Catalyst

Tate Lopez.

[tatelxpez-blog]

@bcnniex

Knuckles broke the sound barrier against her door lightly, though he didn’t wait for her to call out before he opened the door to her bedroom. “Your dad let me in.” He said quietly knowing that Bonnie hadn’t exactly reacted all too well to anything lately after the nightmare in the gym; even he still had trouble forgetting the video some psycho had played of Catilyn tied to a chair. “Hey..--- they uh, they found her. I dunno if anyone told you that.” Had she even left her room? He couldn’t be sure, but he knew that after everything, she’d never been in the right state to join any search parties that had fanned out the moment the doors had opened.

[tatelxpez-blog]

x--dacre:

                “What, we weren’t doing anything; nope, just sanding here like everyone else” the lies kept coming as Maddox and Dacre stood in front of an exit they had been hacking at prior to being interrupted.

“You’re bullshitting a bullsitter, Hale. Makes you look like a right fuckin nob.” Tate said after pushing his way through people hanging as close to the blocked exit as they could. “There’s a way out, it’s not ideal, but I think with fucking big bird here,” he gestured to Maddox, “we could probably boost someone into the air duct.”

[tatelxpez-blog]

bishcpdanes:

                      “ —- Granted, I didn’t think that through and now —- okay, do you wanna maybe just —- give me a minute to catch my breath and maybe we can try again, or, anything else.”

“I told you it wasn’t going to work.” Tate huffed in a very told you so, tone despite the shameless chuckle that left his lips.. “Stop leaning over, stand up. You’ll get more oxygen that way. We’ll give it another go when you’re ready, but we’ll do it my way this time, alright Chuck Norris?”

[tatelxpez-blog]

x--remi:

               “Oh like I’m going to tell you my secrets, sweetcheeks. And all I meant was you take me to the bar and we get a drink and continue our oh so thrilling conversations, Tate; no need to jump the bloody gun —- so, whose your pick of the litter for tonight? She me winners”

“Oh come on, a little pillow talk never hurt anyone. Did you lose movement in your legs or something? Or are we just feeling particularly lonely tonight, Remi? This is probably the most thrilling conversation you’ve had in weeks, don’t try lie to me. --- Red head, two o’clock.”

[tatelxpez-blog]

dcrekx:

               “I’m they,” he finally shouted, anger and pain correlating with each other as he tried to search around the place, praying that he was just drunk enough to be hallucinating what had just happened before his eyes. “I’m the cops, I’m the people that need to find her,” the words shot out of him and only caused more anger to radiate as he reminded himself that he was the hope that she was holding to her heart while some psycho was hanging her life before her, preying on the town in hopes that people would spill their dirty little secrets. “Think? You, of all people, are telling me to fucking think before I act?” He snapped, stepping closer to his friend, someone that he knew screaming at wasn’t going to help. This was the same person that killed everyone around them, someone that didn’t give a shit whos blood was spilled as long as the walls were painted red and Derek knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle the death of Caitlyn on top of Becks.

Anger was a funny thing. When it was your own, it was the most difficult thing to understand, to break apart piece by piece until you found the root of the problem and fixed it; and when it was someone else’s, it seemed all too easy. A fact that was merely highlighted by his best friend moving closer and allowing his pain to work over what needed to be a clear mind. His forearm met with Derek’s chest, fingers tightening around the fabric of his friends shirt tightly before he cast a frown of his own at him. “If you think that screaming at me, or anyone else, is going to help --- then be my fucking guest, but that’s not how you’re gonna find Caitlyn and you damn well know that nobody with a fucking badge is gonna let you anywhere near this if you can’t fucking chill the hell out, D. She’s alive, you know that -- so act like it.” Panicking was only going to get Caitlyn killed in the end, that much was obvious. Outwitting someone that had everyone rounded up like sheep might not be all too easy of a task, but it was better than the blind fear that reflected his best friends eyes.

[tatelxpez-blog]

bcnniex:

                It wasn’t until her arms were actually around his neck that Bonnie felt as though safety was surrounding her, holding back her sobs as she knew they were no use in that moment, unable to help anyone by sobbing and hiding in a corner as she usually would in a situation like this. Flashbacks of Haley was enough to send her spiraling in a dangerous rabbit hold, but holding onto Tate gave her the small bit of hope that everything was going to be okay. “I can’t —– do this again. I can’t lose anyone person —– Tate, for fuck sakes what do we do?” She knew what they had to do; but admitting to her skeletons was only going to make situations worse. // @tatelxpez

Maybe it was default, that Tate and Bonnie would look for one another in amidst the chaos, like he had when they’d wheeled Haley’s lifeless body out of the house; there wasn’t really anyone else he thought to seek out then; and as Caitlyn’s face appeared on the projector, he sifted through the crowd until he could see the familiar features and brown curls of a woman he knew would feel this. “You’re not..-- Okay? You’re not losing anyone.” He assured her, though he had no idea how he was going to make sure of it. Letting her go, he ran the palm of his hand over her hair, refusing to let her out of his reach for the time being. “Either we do what they want,” at which point he looked around, noting that everyone had begun to shift uncomfortably. “Or we work out how to get out of here, and find Cait.” Both seemed --- far-fetched, but something had to be done. “What kind of secret is enough to kidnap someone over?”

[tatelxpez-blog]

dcrekx:

               His whole body froze at the sight of Caitlyn, his phone dropped to the floor and not a care in the world as to when it was smashed by people running around frantic to find their loved ones. His head was screaming at him to stay sane, screaming at him that just blantly telling people that he fucked up the case towards the high-schoolers murder because he wanted to protect his younger sister, hiding her knife away from the cops surrounding him at the time. His eyes glued to the screen, his hands shaking with anger and his eyes filled with nothing less than a look that screamed deadly. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed towards the other that approached, fists at his sides. “Where the fuck is she? Where —— the fuck is Caitlyn?” // @tatelxpez

Truthfully, Tate didn’t really know Caitlyn. They passed through the same circle of friends, and his friends knew her, but if he had to consider it now, he didn’t think they’d ever really spoken all that many times. But; what he did know was that there wasn’t a chance in hell that she deserved to be the one in that video. None of which really mattered, because she was there --- and the anger that imploded within his best friend was one that he knew all too well, even if he didn’t really understand where it came from. Pushing through the crowd, Tate gripped the shoulders of those standing too close to Derek and shoved them to the side, clear of anything that might erupt from closed fists. “I don’t know --- I didn’t see her all night. They’ll find her, D.” Just like they found Alisa. A difficult pill to swallow with so many people ending up dead lately. “We will, but you’ve gotta breathe --- think first.” Fuck knows that was never Tate’s first thought, but when it came to his friends, Tate seemingly saw clearer than he did than with his own anger.

[tatelxpez-blog]

x--remi:

                   “Drink a little more and the fun will come to you —- watch her flirt with you. Everyone’s got their fantasies Tate, but watching old granny’s fuck isn’t one of mine” perfectly manicured fingers pulled out a seat beside him before she slid into it, her long leg draping over the other as she twisted her body to face him. “You’re now my date for the night, no exceptions”

“My definition of fun never complies with anyone else’s, and I don’t do alcohol. --- So what do you fantasize about?” He didn’t care where conversation turned, not really, he was as lax about conversation than most, though he was sure that stemmed from a reputation that developed from him drawing lines in the sand over what others said to him. He knew Remi wasn’t so stupid as to piss him off -- not yet. “Sorry, Sweetcheeks. I’m not about to be your arm candy while Hastings glares at me from the other side of the room, I’m all for getting fucked, but not that kind of fucked.”

[sammy-bryant]

[tatelxpez-blog]

x--remi:

                   “You must be having so much fun, Tate – why don’t we see if we can get the old bag to try it on with you? I’d pay more than twenty bucks to see that”

“Thanksgiving is about as much fun as getting a zipper caught on my balls. --- Twenty bucks to watch? You could join for free you know? Grandma probably has enough experience to put us both to shame.” 

[tatelxpez-blog]

“Twenty bucks says by the end of the night Mrs Schiller murders Mr Schiller for relentlessly cracking on with any woman in sight. In the cafeteria with a soup ladle.”

[tatelxpez-blog]

leonamcnroe

Ten years without seeing one’s step siblings might have sounded odd to most third parties, but for Lenny it was by far the biggest relief. Not only because they were living, breathing tokens of that sham of a marriage, but because a certain history existed which she didn’t feel like reliving. Until of course, in typical Tate fashion, he implied it so heavily that she nearly rolled hues and walked away. “Oh you’re very funny,” she replied. “Not saying they probably didn’t deserve it, because I’m sure they did. Just take it outside and maybe don’t draw a stupid amount of attention to yourself.”

“Oh I know.” He wasn’t under any false impressions of how his step sister felt about what he not so subtly brought to light with such ease it was almost unsettling, but his inability to be bothered by what happened, and his piss poor mood made it all the easier to brush it off. “I really don’t need you babysitting, Monroe. Go back to lookin’ pretty and being quiet and let me handle my shit on my own.” 

[tatelxpez-blog]

cxmillax:

                 Picking at the hospital bracelet that was wrapped tightly around her small wrist, Camilla leaned back against her pillows while ignoring the plate of food that the nurses tried to force-feed her earlier, only to cause in a huge commotion in the hospital room. Being alone was the best thing for the blonde, thinking about how stupid she was for getting caught and how stupid she was to think that it wasn’t to catch up on her with her quickened diet. Sensing someone at the door, she kept her eyes on the bracelet, trying to force it off her wrist with her slim fingers. “I don’t want company ——- and I don’t want to talk about it,” she said quietly. How long had it been? Hours? Days?

“Sucks to be you.” Because Tate never listened to anyone, regardless of circumstance. Pushing through the door, swinging the chair beside her bed around so he could sit and lean forward against the backrest. “You don’t get much of a choice on the company thing, until Bishop gets back --- I’m here.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he watched her pull at the medical bracelet. “

[tatelxpez-blog]

bcnniex:

               She was being unreasonable, she was more than aware of that, it was clearly written on the males face that he was extremely uncomfortable and just wishing she would turn around and tell him that it was enough at the club and they could go back to one of their houses. She wasn’t the only one that lost someone that night, Tate lost his girlfriend — Tate was the one who found her after Bonnie ran out of fear, her phone in her hand with 9-1-1 dialed but never hitting call and before she knew it, they were surrounding her best friends house and pulling her out in a body bag. “Whatever,” she hissed finally, unable to handle her own anger at that point, anger at herself and anger at the world for ripping Haley away from her so easily, over something so stupid that both of them could’ve stopped doing the next day if they decided. “I’m having fun,” she hissed, taking a shot the moment it came into view, throwing a five dollar bill towards the waitress and moving through the crowd, the music getting louder and louder as she looked towards her destination. “Good, then let’s go,” she snapped, grabbing hold of his hand as she continued to walk, craving the lit up dance floor under her feet.

He’d never really understand this shit, but then again, Tate had never been the party type of guy. Crowds bothered him, people bothered him; fueling that with alcohol was always a bad fucking idea and after some time of repeating the same thing over and over every weekend, he finally started cutting it out of his life. Losing Haley had really only been the final nail in that coffin. “Hey.” He cut a rough tone out at her decided annoyance. “Nobody is trying to stop you from having fun, Bonnie .----” But he knew her idea of fun didn’t always mean leaving the party conscious. He avoided rolling his eyes as she dragged him towards the bar, Tate already feeling the familiar prickle at the back of his neck. Brilliant. “Nothing too crazy, got it?”

[michaeltrevxno]

Holy fuck 😍

[tatelxpez-blog]

@dcrekx​

               “Oh whatever, don’t get all cocky and shit with me,” he stated with an eye roll, not even bothering to fix his hair at that point, knowing very well it would only lead to Tate messing it up again. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at the water that was in front of him, his hands almost sweating and on the verge of trembling at the thought of it not fulfilling the empty void that was in his stomach for any type of alcohol, making this an easier time for him in the end as his nerves were constantly on an all-time high, especially finally getting back on cases that were involved with the murders. “Fuck you —–,” he said quickly before wrinkling his nose. “Could be, didn’t get a good look. Not worried about it, not like I need to get laid tonight anyways,” he muttered as he looked over at Tate with a small smirk on his lips, images flashing in his mind of the night with Caitlyn, thankful that he sobered up throughout the session to remember it all.

“Wait wait… wait.” Tate paused, his brow still pulled to a sharp point at he looked over his best friend with absolute incredibility “Since when do you not need to get laid?” He saw it, the small lift of the others lips, a smirk — likely the most misplaced thing on Derek that ever could have happened for someone that knew him at all. “You dirty fucking dog. You got some and didn’t fucking think to mention it?” Scoffing in mock offense, Tate once again clocked the other roughly on the shoulder. “Well fuck me.. you managed that all on your own? What am I even here for?”

[tatelxpez-blog]

x-finley:

                     One second the brunette had downed a few shots with a stranger, laughter on her lips and the music pulsing through her, and the next she was falling backwards into someone’s arms after she had bumped into a waitress, spilling all their drinks on the ground. The music she could no longer hear and the laughter was no longer as the room began to spin. “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket” she sang out to whoever still held her up. “I’m rather tiny; I could probably fit in your pocket”

Tate’s hand situated firmly against her hip, more effort than he expected a quick and easy way to note that Finley definitely wasn’t sober. He’d been on the way out, as usual; he didn’t have the time nor patience for this kind of thing. Bars, people.. --- assholes. He simply couldn’t deal, since he was as much an asshole as any drunken idiot might have been sober. “I’ve no doubt about that, Darius, but that boyfriend of yours would have my head, if we thought to try it....-- and I’m not really in the mood to kick his ass today. Come on, let’s get you some fresh air.”