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emmett-grey​:​

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Victor Hernandez was a bad decision wrapped in way too much sex appeal. Every time Emmett tried to remind himself this was very much a terrible no good very bad idea, he found himself wrapped in the other mans arms kissing him senseless until it was too much to take and they were gasping for air. He was relieving such fantastical dreams when the shrill alarm rang out and jostled him awake.

“But you did, didn’t you?” Emmett hummed, “What day is it? Scratch that what year is it?”

He sat up and grabbed his phone, turning off the alarm to see that it was very much a school day. A reminder that two teachers could be the gossip of the town and his parents would be incredibly furious if they were ever to find out about this incredibly stupid decision he had been part of.

But fuck was this stupid decision hot.

“Hell. Fucking hell and shit and ass,” Emmett cursed, standing up and grabbing the Advil he always had sitting on the night stand. He offered some to Victor.

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It was supposed to have been a one time thing. 

With everything that’d gone on in the last year and a half, it wasn’t as if dating was the first thing on Victor’s mind. Truthfully, it’d felt as if that night at Nightowl had been his first night out ever with how much he’d needed it. The nerves from the new job he was to be starting, combined with the ever present feeling of dread that’d hung over his head since his return to Cassel, definitely could push anybody towards a drink...or three. And that wasn’t all he’d been pushed towards. 

Emmett had been...the light that peaked through the storm clouds. Victor had been drawn to his warmth, and subsequently, to his bed, which he’d had to crawl his way out of that morning, much like this one, in order to make it on time to his first day at Cassel High. He’d succeeded, barely, bursting into the teacher’s lounge with his bike--only to find the very same man he’d snuck away from sat right there in front of him, looking very put together for someone who, just hours before, had Victor wrapped around him like--

He’d learned firsthand that coworkers should be off limits. Nothing good came from sleeping with the people you were forced to interact with every day. And yet...

“Yeah, I did.” Emmett’s questioning managed a smile out of Victor, eyes squinted against the sun slowly infiltrating its way into the bedroom. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to say fuck it. To pull the half-naked body back towards it’s rightful place in the space next to him and declare today an extension of the weekend. 

But they didn’t do that type of thing. That’s not what they did, made abundantly clear by the cursing that sullied the smile tugged at Victor’s lips. He reached for the Advil anyways, aware of the slight ache present in the back of his head, and popped the medicine between his teeth. “Thanks.” Gathering enough spit inside his mouth, Victor swallowed the pill with little help, lifting himself from the mattress with a groan as he began to locate his discarded clothes. “It’s fine. I can get dressed and go, shower at home--”

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Southside’s finest ✨

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adriennefasano​:

date: early march TBD location: the cookie rookie coffee shop ( the meadows ) status: open (0/4)

“So does this town do anything for St. Patty’s Day? Or, is the nearest party in Chicago?” She’s still trying to find her footing, trying to work her way through her own grief and cope with everything that had happened a month ago. So far, she hasn’t been home, she’s outright bought a small home here, and admittedly, she’s homesick. Adrienne’s adjusting, though, toning down the “rude” big city girl attitude so she could melt more easily into the little town of Cassel. Having a year to deliver the money to her sister, she’s decided to take the year to get to know her— or, she wanted to have her way and get to know Marley, but that was only if Marley would speak to her. 

For now, she’s biding her time, working remotely, and killing time in places like these that felt more like ‘normal’. A coffee shop was a coffee shop after all. “You, uh, have some icing on your cheek, by the way.”

-

He was a good son. He tried to be, at least--especially since returning home from New York, Victor may have been compensating for the last few years. He’d had time to think over the person he’d become while over there, the person who missed phone calls, didn’t respond to texts, couldn’t come home for birthdays. It wasn’t the type of man his moms had raised, the kind of person they’d taught him to be. Family came above all else, something they’d shown him time and time again, but Victor had gotten caught up in the fame and the money and the allure of everything the city had to offer. There was no taking it back, or going back to erase his mistakes, but being home the last year had given him the opportunity to at least try and show that he was different now. That he’d realized the error of his ways and he wanted to make it up to them.

But God, did he love a Cookie Rookie cookie.

They weren’t technically his mother’s bakery’s competitor, considering they were more a coffee shop, but their selection of baked goods could have been considered a rival for the other woman’s pastries. He hadn’t technically stopped in for a cookie, but they’d caught his eye as he’d ordered his coffee, and before Victor knew it, one had been handed to him in a bag while he awaited his drink to be done. It was like cookie amnesia: he didn’t even remember ordering it. 

He’d already made it halfway through the cookie before his drink had even touched his hand, when the blonde woman next to him spoke. Victor looked over at her, concerned for a moment whether or not she was talking to him, but after discovering she was, thought back to the question asked. “Oh, uh, I think some of the bars have drink specials or something, but I don’t think it’s anything major.” He hadn’t celebrated a St. Patty’s Day in Cassel and been legally old enough to partake in any festivities that might’ve been thrown for it. “Ray’s serves a mean corned beef and cabbage, though.” Victor added with a sheepish smile, knowing that wasn’t what the woman must’ve had in mind. The very attractive woman...

Who just informed him of the icing on his cheek. Shit. Quickly, Victor wiped at his face with the palm of his hand and--yup. Green icing from the sugar cookie smudged his skin. Great. “Thanks.” He managed a laugh. “Totally knew that was there.”

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kitgallagher​:

where: victor and kit’s apartment

when: thursday night

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Stress — a five letter word that summarized her entire world that week. Between managing content at the radio station, the perpetual state of restlessness within her family and the amount of contracts that came with bigger responsibilities at work, Kit felt like she could come undone at the slightest provocation. She was short-tempered on her best days, but the recent developments, paired with the pressure-cooker heat that seemed to precociously envelop the town of Cassel, could make her downright abrasive. 

Kit also happened to be starving — they had been eating chinese leftovers from the restaurant downstairs for the past three days, not exactly the recipe for peace and sound mind.

To top it all, there was tension — yes, the exact type of tension you would expect when you agree that sharing a small, second-floor apartment with your ex is a good idea. They were friends, absolutely, but the fact that Victor chose that particular moment to walk around the apartment in his shirtless glory, while she was buried in work, was almost as sexy as it was irritating. “What are you doing?”

-

If you’d told Victor a year ago that he would be sharing an apartment, back home, with his high school ex-girlfriend, he’d have asked you what you were smoking.

It was still a difficult thing to wrap his head around, though what aspect of it was the most surprising was up for debate. There’d always been the possibility of the band breaking up, of course--the odds for that were never zero. It’d been a thought in the back of his head, what would happen if, one day, they decided to go their separate ways. In those thoughts though, he’d never imagined this: their years of hard work amounting to nothing, returning him right back home where he’d started, with nothing to show for it, and no idea of where to go from there.

The teaching gig was a start, he supposed. It’d gotten him here, at least--but it was still unclear over how well thought out that plan had been. When Kit had proposed the offer of moving in together, to save cost on rent, Victor had been so desperate to get out of his mom’s house that he’d all but jumped at the chance. It wasn’t as if the last three months hadn’t been awful, by any means. It’d been almost ten years since the pair had dated, and even before they had, they’d been friends. And truthfully, it’d been kind of nice, having someone to come home to. Someone who, on some extent, got it. Got him. 

That wasn’t to say that there weren’t some...moments that’d occurred that more than alerted the pair on why living together might not have been the best move regarding their sanities. And sex drives.

As he exited his bedroom, the sound of Kit’s voice stopped him in his tracks halfway through the living room, his eyebrows immediately furrowing. “I got duck sauce on my shirt?” He held up the t-shirt in his hand, as if to prove his words. What initially had been thought of as a perk, living over a Chinese food restaurant, had slowly come to mean that the duo almost rarely ate anything else. Victor was pretty sure he was on his third reheat of the week. “I need to do laundry, anyways.” 

Noting the pile of paperwork surrounding Kit, his eyebrows raised. “What’re you doing?”

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trvisfletcher​:

Travis stood out in the front yard in attempt to escape the pounding house party music. He’d been out of prison for hardly five days now, and for some reason he thought going to an old friend’s party would be a good way to get back to his Cassle roots after eleven years. Eleven long, lonely years. His old friends were practically strangers now, and since anyone hardly visited, he had no clue what was going on in their lives anymore. He felt like an outsider in the town he grew up in. Travis once knew every inch of Cassle like the back of his hand, but now it felt like he’d been dumped in the middle of nowhere without a map or GPS.

Once he finished his cigarette, he stamped it out underneath his shoe with a heavy sigh. A few people started lingering in the yard, and Travis loved to talk too much to just stand there awkwardly with them. “Music in there is kinda crap, huh?” He scoffed, nodding back to the house behind him. “But who am I to judge– last time I was at a party, Party Rock Anthem was the biggest hit.”

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Victor didn’t even really know why he was there.

He hadn’t particularly been in a party mood the last eight or so months, despite having had his spirits improve in that time. The first few upon returning home had been rough, the weight of what’d occurred in New York hanging heavy off his shoulders. He’d hardly gotten out of his childhood bed during that time, playing into a vicious cycle of being reminded just why it was he was curled up in a twin sized bed in a room that hadn’t housed him since he was around twenty years old. The teaching program had helped: it’d given him an excuse to get out of the house and further out of town, something to be working towards as opposed to dwelling on the failings of.

He wasn’t sure if this was proper teacher behavior or not: attending a party, on a school night, nonetheless. But there he was anyways, beer in his grip, having escaped to the front yard to see whether or not Kit had somehow made her way outside...and also maybe to escape the sound of The Bright Ones latest single that was currently playing. She hadn’t, at least not from what Victor could tell, and he could still hear the sound of his own voice blaring from the speaker, but before he could turn around and make his way back inside, a familiar voice spoke from next to him.

It was hard for Victor to mask his surprise, having still been around in Cassel when Travis had been sentenced, but figuring the man must’ve been getting that reaction enough lately, he was quick to cover it with a laugh. “Hey, man, that song still goes hard.” Offering him a grin and a stretch of his hand, Victor added, “definitely better than whatever shit they’re playing in there.”

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act like you like each other

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                      cassel resident : victor hernandez.

full name. victor hernandez. age. twenty eight. birthdate. august 26th, 1992         zodiac. virgo. gender. male                            pronouns. he/him occupation. music teacher at cassel high. lives in. main street.

                                          about victor hernandez.

He was seven, the first time his dad forgot his birthday.

It made sense, when Victor looked back on it. The last time they’d spoken (Christmas, the year before), Ricardo had informed him that he was to be a big brother for the second time. It hadn’t occurred to Victor just yet that he’d never even met the brother who’d made him one in the first place, only a year after his own birth. By that August, the excitement of it had worn off, as quickly as his mother’s tight smile had as she stood with the phone pressed to her ear, each call to his father going unanswered. It was only a few days later that he finally called with news of his newest child’s birth, no acknowledgement of Victor’s own making its way into the conversation. 

It was not Ricardo’s infidelity that’d all but tarnished the relationship between him and his son. That could be chalked up to his near complete disappearance from his life. Despite his initial interest in remaining a part of Victor’s life after the divorce from his mother, this interest was quickly overshadowed by his newfound one in the family he’d accidentally started while away on a business trip, just months after Victor’s own birth. Early memories of his childhood would note that the only time Victor would speak to his father was on his birthday, or Christmas, fed lines of  “you sound so big, mijo’’ and “we’ll get you out here next summer” and “you’ll love Florida.” At first, like any boy who loved his father, Victor had believed him. Would hang up the phone and tell his mother about the plans Ricardo had for them, Disney World and the Kennedy Space Center, and like a good mother, Cynthia would sit there and listen and stroke his hair, and do the best to keep the sadness for her son out of her smile. 

If you asked Victor though, sad was not the way that he recalled growing up. His childhood, despite (or perhaps due to) his father’s departure from it, was a happy one, marked by the newest additions to his and Cynthia’s own family of two: the woman who would eventually go on to become his stepmom, and the daughter she brought with her. Truthfully, Victor doesn’t remember a time without his stepmom and sister in his life. Every happy memory he had looking back involved them in it: family trips and dinners and movie nights. Looking out into the crowd during school plays or concerts or soccer games and knowing there’d be smiling faces seeking him out too. Knowing that, above else, he got to go home every night to a place so full of love, he never felt the loss from his father’s side of the family. In his mother’s home, it was clear that space did not need to be made. It was just simply there.

It was actually his step-sister who first encouraged Victor to pick up the guitar for the first time. The instrument had sat in the corner of his room for as long as he could remember, a last ditch effort Christmas present from his father. Victor hadn’t so much as spared it a glance since receiving it years prior, but with her prodding, he’d decided to give it a try. Though he could barely play the chords, she would sit and sing along to his pieced together melodies, making up songs as they went. As his playing got better, so did her singing, and the songs they were writing. It was the first time Victor could remember thinking they could make something out of this.

High school, unfortunately, saw the two drifting–his sister’s focus on academics, and Victor’s growing stronger on wanting to make music professionally. He wasn’t the best student, never had been, and though his grades were decent enough and his parents were pushing for college, the desire to continue on with school past graduation never sparked his interest. His rejection from both Julliard and Berklee sure hadn’t helped, nor did the fact that, to this day, nobody even knows he’d applied in the first place. With his sister’s acceptance to her dream school, Victor hadn’t felt right about taking the spotlight away from her achievement…and maybe, perhaps, didn’t want the pity that accompanied it. He was happy for her, even if the thought of being on the opposite end of the country from his best friend stung…but not more than the fact that he was stuck at home, with no idea on where he was going from there.

At his guidance counsellor’s assistance, Victor enrolled in classes at the local community college, just to take a few general credits while he figured everything out. It was there, in one of the only music classes offered, that he met the three guy’s who also shared his dream of making it big doing what they love. And thus, The Bright Ones were born, right there in MUE 110.

Turns out, picking the name had been the easiest part, and that alone had taken months. Their biggest issue had been their range of abilities: three guitarists and a drummer weren’t going to cut it, and Victor eventually was elected to try his hand at bass. There were many arguments, late night songwriting sessions and rehearsals that all but ended in screaming matches, but eventually, they found their groove, and they were good.

Local gigs turned to statewide tours. Their fan base grew, each gig seemingly fuller than the ones that’d come before them. Even back then, Victor hadn’t been able to believe it. The rush of being up on stage, of hearing their lyrics being sung back to them, seeing their faces on handmade t-shirts…even then, it’d been unimaginable. He’d thought himself more than content to spend their entire careers, just like that.

But then came the record deal, the New York producer, the big move…The Bright Ones thrived in the city. Struggled a bit before they did, but once they took off, they were gone. An album turned to a tour, which they spent writing their second album, and then another tour…it was what dreams were made of, that feeling. And if he called his moms a little less often, or forgot to text his sister back, or found himself missing holiday’s more often than not, then they would have to understand, wouldn’t they? He was being given a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he had to make the most out of it.

They’d all changed. It was inevitable. And while Victor hadn’t been entirely oblivious to their worrying habits, or change in attitude, the destruction of their band from the inside out had still felt like a total blindsiding. One minute, they were gearing up for the promotional tour for their upcoming album, and the next…everything they’d worked so hard for, gone. Dropped from their label, down a member, and the remaining bandmates were sent packing for home with their tail between their legs.

It’s been about a year since then, and Victor is just starting to feel as if he’s adjusted to life back home. Having managed to achieve his bachelor’s degree in music, he was eligible for a fast tracked teaching certificate, having started at the beginning of the new semester at Cassel High, teaching music in the very same halls he’d once walked. It’s not where he ever imagined himself, but it paid enough (barely) to get him out of his childhood bedroom and into a place of his own, and for now, it would have to be enough.

New York had been the dream. Now he was awake.

                                        five songs. human ( rag’n’bone man ) / hey look ma, i made it ( panic! at the disco ) / my best habit ( the maine ) / ever since new york ( harry styles ) / freakin’ out on the interstate ( briston maroney )

            ↳ victor hernandez is faced by tommy martinez and penned by tabitha.

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The first thing Victor was aware of was the press of another body against his own.

They weren’t completely enveloped in one another. He was acutely aware of the empty space around his arms, his chest. But there was a bare thigh slotted between his own, and a foot nudged against his ankle, a lazy arm stretched across his waist. It was enough to bring a tired smile to Victor’s lips without even having to open his eyes to witness it, the warmth almost succeeding in it’s effort to lure him back to a peaceful sleep...

But the second thing Victor was aware of was the shrill screech of a phone’s alarm as it called out from the table beside them.

This time, his eyes did open, wide with the realization that he was very much not in his bed. He turned to Emmett as the other man roused, unable to keep his gaze from traveling the expanse of his bare back as he reached over to take care of the noise. It didn’t take long for the events of last night to come back to him: the takeout, the bottle of wine, dropping down to the mattress and pulling Emmet along with him...they’d done this before. Victor just didn’t usually spend the night.

On a school night.

“...morning.” He greets sheepishly, hand reaching up to push his disheveled curls out of his face. “I, uh...I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

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School of Rock (2003)

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Victor Hernandez ✖️28 ✖️Music Teacher at Cassel High ✖️ Native

Victor’s parents divorced around a year after his birth due to his father’s infidelity, having accidentally started a family down in Florida on a business trip just months after Victor was born.

His mother remarried around the time he was seven, bringing his stepmom and sister into his life, and it’s the two of them that completed their family and made it feel complete.

His sister was his best friend growing up, eventually being the one to encourage him to try his hand at the guitar. Over the years, the two would write songs together, and Victor’s love for music grew.

While high school saw his sister becoming more serious about academics, Victor’s desire to make music continued to soar. To appease his parents and his counselors, he secretly applied to both Julliard and Berklee, but was rejected by both, something that nobody knows to this day.

After graduation, he went on to enroll in some local community college classes, which is where he ended up meeting the fellow classmates that would make up The Bright Ones, their local band turned global sensation.

Within just years of forming, the group found themselves off in New York with a record deal and the makings of their first studio album. One album turned to a tour, which turned to writing their second album, and another tour..

The fame definitely changed them all. Victor himself was less reachable, more forgetful and arrogant...and the destruction of the band felt as if it’d come out of left field when, in reality, it was something that’d clearly been boiling underneath the surface for some time.

After being dropped from their label, Victor returned home about a year ago, with no idea what it was he was to do from there. Eventually, he gathered his bearings, enrolled in a fast tracked teaching certification, and is now three months into the semester at Cassel High as their newest music teacher. It’s not where he saw himself ending up, but it paid the bills and got him off of his mother’s couch, so it would have to do for now.

Wanted Connections:

Coworkers at Cassel High: Victor is the newest (I’m assuming) addition to the staff, and as a first time teacher, I’m sure he would love some people to be able to show him the ropes, make him feel as if he’s not completing failing these kids.

Friends from high school: He is a native, and was fairly popular growing up, so if your character is a similar age and from Cassel, it’s totally not out of the question that they’d know each other! Similarly, he has a step-sister that was the same age, so they could have been friends with her as well.

Fans of The Bright Ones: Before getting their big break, The Bright Ones were a local gig, so your character could’ve followed their journey from the beginning or just discovered them after they got popular (or after they broke up).

Patrons of Dough Re Mi Bakery: Victor’s mom owns the local bakery, and he’s been known to help out on the weekends.

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@kitgallagher

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10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

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You’re never gonna be left behind, okay? No matter what. You promise? I promise.

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Head not empty, head filled with the same song on repeat over and over for like a week