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the  night  was  still  young  and  emmy  was  nowhere  near  ready  to  go  home.  instead,  she  scoped  out  the  place  trying  to  find  her  in  and  that  came  in  the  form  of  joaquin  mendoza.  she  had  heard  the  name  before  but  had  never  been  in  the  same  room  as  him  but  now  was  her  chance.  somehow,  some  way  she  needed  to  wiggle  into  him  space.  drink  in  hand,  emmy  made  her  way  over  to  his  table  and  into  the  seat  in  front  of  him.  “drinks  of  course.  you  can  never  pass  up  a  good  deal.”  she  noticed  him  untouched  glass  before  her  gaze  met  his.  “penny  for  your  thoughts?  looked  like  you  were  in  another  world  there  for  a  second.”

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻   𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿   𝗳𝗼𝗿   𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲   ⸻   𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴   𝟭𝟬   𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀   .

deseo  as  a  common  ground  was  frequented  by  everyone,  or  at  least  every  member  of  a  gang  willing  to  play  nice  for  an  hour  or  two.  however,  the  diablos  vice  president  visited  deseo  with  different  intentions.  for  amongst  alcohol,  naked  bodies  and  horrible  music  (  after  his  own  tastes  )  secrets  flourished.  as  a  man  who  rarely  indulged  in  drinks,  the  reincarnation  of  ate  found  himself  in  a  booth,  glass  of  whiskey  in  front  of  him  which  he  had  not  yet  touched.  piercing  hues  went  to  the  entrance  as  the  door  was  flung  open.  "  another  night  and  it  is  spent  here  ⸻  what  was  it,  wings  or  drinks  ?  "

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the  night  was  busy  and  despite  the  money  that  she  made  —  more  than  she  had  made  in  quite  some  time  —  she  was  glad  to  be  take  the  mask  off  for  the  night.  she  said  goodbye  to  the  girls  and  headed  out  the  door.  the  cool  air  on  her  skin  caused  her  to  shiver  slightly  but  the  voice  that  spoke  made  the  goosebumps  appear.  he  always  did  have  a  way  of  doing  that  to  her  just  by  talking.  her  instinct  was  to  run  the  opposite  of  way.  it  had  become  the  normal  thing  for  her  to  do  whenever  she  saw  him  around  town.  seeing  him  hurt  too  much  but  she  knew  eventually  this  exact  scenario  would  happen.

“until  you  leave  again  which  we  all  know  is  gonna  happen  eventually.”  she  wasn’t  bitter  about  him  having  left.  not  really  anyway.  but  she  was  more  upset  that  he  left  without  a  word.  her  mind  went  to  the  worst  places  when  she  couldn’t  get  ahold  of  him  but  that  quickly  turned  to  anger  once  she  found  out  he  left  on  his  own  free  will.  it  had  been  so  long  ago  that  now  it  just  hurt  but  she  had  to  use  anger  or  else  she’d  fall  apart.

“what  is  there  to  talk  about?”  her  eyes  met  his  then  and  god  did  she  want  to  slap  him.  or  kiss  him.  probably  both.  “you  can  walk  with  me  and  i  will  listen  but  doesn’t  mean  i  gotta  talk.  deal?”  even  if  she  wasn’t  prepared  for  what  he  had  to  say,  she  wanted  to  at  least  hear  it.  she  avoided  it  for  too  long  and  if  she  was  going  to  move  past  this,  she  had  to  face  it.

location : outside deseo ! status : closed ( @delicatefm )

this  was  stupid.  he  knew  it  was  stupid.  he  couldn't  help  himself,  though.  of  course  he  couldn't.  carter  took  a  drag  on  his  cigarette,  hoping  he  could  finish  it  before  caroline  came  out.  he  knew  she  was  working  here  but  not  once  did  he  ever  think  of  stepping  foot  inside  it.  he  didn't  want  to  make  her  uncomfortable,  no  matter  how  much  he  wanted  to  see  her  dance. his  head  whipped  up  at  the  sound  of  the  door  opening  and  threw  the  cigarette  away  before  he  even  thought  about  it.  did  carter  have  a  plan?  no  of  course  he  didn't  but  that's  never  stopped  him  before. carter  didn't  want  to  scare  her,  obviously  .  .  .  he  cleared  his  throat  and  made  himself  visible,  while  he  waited  to  see  if  she  would  notice  him. "so  how  long  are  you  gonna  avoid  me  lina?"  he  asked,  shoving  his  hands  into  his  pockets.  "thought  i  would  come  walk  with  you  to  the  party  .  .  .  talk,  maybe?"  he  half-asked.  carter  let  out  a  laugh.  "i  mean,  if  you  don't  wanna  talk  i  can  just  walk  on  the  other  side  of  the  sidewalk."  he  admitted  with  a  shrug.  carter  would  hate  that  but  if  that's  what  she  wanted,  he'd  do  it.

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it  wasn’t  very  often  that  lina  felt  overwhelmed  when  working  at  deseos.  she  loved  this  job  more  than  she  could  have  ever  predicted  but  some  nights  —  like  tonight  —  that  the  air  felt  suffocating.  too  many  familiar  faces  in  one  place  other  than  their  clubhouse  caused  her  to  have  to  escape.  she  found  her  way  outside  and  bummed  a  cigarette  from  the  closest  person  that  she  could  find.  she  had  been  mindlessly  scrolling  on  her  phone  when  she  felt  someone  reach  out  and  grab  her  arm.  instinct  was  to  rip  her  arm  away  but  she  saw  layla  and  she  moved  to  steady  her  instead.  “died  is  a  little  dramatic  don’t  you  think,  layls?”  she  laughed  before  a  smile  tugged  at  her  lips.  “have  too  much  to  drink  or  just  extra  clumsy  tonight?”

there was something about a decent plate of food and a beer after a shift at the hospital that just seemed to make the day feel a little better –– even more so when it wasn't food that had to be cooked by layla herself. the addition of a good deal meant that there was no way that she'd be attempting to cook for herself –– which usually ended in a less than appetising plate of food regardless. smokey barbecue wings consumed, the nurse felt like she'd truly taken advantage of the deal on offer, but needed to get a little air. she wasn't intoxicated by any means after only the one beverage, but a clumsy-by-nature woman coupled with the darkness meant that as she stepped outside, she lost her footing and stumbled slightly. "shit!" she cursed, hand reaching for a nearby body to try and stop her from hitting the ground entirely. "i'm so sorry, if i didn't grab you for help, i might have died." not to be dramatic, obviously.

location : deseo, 8pm ! open to : everyone !

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this  was  the  perfect  place  for  a  stake  out.  deseo  was  crawling  with  bikers  —  ones  that  emmy  had  seen  on  her  suspect  list  for  who  murdered  her  brother.  if  she  was  going  to  gain  any  information,  this  would  be  the  best  to  do  it.  her  back  was  against  the  bar  as  she  studied  those  around  her.  it  wasn’t  until  she  heard  the  voice  next  to  her  that  she  smiled.  “babes,  it’s  called  a  prairie  fire.  the  finest  tequila  with  tabasco.  heard  it  was  some  kind  of  special  around  here.  not  your  cup  of  tea  i’m  guessing?”

༄　deseo,  around  10pm ༄　open  for  anyone

　　༄　　𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘  𝗖𝗔𝗡  𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞  𝗢𝗙  𝗔  𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦  𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧  𝗕𝗘  𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.  she  felt  so  different,  for  one,  so  out  of  place.  the  establishment  is  crawling  with  bikers,  intimidating  her  so  much  that  she  tenses  when  they  so  much  as  brush  past  her  in  the  bar.  and  yet  she  stays,  because  curiosity  prevails.  that and,  well,  her  companion  had  brought  her  a  drink  for  her  to  try.  camille  all  but  coughs  after  taking  a  single  sip,  face  twisting  in  disgust  at  the  taste.  “  ugh,  what  is  this?  ”  she  asks,  holding  up  the  glass  to  inspect.

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lina  had  never  been  one  to  feel  overwhelmed  when  she  was  working.  the  club  was  like  a  second  home  to  her  —  late  nights  dancing  until  her  feet  hurt,  dollar  bills  thrown  sometimes  viciously  at  her,  and  men  grabbing  any  inch  they  could  from  him  still  didn’t  overwhelm  her  as  much  as  mare  avoiding  her.  she  was  headed  to  the  gas  station  for  food  when  she  saw  her.  blue  hair  tinsel  twinkling  under  the  florescent  street  lights.  the  other  woman  avoided  her  more  often  these  days  and  lina  never  understood  why.  she  had  shitty  tendencies  sure  but  nothing  came  to  mind  that  she  did  to  mare.  it  hurt  because  she  had  finally  found  someone  that  she  connected  with  on  a  deeper  level  and  now  she  acted  like  lina  had  the  plague.  seeing  her  in  the  streets  caused  a  ache  in  her  chest  as  she  slowly  approached  the  other  woman.  “mare,”  she  muttered,  her  name  flowing  past  her  lips  so  naturally.  “what  are  you  doing  out  here  so  late?” 

pinpoint:  on the sidewalk, somewhere between deseo and straton gas & convenience — saturday, 9:00 pm. tagging:   carolina hawkins —  @delicatefm.

it was hard, avoiding lina. mare knew what it was to live in a town that was truly small — one in which you couldn't sneeze in your own home without being blessed by half the community. straton, despite spanning the length of two towns, was proving to feel smaller. she told herself she didn't want to speak to lina —  didn't want to fall back into the habits that had led her to make that call to the kentucky state troopers. but she didn't much feel like that was true. still, mare stuck to her guns. she always did. " oh — " catching sight of lina now, the urge to follow up her exclamation of annoyance with a cuss word is strong. rolling her eyes to the sky, mare swallows it down like bitter medicine. she would turn around, if she weren't walking her bike alongside her. a modest single bottle of $10 chardonnay is balanced precariously in its basket. as if on cue, a piece of her hair tinsel, bright blue, catches the wind and finds its way into her mouth. mare spits it back out, and takes the humiliation as a sign from god. what she was doing to lina was wrong. but she couldn't stop now. it was working too well.

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CAROLINA HAWKINS ( twenty-eight, grace van patten fc ) - intro +  pinterest + connections

EMILIA ACOSTA ( twenty-four, maia reficco fc ) - intro + pinterest + connections

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( MAIA REFICCO. TWENTY-FOUR. FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, EMILIA ACOSTA is more commonly known as EMMY. they’ve been living in stratford for A FEW MONTHS and currently RECEPTIONIST AT STRATFORD SHERIFF’S OFFICE. some say they are LOQUACIOUS & CALCULATED but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re LOYAL & DETERMINED. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear FLORIDA!!! by TAYLOR SWIFT FT FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE playing from their window. ( case files depicting the information about the murder of her brother scattered across the floor, the smell of strawberry and vanilla from her favorite shampoo, a small silver necklace that she always wears. ) 

FULL NAME: emilia rose acosta.

NICKNAME(S): emmy, rose, costa.

AGE:  twenty-four.

DATE OF BIRTH: july 14, 2000.

PLACE OF BIRTH: georgetown, south carolina.

CURRENT LOCATION: stratford, texas.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic.

RELIGION: christianity.

OCCUPATION: receptionist at stratford sheriff's department.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: one bedroom apartment / living with her mother at the moment.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM:  maia reficco.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: brunette / mostly down in curls or ponytail.

EYE COLOR: brown.

EYESIGHT:  perfect vision in both eyes.

HEIGHT:  five foot, three inches.

BODY AND BUILD:  athletic.

TATTOOS: none at the moment.

PIERCINGS: ears.

CLOTHING STYLE: casual.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: scar above her left eye.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): none.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.

ALLERGIES: bullshit ( we joke ).

SLEEPING HABITS: she can fall asleep just about anywhere and takes sleep very seriously.

EATING HABITS: she's cannot cook. her brother used to cook for her but since he has been gone, she hasn't learned. she feasts on take out food..

SOCIABILITY: very easy going. she doesn't make friends super easily but once you get to know her, she can't shut up.

ADDICTIONS: none.

DRUG USE: nothing.

ALCOHOL USE: never.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: ana maria acosta.

FATHER: unknown.

EX: wanted connection.

CHILDREN: none.

BEST FRIEND: wanted connection.

SIBLING(S): older brother ( age 34 ).

PET(S): none.

BIOGRAPHY

( trigger warning: alcohol abuse, murder )

you were from a small town in south carolina born to a single mother ana maria acosta. you came second to an older brother who had been born ten years prior. while your mother worked to put food on the table, your older brother was taking care of you. he was young but he cared for you as if you were his own child. your mother drank too much when she was not working so your brother had to step up. he was often found helping you with your homework or taking you to school events. it wasn’t his responsibility but he was always there when you needed him. 

he left when you were only eighteen. he didn’t say where he was going and when you begged him to take you with him, he said he couldn’t. instead, he gave you a silver necklace and told you he loved you. that was the last time that you ever spoke to him. you would have followed but your mom needed you more. her drinking got worse and you had to get a job to cover the bills. you could barely get her out of her room at times let alone to go to a job. it wasn’t your destiny to become the caregiver but her brother had done it for so long that it wasn’t about time that she stepped up. 

you waited five years to hear anything from your brother. you didn’t expect to find a news article while searching for him to let you know the unimaginable. a murder with no suspect in texas. you couldn’t figure out why he would have went across the country to texas. you also couldn’t figure out why someone had murdered him. packing up your bags and dragging your mother with you, you find yourself heading to texas. you get a job at the sheriff’s office and talk to a few of the cops and find out that they have suspects in mind. someone involved in the biker gangs killed your brother and you are determined to figure out who and why. 

they say revenge is sweet and you are willing to burn the town to the ground to learn the truth. 

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( GRACE VAN PATTEN. TWENTY-EIGHT. FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, CAROLINA HAWKINS is known to most as LINA. they have been riding with the diablos for THREE YEARS. they’re originally from NEWTON and the SECRETARY is known to be very IMPULSIVE & ANXIOUS but the other club members will tell you they are ADAPTABLE & PROTECTIVE. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they’re usually at DESEOS, working as a DANCER. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do MEET VIRGINIA by TRAIN is usually heard blasting. ( controlled movements and shoulders back when the feeling of anxiety hits, plastered smiles in family pictures that end up shattered after one too many drinks, seeking adrenaline but also fear of losing control, heels higher than her morals and a set of lingerie to match)

FULL NAME: carolina rae hawkins.

NICKNAME(S): lina, rae.

AGE:  twenty-eight.

DATE OF BIRTH: november 21, 1996.

PLACE OF BIRTH: newton, texas.

CURRENT LOCATION: newton, texas.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic.

RELIGION: spiritual but not religious.

OCCUPATION: secretary with the diablos / dancer at deseos.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: two bedroom apartment / living alone at the moment.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM:  grace van patten.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: blonde / usually work straight or up in a messy bun.

EYE COLOR: amber.

EYESIGHT:  perfect vision in right eye but slightly blurry vision in her left after a cheerleading accident.

HEIGHT:  five foot, seven inches.

BODY AND BUILD:  athletic.

TATTOOS: devil tattoo on her left wrist.

PIERCINGS: ears, belly.

CLOTHING STYLE: casual.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: freckles ever so slightly scattered across her face.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): mild depression, anxiety.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.

ALLERGIES: bees.

SLEEPING HABITS: she barely gets three hours of sleep a night. her mind does not quit racing so she spends most nights tossing and turning.

EATING HABITS: cooking is her love language. she will be the first to bring you a home-cooked meal or freshly baked cookies.

SOCIABILITY: she can make friends with just about anyone. she is very outgoing but also has a guard up.

ADDICTIONS: none.

DRUG USE: marijuana (occasionally), sleeping pills.

ALCOHOL USE: usually socially

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: charlotte hawkins ( nee james )

FATHER: jamison hawkins.

EX: carter morgan.

CHILDREN: none.

BEST FRIEND: wanted connection.

SIBLING(S): younger sister ( age 21 ).

PET(S): none.

BIOGRAPHY

( trigger warning: mentions of emotional and physical abuse, infidelity )

you come from a prestigious family that is well known in both stratford and newton. charlotte hawkins ( formally james) was the picture perfect housewife. former beauty queen turned trophy wife, you look just like her and that is something that she absolutely despises you for. jamison hawkins was a very sought after lawyer who you watched win case after case. you also watched after each case he lost the destruction that he left behind for you to clean. you were only five when you cowered in the hall closet as glass shattered all around. it was the first time that you consciously knew what was going on. 

you were seven when another baby was brought into your life. not one that grew from your mother, but one that had been the product of a one night stand your father had with a dancer. the woman he slept with stayed in the guest house the whole nine months and the moment she gave birth, your father tossed her aside like she was yesterday’s trash. you were told that your mother couldn’t have children so they hired a surrogate. you knew that wasn’t the truth but was told to go along with the story. you complied easily but never looked at your father the same way. 

you excelled in school and sports - anything to stay out of the house as much as possible. you started cheerleading when you were ten and loved every second you were on the mat. when you were fourteen, you started to develop faster than other girls and your mother berated you every chance she could. her jealousy brought out by the attention you got from everyone. she started limiting the amount of food you ate and what you wore. when she got mad, you didn’t stand a chance against the anger. it was before homecoming, you learned how to cover up a bruise for the first time. you’ve had to master it ever since. 

when you met carter, everything got better. he was just like you in so many ways and he understood the madness that you endured. you thought you were going to marry him one day but that ended abruptly when he left without saying goodbye. heartbroken was an understatement and you were told you deserved it. no sympathy from your family, only critique. you finished high school and went to college. you didn’t last long there, but instead of admitting defeat, you have been lying. you told your parents you got your bachelors degree and even went as far as faking documents. instead, you found yourself working for the people that you were warned about. 

the diablos accepted you without question. you were good at what you did and became the secretary for them. you fell into it immediately and felt a sense of pride that you hadn’t felt in quite some time. it was exhilarating and she had a new found family. when you’re not needed, you find yourself dancing at deseos. at first you went there to see what the place and people were about. you never saw your siblings birth mother there and wondered where she had gone. something about the place caught your attention and maybe you want your parents to find out. it would ruin their reputation and as much as you despise them, you also care. at work, you wear a wig and don’t tell anyone your real name. you’re not ashamed of the work you do but you also don’t want to put it on display either. 

you are just trying to survive with some part of your psyche in tact. as someone brilliantly said “i can do it with a broken heart” and you’ve been doing that for a very long time. 

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009 - 2017) UNPLEASANTVILLE

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MAIA REFICCO via tiktok

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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 110. beth cassidy and addy hanlon - dare me

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GRACE VAN PATTEN before the Tell Me Lies Season 2 Premiere photographed by hair stylist Bobby Eliot

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THE O.C. ( 2003 - 2007 ) ↳ season 1 episode 2