he was sure the guilt was etched on his face the second she really looked at him, the singer might have not done anything wrong this weekend to piss off the driver but that didn't mean he wasn't holding onto a hoard of guilt over the way he had treated her - and he supposed the behaviour that had only spiralled since then. with alana, then with the continued displays of picking felicity. he was doing a bang up job of making sure no one looked past the mistakes they had made. "come on i wouldn't do that to you." he'd also never thought that he would cheat on her so what his word actually meant to her he couldn't really know. besides, felicity had a boyfriend, and he was strictly not allowed to be seen anywhere near her - not in public. letting her ramble the males face screwed up in disgust. "the people they let in here these days get's more an more questionable." quite literally anyone could get in apparently. "i saw you drive this weekend though, still the best huh?"
sure she was expected to be the bigger person . to portray herself as unbothered by his antics but she'd never been the bigger person in her life . truth be told , she didn't care to be . vindictive nature much more enjoyable then the idea of putting on rose - colored glasses and claiming everything happens for a reason . sour laugh coming from her as she finally allows her gaze to fall onto him , " sure . " his word nowadays sounding much more like white noise to the blonde since the deterioration of their relationship . snide comment lingers on her tongue but instead she washes it down with her drink , offering a soft hum to his words . shifting on the rail so she could get a better look at ford , " i'll always be the best , " her words having double meaning , " i was sure not even you could manage to forget that , " she said with a raise of her brow .
full name: andrea daniela alcantara .
nicknames, aliases:
drea . ( preferred name )
andy .
age: thirty - four .
date of birth: december twelfth .
place of birth: anaheim , california .
nationality: american .
ethnicity: asian ( filipino ) , white ( scottish , irish , spanish ) .
languages spoken: english , italian , french .
education: stanford university ( g. 2011 ) .
occupation: reality tv star , real estate broker , author , former miss universe title holder .
( you can find her career details here . )
height: five foot eight .
weight: 132 lbs .
tattoos, piercings: same as faceclaim .
father: cesar alcantara ( sixty - two ) , a mexican born restaurateur . relationship : tba .
mother: georgia alcantara nee herman ( fifty - eight ) , an american journalist . relationship : tba .
sibling: tba .
pets: bear ( pomeranian , nine years old ) .
gender: cis female .
pronouns: she / her .
orientation: bisexual , biromantic ( leans more toward woman ) .
status: single .
past relationships:
brooke hawker . ( d. tba )
𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 . background .
chara inspo : heather chandler ( heathers ) , whitney ( bring it on ) , cc babbcock ( the nanny ) , rebekah mikaelson ( the vampire diaries ) , gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ) .
born and raised in anaheim hills . your typical orange county girl with a love for the beach , afternoons spent at the mall , and working the word " like " into nearly every sentence that came out of her mouth . her father , cesar , moved to southern california as a teenager to live with his grandparents after his parents had a run with the mexican government . it was quite the life style change for him but he was a quick learner . by his mid - twenties cesar had one of the most high - end " around the world " restaurants in the country , the aristocrat . it wasn't long before he'd meet his wife , georgia , a journalist looking to do a story on his business . by the time the story was finished the two were engaged , the type to believe the mantra -- when you know , you know . once the happy couple welcomed there daughter into the world , the aristocrat had already become an international sensation with restaurants in over twenty different countries spanning all six inhabitable continents . to say drea grew up with a golden spoon , would be an understatement .
at an early age her mom put her in beauty pageants , anything that brought attention to her golden child , whether it be modelling , cheerleading , or pageants . although the later was what drea was drawn to , she had a knack for it . the catty behavior behind the scenes , the fake smiles and fooling the world into believing outer beauty reflected inner beauty : it was sick and twisted , but she got a rush from it all . highschool was unsurprisingly a breeze for her , top of the class at her all - girl private school , was it because she deserved the academic accolades or because she did more than just batting her lashes at unsuspecting teachers , that was something she'd take to the grave . come time for college applications she stayed true to herself and her high - standards only applying to the most prestigious schools . when early acceptance came from stanford ( vocally her top choice ) , she didn't wait to see what other schools would accept her and committed to their fall semester of that year . while at stanford she took on cheerleading , a way to get closer to the football players , she was shameless & also joined the model un , for no other reason but the fact it would look good for pageants .
graduating in 2011 , she truthfully wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her degree . the world her oyster , she decided not to tie herself down with a career just yet . instead traveling the world for the next year , until she found herself in australia for an extended period of time , being brought under the wing of a real estate mogul who got her started in the industry . with his help she closed some of the most lucrative deals a young agent could only dream of .
a few months into returning back to the states , her mother informed her she'd put in for her to go on abc's the bachelor . a point of contention for them , as drea had no interest in displaying an facet of her love life for the public while all her mother cared about was getting more eyes on her daughter . it was some sort of sick affinity to live vicariously through her daughter and it would soon become a catalyst to the downfall of their relationship . despite her lack of interest in the show or the man at the forefront , when producers offered her a spot on the cast , she took it . she may not have liked it but andrea alcantara was her mother's daughter through and through . quickly becoming a favorite on the show both by the audience and by the man of the hour . anyone who knew her personally knew she wasn't being herself on the show , portraying herself as a sweet california girl , despite being anything but that . she had a deep rooted competitive nature to her , she simply was not wired to lose anything . inevitably the bachelor proposes to her and in a shocking twist of events , she says no . they date for a months following the show before she seemingly leaves him in th dust popping up on tabloids with a partner at her side .
drea's miss universe run started in 2014 when she won miss california , followed by winning miss america the next year . the facade of the perfect woman on full display for the world to see . although her fellow contestants saw through the mask , verbally and emotionally abused by the california native their was never any proof and so it all was spun on tabloids in drea's favor as a group of catty women with a bad dose of jealously . once the 2016 miss universe crown was placed on her head all the years of pagaents seemed worth it , she was happy to fulfill her duties for the next year and leave beauty pagents behind her . her mother not so fond of that idea , berating her to go on to miss world or miss international . this is around the time she cut ties with mother ( on really interacting with her during family functions ) .
in early 2018 the brokerage she worked for was approached by netflix , the producers seeing the opportunity to showcase the vivacious and cutthroat personalities some of the top selling real estate agents around . filming started soon after and when season one of selling sunset came out an entirely new light had been shed on her . called out by the public for being fake and cruel after years of portraying herself as something entirely different to the public . after a few seasons the outrage seemed to die down , after all , she was good tv and better yet damn good at her job . the top selling agent in the firm for the last four seasons . she's currently in talks with the heads of the firm and producers of the show to take over the international branch of the firm and potentially get her own spin - off show .
𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 . facts .
the type to carry her dog everywhere she goes , whether it's into a coffee shop to grab her daily matcha or to do a house showing .
frequent flier at fashion week and overall any big fashion event .
released a book in 2021 titled " what if i lied ... " and autobiographical comedy book and ny times best seller , pretty much delving into what it would have looked like if she was in fact as bitchy as everyone says she is , moral of the story : she outs herself but makes jokes in between to make it palatable .
doesn't believe in lifting a finger , she has two assistants and an entire staff on her estate who do everything for her from cleaning to grocery shopping to reminding her of her daily schedule .
pretty straight edge , had her drug phase in college and hasn't touched anything since . although you can catch her with a glass of wine at any given time throughout the day .
"where the hell are you going?" angel yelled after the blonde as she began to move her way through their home, and suddenly he was being forced to follow her. they had bickered before, living together would do that but this was the first time they had ever really argued and so far - they sucked at it. "i'm not sure how your last husband did shit bris but you don't get to walk away from me until we sort this out." hence why correctly or not, he was still following her through the house. "i know you've never bene through an off season with me before but news flash they suck for me, and i'm sorry i shouted at the dog alright but it was under my feet and i could have squished the fuvking thing and then you've had been even more pissed at me!"
navigating through confrontation was never bristol's strong suit . the type to wear her heart on her sleeve . making her way through the house , an attempt to just have a moment to herself , to calm down . his words ringing in her ear . " my last husband ? " her voice raising to a point she'd never so much as thought it'd reach with him . " had enough sense not to bring up my past relationships , " a roll of her eyes , inner monologue telling her to keep some semblance of composure and not say anything she didn't mean . " and news flash , just because you're in a shit mood doesn't mean you get a free pass to just shout , handle your fucking emotions better , " she huffed , opening the door to their bedroom and slamming it closed in his face . a heavy sigh coming from her as she ran her fingertips through her hair .
“Auntie B!” The toddler was off before she could stop her and soon enough Hadley was wrapped around the legs of the woman that had once been so familiar to her. Bristol Decker, or Bristol Griffin now she supposed. It had been a while since she had seen her and even longer since her daughter had, the time alone would have made it awkward except she was now dating her ex-husband, as the girl Bristol had been told not to worry about and she couldn’t help but shrink into herself just a little as she looked back at the younger woman. “Hi - sorry she had sugar for lunch.” Smooth start Mallory.
leaning over with a bright smile to the little one , " hadley , you absolute beauty queen , " she gushed , tip of her finger poking at her nose . there was an elephant in the room , there was no denying that much but bristol would never let mallory's child see that . bristol was happy with her life and the direction it'd gone in . she was and wanted nothing more than to be happy for her ex finding his happiness even if it were the girl she at one point didn't have to worry about . a lesson learned to trust her gut instincts she supposed . attention fully on th brunette as she gave her a slight nod , " it's okay , " she laughs of the idea of a sugar rush , " how've you been , babes ? " not entirely sure how to navigate being alone with mallory nowadays but she'd try her best .
of all the shitty places people held parties these days, this one was his favourite, it was over used and had way to many influencers trying to make their way inside knowing they would see someone at that could be their ticket, but it was still fords favourite. it had a hiding spot, a hidden stair case that unless you stumbled through it drunk trying to find somewhere to hook up like he and his ex-girlfriend had years ago by accident, you wouldn't find it. since then it had become a safe haven when the parties were too much, it was access to a quiet roof to smoke and not have to mingle with anyone. or it was till right now, when he heard the door click and he knew it was only one person that would be joining him. "you can't kick me out i was here first and that fucking blonde that just hit a million followers on tiktok won't leave me alone, she's told me the same story five times i'm not going back inside."
having just flown back in after the all star open , staying in for the night should have been of utmost importance to alabama but instead she found herself in one of the few spots she could actually stand to party at . memories ran rampant here and not quite the ones that were easily suppressed . half checked out of a conversation she'd lost interest in a while ago , she grabs her drink and bows out . slipping away to the one spot she knew no one would be . their her secret spot . pushing the door open , to find the only person who would know to hide away there . a roll of her eyes as he's already rambling , heavy sigh falling from the brunette . leaning her arms over the railing as she refuses to even look at him . " surprised you didn't bring her up here , " her expectations of him nowadays were low but even she knew he wouldn't go that far . " i'm not going to kick you out , " she says plainly , taking a sip of her drink , " i needed to get away from this guy damn near begging for an in to the monaco grand prix because , " pausing for a second , " it's be so sick to get content there , " her tone mocking the guy with a shake of her head .
“They should be fired? Now that’s a little harsh, even for you,” Eyes bugging out in response to her words, pretty sure that it was Austen Sinclair just being Austen. She was known for being blunt in her assessments and Freddie refused to fault her for that reason. Plus, he did have a reputation to uphold, considering what last name he bore. “Is it Tuesday? I only shower on Tuesdays, you know that!” He teased her right back, moving closer so she could get a better whiff of him, desperately trying to keep the smirk off his face at the bantering. He had showered earlier in the day, after all, but she would not know that. Hands swatting playfully at her, Freddie’s attempt at hiding things gone as the smile finally broke on his face. “Good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor since I’ve been gone.”
“ how is it harsh ? “ she pouts slightly , “ it’s like doing them a favor , maybe they’ll learn to do better in the future . “ turning her head away in a feigned attempt to not be subjected to his scent , “ did you happen to skip this tuesday ? “ she joked , hand dramatically waving in front of hr nose . hints of a light hearted smile finally pulling at the corners of her lips as she gives him a slight shrug . humor naturally her best and worst personality trait , dependent on who you asked . “ where did you go anyways , houdini ? you know , it’s not a good trick if you just come back , right ? “ she laughs with a raise of her brow .
persephone had known heartbreak all too well, especially in recent months. and because of that, she wanted nothing more than to be by austen's side. she didn't care what people had to say or the rumors that they started - she knew how happy austen was and with that gone, she wanted to make sure she was okay, that she was solid on her own, that she didn't slip back into old habits. she knew how tempting that was. after making her way over to austen's with all of her favorite snacks and junk food - a very out of character thing to do for the health nut that persephone was, but she'd indulge in it today if it bought comfort to her daughter, she moved around the kitchen, unpacking the grocery bags she had got over. as austen breaks the silence, she stops in her motions, looking over at her as she let out a low sigh, placing one of the bags of chips down as she made her way over to austen, placing a hand on her shoulder as she gave it a gentle squeeze. "sometimes, they come back, you know." she said, offering a sad smile. "time is the biggest bitch of all, you know? but i'm a firm believer in everything happening for a reason and falling where it should, and if one day down the road you two are meant to be together, you'll find your way back to each other. but you did what was best for you. and for that? i couldn't be prouder of you."
watching as her mom started unpacking the grocery bag , it was reassurance as to why she'd had her over to begin with . since making the decision to actually let persephone in , their relationship was better than ever . she could only hope that wouldn't change . finally working toward the relationship she always wanted even if she'd never admit that outloud . eyes flutter closed once she feels her squeeze at her shoulder , head dropping as she tries to keep her composure as best as possible . " i'm glad you believe that , " she says finally picking her head up . austen had always had a more pessimistic look on life . shake of her head at the sentiment of her mom being proud of her . " it doesn't feel like it's what's best for me , " she takes in a deep breath , another attempt at keeping her composure . " i don't even care about the fucking movie without him , " she groans , some truth to her statement . she's said she'd stayed for the sake of her career but in all honestly it was because of her brother , knowing deep down there was no way she could function properly thousands of miles away from her twin .
a bobby pin and a dream - that's all bianca needed to break into whatever locked off spaces she pleased. and today was no different. perched in the vehicles back seat, she reaches forward to rummage through the glove compartment, looking through whoever's car this was' scattered belongings throughout, completely unphased when they opened the car door and joined her. "you know, you really need to get this under control. do you know how many gun wrappers i found in here? ew." she said with a scrunch of her nose, leaning back against the seat with a huff as one long leg crossed over the other. "and for the record, your seats could totally use some refurbishing."
slipping into the car , slight nod to the driver . sister's voice breaking through the air leaving that same driver beside himself and beckham , unphased . chuckle coming from him as he leaned over , hand gripping the driver seat , " you heard her , " wiggle of his brows before falling back into his . " you know , " finally turning his head toward bianca , fingers picking up one of the wrappers and crumbling it between digits . " i'm partially inclined to call the cops over breaking and entering , just to see a light show , " content sigh coming from him before giving the driver the green light to get on the road , even with bianca in the car .
“You’re telling me that this outfit isn’t working? I didn’t think fashion trends changed that quickly,” Freddie whined over his drink, looking down at the outfit that had called the conversation into question. “At least tell me my hair looks alright.”
“ i’m telling you , whoever your stylist is deserves to be fired , “ austen confirmed with a slight shrug of her shoulders . truthfully , he didn’t look as bad as she was letting on but he was also a hawker , her expectations were naturally much higher for him . “ but it doesn’t , “ she whined , scrunch of her face to hold back the smirk trying to fight it’s way onto her features . this time entirely teasing the fellow blonde , “ have you even showered today ? “ she questions , digits touching a couple strands of his hair as she lifts herself up on her tip - toes .
who : austen and persephone . ( closed )
location : austen's house in encino .
her mom had been there no longer than ten minutes . the only time she'd left the couch since returning home . propped up on the kitchen counter . she'd been fighting every piece of her that told her to revert back to her old ways , her old mindset . " why does everyone leave ? " voice only carried by an underlying frustration . a life riddled with backs turned to her as they walked out the door , the sound of a door closing becoming something for her to be afraid of . although , none of her anger is geared toward anyone but herself . she wasn't mad at merrick , she didn't hate him and that perhaps was what made this entire situation all the more tough on her . gaze falling on her mom , " it's not fair . " ( @rxscss )
who : austen and julian . ( closed )
location : julian's estate in california .
i can't leave . three words that were plaguing her mind since she'd uttered them . refusing to send him off at the airport , it hurt too much , to watch him go . another choice that would plague her mind . once she'd run out of tears to cry , that nagging feeling she's done so well at keeping suppressed reared it's ugly head . couldn't stay cooped up in the house any longer , she goes for a ride . driving aimlessly for what felt like an hour before she finds herself on familiar property . glossy eyes blink for a second , pulling herself out of the car and to the front steps . ringing the door bell before she slumps down onto the steps , head in hands . she just wanted her dad . heavy sigh as she hears the door open , head not moving from her hands , " are you still going to boston , " she manages to get out . ( @lgends )
" i look good, don't i ? " smirk curled around plump glossed lips , emine cocking her head to the side to challenge. dress , cinched at the waist and low at the bosom , was short enough to draw attention but not short enough to be called a whore. especially the line she liked to walk. " i don't blame you for staring , " she purred , tone sweet like candy floss , " but at least try and be subtle ? "
" i've seen better , " a quirk of perfectly refined brows , a shrug of his shoulders to showcase his indifference . sipping from rocks glass , as he looks her over , again . a picky guy in nature but by no means was he blind . " subtly is boring , " leaning up against counter space , infamous mischievous air to him present as always , " don't you think ? " setting his glass down , perfect fit of white , tom ford button down on full display as he reaches his arm out .
a list of wanted connections for beckham van buren .
american jesus , you know all my secrets , american jesus , baby , won't you take me to heaven tonight ? you know you're my weakness , american jesus , save me , you're the greatest love of my life .
to beckham they're just a fun long - term situationship but to your muse they are so much more . he knows everything about them while they only know what he lets them know what he wants them to to . maybe he's led them to think there is more there than there is or he's been very clear but him always coming back to them makes them think his words don't match his actions , even if he only ever really makes time for thm at night or for impromptu baecations .
need you most , you always get mad and say what you coulda had , and that you want me to make it right , i couldn't do that to save my life .
beckham has a laundry list of people he's screwed over , over the years but this muse is one of the few to have called him out publicly . after he publicly humiliated them on his podcast they cut all time with him . he misses having them around , probably were like something of a partner in crime to him or childhood friend but his pride can't allow him to apologize and they won't let him slide this time around .
selfish , i'm not ready for no commitments but i swear i hate seeing you with them . i can't help how i feel , i'm just keeping it real . they can't have you because i'm selfish . i want you all to myself , i swear , you don't need nobody else , i swear .
if there was a one for beckham in this world , it's them , even he's convinced of this . despite this he's always refused to settle down and in turn they have a bit of an on - again - off - again going for them . anytime they try to move on from him , he's somehow managed to ruin their new attempt at a relationship . he refuses to see them with anyone else , while also refusing to give them the security they need .
saturday night , cause they'll only know what you let them see and all the things that i know , that your parents don't , they don't care like i do , nowhere like i do .
beckham doesn't have a soft spot , he'll claim that until he's blue in the face . truth is this person is that soft spot for him . he tries his best to look out for them : taking them under his wing in many ways . even with how much he does care about them , it manifests in a rather toxic way , where they've become a bit dependent on his attention and help and beckham thrives off being needed by someone .
billie jean , and mother always told me ' be careful who you love and be careful what you do because the lie becomes the truth ' . billie jean is not my lover , she's just a girl who claims that i am the one but the kid is not my son .
everyone deserves a fun little paternity scandal . could be from the past or an upcoming plotline but i'd love for someone who claimed beckham fathered their child . a big public scandal , she fabricates some story maybe because they had a thing in the past and he hurt her feelings or for whatever other reason you could think of . bottom line is he's not the father .
heathens , you'll never know the pyschopath sitting next to you , you'll never know the murderer sitting next to you , you'll think ' how did i get here , sitting next to you ? ' but after all i've said , please don't forget , all my friends are heathens , take it slow .
beckham doesn't hold many people close but these guys are like family to him . just a group of like minded guys who cause a ton of chaos together and have each other's back throughout it all . likely his longest lasting friends .
was it smart of carson to be inserting himself in the outwardly messy life of a kennedy? it sure as shit wasn’t but he’d been dropped on his head just one time too many as a kid and was perfectly fine with reasoning reckless decisions were just a part of his lacking frontal lobe. and shit, if it all went wrong then he was going to taylor swift this shit and have one hell of an album, he really couldn’t see what was wrong with any of it. “you complaining about it or you going to just listen to someone for once and believe it?” he didn’t think there would be all that many people lined up to put the other in her place. moving her out of his way without asking first, hands gripped to hips for just a second, carson placed his own helmet atop of his head, climbing on the bike with a small smirk in her direction before gesturing for her to climb on behind. “you got a curfew or can i just keep driving?”
being intimidating was something of a kink for the woman . on the rare occasion courage was mustered up around her though , baby blue’s lit up . lips parting as head jerks to the side , gaze could be interpreted as awe . a rush flushes through her at his touch and before she knows it she’s been put in her place : both verbally and physically . roll of blue eyes before she gives in and climbs on , an arm snaking around his torso , “ do i look like someone who has ever had a curfew a day in my life ? “ her own smirk now stretched on to her features . if he was going to give it to her she’d give it right back . “ i’ve never been very good at listening , by the way , “ she manages out before the engine revs , satisfied look on her face covered by the masking of the helmet .
