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colemonroe · 1 year

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day is gone.

WHERE: Stargaze Station WITH: Closed

By the law’s standards, twenty-four hours had to pass before a person was officially declared missing. Cole had counted approximately seventy since the last time he’d seen Cassie or spoken to her. It was eerie, the way she’d seemingly vanished into thin air without any word of warning– like a ghost. It was eerie and familiar.

Every waking moment after that, he’d devoted what available bodies and resources he had towards trying to track her down, but kept coming up empty. The worry clawed at his gut like a rabid dog with his mind churning up all sorts of scenarios– each one only adding to the fear he already felt deep in his bones. It was no secret that conflict in Tonopah was escalating and their invisible threat was likely well aware that the best way to get to him was to come for those he loved. Naturally, that was the first thought that crossed his mind. But then there was another that hit far closer to home. Often, she’d voiced her concerns about Trent, her violent, abusive ex who’d already made his presence in Tonopah known– had he managed to slip through the cracks and get to her?

The list of possibilities carried on for miles, each one instilling a new level of fear inside the Sons President. Before long, it threatened to eat him alive and he knew he was no good to anyone, especially Cassie, if he let all of the noise bury him. And so he’d done the one thing he still knew to do– he’d found himself at Stargaze, still perched on his bike and gazing up at the constellations, naming them one by one. It was one of simplest, yet most profound ways to clear his head, with every visit out to Stargaze somehow leaving him feeling lighter than he’d been when he arrived. The fighting ring had a similar effect, but the weight of his own thoughts were giving him enough of a beating and Cole Monroe wasn’t in the mood to fight back tonight.

Reaching into the inside pocket of his cut for his cigarettes, Cole flipped the carton open and sighed a defeated curse beneath his breath when he peeked inside. Empty. But maybe that was par for the course– emptiness was the running theme of the last few days, after all. Thankfully, he often kept an extra pack of Marlboros stashed away in one of his saddlebags, usually in preparation for one of the club’s longer gun runs. Leaning back, he undid the buckle on the side of the bag and flipped it open, icy blue eyes instantly landing on three envelopes sitting on top of the bag’s contents. He recognized the penmanship in half a heartbeat. Cassie. Grasping at the one with his name scrawled across it, trembling hands tore it open, scrambling for the folded letter inside.

From the moment his eyes traced over the opening line and the apology within it, cold dread filled him. Swallowing hard, Cole forced himself to keep going, despite how badly he didn’t want to. He knew that only hurt would be waiting for him in between each sentence. Blowing out a shaky breath, he stopped for a moment, his grip on the paper tightening once he read the words, ‘I used again.’ He shook his head, almost like he was begging for it not to be true, not after the way they’d celebrated her one year of sobriety on New Year’s. Reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, he read on, eyes locked in on her reasons for doing so, though he couldn’t quite wrap his heart around them just yet. The combined pressure of all the death and destruction in town, as well as assuming her role as his old lady had gotten to her, and as a result, she’d turned to the familiar– that numbing haze that would stop the bleeding for just a few hours, but never fully take it all away. It had all been too much for her– he’d been too much.

Guilt slammed against his chest almost like a physical shove, nearly winding him. Could he have helped? What signs did he miss? Was there more he could have done? The questions piled up at the forefront of his mind, one after the other, but all of them brought him to one conclusion– being with him had helped push her to that place…that place where drugs felt safer than he did. Cole couldn’t help but feel like he’d failed her in some way, similar to how he still believed he’d failed his mother all those years ago. When he’d been so focused on the club and keeping the town safe, should he have shifted his attention to getting Cassie the help he’d had no clue she needed? Would he have recognized the way she was slipping?

Forcing his eyes to continue down the page, he found some solace in the fact that she planned to check herself into rehab, though part of him couldn’t help but wonder if it was true or something she scribbled in just to pacify him. He so badly hoped for the former, because all Cole really wanted for Cassie was for her to find peace and to get back on a healthier path. He’d do anything he could to help her get there. But as he continued to read, the realization dawned on him. This wasn’t an explanation– not really. It was goodbye. He saw it sprinkled in between all the words she wasn’t saying and the message rang loud and clear. She wasn’t telling him any of this so that he’d come find her and walk with her down an uncertain path– no, she was telling him this so that he’d stay away. Swallowing thickly, he scrubbed a trembling hand across his mouth, letting that realization settle in both his heart and his mind. Naturally, his mind wanted to reject it, but his heart already knew.

She’d left him. She’d left everything.

Again.

And she wasn’t coming back this time.

Perhaps the worst part of it all was that Cole couldn’t even blame her for it. Tonopah wasn’t a safe town anymore, and loved ones were being targeted left and right. That was a hard pill for anyone to swallow. It was easy, he guessed, to give into a vice that somehow felt safer than the world around her– than the people around her. Aside from that, Cole knew he was a hard man to love– always had been. Nothing about his life was simple and loving him was perhaps the most complicated undertaking of all…because he was complicated.

Folding up the letter, he set it back inside his saddlebag, next to the two others addressed to Nate and Gabe. Sighing, he straightened, grabbing his helmet and setting it on top of his head. On the one hand, he felt relief– Cassie was safe, getting the help she needed. It hadn't been a case of the worst possible outcome, and for that, he was grateful. It made him breathe a little easier, and sit a little straighter as he flipped the ignition and brought his Harley to live. She was alive…she was safe.

But on the other hand, Cassie was gone and he reasoned to guess that a part of him had left right along with her. It was hard for his mind not to bend towards that thought after giving so much of himself to her, both twenty years ago and now. She’d been his first for so many things– his first love, most notably, even if he’d never worked up the nerve to tell her so. Cole figured she’d always have that part of him– he didn’t need it anyway, because like his aunt had once told him, vulnerability was a liability, and now he’d danced with that flame long enough to be scorched by it. So she could have those pieces of him. They were the purest, warmest parts of him, but they were gone, nevertheless.

Steering his way back onto the highway, he hoped that somehow the roar of his Harley might somehow drown out the noise in his head. Maybe, just maybe, if he pushed his bike hard enough, the rest of the world around him would go quiet, at least for a little while. It was wishful thinking, but he turned the throttle anyway, gunning for the nearest horizon.

Come what may.

#( self para 006. )#( ft; cassie donovan. )#under a cut bc it's kinda long

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reina-santiago · 2 years

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WHERE: Fall Bike Festival WITH: @ccassie

Whether or not Reina attended the yearly Fall Bike Festival was usually rather hit or miss, mostly because she tended to end up working that weekend every year. It wasn’t that she was avoiding the festival, she just figured she’d pick up that weekend so that her co-workers with kids could go and enjoy the games and live music. But somehow, she’d managed to keep her name off the schedule this year and decided to attend. The place was crawling with people, just as it always was, and Reina was steadily searching for a familiar face in the crowd. Spotting a head of blond hair and the glaringly obvious Sons of Silence patch proudly displayed across the man’s back, Reina wasn’t surprised to find her best friend sidled up beside him. Smirking, she approached the pair. “Hey, biker boy,” she called out, stepping right up to the Sons President and tapping him on the shoulder like he was a man she’d known her whole life, and not her brother’s mortal enemy. But it wasn’t really his attention she was after, it was the woman on his arm. “Mind if I borrow her for a minute?” The woman asked, nodding over at Cassie once Cole turned to face her. He’d always been cute, even back in high school, but Reina hadn’t understood her friend’s attraction to him then. But seeing him up close now, she understood it a bit more. Gone was that boyish youth, replaced by the hardened, chiseled look of a man. Giving him a mental nod of approval, Reina didn’t miss the grin and wink he tossed Cassie’s way, or the gentle, yet lingering squeeze against her hip– all little hints and clues that told the brunette one thing, and one thing only: they were fucking. Reina had to keep her jaw from dropping as she looped an arm around Cassie’s and steered her away. Glancing over at her, her smirk growing even wider, Reina lightly nudged her side, “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

#( ft; cassie donovan. )#( cassie 002. )#( event 002; fall bike festival. )

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gabriel-knox · 1 year

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WHERE: The Metro, Rooftop WHO: @ccassie

As far as family went, Cassie had always felt more like a sister, rather than a cousin. She was easy to talk to, they were a lot alike in many ways…but one area where they couldn’t be more different was how they landed on Cole Monroe. Gabe had never cared much for him or for the patch he wore. He was an outlaw and he was dangerous…but he was also Sawyer’s half-brother. Gabe was trying to be more gracious after learning about that, but he hadn’t found that out until after his spat with Cassie…there hadn’t been a shred of grace in that conversation. But for however scathing the argument had been, Gabe couldn’t hold a grudge, not really. He’d seen just how short life could be, and so the need to mend fences with her burned hotter than the whiskey rolling down his throat. Spotting her next to one of the outdoor heaters, Gabe picked up his glass and wandered over. “Still pissed at me?” He asked, slowing to a stop beside her. “Just know even if you say yes, I’m not going away, so…no point in lying.”

#( ft; cassie donovan. )#( cassie 005. )#( event 003; nye. )

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ofwildheartsxx · 1 year

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[CISMALE, HE/HIM]. Hey, is that PABLO SCHREIBER, no that is just TRENT HARDY around Turtle Bay. I heard they are 40 years old, and their birthday is APRIL 26, 1983. They rest their heads in the WEST BANK but they can mainly be found working as SECURITY AT DEJA VU NIGHTCLUB. Some say they are CHARMING, PROTECTIVE, ADVENTUROUS and can be OVERTHINKER, ADDICTIVE, STUBBORN. If they had a theme song it would be, SOUL SURVIVOR BY JEEZY FT. AKON. I hear they are NEWCOMER, either way Turtle Bay is home and welcomes you!

(tw: drugs, abuse)

BASICS:

full name: Trent Wesley Hardy

nicknames: None

age: 40

dob: April 26, 1983

hometown: New York City

current location: Turtle Bar, South Carolina

neighborhood: West Bank

occupation: Security at Deja Vu Nightclub

gender: Male

sexuality: Heterosexual

relationship status: Complicated with Cassie Donovan (@icaughtmysclf)

theme song: Soul Survivor by Jeezy Ft. Akon

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

face claim: Pablo Schreiber

hair color: Dark Brown

eye color: Hazel

height: 6′ 5

weight: 190lbs

build: Athletic

tattoos: Lots of them.

piercings: None

FAMILY:

Mother: Lisa Hardy

Father: Jacob Hardy

Siblings: Sister and brother

Children: None

Pet(s): None

Significant Relationship(s): Cassie Donovan

BIOGRAPHY: (tw: drugs, abuse)

Trent was born to Lisa and Jacob Hardy, in New York. Jacob dipped out when Trent was two years old leaving Lisa to handle everything. That put stress on her and she wasn't sure what way to turn because well her family had turned their backs on her after she met Jacob and he did end up returning when he was four. But again that didn't last that long, just long enough to get Lisa hooked on pills and some other drugs.

That was when things went downhill, Lisa was in a depression when Jacob left yet again and pregnant. She cleaned up for a total of nine months and after Trent's little sister was born, she started using again. Just to afford bills she turned to street corners and other sources of income.

Naturally Trent did what he could to take care of his little sister while Lisa was out doing whatever she could to get money and get high. After a few months, Lisa once again announced that she was pregnant and once again got clean for nine months. But turned around and did her bad habits all over again.

He left alone to take care of his siblings until Child Protective Services got involved, a teacher found out that the kids were left alone for hours and not being taken care of properly. They gave Lisa some time to clean herself up and get her act together but they also took Trent and his siblings and placed them into a foster home. Trent who was ten at the time, ended up beating up the father of the home because he tried to hit his sister and Trent wasn't having any of that. Lisa ended up getting them back a year later, Trent had grown even harder than what he had been because he had to be this way he could protect his siblings. But naturally Lisa went back to her bad habits.

By this time Trent was much older and able to take care of his siblings better, made sure they had food and going to school on time and such. That also didn't stop him from trying drugs as well thanks to his boss at the garage, he tried weed first and then something even harder called crack. He enjoyed the feeling that he got from both of the drugs, and soon enough he was selling it.

At the age of seventeen his mother ended up overdosing on some pills and that was when Trent dropped out of school and started selling more drugs, and working at the garage more. He made sure his siblings still had though. He did manage to get his GED though thanks to his boss at the time.

When that man pass, he left Trent everything even his drug connections and Trent continued to sell and do the drugs as well. After his siblings graduated, he stayed in the house that they did manage to keep running.

He met Cassie Donovan when she was in her twenties, he fell hard for her and gave her first drug. The two of them started to get serious but their relationship was toxic not that Trent would ever admit that. He thought that was how it was suppose to be. They were doing drugs and selling as well, he would always get her back into his life even after her stints in rehab and overdosing with empty promises.

After his last stint in jail, he came home to an empty house though, he was clean as well because he ended up in jail for a couple of years. He made the decision to go after Cassie, remembering where she was from, which is how he ended up in Tonopah Falls. Watching Cassie and Callum fall for each other again, it hurt him deeply and jealousy came out more than once. But after the murders and everything that happened in town, he ended up relapsing with Cassie afterwards he decided to go with her instead of letting her go by herself.

This time he is making it his mission to clean up and stay clean especially since things are complicated with Cassie and he wants to prove himself to her. That he can actually be better man than how he was in New York and Tonopah Falls. He ended up getting a security gig at Deja Vu Nightclub and getting a small little apartment in West Bank.

#about;trent hardy #tw: drugs and abuse #turtlebayintro

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vntagetee-a · 2 years

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❝ WHEN YOU ARE 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 THEY ASSUME YOU KNOW NOTHING ❞

indie, semi-private, highly selective, twenty-one+, multimuse rp ft. canon & original characters from movies, tv, & other mixed media. triggering content such as nsfw, blood, gore, ect. written by skye (25+). currently using the new x-kit text editor !!

doc / starter calls / opens / meme tag / wishlist / wanted opposites / mobile muses ( under the cut )

* Primary ** Secondary *** Test

* Vicki Vale

** Rachel Dawes

** Selina Kyle

* Gia Tedesco ( OC )

** Naomi Cohen ( OC )

Disney

* Ella Tremaine / Cinderella

Don’t Worry Darling

** Alice Chambers

Enola Holmes

** Enola Holmes

Fandomless OC’s

* Hannah Parker ( 35, dog day care+serial killer, fc; aubrey plaza )

*** Paige Ingram ( 30, hair stylist, fc; lily reinhart )

*** Willow Donovan ( 22, student+barista, fc; madelyn cline )

Game of Thrones

** Talisa Maegyr Stark

* Gwendolyn Stark ( OC ) bio wip

Gone Girl

** Amy Dunne

House of the Dragon

* Rhaenyra Targaryen

* Baela Targaryen

Interview with a Vampire

* Claudia

Kin

** Amanda Kinsella

Marvel

* Yasmin Ayala ( OC )

The Musketeers

* Constance Bonacieux

** Ninon de Larroque

* Queen Anne of Austria

* Mary Turner ( OC )

Promising Young Woman

** Cassie Thomas

Reacher

* Isabel Reacher ( OC )

Robin Hood

* Lady Marian

Stranger Things

** Melanie Woods ( OC )

The White Lotus

** Daphne Sullivan

Titanic

** Rose DeWitt-Bukater

TMNT

* April O’Neil

** Maxine Minx

#☾ out of moonlight ░ pinned post ☽

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cherrysugcr · 2 years

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# all 22 as well let’s do it

THE READ MORE ISN’T WORKING RIP

Benedict & Rhiannon

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: RiRi ❣️ Girl - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Leave the Door Open - Bruno Mars - my muse’s last text to your muse: “when can i see you again?” - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

Adonis & Tallulah name: Llulu ringtone: Crash into me - Dave Matthews Band last text: “I bought you those trash energy drinks you love” contact photo:

Ross & Mia

name: Mia (Ballet Teacher) ringtone: Friday I’m in love - The Cure last text: “this weekend is ours, can’t wait to see you” contact photo:

Roman & Adelaide

name:💕 bby girl 💕 ringtone: sweet creature - harry styles last text: “good morning gorgeous, looking forward to date night” contact photo:

Grayson & Aaliyah

name: Goddess ringtone: speechless - dan + shay last text: “I’m stopping by the studio so you’ll be forced to take a break and eat something. I say that with love.” contact photo:

Deon & Blair

name: Wifey ringtone: that’s how strong my love is - otis redding last text: “I love saying ‘my wife’ because you’re incredibly” contact photo:

Kirk & Maya name: lover 💞 ringtone: Better Together - Jack Johnson last text: “meet me at the airport?” contact photo:

Cole & Presley name: my sweetheart ringtone: Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles last text: “I’ll never be able to say sorry enough” contact photo:

Cassie & Taylor

name: cutie pie ringtone: kiss me - sixpence none the richer last text: “i miss your face 🥺 “ contact photo:

Pierce & Davina

name: Delightful Davina ringtone: “Old Phone” (found on iPhones) last text: “Can we talk about having another baby?” contact photo:

Donovan & Aziza name: Zee ringtone: XO - Beyoncé last text: “away games suck, i miss you” contact photo:

Joel & Delilah name: Boss Lady ringtone: You’re the Reason - Calum Scott last text: “don’t be mad for what I’m about to tell you” contact photo:

Connor & Gillian name: Pain in my Ass ringtone: Kiss Me More - Doja Cat ft. SZA last text: My office. Now. contact photo:

Sherrod & Cillian

name: My Girl ringtone: Perfect - One Direction last text: you coming over? contact photo:

Elton & Ariadne

name: The Queen ringtone: Sucker - Jonas Brothers last text: do i get to see your lovely self today? contact photo:

Brooke & Marcia name: Princess ringtone: Drunk in Love - Beyoncé last text: “Daddy needs to see you baby.” contact photo:

Warner & Helena name: Helena ringtone: Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen last text: “I want to see you again, badly.” contact photo:

Alistir & Poppy name: Sweet Girl ringone: Something to Talk About - Bonnie Raitt last text: “Did you get my latest gift?” contact photo:

Mateo & Willa name: Ms. Willa ringtone: Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye last text: When’s our next interview? contact photo:

Rhett & Candice name: Candi Girl 😍 ringtone: You Sexy Thing - Hot Chocolate last text: “Your latest video is so hot baby, straight fire!” contact photo:

Victor & Katerina name: Katerina 🥰 ringtone: Mess is Mine - Vance Joy last text: “Leaving work now, coming home to you my love” contact photo:

Brielle & Ana name: Ana ☀️😊 ringtone: Borderline - Ariana Grande last text: will i see you tonight? 🥺 contact photo:

#pinkseokjiins #sorry everyone but i love this

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reina-santiago · 2 years

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WHERE: Crunch Fitness WITH: @ccassie

“Fuck,” Reina huffed, killing the power on the elliptical machine before it had a chance to kill her. “Remind me to quit skipping leg day.” Stepping down onto solid ground, she reached for her water bottle and took a sip. Reina tried to be diligent with her gym routine— it kept her centered, kept her focused. But some days, particularly leg day, she just wasn’t fucking feeling it. Today was different though. After what had happened at the charity event a few days ago, Reina wanted to pour every ounce of pent up energy into anything other than thinking about it, and she ventured to guess that the woman next to her wanted to do the same. “Hey— you good?” Reina asked, lighting nudging Cassie with her elbow, “You usually talk more shit than this.”

#( ft; cassie donovan. )#( cassie 001. )

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reina-santiago · 1 year

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Who would you consider your best friends?

"Taliah, Sawyer, Aria, Cassie, Mikki, Chase...and Harper, but she's like...my child, as well as a dear friend."

@taliah-tezel @sawyerdecker @ccassie @chasemmccoy

#( honesty hour 002. )#( ft; taliah tezel. )#( ft; sawyer decker. )#( ft; cassie donovan. )#( ft; ariana cruz. )#( ft; chase mccoy. )#( ft; mikayla beaumont. )#( ft; harper jones. )#if i forgot anyone just @ me

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colemonroe · 1 year

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WHERE: Cassie’s apartment WITH: @ccassie

Often, when Cole needed to quiet the noise in his head, he tended to lose himself in a bottle, a fight, or a warm body. It was the quickest way for him to get found, although it admittedly wasn’t the most productive. He’d been well on his way to doing one of those things when his bike suddenly veered a different course on the way back from the Decker family home, the scene of the crime. Like a ship headed home for true north, he gunned straight for Cassie’s apartment– because she was that true north for him, wasn’t she? Still, he was anticipating a rough landing. Lately, he’d been giving her space following the commotion outside the Griffith between him and her best friend, the cartel extraordinaire– a commotion that had resulted in an accidental bump…one that had reminded her all too much of her past.

Cole could respect what Cassie needed from him, but it was safe to say that his moral compass had been a little off the mark since that night– if what he’d just done to his father was anything to go by. The fact of the matter was that he needed to see her if he ever had a shot at getting right with what he’d done tonight. Pulling into an empty spot, he cut the engine and made his way to her door. Knocking gently, he took a step back, counting the seconds until she appeared in the doorway. "Hey, darlin',” he murmured softly, shifting his weight between his feet. He barely held his emotions at bay, all ten thousand of them coursing through him at once. It was evident in how lost he appeared, a far cry from the pillar of strength he typically was as he managed to look everywhere except directly at her. It was an admission of guilt if there ever was one. “You got a minute?”

#( ft; cassie donovan. )#( cassie 006. )#just dropping this here for whenever!

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