#thread: ivy1

[chessyhoward]

Since her move to the states, Chess Howard had worked plenty of jobs. She'd waitressed, for all of five minutes. She hadn't managed to get through a shift without a drop or spillage, until the manager had politely taken her to one side and suggested it wasn't quite for her. She'd worked the shop floor of a cute clothing boutique, and been pretty good at it too. Then one day, she'd been pulled into the office and told she didn't quite fit the 'vision' they had for their employees. Five months pregnant and glancing over at the beach-ready bodies of the other girls she worked with, Chess had left that job, shamefaced. Some days, when Chess felt like throwing in the towel with the whole fashion blogger-stroke-influencer thing, she remembered those jobs.

Still, being yelled at by a snotty woman at a high end restaurant was looking pretty good right now. Chess' job was pretty solitary most of the time, her work schedule squeezed between drop off and pick up time, spent bathed in the artificial light of her laptop screen. But on occasion, Chess had to network. She had to cheerily slide into the Instagram DMs of beautiful models, other bloggers, TikTokers and the like. In all honesty, it was a little baffling to Chess. But if she was going to keep monetising her blog and maintain this as her full time job, she had to schmooze, just a little.

Danika, a pretty New York socialite whose bio said she was 'up for anything!', had 45.8k followers. A number that made Chess' little blog look meagre in comparison. But she'd agreed to drinks, asking Chess to meet her at a little hole in the wall bar, which she'd described as 'cutesy' and 'rustic'. Now that Chess was sitting in said bar with Danika and five of her most gorgeous, chronically online friends, Chess would describe it a little more like 'sticky' and 'with the potential to get stabbed at'.

Tugging at the strap of her dress, a third-hand Ralph Lauren slip that had been altered so many times it was barely still a Ralph Lauren, Chess wondered when they were going to start talking business. Instead, the girls seemed more intent on passing around the Instagram page of some gorgeous, British model Chess had never heard of with like, piercing blue eyes. Chess thought antsily of the folder stuffed full of flyers, her CV, examples of her work, still hidden away in her bag. Fighting the urge to yawn, Chess pressed her ruby-red lips together, standing abruptly.

"I'm gonna grab another drink." she explained to the group, who now seemed to be making DMing said model a group effort. Grabbing her oversized clutch in one hand and her glass in the other, Chess moved towards the bar, feeling overdressed in the dim lighting.

Placing her handbag down on the bar, Chess shook her glass at the bartender in what she hoped was a cute and endearing gesture, not a 'clicking at the waitstaff' sort of gesture.

"Can I have another, um... whatever this was? It was fruity and gave me the confidence to talk to six pretty girls at once, I'm not sure."

Setting the glass down, Chess began rifling through her bag, pulling out her overstuffed folder in search of her purse.

"Sorry, it's here somewhere..." she murmured under her breath, only vaguely aware she was littering the space with her, well, life's work.

[henrybly]

and you're seeing sky-blue // henry & ivy

In Henry’s opinion, photo shoots were one of those necessary evils that came with the territory of being in a well known band. There were far worse ways to spend his day, but he also wasn’t as comfortable in front of a camera as Diego was. Especially when the photographers instructed them to ham it up for the lens and he was left standing awkwardly to the side with no idea how to pose. He’d been told that it sort of worked for him, helped push forward the idea that he was the cool and mysterious keyboardist, but Henry genuinely didn’t think that there was anything mysterious about him at all.

Back in New York for this particular shoot, he’d had to hang around in the lobby for a while with a cat carrier until their manager came down to whisk him and Marmalade away from the scrutiny of security who hadn’t seemed all that keen on letting a man with a cat through the doors, even if he had showed them his pass. 

Marmalade had been pretty under the weather for the last couple of days, hissing at people more than usual and barely touching his food. He went through spells like this sometimes so Henry wasn’t too worried but he didn’t want to leave him on his lonesome, especially since Sylvie was off somewhere, collecting research for her podcast, and Henry was already filled with guilt about the tour taking him away from Marmalade for long stretches of time. He’d promised Stefan’s parents he’d look after the cat when it became clear that they didn’t have the emotional capacity to feed and shelter the last living extension of their son, and leaving him alone in an empty apartment wouldn’t leave him feeling like he’d fulfilled that promise.

So, after a quick turn in the hair and make-up chair and their manager sighing in defeat when she overheard him ask if he could just wear his own red and white bandana, he was the first one ready. He sat cross-legged on the floor of the studio, Marmalade in his lap, gently lifting one toggle of his hoodie and letting the cat bat at it before quickly switching to the other drawstring, playfully going back and forth until he was sure Marmalade was on the verge of making himself feel dizzy.

The door squeaked open and he lifted his head, half-expecting it to be Diego or Poppy. Instead, his gaze found a brunette woman, lanyard swinging around her neck, clipping her pass in place. She was pretty enough for him to momentarily mistake her for perhaps another model that was also due to have their photo taken that day, but then he saw the camera bags she was carrying with her.

“Hi,” he smiled in a polite greeting. Marmalade had turned his keen gaze onto the newcomer and Henry ran a comforting hand down the length of the cat’s spine to calm him. Marmalade wasn’t really good with new people; in fact, he wasn’t really good with any people, but Henry wasn’t all that keen on shoving him back in the carrier just yet. “Are you alright with cats? Don’t worry, he’s not here for the actual shoot, he’s just… Marmalade.” He lifted his head again. Another smile. “Oh, I’m Henry, by the way.”

[loudenver]

This was the worst thing that could've happened to him on a day like today. A day when he should be celebrating the one good thing he'd managed to accomplish over the past ten years. A day when his phone was filled with outpourings of love and support from his friends, and a dorky thumbs up from Ava from the crowd of people who'd gathered to hear him talk about his book. Hours and hours he'd spent typing, huddled over the artificial light of his laptop screen wondering if it was good enough, if he was good enough. It was all supposed to culiminate in this day, leading up to the publication of his book, his labor of love. And here was Ivy, here to rain on his fucking parade.

The brunette had never liked him. She'd certainly had her reasons in the past. Louis' uncertainty about his sexuality and general fuckboy behaviour had led to her best friend getting hurt in a whole manner of ways. Louis winced when he thought about the tumultuous back and forth, push and pull he'd put the man through. Climbing into his bed half-drunk and handsy one minute and kissing random girls at a party the next. That was enough reason for Ivy to have her reservations about him, and then he'd gone and broken said best friend's heart.

"You're workin' my event?" Louis asked, skepticism coloring his tone. He realised too late just how douchey the words my event sounded.

As Ivy scowled at him, Louis felt a sudden paranoid urge to look over her shoulder. His heart caught in his throat because after all, usually behind Ivy was... well, you know. His eyes slid past her to the chair she'd been camped out on, but all Louis could see was her various pieces of camera equipment. No dark haired, hazel-eyed man with the smile of a golden retriever and the temperment of a black cat. Louis let out a soft sigh. Although, under all that relief there was... disappointment?

"He's not..." Louis murmured, the words so low he almost hoped Ivy didn't catch them. His shoulders sagged, momentarily letting his guard down.

"It's where my publishing house is." Louis snapped, switching back to defensive Louis in mere moments. "You don't own New York, Ivy."

It sounded so petty, even leaving Louis' mouth. But Ivy and Louis had always brought out the worst in each other. At their most childish and volatile, they'd been pigtail pulling, foot stomping, saying the cruelest, most cutting things they could. He could probably count on one hand the compliments they'd given each other in the brief time they'd been tentative friends, a truce called for Wardo's sake.

"I'm not here to cause any problems for you."

Ivy felt a strange hint of smug satisfaction as she watched the smile on Louis’ face melt away when he looked up from his phone, soon replaced by a crude concoction of confusion and undiluted horror. In his defense, it wasn’t all that different from the look he regularly reserved for Ivy even ten years ago, but it felt significantly more apt now given the circumstances. Ivy had never been the biggest fan of Louis Denver, not past their first meeting anyway, but she knew he wasn’t any old idiot. He had to know how Ivy must be feeling right now – like she wanted to bash his head in with a hammer and deliver it to Wardo on a silver platter – and she couldn’t quite contain the sense of pride welling in her chest when she considered how nervous he might be feeling right now, confronted with her presence. 

A scoff tore from Ivy’s throat, harsh and unforgiving as she shook her head in disbelief. Of course Louis was here working, because why the fuck wouldn’t he be? The one time Ivy had decided to be sloppy with work, the one time she’d opted to do no research, eager to not let the opportunity slip her by. A stupid oversight that she’d be paying for, no doubt. 

“I’m at fucking work at my fucking job,” she spat his own words back at him, venom dripping from her tongue.  

Her skin crawled as she stared at him, suddenly feeling small and unworthy. There had been a lot of reasons why the two of them had never seen eye-to-eye, but one thing that Ivy always felt around Louis was embarrassed. Ivy was stubborn to a fault, never wanting to wear her vulnerabilities on her sleeve, which meant she’d sooner die than vocalise her insecurities to Louis, or even Wardo for that matter. She’d never told either of them how being around Louis had always made her feel like a failure, his colourful vocabulary a sure sight more impressive than her own. Ivy had never finished high school, she’d barely scraped by even when she had attended, and it was a wonder she’d ever managed to secure herself a place on the photography course she’d been accepted to. She’d had no job when Louis knew her, barely even a roof over her head, her survival a total fucking anomaly. Shame and Ivy were comrades when Louis was around, the writer always managing to get under her skin, sometimes just by simply existing in her orbit. No doubt the man would struggle to wrap his head around the idea of Ivy Rogers having a job, a semi-successful one at that. 

“I should’ve fucking known,” Ivy swore, her chest aching as she thought of Wardo, her best friend blissfully unaware of the shitstorm that awaited him in the next couple of hours or so. She wondered if she should warn him, maybe even ask him not to come and meet her after work. He’d be a little bothered, she knew that; he’d tried to swing a free invite to the event tonight, no doubt hoping there’d be free books and other perks. Still, she figured she’d rather hurt his feelings with a tiny lie than rip his chest in two with the truth. Glancing down at her phone, Ivy’s heart sank in her chest. Because sure, of course she had no service. Louis fucking Denver, public enemy number one and bane of Ivy’s existence for the past 12 years, could waltz on in, giggling at his phone, no doubt texting a slew of admirers, but when Ivy needed to protect the most important man in the fucking world, she couldn’t get so much as a single bar.  

Wardo couldn’t see Louis. She couldn’t let that happen, not now. If Ivy knew her best friend, she knew there was still a part of him that held a torch for the pretentious asshole standing in front of her; not that he’d admit it so openly. She’d watched him for hours on end at night, huddled over his laptop, hair unkempt, failing to put words to paper, so to speak. She’d often wondered if his writer’s block had anything to do with Louis, all inspiration dwindling since the loss of the other man. Not that Ivy believed his work or talent had anything to do with Louis, not really, but she’d never seen Wardo give so much of himself to anybody, not even herself.  

For a brief moment, she considered just leaving – she'd rather give up the day’s work and lose out on the money entirely than put Wardo through seeing Louis again. Her best friend was strong, but a part of her feared he might not be able to go through the heartbreak a second time. But she couldn’t give Louis the satisfaction either, she didn’t want the asshole coming out on top and getting the best deal from a situation that he could’ve avoided by not fucking leaving in the first place. 

"New York, Louis? You go and publish a book and you think hey, let’s go to fucking New York. Really?” she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. It was a protective stance, one she thought she’d grown out of, but Louis really brought out the worst in them all, it seemed. 

[milesofasher]

@ivyxrose

For a hopeless romantic, Miles Asher was typically anything but the committed type. As a teenager, he spent most of his free time sleeping with every girl at his high school and then eventually the entire state of New York came along for the ride. His ride, specifically. He was great at dating, flirting was easy to him- overly charming, sickly sweet, and with a killer jawline to boot; he was easily sought after. But he always broke things off before they got serious, never allowing himself the pleasure of falling in love because of fear he wasn't good enough. That he simply wasn't deserving of a magnificent love story. So, he kept all women at a distance, his heart locked far away.

That was until Ivy Rose changed everything, of course. Not that he allowed himself to fall--at first, anyway--their friendship blossoming immediately after they met, their competitive nature and constant trying to one-up the other ending with them both becoming better lawyers and people because of it. But Miles was guarded, and didn't want to risk losing her. She became his favourite person so quickly and he was glad that fate--and their friends--kept pushing them together until they both eventually caved and were honest with each other about how they really felt.

It was easy for him to open up to Ivy in the end. She was sensitive, kind, loving, and gentle, yet feisty and strong. She taught him how to love, healed parts of his soul he never imagined getting back, and he found safety and his home in her arms. He didn't have to push through his emotions, she met him wherever he was and was his lighthouse, calling him home to her every night. She was easy to love, and God, did he love her.

For three years, he wondered where she went. What happened to her. It didn't make sense for her to run away or vanish without a trace and Miles' logical brain was racked with questions. Everything with them was as close to perfect as you could get, and there was no note or returned call... Nothing. She was just gone. And it broke him. He cried for hours, locking himself away from anyone and everything to wallow in his sadness for months on end. He called her every day, texted her, looked on Google- the works. Eventually, the line went dead and her number was out of service and he never heard back, but he still texted her phone number every other day to update her on his life, express how much he missed her, and how he wished for her safe return.

And now here she was. Standing safely in front of him and as real and as beautiful as he remembered her. Even more beautiful, actually. At her confirmation, he immediately began to cry. Quickly, he raced to close the few feet of space between them and scooped her up in his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he skillfully moved them both back inside his apartment and closing the door with his foot. His hands roamed her back and shoulders, his calloused fingers gripping tightly to ensure he wasn't dreaming as began sobbing. His body shook slightly as he slid them both to the floor, his back against the door as he held her as close to him as she could be, afraid that letting go would result in her vanishing in front of him.

"Don't ever be sorry." He whispered, "Don't you ever apologize." His tears were staining her clothes but his words were tender and quiet, a smile creeping onto his face, the cacophony of his cries ranging from sadness to elation. "I can't believe you're here. You're here and you're so beautiful and you're alive." He pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead with hers and letting their eyes meet again for the first time, "I am so fucking glad you're okay."

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker wheeee

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - bar date. (27 may // 2 notes.)

annie/eli2 - valentine's day mixup. (2 june // 2 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

chess/ivy3 - experimenting. (15 may // 0 notes.)

jax/dante2 - monaco. (1 june // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

billy/simon2 - michigan. (1 june // 0 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (2 june // 13 notes.)

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

annie/eli1. (2 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

jess/marley1. (6 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

persephone/ripley1. (5 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

scotty/joey1. (2 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

dante/jax1. (3 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

harlow/maverick1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[kmswardo-blog]

princesses don’t marry kitchen boys // wardo + ivy au

“Who else could pull it off but you and me?” Wardo implored his redheaded best friend. He grinned at her, fingers itching for the feel of crisp notes between them. He knew she was tempted as well, intimidated only by the daunting thought of this being their biggest con to date… and the fact that they had yet to hold a successful audition in which they found a girl to play the part of Russia’s lost princess. He watched Bea’s nose crinkle and playfully tapped the tip of it with his finger, knowing he had her.

“There we go,” he grinned, before reclining back in his chair and kicking his booted feet up onto the desk. “Auditionee number thirty seven, the stage is yours!”

Despite his earlier optimism which was admittedly fuelled by monetary greed, Wardo found himself becoming less and less enthused about the prospect of dressing up any of these undesirable girls and fashioning her into a respectable woman that was once destined to rule all of Russia. Each one seemed to be worse than the last, one even demanding that he bow in front of her simply so she could ‘truly embody the role’. Wardo had scoffed and waved the petulant brunette on. He didn’t bow to anyone, royalty or not – something he’d been cuffed around the ear for before when he worked in the palace kitchens, having refused to kneel for the Romanov girls as they skipped past him in their expensive dresses. After the Romanovs had fallen, it became even more abundantly clear that bowing got you nowhere.

“Grandmama, it’s me…”

Wardo’s eyes widened considerably as he drank in the sight in front of him. A mink fur coat was suddenly pooled around the feat of a lanky figure with runs in their stockings. False eyelashes fluttered his way and he gaped, immediately lifting his pen to score through the words ‘audition number forty nine’.

“This isn’t working,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing his eyes shut.

He risked a glance at Bea, spotting his helpless expression being mirrored by her own features. Sighing, he stood, kicking his chair back and wincing when it scraped off the rough floor.

“That’s enough for today,” he announced, shrugging on his overcoat and snatching his newsboy cap from the table. He placed it atop his head at a jaunty angle and led Bea out into the cold winter air, snow crunching under his boots.

“Fresh cooked sausages, Leningrad’s finest!” came the cries of a vendor as soon as he spotted the two. Despite the mouth-watering smell, Wardo batted the offending poker away and glared at the man.

“Not interested. And it’s St Petersburg,” he argued, earning a distasteful look from the vendor as Bea yanked him away, warning him not to start a fight.

“Everything’s red these days, the least they can do is let me call my home what it is,” he muttered, hastily shoving his hands underneath his armpits to keep them warm as they rounded the corner. Before he could continue with his rant though, he spotted something which made him freeze in his tracks. The main entrance to the palace’s ballroom which had long since been boarded up and only granted entrance to rats and exceptionally small dogs, was wide open, slabs of wood lying scattered on the ground.

Nudging Bea with his elbow, Wardo wasted no time in ducking through the doorway to investigate. He wasn’t sure if the redhead was following or not, too engrossed in allowing his boots to thump along the carpeted hallways in search of whoever had been there before them.

Reaching the top of one of the staircases at the north end of the ballroom, he froze upon seeing a girl standing smack bang in the middle of the room. Her ragged appearance was engulfed by the grandeur of the ballroom, however dulled by age it was now, with limp tapestries and dust collecting on the large windows. Wardo couldn’t see her face, but the way her whole body stilled as he cleared his throat let him know that he had startled her.

“Hey, you there!” he called, setting off at a run down the stairs after her. “Stop!”

[skyguywrites]

semi-coherent list of threads both active and inactive:

(if i miss anything pls tell me lol)

amira - amira/joey1. amira/killian. billy - billy/simon1. bradley - bradley/persephone1. chess - chess/diego1 (✓). chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/matty1. diego - diego/chess1 (✓). diego/henry1. eli - eli/matty1. harlow - harlow/ivy1 (✓). harlow/marley1. harlow/maverick1. harlow/raff1. henry - henry/chess1. henry/diego1. henry/ivy1. henry/poppy1. ivy - ivy/chess1. ivy/harlow1 (✓). ivy/henry1. ivy/louis1 (✓). ivy/louis2. ivy/maverick1. ivy/max1. ivy/wardo1. jessica - jessica/marley1. joey - joey/amira1. killian - killian/amira1. killian/matty1. louis - louis/ivy1 (✓). louis/ivy2. louis/max1. louis/wardo1 (✓). louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3. marley - marley/harlow1. marley/jessica1. matty - matty/chess1. matty/eli1. matty/killian1. maverick - maverick/harlow1. maverick/rafferty1. maverick/wardo1. max - max/ivy1. max/louis1. poppy - poppy/henry1. poppy/wardo1. rae - n/a. rafferty - rafferty/harlow1. rafferty/ivy1. rafferty/maverick1. scotty - n/a. simon - simon/billy1. wardo - wardo/ivy1. wardo/louis1 (✓). wardo/louis2. wardo/louis3. wardo/maverick1. wardo/louis3. wardo/poppy1.

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

❗️marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 sept // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jude/olly1 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

rory/bonnie1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy2 - 10 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 15 nov // 5 notes // opp: michaela

lando/théo1 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/valentina1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/valentina1 - 13 dec // 1 note // opp: michaela

simon/billy3 (mini) - 4 jan // 0 notes // opp/ michaela

micah/joey1 - 5 jan // 3 notes // opp: michaela

eli/annie3 - 5 jan // 2 notes // opp: michaela

heath/elodie1 - 5 jan // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️rafferty/maverick2 - 6 jan // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ariadne/billy1 (mini) - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo5 (mini) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/marcus1 (mini) - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 17 oct // 10 notes // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 08 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

chess/ivy3 - 10 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 11 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/colin3 (flashback, mini) - 14 nov // 6 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/marcus1 (mini) - 27 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ariadne/valentina1 (mini) - 31 dec // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/simon1 - 2 jan // 2 notes // opp: danielle

matthias/colin4 (mini) - 5 jan // 5 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/raff/maverick1 - 6 jan // 6 notes // opp: danielle & michaela

michaela owes.

persephone/bradley2 - 16 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

théo/jax1 (mini) - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

persephone/charlie1 (mini) - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

poppy/noah3 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

❗️jasper/ariadne1 (mini) - 24 nov // 4 notes // opp: jenny

kian/ezra2 (mini) - 5 dec // 4 notes // opp: michaela

amelia/ripley1 - 2nd jan // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ARCHIVED.

amira/joey1. | amira/killian1. amira/killian2. amira/killian3. annie/eli1. annie/eli2. | annie/jax1.

billy/simon1.

bradley/persephone1.

charlie/elodie1.

chess/diego1. | chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/ivy2. | chess/joey1. | chess/matty1. chess/matty2.

colin/matthias1. colin/matthias2.

dante/jax1.

diego/henry1. diego/henry2. diego/henry3.

eli/matty1.

flynn/rae1. | flynn/wardo1.

harlow/ivy1. | harlow/marley1. | harlow/maverick1.

henry/ivy1. | henry/poppy1.

ivy/louis1. ivy/louis2. ivy/louis3. | ivy/max1. | ivy/raff1. | ivy/wardo1.

jax/matty1.

jess/marley1.

joey/scotty1.

kian/louis1.

killian/matty1.

louis/max1. | louis/scotty1. | louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3.

mav/raff1. | mav/wardo1.

noah/poppy1. noah/poppy2.

persephone/jax1. persephone/jax2. | persephone/ripley1.

poppy/wardo1.

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

❗️eli/annie2 - 8 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

wardo/flynn1 - 10 july // 3 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

simon/matthias1 - 24 sept // 1 note // opp: jenny

❗️marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 sept // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jude/olly1 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amelia1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

rory/bonnie1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy2 - 10 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian2 (mini) - 14 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 15 nov // 5 notes // opp: michaela

lando/théo1 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/valentina1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/valentina1 - 13 dec // 1 note // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ariadne/billy1 - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo1 (mini) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/marcus1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/elodie1 - 02 oct // 3 notes // opp: michaela

❗️matthias/colin1 - 7 oct // 4 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 17 oct // 10 notes // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 08 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

chess/ivy3 - 10 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 11 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/colin3 - 14 nov // 6 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/marcus1 - 27 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

michaela owes.

❗️flynn/rae1 - 29 sept // 6 notes // opp: danielle

micah/joey1 - 6 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

persephone/bradley2 - 16 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/raff2 - 16 oct // 5 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/harlow/raff1 - 17 oct // 5 notes // opp: jenny & danielle

théo/jax1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

persephone/charlie1 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

poppy/noah3 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

jasper/ariadne1 - 24 nov // 4 notes // opp: jenny

kian/ezra2 (mini) - 5 dec // 4 notes // opp: michaela

ARCHIVED.

amira/joey1. | amira/killian1. amira/killian2. amira/killian3. annie/eli1. | annie/jax1.

billy/simon1.

bradley/persephone1.

chess/diego1. | chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/ivy2. | chess/joey1. | chess/matty1. chess/matty2.

colin/matthias2.

dante/jax1.

diego/henry1. diego/henry2. diego/henry3.

eli/matty1.

harlow/ivy1. | harlow/marley1. | harlow/maverick1.

henry/ivy1. | henry/poppy1.

ivy/louis1. ivy/louis2. ivy/louis3. | ivy/max1. | ivy/raff1. | ivy/wardo1.

jax/matty1.

jess/marley1.

joey/scotty1.

kian/louis1.

killian/matty1.

louis/max1. | louis/scotty1. | louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3.

mav/raff1. | mav/wardo1.

noah/poppy1. noah/poppy2.

persephone/jax1. persephone/jax2. | persephone/ripley1.

poppy/wardo1.

[wardowrites]

Wardo was briefly pleased by the reaction he got, Ivy’s face scrunching up in a way that satisfied him up until she hit out with a retort of her own. He knew that she’d only said it to provoke a reaction from him, probably a childish one where she hoped that he’d rear his head back and reveal a disgusted expression of his own. Maybe let out an “ew, gross” to highlight who horrendous he thought that was. That was what Ivy probably wanted, anyway.

He let her have it. It wasn’t his proudest moment, but his nose had already wrinkled itself up in distaste before he could stop it.

“Fuckin’ heathen, keep your hands to yourself,” he warned her, perfectly aware that there was no way in hell Ivy would want to put her hands anywhere near his ass. When they first met, it might have been a different story, which was one of those few victories he could consistently laud over her. Ivy couldn’t change the past, meaning she also couldn’t change the fact that she’d once confessed to having a crush on him when they first met. He was under no delusions about how she felt about him now, that sisterly-affection she had for him running far deeper than what most real life siblings had, but still remaining strictly platonic, but he still liked to keep that little ace up his sleeve. Not that he was particularly interested in playing it now.

“Not a good argument actually,” he said, hanging Capote’s leash up by the door. “He’s shoved his face into like ten different dog butts today, the goddamn pervert.”

He frowned at his Dalmatian, hoping that he looked fatherly and strict. But Capote was far too busy letting himself be fussed over by Ivy to pay attention to Wardo. He didn’t fuck a fuck about that one shih-zhu’s owner who’d screamed bloody murder at the dog park and all but accused Wardo of raising a sex offender.

When Ivy sat down, kicking her dirty boots up on the table, any house proud person might have shoved her feet away. But Wardo wasn’t house proud. Instead, he sat at the other end of the sofa and kicked his own dirty boots up, plopping them down in Ivy’s lap. He was far more interested in hearing why she was even in his apartment in the first place, but it seemed like she had already moved on from that and was intent on tormenting him again. 

“You’re like if they combined a serial killer and a Wattpad author and raised it in a laboratory,” he told her, tipping his head back against the sofa cushions.

A weight pressed down on his shoulder and suddenly there was a mass of white fur sliding down his chest to make itself at home in his lap. Absently, he reached out to pat Ulysses, knowing that he had about five minutes before the little shit started whining for his food. And in those five minutes he wanted to make sure he had as much intel as possible about this barista Ivy brought up.

“How old are we talking? Like, DILF old or old enough that you’re gonna make a quick buck when you marry into his life insurance?” he asked her. “Dibs if he ends up being gay, by the way.” He smirked, suddenly confident that Ivy would already have to concede. No man that worked at Billy’s place preferred women.

Any initial discomfort that Ivy felt immediately melted away when she saw the look on Wardo’s face. Who knew her aim was so good? With an inelegant snort, she dropped down to her knees as Capote bounded toward her – there was something really satisfying about how much her best friend’s dog liked her more than him. Or at least, that’s what she liked to believe. 

“First of all, you’re disgusting,” Ivy told him, glancing up at him with a look of disgust scrunching up her features. She knew he was lying – or rather, she hoped? Surely not even Wardo Martinelli was that rancid – but it still conjured up an unwanted image in her mind. “Secondly, how do you know I’m not reveling in the idea of having your asshole all over my hands by proxy?” 

She grinned at that, knowing that no matter how satisfied Wardo might be with skeeving her out, she’d already immediately topped him with that sentence. “And third, I don’t think you’d let me pet Capote if you know I was touching him with booty hands.” 

After a quick spell of eager licks from Capote to her ear, nose and chin, Ivy gave the dalmatian one last pet before pushing herself up to full height as she wandered over to Wardo. Throwing herself down onto his sofa, she kicked her feet up onto his coffee table, dirty boots and dildo making themselves home atop it, and rolled her eyes at his nickname for her. 

“That’s actually none of your business,” she told him, refusing to let him know she’d been snooping for potential Christmas ideas.  

It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want him to know that she was getting him something, but she knew he’d be really annoying about it. Like, once he’d gotten finished telling her that she didn’t need to buy him shit he’d be bragging and taunting her about how much she loves his stupid ass. And while it was true that she did love his stupid ass, she didn’t need to hear it from him. 

“What was that? You wanna hear about all the dicks I’ve seen lately?” she quipped, eager to change the subject and piss him off. “You wanna hear about all the long, juicy, hairy cocks I’ve sucked lately while you’ve had to resort to a silicone one?” 

Wagging her eyebrows, she lifted one hand into a loose fist, poking her inner cheek with her tongue as she mimicked the filthy action.  

“Okay, fine, maybe I won’t bore you with the details, but do you wanna hear about the hot old man Barista that I am tryna fuck down at Billy’s place?” 

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker wheeee

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

eli/annie1 - nye/annie gets stood up. (19 jan // 2 notes)

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

joey/scotty1 - scotty opens up about ex. (6 feb // 2 notes.) ❓

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

dante/jax1 - gym session. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's date mixup. (11 feb // 0 notes.)

ripley/persephone1 - reunion. (13 feb // 5 notes.) ❓

marley/jess1 - drunk jared. (6 march // 6 notes.) ❓

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (27 april // 12 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

harlow/maverick1 - meetcute. (28 april // 6 notes.) ❓

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - 'platonic' bar date. (29 april // 1 note.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

chess/ivy3 - experimenting. (15 may // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

n/a.

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker.

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

eli/annie1 - nye/annie gets stood up. (19 jan // 2 notes)

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

joey/scotty1 - scotty opens up about ex. (6 feb // 2 notes.) ❓

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

dante/jax1 - gym session. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's date mixup. (11 feb // 0 notes.)

ripley/persephone1 - reunion. (13 feb // 5 notes.) ❓

marley/jess1 - drunk jared. (6 march // 6 notes.) ❓

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - 'platonic' bar date. (25 april // 0 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (27 april // 2 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (27 april // 12 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

harlow/maverick1 - meetcute. (28 april // 6 notes.) ❓

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

michaela owes ;

annie/jax1 - miami. (29 april // 1 note.)

mav/harlow/raff1 - valentine's date. (29 april // 2 notes.)

ivy/chess3 starter.

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[mrmaxhayashi]

When the woman gestured at him, Max figured there was a compliment in there somewhere. As angry as the woman was with him, for reasons Max still wasn’t privy to, she at least still found him hot. It was so totally not the point, but he felt himself puff up his chest a little in pleasure anyway.

Still, he’d never once thought that his looks would grant him immunity for pulling the shit she seemed to think he had. Whatever it was, Max had no idea he was reaping the benefits of pretty privilege in the face of it. Maybe his ignorance was actually just another byproduct of that privilege, but his head still felt a little too foggy for him to properly figure out what was going on here.

When she accepted his offer of a shirt, he’d thought that might have been the beginning of her calming down. Particularly when she gave him another compliment. However, this one did nothing to stop the flow of blood that went straight between his legs.

“Shit, could you - not say something like that? At least not while I’m naked and you’re angry at me,” he begged, hand immediately going down to hide his modesty which was now suddenly very awake and alert and ready to go. It had, apparently, not read the room. Whatever it needed, Max was in dire certainty that it was not going to get it. Not while the woman was standing on the other side of the bed and still glaring at him. Even if her nipples were standing to attention - okay, no. He cut those thoughts off immediately and tossed the shirt her way, turning to search in the drawer below for a pair of boxers he could pull on.

He’d grabbed a pair and was halfway to putting them on, one leg in and the other lifted, when he heard the woman’s cry of rage. Whipping his head around and nearly unbalancing himself from his incredibly un-sexy flamingo perch, his hand sank into the mattress of his bed in a bid to keep him upright.

“What?” he whined, unsure what he’d done to displease the brunette now. He lifted his head to see her glaring at the shirt he’d given her and groaned as he pushed himself back onto both feet, tugging the boxers up to finally preserve his dignity.

“Shit, are you a Devils fan?” he sighed, shoulders immediately dropping as his sleep-addled brain informed him that could be the only reason she was so furious at the sight of his Rangers jersey. 

Still, the woman seemed intent on throwing him for a loop when she only went and full-named him, yet also dropped in a little fact that completely made his jaw drop. The Rangers job. Nobody knew he’d applied for the Rangers job, not even Tommy. He’d been pinning his hopes on getting it without letting the team or his brother know, just to save himself from having to face the embarrassment of their pitying looks if he didn’t get it. There would be nothing more humiliating in Max’s eyes if he somehow got booted from the Rangers twice. But, if what this woman said was true…

“I got the job?” he asked softly, eyes lighting up as he immediately began looking around the room for his phone.

He couldn’t remember where he’d left it the night before, probably in the pocket of his jeans which were somewhere in the hallway right now. Still with it enough to understand that it would be completely rude of him to abandon the half-dressed woman in his bedroom to check his emails, he turned his attention back to her as the rest of the situation came rumbling towards him in startling clarity. Oh. That’s why she was mad at him.

“Wait… You were going for the job too?” he asked, then frowned at her assumption about the jersey.

“They haven’t sent me merch, it’s - I’m a fan!” A half-truth. Before he’d been signed for the team as their center, Max had been a diehard Maple Leafs fan. Still was, just more so on the downlow so his social media following didn’t think he’d switched sides as soon as he’d been dropped from the Rangers’ line-ups. His room had subtle nods towards his dedication to the Canadian team, like a poster tacked up on the back of his door and his signed John Tavares puck sitting on his desk. He didn’t know how much the woman yelling at him knew about hockey, but he hoped it wouldn’t be enough for her to see through the lie. At the very least, she hadn’t heard his name and immediately recognised him as an ex-player. That had to count for something.

“Look,” he said, fighting to sound placating without being condescending. “I’m really sorry you didn’t get the job. But they haven’t been sending me free anything. I didn’t even know I had the job. Are you sure? They said they gave it to me?”

Max Hayashi, photographer for the New York Rangers, the very man who’d made Ivy come consecutively just hours before, was now staring back at her with a look of shock that Ivy almost wanted to believe was real. His perfectly chiseled jaw had dropped, smoothing over the sweet crinkle at the corners of his eyes and the adorably endearing creases and dimples that seemed to spread the length of his face the night before as they’d stumbled through his apartment, throwing caution and their clothes to the wind. Somehow, the fact that he was equally as sexy when confused seemed to frustrate Ivy even further, because of course the guy who’d both fucked her senseless and made her laugh was both the hottest man alive and the bane of her life. She really had the worst luck. 

“Must be nice, huh?” She rolled her eyes, gesturing with one hand to his naked form, silently willing away the traitorous throb she felt between her legs. “Getting to walk around looking like that, and not have to worry about people calling you out on your shit.” 

A mixture of both frustration and arousal unfurled in Ivy’s stomach, and she finally accepted that her own state of undress might become a bit of an issue. The last thing she needed was him getting a hard on at the sight of her naked and dripping wet and for the two of them to fall back into bed with some steamy, nasty hate-sex. Not that the visual was totally horrible actually, but she really shouldn’t. She was just about ready to ask him if he could, at the very least, lend her a t-shirt when he spoke up, apparently on the same page. 

“Uh, yeah, that would be good,” Ivy blushed, suddenly embarrassed by the entire predicament. It wasn’t lost on her how utterly ridiculous the whole scenario was, and it seemed only right that she of all people would land herself in it. “Can’t say I was loving the idea of yelling at you while my nipples stared at you like you were God’s gift to foreplay, so. Thanks.” 

She was fidgety and disgruntled as he turned his back to her, a slow blush rising to her cheeks. In truth, there was a brief moment where Ivy wondered if she was overreacting? It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for her to fly off the handle and lose her temper rather than taking a moment to pause and assess the situation. She missed the feel of her phone in her hand, needing a vice to grip onto, something to remind her that she wasn’t totally insane, and her eyes trailed to the floor where it had feebly landed. It was a piece of junk as it was, but she was already regretting her small act of aggression, hoping she hadn’t done further damage to it; with another rejection under her belt, she wasn’t exactly in a position to buy a new phone. 

When he finally turned back to her, a crumpled shirt fisted into his hand, the red and blue glaring as he handed it to her. Ivy wasn’t a sports fan, she had no idea what the rules of hockey were and had never been able to wrap her head around Louis’ football games back when she’d been dragged along to them. Evidently, Max was the opposite. For one, fleeting second, she thought maybe she’d judged him harshly – maybe it was possible he’d been hired because the team had seen his passion for sports, had recognised that it was something important to him that he had an honest, genuine connection with. Unlike Ivy who, until recently, hadn’t even known that hockey could be played on ice. 

Tugging it from his outstretched hand, ready to take a breather and drop the psycho act, Ivy glanced down at the shirt as it unraveled right before her eyes. Any feelings of remorse or guilt were immediately extinguished when her gaze landed on the crest that was stitched into the jersey, the words RANGERS printed in a large, hideous font across the chest. 

“Is this a joke?” Ivy muttered, her voice low as she shook her head, not quite believing her luck. 

Turning it over in her hands, her eyes widened at the sight of HAYASHI printed on the back, the number 13 below the name in red and white lettering. So, she’d gotten her rejection email during the early hours of her morning, yet this asshole already had a complimentary jersey to welcome him to the club? One that had clearly already been worn and washed if the state he’d pulled it out of his drawer was anything to go by. 

“So, you’re telling me that not only did you, the Rangers apparent golden boy Max fuckin’ Hayashi, get the job I’ve been waiting weeks to hear back from, but they’re out here sending you free shit while I'm riding your dick and waiting to hear if I've been rejected?!” 

[skyguywrites]

THREADS;

it's completely possible i've forgotten some or gotten smth wrong but anyway

DAN ;

bradley

persephone1

elias

annabelle1

annabelle2

matthew1

dante

jackson1

henry

chess1

diego1

diego2

diego3

ivy1

poppy1

joey

amira1

chess1

scotty1

marley

harlow1

harlow2

jessica1

poppy1

max

ivy1

ivy2

louis1

rae

flynn1

rafferty

harlow1

harlow/maverick1

ivy1

maverick1

maverick2

ripley

amira1

persephone1

simon

billy1

wardo

flynn1

ivy1

louis1

louis2

louis3

maverick1

poppy1

JEN ;

chess

diego1

henry1

ivy1

ivy2

joey1

matthew1

harlow

ivy1

marley1

marley2

maverick1

maverick/rafferty1

rafferty1

jackson

dante1

persephone1

persephone2

killian

amira1

amira2

amira3

matthew1

louis

ivy1

ivy2

max1

wardo1

wardo2

wardo3

noah

poppy1

MICHAELA ;

amira

joey1

killian1

killian2

killian3

ripley1

annabelle

elias1

elias2

diego

chess1

henry1

henry2

henry3

flynn

rae1

wardo1

ivy

chess1

chess2

harlow1

henry1

louis1

louis2

max1

max2

rafferty1

wardo1

jessica

marley1

matthew

chess1

elias1

killian1

maverick

harlow1

harlow/rafferty1

rafferty1

rafferty2

wardo1

oliver

n/a

persephone

bradley1

jackson1

jackson2

ripley1

poppy

henry1

marley1

noah1

wardo1

scotty

joey1

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threads ;

amira - amira/joey1. amira/killian2. annie - annie/eli1. billy - billy/simon1. bradley - bradley/persephone1. chess - chess/henry1. chess/ivy2. chess/matty1. dante - dante/jax1. diego - diego/henry2. eli - eli/matty1. harlow - harlow/marley2. harlow/maverick1. harlow/raff1. henry - henry/chess1. henry/diego1. ivy - ivy/chess2. ivy/louis2. ivy/max2. ivy/rafferty1. jax - jax/dante1. jax/persephone1. jessica - jessica/marley1. joey - joey/amira1. joey/scotty1. killian - killian/amira2. killian/matty1. louis - louis/ivy2. louis/max1. louis/wardo3. marley - marley/harlow2. marley/jessica1. matty - matty/chess1. matty/eli1. matty/killian1. maverick - maverick/harlow1. maverick/rafferty1. maverick/rafferty2. maverick/wardo1. max - max/ivy2. max/louis1. persephone - persephone/bradley1. persephone/jax1. persephone/ripley1. poppy - n/a rae - n/a. rafferty - rafferty/harlow1. rafferty/ivy1. rafferty/maverick1. rafferty/maverick2. scotty - scotty/joey1. simon - simon/billy1. wardo - wardo/louis3. wardo/maverick1.

archived threads ;

amira - amira/killian1. chess - chess/diego1. chess/ivy1. chess/joey1. diego - diego/chess1. diego/henry1. harlow - harlow/ivy1. harlow/marley1. henry - henry/diego1. henry/ivy1. henry/poppy1. ivy - ivy/chess1. ivy/harlow1. ivy/henry1. ivy/louis1. ivy/max1. ivy/wardo1. joey - joey/chess1. killian - killian/amira1. louis - louis/ivy1. louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. marley - marley/harlow1. max - max/ivy1. poppy - poppy/henry1. poppy/wardo1. ripley - ripley/persephone1. wardo - wardo/ivy1. wardo/louis1. wardo/louis2. wardo/poppy1.

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thread tracker ;

dan threads ;

bradley/persephone1

dante/jax1

eli/annie1

eli/matty1

henry/chess1

henry/diego2

henry/ivy1

henry/poppy1

joey/amira1

joey/scotty1

marley/jess1

max/ivy2

max/louis1

raff/harlow1

raff/ivy1

raff/maverick1

simon/billy1

wardo/louis3

wardo/poppy1

jen threads ;

harlow/marley2

jax/persephone1

louis/ivy2

michaela threads ;

amira/killian2

ivy/chess2

matty/chess1

matty/killian1

maverick/harlow1

maverick/raff2

maverick/wardo1

persephone/ripley1

archived threads ;

dan/jen ;

chess/joey1

harlow/marley1

louis/wardo1

louis/wardo2

jen/michaela ;

amira/killian1

chess/diego1

chess/ivy1

harlow/ivy1

ivy/louis1

michaela/dan ;

diego/henry1

ivy/max1

ivy/wardo1