#wc: veronica mars

[theserpentsadvocate]

Aaaaah, I love stuff like this, thank you!

Tagged by: @copperarsenite

Tagging: @feeisamarshmallow @allonsymiddleearth @iceberg-hootenanny (and basically anyone who wants to, honestly)

rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on ao3 or your wips and try to draw some conclusions.

I'm going with fics in general, not chapters (because otherwise it would be entirely Satisfaction), and probably sticking to VM fic because all the Tolkien stuff I've posted recently has been crossposting. So last five posted and last five WIPs worked on. :)

(Also, warning that the second-last sentence has a racial slur (used by a character.))

Satisfaction

Veronica’s dad was the sheriff, so she was usually pretty scrupulous about not breaking the law. 

Flipping the Script

All Jade wanted was to get her mother’s car and drop it off with enough time to get to the library before it closed, and since the library was open late on Thursdays and she’d stopped to pick it up at 4 PM, it hadn’t seemed that difficult.

Unexpected Dividends

It was probably weird to run a to-do list for your boss in your head, but Eli had been doing it since his second month on the job, because Fred was competent, and reasonably organized, and obviously he was a hell of a mechanic, but his ability to prioritize was a little bit whacked out.

The Most Important Part

“Hot date?”

The Art of Starting Over

It turned out that calling your sort-of boyfriend after a whole week and a half of radio silence was daunting.

Choices (upcoming post S4 oneshot)

Jade grew up in San Diego.

Hunger Games AU for 'X universes Veronica didn't grow up in'

I didn’t sleep well, the night before the Reaping.

untitled WIP (zombie non-AU, post-S4)

Veronica made it home for the end of the world.

Carmen for 'Would've, Could've, Should've' (pending oneshot series)

Yesterday, Carter Phelps shoved Carmen into the stair railing and called her a wetback, like her parents swam all the way here from Venezuela.

Circle of Magic AU for 'X universes Veronica didn't grow up in'

The first time the Guard caught Weevil breaking into a rich man’s house, they tattooed an X on the web of skin between his thumb and first finger and threw him into a cell for the night.

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So for the obvious – I favour third person (which I knew), and I’m a bit heavier on female POVs than I anticipated (which I’m pleased with, actually). Also Jade's very prominent, and since I’m already 50% of the Jade/Eli tag on AO3, that doesn’t exactly shock me.

(It’s not immediately obvious for all of them, but every single one of these is Weevil-heavy, which is the most unshocking thing possible. I think I have exactly one VM fic in progress where he’s not central to the entire premise, and even there he’s still majorly present.)

Other than that, the closest thing to a trend that I can pick up is that apparently I like opening sentences that feel either dynamic or relatable? Satisfaction and the post-canon zombie fic both have the more classic hook of raising questions about what’s going on, and most of the JEC fics as well as Carmen’s WCS entry are an attempt to jump you right into the characters’ heads or at least their social reality. Whereas the fusion AUs seem to establish their crossover-fandom immediately (THG with an immediate reference to a well known part of that universe, and COM by heavily echoing Briar’s introductory sentence). I don’t know if I did it on purpose, but I like it, so I’ll have to see how much/if that holds true for the other ones in the series. (The BTVS and Animorphs ones are harder, because they involve discovering something, but the summary of the latter will definitely start with My name is Veronica…, and the 1-800-WHERE-R-U one starts with a direct shout-out.)

Anyway! I’d be interested to know if there’s anything that strikes you. :)

[taintedcigs]

i know places — e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x popular cheerleader!f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, ANGST, smut, p in v, kind of degradation, jealousy, praises, nicknames, br*eding kink, cre*mpie, FIGHT!!, eddie beats someone up, gareth is an asshole im sorry, and some flufff

summary: in which you are secretly dating eddie because his friends don't like you (wc: 6k+)

a/n: HELLO hello I AM BACK! i kind of hate this, and the ending sucks pls ignore it but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love ts x eddie!! also a part of this was heavily HEAVILY inspired by an ep of veronica mars bc its one of my fav shows!! also no dividers and i didn't proof-read SO PLEASE ignore the mistakes plss

Four months.

It had been four months since you and Eddie had started to “secretly date.”

And in all honesty, it had been fun. The sneaking around, the private dates, the quick fuck seshs in school, in the supply closet, after his D&D campaigns, in his van, in the woods.

And the teasing, oh god, the teasing.

It's why you were currently scrunched up in the back of his van, ragged breathing and curses, heavy tension filling the space.

“You done teasin’?” he asked, hovering over you.

It started with the glances in the hallway, at first, Eddie thought they were innocent. But the way you threw your head back as you touched Andy’s arm had Eddie’s jaw clenched.

He was sure his blood was boiling by the time he dragged you back to his van.

He dismissed your concerns about how he shouldn’t skip English again, he could care less, he needed you, and he needed you now.

It was driving him crazy too, while he had fun, he hated the idea of not being able to tell those stupid jocks to back off of his girl.

He hated the stupid school hierarchy and his friends for having to keep this relationship a secret, he hated not being able to show you off.

“Teasing?” You asked, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

“C’mon don’t play coy now.” He warned, “I know what you were tryin’ to do with that stupid jock.” He scoffed.

“And did it work?” You batted your lashes, and he rolled his tongue inside of his cheek. “Yeah.” He barely gave you any time to adjust before his lips hungrily attacked yours.

So needy and filled with lust that you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips. He didn’t waste any time as he reached for the edge of your tiny top almost ripping it off and letting it drop to the van’s floor.

You could feel your breath hitch with how rough he was being, his calloused fingers flipping your cheerleader skirt and moving your panties aside, sliding a finger as he groaned at the wetness, partying your pussy to get a better view of your gushing heat.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” He cursed under his breath, “Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby,” He peppered your heat. “All mine, yea?” He asked needily.

His fingers worked your clit with little circles, causing you to whimper out. “Mhmm.” You barely let out, eyes shutting immediately in pleasure.

His fingers worked to stretch you open, and his visible bulge was pressing hard against his uncomfortable pants, you knew you would get what you had been begging for all morning soon.

“You think it’s fuckin’ funny to try to make me jealous?” He raised a brow, and you stopped your lips from twitching into a smirk, you didn’t need him to edge you, not right now, not when you needed him this much.

“Nuh-uh.” You pouted, “Only did it cause you kept flirting with that girl yesterday at the gig.” You huffed, you knew you were being petty, but could care less, the downside to this whole deal was the fact that you couldn’t tell those girls to back off of him, you just had to smile and watch as they swooned all over him.

And if he could play at that game, so could you.

He gave you a slight chuckle before his fingers plunged in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you moaned for more. “Needy fuckin’ slut.” He’s being mean, and you love it.

“I’ll give you all the attention you need, yea? Such a bratty baby.” He teased.

You cried out when he retracted his fingers, feeling empty as you pouted at him. He was quick to get his aching cock out of the uncomfortable boxers, bouncing against his stomach as he hissed.

His breathing was ragged as his cock flexed in his palm, causing your thighs to tremble with need, “Do something.” You breathed.

He raised a brow at your eagerness, ��Please,” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes at the pent-up frustration inside of you.

He was quick to dip his head down your chest, mouth nibbling at your nipples, and you arched against his fingers, he was driving you crazy and you could feel his aching cock brush against your thighs.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” He cried out pinching your clit, “And all mine,” You liked how rough and possessive he got when he was jealous, you didn’t care that it was wrong, your heat was pulsing relentlessly with need.

“Jesus,” He cried out when he had one hand on your hip, and used the other to rub the tip of his pulsing cock against your entrance.

You trembled with desire when he teased you further, his pink tip sliding easily over your soaking cunt, “C’mon, thought you wanted to fuckin’ tease me?” He mocked.

“You’re already cryin’ out like a whore and I haven’t even touched you properly yet, peach,” He cooes, causing you to whine.

“N—need you,” Barely able to speak, you spread your thighs further, and Eddie gives you a chuckle, his mocking was making you throb even more.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you spread your legs like that for that dumb jock too, honey?” His words are laced with bitterness and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Uh—uh, only you,” You whine, he’s rough as he grabs your cheeks making you look at him, your eyes widen as you desperately plead for him to do something  — anything.

“Since I own this tight little cunt, I’m gonna use it like I fuckin’ want to,” He growls, and you whimper at that, Eddie’s lips tilt into a smirk, he knows you enjoy his words. “You want that, peach? You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy? Fill you to the brim with my warm load?” He asks, and it makes you tilt your head backward in pleasure when he teases his tip against your entrance again.

“Mpmhm… Fuckfuckfuck, yes please!” You’re practically shaking with the need to be fucked.

He grasped your wrists in one hand, pinning them against the cold walls of his van, making you hiss, barely giving you any warning before he slowly prodded his aching cock inside your velvety walls.

“Fuckohfuckohfuck,” His breathing was ragged and you could almost feel his cock splitting you open, your mouth rounding into a silent ‘Oh.’

As he plunged himself deeper into you, your back arched back toward him, making your cunt clamp down on his cock, and he growled, “S’fuckin’ tight, poor baby must’ve felt so empty without my cock, yea?” He cooes and you nod quickly.

You could feel your insides burn, both from need and from how big Eddie was. “Mmmph, greedy fuckin’ cunt. Takin’ me so well, honey.” He murmured peppering your face with kisses, you could barely take in his words, your mind clouded with desire.

Your eyes welled up in tears again, it felt so fucking good, feeling him this deep inside of you, “Shhh… you can do it baby,” Eddie encouraged as he forced himself deeper into your soaking walls.

“Be a good girl and take it all, can you do that honey?” You nodded immediately, Eddie’s hands were quick to caress your cheeks, “Good fuckin’ girl,” He murmured before he went on and on, his cock invading your walls until he was sure he was balls deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help the filthy squeaks that escaped your lips, the space of the van filled with your mewls and Eddie’s balls slapping against you.

He licks your neck before he bites hard onto your shoulder, his grunts filling the room as he plunges harder into you.

“Jesus fucking— mmpfh… just like that honey,” He murmurs into your neck, “My perfect fuckin’ girl.”

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” He nibbles on your neck, hands pinching your nipples. “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, baby,” He groans as he slams further inside of you.

“Edsedsedseds!” You repeat like a mantra, “What’d’ya need, peach?” He asks smugly.

“Jesus— n-need to cum!” You cry out and Eddie’s brain short-circuits for a moment, as you lay beneath him, plump lips making ‘Oh!’ sounds as your head is tilted back, and Eddie revels in it.

“Do it, honey. Cum for me,” He encourages.

“Need that tight little cunt to clamp down on me, peach,” He groans, and your whimpers get louder, you know you’re getting close and Eddie can feel how much you tighten around him.

“Shitshitshiiit— baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ greedy, and so fuckin’ tight,” He grunts. “All mine, angel.”

“’M close, Eds…” You barely blurt out in your fucked out state, and Eddie coos, “Cum for me, honey, c’mon cream my cock.”

He tilts his hips up further and hits your velvety walls so perfectly that almost has your eyes crossing.

Once his calloused fingers make their way onto your clit, rubbing slow circles and also giving your sensitive spot a pinch you cry out, trembling beneath him as you feel yourself release around his cock.

He lets out a loud grunt, “S’fuckin’ tight when you cum, shit— Gonna fuck my load into you, baby.”

“You want that? You want me to fill that pretty pussy, have you leakin’ my cum for days?” You nod weakly, still too fucked out to answer.

“Fuckfuckfuck— yeah, baby, gonna fill your tight little hole up, gonna give you all this cum,” He grunted.

“Would you like that honey? Shit—so fuckin’ tight, beg for it, beg for me, princess—” He almost growls into the curve of your neck, his hips slamming forward roughly, “Please—Eds, please, need your cum…” You make a mewling sound and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat and he knows he’s getting close now.

“Jesus—I’m gonna cum, honey. God—I’m gonna spend all of my load in this tight little cunt peach, it’s takin’ me so well, baby, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to, fuckfuckfuck—”

“Goin’ to fuck my load into you, baby, need to fill you up nice and sweet,” He cooes, mind boggling with the sight of your tits jiggling each time he slams harder into you, he knows he is rearing his orgasm with the way his hips stutter.

“Cum inside’a me, please,” You purr, eyes sultry as they meet Eddie’s, his grip on your hips tightens enough to leave a mark, your words sending a wave of pleasure to him as his movement is picked up.

“Mhmm, I love it when you fill me up s’warm and nice, and make me yours,” You murmured and that was it for Eddie.

His groans became uncontrollable now, and his eyes squeezed shut, he slammed into your body one last time, roughly, a string of curses spilled from his lips before his cock pulsated and his warm sticky load painted your insides, already spilling out of your tight cunt with how stuffed you were, falling down your thighs. 

With a few “Fuckfuckfuck’s” Eddie collapsed on top of you, lips peppering your face softly as he wrapped an arm around you, murmuring, “You okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly, “Mhmm…” You relaxed into his warm body, “That fuckin’ punk really thought he could flirt with you, huh?” He chuckled; he was still possessive, bringing a dark smile to your lips.

“You know what you have to do to keep them away, don’t you?” You raised a brow, and he immediately knew what you were implying, but he wasn’t ready for any of it.

“Not this again,” He huffed, and you were quick to get out of his hold, you weren’t the type to push a guy around to make things exclusive, but with Eddie, you wanted nothing more than that, you didn’t even care about the teasing you would endure when the two of you made things official, but he certainly did, and it was starting to hurt you.

“Nevermind,” You murmured, searching for your clothes as Eddie got up, “Why are we in such a hurry?” He asked, tone worried. “We already skipped one class, I don’t wanna skip another one, doofus.” You narrowed your eyes at him before slipping on your skirt, sighing in relief when you found your panties discarded on the floor.

“You mad at me or somethin’?” You could tell how fragile he was acting around you, and it made your heart ache, but all of the secrets and running around were getting to you, the girls that were throwing themselves at Eddie as he flashed them a chuckle made your blood boil, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, it’s just super fucking tiring to act like you don’t exist, when you’re the only person I want in my life,” Your words come out faster than you mean to, and you look at him with such a hopeful gaze that Eddie’s heart tightens, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“Honey…” He whispers, before pulling your body to his again, “You have no fuckin’ idea how much I want that to happen, but—”

“But, what?” Your voice is irritated.

“But you know how the guys are, you know how annoying Gareth—” You immediately scoff at the name.

You had no idea when or why it happened.  You had no idea what caused him to act this way toward you. But Eddie’s friends absolutely hated you.  Especially Gareth. Jeff also did not like the fact that you were the head cheerleader, but Gareth almost had a vendetta against you, you had barely interacted with him, but the boy was out to get you.

You were fine with the kids, Dustin and Mike had adored you the second you protected them against Carver’s idea of a joke. Lucas, with his new place on the basketball team, understood you, granted he had no idea of what was happening between you and Eddie, but he knew you were Eddie’s friend, and he knew how hard Eddie’s friends have been on you.

And that is exactly why you and Eddie had decided to keep your relationship a secret that started a few months ago.

Eddie had doubts about what people would say about your relationship, and he couldn’t handle the fact that his friends would have a say in it, he wanted to keep you away from them, as long as possible.

And he assumed your popular friends wouldn’t be so keen on him, either.

So you agreed to keep the relationship a secret, but it was eating away at you now.

“It’s about him again, isn’t it?” You asked, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Four months and you can’t even dare to say I’m your girlfriend, because of fucking Gareth,” You spat out.

“It’s not just about that—Jesus, you think your cheerleader and jock friends would fuckin’ enjoy havin’ the freak around?” His tone was louder now and you hated it.

“I don’t care! I don’t give the slightest fuck what they would think about my boyfriend, it’s my business and they don’t fucking get a say in it, Eddie!” Your insecurities were on the surface now, even if Eddie couldn’t tell, you were hurt by him wanting to hide you away this much, caring more about Gareth who had this twisted game of trying to hurt you, and it made you feel like absolute shit like Eddie could care less about you.

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that? I do! But Gareth—” You scoffed interrupting him as you turned around to face him. “Fuck him!” Your voice raised in fury.

“Look, Eddie, if you don’t want this—” Your hand was quick to point between the two of you, “Just say the fucking word.”  

“You’re twistin’ my fuckin’ words around,” His voice didn’t hold the confidence it did before, his eyes were washed over with guilt and worry, he couldn’t afford to lose you, and if he kept being a jackass, it looked like he was going to.

“You’re unbelievable,” He scoffed, “I’m unbelievable?” You quoted him, eyes narrowing again.

Eddie was on his last straws and he knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to back down, he couldn’t let you see the vulnerable side of him this soon, there was no way you would be able to stay with him, not when you saw how fragile he actually was.

“Yeah! You fuckin’ are,  acting all insane and shit just because you felt jealous over some stupid girls—” And he stops there because the exasperation of breath that slipped past your lips is so loud that he realizes what he just said.

“Fuck you,” You say it so ironically and humorously, that Eddie likes to think this is one of those ironic ‘Fuck you’s you had uttered to him before, slightly nudging his side as you gave him a warm smile, but you’re nothing but cold now.

“If you think that’s what this is about then I have nothing to say to you,” Your voice was timid before you made your way to the door, Eddie’s faint mumbles of your name were just dizzying your mind when you felt the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

And with that, Eddie spent the rest of the day either sulking or using other people as his anger outlet, he knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help it when you spent the rest of the day ignoring him, acting like he didn’t even exist, and it was killing him.

It got so much worse for him around lunchtime, his table was facing you, and his throat tightened, a lump forming at the fact that you didn’t even glance at him, not even turning your head toward his direction.

Eddie was fidgeting in his seat, he was itching to run over to your side, scream at the top of his lungs that you were his girlfriend, and kiss you, right in front of the entire school.

It was killing him, not being able to show you how much he fucking loved you. And his mind was now swirling with the idea that you finally realized how much of a loser he was, or that you finally realized how he didn’t deserve you, not in the slightest bit.

After one fucking conversation he had managed to push you away, and possibly manage to ruin one good fucking thing in his life, and he wanted to bang his head against the table while yelling out idiotidiotidiot!

Eddie knew he had to do something, as soon as possible, you were slipping away from his fingers, and he couldn’t handle losing you.

You were doing everything you can to avoid his gaze, no matter how much your head itched to cock in his direction.

Trying your best to stay unbothered as you attempted to laugh genuinely at the cheesy jokes Andy was providing the table with.

And Eddie’s blood was boiling, you seriously didn’t mean to make him jealous, but it didn’t matter to him, you were acknowledging everyone and specifically Andy right now but him, and it made Eddie’s jaw clench uncontrollably.

The banter going on at the table was unknown to him, but it made your skin crawl as if Gareth was saying some stupid shit about you again as if the entire table was mocking you, it was cruel, or at least it felt cruel to you.

That’s when your throat tightened up, your mind foggy as you could barely focus on anything but the chatter going on at Eddie’s table.

The cafeteria noises were pounding in your head now, jock’s table filled with the obnoxious laugh of Jason Carver, and you could even hear Robin blabbing something to Steve somewhere behind you. It was all a blur to you by now.

It surely had nothing to do with you but your mind and anxiety were enough to convince you that Gareth was making fun of you at the table. That little voice in your head there to tell you all the worst possibilities.

You barely noticed Eddie’s body burning off with rage when you were so focused on trying to hear what Gareth was saying, it shouldn’t have bothered you this much, but knowing how close he was to Eddie and how much he hated you… maybe it meant something.

Maybe Gareth knew that you were not good enough for Eddie, maybe you deserved it.

Maybe Gareth was right, maybe you were not right for Eddie, maybe he deserved to be with someone who liked his stupid D&D game, someone who didn’t conform, someone who wasn’t a coward, maybe someone who wasn’t a—

“Hey…”

“You okay?” Chrissy’s concerning voice caused your train of thought to disappear, at least pushing it back into your subconscious until you were ready to face your problems again.

“Mhmm,” You were quick to flash her with a smile, it wasn’t genuine and she probably knew it wasn’t genuine but, she stood silent as she didn’t want to put you on blast in front of everyone, giving you a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring squeeze in your arm, and you invited it in, cold demeanor changing within seconds.

And Eddie could sense it now, sitting across you, leaning in his chair like a storm isn’t brewing in his head, eyeing you carefully.

You slowly readjusted yourself, eyes quickly stealing a glance from Eddie’s table–but never at him.

And if he wasn’t watching he would’ve missed it, but he didn’t—hope inside of him blossoming like never before.

He was fidgeting to get out of his seat, run over to you, hands itching to hold you again, never to let go this time.

Your quick glance, instead of resulting in Eddie’s attention, brought Gareth’s unwarranted attention to you.

You felt uncomfortable in your seat now, you knew now your anxiety about him talking awfully about you to Eddie would be true now.

“She’s such a spoiled brat,” Gareth blurted out.

“Who are you talking about?” Jeff asked mindlessly, hands dipped into the fries he had been munching on.

“That stupid cheerleader,” Eddie’s head snapped at the mention of that, surely Gareth didn’t mean—Oh.

It was as if the rage building in within Eddie had snapped within seconds, thoughts in his head swirling, blaming Gareth for the fight.

“Watch it,” Eddie’s voice spoke before he turned his attention to Gareth, the table immediately quitening down.

“Excuse me?” Gareth questioned, taken aback, before Eddie cocked his head in his direction.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk about her,” His teeth were gritted, and your ears perked up at the rise in Eddie’s voice.

“The fuck are you on about?” Gareth replied back, the tension in the table was rising and Dustin was fidgeting im his seat by now.

“I’m telling you to keep your mouth shut when it comes to her, is that clear?” Eddie bounced from his seat, so quickly that he didn’t realize the entire cafeteria staring at him, including you.

Gareth gave him a confused chuckle, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you defending a cheerleader now or what? Have you forgotten how awful they have been to us?” He raised a brow.

“She didn’t do anything,” Eddie defended you like his life depended on it, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being, for caring about Gareth’s half-witted input on you, like he ever actually had a conversation with you other than throwing insults to your way under his breath.

“So leave her alone,” It was more like a threat than anything else, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the scene, Eddie not noticing your gaze, blinded by the rage.

Eddie was barely hanging by a thread, the way he leaned over the table eyes bulging out as he stood over Gareth, everyone could sense it.

A loud whoo’s from the jock’s table caused you to huff, before you knew it, Jason Carver was involved.

“Trouble in paradise?” He shouted, followed by the obnoxious laughter of his followers, they called Eddie the leader of a satanic cult but by the looks of it, Jason and his stupid little jocks fit the description more.

“Oh, shut it, Carver,” Your mouth opened before your mind could process it, heads turned toward you and you were afraid to look back up now.

The laughter from Jason’s table had died down, and you could feel plenty of eyes on you, but what mattered the most, you could feel Eddie’s burning gaze on you, the storm in his mind calming down with your tone.

Before you knew it everyone went into something else, Chrissy was quick to start a conversation and you could see from the corner of your eye that Dustin had probably took on the same job, spewing nonsense until the tension deviated.

Eddie had slumped into his seat now, thighs spread wide open while his leg fidgeted, his anger had dissipated—eyes trained on you again, it was so obvious now, even Chrissy was nudging you.

The conversation at the table was no longer interesting, he didn’t even attempt to care if Gareth was okay, you stood up to him in front of the entire school, so mindlessly that Eddie felt like a coward.

Guilt ran through his veins quicker than it intended to, Eddie knew he has been acting like an idiot, but you had opened his eyes further.

He knew he had to talk to you.

And once he saw you leaving the cafeteria alone, he knew it was now or never.

He barely waited right after you left, ignoring the voices from the table calling out for him as he waved them off, mumbling incoherently about how he had to take care of something.

You stopped when you heard his weighted footsteps, jogging after you as he called your name.

You were afraid to turn around, afraid to ask him what had happened that made him lash out at Gareth like that.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words that slipped past his almost trembling lips, his honey-brown eyes mellow.

“I said some really stupid things I shouldn’t have said,” were the words that followed, you could tell he meant it, ragged breath escaping with each word, he was nervous.

Your heart tightened in your chest, unable to open your mouth, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“I—I don’t need you to say anything,” He breathed again, and it’s not like you could get any words out now, they all died down in your throat.

“I just need you to trust me,” He murmured, calloused hands coming in contact with your shoulders as he held you steady, your legs feeling like jelly when he looked at you like that.

“W—with what?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it when he was standing this close to you, it didn’t matter if you had been dating for the last four months, you could tell something in him had changed, with the way he held you in public, your mind getting excited about the possibilities.

“I’m gonna fix this,” He pointed between the two of you, almost mimicking you from before.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, does that sound okay?” He gave you a warm smile, teeth flashing and dimples forming on the right side of his cheek, making you giggle immediately.

“O–okay,” You didn’t mean to sound so excited–almost desperate, but you could feel your insides twist with hope with each of his words, breaking down the guards you spent building up all these years.

He gave you a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his smile never wearing off, “See you after school, yea?” You nodded quickly, heat rising up on your cheeks.

By the time Eddie picked you up by your house, your chest tightened, the whole ride was more silent than usual, the stereo Eddie usually blasted now stayed as a background noise as you fidgeted in your seat.

“Are you ever gonna tell me where we are going? Or at least what we’re gonna do?” You asked curiously, head cocking to his side.

“So impatient,” He mocked, hands drumming on the steering wheel before he flashed you a smile.

“We’re almost there,” He announced, and the roads were becoming all too familiar to you now.

“Are we going to the trailer?” You asked excitedly, and Eddie threw you a look.

“You do know what surprises mean, don’t you?” He raised his brows and flashed a teasing smile, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You huffed playfully, crossing your arms against your chest.

“You do realize how cute you look when you get all mad like that?”

"Oh, stop it," you stammered, covering your face slightly with your hands, attempting to hide your embarrassment and the smile that threatened to betray you.

Eddie flashed a toothy-grin, dimples ever so present, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to.

Gaze lingered on his features longingly, as if trying to capture every detail in your memory. “Thank you for today,” He murmured, almost embarrassed, looking out on the road as his hands got clammy on the steering wheel.

You know exactly what he was thanking you for, but you still threw him a puzzled look.

“For standing up to Carver like that,” He adds, clearing his throat,

“I doubt you realize it Eddie but—”

“I think I’d pretty much do anything for you,” The words blurted out before you could process them, brain jumbled from everything that happened today.

A soft smile curved his lips as he watched you, eyes tracing every contour of your face with awe.

The rest of the ride was silent, as you kept your promise to not spoil the surprise, mind filled with various ideas as Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer.

"So... will you tell me the surprise now?" You asked, smile etching on your face as Eddie gave you a breathy laugh.

"Such an impatient baby, huh?" He mocked, nudging your shoulder playfully, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

As you caught up to him, he couldn't help but reach out to brush your hand with his fingertips, a subtle gesture of affection.

When he finally intertwined them, your heart raced, possibilities of whatever the surprise was overwhelming you as your palms grew sweaty with anxiety when you faced the daunting door to Eddie's trailer.

Eddie's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, with a twist of the key in his hands, the lock mechanism turned, and he pushed the door open, revealing loud chattering coming from the room.

You got startled when Eddie fully opened the door, almost squealing when you saw all of the Hellfire Club squeezed into the living room, your eyes widening at Eddie's surprise.

It was silent before Gareth spoke up, “What kind of a sick joke is this supposed to be?” He chuckled bitterly, Eddie felt hot-blooded again.

“Is this why you defended her during lunch?” He chuckled, and your eyes widened at the revelation—so, that's why Eddie lashed out at lunch.

"Unfuckinbelievable," Gareth scoffed.

Eddie's jaw tightened, the muscles flexing with the strain of suppressing the overwhelming urge to lash out. “What the hell are you doing? Please tell me this is a new joke of yours called ‘I’m fucking the spoiled brat cheerleader to spite the jocks’.” Gareth spoke up, and turned around to Jeff and others for approval, but the rest of the guys just stood silent, he had crossed the line and everyone could sense it.

Your face soured at his comment, and you could feel Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, he was getting fired up. “Goodbye, Gareth.” Eddie spoke calmly, much to your and everyone else’s surprise. Every movement he made was rigid, calculated, as if trying to contain the tempest of rage threatening to consume him.

Gareth turned to Eddie baffled, “What?” He scoffed, and Eddie gave a breathy chuckle before straightening up to collect himself. “Get out of my house.” Eddie spat with rage inside of him.

“You have a problem with, her, you leave.” You looked up at him softly as you gently squeezed his hand to let him know that it was okay, he didn’t need to make a scene, and he softened with your touch.

“Actually, if you have a problem with Y/N, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like…” He mocked a thinking face, “Evaporate or something, I don’t know.” A sarcastic smirk was plastered onto his lips now.

Everyone stood silent, causing Eddie to huff.

“That’s kind of a general invitation, if you don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading toward the rectangle with the knob.” A wide smile spread across your face at him calling you 'his girlfriend', you leaned towards him almost, eager to soak in every word.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Gareth spat out, Eddie rolled his tongue inside of his cheek at the comment, it looked like Gareth wasn't just going to go away silently, and Eddie wasn't sure if he could hold off the storm brewing inside of him if Gareth dared to talk about you again.

“Selling off your friends for a cheer slut—”

THUMP!

The sound that resonated in your ears before Gareth laid on the ground beneath you, it happened all so fast, Eddie's veins pulsating with the surging rage before his fists collided with Gareth's cheek.

Your mouth hung open, words trapped in your throat as your voice failed you in the face of disbelief.

Eddie cowered over him, the rest of the guys standing in shock as they tried to hold him back, they didn't need to, Eddie was done with Gareth.

“I told you to not fuckin' speak about her, was that not clear?” He spat out his words with seething anger. Gareth looked back at him with a groan.

“Then let this be a lesson for you.” He sneered.

It was all blurry, Gareth still groaning and mumbling under his breath as he left without a goodbye, the rest of the guys apologizing as they took care of Gareth, congratulating the two of you before he left to probably get that poor boy some ice.

“Well... I'd say that went pretty well?” A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, and you giggled at Eddie's inability to defuse the tension in the room.

“'M so sorry...” You straightened your posture, lifting your head to meet Eddie's soft gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, eyes glinting with admiration.

“I don't care about him,” He scoffed.

“He doesn't fucking get to talk about you like that, and he doesn't deserve to be in my life,” His firm stance and unwavering eye contact were signaling you that he meant every word he was saying, he got sick of Gareth's shit, that's why this had happened, not because of you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, honey,” He muttered, pressing soft kisses into your hair, he was trying to relieve you of your guilt, telling you that this was all on Gareth.

He leaned slightly forward, subtly closing the distance between you and him. “Now see,” He muttered, “Why can't it just be like this?” He couldn't help but reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender as his fingers ached to touch you.

“Why do other people in the world have to exist, huh?” Every time he spoke to you, his voice took on a softer, almost more mellow tone, as if he was savoring the words to speak to you on his lips.

Your head tilted slightly with a giggle, eager to absorb every word he uttered. Each touch, each gaze you shared, sent an unwavering contentment through his entire being, more than you realized.

[inadeqcies]

❝ —— MY  FATHER  SAYS  SHE  WAS  BORN  LUCKY  .  HE  SAYS  I  WAS  LUCKY  TO  BE  BORN "

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. ･ﾟ   ┇    (  taylor zakhar perez  .  cis male  .  he/him  )  .    ⸻ ricardo garcia  ,  twenty-seven years old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for 6 months . the  regal is  known  for  being  hubristic  and steely and  is  often  associated  with routinely clenching and unclenching jaws, slow smirks that feel like a deal with the devil, clean pressed perfectly tailored shirts matched with expensive cologne  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  the owner of the register word  travels  fast 

HELLOOO ! i’m g ! i’m 27 , living in the cursed aedt tz . . i use she / her pronouns . i am a proud indian , and lover of all poc ! i’m also doing the dolly parton working 9 to 5 , what a way to make a living ! so my activity will be v random as i also got a new job and i think the hours will be wild !

inspo for ricardo is jackson whittemore ( teen wolf ) , guzman ( elite ),  every character from succession , harry bingham ( the society ) maybe a little logan echolls ( veronica mars ) and a little bit nate jacobs ( euphoria ) 

he puts the ASS in ASSHOLE ( and clASSy , but i prefer asshole )

heterosexual cis male . . . that says it all :/

a demon boy

honestly ricardo is an arrogant and smug piece of shit , who has probably offended you or said something greatly insulting to you at some point in your life ( im so sorry and i will continue apologising for him but he really is so irredeemable ) 

uses people so he can get ahead / get what he wants

is only focused on himself and an outcome that suits him

will use you

will treat you like shit

will smirk annoyingly as he does it all

cruel

has major anger issues

has major issues in general tbh

honestly just really hates himself and has so much self hate and pent up anger . he probably should go to therapy

‘ i feel like i’m the worst , so i always act like i’m the best ‘

he was given up for adoption at a young age , and thats basically the main source of all of his rage and anger and ability to think he is not worth anything ( self fulfilling prophecy tbh )

he bounced around for a while , foster home to foster home . he got into a lot of fights , with other kids , and with foster parents . he was not an easy kid , nor did he try to be . if anything - he always did the opposite

lowkey definitely has commitment issues and doesn’t like the idea of needing anybody except for himself , hence why he will always be snarky and a lil ass

he finally got adopted properly when he was about 15 years old - by two women who are smart , intelligent , quick witted and very wealthy

he was not close to them , despite their best efforts , but he does greatly respect them and their ‘’’ Hustle ‘’’’

he's come to redcreek for . . . reasons that may be explained later hehe . he's been here for 6 months and he fucking hates it ! he hates u people ! he hates this shitty town !

he definitiely paid his way into owning the register like by no means should this be his job . he's so Succession coded .

i am soooo open to connections and plots ! sorry this isn’t v well developed but i usually work best off chemistry and just kinda running with whatever ? i'm online really sporadically so pls forgive that . . . also pls forgive me for bringing such a c-bomb of a character in LMAO .

[hypnotiscd]

❝ —— I  WANT  TO  BE  A  KID  AGAIN  .   BUT  PROPERLY  THIS  TIME  . "

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. ･ﾟ    ┇ ⸢  SOPHIA ALI  ,  CIS FEMALE  ,  SHE / HER  , ⸥  ❛  ⸻ nadia singh  ,  twenty-five years old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for fifteen years . the  satirical is  known  for  being  witty  and restless and  is  often  associated  with shirts haphazardly hanging down shoulder blades, bed hair matched with sunglasses, the ability to sober up remarkably quickly  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  receptionist at sisters of the moon  word  travels  fast 

helloooo again it is i again , g , 27 . she / her pronouns ! aedt tz ( shudder ) . im typing whilst working, so  pls excuse me if this is incoherent !!!

main inspirations for nadia : veronica mars ( veronica mars ), rebeka ( elite ), fleabag ( fleabag ), & kiara carrera ( outer banks )

nadia is quite scrappy ! she’s definitely outspoken and quippy and filled with sarcasm to the BRIM

the queen of banter .

everything slides off her quite easily . she’s not a hugely emotional or deep person and prefers living life that way

shes grown up in redcreek basically! this is her home and she likes it here , despite all the . . yanno . . murdering . .

Parentified Daughter . .. iykyk

her parents kinda dipped outta redcreek when she turned 18 so nadia is very much here by herself . she has an older sibling but a VERY large age difference between them so she doesn't really have family or is close to them

nadia always kinda had to parent her parents . they are funny larger-than-life people but also extremely reckless , hence why she's quite reckless herself and never Finishes anything . she was never taught how to ! like fr , her parents are the ones who nadia would pick up from a party bc theyre too drunk or wake up to 3000 missed calls from them bc they've woken up in a park and need nadias help . v immature and young .. parents who shouldnt have been parents .

nadia is kinda ?? doesn't really know what to do in redcreek atm . she's just Here but has always dreamed of leaving . she won't tho , bc she's Waiting Expectantly for her parents to RETURN HOME lmao ( they probs wont )

shes a very nosy person . whilst she doesn’t like drama for herself , she loves it for other people . she's very reactive and has an expressive face so if u wanna talk shit , she's ur girl !

an adult with childlike behaviours , queen of just doing whatever the hell she wants when she wants it . starting a jewellery business ? done . deciding to take up saxophone lessons ? done . learning a new language ? done . but also . . .

. . . . she never really finishes anything and is borderline unreliable . she has all these half done projects and half begun ideas .

pretty extroverted . not shy and definitely doesn’t hold back on the honesty , too, even when you maybe don’t want it .

always looks like she needs help carrying things . she walks around with her arms and hands full constantly and refuses to bring a bag with her anywhere . the anxiety u probably get just from being around here , waiting for her to drop or lose something . . incredible

the kinda person who is literally always down for whatever at any given time and who always has slightly wild stories ( think of alexis from schitts creek, in that vein )

doesnt like sitting still at ALL

she's quite perceptive . i think she puts on this jokey personality for people but she's also probably the first one to ask if you're ok , or if you need anything . she'll eye you from across a bar and just Know if something is wrong .

you can usually find her in very random spaces jknfnjfk she just kinda Appears and gets along with people as best as she can

her personality is very chameleon - like , she can and will Match ur Energy

i'm not a HUGE discord girly , so pls mssg me here maybe ?? if u wanna plot ?? i usually like to go with the flow and kinda just vibe with chemistry and see whats poppin . i don’t have plots for her written yet , but i will get to that ! consider her a blank board for now tho !

in the meantime if u see her fitting any plot or connection   - take her and use her !

[aurorabayrpg]

Welcome to Aurora Bay [MARY]! We hope you enjoy your stay! Please send in your account within 24 hours to secure [MADISON BAILEY, JOE KEERY, and MELISSA BARRERA] as your faceclaims, and please be sure to review our checklist!

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [VERONICA MICHAELS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MADISON BAILEY]. You must be the [TWENTY-TWO] year old [RECPTIONIST AT AURORA BAY HOSPITAL]. Word is you’re [INTELLIGENT] but can also be a bit [ALOOF] and your favorite song is [UPTOWN FUNK BY BRUNO MARS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it! *aj carter childhood best friend wc*

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MARCUS WILSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JOE KEERY]. You must be the [TWENTY-FIVE] year old [MECHANIC AT PIT STOP GARAGE]. Word is you’re [CHARMING] but can also be a bit [STUBBORN] and your favorite song is [AS IT WAS BY HARRY STYLES]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [GABRIELA 'GABBY' ORTIZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MELISSA BARRERA]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [HAIR STYLIST/OWNER OF CIELO HAIR SALON]. Word is you’re [INTELLIGENT] but can also be a bit [SNOBBISH] and your favorite song is [ANTI-HERO BY TAYLOR SWIFT]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

[kimsgoeun]

❣️ for logan/veronica

@kaceyrps

❣️ : our muses find themselves under a mistletoe by coincidence

Veronica slipped out of the locked room and went back down the hallway. It felt like she was in the all clear until she noted security following her. Shit, she thought as she quickened her pace and headed back into the party.

Was it the smartest idea in the world to go searching for evidence right then and there? Definitely not. But in her defense, if she saw a window, she couldn't just not go in it. Trying to look as natural as possible, she moved through the crowd, muttering excuse me to those she passed. All she had to do was get out and leave and she'd be in the clear.

So when an hand grabbed her arm, she figured it was all over. Sighing, she turned, ready to relay some lie. Surprisingly enough, she was met with a familiar face. The fact that Logan happened to be there seemed to luck out in her favor--just not his.

He dropped his hold on her arm now that she had stopped. "Should I even ask what you're doing here?"

"I mean, it'd be the polite thing to do," she smiled. He let out a sigh and she watched as his gaze turned to something behind her. Veronica didn't need his height to know what he was probably seeing.

"I take it the security is looking for you?"

She shrugged, smiling innocently, and he rolled his eyes. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her through the throngs of people at the party. Without a clue as to where they're heading, she can only trust that he knows someplace to lay low in.

They stop in some alcove, hidden behind some of the foliage in the house. His brows are furrowed as he looks behind him to see if anyone was coming. A part of her knew she should be a little worried, but she was more of a worry after you get in trouble type of gal.

“Thanks, Logan,” she said. He responded in jest that they weren’t exactly out of the woods yet. And he was right. Just as he said it, Veronica spotted another guard heading towards them. Looking around, she tried to think quick on her feet, hoping something will help get them out of being approached. Just as Logan offered to distract them as she left, she spotted something above their heads. 

“Don’t freak out, okay?” she said in warning. 

His brow rose in question, but before he could ask for clarification, Veronica grabbed him by the lapels of his suit and pulled him towards her. Her lips were pressed to his and she threw an arm around his neck. For a second he remained frozen against her lips and she wondered if he was going to push her away. But a hand falls to her waist and it isn’t long until she feels the wall pressed into her back. And even though she knows she’s kissing him as a cover, she can’t help but realize how much she’s enjoying it. 

It takes her a bit to her force herself to pull away from him. Their breaths are labored and she tried not to look at him for too long so she wouldn’t feel the need to kiss him all over again. “I think they’re gone,” she murmured. Her eyes slid back over to him and she realized they’re still awfully close. 

“So how’d you come up with this plan?” he asked, arm still around her. Veronica looks up and he follows the gesture. He chuckled when he saw the mistletoe above their heads. “Ah. I see.” 

“Yep.” Her hand slips from his shoulder and he finally takes a step back. Surprise comes over her as she notes how disappointed that that’s the end of things. “So, uh, thanks for that. I should probably get going before they come looking for me again...” she said and tried not to look at him. “I’ll, uh, see you later then, Logan.” 

Hopefully by the time she did, the memory of kissing him would be long forgotten.  

[durkacz]

*   ♤   ⧽   —   welcome back to gallagher academy, alisa durkacz! originally hailing from gallagher, this alum specializes in linguistics, culture, & assimilation. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of quicksilver smiles and acidic candy, the poise that comes with legacy, light reflecting off a coin dancing across knuckles, wind-tangled hair.  it’s the sagittarius’s birthday on 11/26/1987, and when they were still in school their most requested dish was tostadas de pollo from the school’s chefs. hopefully their presence can help ease the minds of gallagher students.

*   ♤   ⧽   —   google  doc   /   pinterest   /   wc  .

below   the   cut   is   the   sparknotes   version   of   her   google   doc   ---   it   also   includes   some   minor   details   that   are   more   abstract   in   the   full  bio .    considering   i   wrote   practically   all   of   the   doc   between   1 - 3 am,   pls   forgive   me .

so,   alisa  ‘i’m  gonna  steal  the  declaration  of  independence’  durkacz   ---

   -   born  in  cape  cod,  maine  and  spend  most  of  her  childhood  at  her  maternal  side’s  family  home .    spent  much  of  that  time  with  her  cousin,   whose  parents  were  often  all  over  the  place  for  work .    his  mother  dealt  with  cyber  crime,   while  his  dad  was  more  .  .  .  enigmatic .    the  two  of  them  were  super  tight,   and   somehow  always  found  themselves  getting  into  trouble .     she  was  very  much  an  ‘act  now,   ask  for  forgiveness  later’   kind  of  child .

   -   her  mother  ( eliana  soto - cordova )  was  a  teacher  at  the  local  high  school,   while  her  father  ( nik  durkacz )  was  a  foreign  service  officer .     until  she  was  ten,   nearly  eleven,   when  he  got  promoted  to  official  ambassador  status .

   -   so  the  trio  moved  to  a  small european  country  called  adria .    her  cousin  was  sent  to  a  private  school  for  much  of  his  upper  level  education,   but  spent  his  summers  with  the  durkaczes  there .   this  country  is  literally  pulled  directly  from  another  ally  carter  series  called  embassy  row  and  you  can  pry  it  from  my  cold  dead  hands .    anyway,   it  sits  along  the  ( you  guessed  it )  ADRIAtic  sea,   tucked  between  croatia  and  slovenia .

   -   her  mother  died  when  she  was  sixteen  from  a  supposed  drowning  not  too  far  from  the  shore .    alisa  called  bullshit  on  that  and  basically  the  whole  issue  surrounding  her  mother  is  the  mystery  that  proceeds  to  practically  consume  her  her  entire  life .    as  of  current  time  in  the  rp  she  STILL  doesn’t  know  who  killed  her  mom  but  that’s  some  fun  plotting  opportunities  to  run  with  so  i’m  leaving  it  relatively  vague .    but   basically,   her  mother’s  death  devastated  her .

   -   the  cordova  cape  cod  house ?    some  SEXY  hidden  places  and  exploration  material .

    -   was  planning  on  going  to  brown  university  to  study  history  and  archeology  until  her  a  letter  arrived  at  the  embassy  about  gallagher  academy  for  exceptional  young  women .    she  popped  in,   probably  had  her  macey  mchenry  moment,   then  quickly  adapted .    areas  of  focus  were  culture  &  assimilation  and  covert  operations .   when  at  gallagher  she  was  very  outgoing .    impetuous,   rash,   curious,   mildly  attracted  to  danger .    but  the  foreign  affairs  background  taught  her  how  to  be  adaptable   ---   early  on,   she  would  be  whatever  she  needed  to  be  to  survive .

   -   after  graduating,   she  went  into  the  alphanet  orgs .    not  sure  what  particular  one  yet,   but  did  all  sorts  of  work .    undercover,   gathered  intel,   tracked  down  artifacts   ---   whatever  they  needed  her  to  do .

   -   she  was  twenty - seven  when  she  learned  her  uncle  had  some  ties  to  blackthorne .   as  does  her  cousin .   there’s  room  for  some  fun  there .

misc   ---

   -   could  speak  three  languages  fluently  before  getting  to  gallagher,   picked  up  a  SHIT  TON  more  after  studying  there  for  four  years .

   -   internalized  anger  trope .

   -   i’ve  pulled  a  lot  of  inspo  from  characters  like  macey  mchenry,   abby  cameron,   daisy  calloway,   veronica  mars,   indiana  jones,   lara  croft,   various  cold  cases,  literally  all  of  ally  carter’s  novels,   etc .

   -   it’s  4am  this  is  all  i’ve  got  rn  but  just  know  that  when  i’m  functional  in  the  morning,   i  have  so  many  more  thoughts

[montesilva]

@miamiintros​​

NAME/ALIAS: Elle or Autumn

TIMEZONE: CST

RANDOM FACT: Like Monte, I also have ADHD. I also work with students who have ADHD so I’m either having the time of my life or ready to take a 3-day nap.

NUMBER OF CHARACTERS: This is my second of 2! My first is my spitfire daughter Laurel.

MONTE SILVA

FACE CLAIM: Rome Flynn AGE: 28 PROFESSION: Sound engineering technician TRIGGER WARNINGS: Parental Death TW, ADHD TW

BACKGROUND 

Part of the massive Silva brood wandering around Miami, Monte (short for Montego) was born to Veronica Silva in 1991, and his father had passed away before his birth. However, his aunts and uncles all clamored to make sure that he experienced no absence of love or belonging, a benefit of having such a dedicated family. The Silvas have made their names known in several markets across Miami, but Monte’s heart has always belonged to music. It was actually through his love of music that he was diagnosed with ADHD (with inattentiveness being the main concern) because if a topic in school didn’t immediately interest him, he would drift into his colorful, musical thoughts. Monte was particularly drawn to the drums, as percussion made him feel an essence of control over a song’s rhythm and tone. 

This notion led him to experiment with digital audio manipulation as a teenager, remixing popular songs and feeling a strong sense of ownership of his creations. After graduating from high school, Monte entered a one-year career tech program at a local community college and became certified in audio technology. He started getting his name out there on the internet (Soundcloud works wonders in large places like Miami), and by the age of 23, he was working with some big names in the Miami area. He’s been working on a full-length album of his own for quite some time now, and he can get so ingrained in his work that he misses out on or just plain forgets about family obligations and get-togethers between friends, but he feels like he’s in the home stretch and is excited to push it into the airwaves.

HEADCANONS

His mom definitely has pictures of him trying to be a b-boy as a kid. Boy just wanted in on the sick dance moves 🥺

If you knew him as a teenager, he definitely asked you to listen to his remixes and give him feedback.

Knows how to salsa with the best of them. If you’re a girl he met at a party or get-together, you’ve probably salsa’d with him. 

Truly the sweetest, kindest guy. He would give you the shirt off of his back without question and would make no qualms about helping you move that furniture from your old place to your new place at the last minute. His mentality is all about paying it forward.

His work always has a little bit of a funk or disco flavor to it, and his “stage name” is Tego.

It’s very common to “lose” him for a period of time if he finds a particularly sweet spot in his work. He’s an absolute perfectionist and will obsess over his projects until they’re done right. 

Though Monte is medicated for his ADHD, it’s a low dosage. He feels like anything more would interfere with his ability to create. 

Despite this, he still has a near-constant need for activity. If he’s in the thick of his work and not at the studio, he’s probably in the gym burning off his excess energy.

Had a project of his own almost completed in the summer of 2017. Then Calvin Harris released Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 and Monte realized that his compilation sounded incredibly similar, so he trashed it and moped for the better part of a month.

Incredibly inspired by Anderson Paak these days. Still has his album Oxnard on repeat and is constantly amazed with how inventively Paak drops samples from iconic films into his tracks. 

Has so many celebrity crushes, oh my gosh. Please do not get him started.

If I had to pick a song to describe him, I’d have to choose Calling All My Lovelies by Bruno Mars. He’s got such a large, playful personality that he would absolutely be the kind to joke about having “Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin', all the eesha’s waiting” on him.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Fellow music friends/collaborators

Family members! Aunts and uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews, etc. There’s plenty of room for them all!

Childhood friends! Monte’s probably ran with the same general group of people since he was a kid. 

Some flirtationships, exes, former crushes, all of that jazz.

I’m the actual worst but I’ll get a real WC page up soon!

[allonsy-yesiwill]

It’s Stupid

WC 1401

Dean x Reader (just really friends with some possible undertones.)

Summary: You’re just having a bad day, good news a friend shows up.

Warning: Depression, lack of self-worth, sadness, angst 

AN: So I have a chapter of another story done but I don’t like it, I don’t think it flows. So you know I did this instead because it was easier and all it’s pretty much how I am feeling paying...however in I have called a friend so there will be rum later in my day...yeah. Also, Jensen crying as he’s saying goodbye....I just wanna hug him...like big fat hugs. 

Your week has been shit. Work was backing up, you have so much to do but you can’t do any of it. Currently, you came home from work and just sat around the house like the fat lazy piece of shit you thought that you were, at least at this current moment in time. 

You knew that none of that was true but you have fallen off your daily routine. You haven’t been to the gym at all, you were eating crap and you knew that all of these things combine was helping to you know fall down this slippery slope. 

Tonight you found yourself on your sofa soaking in the long lost episodes of Veronica Mars. You loved that she was stubborn like you, however looking at her tight-fitting outfits, you were reminded of how you didn’t go to the gym this week. Blah. 

You have actually been laying low pretty much all week, only stopping by Kim’s place last night to pick up something she borrowed. You stayed a little later than you wanted to, Kim could tell that something was a bit off. But I wasn’t spilling. You hadn't really seen any of your friends in about a week. Still chatted on facebook but that was pretty much it. Unit now. 

“Knock knock Y/N, I have you’re decent,” you hear Jensen says as he opened your door. 

You quickly cover yourself with the blanket on the sofa, it wasn’t cold but you are just in your boy shorts and a tank top with no bra. Cruse you and your desire to be comfy.

“What are you doing here Ackles,” you moaned as he moved your feet to set down next to you, placing your feet back on his lap. 

“Well sweetheart, I haven’t seen you in more than a minute, so I just wanted to check on you,” Jensen says rubbing your caf. 

“Blah, I just you know, didn’t wanna hang out.” 

“Hmm, okay. How is life?”

“It’s life,” you say shrugging your shoulders. 

“Hmm,” is all he says. 

We just sit and watch the show, the episode The Bitch is Back and this has never happened before but for some reason, you are crying a little bit. 

Jensen brings you back to reality, “How old is this show, is Kristen Bell is college?” 

You can’t help but chuckle, “ Yeah, I don’t know it’s pretty old. Hulu is bringing it back.” You can tell his looking at you but you don’t dare look at him. That tear that escaped your eye just a moment ago is all the way down your cheek now. You can hear him sigh. You do nothing. 

“Did you eat dinner, sweetheart?”

“I am on a juice fast.” 

“Yeah, so that means there’s wine in that mug, right.” 

“Yup,” you let out as you feel Jensen get up. 

“That’s not really dinner, Y/N.” You can hear him rummaging in your kitchen. 

“Good luck I haven’t been shopping in ages.” 

“I can see that, but I am pretty sure I can whip something up.” 

15 mins is all it took for him to cook you some food. When he comes back into the living you have sat up, still making sure you are covered with the blanket. He hands you the plate with a beautiful looking omelet, along with a glass of water. 

Your eyes move between the plate of food and Jensen. You are taken back, you don’t remember the last time someone cooked just you anything. You are the one that usually does everything for other people. This fact hits you so hard you don’t even realize that you’re crying till you feel Jensen take the plate away and sit down next to you hugging you. 

He holds you, letting your cry wishing in your ear, “ talk to me please, we can make it okay.” 

After a little bit words finally leave your mouth, “I want to, I am just...I ...I am just, it’s stupid.” 

Jensen pulls away a little bit, “If you are this upset about it, it’s not stupid. I promise you we can fix it.”  Bringing you into his arms he places a kiss on the top of you your forehead. 

“I am just, just tired. No one has ever done anything like that for me. I am usually the person doing it all. Helping and trying to hold it together. I am so tired, I just don’t want to do any of it anymore. You know.” As your words finish your tears start to pick up again. 

“I am so sorry for not noticing and you know, if you ever need, want or everything of anything I can do all you have to do is ask. Just ask me, hey you know what I want you to come cook some of your awesome food for me.” 

“I don’t wanna do that, I know it’s stupid. But I don’t want to chance someone saying no, you know because I am not worth it,” you continue to cry. 

Jensen pulls you away, you’re not sure what’s happening now so your eyes fall to the ground. 

“Y/N, can you look at me. Please, sweetheart,” he voice is both demanding and soft, your eyes travel up to his. 

“Do you really think that you’re not worth it, did I, I mean do I make you feel that way?”

Your loudest voice at that moment is a faint whisper, “ Yes I really, I don’t know ...think that I am not worth it. And I don’t know that feeling has just always been there. I fuck a lot of things up, I am fat, I am ugly. No one in the past 2 years has even thought about asking me out, my ex is against fucking dick, so that’s clearly all I am worthy of. It’s just, I am just. Look it’s doesn’t matter, none of this matter. Let’s just drop it, okay.” With you last words you try to get and leave the sofa but Jensen doesn’t let you go. He grabs you tightly and places his hand on the back of your head. 

“I am so sorry, I didn’t tell you. None of those things are true. Not one. I think you are beautiful, I think you are amazing. I am here tonight because I missed your face. I love you and all of your curves Y/N.” Jensen’s voice is quivering as he begins to cry, “ I am so sorry I didn’t tell but you make my life so much better, I love that you are part of my life.” 

The two of you stay like that for more than a minute, you don’t mind it. For the first time in a long time, you feel worthy, safe, not alone. 

“How are you feeling, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, better I guess,” you answer being 100% honest with him. You really don’t know how you are feeling. 

“Good,” he says moving back a little and grabbing your food, “I know there was just a lot of stuff, but try to eat a little bit for me okay.” 

You do, only about ½ of it but it’s better than nothing. Jensen removes your dishes and comes back sitting on the opposite end of the sofa. “C’ere,” he says padding the spot next to him. “Tonight I am your support pillow, use me as you will.” You can’t help but chuckle, as you move over placing your head on his lap. 

“So, I was thinking maybe The Princess Bride, what do you think,” Jensen asked softly as he started to play with your hair. 

“Inconceivable.”

Jensen laughs, “So that’s a yes.” He finds the movie online and presses play.

“Hey,” Jensen says softly making you look up at him, “You know I love you right and it’s just anytime you feel like you did today, all you have to do is call or text and just say Hi and I will drop everything and come over.” 

“I know I just.” 

Jensen cut you off, “No stop, you will never say those words again. Do you know what, because you are important and you do matter. Got it.” 

Closing your eyes are few more tears falling and letting a soft smile fall on your face, “Got it.”

“That’s my princess,” Jensens says pressing his lips to your forehead. 

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

I'm dreading this reboot of Charmed that the WC is doing. That was one of their shows that I loved and I wish they would leave its memory alone. I was so glad that they didn't have a hand in the Gilmore Girls revival or the Veronica Mars movie.

WUUUUT NOOOOOOOO, they are going to ruin it, I loved Charmed so much, they are going to turn it into a teen soap opera uuuugh

[kimsgoeun]

😤 😱 - for veronica/logan

@kaceyrps

😤 for a bitching text [ veronica  » logan ]: They had the nerve to imply I didn’t know what I was doing!! [ veronica  » logan ]: I am going to dig up so much dirt on them and then we’ll see who isn’t doing their job correctly [ veronica  » logan ]: What a fucking asshole

😱 for a text that should never have been sent [ veronica  » logan ]: You don’t GET to tell me what’s best for me Logan. It’s not like we’re friends. Mind your own business. 

[kimsgoeun]

♫ - veronica/logan

♫  five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is. @kaceyrps​

i.  They end up bumping into each other coincidentally at some show downtown. They seem to do that a lot, but that’s somehow supposed to be a part of Neptune’s charm.  “Didn’t realize this was your kind of thing,” Logan casually says. She pulls a face. “And what’s supposed to be my kind of thing?” It’s out of jest that she says this though. They don’t know each other well enough to know what the other likes anyway. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in there then,” he nods. “Or,” she interjects, “we can just go in together. Unless you’re meeting someone else.” She isn’t sure what compels her to suggest it, but she tries not to think about it, nor does she linger on the satisfaction she feels in knowing he is here on his own. 

ii. Technically it’s his sister who invites her over to some family soiree, but it’s Logan who insists she comes after Veronica offers to decline if it’s weird. It’s weirder to see him in that famous Echoll lifestyle when he clearly isn’t comfortable. But it doesn’t take long for her to put the pieces together that maybe he wants her here for that very reason. They end up chatting most of the evening on the sidelines with Logan feeding her tidbits of information about the people in the room. She adds some colorful commentary of her own making him laugh and helping him forget why it is exactly he doesn’t like being around his family’s people. She forgets why she she was so hesitant on attending. Or she does until Trina saunters over to them after having one too many drinks. “Aww, well aren’t you two lovebirds adorable. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the two of you were on some kind of a date.” Logan rolls his eyes but its Veronica who says something. “Oh, no, this definitely isn’t a date.” Both eyes fall on her, Trina’s moving between her and her brother. “Oh-kay. Well I think that’s my cue. Have fun you two!” she says before taking off. Veronica watches her go but finds Logan still staring at her. “What?”

iii. Her father’s visiting Neptune when they run into Logan on the pier. She tries to act indifferent about her father meeting him, but it’s a little weird. Even her dad knows something’s up when he waggles his brows at her when he isn’t looking. It doesn’t help when he tells Logan that Veronica has mentioned him once or twice. Betrayed by my own father, she thought. Attempting to end this little slice of hell she found herself in she interjects, “Well we were just on the way to the store, so we should probably-- “ Only to have her dad interrupt and conveniently say he’s actually feeling tired and might head back to her place and oh, wouldn’t it just be swell if Logan went with her instead? She glares at him when he waves his goodbyes to the pair and quickly hides it when Logan asks if they should head out. An awkward air hangs over her head now that they’re walking together to the store. That awkward silence makes her want to bolt. They both begin speaking at the same time and she presses her lips together into a frown. “Go ahead,” he offers. Now she feels bad about trying to find a reason to leave. It’s not as if they’re doing anything weird. Friends can walk around and do some shopping together. She shakes her head, “It’s nothing. What were you going to say.” A more serious look flashes over his face and for a second she’s concerned. And then he ruins it by saying, “So you talk about me with your dad, huh?” and laughing at the annoyed reaction on her face after hearing it. “You know what. I really don’t think I need another set of hands to help me pick up some groceries, so you can go,” she deadpans and picks up her pace. It’s even more annoying that it doesn’t take much for him to catch up with her. Damn his tallness.

iv. She tries not to grimace when Dick Casablancas comes barging in. The blond stares at the scene in front of them - Veronica and Logan eating Chinese take-out with some show playing on the TV - before some idiotic, smug smile spreads across his face. “Soooo am I interrupting something? Because if I am I don’t want to be a co--” Logan cuts him off. “--Did you need something?” She mutters under her breath, “A brain for instance...” It takes all of her will power and control not to throw her food at him when he goes on some winded story about some girl he met and her friend and how he needs Logan to be his wing man. “...But since you’re on some “not” date with Veronica, I can bring in someone else.” She hears him sigh and suspects he’s going to tell him to leave (or tell him good luck) but she’s already standing up. The idea of being on some “not-date” date ruins her already appetite. “It’s fine. I think I’m going to head out anyway,” she says, trying to make a quick getaway. “Have fun helping Dick get laid.” She sidesteps past the other man and pretends not to notice Logan attempting to stop her from leaving. 

v. Veronica asks for another favor with the promise of dinner being involved. The place is fancier than she prefers and she knows she’ll stick out like a sore thumb if she goes alone, so that’s where Logan comes in. The nicest thing she owns still doesn’t seem like enough--whoever said a little black dress would always be timeless and classy clearly never went to Neptune--as she takes in the other patrons once they’re seated. Her focus is busy on searching the room as the waiter begins chatting to them. She probably looks like some lousy date to the waiter as Logan does all the talking and she’s staring off in every direction, but she can’t waste a breath on caring about the opinion of what some stranger thinks of her. Nothing. Veronica deflates in her seat. Crap, did I get the wrong information? “Something not going according to plan?” he asks. For a second she’s caught off guard by the question before remembering how often she asks him for these kind of favors. She sighs, “Yeah, but that’s okay. I’ll figure something else out.” She frowns apologetically. “Sorry. Guess we can split. I don’t know if it’s worth spending this much on food we can easily get elsewhere for less.” She’s collecting her purse when Logan stops her. “Well we’re already here and you did promise me dinner...” She purses her lips as he holds her promise to him over her head. Without staking out someone while they’re here it almost feels like they’re on a date and Veronica stares at him quizzically to make sure he doesn’t think that’s the case. But Logan raises a brow at her in question and goes back to looking over the menu, not at all bothered the way she seems to be under the surface. As long as he wasn’t reading into it then she wouldn’t either. This definitely wasn’t a date.

vi. She offers to buy him a drink after obtaining the evidence she needs to prove her client was innocent. He’s the one that says he wants to buy to help her celebrate the win. Not wanting  to be rude, she happily agrees. They meet up at some bar in town after seven. She hates to admit it but she’s put in the slightest bit of effort into how she looks -- hates it even more that she notes how nice Logan looks after splitting ways earlier in the day. There are a few times she catches him staring at her, but then again, she’s staring right back. One drink turns to two, two turns to three, and by the fourth, it almost seems like they’re waiting for the other to call an end to their night. One of them suggests dancing at some point, but she can’t recall who. The alcohol makes her feel light and happy and less concerned that her hand lingers in his or the space between them inches closer and closer between songs. There’s a good chance she won’t remember half of what happens tonight, but through the hazy bar lights, she could almost consider this a date. 

[kimsgoeun]

△ - for logan/veronica

△ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours@kaceyrps​

Was it the smartest idea to pull Logan into a office closet to hide? Probably not. But neither had breaking and entering into someone’s home to retrieve possible evidence the police overlooked so many years ago. If only the Kanes had been willing to talk to them when they had stopped by earlier they wouldn’t be in this very position.

...And if Veronica hadn’t essentially threatened to go with or without Logan’s help. 

The closet was smaller than she had expected it to be, stacks of boxes filled the space rather than coats, and it put Logan and her in rather tight quarters. Any movement was going to be impossible unless they planned on getting caught. Being confronted by Logan’s physical being was also a distraction she didn’t exactly need either. Like how much taller he was than her the space... Or how he still faintly smelled of the sea and spearmint... 

Get your head on straight, Veronica. Bigger things to worry about here aside from your hormones. For example, how they still needed to get what they had come here for, and she had no plans on leaving empty handed. 

“Don’t even think about it.”

She blinked and looked up at Logan in surprise. “What?” If he somehow knew she was secretly lusting over him, she would throw herself out of this closet and let herself get arrested for breaking and entering.

Fortunately that wasn’t the case. 

“We need to leave. Forget about it. We’ll have to think of another way to get evidence.” 

Veronica stared at him in consideration, letting out a silent sigh of relief. Before she could say anything to that though, she heard the sound of heels clicking down the hall. Remaining silent, she listened and waited for the sound to slowly disappear down the hall. The sound of a door shutting further away soon followed. Her eyes slid towards the closet door and Logan grabbed her arm before she could reach out to slide open the closet. 

“Veronica,” he warned in a hushed whisper. His hand was warm on her arm. The concern on his face nearly made her crumble and reconsider. She wondered if not doing so would change some of his feelings towards her. 

“This can’t be all for nothing, Logan. We just needed to look in Lily’s bedroom, right? We already know where to look. We can be in and out quick. I can in and out quickly. You just gotta trust me. If you can’t come with me, then go. No judgement.” 

Not giving him too long to think about her words and try to stop her, she slipped out of his grasp and carefully slid open the closet door. Heading towards the office door, she peeked out of the door left ajar into the hallway. The lights were off. Hopefully they were in the clear. 

A presence came up from behind her. The scent of the ocean tickling her nose. “It’s down the hall, second door on the left,” he whispered next to her ear. Somehow that gesture felt more intimate to her than when they had been pressed together in the closet. “Let’s hurry up before I change my mind.” 

“Hopefully they’re heavy sleepers,” she murmured back before they both stepped into the hall. 

[kimsgoeun]

whatever we did that night i hope we had fun and if not worst-case scenario at least now we both have alibis. - Logan/Veronica

@kaceyrps

Veronica woke up with a start, gasping as her eyes popped open. Two things came became very apparent as she took in the room she was in: 1. She couldn’t remember how she had gotten home; and 2. Her head was pulsing in pain. “Fuck,” she muttered, not even attempting to sit up from her spot. She pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes, hoping it would stop the throbbing headache erupting in her head. 

She tried to remember what she had been doing last. There was a club... Some drinks... Bumping into... 

“Oh, god.” She remembered bumping into Logan and roping him into some shenanigan. What was worse was that recalled being just a little too flirty with him with a couple of drinks in her. Great, jusssttt great, Veronica. Let’s hope we didn’t do anything totally embarrassing. It was going to make facing the man that more difficult when she went looking for him to hopefully fill in some details. 

With that thought in her head, she attempted to at least sit up and hope for the best. Just as she was doing that though, something moved in bed beside her. Halfway up in bed and she finally looked over to see Logan sleeping. “Oh god, what happened?” she groaned. At least they seemed to be fully clothed. 

The noise of her movements finally stirred Logan awake. His eyes still shut, he mumbled out, “Whatever we did that night i hope we had fun and if not worst-case scenario at least now we both have alibis.”

“I think that’s the least of our problems, buddy,” she groaned. She patted him on the shoulder just as his eyes opened. Suddenly realizing where they both were, Logan’s eyes widened in surprise and confusion. “Ah, so you see our predicament here.” 

He was silent for a moment. She wondered if he was figuring out how to remove himself from this situation as quickly as possible--that’s what she would’ve done anyway. But then he smirked and made a stupid comment. “Huh, and to think my life of one night stands was over.” 

If she weren’t so hungover, she would have smacked him. Instead she grabbed a pillow and shoved it at him. “Shut up. We obviously didn’t sleep together.” She shuffled out of bed the best she could, all the while wincing in agony. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go throw up.” 

“Not very kind words to the guy you brought home, Veronica Mars.”

She flipped him off before rushing into the bathroom. 

[kimsgoeun]

logan/veronica - “you can’t just leave.”

@kaceyrps

A sharp breath blew from her lips. The only reason she had even agreed to come was because Logan had asked, but dealing with Dick and everyone else in his circle was about to give her a full blown migraine. A few other guests passed by the pair curiously, looks of disdain crossing their features as they took in Veronica, and she continued to roll her eyes at their reaction of her. But seeing Logan’s face softened some of her irritation. Some being a flimsy key word. 

“Look, I appreciate the invite and all, but this is obviously not my crowd of people. And if I wanted to be in a room full of obnoxious snobs, I could be working. At least I’d be getting paid for dealing with that shitty company. Staying would be willingly stepping into the hellfire and I’d rather not ring in the new year like that. That’s gotta be a bad omen or something.” Not that she really believed in any of that nonsense though. 

Veronica watched as Logan seemed to be working out a plan in his head before his eyes flashed with an idea. “If I said there was a way you could stay without being around them, would you?” he asked. He seemed so hopeful and because of that look she found herself letting out another sigh and a curse. “Fine. I guess that would work.” He began to smile and gestured for her to follow. She did. “But I swear, if I have to deal with that Madison chick again, you are going to have much bigger problems on your hand, Echolls.” 

[kimsgoeun]

“I immediately regret this decision.” // “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.” - Logan/Veronica

@kaceyrps

“I immediately regret this decision.”

Veronica smacked him on the arm lightly. “Don’t be rude. I’m sure my dad will like you just fine...” She paused as she said it. then added in, “Just try not to make any sudden movements or he might find a reason to shoot you, okay?” Shooting him a tight smile, and a push of encouragement as they headed towards the table Veronica’s dad had booked for them to eat together. She wished she could tell Logan she had been joking about the shooting part, but honestly? Veronica wouldn’t have put it past her dad to try something if Logan even tried to do something funny in his presence. 

“I mean, you’ll be fine. We’ll eat. You’ll schmooze, or I will if we need to find some common ground. We can regale my dad about Neptune and how it hasn’t changed much since he decided to move out of it all those years ago. It’ll be a hoot!” She exaggerated her excitement at her words while she squeezed his hand, hoping it would pep up Logan. “Just remember, don’t mention how we actually met and we’re golden. Kay?” 

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

She snorted at the accusation. “Well I am fine, so stop telling me I’m not.” It was moments like these that were tricky for Veronica. Yes, she liked Logan well enough, and yes, they were having a nice time seeing each other and him occasionally helping her out on her case, but they hadn’t set down anything serious yet. There were still things Veronica kept close to her chest and she was having a hard time letting anyone in to know about it. But being told point blank exactly what she was doing when she wasn’t ready to go there yet only made her lash out. “The last time I checked, I don’t owe you anything, Logan. You can’t expect me to be some open book to you simply because we’ve slept together a few times. And if you think that’s the case, then I think we need to rethink some things when it comes to us.”