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The Haunting of Bly Manor episode 1: The Great Good Place

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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 ― ADDIE

Finley: Legends 😍😍

Finley: Actually... I might take you up on that.

Finley: Not sure how yet but we're only getting back the day before and I think I might've bitten off more than I can chew here.

Finley: A sculpture! I don't think I could come up with anything better. I reckon she'd absolutely love that, Adds.

Addie: He is 💕

Addie: Please do.

Addie: I've organized enough parties in my lifetime, whatever you need I'll gladly help. You enjoy your roadtrip and pay attention to the birthday girl, I can help you handle the rest.

Addie: You really think so? Okay, I might. I'll have to think of what about. Maybe a goddess...

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𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 ⟶ addie

Aubrey: ♥️♥️♥️

Aubrey: Thank you. You two are literally too adorable 😍

Aubrey: I actually think I got these at Victoria’s Secret.

Aubrey: They kinda both make me feel pretty sexy...

Aubrey: But is it too much?

Aubrey: Or do I just... totally go for it? 😂

Addie: Please look at you and Finley, you guys are the cutest and I've been waiting SO LONG for you two to finally get together.

Addie: Just go with it, definitely.

Addie: It's never too much if you really wanna do it!

Addie: Do you wanna do it?

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𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳 ⇾ 𝖧𝖴𝖲𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖣💕

Wolfey: Are you suggesting we unleash a sex tape, Mrs. Wolfe?

Wolfey: Just how happy would this make you?

Addie: Or unleash a sex tape with Drew. I'll give you a pass.

Addie: Not as happy as marrying the love of my life.

Addie: But very happy. Only if it would make you happy too.

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𝖣𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗇 𝖶𝗈𝗅𝖿𝖾:

          𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 total show-off. Showing off, in all due respect, was what Dillon did best. It was the one thing he excelled at. Did he live for his cocky stage persona? Absolutely. Did it leave the fans eating right out of the palm of his hand, wanting more each night and at every gig? You bet. Maybe knowing Adelaide had had her eyes on him had made him even cockier. Maybe it was the thrill of feeling like he was trying to win over the heart of the one and only girl of his dreams all over again. The way her gorgeous figure moved as swiftly towards the stage like some beautiful otherworld-like creature left him feeling even more smug as she addressed him. How lucky he was to have found someone like her, indeed. 

          “Are you… threatening me, Mrs. Wolfe?”  His fingers remained curled around the black microphone as he willingly indulged her. Flirting with her never grew old. Even ten years later. Even with the ring on her finger. Both rings. The one he had asked her to marry with that one fateful night in August and the almighty big one. The one ring to rule them all. To this day, to even have a Mrs. Wolfe walk around this one green earth was baffling to him. Drew standing up from behind his drum kit and walking off backstage was a sure enough sign that rehearsal — at least for a few minutes — appeared to be over.  “And swoon they shall indeed,”  he chuckled, as full of himself as he jumped over the ledge and joined her. Pulling her into his tight embrace with his arms wrapped around her waist and eyes dark enough to pierce into this beautiful creature’s very soul as he did exactly as he had just been requested.  “Is it too much, though? You and I both know perfection doesn’t necessarily come naturally to me.”

There weren’t many people who truly knew Adelaide Atkins. Certainly, people knew Adelaide Wolfe, the woman who had it all together; who balanced raising an anarchic teenager, being a wife to a musician and managing her very own b&b. However, as far as she was concerned only a couple people had the opportunity (and, at times, the burden) to know Adelaide Atkins; the complex paradox Peechtree Georgia had spawned. Eddie; her dear brother who had endured it all by her side and Dillon. the sweet and loving man who had heard it all, who had seen the best and worst of her and still chose to love her every single day. The man who had sat down and had listen to her speak about her disastrous childhood, about who her parents really were and had not back down from marrying her, loved her fully, even the parts of herself she didn’t liked some days.

Alas, if someone knew Adelaide’s threats were (normally) not meant to be taken lightly, that was the man smirking at her with those piercing eyes that continuously made her skin burn. And yet, life by his side was already against everything she had ever imagined. “Me? Threatening? I could never, Mr Wolfe. Merely a warning” she shot back, brown doe eyes never once leaving her husband as he moved, as he stepped from the persona he was onstage to the Dillon he only granted a few people the opportunity to meet, Adelaide happened to love both. Before him, the eldest Atkins had never come close to considering a committed relationship and now, a ring around her finger remained a constant reminder of her love for the musician, a lifeline. Instinctively, the brunette wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, slim fingers running through his curls idly, thinking of ways to maybe, hopefully, ease his mind. “Don’t doubt yourself, trust me. You shine. It’s never too much, be you and do what you love, people will immediately fall in love with you. Wasn’t you who told me people don’t want perfect and fabricated?”

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thenicsloane​:

nicola’s schedule has never been not hectic ever since she has started her strip club, always making connections with other people, entertaining proposals from clients, meeting with people who could potentially manage new branches in other states and out of the country. she almost not never have the time for herself, slow down. the blonde’s always up on her feet, running the business that she would have time to relax during work, nursing a glass of mojito in hand when all the noise in her club dies down.

today though, she decided to actually slow down for herself for once, taking a little stroll around and going to this coffee shop which has beautiful surroundings, it was a bit therapeutic, if you ask her. she’s ordered her usual and took her place by the vacant space near the coffee shop’s window, just taking in the peace beneath the chaos of this city with people strolling by, running to work, taking their little jogs, walking their dogs…though what’s gotten her attention is the brunette not so far away who has been staring at her for a while now. she couldn’t resist but get up and move to the vacant chair opposite of the other’s. “you’re not going to be lectured with the staring, if you are.” nicola says with a teasing grin on her face. “but go on with your explanation, i’m listening.”

As much as Adelaide appreciated days off (and she certainly did, managing a b&b on her own was not an easy task), she often found herself dreading them to no end. The brunette had learned to make herself useful for a young age, to always think of everyone else’s needs, always ready to be needed and to live up to the expectations of those around her. It was idle moments where she was left alone with her thoughts that made her slightly uncomfortable; if anything for the memories that sometimes flooded her head when it was only her. Alas; art. The ultimate savior.

Watching the older woman move graciously from her own table to the one Adelaide herself had chosen for the evening made the b&b owner smile every so slightly, moving her stuff out of the way to grant the stranger some space, cheeks a darker shade of red as the elder woman spoke. “Would you give other strangers a lecture for staring? I may be slightly curious of how that’d look like” Addie chuckled. Then, she bit her lip. “I’m an artist, kinda. The light... it was hitting your face just right.”

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𝖱𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋:

Rowan was possibly the least violent individual he knew. As a child he’d thought it was a flaw. That’s what he’d been taught when he was young anyway. And then when he’d moved to the city and suffered from the hands of cruel children who found it amusing he neither spoke nor fought back, he’d still considered it a flaw of his to be unable to respond physically the way he felt he should have. But eventually he’d grown fond of that fact, comfortable with himself the way he was. Maybe he wasn’t a fighter, but the world needed more healers than fighters anyway, did it not? Still, it made him all the more flustered and upset that he was in this state now, that he hadn’t even tried to hit one of them or shove them off, he’d just taken what they’d given him with his hands above his head, hoping that would help.

He looked at Adelaide’s hand, and then reached for it with his own free hand before she’d even finished speaking, already getting safe and warm vibes from her that comforted him. Rowan nodded his head slowly, agreeing to go with her, knowing he was in no state to try and find his own way to a safe place at the moment. “I’m Rowan,” he said after a moment or two, brows furrowing together a bit. “I-I don’t know right now,” he admitted nervously.

Adelaide had learned self defence from a very young age, primarily out of survival. Looking back at the years spent in Georgia, it was almost ludicrous to her, thinking a child had to learn to throw a punch in order to feel safe in their own home— yet it was a skill she was grateful for; like many other skills he had learned while under her parent’s roof. Perhaps the reason why she had learned them wasn’t something she kept in mind, but the skills themselves were something she often found herself occupying. Like picking locks or counting cards. How to break a nose with one clean punch probably was in number one of that list.

As the young man agreed on going with her, she grinned warmly, offering her arm for the other to take in case he needed help supporting himself. “Rowan, let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll figure out what to do, okay?” she suggested as she began to walk, slowly, towards her home. Adelaide pondered, if either her husband or her brother would be home. She knew none would mind her bringing a wounded stranger home, but the least she wanted was to make Rowan more nervous. “Those— arseholes. Did they take anything?” she questioned 

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𝖠𝗂𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝖪𝖺𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇:

Despite still having a lot to do for her dance studio’s upcoming recital, Aiyla decided to take some time off because she needed to reenergize herself. That was why she was seated in a coffee shop that she recently discovered with a book in one hand and a latte in the other. It was only when she reached her third chapter for the day that she closed the book and raised her latte to her lips, and that was also when she noticed the other woman looking at her. She was not going to ask why because maybe it was just a figment of her imagination but the other woman defended herself and that was more than enough proof for Aiyla. “I think you were.”, she responded with a quick laugh. “I am not angry if that’s what you are worried about! I promise. But I would like to hear the explanation.”

A bashful chuckle escaped Addie’s lips, exhaling deeply as the other explained she really wasn’t bothered. One of the things she disliked the most about doing art (and there wasn’t many things she could list, Adelaide loved creating, loved being able to express herself through something other than words, loved having something that would outlive her) was how embarrassing it could be, to listen to the muses when they called for her. “You’re awfully nice. I don’t know if many would react the same way. In fact, I know many wouldn’t” she chuckled, taking her sketchpad and opening it in front of the other on the page she had been using, the unfinished portrait visible. “Not sure if that makes it better or worse.”

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𝖮𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝖭𝗂𝗅𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇​:

Olivia had been sat reading her novel in her favourite coffee shop having spent all day reading through essays, desperately in need of a break from low effort, frankly ridiculous interpretations of Of Mice And Men, opting to read something a little more to her taste. She’d gotten herself a drink and sat down on a table in the corner of the shop, completely oblivious to the world around her as she lost herself in the fictional world at her fingertips. That was, until the sensation of someone’s eyes being fixed on her distracted her from her reverie, drawing her attention up to a woman who quickly closed the sketchbook in front of her, immediately defending herself before Olivia could even utter one syllable. She couldn’t help but smile at the reaction of the stranger, and she let out a quiet laugh as she lowered her book and looked at her questioningly. “I don’t mind at all. It’s always very flattering to be able to grab someone’s attention so much. But I would love to know this explanation anyway,” she responded, her smile warm and friendly.

The B&B owner busied her lower lip with her teeth, eyes traveling from the kind woman to her sketchbook and then back at the other, thinking of possible outcomes where she didn’t look like a creep and yet she found none. “I hope this doesn’t come off the wrong way” she began, leaning over so the other could hear her. “You look lovely reading” Adelaide finally responded, opening up her sketchbook. “You get this— glint in your eye, it’s really nice” she tried to explain herself, shaking her head with a chuckle. “I’m not helping my case, I’m so sorry. I am not making much sense, am I?” Then, Adelaide proceeded to tear up the page she had been sketching on, sliding it across her table for the other to see.

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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 ― OPEN

Finley: The Albion. Saturday the 13th at 7pm. I'm throwing Aubs a surprise party for her 30th and you best be in x

Finley: And don’t tell her, obviously. God knows I’m trying very hard not to.

Addie: You know we wouldn't miss it for the world ❤️

Addie: Is there anything I can do to help? Food, whatever you need, count on it.

Addie: In fact, I was about to text you... help me find her a gift? Everything I can come up with doesn't seem enough!

Addie: Maybe a sculpture? I can try to do something for her

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the "Point", my dear agitators, co-conspirators, and revolutionaries, is kindness

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𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳 ⇾ 𝖧𝖴𝖲𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖣💕

Wolfey: You know your husband well.

Wolfey: Alas, I have a certain air of mystery to uphold. Can’t be giving too much away. Need to be selling an album soon.

Wolfey: Do you want a puppy or a baby with me?

Wolfey: He is very cute indeed.

Addie: I've grown accustomed to him over the last ten years.

Addie: What sells better than an scandal? Better yet, a sex scandal?

Addie: Can't you indulge your wife and give her both? I know you can multitask.

Addie: Ed and I will compromise and let you name him...

Addie: I am totally aware of what that entails and yes, I will be expecting Star Wars references.

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𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 ⟶ addie

Aubrey: 😂😂 Doesn’t it?

Aubrey: I’m super excited ♥️

Aubrey: I may or may not already have a few things picked out so far...

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Aubrey: I just can’t seem to decide on whether to go with the black or the red.

Addie: Have fun, lady. Your present and dinner on me and Eddie will be waiting for you here when you return❤️

Addie: Ooooh CUTE. You have to tell me where you got them.

Addie: Which one makes you feel sexier? Or which one makes you look at yourself and say 'I look amazing, I shouldn't be allowed to look THIs good'?

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𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 ⟶ addie

Aubrey: Is it van appropriate? 🙈

Aubrey: I'm glad you aren't judging me.

Aubrey: It's gonna be my 30th birthday soon and he kindly offered to drive us all the way down to Florence to celebrate ♥️

Aubrey: Which basically means having to drive through like 8 different states since it's like a ten hour journey.

Addie: That does impose a predicament... you can make it work. We can find you something comfortable and pretty.

Addie: Never, especially not about lingerie, it really can make you feel different.

Addie: Ooh that sounds fun! Who knew Finley could be such a romantic! Are you excited for your road trip? ☺️

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𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳 ⇾ 𝖧𝖴𝖲𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖣💕

Wolfey: I do think that would ultimately be the death of me.

Wolfey: Both of those things. Us, pregnant? I'd be running around Brooklyn naked as we speak.

Wolfey: Who is this tiny little fella and why are you holding him?

Addie: Oh so take the pictures and send them next time you are in a business meeting you say, got it.

Addie: You don't need us to be pregnant to fulfil your dream of becoming an exhibitionist.

Addie: I cannot wait to see you become a dad. You're gonna be amazing and you're gonna turn them into such nerds, I'm gonna have a ball seeing it.

Addie: Eddie found him. He was all by himself, cold, hungry and so scared. I guess his mom abandoned him and ever since we gave him a bath, he hasn't left my side, love.

Addie: He doesn't have a name, Ed says he's about four months old. Isn't he the cutest, Dill?

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𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳 ⇾ 𝖧𝖴𝖲𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖣💕

Wolfey: You're pregnant.

Wolfey: Wait.

Wolfey: No.

Wolfey: That doesn't make any sense.

Wolfey: Why would you text me that? That's crazy.

Wolfey: You are...

Wolfey: Trying to get me to agree on something.

Wolfey: Very sexily, if I may be so bold.

( ... )

Wolfey: Christ.

Wolfey: YES. Of course I love you.

Wolfey: The universe conspired for me to be with you.

Addie: Smart husband.

Addie: Of course I wouldn't tell you over a text, Wolfe.

Addie: You think me being cunning is sexy, look at you.

Addie: If I sent you racey pictures of me in that red thing you like so much to try and get you to agree to anything... would that work?

Addie: You are the absolute love of my life💕💕💕

Addie: [sent attachment https://f.ls/TdWo7]

Addie: Someone says hi.