𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 / 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

staring out an 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘, catching my 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

[ivybeck]

hello !! my name is em and i’m from australia so my hours are gonna be whack just a heads up 🙃 anyway this is ivy and she’s serving some ex-mean girl / woman in crisis / still exuding new york it girl vibes — we love to see it. under the cut i’ll link her google doc with all her info & some extra stuff just for fun! if you’d like to plot chuck this a like & i’ll slide into your dms or my d*scord is ems#6635 and you can reach me there too !! let’s go

*       ADELINE RUDOLPH + CIS FEMALE + SHE/HER —— have you seen IVY BECKER around? they’re a/an TWENTY-FOUR year old NANNY known around town as the ATONER. not only are they broke af, but they’ve been in town for TWO YEARS. they’re INDEPENDENT + WITTY, as well as RETICENT + CYNICAL, but what else would you expect from a AQUARIUS? three aesthetics.   * OOC INFO: em. 21. aest/gmt +10. she/her.

here is ivy’s google doc (trigger warnings for mentions of physical and verbal abuse) where you’ll find her stats & backstory

but for a condensed version:

she was a classic high school prom queen mean girl type, and had a seemingly charmed childhood but was also subject to abuse by her mother.

her parents divorced when she was about sixteen, and she moved to new york to be a blair waldorf type in manhattan. applied for nyu and attended for three years before she was booted out. at the same time, her father was arrested for embezzlement.

essentially, ivy came home 2 years ago with her tail between her legs and trying to make amends and just... get by.

personality wise, she’s way more mature, measured, warm, and patient than she was pre-father’s arrest/nyu booting her/etc. but there are still remnants of that ruthlessness and cattiness.

wanted connections! i have a few :) i’m also big on chemistry so completely fine with just building on some stuff or going off vague ideas. i have a wanted connection tag but like... i’m still building it up.

high school friends — would have been an unholy trinity from glee / friendship group from before i fall / the plastics kind of vibes. maybe they’re still friends and can tragically reminisce with one another, or maybe they’re highkey embarrassed and awkward around each other for the way they behaved in high school.

high school sweethearts / exes in general — could have been a genuine relationship or a high intensity young love kind of vibe. maybe they were each other’s firsts? either way, they’re back in each other’s lives! cue: ‘tis the damn season.mp3

high school enemies — maybe it was a cher / amber from clueless vibes where they ran in similar circles, or maybe it was a quinn fabray / rachel berry vibe where ivy wasn’t the nicest to your character.

work friends — not super conventional work friends, but maybe you’ve hired ivy for your kids / your siblings / your siblings kids / etc.

friends or enemies with benefits — we can decide just how much we like each other, but the general point here is that they’re hooking up on a semi-regular basis.

friends — ivy needs ‘em! they probably don’t know too much about her history, or they do and they just don’t judge. come on, she needs someone to drink $8 wine and eat fries with at 11pm on a saturday night instead of crying.

[ivybeck]

please unfollow!

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daydrcamcr​:

Ethan was waiting patiently at the bar, he didn’t want to go in front of anyone.  After all his request would take a little bit.  So when someone said he could go ahead and order before her, he just waived it off.  “Oh I’m not either.  I picked up a shift over the holiday so I’m just here to pick up my paycheck.”  He gave a small smile.  

“nice!” ivy chirped, sitting up a little straighter to engage in conversation. “how are you finding this place? do the rude drunks and interesting atmosphere live up to the hype of all the glowing yelp! reviews?” her tone may have been teasing, but she genuinely had nothing against the place. it was a nice bar — especially for a place like eldora.

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fcksuzy​:

suzy tapped her fingers against the bar counter impatiently, her eyes glancing at the clock on the way before returning to the bartender. she startled when someone spoke to her. she held up her hand. “nah, don’t worry about it. i’m only here because someone-” she yelled, “owes me money.” suzy raised her eyebrows. “did you lose your purse or something?”

eyes widened, ivy tried to refrain from being nosy about the situation that was causing suzy to raise her voice. it was difficult, though — not a lot happened around eldora, and there was still a significant part of her that revelled in the drama of others. “huh? oh, yeah — the other night.” she lied, words coming out in a non-committal mumble. “good thing this town is like… two yards long, makes it difficult for your shit to actually go missing.”

[sophie-baek]

Adeline Rudolph as Agatha in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (1x02)

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rebued​:

it was his turn to lift a brow - he watched as she pushed around the pile of food, shifting here and there on the white dinner plate before consuming it. “they’re covering your car in capri sun?” he asked her, unable to understand why the party involved would do such an action. “why would they do that?” still, reggie shook his dark head to express his disappointment. 

“because they’re four, and they don’t have the dexterity to keep a freakin’ juice pouch in their little ravioli sized fists.” ivy said, trying not to appear as though she was seething over the sticky interior of her poor car. “but i shouldn’t complain — kids are a joy to have around, and all that…” trailing off, she took another bite of food ( partially to keep herself from talking more trash about the kids she nannies for ) before continuing, “anyway… this is delicious, you’re way too good to just be cooking for eldora’s finest.”

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goldenfms​:

there  was  the  place  that  you  could  find  bianca  most  of  the  nights  .  the  bar  closest  to  her  job  was  usually  the  place  she  would  go  after  finishing  her  shift  ,  having  a  glass  of  wine  to  treat  herself  ,  it  was  a  little  reward  for  having  surviving  another  day  being  a  real  estate  assistant  .  it  also  helped  her  to  sleep  faster  ,  not  having  to  spend  hours  in  bed  just  thinking  about  life  and  how  it  wasn't  going  the  way  she  expected  .  seeing  the  other  there  was  a  surprise  ,  taking  her  purse  and  glass  ,  bianca  walked  over  to  her  .  “  hey  there  ,  ”   she  said  ,  sitting  on  the  stool  next  to  her  .  “  of  course  you  wouldn’t  ,  i  mean  ,  that's  what  bars  are  for  ,  right  ?”  winked  .

bianca was a stark reminder of ivy’s old life — but the shock of it had quickly worn off to the point where her presence had become a comfort more than anything. “oh, hey!” she brightened up significantly, scooting a seat over to get closer to her friend. “of course, and i would never begrudge you a cathartic glass of wine.” it would have been so easy to order one for herself, and just completely unwind with bianca. for a couple hours, she could forget about every single one of her responsibilities — but ivy was hard pressed to allow herself that kind of luxury. “how have you been, anyway? is the eldora real estate industry as cutthroat as i imagine it is?”

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noiiresque​:

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  .

                    —  it  wasn't  late  at  night  yet  ,  charles  would’ve  guessed  it  was  around  eleven  pm  .  for  someone  like  him  ,  this  meant  the  night  was  only  starting  .  he  was  behind  the  bar  ,  as  usual  ,  on  his  white  shirt  and  black  pants  :  his  lame  uniform  .  just  bar  things  ,  he  guessed  .  still  ,  the  plain  clothes  didn’t  flatter  him  at  all  —  he’d  be  much  more  handsome  if  he  could  just  unbutton  two  maybe  three  buttons  of  his  shirt  ,  show  some  skin  .  his  chocolate  eyes  laid  on  the  person  that  was  just  sitting  by  the  counter  ,  and  he  leaned  closer  to  them  ,  resting  both  elbows  on  the  surface  .  “  so  ,  what  are  you  having  tonight  ?  ”  he  asked  with  a  smirk  .

“well, it is my night off — why don’t you surprise me, charlie?” she said, perking up slightly when he came to her end of the bar. he was good fun, ivy couldn’t ignore the fact that every time they went toe-to-toe it was always a little bit exciting for her. it was like he was a more fun reminder of her high school years, and the kind of invincibility she felt when she was sixteen. “wait! no dark liquors, mixing spirits, or sugary shit, please. i’m more of a bacardi or tanqueray girl — but you know that.” ivy seemed to have a difficult time leaving well enough alone, especially when it came to her fussy tastes, a habit she was still trying (and failing) to shake. 

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mj-mcdeere​:

MJ lifted the glass in front of her, only one third full of a dark, bubbling liquid, “Pepsi,” she assured the older woman, “I’m just killing time. Nothing else to do. I start my shift in a half hour,” she explained, though if anything, that provided her with more reason to be drunk in the afternoon. God, she wished she could clock in for her stint at the gas station with at least a half a case of Bud Lights in her system. It would make the day go a little slower, perhaps but at least she’d be a little more relaxed. “What are you doing here?” she asked curiously, wondering why the nanny would be there, if not to blatantly judge others for getting day drunk.

“oh — my friend lost her keys here the other night,” she lied, almost impressed with how easily that excuse rolled off her tongue. in all fairness, it wasn’t a complete lie, ivy just didn’t think mj needed to know the full truth. “i’m checking for her.” it was highly unlikely anyone even knew who her mom was, let alone that she seemed to be down here every weekend until close, but ivy didn’t think her paranoia was entirely unfounded. “how’s the little one, by the way? she makes the kids i nanny look like complete demons, just so you know.” she’d seen mj with maisy at the park a small handful of times, usually when she was trying to wrangle the kids she was looking after.

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romiltm​:

      open starter

      long, tedious days at work calls for a long ( far less tedious ) few hours at the local bar. at this point in his life, romil is nearly what some may consider a barfly. frequenting whenever he needed to decompress from a day doing the exact opposite of what he’d like to be doing with his life. “ nah, it’s not taken.” he says noticing someone approach out of the corner of his eye before they’re even able to ask. people always wrongfully assume the empty seats next to him potentially wait a partner who’s dashed off  to the bathroom  or something. but, nope. usually, it’s just him, his thoughts, and his whiskey sour. “don’t get the whiskey sour. bartender skims of the whiskey.” 

wrinkling her nose, ivy immediately shook her head. “don’t worry. pretty sure i’ve never ordered a whiskey sour in my life, anyways.” she said, sliding into the seat. peering over the bar, she tried to assess what she wanted in time for the bartender to catch her eye. “a glass of prosecco please — thank you.” ivy was operating off the assumption that something bubbly would pep her up a little. she didn’t need to put up a falsely perky front for romil, but that didn’t mean she wanted to come across as a buzzkill, either. “so, what are the plans for tonight? i’m not interrupting any ploys to pick up a hot date, am i?” she asked, a playful smirk on her lips.

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sogolden​:

rhett watches the woman down the bridge of his nose , the thoughtful line his lips seem to perpetually set to twitching in a polite smile as he nods his acknowledgement . ❛ looking like you do , i’d almost think you need one , ❜ he notes , gesturing vaguely to her display of irritation . he leans in over the bar and mulls over the menu he’s committed to memory at this point , idly humming to himself . ❛ at this time of day ? i’d judge me if i was . the cheese fries here are unreal , though , don’t you know ? ❜

her eyes narrowed, brow a little furrowed as she took in what rhett was saying. “y’know, if it wasn’t so accurate, i would be a little pissed off at that comment.” ivy’s tone may have been a little haughty, but she didn’t mean anything by it. truthfully, she appreciated the honesty, and the validation that she looked almost exactly how she felt. hiding her emotions was a talent that had slowly begun to slip through the cracks. “hold on — did you say cheese fries? those are kind of the best comfort food. d’you think they would add jalepeños if i asked? or does that make me seem like a bougie bitch?”

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platedgolds​:

despite   the   sun   still   being   out,   romeo   was   already   a   little   drunk   by   the   time   he   arrived   at   the   bar;   not   enough   to   slur   his   speech   or   take   him   off   his   balance,   but   the   quiet   kind   of   buzz   that   pushed   a   bright   smile   to   his   lips   and   made   him   a   little   more   talkative   than   normal.   ❝   c’mon.   ❞   he   beckoned   her   over,   patting   the   bar   stool   next   to   his.   ❝   have   a   drink   with   me,   since   this   is   such   a   judgement-free   zone.   ❞

rolling her eyes, ivy pretended to the consider the offer for a moment. romeo was lovely, and she had free time — there really wasn’t much to mull over. dropping down onto the stool, she let out a beleaguered sigh. “still can’t drink, sadly.” she frowned, elbows resting on the bar. “i have to babysit some darling toddlers whilst their parents go to some fancy gala out of town tonight — must be nice.” the bitterness was clear on her tone, but she didn’t really mind all that much. 

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adrianatm​:

             “ hey – ” the brunette jokingly chastises. while adriana just left the salon for the evening and a quick nightcap at the bar after work is no where near beyond her usual habit, the lightweight is avoiding the hangover in the morning. she jokingly nudges the other’s shoulder as she speaks, “this place has really good french fries, actually.  so, contrary to popular belief; i’m not drinking at 5pm. taking some to go for dinner tonight.” adri remarks with a quick little nod. “we’re looking a little down. are you alright?” she asks with a faint, encouraging smile. 

“wait, really? huh. guess i’ve been looking for takeaway that isn’t the same olive garden rip off down the road from me, maybe this’ll do.” she gave the place a once-over, as though she was reconsidering it in a new light. adri’s words made her tense up a little, and she froze in thought, trying to figure out how much to share. “who, me?” ivy laughed, entirely displeased with the fact that her fatigue was showing. clearly all the pilates and concealer weren’t enough to hide how dead she felt at the moment. “it’s the same old, y’know? kind of want to rip out my hair 24/7 because... life. but at least my hair looks good, thanks to you.” she beamed, expertly brushing off any concerns with a joke.

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bleednghearts​:

arden worked the late shift and had just gotten off and was too wired to go home and sleep. she had found herself at the bar, seeing a couple of regulars that she knew well. she waited her turn until the person had told her that they weren’t ordering anything with additional info that arden didn’t think they needed to say. she rose an eyebrow at the woman before ordering a jack and coke. “i don’t think anyone cares whether you’re drinking or not.” she said, looking around at everyone else in their own little world. she had grabbed the glass that was handed to her taking a long drink of it. “i wouldn’t care if you were judging me,” she says with a shrug. 

arden was... brash, in a word. but ivy respected it — and she sympathised with it, more than anything. especially given the snippets she’d heard of her past, a setback like that warranted all the brashness in the world. still, it took ivy back a little, lips pursed as she swivelled to face arden. “wish you were right. but luckily for me, there are plenty of judgmental parents around here that would love to fire me for drinking in public. pretty sure they assume i’m a tee-total saint who loves babies and supervising fornite games.” try as she might to not sound jaded, two years of nannying were beginning to take their toll on ivy.

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rebued​:

expert hands slid the ceramic plate in front of the other and a look of concern painted over reggie’s face. it was late and he always found that food was always the method to soothe an anxious soul. “here.” he pushed the plate closer to them. “eat and tell me what’s wrong. believe me —” it was his turn to sit down across from them, arms bulking as he crossed them over his chest. “nothing’s better than having some korean food in your belly.”

ivy quirked an eyebrow — the confessional food ‘ bit ’ was a little much for her, though she couldn’t deny the fact that korean food did soothe her quite a bit. it was why she made so much galbi-tang after her father got arrested. “honestly, nothing is wrong.” she lied, pushing the food around on her plate before taking a bite, an involuntary hum of pleasure following. “it’s just like… shitty kids covering my shitty car in their capri suns, y’know? it’s fine, i do yoga. the zen of it all will keep me from snapping.”

[ivybeck]

        this was a familiar routine for ivy. waiting ( impatiently ) for one of the bartenders to fish around in the lost & found box for her mothers keys. why they even bothered giving them back at this point was beyond her. head buried in her palms out of sheer frustration, ivy looked up to see another figure at the bar. “oh — you go ahead and order, i’m not drinking.” she said immediately, constantly fretful that someone would think she was picking up a family habit. “not that i would judge you if you were,” she trailed off, eyes flitting to her watch. late afternoon — maybe she would judge them just a little. 

[hafael-archive]

Well, unfortunately I have this little problem. When I, uh, party too hard I end up killing people. Well your sober coach is giving you the green light.