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name: imogen valentine carson

age: 16 (and human)

family: mother: diana carson (part time nurse), father: dean carson (former literature professor), brother and sister twins- 9 years old ophelia and cassio (cassio recently gone missing and found dead)

friends: best friend are kaia (“kiki”- a cheerleader, romantic, and flirt) and dexter (“dex”- a stoner, lazy, and art lover). she hates elena’s goonies, especially elena. however, she is currently in a year and few months long relationship with elena’s little brother: jeremy gilbert.

hobbies: a cheerleader, loves dance (especially ballet), babysitting (cassio and ophelia of course), studying for the only class she actually likes: art history, watching obscure films with jeremy, talking shit with kiki, reading (not shakespeare though, her father ruined that by naming them all that), watching cassio play baseball and ophelia softball, flirting, debating anything with dexter.

personality: stubborn, smart, hard-working, determined, was more of a goody-two-shoes but is more adventurous and daring, however she’s pure at the heart, a romantic and optimist in most situation, family person, friendly, loyal, kind, sweet, creative.

flaws:

- when she hates someone she hates them with a BURNING passion (sorry elene lmao rip)

- she’s too stubborn for her own good and most of the time stands up for things she doesn’t even believe in just to argue or because she was told not to

- very absent-minded, day dreams A LOT

- somehow terribly oblivious to the supernatural aspect of mystic falls

- when she gives up, she gives up. but when she’s focused she is crazy focused.

// jeremy and imogen //

Imogen was heart-broken. She worked her ass off in class, out of class, all the time for ballet. She went to classes rather than the parties in her grade. She threw out her social life- even resorting to the bare minimal texts to Dex and the only passing conversations with Kiki. She refused to join cheerleading. She refused to eat any foods that were even slightly processed. Her grades fell, her feet were heavily blistered and ruined, yet all she could think about was practice. Practice, and practice, and practice. She would spend more than five hours a day practicing, and when she wasn’t by herself she was in class trying to soak up all the advice and teaching she could. She was seconds from breaking.

And she did. She broke. Hard. Something in her gut saw it coming, possibly it was her parents' sudden quietness when she entered the room. How her father looked more disheveled than usual, and how they ate out less. But nothing could prepare her for that Tuesday night. It was pasta night, Cassio and Ophelia were ecstatic because mom and dad bought them Chef Bouyarde. Something they would only beg for every single supermarket run. Mother would chide them, commenting on how it was just full of chemicals and question why they would want chemicals when she made great pasta herself. Imogen got alfredo pasta. Grandma’s recipe that she absolutely worshipped. Her mother would only make it for special occasions: awards, performance nights, first day of school dinners, and so on. However, today was none of that. It was a boring old Tuesday night. Thus, when Imogen’s eyes fell on the white sauce, she frowned deeply. Her stomach did summersaults and not ones of joy.

“Tell me.” Imogen demanded, crossing her arms. She leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen. Her eyes were narrowed with determination. She was determined to finally get some answers. Her mother’s eyes flickered up to her, her lips turned downwards but she quickly pushed them upwards, nodding towards the bowl of pasta, “Do you want me to fix you up a plate, Genny?” She asked in a tone that was sickly sweet.

“Mom.” Imogen persisted, her tone more tired, the words barely distinguished from the deep sigh she exhaled. Her mothers tight and small smile she forced on slowly deteriorated. It wasn’t going to be held for long anyway. Her mother was equally exhausted.

“Your father has been laid off.”

It took a while for Imogen to truly understand what that meant for her. But she learned quick. His loss of job wasn’t recent. He had been job searching for months now. They were running low on money, and mother was working longer shifts at the hospital in hopes to make up for it. Cassio and Ophelia were very worried about whether or not they would be receiving fewer gifts for their birthdays. Imogen asked about her lessons and she wished she hadn’t. Of course, ignoring the truth wouldn’t make it not happen. She couldn’t remember for how long she cried when they said she wouldn’t be able to take lessons for a while. They were expensive, fair enough. But it was the tipping point for Imogen.

***

Imogen set cross legged on the back stairs of the school, whereas Dexter sat on top of one of the huge dumpsters, his skinny legs hanging over. He had his hair in his new hairdo obsession: cornrows. Practically falling off his nose was a small and thin pair of sunglasses, dangling off his nose like the joint off his fingers. “Man, that’s tough. I can’t even imagine, Gen. Damn, you know if he going to get a job soon?” He took a long drag of the blunt, holding his breath as he waited for her to respond.

“Doubt it.” She mumbled, watching him exhale the smoke through his nostrils, a smug look on his face. She frowned, narrowing her eyes and furrowing her eyebrows. Determined, she pushed herself off the steps and marched over, plucking the joint out of his hand and pressing it against her lips. She tried to copy what she saw Dexter do every day, breathe it in and inhale like you’re sucking out of a straw. She didn’t expect it to be so strong and to burn her throat. She yanked it out of her mouth and curled over coughing her lungs out. Tears pricked her eyes. Dexter watched her with wide eyes, wondering if he was truly tripping this hard or if Imogen ‘goody-two-shoes’ Carson really took a hit.

“Woah, woah, woah... Gen, you ok? You know first timers-”

“I’m fine.” She managed with a weak voice, straightening up and wiping her eyes with the back of her non-joint hand. She went to take another try when she heard a voice behind her.

“Hey, do you mind if I have some?” Low and behold it was the voice of no other than ‘Little Gilbert’ AKA Elena Gilbert’s little brother. Imogen slightly glared at him, probably hating him by assosciation. She raised her right hand, which hend the blunt between the two forefingers, and shook it slightly some ashes flying off it.

“You want a hit of this thing, ‘Little Gilbert’?”

“It’s Jeremy, and actually, yeah I want a hit of that joint. You can say it, it’s not a bad word.” Jeremy said, his dark eyes glaring down at her back. His arms were folded against his chest. He was too upset and in a mood to deal with this kind of shit. Little did he know that Imogen was in a mood too, and no one, no one, talked back to her.

Frowning, rather annoyed at being told off, Imogen glanced back at Dexter who just shrugged. Deciding not to start a fight she didn’t need, she pushed the joint is his direction. He gave her an attempt at a smile, and took it, instantly relaxing as he inhaled a big breath. Slowly taking another drag, he took a seat on a crate.

From then on, Jeremy would join them as they smoked (in which Imogen would rarely par take- in hopes that she would be able to go to classes again). Imogen and Jeremy would argue over the most stupid things, and bicker. Imogen appreciated it.

***

It wasn’t long until they started dating. It was shortly after Kiki dared Imogen to go out with a guy from their rivalry school- Bridgeback High. She was a cheerleader at this time being coherced into signing up by Kiki (”What else are you going to do if you don’t have dance? You won’t injure yourself. I promise”) and it was practically illegal for a cheerleader to do it. Kiki wanted to see if she could go a week dating the kid without being kicked off the team. Thankfully, she managed. However, Jeremy wasn’t so pleased.

One afternoon, she brought her ‘boyfriend’ to the smoking spot. In hopes that some of the team would see them together as she brought him over. She had to make it obvious they were a ‘thing’ or else she didn’t truly fulfill the dare (according to Kiki). Imogen was wearing her cheerleading uniform with his Rams varsity jacket over it. It was definitely a sight, once that sparked a lot of whispering and aghast looks as she walked by. His hand was low on her waist, way too low for her liking, but she had to keep it going. The pair finally reached Dexter and Jeremy. Dexter elbowed Jeremy, his mouth slightly open in shock. Jeremy’s eyes slowly trailed upwards and his face fell more by each second, until finally he was frowning and standing up.

“Who’s this douche, Minnie?” Jeremy said, walking over to the football player, his eyes narrowed practically into slits and a scowl resting on his face.

Imogen frowned, her eyebrows knitting into confusion. “He’s not a douche, his name is Nate and he’s my boyfriend.” She pulled herself out of Nate’s now protective grip to stand in front of him. “What’s your problem Jeremy?” She said under her breath, giving him her best ‘what the f**k?’ look.

“What’s my problem? What’s your problem? Degrading yourself to a varsity jersey? Letting him put his hands all over you and stare at you like you’re a piece of meat? God, Minnie, I thought you had more respect for yourself than that.”

That’s when Nate scoffed. Making things much worse. The more muscular guy pushed himself in front of Imogen, practically pushing her away. “Emo dude, let the chick do what she wants.” It wasn’t longer than a millisecond before Jeremy swung backwards, his fist connecting with Nate’s face. All Hell broke loose. Jeremy and Nate started to toussle, Dexter quickly stepped away, and Elena’s boyfriend at the time Matt stepped in along with his best friend Tyler, separating the two guys.

Imogen wanted to tell them to f**ck off and just because they did anything for Elena (for some reason she couldn’t understand) didn’t mean they had to get into Jeremy’s private matters. But she was just thankful he was okay and the fight was over. They spent the night with his head in her lap, her icing his swollen lip and playing with his hair.

‘Why’d you do that?” She asked softly, a few hours in to the film marathon they were having at her house (Mom and Dad were at a parent and teacher’s conference at the elemntary school for Ophelia and Cassio).

“Which part?” Jeremy asked, sitting up slowly and grunting so he could face her.

Imogen let out a small breath of a laugh, a confused smile on her face as she looked up at him, them a lot closer than she even realized. “All of it.”

Jeremy’s face softened. It was probably the most she had seen since she started talking to him which was after his parents’ death. His eyes met her and she felt somehting in her chest she never felt before. She felt heavy and weightless at the same time.

“Because I like you.” And with that, she grabbed his cheeks with both of her hands and pulled him down to her, crashing her lips against his.

For the first time since she stopped truly dancing, she felt right.

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photos from lucy’s disposable after the NYC trip 💛💛💛

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chapter one part one

The house was just as empty as always. The large glass windows covering every wall made it feel like a fishbowl. If it wasn’t for the large gate and winding driveway to the house, Stella would have felt completely unsafe. Then again, Stella hadn’t felt safe for a year. Not since Alison disappeared.

September first was a warm day in California. Adorned in her pajamas from the night before, Stella made her way through the kitchen. She was hungry, craving everything and anything. It was cliche but she especially wanted some peanut butter and pickles. One hand cradling her stomach which was now visibly showing, the other rubbing a sore in her neck. She was so focused on the hungry pang in her stomach she didn’t even notice the other presence in the room. “Good morning.” The raspy voice called out, calling her attention the guy sitting at the counter, a half-eaten bowl of cereal in front of him.

“Hunter, you’re up early.” Stella teased, sending her stepbrother a knowing smirk. She knew he was out all last night with some friends. Probably going to some A-lister parties due to the privilege of having Grant Carter as his step-dad. She went out a few times this summer with him for a few lunch dates with him and his socialite friends. But once her photo ended up on a tabloid wondering who this mystery girl was, she stopped. She couldn’t be caught. Not in her state, and not attached to her parents’ names.

Hunter just scoffed in response, shoveling more Frosted Flakes into his mouth. “Could say the same to you, Balloon.”

“Wow, nice. Make fun of the pregnant girl.” She shot back immediately, not paying too much attention as she shifted through the fridge, the cool air that gushed out refreshing her in the Cali heat. It was full of organic food: kale, tofu, and rows upon rows of green cleanse juices. Karolina was a little eccentric, to say the least. Settling on one of Rosie’s organic and vegan brand Go-Gurts, she turned back to Hunter. “How the Hell did you get sugar cereal into this prison?”

Hunter laughed loudly, his laugh much more giggly than deep. He grinned, his dimples deep. He looked like a puppy when he grinned like that, amusement evident on his face. “I thought you were warming up to the Brady Bunch Stells.” It couldn’t have been more ironic. Her dad’s new family were the ‘Brady’s and they were just as perfect. Karolina was the sweetest woman, but also strong and the mayor of the town. She oozed power but also was super motherly and caring. The closest to a mother figure Stella could ever have. Hunter was fun. He always knew how to make Stella laugh, and they used to go out a lot together hitting every VIP club and bar they could hit when she visited. Then there was Kayla. One would expect Stella and Kayla to be neck to neck. That Kayla would be an evil step sister just like in the movies. Well, she had her moments but nothing worse than a typical 14-year-old girl who’s a little privileged. Kayla probably would have been a little monster if she didn’t love the idea of having a new shopping buddy and someone to watch trashy reality tv with.

“Oh God, don’t act like I ever hated you guys. I’m pretty sure I stayed for Christmas a year after the quote en quote scandal. I just feel more comfortable now with everyone. Plus, I’m very grateful that Karolina has been so kind considering...” She trailed off, gesturing to the bump at her stomach. “Gianni pretty much screamed his head off at me for two hours straight. I swear it was the most we have talked since I was born and it was 95% Italian and profanities.”

Hunter laughed again, but this time it was much shorter, his usual wide grin dropping slightly. His eyes were filled with concern, making Stella slightly uncomfortable as she felt the mood drop in the room, She focused instead, on the stubborn plastic on the Go-Gurt, finally managing to open the tube, and eating some despite the sudden loss of appetite.

“We all make mistakes, Stells. It’ll get better.”

Only if Hunter knew. If he knew what news was going to be delivered that morning. What mistakes were really going to catch up to Stella. How there was no chance anything was going to get ‘better.’

Willa was 4 months old, resting on Stella’s hip as she surveyed the empty house, bouncing her lightly. The last thing she needed right now was a baby crying. It was hard being in Rosewood. Back to where everything happened. Where she lost Alison. The town had obviously changed since she was gone, or maybe she just did. She was used to sunny California where a girl hadn’t been missing for a year. Sunny California where she was always surrounded by people, her family.

She didn’t know how much she missed it until her feet hit the cold marble floor. The house felt more barren than it ever has. Probably because she was expecting her father and Raphael. Of course, they didn’t come. She was too much of a shame now to her extraordinary designer of a father. Dropping her bag on the floor, she made her way upstairs towards her room. Walking down the long hallway her curiosity peaked when she noticed one of the guest room’s doors were open, light flittering out from the crack. She moved slowly to the door, furrowing her eyebrows together in confusion. Was someone else here? Did Gianni decide to see her after all? Pushing open the wooden door slowly she peeked inside.

What was inside surprised her more than the presence of her own father could. Pictures of animals hung on the wall, a cushy rug on the floor, and assortments of pillows and cloths. As well as a crib. Her father made a nursery for her. Well, he paid someone to make it for her. But the thought meant everything. It was most likely Raphael’s idea, being the softy he is, but for Gianni to actually make it happen was a huge step.

“Willa, look! Your room is so pretty...” She looked down at the little angelic face that was her daughter, a smile on her lips. She couldn’t help but love the precious little being she held in her arms, how her eyes were slowly fluttering closed. Exhaustion was hitting her just like it was her mom. Both had a long journey from California to Pennsylvania. Letting out a breath of relief, Stella carried her babe gently, placing her down in the new soft padding of the crip. “Get a good rest tonight sweetheart.” She cooed, leaning down and pressing a kiss on the baby’s smooth forehead. Already passed out, Willa’s small breaths were audible. Stella could have watched her for ages, looking down at her from above the crib, a distant look on her face. Life without Willa in it feels like a different reality, something very far away. A life where she had Alison.

“Stella?” Grant Carter’s booming voice echoed off the large corridor’s walls. “Stella!” He called again, sounding closer. Stella straightened up, her eyes meeting Hunter’s, both kids with wide eyes. Grant Carter was always cool and collected even in the midst of big films when tensions and stress should have been high. But here he was yelling around the house with such agency.

“Dad? I’m in the kitchen!” Stella called back, a frown etching itself into her face. Her body surged with worry. Something in her gut was telling her something bad was happening, that whatever her father was going to say was going to change her life. She was correct.

Grant Carter in his infamous white V-neck tee and faded jeans turned around the corner. He was a typical attractive man in his 40s with tan skin and salt and pepper hair. He looked like a movie star and acted like one too. But he was acting much different than usual. He was stiff, his eyes sharp, and his frown deep.

“Dad, what is it?” Stella asked, bracing herself for the worst as her father opened and closed his mouth repeatedly trying to find his words. He was always better at presenting his thoughts visually. “Dad?”

“It’s Alison. Mr. Dilaurentis called. She’s missing.”

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name: stella rose bianchi-carter (aka “”carter rose””)

alias: katherine pierce

age: 17 (held back in kindergarten)

family: dad- grant carter (45), father- gianni bianchi (46), step mom- karolina brady carter (40), half sister- rosie carter (5), step brother- hunter brady (17), step sister- kayla brady (15), gianni’s current boyfriend of 5 months- raphael lapointe (28), daughter- willa lucetta bianchi (2 months old)

backstory (before rosewood): grew up in california, gianni constructing NYFW runways in their beverly hills home, and grant constantly filming in hollywood. gianni bianchi the famous designer of “bygianni” and grant carter famous director who has worked with the biggest names from leonardo dicaprio to meryl streep. stella rose would have been the most popular girl in school however, her parents decided to hide her name ‘carter rose’ and put her through public school so she could “stay humble” (it was definitely grant’s idea and not gianni’s). she was shielded from the public eye, thanks to her parents. they were a happy family until gianni and grant divorced. grant got fed up with gianni’s constant travelling and dissonance, and cheated on his husband with a woman called karolina brady. she was found to be pregnant when the divorce papers were being processed. they both married shortly. meanwhile, gianni wanted a break from the design scene and in an attempt to “”humble”” himself to not lose himself like he did to earn the divorce- he moved him and stella to rosewood pennsylvania, a small town. this “”humble”” idea was just a front. gianni probably spent 5 minutes total in rosewood, abandoning his daughter for the fashion and beaus in new york city constantly.

before “”that night””: carter was to fend for herself at a new school, only to become quick friends with alison dilaurentis. despite the girls being rather opposites, they bonded over their wild sides and interest in being someone they weren’t. they were best of friends. inseperable. alison closer to carter than any of the liars. carter wasn’t close to the liars at all, and instead hung out with her best friend max reed if it wasn’t alison. her and alison would go out under different names, and were each other party buddies. but when carter gets pregnant (whoops) she is sent off back to california to deal with the pregnancy. she wasn’t there for alison’s death and only arrives back for the funeral and back to stay after child birth.

personality: kind and caring (would always reprimand alison for her bullying), wild and adventurous when she wanted to be, seemed like she had two sides at times sweet and nice vs crazy party girl, sarcastic dry humour, flirty, rather smart, artsy, creative, free-spirited, curious, open, pretty mysterious to some, more nurturing and mature (after birth)

secrets: pregnancy/ why she really went to california, lying about her age, bisexuality, relationship with jason dilaurentis, who her parents are

friends: alison dilaurentis & max reed (best friends), holden, caleb rivers, the liars

relationships: ezra fitz, jason dilaurentis, noel kahn, emily fields

enemies: ian thomas, melissa hastings, cece drake (unknowingly), paige mccullers, jenna marshall, detective wilden