to buy it since I'm not professional, but, I'll donate a free door wreath. That right there is going to save whoever wins fifty bucks." she smiled at her cousin. "This is for such a good cause."

[mari-zuko]

"I don't know if it's related," Mari quickly said, the disclaimer feeling necessary as she glanced around, making sure they weren't within hearing of anyone else, that no one was approaching up the path, that she could say this to in confidentiality to Diego and Diego only. The last thing she needed was this getting back to G somehow and being used against her if she was wrong. Sure they were the only ones on this path, her eyes met Diego's again, face solemn. "How much did you hear about New Years?" she asked, eyebrow quirking up at him.

Mari's lips pursed out ever so slightly, thinking about the the text she had gotten and the conversation that had followed in a new light, trying to put the pieces together to explain to Diego, even though she wasn't sure if they went together. She was pretty sure they didn't, actually, and yet it was the only thing she could see connecting.

From what she knew, at least.

"I got told to talk to Link. Ask how he felt about...your roommate," Mari explained, a soft sigh following the words, shaking her head. She felt bad, in a way - she liked Link, she did. She even sorta trusted him, as much as she trusted anyone. Did she actually think he had something to do with Greer's disappearance? Not really. But...G was clearly looking or something. "I asked him about it. He was cagey, but when isn't Link? There was nothing out of the ordinary about the conversation besides, you know...my being told to initiate it in the first place. But clearly there's more to the story - to Greer's story - than we know," she concluded, indicating the card Diego had shown her.

"Oh," he said, both sounding disappointed, but also as if that made sense. No, he imagined Mari and Greer were not really talking much about who Greer was dating, and what was going on in those relationships. Thinking about it, while he had wondered if this could be about her… Would that make any sense? What would be the point of Mari threatening Greer to end any of her relationships when it wasn't like Mari wanted a public relationship with Greer. Greer's relationships would have acted as a great cover for theirs.

So, the more he thought about it, the less and less it made sense for Mari to be involved in this at all. Of course this wouldn't be that easy to figure out.

His head perked up and he turned to look at her, eyes scanning her face as she clearly contemplated something. "What? I mean I've been gone for half a year I feel like I missed out on a lot of stupid cryptic clues G was sending out. Anything you think that could be related would be helpful," Diego said, encouraging her to share. It wasn't like this was the most broad thing he could have been sent, but when you thought about it … did this mean someone outside of the relationships, someone in a relationship with her? It could be anything.

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for victoria & diego.

she was sat at one of the tables and smiled as she watched all of her former classmates talking together. she was exhausted after such a long day at work, so she only came for appearances sake. she looked up from her drink and inhaled sharply when she saw him. he was looking directly at her and she took a deep breath. the corners of her mouth curled up a little and she stood up from her chair to make her way over and she immediately wrapped him in a hug, "hi," she whispered. they were high school sweethearts, honestly, so everyone around them saw this happening and gave each other knowing looks. "it's so good you came in for this," she breathed as she pulled away, ignoring eyes on the both of them.

[iqbabe]

closed starter @poisonsaints // manor of hope gala

In Ivy’s world, everything had a price. Success wasn’t built on luck or hard work alone—it was bought, bargained for, and sometimes stolen. Money had always been the deciding factor, the key to power and survival. She never shied away from an opportunity to make a profit. It was, after all, how she and Diego had first crossed paths. One of her less-than-stellar dates had managed to piss off the wrong people—the kind that didn’t just hold grudges, but settled them in blood. Honestly, she couldn’t blame them too much. Everyone had bills to pay. Slipping seamlessly beside Diego, she kept her gaze on the room, her lips curving into a smirk. “Please tell me you need dirt on my current date,” she murmured, voice light but laced with amusement. “He’s bothering me enough as it is.”

[aarinxvaughn]

starter for @diegoocastro

location: downtown kismet harbor

"Here's that apple cider," she handed it off to Diego with a smile. "I made sure that it was fresh." She had stopped inside Cobblestone Cafe to make sure things were properly shut down so that she, Stevie and the rest of the employees could enjoy the festival in town. "Sorry it took a little longer than expected. The new girl closed last night," she shook her head, "I'm going to have to retrain her." It had been a risk she took in letting her close alone, but she knew she couldn't hover over her forever.

[spencerredding]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @diegoocastro

"What do you know about this tool?" Spencer questioned, point towards the tool labeled 'impact drill' before he looked at the other. He had met Diego a few times, even worked with him once or twice on some smaller projects that Spencer had been hired to do since his move to Kismet, so he knew that the other male at least had a small understanding of what kind of tools were what. At least the basics. But while he was standing here, looking for a replacement for the drill he'd broken this past week, he'd been mesmerized by the impact drill, unsure of it's purpose or the need for it in his collection. "It looks exactly like that drill there so I can't seem to wrap my head around it." he admitted. "You ever worked with an impact drill at all?"