#cheyohara

[max-cortez]

location — open mic night, deja brew.

character — @cheyohara

Even in a large crowd, it was easy to spot her. She'd given him one of the best nights he'd had since everything had fallen apart in his life and truth be told, he thought about it more often than he should have. It was a good night of innocent verbal jabs and good games of pool. If it weren't for the bar owner calling for the last call, he wasn't sure they ever would have left that place. Like any other one night stand, they'd gone their own way. It'd been months, but he trusted that the one night they'd spent together was enough of a foundation to strike up a conversation once more. "You thinking about getting up there and telling some of those jokes? I know you've got 'em," he teased with a beaming smile as he moved closer to where she stood. "Long time, no see, stranger. You been good?"

[verdadurmaz]

location — the teacher's lounge.

character — @cheyohara

With another anniversary of the bakery's grand opening coming around, the world seemed to be spinning all out of sorts. Due to a setback with the company she ordered supplies from, one week's worth of bakery items had been lost. It left her doors closed for a few short days, meaning that revenue had dipped all the same. It was the kind of conversation she'd wanted to avoid with the investor that had taken a chance on a food truck and the ideas she had for a stand alone storefront. Her coffee had sat atop the wooden table as she poured over numbers. It was all good minus the most recent quarter where she thought sales had prospered. She was just shy of the profit line projected, her stomach turning with fear over the most recent incident that would only further cause numbers to dip. Her saving grace was the grand opening anniversary, a time where many (she hoped) would show up to display support. A manicured hand curled tightly around the cup, though the lift was absentminded and when the brim of glass grazed her lips and the taste of cold bitter coffee landed on her tongue, she pulled back, causing droplets to fall onto the white blouse she'd plucked from her closet hours earlier. "Shit." Eyes fluttered closed in defeat and when they reopened, she spotted a woman she'd thought about far too many times for a stranger. "I know you're good at giving advice when it comes to darts, but any chance you'd know how to get a coffee stain out?"

[atlaswilliams]

location — first annual renaissance faire.

character — @cheyohara

Having never been to a renaissance faire before, he knew little about what to expect, despite having dressed the part for it. The breeze that tickled his exposed chest was welcomed as a smiling Maggie pulled at the necklaces he'd been directed to wear. If it hadn't of been for a friendly face helping him toss something together, he would have lost.

The flower crown atop his blonde daughter's head was all Sage's doing. While she had no interest in parading around the faire itself, she'd gone all out when he mentioned his own interest. "You know, kid, you're stealing my thunder," he teased quietly under his breath as he pressed a kiss to the child's temple. It earned quite the laugh and had triggered a much wider smile on his mouth.

One side step later and his much larger frame was brushing someone in passing. "My bad." He'd barely gotten the half-assed apology out when he recognized the smaller frame he'd backed into. "I'm blaming the kid. She got a little excited over the swords and I was trying to show her a closer look. Not sure if I should be impressed, or scared, but," he trailed off, that smale boyish grin lit up on his features. "Maggie, this is a friend of mine. Can you say Chey?"

Shy as ever, the blonde hid her face in Atlas' neck before shifting around and giving the name her best attempt with the lightest giggle the world had ever heard. "Chey, this is Maggie."

[max-cortez]

@cheyohara

[pennylind]

status / closed @cheyohara

location / skyline shopping center

Penny groaned as she turned the key in the ignition and was greeted with a clicking noise that only meant one thing. Her battery was dead. “Wonderful.” She mumbled to herself, hopping out the front seat to pop open the hood of her truck. The farm girl glanced around the parking lot until her eyes landed on another woman exiting her car. Penny hurried over, throwing a polite wave. “Hi, I don’t mean to trouble you, but my battery is dead and I could really use a jump. I have cables in my truck. I would be very grateful for the help.”

[rachelhargrovearchived]

character: Cheyenne O'Hara @cheyohara

location: End of Summer Bonfire Bash

Moving to grab one of the pokers, excited to roast some marshmallows, she realized just how difficult the task might be considering just how many people had the same idea to have a midnight s'more. Rachel had left her bottle of wine back at her tent since she hadn't felt like lugging it around with her. Looking for an empty spot to stake claim on, she noticed a person leaving a log and walked over that way. "Hey do you mind if I sit here or were you saving it for someone?"

[rcmandaniels-archive]

→ skyline shopping centre. closed for @cheyohara

He hated malls. He hated crowds, and the overpowering smell of the food court, or the fact that people turned into rabid animals when they saw one of those big ‘sale’ signs in a clothing store. Ophelia asked him to come join her once he finished work for the day, because her partner was busy and she was needing the company. Which was probably a fat lie, considering she quickly waltzed off after fifteen minutes, leaving him to his own devices. Not hungry, and not in the mood to mindlessly wander the shops, he approached a bench with a woman sitting on it. Might as well get himself comfortable for a few hours until his sister returned, after all. “Do you mind if I sit? I’ve been ditched for hating malls, apparently. Just me, though. I’m sure my wallet was in her bag.”

[atlaswilliams]

His heart had always been three sizes too big for his already large frame, but he had struggled with showing it for far too long. He blamed his father for never showing him how to love, or his mother for never offering a nurturing hand to him when he could have used it the most. He could blame everything on his parents, but as a grown man well into his thirties, he wouldn't do it.

Excuse making was for children. He could peer back onto his past and have regrets, but moving forward, it was on him to ensure that he did better. Even if it had taken him far too long to figure it out, at least he had.

It made him wonder if Carter could ever do the same.

"No shit?" A round of raspy laughter filled the air, chin tipped upwards, head tilted back as amusement pumped through his veins. "You're so screwed. Better do yourself a solid and get one of those cases that gives you airtag, but I guess that doesn't really help if you can't find your phone?" There were those tags that beeped with the press of a button, but if one lost their keyring, that was no good either.

He ditched the hypothetical thinking in favor of the conversation switch. "Surviving another week does deserve a medal," he countered, though a rush of curiosity washed over him. What had made things so tough? The construction worker peered down at his watch before his gaze swept over to the brunette once more. "Waiting to pick up Maggie in a couple of hours. Didn't wanna sit around the house bored, so I decided to come into town early."

Nodding along to her assumption, he bit back a grin before speaking up. "It was one of the times your brother started some shit. I pulled him out of it and when we were leaving," he trailed off, figuring she could piece together the rest of the story. He had gotten into enough trouble on his own, but with Carter, he'd rarely found himself outside of it.

"I don't know, you tell me? How old do I look? Be generous, you know it's rude to guess high." Some days he felt double his age, others he didn't feel a day over twenty five. At that moment, he felt neither older or younger than he was. All thanks to being stuck on memories that was proof of how much he'd changed over the years.

If there was one thing about Carter, what the man wanted, he'd get. He sounded like the type that wanted to break into Alcatraz, rather than out. "Fence might slow him down a bit. Could have a triggered alarm. It would at least give her a heads up that a storm's comin' her way before he's at the front door." His offer stood regardless of the other's worries. It was risky, and she was right, but he could defend himself and his family, whereas, it sounded like her aunt couldn't do the same. Maybe she couldn't either.

"We'll cross that bridge if we come to it, but I wanna help. I'll handle him if he decides to come knocking, but... I doubt it. He knows I wouldn't be so gentle."

One too many times Chey had seen her eldest brother's charm in action. The man was a master winning friends and influencing people, he read others easily and used those insecurities to his advantage. It was manipulation at it's finest.

Often it was so good that for most of her childhood, the little brunette believed the way she was treated and handled was normal, that she'd earned and deserved it somehow. So, she always tried to be small and quiet, be out of the way as much as possible. Which had proven difficult when friends like Atlas came along in Carter's circle. He always tried to talk to her, joke with her, and in a way— felt like someone's sister.

It was a brutally painful friendship for how desperate she was for someone to notice how much pain she was in. Not just emotionally, sometimes she'd been so bruised and battered it hurt to move around too much. She'd seen it plenty of times in movies or with other girls, when people could see that they'd been crying— Chey was always brushed off.

It was because of Carter, she knew that, but how badly had she wished things had been different.

A small grin formed on her lips, "that's already happened. The phone wasn't in my hand. I didn't have pockets so I quickly stuffed it in my bra and when I couldn't find my phone later, we tore up my friend's apartment and her car until we decided to call it..." A slight roll of her eyes at her self that it had taken that long for them to have gotten to that genius point. "Well, my chest started ringing and I thought my friend was going to kill me when I pulled it out."

"No," Chey's head shook, "no big plans. Just means I made it through another week." These days all she wanted was for the world to swallow her up. Or for her to become one of those statistics of people getting hit by cars when crossing the street. "What about you? What do you do on a Saturday?" If it was something with his kids it could be the slaughter she welcomed yet knew she couldn't take.

With interest, the professor's brow lifted as he left the rest of his story to her imagination. "Please don't tell me you hit your head while making out or something..." A smile slowly formed, it was weak though still visible. "Anyway, definitely sounds like brain damage to me."

It seemed impossible not to roll her eyes in his company, and it also proved to be too difficult to not smile either. At least, a little bit. "You're just about mid-thirties, right?" Truthfully, Chey didn't know what was considered middle aged but it was humorous how sensitive people were to aging. For her, it felt like an accomplishment. "Of course you're still a selfish prick," the brunette jested, her elbow reaching for Atlas again to rib him.

The dark cloud that moved across Atlas face was proof to Chey that he didn't really have a clue what her older brother was up to these days. That he wasn't just another person that turned a blind eye because they figured it wasn't their problem, nor did they want the trouble. It was hard to blame anyone for that but she really wished someone would put Carter in his place.

"Her front screen door was ripped off the hinges and I think he broke a table. I told her I'd try to get a new screen and put it up for her." Mostly the damage was to her aunt's broken heart. "She's still shaken. Worried that he'll come back." Because that's what they did when they found they could get what they wanted. "We talked about fencing her front yard with a locked gate but then we knew he'd just jump over or break it." The defeated feeling in her chest swelled, her childhood was coming back to haunt her and induced anxiety that she didn't need right now troubled Chey.

"I don't want you to bring drama onto yourself, or potentially your family if he comes around your place. I appreciate it, I really do, but you've got yours to look after."

[jacobklee]

— SETTING: providence peak university ; lunch time — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for CHEYENNE O'HARA | ( @cheyohara )

It had been a few weeks since he'd seen her in person. Chit chatting and annoying your little soulsister every day through texts didn't really count, right? The holidays usually kept him pretty busy and now that he had Selvi, Jacob's end of the year seemed to have gotten even busier, but now that it was all in the past, of course he was going to make time for one of his favorite people.

After shooting Chey a text to check where she was, Jacob made his way there and knocked on her door before peeking his head in. "Uh... Excuse me, Mrs. O'Hara but I forgot to turn in my paper. Can I get an extra day to submit it?" With that, he flashed her a smiled and stepped in. "Brought you an extra jacket." He said as he moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her petite frame, then planted a kiss on the side of her head. "How's your stomach doing, kid? Feeling better? I was thinking we could go to the Teacher's Lounge and grab something to eat? On me."

[yasdogan]

closed starter for @cheyohara at skyline shopping center

Yas didn't have any particular plans for what she was looking for at the mall, instead just wandering some of the stores to see what she might find. Stopping in at one of the shops, Yas had tried on a few different outfits and opted against them all, her focus now turned towards finding a cute hat to wear. Picking a rather large one off the rack, Yas placed it atop her head, looking in the mirror nearby to weigh judgment on it. It was much to her surprise that as she turned towards the mirror, a different familiar face popped up beside it. "What do you think, is it too much?" she asked as a greeting, offering a bright smile towards Chey as she struck a pose with the hat.

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

📜𝙰𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚒-𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝙾'𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚊

One month. Less than one more month until Theo's anniversary. No words could express how painful last year was, how hard it been to talk to Ray for the first time in months and see how he was doing. How grateful she'd been to be surrounded by so much love during that time. Yet that didn't leave her feeling anymore prepared for this year. Especially now that she has Rhiannon in her life and how many times she's wished or imagined that Theodora was here to be with her big and little sisters. Especially now knowing that her friend has been through a similar situation, that she's also experienced this horrible heartbreak. It was bittersweet having this knowledge. On one hand, she never would've wished this horrible fate on anyone. On the other, having someone else in her life who knew what it was like and to be able to lean on each other eased things in a way. Even though she wished, more than anything, that Chey never had to go through this like she did. "Alright, babe. I grabbed us some Silk Road tonight and some of Crane Distillery's finest; We deserve some deliciousness." Smiling warmly, she sat down on the couch. Everything already spread out on the coffee table. "How you feeling? Everything good at the uni? I have to admit, I miss our little lunch sessions. Feels weird not getting to see you around."

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 ; 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 || @cheyohara

[max-cortez]

location — chey's and max's place, claret park.

character — @cheyohara

A quiet hum of music flowed through the kitchen and in between the sizzling in the pan and the beeps of the oven alerting him of the timers end, he could make out the lyrics of another Creedence Clearwater Revival favorite. Rather than the usual mug filled to the brim with his favorite amber colored liquid on tap, a water sat near the edge of the counter. "I just have a few more things to finish up. I hope you're hungry," he called out over his kitchen towel draped over his shoulder. Since the news had dropped, every waking second outside of the tattoo shop had been spent at the brunette's side. Happiness flooded his system, followed by the worry and fear of what the future would hold. The tattoo artist used the oven mitt to remove the pan from within the oven's hold and was careful to place it atop the covered counter. "After dinner, I was hoping to talk about something. It's just an idea I had, but I wanted your opinion on it." As the words rolled off his tongue, the male shifted to face the professor, his gaze trailing down her figure before raking upwards just as slowly. A different kind of hunger built in the pit of his stomach, one forged by the desire to eliminate every inch of space between them. A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth and his dark hues told the story of a man who had finally found his place in the world. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

[verdadurmaz]

location — open mic night, deja brew.

character — @cheyohara

"Excuse me, I know this is going to sound totally random, but I noticed you were sitting over there on your own and I was wondering if you'd maybe want some company?" The offer came more so because Ver was lonely herself. What should have been a good night out with her wife was instead being spent all on her own while she wondered what would come from the filming in LA. If it was a repeat of the fate they'd faced years ago, she wasn't sure she'd recover. "I'll even throw in a drink if it helps sweeten the deal? I've got rum in my purse," she added, smile widening as she looked over at the other and waited her response.

[atlaswilliams]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @cheyohara

Having made far too much progress on the six pack he'd brought along, Atlas had resorted to dipping into the boozy wealth of others. One cooler after another, he'd made pleasant conversation until he'd been invited to dip into yet one more. With two beers in hand and a pregnant fiancée somewhere around, he figured it was best to avoid the internal thoughts that were all but screaming double fist. Luckily, the sight of a particular brunette was the only solution he needed. "Just the woman I was looking for," he spewed teasingly, boyish grin wide as he held out the extra bottle for her to take if she wanted. "I come bearing gifts. Well, a gift and it's a pretty damn cold one. Picked it from the bottom of the cooler myself."

[sarayoon]

— SETTING: haunted acres ; oct 27th — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for CHEYENNE O'HARA | ( @cheyohara )

With Hanbin's official birthday behind her Sara felt like she could allow herself to enjoy some grown-up fun at the pumpkin farm while her child remained at home with the nanny. The short-haired brunette held the cup of apple cider tightly in her hands, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she watched the entrance of the so-called haunted mansion.

Her light yellow Converse shoes covered her feet as she rocked back and forth, debating whether or not she should go in. As a lover of true crime, she could see how this could end up badly for her, but at the same time, haunted houses had nothing to do with true crime and everything to do with messing with people's imagination, right?

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the plastic cup in her hands when someone stopped beside her. "Are you thinking about going in?" She asked the other, looking at the beautiful woman she's seen at the pumpkin patch with Max a few days ago. "Need a haunted mansion buddy?"

[atlaswilliams]

The venom and rage laced into every seething word was a bitter blast from the past that he'd never forget. How he'd stood by Carter's side while he wreaked havoc as long and harshly as he had, Atlas would never quite understand, nor would he ever fully forgive himself for. Too many fights had been at the mercy of the much shorter male before him, his ego always getting in the way and leaving a mess to be cleaned up while he foul mouthed prick licked his wounds.

A younger version of himself wouldn't have hesitated to jump into the trap that Carter was so clearly setting. Perhaps it was what he wanted, to push Atlas in the way he knew the eldest Williams sibling could be pushed, but the construction worker didn't even dare to release the breath he'd been holding onto desperately.

Every backhanded comment did caused a spark of emotion to rise, but he gave away nothing. Some dogs were all bark and no bite, but he knew the teenage chaos that had once ran through Carter's veins and how the anger in eyes had always been a sign that nothing good was to follow.

It should have struck a nerve, but the childish comment merely caused an annoyed hum of air to ghost past his lips. Out of every argument they could have, classifying which of them was the real man wasn't one he was willing to submit to. A brow rose and heartbeat doubled in pace as Carter stepped forward, leaving little space between the toes of their boots.

"No one's getting cozy," he scoffed harshly. Were they getting closer? Of course. He'd gone as far as introducing her to his children, a feat that Carter would never touch in a lifetime. "And I don't owe you anything. We're not kids anymore."

He'd stuck by the ticking time bomb too many years to count out of an obligation and desperation to be understood and accepted. No longer did that need exist. "She's been a better friend to me than you ever have." It was matter of fact. The friendship he'd had with Carter, given that he could even call it that, had forged from fucked expectations that no longer stood true.

His hands were shaky at his sides, nerves all twisted and stomach in knots. He didn't have to turn around to hear the emotion laced into the pitch of her voice. All of which Carter had incited.

A growl of frustration rumbled from his throat as he stepped back unsteady on his feet, chest already aching from the firm push, followed by a harsh poke to solidify his anger. "Watch it." It was a warning, one that paired with the angry gaze that Carter would have recognized had his attention not been entirely placed elsewhere.

It took a beat, but everything after happened in a flash. The echoing of her footsteps against the sidewalk hadn't registered until an angry Carter's rage came entirely undone. The two hands that had crashed into Atlas' chest and caused the female to lose her footing, her petite frame being forced to the ground.

Her voice was faint as the pounding of his heart drummed heavily against his temples and every other pulse point in his body. His fingers curled into fists and without a second's thought, he swung on the arrogant man who looked all satisfied and yet not quite satisfied enough with the damage he'd caused. "Come on," he hissed, cheeks flushed with color and hues darkened by his own version of rage. His knuckles ached from the heavy connection to the male's chiseled jaw, but he stepped between Carter and the woman on the ground again, his body a barrier to hers. "You want to pick a fight, then pick one, but not with her."

@cheyohara

Just the sight of her older brother was enough to fill the professor with so much anxiety that she trembled. However, when seeing Carter confront someone that had been becoming her friend and closer to her, then Chey's fight or flight response was sending her to intervene.

It wasn't acceptable for the people she cared about to end up in the eldest O'Hara's warpath. No one deserved the anger and rage that seemed to roll off Carter in pressure wave after pressure wave, and Chey couldn't be witness to her brother putting hands on Atlas. Especially since the podcaster could assume it was because of her.

Amidst the scathing words being thrown back and forth between the two men, Chey's voice cried out— "Carter! Please... stop!"

"Ah, shut up, teacup," Carter spat at her, practically yelling through Atlas as he had done his best to make himself a wall between the siblings. It was a nickname he'd given Chey when she was still in single digits because she was small and fragile. Somehow no one had seen the malice in such a name yet both O'Hara's were trying to find each other's eyes around the overly tall Williams. "The men are talkin' right now. Er, at least one of us is..."

There was something sinister in that statement and the professor was keenly aware that Atlas had picked up on the threat.

"That's right. She's my fuckin' sister. Why the fuck are you gettin' into our family matters?" The older O'Hara challenged and took a menacing step closer, and though quite a bit shorter got in Atlas's face. "Don't worry wolf boy you're gonna remember real quick 'bout bein' a baby. I jus' wanna know why the fuck you lied to me. Why the fuck were you cozy with my sister?"

"What are you talking about?" Chey begged, exasperated. As usual when overwhelmed by Carter's presence her eyes welled with the sting of tears and panic continued to course through her. "He's my friend too, you know?" Her hands flew out, imploring him to understand. There hadn't been many times she and Atlas had actually spent time together and the brunette racked her brain trying to think of a time they would've been seen together.

It made her ache to even have to do such a thing. Or that she'd even have to hide in her own hometown to avoid the wrath of the angriest person she'd ever known.

"I. Said. Shut. Up," Carter threatened, shooting a glare around the friend between them. "I won't fuckin' tell you again." Then, out of nowhere, his hands shoved into Atlas chest one more time and the attention was then redirected back to the tallest one of the three. "The point is that this fucker lied to me," a thick finger jabbed at Atlas, "gettin' in the middle of my family business. Now... what kind of friend is that?"

An expert on the wind up, Chey knew what was coming, especially after Carter had shoved their friend once again. Atlas didn't deserve this and shouldn't have to deal with this. So, the brunette foolishly shifted around Atlas and put her hands up at her older brother— "Stop it! Just stop it!" Never before had she really stood up to Carter, the professor had always too greatly feared the consequences and she had been right to as rage came flying out at her as two solid hands hit her square in the chest and sent her to the ground with her brother yelling how stupid she was.

"Carter," she attempted to hold his attention while stunned as Chey tried to get up. / @atlaswilliams