#erics father passed away in his freshman year

[veiledladie]

summer sleepovers at auntie kims

#he’s babygirl shaped in his little 90s style crop top #this is very black cat golden dog of them #eric is at alice’s place as much as he can be #which means the entire summer they spend together #alice lives with her aunt in willow creek #her parents are currently out of the picture #erics father passed away in his freshman year #just some light bg #sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #spencerkimlewis

[loveintvworlds]

Eric Bittle ends up at UGA despite his best wishes because Samwell is expensive, and sure, UGA is too but. Not so much when your daddy is the football coach. Eric at UGA is a little rougher around the edges, a little more short tempered. He’s still friendly, still outgoing, still an athlete, (he runs track) he’s still him but he spent all of high school holding on to the idea of getting out of Georgia at the end of it, and losing that little bit of hope would take a toll on anyone.

Campus is bigger than the whole of Madison, and more accepting too. Not by much, it’s not like how he built Samwell up to be in his head (Eric still has dreams about “1 in 4, maybe more”) but he sees more out gay people in his first few weeks on campus than he’s ever seen in his entire life. But, he also sees his daddy’s football boys, his daddy’s friends and colleagues, his daddy himself. And he — maybe irrationally — feels like they see him too, like they’re always watching. So he stays closeted, and it hurts like hell.

Jack Zimmermann ended up playing college football nearly on a whim. After the overdose hockey was too painful, it wasn’t worth his life, but he couldn’t live as anything other than an athlete. One night, while blindly hitting buttons on the remote after turning the tv on to a hockey game, and he landed on a football game instead. He saw cleats instead of skates, soft turf instead of hard ice, a game just rough enough to make his skin buzz pleasantly but not enough for anyone to compare him to Bad Bob, enforcer extraordinaire.

So he spent the year learning football. When he started applying to colleges he applied to schools in warm climates, and meticulously avoided cities with hockey teams. Without a high school football career to get him scouted, Jack played at a D2 school his freshman year. But Jack Zimmermann would be D1 material at any sport he put even a fraction of his energy into, so he transfers to UGA, spends sophomore year benched (the NCAA compliance officer was very apologetic to the football coaching staff but no, they couldn’t make an exception for Jack) and his junior year is his first real year on the team.

It’s also the year the coach’s son gets to UGA.

Plenty of people on the staff and the team know Eric, have been eating his and his mother’s baked goods at team events for years, but Jack must have been too busy glaring at his red vest and sulking near the benches to notice. Then he was too busy acclimating to actually being on the team.

About halfway through his fall semester junior year, Jack notices.

He sees Eric on the side of the field one day, arms crossed and sunglasses on as he talks to his father. He’s got on a UGA windbreaker and duffel bag, and Jack doesn’t know what sport he plays but he knows an athletes when he sees one. The guys on the field with Jack mess up a passing drill that Jack himself was hardly paying attention to, and the ball rolls to Eric’s feet. Coach barks out a reprimand to Johnson for the fumbled throw, and Johnson — bizarrely — winks at Jack as soon as Coach looks away. Jack looks back at coach, brows furrowed, just in time to hear him say, “Junior, why don’t you show these boys how a football’s meant to be thrown.”

Eric frowns, he hems and haws, but eventually submits, like he always does with Coach. He shifts his stance, conscious of the teams eyes on him, of his daddy’s eyes, and takes a deep breath before launching the ball across the field back towards the players. He watches with more relief than pride when it flies beautifully, and manages to smile more than grimace when a few of the guys who know him hoot and holler good-naturedly.

Jack watches the whole thing and his mouth goes dry.

He thinks about that pass, about Eric, for days afterward. He sees Eric on campus one day, saying goodbye to a bunch of guys from the track and field team who were spending one of their few free days lounging in the shade of a tree. Jack watches Eric spilt from the group and start in his direction and makes a split second decision to try and catch his attention.

Jack stammers out a hello and manages to say his own name without much trouble and Eric graces him with one of his kind smiles in return, laughingly telling him that he’s well aware of who his daddy’s new favorite player is. Jack is too starry eyed to catch the edge in his voice when he says it. So he — harmlessly, unknowingly, more as an attempt at a friendly joke than anything — mentions the pass from the other day, asks him why he’s not on the team with an arm like that. And Eric (short tempered, rough around the edges, hurt, hurt, hurt, Eric) ices him out. He drops his smile, he walks away without a word.

Eric doesn’t know yet that Jack Zimmermann is a former hockey wunderkind, that Jack switched to football to get away from hockey the same way Eric switched to track to get away from football. He doesn’t know that Jack would understand the way he has to push his body to quiet his mind. That Jack understands so well because at one point things got too quiet. Eric doesn’t know yet that Jack Zimmermann isn’t just another one of his daddy’s boys waiting and watching for him to crumble. But he’ll find out soon.

#this is inordinately long but #i thought about jack watching bitty throw a football and got carried away #bitty's relationship to football is my favorite thought experiment and if i was going to make this like a thing it would be so Coach heavy #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #Check Please! #omgcp #zimbits #i just love jock zimbits #also general hand waving about jack's road to uga bc after like 10 searches i was tired of reading NCAA guidlines #its a wonder i even looked up as much as i did

[strangest-loser]

Twilight Rewrite

Fire in my Blood ~ Jasper Hale x OC ~ Book One - Chapter One

Masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I had never given much thought as to how I would die, I expected it could be for some stupid accident or some kind of murder or something, I had hoped I would live to 102 and pass away in my sleep peacefully and without struggle, but if you told me I would die the week before my 18th birthday because I was being hunted by monsters that belong only in storybooks, I would have called you insane.

Forks, Washington was one of the coldest, rainiest places in all of the world as Alessia knew it, but she loved it. It was her home and it was where her friends and father were. After her parent’s messy divorce her mother Renée moved south with Alessia’s little sister Isabella to Phoenix, Arizona while she stayed with her father Charlie. Alessia adored her father and spent her childhood years following him around like a puppy (to the point where family friend Billy Black had nicknamed her “The little shadow”). She had a happy childhood with her friends Jacob and his pack of boys down at the reserve and it was often that her father had to come wrangle her out of some form of trouble that she had no doubt instigated.

Alessia’s favorite time of year, however, was when her baby sister came to visit them for the summer holidays. Alessia would spend two weeks getting a sunburn in Arizona sitting in front of a tv while her mother bought them little cakes and treats from some bakery for desert every night and she never failed to stick herself with a cactus needle at least once every trip. And as soon as those two weeks were up the summer dresses and shorts were traded for sturdy boots and rain jackets as Alessia dragged Bella through the forest surrounding their home for the next month, expertly weaving through the trees to get to the fort she had built with her father out of branches and slats of wood.

Getting older was what separated the sisters, who as children were thick as thieves. Bella grew to resent the time spent in the rain and cold and longed to spend more time in Phoenix with their mom and her friends, and while Alessia was still extended the invitation to stay with her mother and sister every year she couldn’t help but begin to pull away from that part of her life, the closer she grew with her father the more she began to feel like a stranger with her mother. Funny stories about her and her father’s antics that were mentioned at the dinner table caused her mother to stiffen and made the air uncomfortable, and the longer that Alessia spent in Arizona the more desperately homesick she grew for Forks. It was mutually decided, however, that Alessia would not come to Phoenix as often when her mother got a new boyfriend. Phil was nice and all, but she did not feel the same sense of comfort around her mother and sister, and her status as a stranger was reinforced to a degree that by the age of 13 Alessia stopped going altogether.

But she was happy, anyone who met her could see that. She enjoyed watching football with her father, Billy, and Jacob. She loved having bonfires on the beach with her boys and sharing scary stories only to spend the evening hiding from each other and scaring each other. She was silly and goofy but she was serious where it mattered, like letting her friend Leah run with her pack of boys on the threat that she would ignore them until they stopped being mean and let her play. She was kind and loving, meeting her friend Jessica in middle school and being her number one supporter, punching anyone who dared make fun of her insecure friend because she was so intelligent.

As she grew up Alessia grew extremely beautiful, but not in a conventional way, she didn’t remind people of the models in all of the magazines that Jessica would show her. She was beautiful in the way the woods were at sunset with the light shooting through the trees. She was strong and smart and pretty and caring, but she was also loud, opinionated, funny, sassy and quite honestly, she was wild. She had inherited her father’s brown hair and brown eyes, but there was something so uniquely ‘Alessia’ about her appearance.

Her freshman year of high school went much smoother than the movies would have you believe for Alessia. Her grades were good, and they were well maintained by letting Jessica tutor her because “Being a tutor would make me look good on my college applications Alessia!”. And while Forks football team didn’t enter many leagues (and lost all the ones that they did enter) Alessia managed to convince the faculty to let the girls who didn’t want to be on the volleyball team organize their own cheer squad for both teams, her argument being that if there were people cheering the teams on they might actually start winning.

Sophomore year was infinitely more interesting with the addition of five more students to their tiny school.  The Cullen’s were extremely interesting additions to Alessia’s life. In her own year, the three elder students joined her classes, Emmet Cullen who was funny and nice was her partner for English class its it was a wonder they got anything done at all with their running jokes about Mr. Mason and their literary texts as a whole. Emmet’s girlfriend was Rosalie Hale who was extremely beautiful but smart as a whip, she was strangely cold towards Alessia at the beginning of the year but eventually began to warm up to her at the request of Emmet (“she really isn’t all that bad Rose”) and with two new friends in her classes Alessia couldn’t be happier. It was the third sibling who was in her history class that threw her for a loop.

Jasper Hale was Rosalie’s twin brother and he was the only one of the group of five who wasn’t very fond of Alessia, the other two, Alice and Edward were in the year below them and they were always welcoming towards Alessia, especially Alice who greeted her every morning with a friendly hug before launching into some random topic of conversation.  But Jasper seemed to avoid her like the plague which did bother Alessia at first being that she wasn’t very used to people not liking her (her friendly demeanor often meant that people found her friendly and likeable), but after a while she grew used to it, accepting that maybe he just didn’t like her, and that was ok.

The strangest thing about the whole scenario was that while Alessia thought herself to be friends with the Cullens, it seemed that she was the only one, because according to Jessica Alessia was the only one they would entertain the thought of speaking to, let alone hang out with.

The next year is the year that everything changed, for one she began to evenly split her time between the Cullens and her other friend group consisting of Jessica, Angela, Eric, Mike, and Tyler. She would spend lunches with the Cullens and she would hang out with the others every evening after school, she spent weekends on the reserve with Jacob and Leah and the guys and her nights were spent watching sports and playing board games with her father. She was content with how her Junior year was going until March rolled around and the cold wind swept her sister back into her life and caused the hurricane that completely rearranged her world.

      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Early morning was officially the worst time to be alive, the cold crept through all three blankets on the bed and the hoodie that Alessia was sleeping in that night, and while the cold was never normally something that Alessia minded, 6:30 am was not the ideal time to face it. After taking a shower that seemed way too short and wrestling with her printer to get her Spanish homework for the day ahead she emerged from her room in her usual winter cheer uniform in its navy and gold colours with leggings, trainers and a yellow cardigan over top because Forks in March didn’t mess around and Alessia knew her classrooms would be freezing. Before making her way down to the kitchen she let her eyes linger to the door opposing hers, a door to a room that she had spent the last week clearing out and organizing. It was weird that Bella was coming after all this time, Alessia missed her sister but they had been apart for so long that it was like they were strangers at this point. A car horn is what brought her out of her daze as she rushed down the stairs grabbing her keys, wallet and an apple for some form of breakfast (Alessia wasn’t a breakfast person because eating food so early in the morning made her feel sick, but she knew it would stress Charlie out if she didn’t eat something) before disappearing out the door of her empty house. Her dad’s cruiser wasn’t parked in the driveway which was expected, he always left earlier than Alessia did, what was there instead was a pristine red Mercedes at the end of the driveway with the lights on and inside it sat Rosalie and Alice waiting for her. Alessia’s voice broke through the morning fog as she jogged towards the car, “you know, I should hate you for making me drive to school in a convertible in this weather” the smile that spread across Rosalie’s face matched the one on Alessia’s own as she replied, “yeah well you don’t so get in before I make you walk”.

According to Jessica arriving to school with the Cullens still managed to cause people to stare at Alessia, which she never noticed as she had been doing it for over a year now while trying to save up for a new car, that was a fact she didn’t dare share with any of her friends since when her phone decided to explode one day and stop working she told Alice that she needed a new one and the very next day Rosalie handed her an iPhone that there was no way she could afford, she still had it and took more care of that thing than she did to her own life. No way that was ever happening again. Hopping out of the side of the car after it pulled into its usual spot, she grabbed her backpack and pulled out the notes she needed to give back to Emmet from English the night before. “one of these days I wont be around to save your life you know” he spoke out with his usual mischievous look on his face, “yeah, yeah” she bounced back as she made her way across the parking lot to Tyler’s van where everyone else sat. She was immediately bombarded with everyone asking her if she was coming to the movies that evening. “sorry to disappoint but I have to go to the airport, my sister gets here today” the collective groan at her absence make her laugh as she told them not to be such babies and that she would see them with Bella the next morning, “I don’t want any of you numbskulls giving her any shit tomorrow you hear me?” she said pointing her accusing finger at the three guys in front of her, all of whom faked offence at even the notion. Their goofing off continued until the first period bell rang and Jessica and the others being a grade below her headed off to their homeroom as she headed towards APUSH.

Alessia adored history and she was highest in her class apart from Jasper. Not that she minded (she definitely minded), her teacher Mr Finch was one of her favorite people. He was a kind man in his 40s who had a genuine passion for teaching. Her seat in the back, left corner of the room was right next to the rooms only radiator which was busted but the corner gave her enough cover to be left out of sight by the teacher, she wasn’t in the mood to pay too much attention that morning considering she didn’t grab a coffee before she left the house.

The chatter of her fellow classmates played like white noise as Alessia pulled the top of her chocolate coloured hair into a hair tie and began pulling her homework out of her backpack before giving up and laying her head on the desk in front of her and groaning softly. Her early morning seemed to finally catch up with her, so much so that she did not notice the figure take up the desk beside hers until she heard him speak.

“well, don’t you just look chipper this morning” a southern voice broke through her sleepy haze and caused her mind to stop working for a second. The fact that Jasper was willing speaking to her was definitely new but Alessia was many things and a smartass was one of them. “yeah? well you know your day is off to a great start when you wake up and your first thought is, ‘no’.” she fired back at him raising her head to send a lazy smile his way. The chuckle that left him would have probably made Alessia’s knees weak if she were awake enough to comprehend it “yeah, I know the feeling”.

A smirk broke out on the 18-year old's face as her spine straightened and she looked him dead in his topaz coloured eyes. “did you just… agree with me?” Jasper immediately turned away to face the front of the room, still without a teacher, “oh I wish I could take- “, “nope! You said it! no take-backs!”.

The exasperated look that met her then forced a giggle out of her as she stuck her tongue out at him. “What? I was a very irritating child”, this was met with another chuckle but before he could give another reply Mr Finch’s voice called out as he finally entered the room and commanded all their eyes to the front of the room once more. Alessia let an uncontrollable smile grace her lips as her mind processed what just happened.

Maybe he didn’t completely despise her after all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#twilight x reader #jasper hale x reader #twilight #twilight rewrite #x oc #original character #Alessia Swan OC #fire in my blood #bella swan #edward cullen #alice cullen #rosalie twilight #rosalie hale #jasper hale

[samwellmarinesociety]

Be Still, and Know That I am Near

[I’ve also posted this on my AO3!]

As a freshman at Samwell University, Connor figured that he'd be leaving his home life behind in Arizona. However, an early morning encounter in the locker room provides him with the opportunity to grapple with his faith as well as find some sense of closure.

(A special thanks goes out to Emiliana [ @lifeofthetryhard on Tumblr] for her help with translating the Spanish. Although Connor is Mexican-American and she’s Venezuelan, her grasp of Spanish is much better than my own.)

“¿Estás seguro de sabes dónde está la pista?”

Connor pinched the bridge of his nose as he glanced up at the clock above his dorm door. “Sí, Mamá,” he answered, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice lest he be called out for  using a tone. “Tengo el mapa que me dio.”

“Solo pregunto porque me preocupo de ti, mijito,” his mother reminded, still using the sickly sweet tone that she used when he was a baby. “Trajiste el-”

“Me tengo que ir, Mamá. Te quiero.”

“Te quiero, Connor.”

Putting his phone away, Connor picked his gear bag off the floor and quickly made his way out the door and down the lobby stairs. The fading summer sun was already halfway to its throne at the top of the sky, bathing Lake Quad in its brilliant golden light. Since the semester had not officially started, he could walk along the cobblestones without fear of crashing into someone.

As clichéd as it was, the photos on the official Samwell website could not compare to the beauty of the real campus. Given how the weather along the Eastern coast had been much warmer this past year, the trees were still lush with their leaves. It wasn’t nearly as warm as it would have been back in Arizona, but the feeling of the sun on his back was like a hug from an old friend.

Faber Memorial Rink was a decidedly modern building, especially in comparison to the more colonially-inspired architecture of most of the campus. It was almost intimidating in the way it loomed over the trees and shrubs that dotted its exterior. To some, sports were akin to a religion, so Connor supposed that Faber would be a cathedral. The giant windows that captured the morning light only more strongly enforced the metaphor.

“Mamá would probably have my head for talking about religion like that,” he grimaced as he entered the main hall of the rink. Still, Connor couldn’t help but compare the giant crimson banners that adorned the walls to the purple flags that his home parish would put up during Lent. Signs and symbols of what each institution held dear were woven into both. Even the Latin motto of “Penitus Potes de Fonte Sapientiae” was a reminder of the life he’d left behind at home.

Or rather, the life he was trying to leave behind.

The lights already being on in the locker room was strange, but Connor brushed it off as one of the custodians passing through earlier. The expanse of rooms that he’d toured through after officially accepting his admission offer was by no means the most extravagant he’d seen. In fact, it disgusted Connor just how much money some schools put into their sports teams while letting their libraries and lecture halls fall into squalor. It was, however, nice that he didn’t have to worry about tripping over ripped carpeting.

He paused for a moment before the trophy case. In the aforementioned light, the wood finish of the cabinet appeared to be the same shade of crimson as the Samwell crest. Connor wondered if that was an intentional choice on the commissioner’s part. Beyond the glass panes were the various trophies, plaques, and medallions that had been awarded to Samwell players of yesteryear, though the majority of them were more recently dated. The name Jack Zimmermann seemed to be part of ninety percent of all the awards- he even had one all to himself for being voted team captain three years in a row.

“I guess he really was well liked, both on and off the ice.”

Another award that caught his eye was the John Carlisle Award. “For exemplification of team spirit through enthusiasm and devotion to the game,” Connor read aloud, his eyes falling on the only recipient of the award. “Eric Bittle, 2013.”

News about Eric Bittle had spread through the college hockey channels even before Connor had decided to accept his offer to Samwell. He was just rather different compared to almost every other up and coming forward- a background in figure skating, a fondness for baking, his… general demeanour, to put it lightly. Connor supposed it was noble in its own way for Eric to stick to his ways rather than try to change his personality for the sake of a sport. As long as Eric was good on the ice, he didn’t really care about what the guy did in his spare time. 

Hockey wasn’t what Connor pictured himself doing after graduating- part of it was the lack of privacy associated with professional sports. Even if he didn’t do post-game interviews or speak to reporters, his whole identity would be up for the world to speculate about. That was the sort of perpetual attention that he couldn’t stand.

As he came out of his labyrinth of thoughts, he became aware of a repetitive sort of sound that couldn’t be attributed to the sound of the water pipes up above. Grabbing his bag, Connor tried to move towards the locker room as quietly as he could. Fear wasn’t something that ran in his blood- not fear of noises anyways.

Connor stopped just by the doorway. His grip tightened around the handle of his bag, as though he could swing it in self-defense. Most days, he paid more attention to his legs than his upper body. One of the upperclassmen- Chowder, he thinks their name was- had mentioned something about Coaches Murray and Hall being strict about workout regimens. That was the kind of infringement that Connor didn’t quite appreciate, though he understood why it’d be important. With bated breath, he whirled around and nearly stumbled into the locker room.

“Hello, Connor!”

“Tony?” he replied in surprise before quickly correcting himself. “I mean, Tango?” The nickname culture was still something he was trying to get used to. Prior to coming to Samwell, he had simply gone by Connor or, more rarely, ‘Con.’ The others on the team, however, were insistent on giving him a new nickname; he’d be damned if it was something silly like ‘Whiskers’ or even ‘Whiskey.’ 

“I don’t even like the taste of whiskey.”

 “You’re on the floor.”

Tango’s eyebrows shot up as though he were surprised by this observation. “I was pretty much done anyways!” he answered as he got back on his feet. “Did you want some privacy? My stall’s over there anyways; I just like the airflow from the vent here and-”

“Hold on.” Connor sliced his hand through the air, his lips tight as he tried to keep his expression neutral. “Done with what, exactly?” It was only then he noticed that Tango had something in his hand that was also looped around his wrist.

With that, Tango simply opened up his fisted hand to reveal a rosary, its glassy blue beads refracting the overhead light. “Praying- I try to get a decade or two in before practices.” When Connor didn’t immediately respond, he started to explain. “Oh, it’s a rosary- Catholics use it to pray and we count along the beads, but we start here with the crucifix-”

“I know what a rosary is, Tango,” Connor quickly interjected before he got a Sunday school crash course. “I was just, I don’t know, surprised, I guess. To see you, you know…” He gestured at the part of the locker room floor where the other man was just kneeling.

To his surprise, Tango didn’t seem quite upset by his rather abrupt response. Instead, he simply ran his fingers over the beads before looking back up at Connor. “I didn’t scare you, did I? I’m just used to being the first one in a locker room since my dad was responsible for maintaining the rink back home.”

“No… Look, can I ask you something that’s probably a bit personal?”

“Of course! What is it?”

Connor sighed as he looked up at the vent Tango had mentioned earlier. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he began, a sentence starter that was rarely, if ever, followed by an easy question. “Why here, why now? You could always go into Boston on Sunday.”

As the words left Connor’s lips, there was an aching at the back of his mind. He knew exactly why Tango would be praying the rosary. It was as if he couldn’t believe himself- the truth sounded like an utter lie when he said it.

Doubt, he had been told all his life, could not coexist with faith. In fact, it was the absence of faith. Connor wondered if the priests back home just had a script to follow when it came to quelling uncertainties about the hows and whys of Catholicism.

“You know in your heart that the teaching is clear.

Faith in the Father has led your soul here.

Bear up the cross, let the Church be your spine.

Don’t question too much,

And you’ll get along fine.”

Eighteen years of being told to follow, obey, and believe had caused Connor to falter in all three aspects. Actually, scratch that- it was easy to follow. Perhaps too easy at times. He went to Mass every Sunday because his whole family went- one had to be on their deathbed to miss out. Knowing his family, they’d even wheel him in and park said bed in the aisle during the Mass.

Obeying was similar in most respects. Connor knew the rules and why his family insisted they follow them. That was the difference, really- to obey was to intentionally follow, to be mindful of why the rules are what they are. Funnily enough, he had to look into the history of the Church’s customs to understand their context. The priest at his home parish always glossed over those in favour of condemning the ways of the world in his homilies.

To believe… that was the hardest part of his faith. Catholicism, like so much of life, was full of self-contradictions. Having existed for over two millennia, such was inevitable. Yet rather than try to reconcile the conflicting doctrines, the faithful were expected to accept it all as God’s will.

“What good is it to blindly accept it and believe? Do you really have faith if you don’t know who or what you’re putting your faith in? Not that I could ever ask that out loud- those would be grounds for excommunication. Or worse, rejection from my family.”

It seemed that Tango was also deep in thought because it was only now that he gave an answer. “I know I could pray at church, but why not make use of my free time right now?” He gestured to the still, empty locker room. “Everyone’s got their pregame rituals, their ways to clear their minds. Mine just happens to be prayer.”

“How can you believe in something that doesn’t make sense, in something that condemns people for things they can’t control?” Connor could feel a hauntingly familiar tightening in his chest and his throat. To keep his hands from shaking, he balled them up into fists, his nails digging into his palms. The thoughts bouncing around his head were no longer under his tight mental control- it was as if Connor was now feeling everything he’d been bottling up for so long all at once.  “It doesn’t fucking make sense!”

Tango, by virtue of him being, well, Tango, was probably preparing to ask a question. So Connor steeled himself in preparation so that he wouldn’t end up lashing out at his teammate. His own questions about their apparent shared faith were already volatile enough, so he wouldn’t be surprised if Tango was offended by his language and gave him the cold shoulder from now on.

Yet, instead, Tango took Connor’s hand and just gave it a gentle squeeze. “I know it doesn’t make sense- if the Church couldn’t figure it out after two thousand years, they probably never will.”  He looked up to meet Connor’s eyes. “There’s not a lot I’m sure about, Connor. But I know that praying helps calm me down. That and going to Mass are just things my family has always done- so I guess it’s like bringing a part of home with me?”

“Part of home,” Connor echoed as he reached into his bag and pulled out the rosary his Mamá had packed into his belongings before he left Arizona. The dark green glass of the beads were almost black in the shadow of his fingers, but the medal of St. Sebastian at its center seemed to sparkle nonetheless. “Jesus, I- wait, no, shouldn’t have said that. I just- I haven’t really prayed this in so long. Most of the time, I just followed my family when they moved their fingers.”

Tango’s eyes went wide as he looked at the rosary in Connor’s hand. “Woah, did you get that for your first communion too?”

“Uh… probably?

“Me too! Unless this was my confirmation rosary… or maybe it was my graduation rosary? What is it with relatives and giving rosaries as presents?”

Connor shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re telling me- my abuela gets everyone in the family a rosary every Christmas, Easter, and September 8th. Somehow, she hasn’t bought any duplicates so far.”

“My aunt makes them with string and those plastic beads little kids use to make art- like this!” Tango gestured to a bead lizard that was hanging off the side of his own hockey bag. “I can’t even imagine how long it takes her to make them for all of my cousins…”

Instead of using the extra time on their hands to get changed, Connor and Tango ended up sitting together in the former’s stall, just talking about their families and lives before Samwell. For Tango, it seemed that praying the rosary was less about delving into his connection with God, but rather, about keeping his connection with his family. 

If Connor were a philosophy or theology major, he’d be tempted to say that those things were one and the same.

As Bitty called everyone out to the ice to begin practice, Connor took one last look at his rosary, now hanging from a hook in his stall. Even if he wasn’t any closer to understanding the faith he’d been raised in, he at least had a friend to take this journey with.

⁂

Sundays, according to Bitty, were generally free days for the Samwell Men’s Hockey team unless they made it to the playoffs. So the following week, Connor met Tango in the South Quad early in the morning before heading into the suburbs around the university. He was thankful for the rows of trees that lined the campus sidewalks- it was always gross to sweat through his dress shirt.

Mass at the parish of Our Lady of the Incarnation didn’t start until 11:00 AM, so after they sat in one of the pews, Tango pulled down the kneeler. With a nod from his new friend, Connor fished into his pocket and took out the beads his mother had packed in his belongings.

“Go for it, Whiskey.”

His rosary, once a foreign, almost unnerving memento, now felt intimately familiar in his hand. He pulled out a small paper from his other pocket and began to read it, the pewter crucifix held reverently between his thumb and pointer finger.

“En el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo. Amén. Creo en Dios, Padre todopoderoso, creador del cielo y de la tierra…”

#omg check please #connor whisk #Tony tangredi #whiskey x tango #my writing

[itsshellybitch]

27

Writing post-college age Shelly ended up being more challenging than I thought, but this provided an opportunity to elaborate a bit on some of my headcanons for future Shelly. And lo and behold, this ended up being much longer than my usual one shots, though it's less about Shelly at 27 and more about Shelly from 12 to 27.

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Okay, maybe she was being a bit of a Bridezilla.

But how the hell did everybody expect her to react when the florist delivered hot pink flowers to the church? She had specifically requested paradise pink!

Okay, maybe she had gone too far when she grabbed the deliveryman by his collar and threatened to turn his face into a Jackson Pollock painting. But this was her day, dammit!

And truth be told, she had never thought that this day would even come.

Shelly's mind wandered as she applied her makeup.

Her early adolescence had been the most miserable period in her life. Not only did she have to deal with the woes of puberty, she had to deal with the woes of puberty while wearing a metal monstrosity around her face.

Shelly had been temperamental since birth, but her new headgear had caused her anger to spike to dangerous levels. Her face bore a permanent scowl and she didn't even bother fixing her hair or wearing cute clothes. As far as she was concerned, it was like putting lipstick on a pig.

She cried herself to sleep sometimes, long after her family had retired for the night. She had convinced herself that she was a hideous monster who would die alone.

Shelly's headgear and braces were removed three days before she started her freshman year at Park County High.

She vividly remembered stepping onto the bus on the first day of school. The chattering teens fell silent when they caught a glimpse of her.

She didn't see what the big deal was. So her headgear was gone! So she had run a brush through her hair, applied a bit of mascara and lipgloss, and chose a more flattering outfit! She was still the same girl that kicked their asses on the playground during their time at South Park Elementary.

Or so she thought.

Shelly was asked out by a sophomore from Middle Park before the day had even ended. Before long, one boyfriend had turned into two and then three and soon she stopped counting. She had officially become a bona fide serial monogamist by the end of ninth grade.

None of her relationships lasted more than three months. And she was always the one who broke it off. Shelly Marsh vowed that she would never be dumped again.

Shelly didn't slow down once she entered college. In fact, she doubled down. She was surrounded by more guys than ever before. Colorado State University was a buffet and she was Eric Cartman.

During her senior year of college, Shelly was hit with a few harsh realizations.

Serial dating had become stagnant. She always felt like she was going through the motions. Why was she doing this? Was it lingering self-esteem issues? Daddy issues? Fear of commitment? Did she just enjoy the attention?

A horrifying image of herself as a little old lady bed hopping with every single geezer at her retirement home who still had a pulse popped into her head

Shelly vowed to swear off of men until after graduation. It was time to focus on herself.

She lasted about a week.

She tried. She really did. But his charming smile and twinkling eyes pulled her in. He was charismatic and funny. They spent hours engaged in deep conversation.

Three months had passed before she knew it. But the couple soldiered on. Three months turned into six months and then a year and then two years.

He proposed to her on their third anniversary as a couple. She accepted.

Shelly wasn't planning on having a wedding at first. She was perfectly content to elope or make a trip to city hall. Weddings just weren't her thing. They involved actually being around people, for one. Shelly might have changed over the years, but she was still a misanthrope at heart.

Her mom was devastated. She had dreamed of planning her daughter's wedding since she had found out that she was carrying a girl. She wasted no time putting on the mother of guilt trips:

"I guess I can just save Aunt Flo's antique pin for another occasion. Too bad, it would have been perfect for both your something old and your something borrowed."

"Your father called me crying today! He was looking forward to giving his only daughter away on her wedding day! Oh, well."

"Your Uncle Jimbo isn't doing so well, Shelly. I bet that seeing his niece walk down the aisle would mean a lot to him."

Shelly finally cracked when her parents offered to foot the entire bill for a traditional wedding.

She soon discovered that she enjoyed wedding planning. Trying on dresses, picking out flowers, and choosing music for the ceremony and reception was surprisingly fun. It didn't even bother her (much) that a huge chunk of the guest list was made up of the same South Park yokels who had watched her grow up. Shelly found herself caught up in Wedding Fever. She was counting the days until the big event.

And now it was here.

Shelly's thoughts were interrupted by knock at the door.

"Shelly, it's almost time!" Sharon called.

Shelly gathered herself and exited the green room.

"Sweetie, you look beautiful!" Sharon exclaimed.

Excitement was bubbling inside of her. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. She was a changed woman.

Shelly did a double take as she caught a glimpse of Liane Cartman exiting the ladies room.

She was wearing a white dress!

Shelly growled. She felt her face heat up. SHE was the only one who was allowed to wear white today!

"I'm going to curb stomp that bitch!" she bellowed. She stormed over to the woman as fast as she could in her high heels.

Okay, maybe she hadn't changed that much.

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Who is Shelly marrying? Is is Kevin McCormick? Amir? Scott Tenorman? Officer Barbrady?

#ask games #fic

[erraticrandomficwriter]

Cloaked Heart - A Gossip Girl Plot Bunny - Season 1 Episode 1 - Work in Progress

Charlotte Bass – Lottie to the ‘Upper East Siders’, Charlie to her friends – stood impatiently in Grand Central Station for the return of one of her closest friends. She hadn’t seen Serena van der Woodsen in a year but they kept in touch the entire time Serena was in boarding school. Why Serena left, she still didn’t know but it didn’t matter. Charlie knew Serena would tell her in her own time and if that time never came then so be it...

When Serena appeared in her line of sight she bounced in delight and ran to her friend, away from the driver that was waiting for her as well. With no word or warning she darted straight to Serena and tackled her with a hug. She should have thought that through because they both lost their balance and ended up falling on the floor together.

Serena laughed at the sudden tackle and teased, “Now what would your brother say about this sort of behavior?”

“As if either of us care what Chuck thinks.” Charlie laughed again as she got to her feet and helped Serena to her own. “Chuck and I may be twins but we are complete opposites.”

“Going at each other’s throats, are you?” Serena asked as she linked arms with Charlie and headed outside together.

“He’d have to acknowledge my existence in order to be at my throat. Chuck has hardly spoken to me since Freshman year.” Charlie pushed the topic of her brother aside and focused on Serena’s life. “Enough about my brother, let’s talk about yours.” She stopped when they reached the car and got serious. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see what was happening, Serena. I should have been able to see it.��

Serena didn’t blame Charlie in the least. “Hey, I don’t blame you so don’t blame yourself. Okay?”

Charlie heard Serena loud and clear but that didn’t stop her from beating herself up for not seeing the signs in Eric.

Serena moved aside so the driver could open the door for them but didn’t get in yet. “I see the face you’re making, Charlie. Now I am not going to get into this car until you give me your ‘I just spent the entire day with my mystery best friend’ smile.”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at that then smiled the way she knew Serena was referring to and once they were both in the back seat of the car, she pointed out. “He goes to our school, you know.”

“I do, but you won’t tell me his name. Or where he lives. Or anything. All I really know is how you met and why you don’t bring him around.” Serena could understand Charlie’s need to keep the people in her life separate from one another. After what Charlie went though, it gave her a sense of control.

“And you know me well enough to respect it.” Charlie grinned before leaning back into the seat with a sigh. “Does anyone else know you’re coming back?”

Serena slouched back and sighed as well. “Just you and my mom.”

Just as soon as Serena said that, Charlie’s phone went off to notify her of a Gossip Girl update. She pulled her phone from her pocket and showed Serena the post. “And everyone else.”

Serena presently didn’t have the patience to deal with that so she pushed Charlie’s phone away and turned her attention to the passing scenery outside the window.

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After the driver dropped Serena off at Blair’s place since that’s where Mrs. van der Woodsen presently was, Charlie headed to Brooklyn. With a pizza in hand, she knocked on the door of her best friend’s loft and smiled when he opened the door. “I heard a rumor you were back today.”

Dan Humphrey chuckled as he stepped aside to let her in. “Was there a post on Gossip Girl or something?”

Charlie spotted the site open on Dan’s laptop. “As if you don’t already know.”

Dan tried to veer the topic away and took the box from her. “Oh, look, pizza.”

“Pizza isn’t going to stop us from talking about who else is back.” Charlie took off her black leather jacket and set it on the stool beside her as she sat at the kitchen island.

Dan knew what she was getting at but acted like he didn’t. “Yes, that’s true, Jenny came back with me. You’ve guessed it.”

Charlie narrowed her eyes at him before picking a mushroom off her pizza slice and flicking it at him. “Funny. So are you going to make a move or not? You’ve only just been pining after her since Freshman Year. The day you met the love of your life and your best friend.”

“That was a lucky night for both of us.” Dan meant that for more reasons than one.

Charlie looked down at her wrist and the small scar there as she remembered how Dan found her before it got worse. “No argument here.”

Dan could see where her head was going and leaned upon the island before placing his hand over her wrist. “With all the effort you’ve put into keeping me out of your Upper East Side world, why would you try pulling me into it now?”

Charlie accepted his segue and gave his hand a squeeze before taking her wrist back. “I’m not pulling you into that world, Dan. I am merely suggesting that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if my two dearest friends ended up together. And for the record, I seem to recall you thanking me from sparing you attendance to that world.”

Dan knew she had him there. “Fair enough.”

Charlie laughed then turned to the door when it opened and Rufus came in with Jenny – both carrying pizzas.

“Great minds,” Rufus joked as he set the pizzas on the counter. “Does your father know you where you are?” He knew Charlie had a habit of just going off without telling anyone where she was going. Well, anyone but Dan that is.

“My father asking where I was going would mean he cared. And he hasn’t cared in a long time.” Charlie put that topic to an end when she took a bite of pizza and turned to Jenny. “Jenny, darling, could I ask you the biggest of all favors that would result in getting paid with some lovely green paper?”

Jenny knew where this was going and she didn’t mind at all. “You have a design in mind?”

Charlie shook her head as she proceeded to eat her pizza. “You can have full creative control. I’ll cover the fabric and everything else you might need. Just put it on my tab at the shop.”

Jenny accepted the offer with smile. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

“And no rush,” Charlie made sure to add that in. “I don’t need it for a couple months.”

“You were just afraid of forgetting until the last second again so you made sure to ask now?” Dan was prepared this time when Charlie threw another mushroom at him and managed to catch it in his mouth which resulted in amused cheering and laughter from the lot of them.

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The next day at school, Charlie was presented with an invitation to Blair’s ‘Kiss on the Lips’ party. Charlie was about to politely decline, but wasn’t given the chance to say so when Blair said,

“You’ll be there of course. After all, you didn’t show up to brunch yesterday. You owe me, Lottie.”

Charlie could tell by the look on Blair’s face if she didn’t know up then Blair would make her life a living hell. “I’ll be there.”

“That’s my girl,” Blair beamed before walking away.

Charlie rolled her eyes and headed towards the dining hall, only to be met by her brother.

“Charlotte,” was Chuck’s monotone greeting.

“Charles,” she replied in the same manner. Charlie thought that would be it but when Chuck didn’t move, she looked at him in question as to what he wanted. “What is it, Chuck?”

“You disappeared again. Where were you?”

“What do you care?” Charlie shot back. “Seriously, I think this is the most you’ve said to me in months.”

Chuck looked like he was going to say something else but stopped. “You know what, nevermind. Do whatever the hell you want.”

“I intend to.” Charlie stormed off in the opposite direction of the dining hall and went outside. If she stayed within those walls for another second she would have felt like they were closing in on her.

“You okay, Charlie?” Jenny asked as she approached her. “No offense, but you look a little green.”

Charlie put a fake smile on her face as she turned to Jenny. “All good.” She noticed the invitation in Jenny’s hand. “You were invited?”

Jenny held up the invitation with pride. “I did all the calligraphy for the invitations so Blair said I could have one. It’s going to be awesome.” An epic idea came to her mind in that moment. “I’m going to check out some dresses for ideas after school. Want to come with?”

Charlie was still wrapping her head around the fact that Jenny was going to Blair’s party. “You do know that party is going to be nothing but harpies and vultures, right?”

Jenny got a bit defensive at that. “Doesn’t stop you from having an invitation.”

“I’m only going because I don’t want to deal with Blair’s crap if I don’t go.” Charlie didn’t want to argue with Jenny, especially when she could tell Jenny wasn’t going to budge on whether or not she was gonna go. It was only because Charlie knew she’d be there to keep an eye on her, she said, “Sorry. It’s been a long day. I’d love to check out dresses with you.”

Jenny felt better when Charlie said that. “I’ll meet up with you after school. Later!”

Charlie waved as Jenny walked off then looked down at the invitation in her hand with a groan. It had already been a long day and now it was going to turn into an epicly long week since the party wasn’t until Saturday.

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Charlie kept her word and met up with Jenny after school. After getting a couple coffees and something to eat, they headed to store Jenny just had to go to. Charlie already had a dress so there was no point in buying another one, but Jenny kept pestering her to try some on too so she did.

Presently Charlie walked out of the dressing room wearing a two-piece dress. The skirt part went to the floor, and the top was a corset with long sleeves. She stepped in front of the mirrors next to Jenny and laughed, “This looked way better on the rack. I feel like I’m getting ready for a Couture Ren Faire.”

Jenny had to agree with her on that. “No argument here.” She went over to her purse and pulled out her phone. “Time to call in backup.”

Charlie had no idea what Jenny was doing. “Explain.”

“I’m finally understanding why you let me have creative range when it comes to making your dresses. You can’t pick out a dress if your life depended on you. So I am calling in reinforcements.” Jenny beamed when she hit the send button. “Dan should be here soon.”

Charlie was even more confused. “Why on earth would you call Dan?” No offense to her best friend, but that was kinda laughable.

“You need the male perspective. Anything I say will just sound catty.” Jenny went back to the dressing room to try on a couple more things to give herself inspiration of what to make for herself.

“Who are you and what have you done with Jenny?” Charlie called out with no reply and looked at her reflection with a sighed, “I hate when she has a point,” and went off to the dressing room to find something else.

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It wasn’t too long later that Dan showed up, asking, “What’s the emergency?” He didn’t get an answer right off because Charlie walked over wearing a spaghetti strapped flowy red knee length dress. “Whoa. Charlie, you look amazing.” Finally it clicked. “Hold on. Jenny, is this a fashion emergency?”

Jenny replied without hesitation. “You should have seen what she was wearing before you got here. Trust me. It was an emergency.”

“I didn’t know she was texting you until it was too late. And somehow my phone went missing so I couldn’t tell you not to come.” Charlie looked at Jenny with an ‘I know you took it’ expression.

Jenny acted like she had no idea what Charlie was talking about. “What do you mean? It’s right here?” She innocently went to a nearby chair and picked up her phone that she was not about to admit she stuck into the cushion there.

“Well that’s convenient,” Dan pointed out as he took the cellphone from Jenny and returned it to Charlie.

Jenny shrugged with a smile and turned to the mirror. “Since you’re here, what do you think of this one? It costs more than our rent but I think I can sew something like it.”

Charlie linked her hands together and rested them on Dan’s shoulder. “I offered to buy it for her, but your responsible sister pointed out that Rufus wouldn’t be too happy about that.”

Dan turned his head to look at her. “Let me guess, the consolation is any fabric she needs will just go on your tab?”

“Yep,” Jenny answered. “Charlie is sneaky. She tried to pay me twice as much for the dress I’m going to be making for her.”

Charlie held up her hands innocently and backed away before laughing. Her laughter was cut short when she spotted Serena with Dan. “Serena’s here.”

Dan didn’t believe her. “Funny.” It wasn’t until Charlie turned him in Serena’s direction that he took her seriously so he booked it further into the store in order to hide from them.

Charlie pressed her lips together and tried hard not to laugh as she went over to Serena and Eric who were talking to Jenny. “Small world.”

“Hey, Charlie. Wow, you look great in that dress. Are you going to get it?” Serena thought it’d be a big step for her if she did.

Charlie was comfortable wearing it around Dan and Jenny but that comfort was fading away. “It’s a little…exposed. I’ll probably end up wearing my leather jacket with it.”

“You should wear some combat boots with it, too. That’d really get Blair going.” Eric had to give that kind of input.

Charlie’s face brightened up at that. “Eric, you are a genius.” She then laughed at the mortified look on Jenny’s face. “On that note, I better go cash up. Take care, guys. Talk later!” She blew them all a kiss before going to change back into her normal clothes.

On the way to the dressing room, she spotted Dan hiding deep within the clothes and shook her head with a smile because that reaction was just so…Dan.

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Charlie was in her bedroom putting her dress away for the party on Saturday when her father, Bart Bass, entered through the open door.

“I’m surprised to see you home,” was his greeting.

“Surprised you even noticed I haven’t been around.” Charlie pulled her new combat boots from the box and set them next to the bed because she intended on wearing them more often than just for the party.

“I’ve noticed.” Bart took a hesitant step closer. “Despite what you may think I do care about you, Charlotte.”

“Could have fooled me,” Charlie muttered under her breath as she started going through her purse just for something to do.

“I don’t know how to talk to you,” Bart admitted. “Especially after what happened to you.”

Charlie threw her purse on the bed. “Oh, are we talking about that now? Because the last I knew we were just supposed to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I never said that,” Bart replied defensively.

“You didn’t have to. You didn’t want the scandal and we both know it.” Charlie pointed to the door. “Now will you please leave. I’m not comfortable anymore.”

Bart fully intended to revisit their conversation but for now he respected her wishes and left her room.

Charlie closed and locked the door behind him before sliding down to the floor in tears. Every time she felt she was getting better, something happened that just made her think about it all over again.

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Saturday finally arrived and Charlie was getting ready for the Kiss on the Lips party while talking to Dan. “Shut the front door! You two are actually going out?!”

“I think you’re more excited about this than I am,” Dan replied from his end of the line.

“What can I say, you two are my OTP.” Charlie was about to say more but there was a knock at her door. “I gotta go. Have fun tonight. Take care.” After a loud ‘mwah!’ into the cellphone, she ended the call and went to see who was at her bedroom door. To see Chuck standing there was surprising to say the least, especially since he was pretty much living at the Palace now. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought the limo. You coming?” Chuck saw the outfit Charlie was wearing – the red flowy dress, black leather jacket, and black leather combat boots. “That’s what you’re wearing?”

“I’m not going in the limo.” Charlie grabbed her phone and her purse and moved past Chuck to get outside and to her own car that was waiting for her. What was the point of trying to put in an effort to talk to Chuck when he didn’t even try to talk to her after what happened during Freshman year?

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Charlie thought she was going to go insane at the party but Jenny was her salvation. They laughed and danced and it actually made attending bearable.

“I thought you didn’t want your worlds to crossover?” Jenny asked during one of their dances.

“You’re the one who was invited into it. It’s not like I could stop you.” Charlie spun Jenny around and when she moved back she accidentally bumped into someone who spilled their drink all down the front of her dress. This didn’t piss her off or anything, in fact she found it kinda amusing.

“Oh, no, your dress!” Jenny was freaking out. “I don’t know if that’s going to come out.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna head to the ladies room. Hey, if it doesn’t come out it’ll give me an excuse to leave early.” Charlie winked at Jenny before weaving through the crowd to the ladies which of course had an obscenely long line.

Charlie lost track of how long she’d been waiting in line but was about to get into the ladies room when she felt the buzz of her phone in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a text from Jenny that read ‘911 – Chuck’. Reading that text made her blood boil because she knew what Chuck could be like and hated it.

Charlie simmered her temper ling enough to kick herself into gear and start looking for Chuck and Jenny. She didn’t see them around the party and stopped Nate to ask him. “Where’s Chuck?”

“I haven’t seen him for a bit. He’s probably on the roof with his latest girl.” Nate shrugged in a ‘whatever’ fashion and continued on his way.

The roof was a good enough clue as any so she darted up the stairs. On the landing about halfway up to the roof she found Chuck’s scarf so she started taking the steps two at a time.

Charlie burst through the door to the roof and saw Chuck in the distance having Jenny pinned down as he forcibly kissed her. “Get off her!” she screamed as she ran over and shoved Chuck off Jenny.

“What the hell is your problem?” Chuck demanded to know of his sister.

By now Dan and Serena were with them. While Dan dealt with Chuck, Charlie went over to Jenny who was being held by Serena. When Charlie heard Chuck say ‘it’s a party, things happen’, she’d swear she saw red.

Charlie slowly turned around just in time to see Dan punch Chuck but that wasn’t enough. She stormed over to Chuck and shoved him. “How could you do this?!” she shoved him again. “Knowing what happened to me you try to do the same to her?!” Charlie shoved him again. “You are not my brother! I hate you!”

Charlie would have kept shoving him again and again but Dan held her back. She was so consumed with her rage that she didn’t even see the expression on Chuck’s face – an expression that made it clear he had no idea what the hell she was talking about.

Chuck stood there as Charlie went off with Serena and the others. It took him a little time to react to Charlie’s reaction. “What happened?” he called out, but she kept on going. “What happened?!” he shouted, only to get the sound of the roof access door closing in reply.

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End Season 1 Episode 1

#cloaked heart #a gossip girl plot bunny #work in progress #charlotte bass

[chicagocityfclanspromoblog]

Ashley Malone → Olivia Dudley → Warlock

→ Basic Information

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Powers: Animating

Birthday: March 25th

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Religion: Buddhism

Mark: Sookram

Generation: 4th

→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Student (Masters in Psychology) and Part-Time Receptionist

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Drawing and Fashion

Two Dislikes: Losing Control and Aladdin’s Genie

Two Fears: Soullessness and The Council

Two Hobbies: Craftsmanship and Practicing Magic

Three Positive Traits: Knowledgeable, Shy, Powerful

Three Negative Traits: Egotistical, Devious, Indifferent

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

William Malone (Father/Warlock): William comes from a long line of Sookram warlocks. He worked in Beijing before transferring back to New York in an effort to source highly addictive ingredients for a new vape pen.

Leanna Malone nee Weyden (Mother/Witch): Leanna works as a Liaison/Seeker for the New York Council. She was able to see the warning signs of Ashley’s power and got protections for her put in place before anyone else put the pieces together.

Sibling Names:

David Sookram III (Brother): David took on their family name once he turned 18. He followed in their Uncle’s footsteps and fell into the gambling side of the family business. She sees him during the holidays, but he much prefers the Las Vegas strip to anything in Chicago.

Lela Sookram (Sister): Lela took on their family name once she turned 18. She, like their father, works heavily in the smoke shop/potion business. They’ve been developing a type of vape that uses potions to create a high in both supernatural and humans that’ll last for hours. Ashley is more likely to talk to Lela, but she hasn’t put much effort in since halfway through her Bachelors.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

None

Platonic Connections:

Eric Lasiter (Mentor): Ashley is Eric’s newest and youngest mentee. He fought to have her, in order to test the abilities of a creator and animator together. Ashley loves to tutor him in his studies since he has recently returned to university.

Tom Mills (Best Friend): Tom is a cute little human that Ashley shared an elective class with when her freshman year of college. They had a shared project they bonded over. Ashley convinced Tom to stay in Chicago for his Masters degree also instead of moving after they both graduated from the bachelor’s program.

Anya Grace (Best Friend): Ashley and Anya met around the same time as Tom. Their shared Advanced Chemistry together and a strong hatred of their professor. As the years passed, Ashley started to see Anya as a sister. She has met Anya’s entire family and they know Ashley as Anya’s best friend. Ashley’s parents believe she is being reckless but she does not want to eventually lose her friend to old age or end their friendship to keep her away from their world. Ashley does not feed into it being the way of immortals or something she has to get used to.  

Austin Semler (Good Friend): Austin is a nimble that shares most of her classes. She was hesitant of him at first until he became friends with Tom and Anya. That was enough for Ashley to give him a chance. Ashley is glad she has someone in their friend group that she can talk about supernatural things with and can easily cover for one another. He can be a jerk sometimes but at least he knows it.

Chai Gates (Friend): Chai mentees under Eric too. Chai has introduced Ashley to nearly everyone that she ‘needs to know’ in the supernatural community; including taking Ashley to all the supernatural hot spots.

Belle Cunningham (Friend): Belle mentees under Eric too. They are not as close as Chai but they are still close and Ashley considers her a friend.

Nathan Cleirigh (Boss): Eric got Ashley a job with the local supernatural psychiatrist. Nathan has degrees in neuroscience, psychology and pathology. He happily let Ashley intern with him, giving her his human patients and allowing her to work the front desk for extra hours and time. Ashley has learned a lot from Nathan and is pushing to start helping out with Nathan’s supernatural patients.

Talia Cleirigh (Co-Worker): Talia has a branch within Nathan’s practice. She loves how they both are putting their powers to use by helping supernaturals and humans mentally. Ashley loves to pick and prod at Talia’s mind and get her input whenever a research paper is assigned and due.

Sid Velanica (Friendly): Chai introduced Ashley to Sid. Initially, Ashley was unsure what to think about him but he knows how to make her laugh and have a good time.

Skylar Beckham (Friendly): Eric introduced Skylar to their bunch just recently. Skylar is new to the supernatural world and shares Eric’s mark. They are around the same age. Ashley likes her well enough and is willing to teach her the basics.

Hostile Connections:

Casper Colt (Dislike): Ashley knows Casper is a hunter and is from one of the most ruthless families in Chicago. She does not like him hanging around her human friends.

Pets:

None

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Olivia Dudley [1] [2] [3]

#Olivia Dudley #Witches Rp #Warlock rp #Magic RPG #OC RP

[killerxquccn]

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Sarah Reed NICKNAME: Barbie (By peers & more endearingly by Charlie) AGE: 19-20+ (Verse Dependant) BIRTH DATE: July 27th , 1964 ZODIAC: Leo ETHNICITY: White GENDER: Cis Female PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Craven Creek , Washington SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual // Mostly closeted, though she is aware that she feels something towards other girls and will on occasion flirt with them subtly. RELIGION: Not raised religious // No real opinion on religion SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Currently living in a small dorm on campus EDUCATION: High-school graduate // Currently a freshman at university OCCUPATION: Babysitter // Clerk at Craven Creek’s only music shop FACECLAIM: Sydney Sweeny

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Caitlin Reed // Mother Eric Reed // Father. SIBLINGS: Hayden & Levi Reed // Younger brothers NOTABLE CONNECTIONS: Charles 'Charlie’ Ayers // Best Friend @unkindrewind The two are nearly inseparable to the point where they’re been given the nicknames “Barbie and Ken” by their peers due to their popularity and the assumption that they’re dating. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None currently. SEXUAL / DATING HISTORY: Sarah has had many boyfriends in the past, but none that lasted very long. She has a reputation for being flirty and promiscuous, which she sees no problem with. She just wants to have a good time.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: Blue HAIR: Blonde // Long & styled into curls HEIGHT: 5 ‘ 3 ” BODY BUILD: Slim & Athletic NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Well endowed. Heavy Lidded “Bedroom eyes”.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: Not exactly an academic rising star. She can be very dim at times, but what she lacks in traditional intelligence she makes up for in social intelligence. INTERESTS: Cheer // Sarah has been participating in cheerleading since a young age. Music // Sarah spends most of her alone time absorbed in listening to music. Her walkman and headphones are always with her. STRENGTHS: Passionate. Generous. Warm-hearted. Cheerful. Fun. Loyal. Honest. Vivacious. Protective. WEAKNESSES: Arrogant. Stubborn. Self-absorbed. Lazy. Conceited. Dramatic. SOCIAL STANDING: Very popular // Has been since the beginning of middle school and all through high school. SLASHER TROPES: The Cheerleader // Brainless Beauty // First to Die

BIOGRAPHY 

Trigger Warning: Mentions of drug use, torture, gore, and death                                

                                        Beauty Queen. Cheerleader. Life of the Party 

To an outside observer it seems like Sarah Reed could have the moon on a string with just a bat of her lashes and a well placed smile. Most people, however, don't see the meticulous work that goes into maintaining those airs, very much by Sarah’s own design. The veneer of the homecoming queen loses it’s mystique when you know her tricks after all. Craven Creek is a small town, word gets around fast. Perception, not truth, is everything. Which is why no one can know that perfect Sarah Reed is far from what she allows others to believe. Most of Sarah’s life was spent on the outskirts of town, far away from the suburbs where the grass grows high and wild. No shiny family cars parked in neatly paved driveways, instead the land was spotted with rusted out junkers long abandoned to a life of being an eyesore. 

If Eric and Caitlin Reed had once had ambitions beyond their meager small town living they’d long since died out, the only hint of them being the ghost of a glimmer in their eyes long dulled by life. Sarah couldn’t tell you when her parents started to change, maybe perhaps because she was so young or because the shift was so slow. One does not become an addict overnight after all, but the difference was there nonetheless. Over the years her father became too acquainted with the bottle, then pills to ease his bad back. Eventually neither were enough for her mother, turning to the small but insidious drug trade that permeated the poorer neighborhoods. What could have been a meagre, but nice home for the Reed family fell into disrepair as her parents numbed themselves beyond caring. 

Being the oldest responsibility for her younger siblings fell to her when her parents were long past fit to care for them. The young girl was well versed in how to clean house, cook, and care for a screaming toddler well before she was twelve. A responsibility way more than a girl so young should carry, but one she had whether she wanted it or not. Still though, there were bright spots for Sarah. While she wasn’t the most academically gifted, school gave Sarah a chance to be away from home and provided her with her biggest passion: cheer. An athletic and energetic young girl Sarah excelled at cheerleading. 

Sarah’s ascent to queen bee didn’t begin until last year of middle school. Some miracle of bureaucracy sanctioned the redrawing of county lines to allow for Sarah to switch middle schools and attend Carpenter County High School the following year instead of the high school closest to her home. This meant a fresh start with no one from her previous schooling to poison the well for her. A chance to reinvent herself, and so she did. That summer hours were spent at the mirror learning to do her hair and makeup, months of saved babysitting money spent on new clothes. Girly magazine’s became her teacher on how to walk, talk, and flirt. 

The first semester of eighth grade came and so began Sarah’s long con of her new skillfully crafted public persona. Sarah joined the cheer squad, an almost one way ticket to popularity. Boys started to take notice of her, never leaving her wanting for options for dates or excuses to not be at home. But the most important development was meeting Charlie Ayers, the boy who would become her best friend. The two became fast friends, quickly becoming inseparable, to the point where they were given the nicknames Barbie and Ken. Charlie became her rock, the only person she showed her true self to. Not the carefully calculated version of herself she played at being in school, but the real Sarah. Even allowing him into her dilapidated home, something she had never done before or for anyone since. 

Through middle and high school Sarah only grew in popularity. She had her finger on the pulse of the social life of Carpenter County High School. There wasn’t a party she wasn’t invited to or a piece of gossip she didn’t know. Though, as her star was rising in the public eye at school, her home life deteriorated more and more. By senior year, Sarah was at her breaking point at home. The only thing getting her through school was the promise of going to college and living away from her parents. She would have gone to the east coast, put as much distance between them as possible had it not been for one thing… Charlie. She could never bring herself to leave her best friend and in the fall after senior year the pair both began attending SCU: Silas Craven University. 

Poor Sarah had no clue what was in store for her at college. More of the same she assumed: more parties, more boys, more barely passing her classes. Skating through life until graduation when she would eventually have to figure out what to do with her life. But that was years away, and she lived for the present. How could she have ever guessed the threat that lurked in the sleepy little college town? Maybe if she had she would have been more cautious, not left her dorm so late at night. 

She didn’t know how long she was unconscious for, or how she got the throbbing pain in the back of her head. When she came to she was bound to something, cold as the air around her, biting into her skin. There were voices, but she couldn’t tell who. Frantic now she looked arounf wildly, but to no avail. Something was blocking her vision, encompassing her head making it hard to breathe. A bag? She didn’t have long to consider before the pain started. Slicing, tearing her skin. She screamed, cried, begged for whoever was doing this to stop, but there was no mercy that night. 

By the time her abductors were done with her all that was left of Sarah Reed were pretty pieces, all but her head buried by the old sawmill where they murdered her, only a stone’s throw away from her university. Though, this would not be the last that was seen of Sarah. For whatever sick reasoning the killers recorded her torture and subsequent death for posterity. Real genuine horror grafted onto tape to be viewed again and again, packaged up in a blank tape and delivered to the local video rental place for a victim of a different kind to find. 

With the tape slipped into the return box of Flick Picks Video Rentals Sarah’s unfortunate legacy as one of the first victims of the Death Masks was cemented.

#❁ pages; important

[theboyz-engup]

To All The Boyz I’ve Loved Before; Letter One

Summary-

It was wonderful what a few little letters could do; they could make or break a friendship, cause someone to laugh or smile, make someone remember the time of their life or that moment they wanted to forget. Just some words on paper and poof, everyone knew the way your heart beat and workings of your brain. High school really did wonders on you, as did those twelve boys. Maybe they didn’t know it, but they changed your whole life with each smile, each wave, and each word you typed into paper. You made them permanent, and now they had to know why.

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“Hey, rockstar.”

Sangyeon heard his nickname through his headphones, taking one out with a raise of his eyebrows. His father was standing in the doorway with a little smile, a leg crossed over the other.

He held out a little envelope and shook it slightly, beckoning for his son to come forward. “You got this in the mail today.”

Sangyeon closed his mouth only to open it again, saying, “me?”

“No, the ghost you play basketball with.” 

At least he’s in a good mood, Sangyeon thought, a faint smile forming on his lips at the joke. He tossed it as Yeon climbed the few steps to the front door, forcing him to choose between the ball under his arm or the mail. Somehow, he managed to keep both clutched against his body, though he was bent inwards with the ball between his legs and chest while he nearly crumpled the letter. His dad only snickered, shaking his head.

“Do you know who it’s from?” he asked without thought, fixing himself up so the ball was between his calves now and he stood straight. The man in front of him only shrugged, moving to go back inside.

“All I know is that they’ve got one old type writer.”

Sangyeon didn’t bother to ask how he knew, flipping the envelope over to see the ink pressed onto the back of it in perfect script. He always thought typewriter script was pretty, though he couldn’t figure out why. Perhaps it was the idea of old-age nostalgia; or maybe he was just being, what the kids would call, a local.

Sitting down on his steps, keeping the ball somewhat to his left, his fingers worked at the envelope until it opened. There was a letter in there, maybe two pages long but with a few things scratched out. It looked almost like a rough copy of an essay? It was so disorienting but once he read his name on the page, he couldn’t put it down.

To Lee Sangyeon,

So this is kind of ridiculous, isn’t it? A hand written letter is horrible but a typewriter? That seems... worse somehow, like I actively sought out a creative way to message you but that’s not it at all. It’s more like my grandpa gave me a typewriter when I was eleven and it’s been sitting on my desk for a while now. I haven’t used it since- well since he gave it to me.

But here we are. And here’s this message. God you probably don’t even know who I am so I guess we have to start at the beginning.

Early September 2014

You were walking around the building after classes. You didn’t particularly want to go home, not yet at least. You wanted to do something that didn’t make you feel helplessly alone though you couldn’t figure out how. You were a freshman at a new school, miles away from home in some smaller town. You weren’t used to it, being born in a big city. Here, everything was quaint and small and no taller than six stories. Seeing the look on peoples faces when you said you used to live on the eleventh floor was funny, yeah, but it still made you sad. Nobody really knew much about city life and, if they did, they were much older than you and had established new friends.

Realizing it had only been a week or two since the start of school, you weren’t totally upset. You had time; the only problem was you just didn’t know what to do with it. Then, suddenly someone called your name and you turned your head to see a girl from math class waving at you. She smiled brightly, calling you over.

“Do you want to watch the basketball tryouts with me?”

You shoved your fingers through the loops of your backpack, cocking your head to the side as you repeated, “basketball tryouts?”

The girl’s eyes were bright as she nodded, motioning towards the courts outside while saying, “it’s one of our school’s best sports. Usually all the popular people try out and make idiots of themselves, though the good players are also fun to watch. It’s a tryout most people watch- or so my sister says.”

“She goes here?” You followed closely beside her as she walked towards the courts. The girl nodded.

“She’s a junior now, but she’s been checking in on me for most of the beginning of the year.” The girl hid slightly behind her thin, white turtleneck, which contrasted deeply with her skin. You nearly asked where she got the shirt before the girl continued, “do you think she can tell I’m scared? I don’t know anyone who goes to this high school besides her.”

She must’ve seen the confusion on your lips because she quickly added, “we lived on the other side of town and my parents let me finish middle school there.”

“Oh,” you drew out, nodding a bit until you managed, “you know, I think we’re all scared. High school is weird, especially when you just moved and don’t know people.”

She smiled at you before extending her hand. She held a pack of gum in it, sticking out a piece as she said, “I’m Amalia. Do you want some?”

You nodded, almost forgetting to tell her your name as you reached the bleachers outside the courts and took seats. She popped a piece into your hand before popping two in her mouth.

“I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” Amalia beamed, looking away from you to the courts, “any good at math?”

“Absolutely not,” you chuckled. She giggled back, shaking her head.

“Then that’s even more of a reason to be friends. I’ll tutor you.”

“Are you an angel?” you asked, laughter on your lips. She only shrugged, lifting her finger to press it against her lips and whispering ‘shh, don’t tell anyone’.

Very suddenly and all at once, you didn’t feel so alone. There was her and there were the cheers of all the older kids in the higher up bleachers and the sound of basketballs hitting the ground. She filled you in on all the details, pointing out people you might have seen.

“That’s Victoria, she’s the first girl who tried out for the co-ed basketball team,” she explained, gazing at her with awe. You did the same, watching her skillfully weave through people and shoot a three-pointer.

“How was it a co-ed team if there were no girls?”

Amalia snorted, muttering, “you tell me.”

She pointed at a boy wearing a flannel around his waist. “That’s Bae Jacob. He usually doesn’t play sports but it’s the only one he’ll come out of the music room for.” As he took a poor shot, someone behind you still screeched his name. You turned to see a wild eyed boy with lots of soul clapping for him. Someone you’d seen at your local plant shop laughed as he held onto the boy’s arm, begging him to stop.

“And that’s Lee Juyeon.” Amalia pointed at someone who looked more like he was flying than running, taking swift steps and practically swinging under people’s arms. If you knew better, you would say he did basketball on the side and practiced something different regularly. You thought parkour.

“It’s actually dance,” Amalia giggled, shaking her head at you, “you should check out our dance club, they go to competitions and stuff. Have their own name and everything. Their rivals are these kids called Astro from a school some miles east? I think.”

“Oh,” you said for what felt like the millionth time that day until your eyes landed on him and god, there was no mistaking him for anyone.

It feels stupid dumb for me to be saying this but you felt so familiar like you reminded me of Eric of one of my oldest friends. He also plays basketball but not nearly as good as you. He isn’t good at all actually, but he tries. But there you were and you were marvellous. No matter how good I thought everyone else was, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Is that what people call star quality? I don’t know.

After that, Amalia and I spent days coming to your practices. She was interested in basketball so I was able to cover it up well. While Amalia talked about the techniques, I kept my mouth shut about you. I would do my homework and pretend not to care. It was really pathetic dumb actually, I’m sure anyone would’ve guessed it. Especially after the way I made a fool of myself the day you figured out who I was.

Late September 2014 

“Hey!”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. You watched the basketball shoot over the fence and onto the bleachers. You flicked your head down as quick as you could, trying to look oblivious. It was the one day you hadn’t come with Amalia and god, you felt so creepy just watching them practice. People did it all the time but none did it by themselves (or pretended like they weren’t as they stared at their terribly done math homework).

“Could you pass the ball?” Another voice hollered. You knew they didn’t have another one out but you were stuck between pretending like you couldn’t hear it or helping out and tripping on the way there. You debated with yourself for a split second until you placed your notebook to the side and leaned down to grasp the ball. Your hands were shaking and your ming was reeling. Sangyeon had run around the fence already and was standing at the bottom of the bleachers, panting from the heated air.

His blue t-shirt stuck to his collarbone and his hair was pushed out of his forehead. You tried your hardest to ignore the pull in your heart when he motioned for the ball with a smile. Taking a few steps down so you could toss it a closer distance felt like a century. Your legs were jello and it was absolutely nerve-wracking passing the ball to him. He caught it easily, saying a very quick thanks. He nearly turned on his heel to leave but something tugged him forward and he faced you again.

“You know, I’ve seen you here before. Do you play?”

All you could do was shake your head and he gave you a small smile. “They’re having try-outs for the lower grades inter-murals soon. You could do those if you’re interested.”

“I could if I was interested,” you managed, though perhaps it wasn’t the smartest thing to say. Mentally giving yourself a firm slap, you tugged your lips between your teeth. He quirked up an eyebrow at you. 

“You’re not?” He didn’t even wait for you to respond, watching you fold your hands and open your mouth a bit before chuckling and saying, “I see, you’re just here to scope out the guys.”

The joking tone in his voice, however true it was, gave you some confidence. You snorted, pink forming on your cheeks as you muttered, “just one.”

“Come on, Sangyeon!” A younger student in your brother’s grade called, running a hand through his hair while the other waved the older student over. He had no idea who you were talking about, though the way your eyes seemed to linger on the player who called him over probably threw him off track.

Sangyeon simply made a knowing face, rolling the ball over in his hands. He began walking away, kindness written all over his face as he informed, “we’ll be helping run try-outs if you want.”

You didn’t know what kind of upper-year he was but he sure wasn’t a normal one. Talking to you was unnecessarily sweet and you would’ve been fine with the interaction if that’s all it was. In fact, you would’ve looked back on the day through gold film; if only you hadn’t fallen walking back up the metal stairs of the bleachers and popping your shoulder from its socket.

I doubt my identity is any secret to you now- not that I really planned on keeping it a secret but I guess a part of me didn’t want you to know. I’ve thought about this day a lot. I’m sure I passed out from the pain at one point, I’ve never been too good with pain. I heard you helped with calling the ambulance and dialled an emergency contact from the section on my lock screen.

You were so nice and I was so embarrassed. I never wanted to face you again because I just knew what you’d think of me. You’d always see me as that clumsy girl, the one who liked a basketball boy a little too much but you didn’t even know. You had no idea how much I really wanted you to see me, but it was impractical. I’m sorry.

Lifting his head from the letter, Sangyeon very vaguely remembered that day. You were just a freshman who he’d never seen before and he saw the way you watched the games. You never failed to miss a practice or a game before that; but after that, he never saw you again. He turned the the envelope over, looking at your address for a moment. Why now? Four years later, why were you bringing this up now?

The ball he had beside him rolled almost down the stairs and, in time with the wind, he released what was left of the letter to prevent the ball from rolling into the street. The last page drifted away and for a moment, Sangyeon was caught. Did he need to read the rest of it? Did he need to find out what you wanted, why you mentioned this now? He paused, standing up on the stairs and watching the white pages rest on the pavement.

With the next rush of wind, he was on his toes, bouncing to catch the papers and envelope. Somehow, the questions he had were too much for him to ignore.

I saw you one more time after that- okay, technically I saw you around school a lot and my cheeks would turn pink but you wouldn’t know. You were too busy being studying in the library or laughing too hard in the cafeteria. You were never without a basketball. I hope you stay like that.

Early October 2014

Amalia was showing you a video on her small phone screen in the hallways during lunch. You had her headphone stuck in one ear and she had the other. Trying hard to hear the what the video was saying, you cupped a hand over your open ear to block out the noise. It was just some music but there were people dancing and you wanted to hear the beats to really appreciate their talent. Only, there were so many people in the hallway. Why did everyone decide to stand around here when there was literally anywhere else to be?

“Y/n!”

You barely heard the call down the hallway. There it came again though, and once more in a slightly cautious tone. Uncovering your ear, you heard him so close and stopped breathing. Amalia nudged you with her elbow to turn around and slowly, you came face to face with him. Lee Sangyeon.

He smiled, ball under his arm. He held a notebook in his free hand, extending it out to you. “I think you left this in one of your classes.”

Your heart skipped a beat. That was a notebook you reserved for first period English classes, where you usually spaced out and drew little notes in them. Since you found out his name, you’d been doodling little notes with his name in all the alphabets you knew (those turned out to be all the alphabets he knew). You panicked a bit, thanking him and really praying he didn’t see anything.

From the way he was looking at you, you thought you were safe. He only explained how he knew it was you, saying, “I remembered your name from when you fell on the bleachers so I figured I’d take it to you and see how you were doing after you fell.”

“How’d you know where we were?” Amalia asked, being slightly suspicious but with a little hint of a smile on her lips. She was doing it to be cheeky for you, finding out more information on the guy you were fawning over.

He shrugged. “Lucky guess that you’d be around our mid-season’s final game, huh?”

God, he was such a man. The way his eyes glittered had your heart in his hands and you could barely force out words that made sense.

“Who are you playing against?”

“They’re from S.T.A.Y. Academy,” Sangyeon answered so easily. He didn’t know that his words were like butter. You found yourself saying ‘oh’ again, as if you had no other words to say. Amalia was instantly in to cover up how awkward you were.

“I love them! They’ve got such good players,” she gushed, about to open her mouth about how she admired a certain freshman on the team, Seungmin. Sangyeon’s face turned a bit sour, lowering his voice to warn her.

“Don’t say that too loud. The players are friends but most people consider them our biggest rivals.”

It was Amalia’s turn to become awkward. You had to save the day, you and your fingers which worked at twirling the end of your notebook inwards for Yeon never to see your notes with his name in the margins. You hated to admit it but you were a sucker for teenage romance and being caught in one- albeit a one-sided and obviously baseless romance- you couldn’t help but follow the tropes. You had your initials with his last name and replayed every moment you saw him. You really were only fourteen at heart and turning fifteen, one step closer to reality and loves that meant something: that seemed foreign to you.

“T-thank you for the book,” you stuttered and he gave you another smile. It filled his cheeks and eyes, reaching into the warmest parts of his face. Your heart fluttered so senselessly.

“It’s no problem,” he assured you, rolling the ball against his chest lightly before asking, “how’s that arm doing?”

“Better now that it’s back in place.” Something you would’ve said if you were comfortable with him. Something you did say. You were shocked slightly, blinking as Sangyeon chuckled.

“That’s good then. Maybe next year, you’ll try out for the team, yeah?”

Was he trying to build your morale or was he hinting at something else? Amalia only snickered at this, knowing how helpless you were with a ball. If anyone were to try out, it should be her. She wouldn’t dare.You wouldn’t care after this year, you decided. 

You were going to say something, it was on the tip of your tongue, but his name got called down the hallway. Swallowing, you realized how foolish it was to forget where you were and who he was. Captain of the basketball team, captain of your heart for a few months, Lee Sangyeon.

“Stays are pulling in!” Juyeon- at least you thought it was Juyeon- called. The people in the hallways grumbled but there was excitement in the air now. Sangyeon nodded, saying he was coming and turned to you with a grin wider than ever. He was electrifying when he looked like that.

“Gotta go, y/n. Feel better, yeah?” His hand plopped onto your head and ruffled the hair there a little. In most ways, you hated it but it was cute. Amalia deeply inhaled to withhold laughing. You didn’t catch yourself breathing at all. As he dashed down the hallway, pulling away from you, he hollered, “wish me luck!”

As people formed in around him, going to follow and meet the other team and the kids that came along with them, you watched him go. Clutching the notebook close to your chest and dipping your eyes to the ground, you mumbled, “good luck.”

Amalia was the first to scream. “Did you see that? Oh my god! Y/n, I’m-”

Deep down, you wished she would stop.

And that’s that. I won’t make an effort to see you anymore, I know there’s no point. You must know by now that I really do like you; but I want to stop. It’s just a fantasy, you know? Nothing more and nothing less. You’re a senior and I’m a freshman. You have a life and I’m just figuring out how to breathe out of water.

But I want to say thank you and I want to tell you that I’m glad you were the first person I noticed in grade nine. In a way, you gave me Amalia and I don’t know what I’d do without her. Sure, it’s only a few months into freshman year but I feel like we’ll really be friends. And I want to say thank you for the confidence you gave me. I think I might try out next year for the team, even if I won’t make it.

Since you didn’t hear me the first time, I’ll say it again. Good luck! Good luck graduating, yeah? I hope you get into the school you want. I hope you enjoy university and that you keep playing. You never know who you might meet on the court or who’s been spending time after school just to see you play.

From, y/n y/l/n. On October 29th, 2014

Sangyeon paused for a moment, having finished the letter. He chuckled at the date. You wrote this four years ago, why send it out now? It was outdated in every sense. He didn’t even go to university, he got drafted to play in a league- not that you would know that. Though, somehow he found it bittersweet. Part of him really wanted to know: did you try out? Are you and Amalia still friends?

It had been four years. So much can change in four years. Deep down, a part of him told him not to care. You were just 14, you had your whole life ahead of you. He was just a two month step in your road and yet, he wanted to ask you why. Why him out of all people? Was it only him? Why a letter? He didn’t have all of the answers he wanted but he had some. He knew who you were and your old address. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a problem to go and ask you for clarification, see how much you grew, maybe see how you play.

Getting up from his seat on the front porch steps, he dashed down to grab his ball. He’d go after dinner maybe, to see how you were. Swooping it up from the ground, he heard a little hello from across the street. It was Chanhee, coming home from work. They waved at each other. Chanhee’s hair was blonde now. In a way, it suited him.

Sangyeon smiled. Things really do change in four years but, in a way, they also stood the same. The tree on his lawn rustled in the wind and the sun passed. The air he breathed was crisp and clear. Fall would be coming soon. He wondered if there really would be someone waiting to see him play when he got into his uniform. Deep down, he hoped it was true.

a/n: I hope you guys all like this intro piece to my tatbzilb 12 part au! The structure of this chapter is similar to how others will go, more characters will be introduced as we go along. However it will follow the main character, which is the reader, throughout all four years of high school and this was very much a set-up for what’s to come. Thank you for reading! With love, Admin Zea 

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[hiding-under-the-willow]

Slenderverse Highschool AU Character Descriptions

Warning: Real Long Post

(I think I caught all the typos last time I read through this but honestly who knows)

Part 1, because as I have just learned, Tumblr does have a limit on the length of posts.

Slender/The Administrator

• The Principal

• No one remembers what he actually looks like because they're too distracted by the fact that he's wearing a super fancy business suit

• Seriously, what's with the suit?

• Absolutely terrifying without having to say a single word

• Alex Kralie's dad

• Stan Frederick's uncle

• Gives Alex special treatment

• His nickname has been in use so long he doesn't even bother giving out his real name to students any more. There is literally no student in the school outside of his family who knows his real name.

Alex Kralie

Junior

• Has been friends with Jay since 5th grade

• Was a pretty cool person in middle school but became a huge manipulative jerk by high school

• Has a tendency to get in fights with people, only wins about half the time

• Get's away with basically anything because of his dad

• Gets along particularly badly with Patrick, who has threatened to fight him if he ever comes anywhere near Micheal

• Was friends with Brian from childhood through Middle school but is no longer on good terms with him

• Basically hovers over Jay constantly

• Neutral in terms of his feelings on Stan, but treats him better than he does most others since they're family.

• Has probably threatened Alex Koval more than once, definitely meaning he's not on good terms with Jeff

• Wants to be a director, but has trouble working with others since they don't like him much

Jay

Sophomore

• Makes A's and B's

• Basically always hanging around Alex

• Does whatever Alex says

• Low on self confidence

• Used to be good friends with Brian but has grown distant from him because of Brian's bad relationship with Alex

• Wants to be a writer

• Really wants to approach Tim but is too scared of rejection and what Alex might do if he did so

• Lowkey gay for Tim but doesn't realize it

• In search of an after school job

• Major Insomniac

• Kinda paranoid

• Band kid, plays the clarinet

• Enjoys hiking

• Has done a couple of projects with stormy, but never became particularly close with her

Tim

Junior

• Literally just wants high school to be over

• Spent most of his childhood in a psych ward, eventually being diagnosed with schizophrenia, which he now takes meds for

• Only really close to Brian

• Worked on a project with Alex once, it did not go well, they're not on good terms

• Smokes but doesn't want anyone to know

• Works at the gas station down the road from the school

• Thinks Vinnie is alright

• Not on good terms with Noah

• Would probably fight Habit in a Denny's parking lot if given the chance

• Failing more than one class, doesn't exactly care

• Is in theater with Brian, but only really because Brian wanted him to be

• Skips on a regular basis

Brian

Junior

• Theater kid

• Literally constantly on the verge of fighting Alex

• Wants to help Jay get away from Alex but knows that Jay is too far involved with Alex to really help, so has decided to back off

• Bestfriends with Tim

• Get's along well with Jessica

• Kinda worried about Micheal, but doesn't know if it would be the right idea to approach him or not since he seems so jumpy and Patrick is pretty agressive

• Worked on a couple of projects with Noah, still can't quite figure out what's going on with him, but met Milo through him, and they get along well

• Runs an aesthetic poetry blog under the name ToTheArk

Jessica

Senior

• Photographer

• On the school swim team

• Jay's older cousin

• Would literally fist fight Alex if she got the chance

• Good friends with Brian and Steph

• High key worried about Tim, but knows she won't get anywhere by being straight forward about it

• Tries to encourage Michael to get out of his shell a bit

• Not Patrick's favorite person in the world

• Thinks Habit is an overly violent, edge lord wannabe and would probably say that directly to his face if given the chance

• Wary of Stan because of his relation to Alex, but would probably get along well with him if they talked

• Has a girlfriend whose in her first year of college

• Thinks Jeff is pretty cool, but isn't super close to him

• Hangs out in the art room with Steph before school

• Not a huge fan of Eric

• Owns one of the few working brain cells found at the school

_______

Vinnie

Senior

• Goes to the gym with Evan sometimes

• Doesn't really know what he wants to do with his life so he's currently just following after Corenthal by taking psychology classes

• Has known Habit for so long that he isn't scared of him anymore, but fears for others who may be left to deal with Habit alone

• Cares a lot for Evan

• There's some animosity between him and Shaun and Micheal and no one can figure out why

• Best friends with Jeff

• Gets along well enough with Tim when they have class together, but literally can't figure out what's up with him, wishes he would open up more but doesn't have the confidence to try and get him to do so

• Tried to talk to Stan once but caught him in the middle of a paranormal research session and got too freaked out to approach him again

• Was in choir at one point but quit

• Eric makes him uncomfortable

Evan

Junior

• Fitness expert

• Loves hunting

• Works as a trainer at the local gym after school

• Not great in terms of grades, but passing

• In the wrestling club at school

• Best friends with Vinnie and Jeff

• Would like to be closer to Noah but has trouble doing that since Habit and Noah are on such bad terms

• Curious about Micheal and Jay

• Will fight you if you tease him about his height

• Not one to stray away from violence, but doesn't like being associated with it because he doesn't want people to think of him the same way they do Habit

• Punk rock/emo aesthetic

• Gamer, probably plays with Kevin and Noah on the weekends

Habit

Junior

• Evan's twin brother

• Probably a drug dealer

• Has been known to attack kids who mess with him but even the teachers are too scared of him to do anything about it

• Enjoys teasing Noah and Jeff

• Has a collection of knives and other weaponry

• Super over dramatic

• Moves his hands a lot when he talks

• Avoids Alex Kralie

• Big gay

• Feeds stray cats to the point where they follow him around campus

• Skips class and hangs out in the theater

Jeff

Senior

• Really good at math and puzzle solving

• Total book worm

• Takes care of his younger brother, Alex, since their parents are dead

• Good friends with Evan and Vinnie

• Literally can't stand Habit

• Planning for college

• Loved by teachers

• Can almost always be found in the library outside of class

• Would like to be friends with Jay but doesn't want to approach him with Alex Kralie around

Alex Koval

Freshman

• Sticks close to his brother

• Loves his dog, Sparky

• Strugles with mental health in reference to the death of his parents

• Pretty scared of Habit, basically avoids him completely

• Probably doesn't get along well with Alex Kralie

• Very smol, please protect him

• Likes English and writing in general

Damsel/Steph

Sophomore

• Evan's girlfriend

• An artist

• Dislikes the rain, has a fear of drowning

• Wants to go to art school but is being pressed by her parents to pursue something more lucrative

• In medical classes for the above stated reason

• Had some problems with Jeff in the past but has moved on

• Gets along well with Brian and Jessica

• Probably tries to talk to Stan but fails to get him to open up

• Total scene kid

• Friends with Stormy

Dr. Corenthal

Staff

• The school counselor

• Habit, Evan, and Vinnie's adoptive father

• Not exactly on the principles good side, but good enough at his job to keep it

• Has weekly sessions with Milo that Mary doesn't know about

• Tries to talk to Micheal every once in a while but can never get him to talk about his problems

• Has tried to get Tim to come talk to him multiple times but has never successfully brought him into his office to talk

• Helping Jeff plan for college

_______

Noah

Sophomore

• Quiet around people he's not close to

• Has a scar of his left shoulder from a fight he was in with Habit

• Avoids Alex Kralie

• Pretty good friends with Vinnie

• Best friends with Kevin

• Mostly hangs with Kevin and Milo

• Likes old video games

• Would like to hang out more with Evan but doesn't to avoid Habit

• Very confused by Micheal and Patrick

• Judges people he's known for a long time without ever really talking to them

• Not as socially aware as he would like to think he is

Milo

Senior

• Noah's cousin

• Best friends with Kevin

• Literally can't stand his mom

• Can't figure out why Karl hates him but knows it has something to do with his mom

• Camera shy

• Keeps a journal

• Takes art classes but doesn't plan on pursuing it as a career

• Has struggled with on and off Depression as well as anxiety for the majority of his life

• Sleep walks

• On a lot of meds

Kevin

Junior

• Wants to be a game developer

• Hosts a coding club after school on Friday's

• Enjoys memes, probably quotes them a bit too often

• Best friends with Milo and Noah

• Keeps trying to convince Milo to be the artist for his games

• Can't see anything without his glasses

• In orchestra, plays the cello

• Super involved in school activities and organizations

• Tutors kids after school, including Micheal

• Has never met Habit and fully plans on keeping it that way

• Has talked to Jessica once or twice, would like to get to know her more

Mary

PTA Parent

• The overly involved PTA mom

• Very controlling of Milo

• Thinks Noah and Kevin are bad influences on her son

• Probably juggling multiple men at once

Karl

Teacher

• The advanced German teacher

• Very agressive

• Doesn't speak any English

• Tells old war stories

• Will fail you for even the most minor mistakes

• Has a grudge against Milo

• No one knows his full name

#slenderverse #slenderverse au #slenderverse highschool au #character description #long post #lots of text #sorry for how long this is #emh #everymanhybrid #tribetwelve #t12 #marble hornets #mh #to be continued #feel free to ask questions

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Tate Tucker Is Reinvigorating a New Generation of Pop-Rap

Photo: Paris Helena 

Rapper and singer-songwriter Tate Tucker is inspired by the beloved beaches in his hometown of Los Angeles. His music is spirited and whimsical, fueled by the warm Southern California sun. Tucker refuses to conform to one specific genre and his debut EP 2019 Shangri LA is a testament to that unrestrained creativity. 

This latest project contains tracks both retrospective and hypnotic, a calming force for any chaotic surrounding. Tucker commented on what he wants listeners to take away from Shangri LA, sharing, 

“I hope when people put on the EP they can just close their eyes and breathe for a while. I want it to be sort of like a guided meditation, where they can come away calmer and recharged and inspired, with that creative well filled back up again.”

Growing up with musical parents, Tucker was constantly listening to a wide array of records. As a child, Tucker would have intense asthma attacks and his family would play artists like James Taylor and Earth Wind & Fire to calm him down. Music became more than just a part of his childhood; it intertwined with his emotions, becoming personal to him at a very young age. He admits to pulling musical inspiration from everything like, from classical music to Wes Anderson movie scores.

Tucker made his 2019 debut with a beach-centric single titled “Breezy.” The single is full of energetic verses and showcases an effortlessly catchy refrain. With a soulful spirit, the track is yet another lush example of Tucker’s diversity in his artistry and varied approach to sun-soaked hip-hop and pop-rap. Tucker spoke on the inspiration behind “Breezy,”

“I remember Tim [Anderson (Billie Eilish, Banks)] just staring me and saying, ‘Tate, you’re so breezy. You just breeze through life.’—which, to me, is like the biggest compliment ever. It ended up turning into a song about living by the beach, about meditation, about swimming way out past your comfort zone.”

Moving away after graduating high school, Tucker attended Georgetown University, which was nearly completely funded by scholarships, where he planned to pursue a career in politics. However, three days into his freshman year, Tucker was urged to sit in on a sociology of hip-hop class taught by Michael Eric Dyson, an idol of Tucker’s father. Tucker thought he would just quietly observe the class until he was requested to freestyle for a guest lecturer-- Lupe Fiasco. Tucker remembers that life-altering moment,

“I was so nervous and I rapped super-fast, but it was me rapping for my idol – the smartest rapper I’ve ever known. After that everything took a 180, and I never thought about pursuing anything in politics again.”

However, things took a turn for the worst after he returned back to Los Angeles when his father was diagnosed with cancer. Desiring nothing more than to make his father proud, Tucker hustled day and night to create music that he could share with his family. Tucker was able to release his first single “Just Wanna” in 2016 where it charted on Spotify’s Global Viral 50. That was one of the last moments Tucker was able to share with his dad before his passing, making it not only a successful debut single, but a magical time for Tucker and his family. 

After “Just Wanna,” Tucker opened for artists like Big Sean and Post Malone, establishing himself as a determined and promising young rapper. With the combination of an inspiring background, refreshing sound, and overall rousing talent, Tucker might just have what it takes to pioneer a new era of pop-rap. 

Listen to Shangri LA below: 

#tate tucker #new artist discovery #soul #pop #hip hop #rap #shangri la

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what up, i’m julia, i’m 22, from est timezone & i never f*cking learned how to read ! i’m also unoriginal af so that’s my excuse to this shocking start to a shocking intro dkfjdk, i’ll get to writing up an acceptable bio later but i’m really excited to be here & can’t wait to introduce u to my kid ! if anybody wants to plot then just give this a lil like/hit up my IMs or message me on discord so we can figure something out :~)

.*｡･ﾟ☆彡 [ ariana grande, twenty-one, cisfemale, & she/her ] → i just saw [june pugliese] on eastwood’s campus. she has been attending eastwood for [3 years] and is in the [journalism] program. i heard [she] can be [+ easygoing], but also a bit [-impulsive]. when i think of june, i think of [sound of typing, smudged red lipstick, sleepy eyes].

background !

june was born on may 18th, 1997 in calabasas to donna and eric pugliese.

her mother, donna, owns a well know salon and is known for doing some celebrities hair. her father, eric, own a building company that was passed down by his family. her father is the reason that the company is now well known across california

even though they were very busy people, they always made sure their daughter was included in everything they did. 

june is an only child. her parents had a hard time getting pregnant but they luck with june, after they had her they didn’t want anymore because it took so long and they were in love with their little girl

she was brought up in a modest environment. her parents taught her to be polite and kind to everyone despite how wealthy she was growing up

growing up, june was never the popular kid and she didn’t have a big crowd of friends. tbh she only had like 2 close friends growing up! 

but honestly her mother is her bff, they would go shopping, go on vacations together, and just do everything together lmao

in school she was a straight A student up until high school. after graduating she took a year off from school before deciding to go to eastwood!

june thought the whole being away from her family and the few friends she had would be scary but it wasn’t

as soon as june started college she came out of her shell, slowly but surely. she joined the school’s newspaper as well as a sorority. 

before she knew, she was becoming a party girl and more outgoing as well as making tons of friends !

she also lost her virginity in her freshman year.... yeah it was just wild for her lmao

june still does pretty good in school, never getting below a B but she is okay with it.

 when the semester is over and june goes back to her family, she becomes that shy girl again lol. her family has been the one holding her back and she still hasn’t realized it but yahh

basically college brought out the wild side that she has been hiding her whole life and so much can happen with this like im so excited

personality & headcanons

she writes a lot of poems; usually having something to do with the stars or planets or flowers bc those are all her fav things

she is literally the most opportunistic person she will do whatever it takes to get what she wants 

hypersensitive as hell !!

she def puts up a lil bit of a front when it comes to sharing stuff about herself, like her sensitivity & emotions

she likes to think she’s badass as fuck when in reality she’s kind of a loser (who most definitely laughs at her own jokes)

speaking of jokes lbr, she pretty funny and sarcastic so she isn’t the only one laughing

always down to have a good time n go on crazy adventures she loves life n loves to go crazy n she’s super friendly n chill

always thinking, always learning, always caring

v v romantically compulsive !!! it might be a problem !!

she constantly longs for partnership; whether it’s romantic or not

she is a problem-solver, and will spend a lot of time helping others solve problems if needed

while her spirit’s lively, it is also cunning & she often acts without thinking, throwing herself into things

she has a good sense of organization and she loves life and all it has to offer <3

anyways im babbling now so this is all i got

an actual bio will be coming soon !!

#collegeshq:intro #ahhhhhhhhh !!!

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Title: Happiest Season

Year: 2020

Duration: 1h 42m

Rating: 6.7

Genres: Comedy, Drama, Romance

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Summary Happiest Season (2020)

A holiday romantic comedy that captures the range of emotions tied to wanting your family's acceptance, being true to yourself, and trying not to ruin Christmas.

Meeting your girlfriend's family for the first time can be tough. Planning to propose at her family's annual Christmas dinner - until you realize that they don't even know she's gay - is even harder. When Abby (Kristen Stewart) learns that Harper (Mackenzie Davis) has kept their relationship a secret from her family, she begins to question the girlfriend she thought she knew.

Synopsis Happiest Season (2020)

Abby Holland and Harper Caldwell are a couple who have been dating nearly a year. Abby dislikes Christmas since her parents passed away, so Harper spontaneously invites Abby to celebrate the holidays with her family in her hometown. Abby sees this as the perfect opportunity to introduce herself to Harper's parents and propose to her on Christmas morning. However, on their way to the Caldwells' house, Harper reveals she lied to Abby about coming out to her parents; fearing doing so would interfere with her father's campaign for mayor, she doesn't want to come out to her family until after Christmas. She asks Abby to pretend to be her straight roommate for the holiday, to which Abby reluctantly agrees. At the Caldwells' house, Abby meets Harper's father, Ted, her perfectionist mother, Tipper, and her wacky sister, Jane. The family welcomes Abby as Harper's "orphan friend" who has nowhere else to go for Christmas. Abby becomes uncomfortable, especially when she meets Harper's exes, Connor and Riley. During the visit, she begins questioning how much she knows about her girlfriend when she sees Ted and Tipper's high expectations and Harper's competitive relationship with her older sister, Sloane. Ted is trying to impress a possible donor from the city council to contribute to his campaign, which Abby unwillingly jeopardizes when Sloane's children put an unpaid necklace into her bag at the mall. Believing she is a shoplifter, Ted and Tipper think it might be better if they keep Abby away from upcoming social events. From this point, Abby feels even more like an outsider. She also learns from Riley that Harper denied her sexuality ever since she was a high school freshman, which makes Abby worried about the future of their relationship. At the Caldwells' annual Christmas Eve party, Abby, having tired of her current situation, is relieved when her friend John arrives unannounced to pick her up. Harper privately begs Abby to stay and as they are about to kiss, they are caught by Sloane who prepares to expose their relationship to the family. However, it turns out, Sloane has a secret of her own: she and her husband, Eric, are getting a divorce. The sisters get into a public fight, ruining the party. Sloane reveals in front of the guests that Harper is a lesbian, which Harper denies immediately. Heartbroken by this, Abby leaves the house. John follows Abby outside, where the two talk about their stories of coming out to their respective families: Abby's parents were loving and accepting, while John's dad threw him out of the house. John reminds her that coming out can be terrifying for gay people, but has nothing to do with Harper's love for her. After realizing that her fear of rejection caused her to hurt Riley and will cause her to lose Abby, Harper finally tells the truth to her parents, confirming that she is a lesbian. This inspires Sloane to reveal her own secret and even Jane tells her parents how neglected she felt throughout the years. Harper goes after Abby to apologize, confessing that she truly loves her and wants to build a life with her. Touched by her words, Abby forgives her and they share a kiss. Ted apologizes to his daughters for making them feel they always had to be perfect. Then he gets a phone call from the donor he's been trying to impress, who will support him only if Harper stays quiet about her personal life. Ted rejects the offer. The Caldwells then take a family picture, with Abby included this time. One year later, Abby and Harper are now engaged, Jane has become a bestselling author with her fantasy novel, The Shadow Dreamers, and Ted has won the mayoral election. On Christmas Eve, the family goes to the cinema to watch It's a Wonderful Life. As the movie starts, Abby and Harper smile at each other lovingly.

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#Comedy #Drama #Romance

[chicagocityofclans]

Ashley Malone → Olivia Dudley → Warlock

→ Basic Information

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Powers: Animating

Birthday: March 25th

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Religion: Buddhism

Mark: Sookram

Generation: 4th

→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Student (Masters in Psychology) and Part-Time Receptionist

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Drawing and Fashion

Two Dislikes: Losing Control and Aladdin’s Genie

Two Fears: Soullessness and The Council

Two Hobbies: Craftsmanship and Practicing Magic

Three Positive Traits: Knowledgeable, Shy, Powerful

Three Negative Traits: Egotistical, Devious, Indifferent

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

William Malone (Father/Warlock): William comes from a long line of Sookram warlocks. He worked in Beijing before transferring back to New York in an effort to source highly addictive ingredients for a new vape pen.

Leanna Malone nee Weyden (Mother/Witch): Leanna works as a Liaison/Seeker for the New York Council. She was able to see the warning signs of Ashley’s power and got protections for her put in place before anyone else put the pieces together.

Sibling Names:

David Sookram III (Brother): David took on their family name once he turned 18. He followed in their Uncle’s footsteps and fell into the gambling side of the family business. She sees him during the holidays, but he much prefers the Las Vegas strip to anything in Chicago.

Lela Sookram (Sister): Lela took on their family name once she turned 18. She, like their father, works heavily in the smoke shop/potion business. They’ve been developing a type of vape that uses potions to create a high in both supernatural and humans that’ll last for hours. Ashley is more likely to talk to Lela, but she hasn’t put much effort in since halfway through her Bachelors.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

None

Platonic Connections:

Eric Lasiter (Mentor): Ashley is Eric’s newest and youngest mentee. He fought to have her, in order to test the abilities of a creator and animator together. Ashley loves to tutor him in his studies since he has recently returned to university.

Tom Mills (Best Friend): Tom is a cute little human that Ashley shared an elective class with when her freshman year of college. They had a shared project they bonded over. Ashley convinced Tom to stay in Chicago for his Masters degree also instead of moving after they both graduated from the bachelor's program.

Anya Grace (Best Friend): Ashley and Anya met around the same time as Tom. Their shared Advanced Chemistry together and a strong hatred of their professor. As the years passed, Ashley started to see Anya as a sister. She has met Anya's entire family and they know Ashley as Anya’s best friend. Ashley's parents believe she is being reckless but she does not want to eventually lose her friend to old age or end their friendship to keep her away from their world. Ashley does not feed into it being the way of immortals or something she has to get used to.  

Austin Semler (Good Friend): Austin is a nimble that shares most of her classes. She was hesitant of him at first until he became friends with Tom and Anya. That was enough for Ashley to give him a chance. Ashley is glad she has someone in their friend group that she can talk about supernatural things with and can easily cover for one another. He can be a jerk sometimes but at least he knows it.

Chai Gates (Friend): Chai mentees under Eric too. Chai has introduced Ashley to nearly everyone that she ‘needs to know’ in the supernatural community; including taking Ashley to all the supernatural hot spots.

Belle Cunningham (Friend): Belle mentees under Eric too. They are not as close as Chai but they are still close and Ashley considers her a friend.

Nathan Cleirigh (Boss): Eric got Ashley a job with the local supernatural psychiatrist. Nathan has degrees in neuroscience, psychology and pathology. He happily let Ashley intern with him, giving her his human patients and allowing her to work the front desk for extra hours and time. Ashley has learned a lot from Nathan and is pushing to start helping out with Nathan’s supernatural patients.

Talia Cleirigh (Co-Worker): Talia has a branch within Nathan’s practice. She loves how they both are putting their powers to use by helping supernaturals and humans mentally. Ashley loves to pick and prod at Talia’s mind and get her input whenever a research paper is assigned and due.

Sid Velanica (Friendly): Chai introduced Ashley to Sid. Initially, Ashley was unsure what to think about him but he knows how to make her laugh and have a good time.

Skylar Beckham (Friendly): Eric introduced Skylar to their bunch just recently. Skylar is new to the supernatural world and shares Eric’s mark. They are around the same age. Ashley likes her well enough and is willing to teach her the basics.

Hostile Connections:

Casper Colt (Dislike): Ashley knows Casper is a hunter and is from one of the most ruthless families in Chicago. She does not like him hanging around her human friends.

Pets:

None

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→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Olivia Dudley [1] [2] [3]

#Ashley Malone #OF #OFWR #OWR #Open

[planetbkg]

The Moments That Made Us

A/N: Thank you for 400, you guys!!! I hope you can accept this as a token of my appreciation! First writing post as 1781styles!!! Whoooo!!!

 Prompt: “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

 Pairing: Jordan x reader

Tag list: for @burninglaurens and @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens  some of the most loyal Jordan fans I know. And @femilton and @always-blame-jefferson you’re both so amazing.

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You and Jordan had been best friends since he moved from Alabama to Virginia in first grade. You spilled paint all over your new sweater and started crying. Jordan saw how upset you were, so he put a big stripe of red paint on his Spider-Man t-shirt. In that moment, you knew he was going to be your best friend. From there on out you two were inseparable; you did everything together. You went trick or treating together, you two went to prom together—your parents even let you two pick out your first cars together.  

You had been with Jordan through everything—from his iCarly appearance, to his role in Secret Life of the American Teenager, and his roles in Teen Beach Movie and Liv and Maddie. After high school, he headed to LA for his acting career and you went off to the Big Apple to further your education. You visited him whenever you could and vice versa. Even when you two were living in two different time zones, you were still two peas in a pod.

Now, Jordan was back on the east coast, New York, more specifically. He was offered the chance to be John Laurens and Philip Hamilton in the groundbreaking musical “Hamilton.” He was rooming with you and your other roommate Iris until he got an apartment. And in his few weeks of living there, you three were the best of friends.

Monday

When Jordan moved in, you realized that you and Iris passed the Richard Rodgers on your way to work. So you guys started carpooling.

 “Are we going to see the new ‘Warriors of the Underground’ movie on Friday?” Iris asked.

 “Warriors of the Underground” had been you and Jordan’s favorite comic book series since you two were seven. It also happened to be Iris’ favorite.

 “Of course!” you exclaimed. “Wouldn't wanna miss the Nightriders battling with the Daybreakers!”

 “And Adoeette finding out that Chief Ahote is his long lost father,” Jordan chimed in.

 “There's a showing at six and one at nine,” Iris told you two, “which one?”

 “Nine, night showings are the best showings,” you said.

 “And I don't have any night shows that day, so it's perfect,” Jordan said.

 “Great!” Iris smiled and clapped her hands. “It's settled.”

 “This is my stop, see you guys at home,” Jordan said as you pulled in front of the theater.

 “Later,” you smiled.

 “Adios, oh, and don't forget to get some milk on your way home!” Iris shouted after him.

 “Okay, mom!” Jordan shouted back and ran into the theater.

Wednesday

 “How are we gonna tell her?” Iris whispered.

 “I don't know!” Jordan said, letting his voice go slightly above a whisper.

 “We have to tell her, Fisher,” Iris countered.

 “I know, but she'll be so upset with us!” Jordan sighed.

 “I'll be upset with you guys about what?” you asked, walking out of your bedroom.

 They both looked at each other and then down at the ground.

 “You guys!” you whined. “What's up?”

 “We can't go to the movies on Friday!” Iris blurted.

 “What? Why?” you asked.

 “You know Eric from work?” Iris asked. “Well, he asked me out on a date.”

 “Iris, that's great!” you cheered and saw her face contort into a look of confusion. “I know how much you like him. We can always go see it on Saturday.”

 “So, I can go tell him I can go?” she asked.

 “Of course,” you reassured her and rubbed her shoulder.

 Iris scurried off to her room to go call Eric and finalize the date.

 “Well, Fisher, I guess we can just hang out around the house on Friday night,” you shrugged and walked into the kitchen to get something to drink.

 “Yeah, about that,” Jordan said, sucking air through his teeth.

 “What?” you asked, putting the cup up to your mouth.

 “I have a date too,” he admitted and you almost choked on your juice. “with that girl Becky from the ensemble.”

 “I'm sorry, what?” you said.

 “I have a date,” he repeated and it only hurt more.

 “So you're ditching me too?” you asked, anger present in your voice.

 “I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you on Saturday, I promise,” he said and walked over to kiss your forehead.

 “Save that for Becky,” you pouted.

 “Love you,” he chuckled and started to head towards the door.

 “Uh huh,” you rolled your eyes.

To Jordan, you were just mad because he was ditching, but to you it was so much more than that. You realized you were in love with Jordan the night of high school graduation, the same night before he caught his plane to Los Angeles. You realized you didn't want him to be with anyone else the moment he mentioned going on date with someone other than you. Typical you, always realizing things too late.

Friday

 On Friday evening, you were sitting on the couch while your two best friends got ready for their dates. Iris was the first one ready.

 “I'm about to head out, how do I look?” she asked, straightening out her dress.

 “Stunning,” you told her sincerely.

 “I love you,” she sighed and pulled you into a hug.

 “I love you too,” you said and hugged her back.

 “Look at me,” she said once she pulled away from the hug. “Y/N, look at me.”

 You met her eyes and tears started welling in your own.

 “Listen to me,” she told you and cupped your cheeks. “I know you're upset, but what do always tell me?”

 “Everything happens for a reason,”

 “And?”

 “That if two people are meant to be, they'll find their way back to each other,”

 “Exactly!” she smiled.

 “Thank you for always being there for me,” you told her.  

 “Of course,” she said, “I'll see you later.”

 You watched her waltz out the front door. You plopped back down on the couch and flicked through the channels. Jordan walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

 “I'm about to leave,” he told you.

 “Okay,” you deadpanned.

 He scoffed, “Bye, Y/N.”

 He slammed the door behind him and it made you jump. Yes, you were cold to him, but it was the only way you could act without bursting into tears. You decided to get your mind off everything by ordering some food and watching a movie. Everything happens for a reason, and if two people are meant to be, they'll find their way back to each other. You just had to keep telling yourself that.

You slid on your rain boots and your rain coat then headed out the door to go pick up your food. You walked a couple blocks until you were finally at the restaurant. Just as you were about to walk in, a leggy blonde whizzed past you.

 “Rude.” you thought.

 You watched her walk in and over to the booth were your best friend just happened to be sitting.

 “This night just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?” you thought.

 You sighed and walked into the restaurant.

 “Pick up for Y/L/N,” you told the waiter at the front of the restaurant.

 “Coming right up,” he said and walked to the back.

 You looked Becky, or “leggy blonde” as you like to call her, walk over to greet Jordan. He kissed her cheek and suddenly your heart shattered.

Virginia, night of graduation

 “Kiss me,” you begged him, sitting in the treehouse you guys had been meeting in since you two were seven.

 “Y/N, why?” he asked.

 “Because I'm a senior in high school, soon to be a freshman in college, and I still haven't had my first kiss yet!” you blurted.

 “Kissing will make things weird between us,” he told you.

 “It's not like I'm asking you to put a baby in me, Fisher!” you shouted out in frustration. “Just kiss me, please?”

 He leaned in closer and held the back of your neck. His lips were so soft, you felt like you were going to melt into a puddle. In that moment, everything fell into place. In that moment, you knew you were in love with him.

“Ma’am?” the waiter called, pulling you out of your trance.

You wiped your eyes and turned back around.

 “Thank you,” you mumbled, taking the bag out of his hand and slamming the money down on the podium.

 You practically ran out the door and down the street to the nearest gas station. You opened the freezer and pulled out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. The kind you and Jordan had been eating since you were seven. Why must everything you do remind you of him? You paid for the ice cream and walked out of the gas station. You trudged through the pouring rain back to your apartment. You slid off your rain boots once you were inside. You took the food out of the bag then sat down right on the floor and ate. When all else fails, you can always eat your feelings. Or at least suppress them.

Just as you were about to get your ice cream out of the freezer, you heard a knock on the door. You groaned and walked over to open it. You were met with a soaking wet Jordan.

 “Hey,” he said.

 “Hey,” you said dryly and walked back into the kitchen.

 “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” he asked.

 “I'm waiting,” he sang, drumming his fingers on the counter.

 “I'm not feeling well, sorry,” you said impassively.

 “Okay, that sucks, I'm sorry, and now since I know that's bullshit tell me what's really wrong," he demanded.

 Typical Jordan, always able to see right through your facade.

 “I'm just really not feeling well, okay?” you said, irritation arising in your voice.

 “Y/N, I've known you for sixteen years!” Jordan was finally fed up, “I know when you're lying!”

 “I'm just not feeling well,” you said through clenched teeth.

 “Just tell me, Y/N!” he screamed.

 “I don't know, Jordan!” you exclaimed and threw your hands up in the air. “Maybe because I'm in love with you!”

 “W-what?” he sputtered.

 “I know, crazy right?” you chuckled coldly.

 “If it helps, I'm in love with you too,” he said softly.

 “Shut up,” you spat and rolled your eyes. “don't lie to me because you pity me.”

 “I'm not lying to you!” he shouted, “God, Y/N, you're so stubborn sometimes!”

 “So how do I know you're not lying to me?” you asked, tears running down your cheeks and onto your lips.

 “If I'm not in love with you, why did I think of you when I was kissing Becky, hmmm?” he asked rhetorically. “If I'm not in love with you, why did I almost call her Y/N? If I'm not in love with you then why do I always picture my future with you—us—in it; together?”

 And for the first time in awhile, you were speechless. Jordan wasn't one to lie, and he would never toy with your feelings like this. You slammed the spoon in your hand down in the sink and pulled him down to kiss you. Just like you remembered. A passion that was so intense it made your body heat up. Two pairs of soft lips and two bodies pushed together. A closeness you had only felt one other time in your life.

 He pulled away first and stroked your cheek.

 “So what now?” you mumbled.

 “I say,” he began, “we eat this ice cream and we figure this out later.”

 “Sounds good,” you smiled and grabbed two more spoons out of the drawer.

“Jordan,” you looked up at him.

 “Yes?” he said, looking down at you.

 “We have to talk about what just happened,” you said, making the elephant in the room as clear as day.

 “For starters, why didn't you tell me sooner?” he asked.

 “I could ask you the same thing,” you argued playfully.

 “I asked first,” he told you.

 You sighed and sat up, “Friends to lovers is messy. As cute as it sounds, movies and TV shows are known for over romanticizing things. In real life, it almost never works out. I'm scared. What if this ruins our friendship?”

 “Love is never easy,” he told you, “but you can't just give up—we can't just give up because we're scared. We can't ignore what we have. Love is worth fighting for.”

 In that moment, you didn't need to say anything; a simple head nod was enough. Jordan was right: love is worth fighting for, and you'll be damned if you didn't go down trying.

#i'm actually really proud of this #Jordan fisher x reader #jordan fisher fanfic #Jordan fisher imagine #my writing #i wrote my way out #this started out as a silly idea and I ended up finishing it in two hours

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Hazing

Summary: Jack’s history with hazing is not a pleasant one, and he’s not about to continue the tradition at Samwell. The decision has nothing to do with Eric Bittle.

Pairings: pre-Jack/Bitty; Past Kent/Jack

Warnings: flashbacks to Juniors, implied dub-con situation, locker room talk, vague-ish descriptions of aggressive hazing rituals. Longer description in the A/N at the end.

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Now:

It’s the third time they’ve had this discussion and Jack is tired of having to explain himself. Again, he ticks off the points on his fingertips. 

“Underwear stays on. No naked obstacle course. No dare-or-dare.”

Shitty huffs and kicks his legs off the bed in a mock tantrum. “You’re making this really fuckin’ hard, Jackie. At this rate, even the swim team is going to have a more hardcore initiation than us. They do brunch, Zimmermann. BRUNCH. We have a reputation to uphold: Epikegster and Hazeapalooza are the highlights of the fucking year. SMH needs two legs to stand on, Jack. Deux jambes, bro.”

“I don't care about the lacrosse team, or the swim team, or any team except this one, and the men’s hockey team shouldn't be known for hazing.”

“It's not hazing, it's Hazeapalooza, it’s fun.” Shitty furrows his brow. “Wait, wait, wait -- what about the kidnapping? It’s tradition.”

Jack shakes his head. “Not this year. Not with Bittle. Not with his history.” 

Shitty huffs like a bull, but acquiesces. “Yeah, suppose blindfolding Bitty and tossing him into a Uhaul with a bunch of drunk naked bros might be a bit much.”

“We don't want to traumatize him. Any of them.”

“That’s the last fucking thing we need.” Shitty gripes, rubbing a hand over his face. “Alright, I’ve got some ideas, they might be hella-fucking-lame without Lards’ creative input, but something’s better than nothing.”

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Then:

Jack remembers spending the night before his 16th birthday bare-assed at center ice with the rest of the Oceanic rookies. It’s not a pleasant memory by any stretch of the imagination.

Before he left Montreal, his father told him to always expect some kind of hazing ritual with a new team - even winked as he warned him not to drink too much and have fun. Bond with the boys.

Jack remembers wondering what the hell kind of initiations his father went through that he could joke about it after; or if it was just another example of something he couldn’t handle as well as Bad Bob.

Someone pours a bottle of water on him and his feet stick against the ice. They make him drink until he can barely stand. Grab him. Mock him. Scream at him so loud his ears ring.

Logically, Jack knows it’ll end soon, but he’s drunk, he’s tired, and all the wrong receptors are firing in his brain. He needs his medication. He wants to cry. Maybe he does, because someone hurls a slur and Girard brings up that decades old tabloid rumor about Bad Bob cruising gay bars.

When they ask if sucking dick runs in the family, Jack chokes back the urge to vomit. He saw what they made Anders do after he threw-up, Jack’s not about to risk the same torment. 

Then, they turn on Parse, his new billet-mate and almost friend.

Kent, the American who laughs at Jack’s bad jokes and pretends he doesn’t cry at night because he’s homesick. Kent, who is kind, and short, and makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches. Kent, who has freckles on his chest and a little mole on his hip that Jack tries so hard not to peek at when they change after practice. Kent, who might actually like Jack for Jack and who doesn’t deserve any of this.

Jack thinks it’s almost over, pushing two am with practice less than six hours away, but he’s wrong; and like most things in Jack’s life, it gets worse before it gets better.

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They don’t talk about it after, even if the guys dance around the subject with suggestive chirps and pointed looks. They all get to play nice now, because the rookies have earned their stripes, and Jack’s proved he’s worthy of being a part of this team.

If his hands shake a little harder before practice, if he has trouble sleeping and never shows his back to his teammates in the locker room, that’s his business and no one else’s. 

It’s over. He survived.

But Kent…Kent is different now. Quiet. Angry. He sticks to Jack like a shadow. Or maybe Jack is the shadow, he can’t tell anymore and he doesn’t care. They train together, play together, drink together, neither drifting too far out of sight. Even though that night is behind them, even though they’re ‘brothers’, Jack doesn’t trust his teammates, he can’t, but he trusts Kenny, and Kenny trusts him.

Then one night Kent misses curfew, and when he does come home he’s got a black eye and a bloody nose. Julianna fusses over him, threatening to call Coach, but he says it wasn’t a fight; claims he was jumped on the way home. It’s a lie, but Julianna doesn’t want a scene any more than they do, so she drops it.

Later, when Jack asks what really happened, Kent grins toothily, more of a grimace than smile, and pulls a wrinkled polaroid from his pocket. It’s a picture from Initiation, the one where their faces are smushed together in a parody of a kiss. You can’t see the hands forcing them together, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

Kent gives him the photo. 

“You don’t have to pretend to like me anymore, I took care of it. They can’t blackmail you now.”

Instead of validating the statement, Jack moves to the bathroom, collecting the candle lighter and upending the small metal wastebasket. They sit on the porch and burn the photo, together. 

“I’m not pretending to like you,” Jack stumbles, words heavy on his tongue. “I like you. A lot. You’re my best friend.”

Over the tiny, acrid fire, Kent leans in and presses a kiss to Jack’s cheek; off-center and sloppy with his swollen face, but a kiss just the same.

That night Kent scrambles down from the top bunk and slides into bed beside him. Jack doesn’t say a word, just takes Kent’s hand beneath the sheets, links their fingers, and squeezes tight.

If Kent can be brave, Jack can too. 

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Now:

Jack keeps his sunglasses on, a beer in his hand, and every time one of the frogs looks up at him, he offers a slight smile. Reassuring them that they’re safe. There isn’t a terrible surprise coming. This is it. This is all.

The frogs drink. They howl like wolves. They sing off-key and curse and pledge their loyalty to the Gods of Hockey. It’s stupid. Irreverent. Benign.

Fun.

Bittle shakes like a leaf, but it isn’t because he’s scared, he’s just cold; laughing like the rest of them at the spectacle they’re making together.

Just a bunch of ‘schwasted hockey bros chanting ‘G. O. A. T.’ at a cardboard standee of Wayne Gretzky surrounded by flaming pucks.

This is brotherhood.

Later, as Ransom and Holster oversee the frogs attempting to joust with hockey sticks, Shitty slides into Jack from the side, elbowing him playfully.

“And you were worried Bitty couldn’t handle a bit of fun. Bro can already drink Wicks under the table, his blood’s half alcohol, man; half alcohol, half fucking pie-filling. You know little dude would have owned the naked obstacle course.”

Jack’s reply is lost as Bittle lets loose a battle-cry and skates into Davis, knocking them both to the ice in a sprawl of limbs and laughter. Instead, Jack offers up a fist, which is bumped eagerly.

“Jaques Laurent Zimmermann, softest fucking bro at Samwell. Don’t worry, won’t tell anyone your terrible secret.”

“Doesn't hurt anything to retire the old traditions,” Jack says, watching the other frogs congratulate Bittle. “Not if we’re able to start better ones.”

Shitty grins and pulls Jack into a loose headlock. “Whatever, man. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your freshman no-show. I’m coming for you next year.”

Instead of dread, Jack feels…nothing. Indifferent, like the threat has passed. He shakes out of Shitty’s hold and wrestles himself away, surprised at the laugh that escapes him.

“Alright, Shits. I’ll be ready.”

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A/N: So I basically filled my own meta-prompt about Jack/Bitty being afraid of college hazing, and combined it with the  @zimmbonibitty  suggestion that Jack made Bitty’s freshman Hazeapalooza less intimidating to protect him. Went a little nuts with it. Fair warning, there’s some heavy stuff in here, mostly regarding Jack and Kent being hazed in Juniors, including an implied dub-con situation, locker room talk, and descriptions of hazing rituals that I really wish were made up. This is partially inspired by this incident with Manitoba’s Junior’s team, other examples were taken from personal accounts of athletic and frat hazing online, stories from friends of mine, and personal experience.

#check please #zimbits #pimms #jack zimmermann #kent parson #hazing #my stuff #fic #jack/kent #my fic