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hockeylvr59 · 5 years

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Atypical Summer || Auston Matthews

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Authors Note: You guys should know the drill by now, I have some weird dreams and eventually the muse is strong enough to write down. This came out of the blue last night but it was vivid enough for me to run with it. Hopefully, you enjoy. Eventually, I will consistently write about someone other than Auston Matthews, but that day is not today.

Warnings: maybe a swear or two...also this had zero proofreadings so all mistakes are mine (I need sleep though so oh well)

Word Count: 4,217

It was finally the first day of your last year of school.

You’d said that before when you graduated from undergrad but this time you were serious, law school was the end of the road in your education. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder you smiled and nodded at your classmates as you made your way into the law school building. You could hear everyone chatting about what they’d done over the summer: the work they’d done, the trips they’d taken. It was all very typical and your summer was anything but. Yes, you’d also completed an internship. Yes, you’d also gone to visit your family. But that was where the similarities ended.

See you were supposed to intern with a firm located on the East Coast.

Instead said East Coast firm had sent you and another intern out to Arizona to work on a massive document review for pending litigation.

You had started the summer completely single with no plans of that changing any time soon.

The massive diamond currently located on your left ring finger (as well as the matching rose gold band that was on its way from the jeweler) made it obvious to anyone who saw them that that status had changed.

Your summer had been completely atypical and you really couldn’t even explain how it all happened.

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You’d been partnered up with Alex on the first day of your internship. The firm liked to have its summer associates work in pairs in order to show what it would be like to be partnered with another attorney on a case.

A week later you were on a flight to Arizona, the firm having assigned the two of you to go over the hundreds of documents that they had received from discovery of a multi-million dollar products liability case. The company being sued was headquartered in Arizona and would give full access but all documentation had to remain there. Hence the trip across the country.

The firm was paying you both a travel stipend in addition to your weekly salary but the day after you’d been assigned Alex had stopped you in the hall to suggest that you stay with her and her family and save the hotel money to pay for your bar exam prep course or something. See Alex grew up in Arizona, and her house was only twenty minutes from the company where you’d be spending your summer. To sweeten the deal she threw in that her brother had a house with a pool not too far away and it was open for the two of you to use basically whenever. And at that point, there was no way you weren’t going to agree because the extra couple thousand dollars in your pocket would go a long way as a broke grad school student.

You didn’t realize exactly what you’d gotten yourself into until you had climbed out of the uber and entered the house, immediately being welcomed by the smiling face of Alex’s mom. You knew that face from somewhere and as she pulled you into a hug and you looked over her shoulder at the framed photos on the wall it all hit you at once.

You were standing in Auston Matthew’s childhood home and you were going to be staying with his parents and siblings for the next two months. As Ema Matthews pulled back from the hug, Alex introduced the two of you and the matriarch of the family insisted that you just call her mom.

It was clear that Alex had noticed the look of shock on your face and as she guided you upstairs to the guest room where you’d be staying she waited silently while you processed your thoughts.

“How...how did I not make the connection until now? Why didn’t you say something?” You sputtered causing Alex to laugh before flopping onto the bed.

“I figured you had figured it out already. And it’s not a big deal.” She was right that it shouldn’t be a big deal but for some reason, it felt like it was. Embarrassment flooded over your cheeks because you had spent so much time already talking about hockey that it was clear you were obsessed. All you could do was praise the gods that you hadn’t made a comment about how talented and attractive her brother is.

Your atypical summer had begun.

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Your birthday fell toward the middle of your time in Arizona. And you’d thought about saying something to Alex or Ema but the weekend before your birthday they’d all started talking about their plans for the day in question and the last thing you wanted them to do was cancel things for you.

So Ema and Brian headed out to visit a massive flea market before going out for dinner and a movie. Alex was going on a date with her boyfriend and Breyana was going to a sleepover with some of her girlfriends. That left you home alone, curled up in bed with a Mike’s Hard Black Cherry Lemonade and some history documentaries. Not the ideal birthday but it would have to do.

Around 7:30pm there was a knock on the door to your room and you stirred from you documentary daze to murmur a response figuring that maybe Alex had come home early. Instead, when the door cracked open, it was the large frame belonging to Auston that appeared. In his hand was a cupcake with a single candle in it and he smiled almost shyly at you as he approached.

“So uh...it’s your birthday right?” He questioned and when you nodded confused as to how he knew that he ducked his head. Sitting on the bed at your feet he handed you the cupcake and murmured for you to make a wish, delaying the question you wanted to ask.

Blowing out the candle as Auston sang happy birthday to you in Spanish softly you smiled, the first real smile all day.

Twenty minutes later you were snuggled into a chair out by the Matthew’s fire pit, Auston having built a fire after asking if you minded him hanging out here with you. As you both nursed drinks, a beer for him, and another cooler for you, he admitted that he’d looked you up on Instagram and had seen your mother’s happy birthday post to you.

It was slightly creepy but at the same time he was the only one here to acknowledge your birthday without you having to say something and since you’d only spent a little bit of time around him it was a gesture that meant the world.

The sound of Auston’s laughter as you talked and joked by the fire wasn’t a sound that would leave you any time soon and as you crawled into bed you knew that this birthday definitely ranked at the top of the list for recent birthdays.

Of course, as soon as Ema found out that they’d missed your birthday, the rest of the Matthews insisted on taking you out for dinner and buying you a cake. There was no doubt in your mind that you had been lucky to meet Alex and to be invited into this family.

It wasn’t your typical birthday but you were certainly blessed.

___

This summer had flown by faster than you could believe, well at least the time when you weren’t pouring over thousands upon thousands of pages of document review. Even that had been fun with Alex by your side, the two of you playing music and chatting about this or that while reading. But as another work week ended, you’d finished the last day of your internship and were scheduled to fly out the following Tuesday.

Arriving back at the Matthews with Alex, you were both surprised when the moment you walked in the door, Auston was tossing duffle bags your way and telling the two of you to go pack and be quick about it. Once again you were confused, but Alex’s expression suggested that you should just go with it and as you dug through the drawers of the dresser in the guest room you couldn’t help but ask where you were going.

“Vegas.”

The words came from almost directly behind you and caused you to jump, having not expected Auston to be standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom.

“We’re going to Vegas?” You inquired, disbelief lacing your words.

“Would you just finish packing. Yes, I’m taking the two of you, well and Alex’s boyfriend, to Vegas for the weekend. You know...to celebrate.”

Arizona was honestly the only west coast placed you’d visited before and so you couldn’t help but be excited to experience the bright lights of Vegas even if drinking and gambling weren’t really your favorite activities.

You’d flown out that night and when you arrived you all went out to dinner before retreating back to your rooms to get some sleep for the following day.

Being the only vegas virgin among the group you insisted on doing something touristy during your time there. After walking the strip you’d dragged them all to the Mob Museum and though he’d deny it you were pretty sure Auston had fun there looking at artifacts and hearing stories. Again you’d had dinner as a group before Auston handed you and Alex tickets to a show, Celine Dion, and you couldn’t help but squeal. The guys would claim that the show was torture but again you had a feeling they enjoyed it.

It was after dinner that you parted ways from Alex and her boyfriend who wanted to go do their own thing. Auston had overheard you telling Alex that you’d never gotten drunk before and before you could stop him he was dragging you out to a club and feeding you drinks. Drinks in which you couldn’t even taste the alcohol and that made them dangerous. You remembered drinking and then dancing with Auston but then everything after that became a blur.

When you stirred Sunday morning, a heavy arm was draped over your waist and the sunlight streaming through the window was glinting off something and making your head hurt. As you slowly blinked yourself awake more fully, you realized that the arm around your waist belonged to Auston and that the glint was off of a ring, a ring that graced your left hand.

Immediately you jumped up and scrambled off the bed, drawing the blankets with you to cover your mostly naked form. The loss of the blankets made Auston stir and when he awoke it was to the sound of you crying as your brain frantically raced to process what the hell had happened.

You watched him run his fingers through his hair and as he did so the sun caught the metal that was placed on his own left hand causing you to throw a hand over your mouth as you slumped to the floor in disbelief.

“Oh my god...what the hell did we do?” You whispered, panicked. “We have to get an annulment.” It was then that Auston began to stand and his action caused you to realize that he was only wearing boxers. “Oh my god...did we have sex?” Your frantic thoughts continued to spill out along with your tears and they didn’t stop until Auston had pulled you back to your feet, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You didn’t understand how he could be calm and despite his whispering that things would be okay and that you’d figure it all out together, you couldn’t calm yourself, your heart racing.

“We didn’t have sex.” He insisted hoping that by answering one of your questions he could get you to breathe normally. “I don’t remember everything but I do remember coming back to the room and just passing out.” Unknowingly a sigh of relief escaped you. Yes, it appeared that you had gotten married while drunk, but at least you hadn’t lost your virginity while too out of it to even remember.

Hearing your sigh made Auston’s brows furrow and you softly whispered an explanation causing his eyes to go wide. He didn’t respond verbally, though his body language relaxed. After a moment, you felt his fingers twisting the ring around your finger and your mind jumped back to the stupid, drunken mistake you’d made. The two of you barely even knew each other, this wasn’t something that could happen.

Once again you murmured that you should get an annulment as soon as possible but for some reason, Auston tensed at your words. “Or we could try this.” He mumbled causing you to twist your head so hard you pinched a nerve. Immediately, the million reasons that this was a horrible idea flew into your head but before you could voice them Auston stopped you.

“You have a spa appointment with Alex. Go down, get a massage, try and relax, and take some time to think with a clearer head. We can talk about this later, a few more hours won’t make that much of a difference.” His thumb reached up to wipe at your tear stained cheeks and he kissed your forehead softly before stepping back. Gently he reached over to slip the ring off of your hand, freeing you of its weight and meaning for the moment. “I’ll take care of this until you get back.”

A two-hour deep tissue massage did leave you feeling more relaxed, your muscles having been turned to goo. But if anyone had asked you to recall a word of what Allie had said to you, you’d be shit out of luck. Your massage was followed by a mani/pedi and when you returned to the room Auston was waiting for you.

The two of you spent the entire afternoon talking and arguing. You’d started out convinced that you had to get an annulment. But Auston had shattered every single one of your arguments. You argued that the distance wouldn’t work. He argued that you only had a year of law school left and that you could just as easily practice in Ontario as you could the States. Granted the systems aren’t exactly the same but his point that it wouldn’t take that much more to join him in Canada was still valid. You’d argued that you had nothing but debt to bring to a marriage while he had more money than you could fathom. He’d simply responded that you were easily the most frugal person he’d ever met and that he had no real concerns about you having access to his money. He’d even insisted that once he had convinced you to give this a shot that he was going to add you onto his credit cards and bank accounts. Again you’d fought him but finally conceded when he backed down to just adding you to one of his credit cards for now. Finally, you’d argued that you weren’t going to do this if there was even going to be the temptation for him to stray. That it would be hard enough being married long distance, and you weren’t going to be made a fool because he was shacking up with other women behind your back. That was probably the hardest point for him to convince you of but somehow he managed and the two of you agreed that you were going to stay married, to give a relationship with each other a go, even if this was going to be the most unconventional marriage ever.

By the time the two of you were finished arguing you were exhausted and so Auston kissed you softly before insisting that you lay down for awhile while he found and talked to his sister. You tried to insist that you should tell her together but he declared that it was something he needed to do by himself.

So you had attempted to nap, though sleep wouldn’t come and you instead found yourself just staring at the ring Auston had slipped back onto your finger when you agreed that being his wife wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It was absolutely stunning. The round cut diamond was surrounded by scallops filled with smaller diamonds and the rose gold band almost had a twisted look containing a few more diamonds before it tapered off to the flat metal. You couldn’t remember picking it out which meant that Auston must have and even drunk the man had good taste.

With Auston down telling his sister that the two of you had gotten married and intended to stay married, you decided that you should probably bite the bullet and call your parents. They were shocked and disappointed, you could hear your mother crying and it broke your heart, but eventually, they agreed that you had to make your own choices and if you were certain about this than they would do their best to support you. Though you weren’t sure when you could arrange for Auston to meet them you did promise that you would face time them with him before you left Arizona so that they could at least talk to him for a bit.

As you hung up with your parents, the door to the hotel room burst open and Alex jumped on the bed with you for a moment before pulling you up.

“Come on. We’re going shopping.” She insisted. You couldn’t believe that those were the first words out of her mouth and when she noticed you just staring at her she stopped and wrapped her arms around you. “Convincing you to stay married to him might be the smartest damn thing my brother has ever done. I’m so happy for the two of you and I’m here for whatever you might need.” Letting out a sigh of relief that she didn’t appear angry, at least with you, you slipped shoes back on and grabbed your phone and wallet so that she could lead you to wherever it was you were going shopping in Vegas. “I always wanted a big sister.” She added. “Though I never thought Auston would actually give me one. Are you sure you want to be married to my annoying little brother?” She teased and when you could only blush she smiled.

“Somehow he’s convinced me to give this a chance. I don’t know Alex...I’m scared that it could go horribly wrong but what if he’s right and it all works, is it worth that risk?”

“You’ll never know unless you try.”

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After shopping with Alex, the four of you caught your plane back to Arizona, your engagement/wedding ring making its way into your bag once you’d landed. Auston had slipped his wedding ring onto the chain he wore around his neck for the moment and you couldn’t help but notice that he kept touching it while he drove. Dropping you and Alex off at his parent’s he promised that you’d see him tomorrow and before you could go inside he inquired about your ring size because he wanted to get you the wedding band to match the other because evidently, one right wasn’t enough. Because you knew that if you didn’t tell him, his sister would find out and relay the information you informed him that you wore a size 8 and he nodded, sneaking a quick kiss before letting you head inside.

After sleeping in the following morning, you were informed by Alex that you needed to go put your new dress on because you were all going to Auston’s for the day. You assumed that it was simply so that you could spill the news to the rest of his family that you’d gotten married….but you assumed wrong.

Stepping into Auston’s backyard you were shocked by the amount of people there. Auston was chatting with some of his friends and some of the business interns that were working out of the company you’d spent the summer trapped in littered the backyard.

Handing you a bottle of water, Alex leaned close to whisper in your ear. “So this was supposed to be a going away party for you...but uh I guess it’s going to be that slash a wedding reception instead.”

“Oh…” You murmured taken off guard. Before you could start to panic, Alex was stealing your phone and after adjusting a few settings she handed it back.

“You’re dj...get to it.”

After that, it didn’t take long for you to settle into a comfortable patio chair with Alex and Breyana next to you as you blasted music through Auston’s yard and sang along with the lyrics. Though you had relaxed a little, you were focused on hiding your ring because the dress you were wearing prohibited you from wearing it around your neck like Auston was his. You were also anxiously awaiting the arrival of Ema and Brian.

Shortly before they arrived a few other familiar faces wandered into the backyard. Hearing someone scream Auston’s name you twisted to see Mitch and Steph making their way across the yard. Just as you were processing Auston’s best friend’s arrival, Patrick Marleau and Christina joined the group across the yard and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Eyes wide you looked at Alex.

“What did you do? You asked her, nearly whimpering. Alex at least had the courtesy to look like she might be regretting her decision and you handed her your phone before standing up to slip into the house. You needed a moment to catch your breath away from all of the people. When someone knocked on the door a few minutes later you expected it to be Alex or even Auston, instead, the door opened to reveal Breyana.

“Hey...are you okay?” She murmured and when you groaned in response she slipped into the room closing the door behind her. It didn’t even cross your mind to hide the ring and when Breyana saw it she squealed in excitement, practically pouncing on you. “Oh my god?! Are you serious?? I mean Alex told me something had happened in Vegas but she wouldn’t tell me what and…” Her words blathered on for a moment before finally making sense again. “You and Auston got married! Oh, I’m so happy for you. I couldn’t have picked someone better for him myself.“ It didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest that this had happened completely out of the blue, there was nothing but joy and happiness pouring off of her and thankfully it was somewhat contagious. Hugging her tightly you took a few deep breaths before standing up.

“Thank you.” You stated, softly hugging her once more before the two of you headed back outside, ring more consciously hidden.

It was clear as soon as you stepped out that Auston had been looking for you and when he saw you he quickly pulled you into his arms, kissing you soundly. The moment you separated to breathe it was clear that he had told his parents and while you were worried about what they’d said, Auston didn’t give you time to dwell on it, pulling you closer to his chest as the music shifted to some love song. Your brain didn’t even process what song it was as Auston gently guided you through a slow dance, your first as a married couple.

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed with only happy, contented feelings settling in you. Auston led you around to his friends, introducing you as his wife and seamlessly steering all chirping to himself instead of to you. Pictures were taken of you with your new sisters, with your new husband, and your entire new family. They may not be your typical wedding pictures and you were sad your family wasn’t here but it was something, a memory you hoped you’d always be able to treasure.

As the sun began to set, most of Auston’s friends and his family, your family, left for the evening with promises to meet up for brunch before your flight left. Left to settle around the fire was Auston’s Leaf family and before long it felt like you fit right in with that group as well. Having helped raise your sisters you could talk with Patrick and Christina about the boys and you found that you had similar tv taste as Steph. Mitch was impressed with your hockey knowledge as well as the fact that you had been playing World of Warcraft since it originally came out. It wasn’t Fortnight but he claimed it was a start.

For the first time sober, you fell asleep in Auston’s arms and though you were sad that it would be the last time for a while, you sought comfort in the fact that he was yours and it was just the first of many.

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Drawing yourself back to the law school you moved silently to your classroom and took a seat in the middle of the room. Thinking about this summer made it all feel like a dream. But then you’d look down at your left hand and realize that it was all very real. It wasn’t your average summer, it was your last as a student, but the first of the rest of your life.

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sylvestersrpg · 6 years

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full name: celeste jacquelyn émile. face claim: danielle campbell. gender + pronouns: cisfemale, she/her. orientation: bisexual, biromantic. hometown: avignon, france. occupation: journalist + bartender. employer: whatever weekly + prism. birthday + zodiac: october 30th, scorpio.

HEADCANONS.

Celeste was born in New Orleans, but she was raised by her father in the south of France for nearly a decade and a half of her life; her parents had separated when she was three years old, and while she spent her summers with her mother in NOLA, she spent most of her year just north of Avignon with her father. While his family had grown up in Paris, her father had moved to Avignon when he was old enough to live on his own; his dream had been to own his own vineyard, and after years of hard work he managed to achieve his dream. Celeste spent much of her childhood running through the vineyard while her father worked, even helping him as she grew older; she didn’t share her father’s dream, but she did enjoy her time there. Living both in the States and France helped Celeste develop a fluent knowledge of both English and French; while she feels more comfortable speaking French, she speaks English most of the time because she knows it makes other people more comfortable.

When she was fifteen years old, her father passed away in a fatal car accident. Celeste had been inconsolable for months after her father’s passing. She was sent to Paris to live with her grandparents while her father’s estate worked out what to do with his property. She had wanted to stay in Avignon, but it was decided that she would be sent back to New Orleans to permanently reside with her mother. Living with her mother wasn’t bad. She wasn’t as close to her mother as she had been to her father, but living there helped her cope with the loss of her father. Her parents really had loved one another, and they had tried to make it work in the beginning, but it just wasn’t enough; her mother knew the pain that she was feeling. The problem was that just as she had started to get readjusted to life, Celeste lost her mother as well.

Losing her mother hadn’t affected her in the same way that losing her father had done. Instead of truly grieving over losing her mother, Celeste shut down. She closed herself off from the world for a time, refusing to deal with the loss of her mother. It was decided, once more, that she would stay in New Orleans, though this time she had been sent to live with her mother’s parents much to her dismay; she didn’t know her maternal grandparents, honestly. In her entire sixteen years in the world, she had met them a sum total of four times. At first, living with them hadn’t been too bad. They left her alone for the most part, but the difficulties came in how much they talked about her mother. For someone trying to ignore the loss of their mother, it was pretty much impossible. Angelique Baptiste was freaking everywhere. There were pictures all over the place, and her grandparents consistently talked about Angelique every chance they got; they were the type to talk out their grief, and it was the last thing Celeste wanted to hear. The more they spoke about Angelique, the more Celeste started to rebel in small ways just to get them to shut up.

It started with little things at first. Staying out later than her grandparents’ ridiculous ‘curfew’, hanging out with college boys in the Quarter, sneaking out at night to see guys much too old for her. When that didn’t do too much more than gain disapproving looks from her grandparents, she started doing more drastic things. Underage drinking, drugs, misdemeanors, even getting into fights at school with other people – students and teachers alike. Her actions finally gathered serious attention of her grandparents, but instead of trying to do something about it they tried to impose stricter rules – consistently asking why she couldn’t just be more like her mother had been. The last straw for her grandparents had been when they discovered Celeste’s sexuality. Celeste had noticed years ago that her eyes lingered on both men and women, she had even dated members of both sexes, but it had never really been a big deal to her. When her grandparents found her in bed with a girl from her school, well…it’s safe to say that it hadn’t ended well. That’s when the arguments started and the estranged relationship she had with the both of her grandparents – especially her grandmother – only got worse; her grandfather didn’t speak much to her, but he always seemed kind. Quiet, but kind; he didn’t approve, he had made that clear, but she was still his granddaughter. He could still see his daughter in her. Her grandmother, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. The comparisons to her mother only got more frequent, only now they were joined by various lectures about how she was going to hell, and how if anyone important found out about her ‘dirty little secret’ – as her grandmother called it – it would ruin their family’s reputation.

Celeste’s eighteenth birthday and subsequent graduation from high school could not have come fast enough for her. As soon as she was able to do so, she picked up her life and moved to Los Angeles; she had to get away from New Orleans. Not only was the city a living reminder every day of her mother and what she’d lost, but her grandmother had become absolutely unbearable. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted to do with her life if she were being completely honest, but at least in a city like LA she would be given a wide variety of options. In an attempt to honor the memories of her parents, she enrolled in the undergrad medical program at UCLA; her father had always wanted her to succeed in life, and her mother had worked as a local doctor in New Orleans, catering mainly to lower-income families. The main problem was that the medical field had never really interested Celeste much; she wanted to follow in her mother’s footsteps, but it wasn’t for her. Regardless, she stayed on the medical track for a little over two years until the classes started becoming a bit harder – more focused on the degree she was working toward, not just the core subjects required to pass. Eventually, she got to the point where she wondered why she was putting in so much work on a degree for a career that she didn’t really want.

Through a series of trial and error classes in other majors, Celeste finally found a department where she really felt at home. The English department at UCLA was the one place where she felt like she could be herself; honestly, she had never realized how passionate she was about reading and writing until she’d actually started taking the classes more seriously. Soon enough, she chose to major in journalism with a minor in creative writing. College had been harder than she had ever really imagined it would be, but she still graduated a few years later with more than a few good memories from her years at UCLA. The only real problem she had once college was done, though, was that she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life again. She knew she wanted to write, but she didn’t know where – or what for that matter. She had an idea in the back of her mind for her own novel, but she didn’t have the courage to actually start writing the book itself.

Hearing the news that her cousin had recently moved to a town in Rhode Island, having opened up a branch of his father’s law firm, Celeste decided to follow in his footsteps. She could at least stay in the city until she really figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Moving across the country to another city was a little daunting, but knowing that Sebastian was going to be there brought a sense of comfort to Celeste that she hadn’t felt in a while. She hadn’t been entirely close with him growing up, mainly because they hadn’t lived in the same cities, but they had grown close when they were a little older during her stay in Paris after her father passed. They had stayed in contact over the years, and Celeste was thankful to have a member of her family who didn’t judge her for her life choices; if anything, he encouraged her to branch out a bit more. Shortly after moving to Whatever, she picked up a job as a bartender at a local gay bar called Prism; she had worked in a few different bars and clubs while she was living in LA, so working at Prism wasn’t too much of a difference. It was smaller, but Celeste liked it that way. When a journalism position opened up at Whatever Weekly, Celeste jumped at it; it was finally a way that she could put her degree to use. It wasn’t like writing for a major newspaper or anything, but she was still writing. She kept her job at Prism because she loved it, but working for the paper was a right step in her career-path.

Truthfully, Celeste still hasn’t dealt with the death of her mother in a proper way. It’s a subject she actively avoids talking about. She’s never spoken about it, but the main reason she has issues with Angelique’s passing was because of how often she had been compared to her mother. Even growing up, her father had consistently reminded her of how much she reminded him of his ex-wife; she looked just like her mother, though she had her father’s eyes, and she even had a similar disposition to her mother without even truly noticing it. This has led her to wonder whether she’s destined to follow in her mother’s footsteps and be taken from the world at a young age. It’s a bleak outlook on her future, but it’s also something she rarely – if ever – speaks of.

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player: michelle, she/her. age: thirty. timezone: cst. blog link: (x)

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cecehathaway · 6 years

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I Remember You | Para

Tagging: Dorothy McCoy with mentions of her family Time Frame: Throughout the day, Sun. March 4, 2018 Location: Dorothy & Miles’ apartment General Notes: Trigger/content warning for mentions and talks of death and loss, as Dorothy thinks about her late father on the anniversary of his passing.

Dorothy didn’t often wallow about the passings of her parents anymore. It was too painful and parasitic to her mental health to be stuck like that, and she knew she would be doing a disservice to herself and her parents if she did not live her life rather than floating through, existing. For her that meant pressing on with her degrees--first her Bachelors and then her Masters--and following through with her eventual career aspiration, becoming a licensed Nurse Practitioner, and later receiving her certification. At the time, that also meant looking out for her sister Lena. Although Lena was the elder of the two, it was no secret among them that Dorothy had been the more responsible one, especially after their parents died. She aided their dad, emotionally and sometimes physically, when a latent, lingering strain of the virus claimed Dr. McCoy’s life. In hindsight, Dorothy discovered just how much remorse he was holding onto when his wife passed, being unable to earn her forgiveness for his indiscretion and the hurt he caused; the blame he took on for her death, knowing she would not have gone to help further eradicate the virus from some in ravaged inner cities and who had yet to receive the cure. It may very well have been that guilt and remorse that distracted him during his drive that day. The drive out that ultimately led to his own untimely death.

When he also passed, Dorothy spearheaded the arrangements, took what knowledge she gained from mere months prior, and applied it again, practically on her own this time. Her near-perfect grades were compromised in favor of gaining legal help to sort out both of their parent’s assets. At one point, she debated rejecting her incoming college acceptance letters--that the sorting out of finances, other assets, funerals and her own grief would be too much for her and trying to further her education now would be impossible. But she knew her parents expressed pride in her academic ambitions, whenever she spoke of them and again when she applied to some of the most respectable universities in the country that were still open. What ultimately led to her staying her path was what nearly prevented her from pursuing it--her parents. She wanted this. She wanted to go to school and get her undergrad, maybe even her Masters. She wanted to figure out what medical career she would ultimately aim for, since that was something she had been decided on at this point.

Eventually, Dorothy did pull her academics back on track so that they were strong enough to graduate high school, to the pride of no one, or so she felt at the time. Handling all of this and more, virtually on her own while Lena shirked almost all responsibilities to frequent bars and clubs, and ultimately drop out of school laid the foundation for growing resentment that Dorothy tried to suppress.

But twice a year, the sisters allowed themselves full days to stop and truly remember their parents together, in whatever shape or form that might have taken. Last November, they remembered their late mother together, mostly in silence but spending it physically together, eating their mom’s favorite breakfast food, pancakes together and later watching her favorite musical film Meet Me in St. Louis together; letting a prayer candle burn the entire day, crying on and off as they looked at photo albums and sang along with Judy Garland to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”.

Today, however, was their day out of the year where they focused on their father. In the past, Dorothy believed she was closer to her father than Lena was. The day seemed to strike a tense silence in her sister and until last summer, Dorothy did not know why. But with their father’s extramarital affair and him fathering a third child as a result, it was no longer a mystery to the younger of the two sisters, why tension rolled off of Lena’s entire body on this day for the past nine years. It had been almost nine months since she found out about the affair, her half-sister and all the secrecy and Dorothy still didn’t exactly know how to feel. The vast majority of the memories she had of her father were good ones, positive ones.

Eugene “Gene” McCoy’s reputation was one that grew throughout the theatre community at a young age, from performing himself to finding his niche in the production side of it all, ultimately leading to a successful career in producing and investing in up and coming plays and musicals. His greatest claim as a producer happened to coincide with Dorothy’s all time favorite musical: Wicked. Following his having flown to San Francisco to see it in its infancy, he attached himself to the production and gathered investors for it to ultimately make its move across the country to Broadway.

To the theatrical community he was Gene McCoy but to Dorothy and Lena, he was Pops. While both McCoy parents encouraged their daughters to pursue whatever dreams and aspirations they had, Eugene recognized some of his daughter’s additional talents. He knew Dorothy had a lovely singing voice, a clever mind, and glommed onto loving and appreciating performing arts, but wasn’t likely to follow in his footsteps of performing or delving into the arts as a long term career. Likewise, he saw that Lena wasn’t of a business mindset, nor would she likely be someone to sit behind a desk in a cubical for work, but had a gift and true passion for the stage. He loved sharing aspects of what he did with his children, while also throwing all of his support in their interests and endeavors. He made a point of including them in his world and interests, not to force feed an aspiration to them, but rather, to foster them finding what they loved and doing the work to keep it alive in their hearts.

Through the internal conflict of past memories and recent discovers, Dorothy did eventually take away a lesson about creating an open and honest relationship with her children she had and would one day have. Sidney was still very young, but she promised herself that she would do everything in her power not to put him in a situation remotely similar to the one she was currently in, being without answers or explanations and seeking a new form of closure with her so that he might learn to forgive and move forward; holding onto the good memories without them being tainted. Dorothy wasn’t entirely sure if that was possible for her yet but she was at a place of being able to try.

Not only this, but Dorothy was doing her best to look on a bright side of the situation in that she now had a younger sister, a half-sister whom she did not know terribly well yet but unlike Lena, was open to knowing her and perhaps gaining a sibling-like bond.

All of this and more came to Dorothy’s mind as she opted not to get together with Lena this year. The resentment she started to form nine years ago went from a mole hill to a volcano that seemed to erupt last June. One day, she hoped she would forgive Lena and leave hurt and anger of the secrecy in the past. For the time being, she managed minimal conversation and did her best to keep an open door with Lena and Sidney, and herself and her infant niece. But the revelations Dorothy stumbled upon last summer not only cemented some scorn in Dorothy’s heart over her sister, but their father as well. The good memories, and the wonderful things she knew about him all seemed marred by the glaring fact that he cheated on their mother, fathered another daughter, and kept all of this a secret and for reasons she did not and would never know. Whether she would ever be able to full separate the good memories from the lie currently remained a mystery.

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Have you seen Quinn Fabray on campus? Rumor has it that the twenty year old junior from Allen, Texas was born on May 28 and is currently studying English in the College of Liberal Arts. Her friends will tell you that she’s independent and opinionated, but they also say she can be judgmental and secretive, so be careful. Her endgame is Quinntana and fortunately for us, her role is TAKEN and unavailable for auditions.

Lucy didn’t have a terrific childhood as she doesn’t remember ever being close to either of her parents. Her father was often busy working and her mother spent most of her time with a martini glass in her hand or out of the house at the latest country club function, and as a result, Lucy spent many of her youngest years feeling unloved. Unfortunately it was only a feeling that was perpetuated during the hours she spent at school. Overweight, be-speckled, and victim to an absurd amount of orthodontic work, Lucy was teased mercilessly. More often than not, she’d hear her hated moniker “Lucy Caboosey” follow her down the halls of elementary school. It wasn’t until the summer in between elementary and middle school that everything changed for her. Lucy went through a growth spurt and began shedding her weight, begged her parents for contacts, and replaced her braces with removable retainers. When she entered her new school she was an entirely different person who chose to go by her middle name instead of her first name - Quinn.

During the seventh grade, Quinn tried out for the cheerleading team and, to her own surprise, earned a spot on the squad. She enjoyed the popularity boost being on the team brought her and put all of her energy into earning the head cheerleader position, which she did halfway through the year through merit and some minor sabotage of her competition. It was through cheerleading that Quinn met Kyle, eight grader and quarterback to the football team. He asked her out on a date after the last game of the year and while she’d never really been sure if they had anything in common aside from football and cheer, Quinn absolutely adored the positive attention dating the soon to be high schooler and football star brought her. By the time Quinn entered high school herself, she’d already been appointed Queen B. Girls wanted to be her, guys wanted to date her, and Quinn loved every second of it. Despite knowing from first hand experience what it was like to be picked on and teased, Quinn wasn’t averse to doing it herself. Being mean and manipulative was expected of girls of her status, so she had to be that way in order to stay on top and eventually even began to enjoy it.

Despite being the golden girl of Allen High, Quinn’s life was far from perfect. Even though her parents were barely around, they still managed to place a lot of pressure on her - especially with her older sister doing so well in life. She was expected to achieve top grades at all times while maintaining her cheer schedule, being active in their church, and volunteering regularly. Not only did she have to be everything for her parents, she had to be the perfect girlfriend to Kyle. Any sign of trouble and the rumor mill would start, their popularity would slip, and another girl would try to swoop in. Perfection became her aim and at times it left her impatient and short-tempered with Kyle and friends alike. But no matter how frustrated she got, Quinn wasn’t ready to let go of her popularity and when she was placed on Yale’s waiting list, she decided to take the full cheerleading scholarship to the University of Texas; a place where she planned to get her undergrad classes out of the way before hopefully transferring to Yale.

If she had thought that high school cheerleading was tough, it had nothing on collegiate cheerleading - but Quinn wasn’t one to back away from a challenge, and she was damn sure not going to let herself lose her scholarship. Nor did she plan to disappoint her parents. Not only did she dive into her studies, but she also made sure to volunteer when the school hosted their quarterly blood drives and even attended the worship services at the non-denomination House of Worship on campus. Of course, college also provided her with other opportunities - rushing for her mother’s sorority, dating and hooking up (as she and Kyle had split at graduation when it was apparent that Kyle wasn’t going to be much more than a high school football star), attending school parties… Even on top of her busy schedule, Quinn made sure to take part in the college experience, because she knows that when she transfers to Yale? She’s not going to fool around.

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During the years when she was being bullied, the only thing that kept Quinn’s spirits up for a little bit turned out to be video games. Her father got her all the systems she wanted and she could spend hours playing them. While it slowed down during her high school years after getting popular, she would still play the newest games and eventually started streaming them online under the name BeautyQueenGames. She would wear a mask to hide her face in case anyone she knew found out, and it unintentionally took off and is still quite a big deal. She even goes to TwitchCon while wearing her iconic mask. She’s shocked that it’s been as big as it has, and she still sets time out of her week to stream anything from horror games to Animal Crossing. She’s nervous what people will do when they find out someone like her plays games. She likes her status as the popular one and doesn’t want to ruin that by adding something nerdy to the list.

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Blaine Anderson: One of the things that Quinn has continued to do, to help pad her resume for when she eventually transfers to Yale is volunteer - and one of those places she volunteered at happened to be the quarterly blood drive. It was there that she met Blaine, someone that understood the importance of giving back to the community somehow, and after that first time volunteering together, they’ve exchanged numbers so that when they do go out and volunteer, they can do so together. Apart from that, the two haven’t really hung out much - both of them having busy schedules - but she can tell that Blaine is a good guy and she holds no ill will towards him.

Rachel Berry: It was during her freshman year that Quinn happened to run into Rachel Berry - or, more accurately, Rachel Berry ran up to her. It was in the communal bathroom of the dorm floor she was staying on, putting on makeup, when Rachel came up to her and simply stared. It had been creepy, at first, and then Rachel explained that Quinn was obviously pretty and undoubtedly wound up getting boys to pay attention to her - so she asked her what it was she did to get boys to pay attention to her. Once the general creepiness of someone approaching her in the bathroom and staring at her wore off, she felt flattered and even sympathized a little for the girl, so over the years, she’s acted as a sort of listening ear for Rachel. It’s not exactly something she can give a definitive answer for - but she does try and at the least, she can be Rachel’s shoulder to cry on.

Sam Evans: Going to church was one of the things that Quinn was adamant about not giving up now that she was out of her parents’ house. Her relationship to God is important to her, even if she can admit that she may not have been the type of person God would have wanted her to be at times, so finding the non-denomination house of worship on campus was a necessity. There had been a few faces she recognized, both from cheerleading and from her classes, but it wasn’t until her sophomore year that she saw the freshman phenom - Sam Evans - sitting in one of the pews that she decided to actually talk to someone that was there. And, of course, everyone had been abuzz about the new recruit - and she certainly heard enough from Finn’s griping and complaining - but she found him to be easy to talk to and they quickly developed a bond over their religion. Now they make it a habit of meeting up before going in for service and sometimes they’ll even get lunch together.

Finn Hudson: When she had first arrived on campus, Quinn had told herself that she wasn’t going to settle down with any guy - that she wanted to focus on her studies and her being in college - but then she met Finn. While Finn initially reminded her of Kyle, given his status as a football star, Finn was actually, surprisingly, sweeter and kinder. Sure, he may not have been the brightest guy that there was, but he was handsome and he was attentive to her - most guys didn’t listen to girls, but Finn did. And while she appreciated his devotion to her, Quinn wasn’t ready to make their relationship serious so they kept things casual - only to break up every couple of months when Finn would get a little territorial and possessive over seeing her flirt with other guys. Currently they’re on a ‘on’ patch in their casual relationship, but Quinn can tell that Finn wants to make things serious with her - and Quinn can’t help but feel a little guilty.

Mercedes Jones: As a member of the sorority that her mother had been a part of when she had attended the University of Texas, Quinn knew that she was going to wind up rooming with one of her sorority sisters - as there was only so much room in the house - and to be frank, Mercedes? She wasn’t what she expected. But it turned out a lot better than she had expected, really, as Mercedes is definitely the ideal roommate. Clean, quiet, friendly and someone that she could connect with spiritually, too. Their friendship is not one that Quinn would have had in high school, she knows, but this is college… and college is about growing and becoming a better person, right?

Noah Puckerman: As a cheerleader, Quinn tends to know all of the players on the Longhorns roster - especially when they’re best bros with the guy she dates off and on. While Puck definitely reminds her of the high school jocks, the ones that just cared about getting their dicks wet, she can admit that he’s quite fun. The two of them flirt with one another, knowing that it won’t come to anything more - especially when she’s dating Finn - but doing it for the fun of it. And besides, his compliments make her feel good, so there’s no need to feel guilty over another guy just calling her beautiful, right? Especially when she has more things to be guilty for.

Marley Rose: Fitness is an important thing to Quinn, especially considering the fact that the cheerleading coach is strict about the cheerleaders and their regimes, so the gym is a place she can be found at often. It was there that she ran into Marley, a girl that had asked her for tips on how to workout and what the best workouts were. Truthfully, Quinn never thought she’d train a girl, but Marley was sweet and kind enough - and it was clear it took her some strength to be able to get up the courage to talk to her, so she decided to help her out. Now the two of them tend to work out together, usually with Quinn still giving the younger girl tips, and while Quinn wouldn’t say they’re friends, she can’t say she hates having her in her life.

Sebastian Smythe: With football came boosters and Quinn found herself often attending booster parties with her parents whenever they came into town. It was by accompanying her mother and her father that she ran into Sebastian Smythe, a kid similar to her - one with parents that were rich boosters and alumni to the school - and the two wound up lingering in a corner while the older folks schmoozed for more money for the school. It was nice, really, having someone that understood the world she grew up in, and eventually the two realized that Quinn’s sister, Frannie, had married one of Sebastian’s cousins. It’s not something that bothers her, not too much, as she knows that Frannie is happy with her life as a trophy wife and soon-to-be stay-at-home mother… but that’s not the life Quinn wants for herself, despite what her parents may want.

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First a Championship Ring, Now the Wedding Rings

After his first college basketball season with the Virginia Cavaliers, Kyle Guy reviewed some video and was unhappy with what he perceived as a lack of performance on his part.

“I decided I was going to work really, really hard during that off-season to make things right,” said Mr. Guy, a 6-foot 3-inch guard from Indianapolis who averaged 7.5 points per game as a freshman.

“I never wanted to see video like that again,” he said.

Mr. Guy, who attended Lawrence Central High School in Indianapolis and was selected as Indiana’s “Mr. Basketball” long before he would help Virginia win the N.C.A.A. championship this past season, was not referring to a basketball video.

He was upset by an Instagram video that had been posted by Alexa Jenkins, his former girlfriend, which showed her enjoying the company of a new boyfriend.

“She’s the only girl I have ever loved,” Mr. Guy said. “I was frustrated because I knew I could never find her kind of overbearing loyalty and unselfishness in any other woman, and I wanted her back in my life.”

Mr. Guy and Ms. Jenkins, both 21, met as eighth graders in November 2011 at a basketball game at Southeastern High School in Hamilton County, Ind. Ms. Jenkins was there to root for her brother, Tyler, who played for Southeastern. Mr. Guy was there with a cousin, Cody Jacob, who had gone to school with Ms. Jenkins.

“Alexa was drop-dead gorgeous, and the moment my cousin introduced us, she hugged me, so I hugged her right back,” Mr. Guy said.

But when she tried to start a conversation, he began speaking in what he described as “very short sentences.”

“It was difficult for me to concentrate,” Mr. Guy said. “I probably wasn’t making too much sense.”

But Ms. Jenkins had a different recollection. “He was shy and very nervous,” she said.

A week later, Ms. Jenkins texted Mr. Jacob and told him that she thought his cousin was “very cute,” a gleeful piece of news that was immediately relayed to Mr. Guy, who later texted her.

They began dating in the summer after eighth grade, their first get-together initiated by Mr. Guy, who rode his bicycle from Indianapolis to Hamilton County, about a 30-minute ride, to spend some time with Ms. Jenkins.

“He told me that riding his bike over to my house was just a part of his basketball workout routine,” Ms. Jenkins said, laughing.

They were soon together most days, right up until their respective junior proms — when they split up. “We had been dating since we were 13, and really needed a break,” Ms. Jenkins said.

They kept in touch and continued to support each other, and by their senior year in high school began dating again.

Ms. Jenkins eventually chose to go to DePauw University, about an hour from Indianapolis, but with Mr. Guy heading to Virginia, they again decided to go their separate ways.

“We figured we would be better off doing our own thing in college,” Ms. Jenkins said. “We sent each other a text every now and then just to touch base, but it’s not like we weren’t thinking about each other every single day.”

Ms. Jenkins said it was tough to forget about Mr. Guy, especially since she began watching his games on television.

And it was equally tough for Mr. Guy to forget about Ms. Jenkins, who would move to New York that summer for an internship with a television production company, the vision of that Instagram video still burning inside him.

“I hated being single and knowing that Alexa was dating someone else,” Mr. Guy said. “It was useless trying to find someone to replace her, because no one else could compare.”

He began paving a road back to her with a simple text asking, “How are you doing,” and after catching up on each other’s lives, he wished her good night and sealed it with a smiley-faced emoji.

“I guess that smiley face was sort of hint that he wanted to get back together,” Ms. Jenkins said.

Mr. Guy dropped another hint six weeks later when he texted her to ask her opinion about a tattoo he was considering. By now, Ms. Jenkins had broken up with the man she had been seen with on Instagram (their relationship lasted just four months).

Ms. Jenkins continued talking with Mr. Guy, who extended a dinner invitation on behalf of his family upon completion of her internship. When that day arrived in August 2017, Mr. Guy opened the door, “and my jaw just dropped,” he said. “She was as beautiful as I had ever seen her,” he said.

Thrown slightly off his game, Mr. Guy began speaking in short sentences again. “The only words I could get out of my mouth were, “How are you doing,” he said.

Ms. Jenkins was back in the familiar company of Mr. Guy’s family, which included his five younger siblings as well as his mother, Katy Fitzgerald, and his stepfather, Tim Fitzgerald. (He is also the son of Joe Guy and stepson of Amy Guy).

“I came to realize that I truly loved this family,” Ms. Jenkins said. “Kyle is a one-of-kind person who tells me every single day how much he loves me, even on days when I’m not feeling very loved.”

They were engaged Feb. 18, 2018 at Boors Head, a country club in Charlottesville, N.C., where Mr. Guy popped the question on a small bridge overlooking a sun-splashed pond.

“When I reached the point where I had run out of words to describe how much I loved Alexa and how much she meant to me,” he said, “that’s when I knew it was time to put a ring on her finger.”

Eight months later, Mr. Guy was there for Ms. Jenkins when she was accepted into Notre Dame Law School, where she will begin studying in the fall (after completing an undergrad degree in three years), prompting Mr. Guy to post on Instagram: “I don’t know where or how to start but you continue to amaze me and the people around you. I’m so beyond proud of you and today is a celebration of just that, you. Congratulations on getting into Notre Dame Law School AND accepting. God is doing great things through you so keep being faithful.”

Their engagement was a relatively low-key fair until it became national news in April, when their wedding registry appeared online and was initially thought to be in violation of N.C.A.A. rules as it involved giving gifts to an athlete.

“It all grew out of Virginia’s compliance department wanting us to be cautious about the registry, and the next thing you know our phones are blowing up and there is a 48-hour media circus in which people were writing that the N.C.A.A. did not want us to have a registry, which wasn’t true,” Ms. Jenkins said.

The saga ended with the N.C.A.A. calling a news conference to clear up the matter, stating that the existence of the registry did not break any rules.

A few days later, Mr. Guy was back in the news, as he helped the Cavaliers reach the Final Four by calmly sinking three consecutive free throws with 0.6 seconds left in the semifinal game to eliminate Auburn. He then scored 24 points in the title game to lead Virginia to an 85-77 overtime victory against Texas Tech, the school’s first N.C.A.A. basketball championship. He was named the tournament’s most valuable player.

Mr. Guy, who decided to leave Virginia after three years and enter the N.B.A. draft, was subsequently selected by the Knicks as the 55th overall pick last month and was immediately traded to the Sacramento Kings. He fared well in the Kings’s recent summer league games, with Ms. Jenkins in attendance, in Las Vegas.

“I’ve always been smaller and skinnier than most of my opponents on the court, but I’ve always managed to prove that I belong,” Mr. Guy said. “To have Alexa sitting there and watching me play the game at the professional level meant everything to me.”

On July 25, Ms. Jenkins and Mr. Guy are to be married at Na Aina Kai Botanical Gardens on the island of Kauai in Hawaii, where 28 guests are to witness a ceremony to be led by Brandon Ruble, a friend of the couple who became a Universal Life minister for the event.

“Kyle is a wonderful young man who has always encouraged Alexa to follow her dreams and achieve her goals,” said her mother, Brandi Jenkins, who had an inkling all along the couple would be married someday.

The soon-to-be bride said that after the ceremony, she and Mr. Guy “really don’t have a traditional reception planned.”

“My husband and I will be going to the beach to watch the sunset,” she said. “And when the sun rises, we will happily begin our married life together.”

Mr. Guy had one more short sentence to contribute: “Sounds good to me,” he said.

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