#rachel's winter sleepover

[crowsoundsonly]

rachel's "i'm on winter break and have time to write" sleepover !!

hi everyone !! i am so excited to actually have time to sit down and write without university looming over me like storm clouds. there won't be a lot of rules, just a lot of fics and fun.

a few things to know:

send requests !!

no limit on asks or prompts requested !! i'm taking requests through jan 31, 2024.

if you have an original idea, send it my way !! it doesn't have to be from the prompt list.

if you want to join, please do !! write something !! tag me !!

i don't write super explicit smut. but i will def write some light smut and kissing and whatnot if requested.

no dub/con, no incest, no ultra-kinky stuff. sorry guys.

people i write for...

bucky barnes

ben barnes characters (the darkling, billy russo, caspian)

loki

will graham (hannibal)

cillian murphy characters (thomas shelby, jonathan crane, robert fischer)

tangerine (bullet train)

bruce wayne

geralt of rivia (the witcher)

prompts:

plot:

1. touch starved 2. hurt/comfort 3. holding onto the other’s shoulders for support 4. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up 5. showing up at each other’s house late at night 6. washing the other’s body 7. kissing their bruises and scars 8. sitting close and knees touching 9. meeting the family 10. teaching the other to… 11. watching the other when they are in their element 12. comfort kisses, goodbye kisses, first kisses, etc. 13. oral fixation 14. hand fetish

quotes:

1. "You know you’re pretty much the worst. In the best way possible." 2. "You smell good." 3. "You said I love you too fast." 4. "You were not supposed to find out about it." 5. "How long has it been since someone touched you like this?" 6. "Even if you don’t feel the same… I just wanted to tell you." 7. "Can you stay with me?"/"Don't go. Please." 8. "I say I’m over it but I still imagine it’s his hands in my hair when I’m alone.” 9. "I'm anything you want me to be." 10. "How can you be so smart, yet so stupid?" 11. "You’re dead to me." 12. "I thought it was just a silly crush, but it turned into more. I’m sorry, I know you don’t feel the same about me." 13. "Why are you staring at me?" 14. "I never thought this would happen." 15. "I am a god." 16. "Where did you go?" 17. "You were in my dream last night." 18. "Please don’t look (at me)…" 19. "I know I should be happy with friendship. So is it wrong of me to not be satisfied?" 20. "Stop worrying." 21. "So you've fantasized about me?" 22. "Why are you unbuttoning your pants?" 23. "You're shivering."

au’s:

1. babysitter 2. soulmates 3. flower/coffee/book shop 4. time travel 5. neighbors 6. coworkers 7. teachers 8. royalty 9. historical 10. fairytale 11. wedding 12. fake dating

happy asking and happy holidays ! - rachel

my masterlist :)

[bradleybeachbabe]

Hey, Rachel!! I hope you are doing well!! Thank you so much for doing this blurb night, you always create something so magical when you do! Could I pretty please have one with - you guessed it - Topper and a Pogue! reader with the prompt "I think the power just went out.” Thank you so much in advance and hope you have an amazing weekend!!

hi! hope you’re doing well too <3 i hope you have an amazing weekend too!!

warnings: not beta read

a/n: bare with me on this, it’s been a long time since i have written anything

you were spending the whole weekend at topper’s house. your boss gave you the weekend off from work, so you thought the perfect way to spend a weekend off from work was by spending time with your boyfriend. you two spent the whole day doing some christmas shopping. you were able to buy a few things for your family for this christma since you have been saving money for christmas presents ever since the beginning of the year.

you and topper were back at his house now. you were now having a quiet night in. you two were in his bed, planning on what to watch tonight.

“do you want to watch a christmas theme movie, or rewatch the vampire diaries?” topper asked as he grabbed the tv remote from his nightstand.

“let’s rewatch the godfather,” you suggested.

“you wanna rewatch the godfather? since when did you watch the godfather?” topper asked you.

“i have been watching that movie for a few years now. plus, i don’t care what you say, that movie is a christmas movie.”

“okay, whatever you say,” topper said.

topper was about to turn on his tv and put the godfather on, but then all of a sudden everything shut off. the lights in his bedroom, the tv, the heater, and anything else that was on in the whole house.

“i think the power just went out, babe,” you informed your boyfriend.

“i think you’re right about that. the generator should be turning on by now,” he said.

topper was right. not even a minute later he said that the generator turned on, and the power was back on.

“see! i told you that the generator would turn on.”

“and you’re right about that, now we can start watching the godfather,” you said.

topper turned on his tv and turned on the godfather, and for the rest of the night, you two watched it and even watched the second one until it was time for bed.

winter theme blurb sleepover

[annab-nana]

“How can you breathe under all those layers?” with rafe cameron

here you go babe :)

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (sweetheart)

❀ masterlist ❀

what started out as putting on some socks and slipping a hoodie on over the long-sleeve shirt you already adorned turned into more layers of clothing and blankets alike. you didn't know why your house had felt so cold, but you'd surmised that there was something wrong with your haphazard heater.

in your near-frozen state, you completely forgot that rafe was coming over.

"sweetheart?" he called into the house when he opened the door so you knew it was him and not some random person walking in.

"in here," you announced right back, the boy following your voice to the living room.

you heard him before you saw him. "why is it so cold in here?" then, he found you on the couch and let out a chuckle. "how can you breathe under all those layers?"

"shut up." it was laced with laughter, not venom. "i think my heater has finally bit the dust."

"well," rafe started before when he leaned over the back of the couch to press a greeting kiss to your lips, "you are always welcome over at casa cameron if you're looking to get out of the cold."

"warmth, time with my favorite guy, and i get to see wheezie too? how could i pass up the offer?" you told him in a light, almost teasing tone. "wanna come help me pack my bag?"

he kissed your lips once more and matched your smile. "i would love nothing more."

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[hesbuckcompton-baby]

In reference to the sleepover weekend ask prompt I will now be fulfilling said prompt!

Fmk from BoB: Lip, Dick, and Lieb

Fmk from MOTA: Bucky, Curtis, Ken

Fmk from TP: Snafu, Hoosier, Ack-Ack

Now what is your favorite head cannon about Rosie? Especially when it comes to Frankie?

I hope you have a great week and you have many fun asks! You’re amazing! ❤️

Thanks Rachel!!

Band of Brothers:

F - Liebgott

M - Lipton

K - Winters (I'M SO SORRY MY KING)

Masters of The Air:

F - Bucky (Would marry but he's too depressed ❤️)

M - Ken

K - Curt

The Pacific

F - Hoosier

M - Ack-Ack

K - Snafu

for my Rosie (and Frankie!) headcanon, he 100% waits around on the runway like a lost puppy until she gives him a kiss for good luck before every flight - since the moment they made their relationship public he's spent all his time making up excuses for PDA because he's obsessedddd. that dude just loves his wife fr

[thelightsandtheroses]

Congrats on your milestone!!!!

❄️ - Books

⛄️ - Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales (Kiss instead of Kill)

Hi Heidi,

Thank you so much for taking part in my follower celebration/sleepover!

❄️ I answered books in general here so I’ve decided to share my top 5 by a genre instead, hope that’s okay. I thought about it and because I always love your fics and the relationships/romance in them, I’ve gone for contemporary romance books so, in no particular order:

Who’s That Girl - Mhairi McFarlane

The Ex Talk - Rachel Lynn Solomon

Red, White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston

Beach Read - Emily Henry

It Felt Like A Kiss - Sarra Manning

⛄️ ooooh, this is so hard. Okay so fuck Javi, marry Frankie and kiss (much better option than kill, thank you!) Joel? This was so hard though …

Lolabee’s Winter Sleepover

[mycupofstars]

For the sleepover weekend thing Pick one: bunny or chicken? the untamed or word of honor? salad or soup? the sea or the mountain? bus or train? yesterday or tomorrow? cate blanchett or rachel weisz? ea nasir or goncharov?

Oooh thank you! These are fantastic!

Bunny or chicken: Bunnies!

The Untamed of Word of Honor: This is a terrible choice to have to make, but ultimately The Untamed wins out for checking more of my personal boxes with Xiyao and with the Twin Jades. God but Xie'er in WoH tho. God damn it. Damn it. I can't go off costumes either bc Lan Xichen and Zhao Jing are also a deadlock. Damn it.

Salad or soup: Salad in spring/summer and soup all fall/winter

Sea or mountains: I live in the Pacific Northwest, we have both at once. But the mountains for sure. You can see what lives in the bottom of mountains.

Bus or train: Train but like. Not the actual sad shit state of my garbage country's trains. What trains COULD be here.

Yesterday or tommorow: Tomorrow

Cate Blanchett or Rachel Weisz: Rachel Weisz no question. No question

Ea-Nasir or Goncharov: Goncharov bc despite it getting overdone v quickly I AM that pretentious film bitch so

[timelesslords]

Can u pls write a percabeth fic where Percy and Rachel are dating and percabeth are best friends and they end up spending the night together and it's been a week and they don't know how to tell Rachel and Rachel being bitter ?? Pls

This was kind of out of my comfort zone in terms of what I usually write lol but I tried my best!! I imagine this as like a mortal college AU :)

send me a prompt!

“Beth, you can’t walk home like this,” Percy said, exasperated.

“I’m fine! I’m hardly even drunk,” Annabeth said, trying (and failing) to quash the butterflies in her stomach when he called her Beth. Percy, having been her best friend for almost a decade, was the only person in the whole world who was allowed to call her that. He only pulled it out in rare situations, and every time he did Annabeth would swear her heart skipped five consecutive beats.

Not that he could ever know that, of course. Now felt like a more precarious situation than most-- she’d come over to his dorm so they could watch a movie together, and had ended up curled up together on his bed around his laptop. In fairness, his dorm was tiny and there was nowhere else to sit besides his bed, but if Annabeth imagined really hard she could pretend that it had all been completely intentional, and he was sitting this close to her because he wanted to.

“Hardly?” Percy asked, raising an eyebrow. And, fine. Annabeth had had… an amount to drink. A non-zero amount, some might say. More than Percy, and she had a way lower tolerance than him. She was buzzed, sure, but not buzzed enough to walk back across campus to her own dorm.

“I’m fine. It’s barely twenty minutes,” Annabeth protested. She started to stand up, but Percy gently tugged her back into the bed. She should have put up more resistance than she did, but, well. Who could blame her.

“It’s also three in the morning and you’re drunk,” Percy said, “Come on, just stay the night.”

“Stay where? Grover’s bed?” Annabeth asked, repressing giggles at the thought. It wasn’t really that funny a thought, but, well, she was tipsy.

Percy’s roommate was gone for the night to visit his girlfriend, leaving his bed empty. Grover was a cool guy, but he also had a weird tendency to leave soda cans just about everywhere, including in his bed.

Percy just rolled his eyes. “No, here.”

It took Annabeth a few seconds to realize exactly what he was saying.

“In your bed?” Annabeth asked, hesitantly.

“We’ve been sitting on it together all night,” Percy pointed out.

“Yeah, but…” Annabeth trailed off.

It was different. She knew it was different. And frankly, any other time she’d be absolutely delighted that Percy was offering that difference, but there was also the issue of Percy’s girlfriend. Percy’s girlfriend, who he’d met their freshman year and hit it off with despite the fact that Annabeth had been in love with him since she knew what love was. Percy’s girlfriend, who was in another dorm on campus not ten minutes away, not here but also not not here.

“But what?” Percy asked. There was the tiniest bit of a smirk on his face, and Annabeth shoved his shoulder, rolling her eyes.

“You know what,” she said. Maybe it came off a little more seriously than she’d meant, but he didn’t seem to care.

“It’s not like we’d be doing anything,” Percy said. Annabeth tried not to feel hurt at how foreign the concept of “doing anything” seemed to him in relation to him and her. But she didn’t have any right to feel any type of way about that, because she and Percy were just friends and Percy had a girlfriend who was not going to be happy about Annabeth spending the night in his bed, regardless of which activities did or did not take place there.

“Yeah, I know, but its just… I don’t know, don’t you think Rachel will be mad?”

“You’re staying here because you need a place to crash. She can’t be mad about that.”

“I’m pretty sure she could find something to be mad about,” Annabeth muttered, mostly to herself. Percy heard her though. They were sitting so close their shoulders were touching, so it would have been a miracle if he didn’t.

“Fine, I’ll sleep on the floor. She can’t be mad about that,” Percy said, actually making to get up like he was about to lie down right there and then. It was Annabeth’s turn to pull him back onto the mattress.

“Don’t be stupid, you’re not sleeping on the floor in your own dorm room,” Annabeth said, “Besides, she’d just say I kicked you off your bed.”

Maybe Annabeth should’ve kept that last bit to herself, but she’d never been very good at hiding her feelings about Rachel. Percy sighed, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it.

“Well I’m not letting you sleep on the floor,” he said stubbornly, despite the fact that Annabeth hadn’t even suggested it. She had to bite back a laugh at the indignant look on his face.

“Percy, I was never going to sleep on your floor. I was going to go home,” she reminded him.

“Well I’m not letting you do that either,” he said, “So I guess you’re stuck in bed with me, unless you want me to spend the night on concrete.”

“You’re so goddamn annoying,” Annabeth grumbled.

“Does that mean you’re staying?” he asked. His expression brightened considerably at the prospect, and Annabeth had to physically force herself to calm her heart rate down.

“Well apparently I don’t have a choice,” Annabeth said, rolling her eyes, praying to every god in the universe that she wasn’t blushing.

“Right,” Percy said, putting on some exaggerated confidence, “Obviously. So am I taking the floor or the bed?”

Annabeth knew he would sleep on the floor in a heartbeat. If she told him that she was uncomfortable being in his bed with him, he would gladly spend the night on cold concrete in the middle of winter in a dorm that had, frankly, terrible heating.

But she wasn’t about to make him do that. And if she was honest with herself, being in bed with him was the opposite of uncomfortable.

“The bed,” she sighed. Percy grinned triumphantly.

“I knew you wouldn’t make me sleep on the floor,” he said, and Annabeth finally let herself laugh.

“Yeah, because I told you so twice.”

“I think it’s because I know you so well, actually,” he said, finally closing his laptop that had been playing the movie earlier, and setting it on his bedside table. They’d turned the lights off earlier, and without the soft glow of the computer screen the only lights in the room were the faint street lights outside.

The bed was just a regular old twin, with not much space for either of them. That was why they were touching so much, Annabeth reminded herself. Just that. No other reason. He just put his arm around her shoulders because it was more comfortable that way, that was all.

It was late, and Annabeth was drunk, so falling asleep was easy. But she’d be lying if she said Percy didn’t help with that too.

***

It’d been a week since Annabeth had spent the night at Percy’s dorm, and they hadn’t talked about it at all.

She’d woken up the next morning completely hungover, and also with her and Percy’s limbs completely tangled together. The bed they’d shared was small, but it wasn’t that small.

Percy, of course, had acted like it was nothing. He’d teased her about her bed head and she’d half-heartedly teased him back about his morning breath, and then she’d packed her stuff from the night before and made her walk of shame back to her dorm. Except it wasn’t even a proper walk of shame, because they hadn’t actually done anything.

He hadn’t brought it up since, like it had been no big deal at all. Annabeth wished she could be so lowkey about it, but it was the only thing she’d been thinking about that entire week.

They’d already planned to meet up at the end of the week again, only this time in a group setting. A group setting meant Rachel was going to be there, and Percy might think their little sleepover hadn’t been a big deal, but Rachel was definitely not going to share that opinion. Annabeth was honestly dreading facing her so much that she considered bailing at least ten times. In the end, she decided that she had to just suck it up— she was going to have to face Rachel at some point, it might as well have been now.

All that to say Annabeth was a little surprised when she showed up at the party, only to find Rachel acting completely normal towards her. She was irritated towards Annabeth, but that wasn’t unusual. Rachel was always irritated towards Annabeth, and Annabeth was always irritated towards Rachel. But Rachel wasn’t pissed at her like Annabeth expected her to be. She wasn’t even not pissed, she was downright cordial.

All it took was one look at Percy for Annabeth to confirm what she already knew. He hadn’t told her.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, grabbing Percy’s arm and pulling him down the hallway. Rachel was going to be pissed at her for that, but Annabeth didn’t care. Percy followed along without complaint, not even bothering to shoot Rachel an apologetic look.

The hallway was empty, or as empty as a hallway at a college party could be. The music was loud enough to cover up their conversation, anyway.

“Did you not tell her?” Annabeth asked, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. Percy immediately looked guilty.

“You don’t know that,” he said, as if everything about both of their demeanors hadn’t given it away instantly.

“Of course I do, she wasn’t absolutely furious with me,” Annabeth hissed. Percy looked, if possible, more guilty than before.

“Okay, fine, I didn’t,” he admitted, “But what’s the big deal? It’s not like we did anything.”

And there it was again, those two little words and the way he said them, as if anything happening between the two of them was an impossibility. It felt like a dagger straight to the heart, but Annabeth ignored it.

“I dunno,” Annabeth said, “I mean if I was your girlfriend, I think I would want to know.”

Percy had choked on his drink halfway through her statement, and was already coughing before she could finish it.

“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked, alarmed. Percy just shook his head.

“Fine,” Percy managed to choke out, “I’m fine.”

“Am I going to have to heimlich you again?”

“Hey, you promised you would never bring that up again,” Percy said, pointing an accusing finger at her as he coughed again, clearing his throat a few times for good measure, “Besides, I don’t think it works for soda.”

“Fair. But don’t change the subject.”

“You changed the subject first,” Percy accused, in a not subtle attempt to change the subject once again.

“Because I thought you were choking, dumbass. You have to tell her.”

“Why?” Percy practically whined.

“Because the fact that you don’t want to means you know she’s going to be mad about it,” Annabeth said.

Percy groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall.

“Why are you so smart?” he asked. It sounded like a complaint, even though she knew he didn’t mean it that way. It sure felt that way, though.

“‘Cause one of us has to be,” Annabeth sighed.

If Annabeth were smarter, she would’ve never agreed to spend the night to begin with. But it was way too late for that now.

They went back and joined the group, but Annabeth knew Rachel was staring (bordering on glaring) at her the entire rest of the night. She couldn’t even really blame her. She was going to be a hell of a lot more mad at Annabeth once she found out the reason Annabeth had pulled Percy away to begin with.

The very next day Annabeth was in her dorm room, trying to finish a project for her architecture class. It was due on Monday, but she’d been so distracted the entire week that she’d barely even made a dent in it at all. It wasn’t coming together the way she wanted to and Annabeth was three seconds away from snapping her pencil in half and throwing the whole draft away. Before she could, there was a sharp knock at the door.

Annabeth glanced down at her phone, but she didn’t see any texts. Maybe it was the RA doing an inspection, or maybe Piper had forgotten her key again.

But when Annabeth opened the door, she found Percy standing in the doorway. He spoke before Annabeth could even open her mouth.

“So, I told her,” Percy said, with absolutely no context. He knew she didn’t need it. Annabeth found herself gripping the door so tightly she thought her fingers might break.

“You did? What happened?” Annabeth asked, trying not to sound frantic. Why was he here? Why didn’t he just call her? What if Rachel had made him swear to never talk to her again and he was just here to say goodb--

“She asked me to tell her with 100% certainty that I didn’t have feelings for you,” Percy said, impossibly calm.

If Rachel had asked him that, why was he standing in Annabeth’s doorway?

“And?” Annabeth said, voice small. Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest, but Percy just shrugged.

“And, I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t?” Annabeth repeated, just to make sure she had heard him correctly.

“Nope,” he said, easily, too easily, “To be honest, I couldn’t even give her like, 1% certainty, but that would’ve felt a little rude to say.”

“So…” Annabeth trailed off. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. It didn’t make sense in her brain. Percy had feelings for her. And he’d broken up with Rachel, which meant— which meant—

“I think now is the part where you tell me if you like me back,” Percy said, interrupting her thoughts. He was smiling though, like he already knew the answer.

Annabeth did not currently have the mental wherewithal to form words. Thankfully her feet did the thinking for her, closing the already small distance between them and kissing him like she’d wanted to do for years.

“So I take it that’s a yes?” he said with a grin, when they finally broke apart. Annabeth was pleased to see he was a little breathless, at least.

“Shut up,” she laughed.

“Gladly,” he said, leaning down to kiss her again.

[musingsofvenus]

What would it be like if Bella and Jacob had kids

*rolls up sleeves* alright here we go

Jacob opens an autoshop and Bella works as a journalist for a newspaper and runs an advice column under a pen name. Jacob has a side gig selling woodwork crafts and Bella is working on a romance novel

Bella moves in with Jake and Billy for their first baby, a son they name Jacob Ephraim (AKA Junior)

Charlie is jealous Billy gets the most time with his grandkid, but he visits nearly everyday. He and Billy are SOUPED about their grandson

Junior is the spitting image of Jacob, including that sunshine smile, but he has Bella’s curl pattern and her chocolate eyes

Bella LOVES him, maybe more than Jacob hahahaha

Junior also inherited Bella’s clumsiness

Jacob lets Junior ride on his shoulders and Bella freaks out about it every time

Rebecca FINALLY comes home to visit from Hawaii to see her new nephew and promises to come back at least once a year. She frequently sends gifts and Bella makes the kids call their Aunt Becks to say thank you every time

Bella remembered how much she wished she wasn't an only child when she was a kid, so they decide to try for a second baby to give Junior a sibling

Their second kid is a girl born a year after Junior, and they name her Sarah after Jake's late mother. Billy cries over it

Sarah is another spitting image of Jacob, who is really the spitting image of his own mother. She inherits Bella’s outrageous blush. Billy is absolutely smitten and calls her "the prettiest girl"

After their second baby, Bella and Jacob decide to get a bigger place so everyone is more comfortable, including Billy

The pack all fight over who gets to babysit next and who's the best uncle (Sarah prefers Embry and Junior prefers Seth, but they never say that out loud to avoid chaos)

Rachel (also known as Aunt Ray) is a fun aunt with lots of cool devices for the kids to play with, but Leah reigns as the bestest, coolest aunt that ever lived. Sarah and Junior call her Auntie Lee and she melts every time she sees them

Bella wants to cap their kids at two only, but fate has other plans! When Junior and Sarah are 9 and 8 (respectively), Bella finds out she's pregnant with an oopsie baby

The oopsie baby turns out to be twins, which run in the Black family. Jacob is really smug about it

The twins are fraternal, one boy and one girl. Christopher is another clone of Jacob with a lighter skin tone. But Daisy? She is the exact image of Bella but with black hair

Jacob calls Daisy "his little Bella" or "baby Bells"

Junior and Sarah both think babies are icky and too loud, so they beg Grandpa Charlie to let them sleepover to escape the noise. He LOVES it and always looks smug around Billy when he picks them up for the weekend

When they save up enough money, Jacob and Bella and the kids take a trip to Hawaii to visit Rebecca for the winter holidays

[talianewman]

Name: Talia ‘Lia’ Newman Age: 26 // D.O.B. February 24 Gender & pronouns: Cis woman / she/her Sign: spicy Pisces (thank u olivia rodrigo)  Height: 5′5 Hair: brunette From: Long Branch, New Jersey Time in Bradford Springs: 4 months Neighborhood: Downtown Occupation: Filmmaker / server at local sports bar Siblings: Only child (but has an Emmy Rossum cousin who is a badass and people mistake them for sisters so growing up wasn’t lonely) FC: Rachel Sennott

Talia moved to Bradford Springs in July. She left her life in New Jersey on a complete whim, broke up with her boyfriend of 3 years and has come here in search of something. 

No, she doesn’t know what that is.

Currently lives in an apartment Downtown with 1 or 2 roommates ( MSG IF YOU WANNA BE HER ROOMIE )

Filmmaker with big dreams and a big heart. Is awkward af about it though, will say she makes “corny shorts” if you ask what she does. 

Her filmmaker heroes are Robert Altman, Vera Chytilova, Wong Kar-wai and Andrzej Żuławski. Hates Greta Gerwig films.

Former hyperactive theater kid. Has been in everything from Little Shop of Horrors to Shakespeare. 

Bradford Springs has held a lot of nostalgia as her family spent winters here on the slopes.

Chronic overspender. Cannot manage her money to save her life and always begging her dad to send more $. 

Not a big outdoor person. Will spend the entire day holed up in her room watching 90 Day Fiancé if it’s her day off. 

BIG talker. Big fan of rambling. Last girl to fall asleep at the sleepover energy. 

Possible Connections 

Literally any. Just IM me <3

Roommates

People she knows from NJ

College buddies 

Someone she’s served at the Sports Bar (and something happened?)

Someone she worked with at her summer job (TBD but it was in tourism/travel)

Locals she’s gotten to know from visiting the ski resort over the years

Recent hookups/ONS/awkward tinder or Bumble (mis)matches

any and all friends/drinking buddies — girl is new in town and appreciates the company!!

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More info here. 

[bradleybeachbabe]

winter/christmas blurb sleepover!!

hi everyone <3 i have decided to do a winter/christmas themed blurb sleepover! i did one last year, so i wanted to do one for this year! also i know i tend to lots of blurb nights, but i just love doing them :)

rules/information:

as long as this post is pinned, you are welcome to send requests but as soon as it is unpinned, please refrain from sending more

please send all of the requests to my ask box

if you don’t want to use a prompt from below, you can always send in your own concept/scenario. i’m totally okay with that!

prompt lists:

list a

list b

list c

list d

list e

list f

characters who i’m taking requests for my blurb night/sleepover:

evan ‘buck’ buckley

edmundo ‘eddie’ diaz

cowboy!eddie diaz

rafe cameron

topper thornton

tim bradford

rip wheeler

kayce dutton

jake ‘hangman’ seresin

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace

kiara carrera

sarah cameron

tagging some lovely moots to start off this blurb night!! @sarahsmi13s @auroralightsthesky @spnshortcake @annab-nana @lovinglyeternal @lavenderbradshaw @mamachasesmayhem @katsu28 @fiction-is-life @goldenroutledge @bobby-r2d2-floyd @hangmansgbaby @desert-fern @startrekfangirl2233 @teacupsandtopgun @horseshoegirl @sebsxphia @callmemana

[annab-nana]

hi anna! could i get owning a journal and filling it with your favourite moments of the season so you won't forget about them because they will become moments from your past one day so they are important with topper. please and thank you! also i hope you’re doing well. mwah!!🤍🤍

this sounds so frickin' cute rachel!! i'm so excited to write this :)))

warnings: not proofread, mom!reader and dad!topper

❀ masterlist ❀

"mommy, what's this?" taylor inquired, a cute curious look on her face as she presented the book to you. at first, you were confused, but then you realized what it was when you brushed your hand over the cover to rid it of some of the dust it had collected.

"oh, this is a journal i made the winter i met your daddy. why don't you go get him and we can look through it together, yeah?" you asked your daughter who was more than happy to fetch her father. once she was gone, you looked back down to the book and felt a warmth swirl within you at the memories flooding your brain.

when you opened it, your eyes first landed on the polaroid picture of you and sarah standing in front of the fountain on campus and the one right behind it of you both with the outer banks sign in the background.

december 11th

there was a lot of driving done today, but i am so excited to see how christmas is done in north carolina and to spend winter break down here. sarah has told me so much about the outer banks and her friends and family here. i haven't got to meet many people but it's nice to put some faces to the names i've heard her say repeatedly. wheezie is my favorite of her family members so far. i can tell ward's personality is all for show and rose seems to follow his lead. rafe's a little standoffish, but his friend seems nice. it doesn't hurt that he's cute too.

"tay says there's a super duper important book that we're gonna read together," topper says, pulling you from your reading. he sits down beside you before hoisting the small girl up into his lap. "what's this?"

you never shared these in depth with topper. you thought they were kind of cringey to have someone else read, but he did know you used to journal a lot in high school and college. you felt like if you were going to share one, it'd be this one.

"the journal from the winter we met." topper visibly lit up at that and leaned closer to get a better look. you held up the pictures for taylor and him both to see. "you know who that is, don't you, tay?"

she moved a smidge to get ever so slightly closer before her features morphed into excited recognition. "aunt sarah and mommy!"

"is our first kiss in here?" topper whispered to you. taylor was in the mommy-and-daddy-kissing-is-gross stage, so whispering was his attempt to talk to you and only you.

"oh, kelce's christmas party? yeah, i wrote about that," you answered while flipping to the pages on that night. another pair of pictures sat between those pages.

"aunt kie and uncle pope," taylor stated when she spotted the image of you, kiara, pope, and sarah and made grabby hands for it which you offered to her shortly.

"sarah took this one," you shared while holding up the photo of you and topper. your eyes were nearly shut due to your wide smile while topper held you to him with an arm around your waist. he too wore a giant grin, but his eyes were settled on you.

"you look pretty, mommy," taylor told you when she switched out the picture she held for the one you had.

"yeah," topper agreed while gazing into your eyes, just as much in love with you now as he was then, "she always looks pretty."

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[amintyworld]

LITTOH Chapter 4: At the Midnight Hour

A/N: Guess who’s back! It’s me again with another long awaited update! Sorry for the wait I had exams. Anyway, hope you enjoying this AU as much as I am, and I hope you enjoy the chapter! -Minty

Summary: Remus tries to push the two lovebirds together, Roman reveals more of his past and his pain to Virgil, Patton finally gets Logan to rest.

TW: Cursing, parental abandonment, sleep deprivation, medication. (Let me know if I missed any!)

Masterlist 

Virgil closed his eyes, the loud music drowning out everything - the fear, the hope, the risks. It made his head spin. He just needed a moment to just be Virgil. No parasites, no death looming over him, no confusing feelings.

Virgil rested his eyes as he lay in his bed, an IV in his arm. He sighed, feeling content.

New meds. They always had new meds. It was like a constant stream of numbness washing over him.

He curled in tighter on himself, the warmth soothing as he drifted to sleep, music blasting in his ears.

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Roman smiled at his brother, his breathing tube stinging his nose slightly as chemo drifted into his lungs. “You’re really persistent today, aren’t you?”

“But the roof-”

“We’re just friends, Remus.” Roman said. “Besides, I barely know him.”

“That’s it! Maybe you guys could be alone together under the moonlight-” Remus said, slightly distracted, ideas bouncing around his head.

“Reeemuuss…” Roman whined slightly. “I am not going on a date with him!”

Remus waved his hand in a circle as he spoke. “It wouldn’t be a date, per say…”

“Still.” Roman said. “You know how I get on dates - Rachel Victoria?”

“That was a girl - you hadn’t realized your gayness yet…” Remus brushed off.

“Greg Folly?” Roman said, eyebrows up in an accusing tone.

“Please, any date involving the woods was bound to go wrong-”

Roman sat up and crossed his arms. “Evett Brown? Brad David? Nick Blue?”

“Okay, okay! I get it! You’re a mess on dates!” Remus said, giggling. Remus looked to his brother. “How is everything, by the way?”

“In the past week? I mean, pretty okay-” Roman said. “Is...um… is Dad… going to come anytime soon?”

Remus shook his head no. “Sorry, Ro Bro. That old fart can't get away from his office even for a moment, not since you left, at least."

Roman tried to avoid his brother's eyes to somewhat hide the disappointment, or maybe even the sadness behind his own. "O-oh."

Remus looked right through his brother's facade in a moment's notice. "Hey…" Remus's voice seemed warm, almost comforting.

"It's okay, Remus." Roman's voice that had seemed so full of emotion turned dull. "I'm fine."

"Roman, look… Dad's just-" Remus stumbled, trying to find the right words. Roman just looked toward the window as he wrapped his arms around himself in comfort.

"Visiting hours are almost over. I, um, wouldn't want you to be stuck in evening traffic."

"Roman..?" Remus asked, worry and concern that he often didn't show coming through in his voice.

Roman turned, forcing a small smile. "I'll be fine, Remus. I promise."

Remus gave him a concerning look for a moment before grabbing his bag and putting on his coat. His voice still shouted concern "You call me if you need me, alright? My phone's always on."

"Yes, Remus," Roman said, giving a smirk. "You worry too much, Rem."

"Well, I'm your brother, Roman," Remus said, leaning against the doorframe. "That's kind of my job, you know."

"I know. Be safe, alright?"

"I will."

With a click, the door shut, and the struggle to keep his smile vanished as Roman looked toward the window in his room. He couldn't help but think how stupid it was to believe his father would visit.

He never seemed to care too much about him or Remus. Who would have thought that the old brute would change his mind now?

Roman sighed. He shifted, turning toward the sunset setting in his bedroom window, looking as the sun sank below the horizon.

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Patton bundled up tighter, the snowfall is getting heavier as he looked out the window. It would be only a few weeks before schools broke for winter break, then the holidays would come like a flash - Christmas.

Patton sighed, getting up from his desk at the Nurse’s Station. It was pretty much empty - all the other nurses had gone home at this point. He needed to look over a few extra files - a few patients were going into surgery tomorrow, and one was getting dispatched.

He couldn't wait to get home and get some sleep for the following day. His body practically begged for rest. Just as he was heading for the door, however, a bright light caught his eye from the main unit offices.

Everyone else should be home, and the night shift interns Emile and Remy wouldn't be here for at least another hour. Those two were shocked and eager to help when Patton had explained the temporary position. They were the most promising interns, after all - if there were any emergency, they knew the protocols by heart.

So… who the heck could be up at this hour?

Patton walked closer toward the buttery light, creaking the door open slowly to reveal… was that… Logan?!

Oh, jeez…

Logan was slumped over his desk, dark circles under his eyes, passed out, face smushed on what looked like meeting notes and file paperwork.

His hair was a huge mess, and his glasses askew. This threw Patton for a loop. He knew his best friend better than anyone else in the world, and Logan would NEVER in a million years, be this messy.

He approached cautiously, mentally preparing himself for his sleep-deprived friend. Logan hated being disturbed and often snapped when he lacked sleep.

He nudged his friend slightly. "Lo-"

"I'm aquake! I mean, awake!" Logan jolted, sitting up in his chair, a pen stuck to his cheek. "Patton, what are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting with Ryne-"

"Logan. It's ten at night. The meeting was at noon." Patton said. "How long have you-"

"Not long, Patton! I promise! I just had some paperwork, and uh, dozed off I guess…" Logan said, turning to notice his friend's expression. "No need to worry. I am fine."

"Logan, please." Patton said, grabbing Logan's hand, his face flushed a little as he looked to his best friend. "Just… just take a break, Lolo."

Logan giggled. "Nicknames, Patton? Seriously?"

Logan looked over his unfinished work with stubborn pride, then to Patton. He could only describe a sort of safe and secure feeling with Patton, like a warm blanket or a firm hug. The feeling was new, but… it was a feeling Logan yearned to feel all the time.

Besides, the paperwork could be finished tomorrow, right?

"Fine. I'll go home."

"In your condition? No way. Logan, that's a three-hour drive!" Patton interjected. "Come on, my house is closer."

Logan's eyebrows furrowed, thinking over and over as he always did. "Patton, I wouldn't want to intrude-"

Patton rolled his eyes, their hands still clasped together. "Psh, come on, Lolo! You're my friend. Plus, it'll be just like a sleepover!"

“Patton-”

“Come on, Lo!”

Logan didn’t even have a chance to argue before Patton was dragging him out to his car, giggling and smiling. Patton was tough and stubborn alright - he had a way of getting Logan to give in with his consistent persistence… or, Logan thought, it could have something to do with the warm and uneasy feeling in his stomach that seemed all too sickeningly sweet.

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“Virgil? Psst, Virgil!”

Virgil grimaced, turning over before slowly awakening, opening his eyes to the darkness. He checked his phone, groaning at the bright light.

1am.

Suddenly, his senses snapped into focus at the voice, that was almost a harsh whisper. “Virgil, are you awake?”

“Princey…?” He whispered to himself, turning to face the bland beige wall behind his bed. What was keeping him up? And, better yet, why was he calling for him, out of everyone? “Well,” Virgil yawned, sitting up on his bed with his back against the wall. “I am now. What’s up? Decided to abandon beauty sleep?”

“Not, eh, exactly. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Jeez, couldn’t tell.” Virgil smiled, laughing a little bit. “But seriously… what’s, um…  what’s  wrong?” Virgil wasn’t really good with emotions, but, well, he was willing to try.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just… wanted your company?”

“Heh. You flatter me, Princey, but I know a lie when I hear one. Try again.”

Virgil heard a sigh from the other side of the door. “My, uh, brother came to visit today.”

“You have a brother?” Virgil asked, pretty much wide awake and pulling his knees to his chest for warmth.

“Twin, actually,” Roman said. “His name’s Remus. You probably haven’t seen him - you have treatment during visiting hours.”

“Oh.”

“We’ve been inseparable since forever - Me… Remus… and, uh… my Dad…” Roman said. “Of course we haven’t seen eye to eye, of course, but I guess I…”

Virgil’s heart nearly shattered at his friend’s shaking voice and sniffs as he paused, choking up.

“... I just wish that he’d put all the shit aside for once, you know?!” Roman said with such intensity and hurt behind his voice that Virgil just wished he could hug the weeping prince close and dry his tears. “At least, before he doesn’t have to see his disappointment of a son anymore.”

“R-roman…” Virgil said, trying to say something, find something to say to tell him everything was fine.

“I… I’m sorry.”

And, it seemed, that was all that needed to be said.

[alubanana]

Through All These Years

For @gentronlegendaryfriendships 

Day 2:  Childhood Friends I Clothes-Sharing

Read it on AO3! 

Hunk first met Lance when he was just shy of seven years old.

A new family had just moved in across the street. A large one with more people inside then Hunk had fingers. His mom had cooked up a batch of her famous snickerdoodle cookies to help chase away the December cold and went to greet the new neighbors. Hunk had accompanied, half because his mom’s cookies rivaled none, and half because he wanted to meet the new family.

Despite only being there a day at most, the snow-covered front lawn was already practically a disaster zone. Half-built snowmen were everywhere, including a fort on either side of the yard. They had clearly tried to build an igloo, too, but it was too small and cramped for even one person to fit inside.

Hunk gripped his mother’s gloved hand tightly in his own while his dad went to ring the doorbell. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears. He’d never done too well around new people. And despite his curiosity, Hunk was starting to think maybe he was better off back at home at his house, curled up under his duvet with his favorite picture book.

Before he could even chicken out, the door creaked open. A tired-looking woman answered the door, glancing curiously at the little family gathered on her doorstep.

She didn’t look mean, Hunk decided, half-hiding behind his mom’s leg. She had smile wrinkles around her eyes and was wearing a flour-stained apron. She looked more confused if anything.

“Hello,” she said. She had a thick accent Hunk had never heard before. “How can I help you?”

“Mrs. McClain, right?” Hunk’s mom asked. She took a few steps forward to shake the woman’s hand and Hunk had no choice but to follow, practically glued to her leg. “We’re your neighbors. We live just across the street.”

The woman’s expression cleared. “The Garrett family, right?”

“Yes,” said Hunk’s dad. “We thought we’d welcome you to the neighborhood!”

“Oh,” Mrs. McClain blinked once but then caught sight of Hunk huddled to his mom’s leg. Her expression went soft like his mom’s sometimes did when Hunk did something funny. “And who might you be?”

Hunk pressed his forehead into his mom’s leg, fisting his hands into her jeans. She looked down at him with a reassuring smile.

“I-I’m Hunk,” Hunk murmured.

“Hunk,” Mrs. McClain repeated.

“He’s our son,” Hunk’s dad said. “He wanted to come along to say hello.”

Mrs. McClain looked at Hunk and gave him a smile. The same ones his parents liked to give to reassure him he wasn’t in trouble. Tentatively, Hunk returned it..

“Why don’t you come inside and out of the cold?” She asked. “I have a son around Hunk’s age. I think the two of them might get along.” As she spoke, Mrs. McClain stepped back to allow the door to open wider. Hunk’s parents took that as a sign to come in and they gently coaxed Hunk with them through the front door. It was graciously warm compared to outside.

Swiveling his head around, Hunk took in the house. It was a mess of boxes - some of them opened but most of them were still sealed shut - and clothes somehow strewn everywhere. Mrs. McClain made a face when she saw a stray pair of jeans and scooped them up off of the ground.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“It’s no problem,” Hunk’s mom said. “You just moved.”

Suddenly, there was a tromp of loud footsteps and even louder voices, all coming down the stairs just by the kitchen. Hunk flinched back, going back to hiding behind his mom’s leg as several kids came charging down the stairs and all shouting at each other in a language Hunk was unfamiliar with. They seemed to be arguing with one smaller boy leaping up to grab a blanket wrapped in a tight ball held above one of the two older one’s head.

“Mama!” the small boy whined. “Tell Luis to give it back!”

Mrs. McClain sighed heavily and gave one of the two taller boys a meaningful look. They both mumbled under their breath and reluctantly handed their brother his blanket back. Then with gleeful, shrieking laughter, they darted back upstairs.

The boy hugged his reclaimed blanket to his chest and unraveled it to drape it over his shoulders. It was baby blue and looked soft to the touch, despite being incredibly wrinkled. The boy looked glad to have it back and turned a curious gaze to Hunk and his parents standing in the entryway.

Mrs. McClain set her hand on her son’s shoulder. “Lance,” she spoke. “This is Hunk. He’s our new neighbor.”

“New...neighbor?” Lance repeated, staring hard at Hunk. He shrank back behind his mom a little more. He paused and then bounded forward with an excited gleam in his eyes. “How old are you?”

“Six,” Hunk held up the corresponding fingers. “But I turn seven next month!”

“I’m six too!” Lance said excitedly. “But I don’t turn seven ’till a lot into the new year!”

“Wow!” Hunk said brightly. He could feel himself growing more relaxed, more sure of himself. Carefully, he stepped away from his mom’s leg. “Do you have brothers and sisters?”

“Mhm, lots!” Lance said, nodding his head as fast as he could. “There’s Marco, and Luis, and Veronica, and Rachel! And there’s more but they’re not home right now. They’re out with Papa to get stuff for our new house!” He paused and then looked around Hunk’s parents for some invisible person. “Do you have brothers and sisters?”

Hunk shook his head. “Uh-uh.”

“That’s okay!” Lance said brightly. He reached out faster than Hunk could follow and took Hunk’s gloved hands into his own. “We’ll be brothers from now own!”

Hunk could feel his heart swelling with happiness. The excitement sparkling in Lance’s eyes was contagious. He squeezed Lance’s hands in his own and the other boy practically beamed.

“Do you like video games?” He asked.

Hunk’s whole expression lit up. “Do I?!”

“I’ve got a whole bunch! Come on!” Lance gestured for Hunk to follow him up the stairs. He was practically vibrating with excitement, rocking back and forth on his heels at the foot of the stairs. Hunk made to follow and then hesitating, looking up at his mom and asking for silent permission.

“Go on,” his mother encouraged with a soft smile.

“Okay!” Hunk stripped out of his heavy winter coat and gloves and let his dad take them from him. “Let’s go!”

Lance cheered and took Hunk’s hand, practically dragging him up the stairs to his room. Their parents watched after them, shaking their heads at just how easily the two of them had clicked.

Needless to say, Hunk had the first sleepover of his life at Lance’s house that night. And that was just the first of many to come.

[42wallaby-way-sydney]

The OCs: Maddie Nelson

Full Name: Madeline Katelyn Nelson

Emojis: ☀️🎭⚖️🥪💖

Nicknames: Maddie and Mads are the most common and used by everyone. Foggy and Marci also call her honey, dear, and baby a lot. 

Birthday: August 28th

Place of Birth: Hell’s Kitchen, New York

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Misc: 

- Literal embodiment of the terms ‘sunshine child’ and ‘cinnamon roll’

She and Lucy are literally the kindest duo in their friend group honestly. Maddie is the mom friend. 

- She was put into foster care when she was ten and after a year, she was placed into Foggy and Marci’s care. Two years later at age thirteen she is formally adopted into the Nelson family.

She’s put into foster care because her father is in and out of the picture a lot. Her mother is a drunk who can’t hold a job and because of this she, Maddie, and Maddie’s older brother have been homeless multiple times. Maddie has a hard time deciphering her own feelings in regards to her parents; on one hand they’re her parents, they weren’t always so bad, and she loves them. But on the other, they’ve left her and her brother multiple times.

Maddie’s brother, Jacob (Jake), is six and a half years older than her. By the time she was placed in Foggy and Marci’s care, Jake was almost eighteen. They were separated in foster care. Foggy and Marci tried to get Jake before he turned eighteen but the process took too long and Jake moved out of his foster family’s house to move into an apartment with a couple friends.

- Maddie and Jake are close but also slightly estranged due to the age gap and their experiences. Jake is happy that she was able to get away from their parents at an earlier age than him but he’s also jealous that she’s happier than he is and he struggles.

Foggy and Marci are like an uncle and aunt figure to him and he loves that they treat Maddie so well.

- Maddie is very creative and loves to write. Between her and Nika, the two of them could write one hell of a story.

- She has trust issues and is very closed off upon first time meetings. She hates yelling.

- Maddie loves Broadway and musicals. It’s because of this love for theater that she fancies the idea of becoming an actress and why she joins the highschool drama club.

- She’s also a member of the highschool’s debate team with Vasya.

And really, with the way they ran the debate team it’s a wonder neither of them realized they would be lawyers one day.

- Heights terrify her.

- She’s very self conscious about her weight.

-  Ravdí is her best friend and the two have had so many sleepovers that they just leave random things at the other’s house.

- Her favorite fruit is lemons and she loves sour and tart candies.

- Her first job is in an ice-cream shop. To her it’s a dream come true. 

Her waffle cones are the best in the shop. Needless to say, the lemon sorbet is one of her favorite ice-creams in house.

- The only thing she wants for a pet is a hamster. It takes a couple days of the puppy eyes but Marci and Foggy give in.

She names it Chunks.

- She gets a crush on Ian, one which is very muchly so reciprocated.

For a while though she thought that Ian and Vasya liked each other and cried to Ravdí about her feelings. This caused a very brief, very awkward schism in the friend group. 

Foggy jokes that since he’s going to be in “laws with Tony and Steve, he wants a fancy car.

- She and Marie disapprove of their friends getting into crime-fighting because of how hurt their friends get sometimes. They both learn some basic first aid.

- She’s a coffee addict. 

- Elektra taught her how to punch properly. If Ravdí insisted on going out and fighting and Maddie insisted on helping anyway she could, then god damn it this girl was going to know the basics on how to defend herself.

Foggy and Marci approve of this message.

- Maddie can rock a set of heels like no one’s business.

Truth be told, she had a lot of self-confidence issues until she hit her sophomore year of highschool. It’s due to Marci and Elektra that her self-confidence grows and she begins to love herself.

- She loves koalas.

- Her comfort foods are blueberry pie and lemon gumdrops. 

Needless to say, when she drinks tea, she has lemon with it. When she drinks water, she likes a slice of lemon or lime in that as well. 

- Her favorite flowers are sunflowers. 

- In highschool she takes two years of German. This is her favorite class right after drama club. 

- Maddie considers herself to be a pretty ‘girly’ girl. She likes make-up and loves experimenting with her eyeshadow. She loves the way mascara makes her eyes pop. 

- Her favorite time of the year is spring with winter as a close second. Vasya and Jack taught her how to ice-skate.

- She and Marie like to get their nails done together once a month. This is when they do their most gossiping together about the others fighting crime. 

- Maddie loves terrible movies. Corny, cheesy horror movies. Cliche movies. Those movies that you hate to love but love to hate. They’re like crack for her.

- She, Vasya, and Jack use Nelson, Murdock, & co. as a hangout spot at least twice a week.

When she and Vasya begin to run the firm, they don’t change the name of the firm since they’re still Nelson and Murdock and their co. consists of Eli Bradley and Jamie Jackson.

- She and Ian get married once they graduate college. 

6 Songs that she probably has on her phone/fit her well:

Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield 

Rainbow by Sia

Pretty Girl by Maggie Linderman

Don’t Wanna Stop by Darby Anne Walker

Collide by Rachel Platten

Issues by Julia Michaels

[queermccoy]

Cis swap Richie and Eddie (90s kids edition):

Rach (short for Rachel) wears blue eyeshadow. Badly. For so long, longer then is probably socially acceptable

Leggings and over-large ugly shirts unbuttoned too low, with a big belt. She likes the winter because she can wear them with chunky boots that used to be her dad’s instead of flats

Dates a lot of boys but doesn’t like them very much. She’s afraid to say no when they ask her to the movies. They start rumors about her that aren’t true

Melissa etheridge all day, but quietly.

She keeps Sears catalogs under her bed and she pulls them out to stare at the models. She’s allowed to like women this way, because she likes their dresses or their sweaters, really, she just really likes fashion okay? But like, ugly oversized shirts you know? She doesn’t really buy what she’s selling.

Eddy (Edith) does not wear makeup at all

Long pants always because she’s never shaved a day in her life (‘it’s dangerous ! Risk of cuts and infection and do you have any idea what happens when you cut yourself with a rusted razor!?’) but she doesn’t want to Deal with it

Never dates a boy never thinks about boys who aren’t her buddy Bev (short for Beverly (‘which was a boy’s name first. It’s traditional. Shut up!’))

Loudest girl in school. And the shortest. Gets into fights All the Time. Her mum keeps sending her to etiquette classes, which she aces, but boys are rude and gross and she will beat them with her etiquette book if she has to

Gets kissed by one of the girls in her etiquette class at 15 and knows she’s gay and resolves to be a sexless old woman with a thriving career and/or a nun rather than an actual lesbian, which she resolutely does not want

They never like, do anything during the 90s. They don’t kiss or have sex or even admit that they have feelings for each other, but they share a bed during sleepovers and make up a secret language that’s most eyebrows

They wear each other’s clothes and paint each other’s nails and share gum (well, rach steals eddy’s gum, and eddy wants to steal it back it’s just like. So obvious she can’t make herself and screams about germs instead)

by the time rach’s family moves out of town, she knows she’s in love and when they hug goodbye she shoves her hands in Eddy’s hair like she always wanted to

Eddy, for her part, stands on her tippy toes and slams her whole face in rach’s neck and cries and sniffs her like a fucking creep

They let go and can’t look each other in the face. They don’t see each other again for 24 years

[castleportrpg]

Welcome to the first ROUNDUP of the new year. CASTLEPORT has seen a lot of shake-ups, break-ups, and bust-ups so we’ll jump right into things. 

The extra chatter around town is at an all time high, with reporters filtering in, wanting to get the scoop on the mysterious disappearance of RACHEL BERRY and her untimely and tragic death. The KNIGHTS GAZETTE, seemingly a day late and a dollar short on their exclusives continued to offer no insight into the investigation’s progress, outside of the rental car that Rachel was discovered in was rented under the name of BRODY WESTON, with no other concrete leads. The emergence of CPORTEA, stirs up a deluge of feelings. The podcast and self-proclaimed ‘unbiased’ news source is a contrast from the old guard of the Gazette, offering gossip about the case and Castleport citizens.

BREAKING NEWS: Rental car connected to Brody Weston

CPORTEA: Unfiltered and Unbiased

HALLOWEEN saw plenty of tricks and treats with a massive brawl at THE MAGGIE. involving multiple people and left MASON MCCARTHY with a black eye. Packed with partygoers, the fight only heightened the weird atmosphere at the bar, mostly due to the ban on gossip related to the Berry case, instituted by SAM EVANS. There was plenty of fodder for the tea blog, including a tense public encounter between BREE BROWN and RYDER LYNN, newly returned when a trade sends him from sunny Los Angeles back to the east coast, this time playing for the Giants. Words were exchanged and the two parted ways, though neither leaving alone. Ryder going off with SANTANA LOPEZ and a drunk Bree being escorted home by Sam. Bree, fresh off a divorce, finds common ground with Sam and the two have a drunk sleepover. 

HALLOWEEN BREAKDOWN

After months away, QUINN FABRAY returns to Castleport, sporting pink hair and a chip on her shoulder. Together with Sam’s sister STACY EVANS, the two devise a plan of action, with Quinn driving JAMES EVANS to ROCK HARBOR RECOVERY, a rehab facility outside of town. She pays for his treatment with a credit card in her father’s name, prompting RUSSELL FABRAY to blackmail his youngest daughter into leaving her job at THE MAGGIE and her apartment in order to move in with him and work at The Gazette. It also causes a massive fight between Quinn and Sam once he learns of his father’s whereabouts and Quinn pulling the strings. 

ROSALIE LOPEZ is dismissed as lead investigator on Rachel’s case, breaking news that’s scooped by CPORTEA. Her replacement is none other than FINN HUDSON, an appointment that many view as a poor substitute, a sentiment stoked by the postings of Castleport’s infamous anonymous blogger, putting Santana in an awkward spot as she continues her romantic entanglements with the upstart Detective Hudson. Thanksgiving in Castleport is a somber affair, with many people spending time with their loved ones (or in some cases, no time at all), while reflecting on the first holiday since the death of Rachel. It also sees the return of another familiar face: MERCEDES JONES, who after spending a length of time back in New York (with Quinn, no less) reappears in town. 

CPORTEA: SHERIFF LOPEZ SACKED

TASK 11: THANKS AND BLESSINGS

Despite the chaos brewing with the media curiosity and potential bad press coverage--or perhaps because of--the winter holiday season seems more festive than ever. TINA COHEN-CHANG, still reeling from the loss of her father,  JI-HUN COHEN-CHANG, carries on managing THE DOUBLE C DINER in his very noticeable absence and finding support through her relationship with HUNTER CLARINGTON, still secretly dealing with his own issues with alcohol.  

Mason, still grappling with Rachel’s death and the feelings surrounding it, decides to step back from director of the CASTLEPORT HIGH SCHOOL winter production. Seeing an opportunity for supposed goodwill to honor Rachel’s legacy (and to boost public profiles), a raffle is held for the production, with the proceeds going to the drama club. 

EVENT: LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS

In the spirit of the season, the TWELVE DAYS OF TEA segment delivers presents in the form of hot off the press gossip, including a heated exchange involving Mason, Santana, and Finn while backstage at THE RIALTO during the Little Shop opening night. Mason has very openly disapproved of Finn taking over the investigation, finding him unfit for the job, and made his feelings known. 

CPORTEA: BACKSTAGE BRAWL 

Other gossip-worthy gems include WILLIAM SCHUESTER and his alleged romantic connection with Rachel, MIKE CHANG SR. and his hard feelings against being passed up as lead investigator over Finn, despite his years of experience and knowledge, and a summer fight between Bree and Santana that got loud and physical. 

TWELVE DAYS OF TEA 

In the new year, the investigation into Rachel’s death seems just as stalled as the look into her disappearance last year. With Finn at the helm, he’s tasked with going through Sheriff Lopez’s notes and collection of evidence, and re-interviewing everyone connected with the case, including at times, his friends. The topic of Rachel’s journal resurfaces once again, the item being a key clue in trying to understand what exactly happened and offering insight into her mind as well as her interactions with other people, including Santana and especially Ryder. Ryder, who for the most part has been trying to adjust to a new city and new team while dealing with the shocking news of his father MAYOR LYNN’S infidelity. 

Their beef is nothing new, but the tension between Santana and Hunter reached an explosive level when, after an argument involving Santana telling Hunter and Tina exactly what she thinks of their relationship, Hunter shows his hand and video evidence of Santana breaking into CLARINGTON PROPERTIES. The video, months old, is enough for Santana to be arrested and CPORTEA gleefully pounces on the news. The arrest has a ripple effect on the group, prompting Tina to angrily end her relationship with Hunter and leaving Santana--having been questioned by Finn and another officer--looking like a person of interest in the Rachel case. 

CPORTEA: SANTANA LOPEZ ARRESTED

The case of Rachel Berry, long a topic of gossip and speculation in Castleport and the surrounding towns gets broader attention, with an investigative eye turned towards the tourist town with a darker secret. REAL CASE FILES and their reporters are keeping a close watch on the going ons of Castleport and offering insight and questions into a case that continues to baffle the local authority. Their recent reveal of DNA evidence found at the scene that was kept from the public turns a spotlight onto CASTLEPORT PD and their handling of the case so far, with CPORTEA weighing in on a possible conspiracy. 

BREAKING NEWS: DNA COVERUP

CPORTEA REACTION

WHEW. There’s plenty happening around Castleport this go-round. And we’re so happy at the plotwork and great character interactions that have taken place over the past few months. Our first Q&A TUESDAY of the year was a chance for reflection and taking a look at character growth in the form of a FILL IN THE BLANK meme. There’s no specific due date for this, but as it’s a fun and easy way to chart your character’s development, we’d love for everyone to complete it when they can.

Q&A TUESDAY: QUESTIONS FOR THE DECADE