#Georgina the doll

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New Year, New Challenges.

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy content warning ahead! - all the children are over 18!, cheating/publicized cheating, swearing, fights, separation of parents/divorce, alcohol and the consumption of, pregnancy mentions, abortions and medication relating to said topic, lots of tears, a few punches are thrown, throwing up, blood mentions, family therapy sessions, the dads are in over their heads, Charles is bamboozled as is Carlos and Pierre (all separate reasons), drunk teenagers, google translated French and Spanish. 

Word Count: 4.9k

Author’s Note: so many of you guys have been asking for an update to daddy and me + three, so here it is! it's a jam packed on so hopefully this holds y’all over lmao - there is heavy content in this, please check warnings before reading. 

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Oliver’s 19th birthday was set to be an affair as dramatic as he was; booze, flair and fun was what the invite read when he showed you a few weeks back. 

As most events started, all of the children rounded up at the Leclerc house and headed out from there, the 6 of them heading to dinner with Georgina and Adrian meeting them there before they head to the club for the night. 

It was approaching 3:30 in the morning when the front door swung open - you, Charles and Carlos were all sitting in the kitchen. Sofia’s voice was coming from the foyer, the intensity matches the clicks of her heels on the tile floors.

Her father was waiting for her, the two of them would be on a flight heading to Spain in a few hours for her grandfather’s birthday. Hence why he was at yours, knowing that the kids would be getting in late and he figured it was best for her to freshen up by yours and head to the airport from there. 

What he wasn’t expecting were the words coming out of her mouth; “fuck you Christopher! You’re just like my fucking father. I refuse to end up like my mother.” 

The look of sheer mortification that covered her face when she saw her father in the kitchen was enough to make her sick to her stomach; the sudden taste of tequila creeps up the back of her throat before she runs out the backdoor. 

You could see the horror on Carlos’s face, the heartbreak setting in but her words replaying in his head as he realized what she said to Christopher, the man in the doorway. 

“You cheated on my daughter?!” Carlos shouts at him, already out of his seat. Charles was up right after him, putting himself between his son and his friend. 

Charles looks at you, his hands against his friend’s shoulders to push him back. Christopher was already rattling on an explanation to Carlos as soberly as he could and you took that as your chance to go out and check on Sofia. 

“Sof?” You called, stepping into the yard. 

The soft sniffles came from the swing set in the corner of the yard; you could see a figure in the dark, the light on the back patio brightened the yard just enough to make her out. As you made your way over to her, you thought back to the time she was 6 years old and Christopher had broken her favourite doll. She was in fits until Charles glued it back together for her but the entire time, she hid outside on the swings.

“Darling,” you rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle her. She turned to you in tears, her makeup smudged as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.

You can’t help but feel sorry for the girl, your heart breaking into pieces when you pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into your chest as you rubbed her back. 

You sat next to her on the empty swing. “What for?” 

“For causing a scene, I didn’t mean to lose it like that.” 

“It’s okay,” you reached over to pat her hand. “You’ve got your father’s flare for dramatics.” You joked, hoping to lighten the mood. The mention of her father caused the tears to start again and you’ve gotten up, hugging the girl once again. 

“I didn’t know he was there.” 

“I know, and it's okay. He knows you didn’t mean it to hurt him.” You looked down at the girl, your hands cupping her face; she looked so innocent and little. You can feel the pieces of your heart breaking as you look at her. “It's okay to be mad at your dad, given everything that’s happened.. and Christopher too.” 

You weren’t even sure if he did cheat on her, you prayed to god that he didn’t but the last thing she needed at the moment was you taking his side over hers. 

Sofia has had a hard few months; her father’s cheating was publicized all over the news in Spain and all over social media through the racing community, her parents’ picture-perfect marriage fell apart in front of her and she watched as her mother packed her bags, along with her sisters and moved back home to Spain. Sofia stayed in Monaco for school and her father stayed with her; despite the cheating, which she knew he did, she didn’t side with her mother. 

She had always been Carlos’s favourite and she knew as much - it wasn’t fair to her for her to feel like she couldn't be mad at him because of that. 

“I know I should hate him,” she sniffled, pulling away from you. “I can’t.. he’s my dad.” 

“I know baby, I know.” You wiped her face with the inner side of your shirt. “Do you want to talk to him? I can ask him to come out here.” 

“Could you?” 

“Of course,” you smiled at the girl, kissing her forehead before walking back to the house. 

The three men were all on guard, waiting for one of the three to swing first. It felt a bit odd to be walking into something like that but you cleared your throat when you walked through the back door. 

“She wants to talk to you.” You say and Christopher takes a step towards you but you hold your hand out to stop him. “Not you,” you turn to Carlos, “you.” 

In the moments it takes you to tell Carlos what Sofia said, Charles is pulling Christopher away to the living room. You follow them once the backdoor slides shut. 

“You cheated on her?” You started on your son, “I cannot fucking believe you’d do that to her!” 

“Mom, I didn’t-” 

“Christopher, do not lie to me. Sofia is the best thing to happen to you, that girl has been in love with you since you were ten years old and you cheated on her? What quick fuck could possibly be worth breaking her heart?!” 

“Maman!!” Christopher shouts, his French coming out when he was flustered. “I did not cheat on her!”

You looked at Charles, your husband silent as he listened to his son explain for the second time since he got home what had gone down that night. “Sofia was getting a drink and Georgina comes up to me-” 

The mention of your son’s best friend puts you on edge; she’s a wonderful girl but you knew Sofia was wary of her and Christopher does stupid things when he’s drunk. 

“She was pissed, drunk like there’s no tomorrow and she was asking about Adrain who was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t leave her like that, ma. I had to help her, so she's clinging to me and I'm practically holding her at this point and I drag her through the club to find Adrian. Sofia saw us and assumed something had happened between us; that we kissed. “ 

“And.. did you.. kiss?” You looked at him, hoping for a no.

Christopher shook his head, “ew no! I love Georgina like a sister, mom. I would never cross that line, even if I was drunk. That’s disgusting.” 

You let out a breath of relief you weren’t even aware you were holding. Charles reaches out for you, his hand on your back when you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

These kids will be the death of you. 

“Chris, I love you but sometimes I wonder how you get yourself into these stupid situations.” 

“What was I supposed to do, mom? Leave my best friend drunk and alone?” 

“No, you did the right thing but you knew this is something that’s sensitive to Sof; give her time to cool off before you talk to her, let her fix things with her dad, yeah?”  

“Yeah.” He nods, sighing. You give his arm a squeeze, turning back to look at your husband and before you could speak, the front door is being swung open again. 

Eloise is singing Elton John’s I'm still standing on the top of her lungs and terribly off key - something she picked up from her father- but it was beyond obvious that the girl was drunk. 

Charles is rushing over to Anthony, the boy struggling to keep his girlfriend up as she was over his shoulder. 

You knew your husband was as pissed off as Ellie was drunk but he needed to hold it together. 

She’s his baby, she always will be even though she’s 18 now and old enough to drink; he knew she did it but he never expected her to come up drunk off her ass. 

“What happened?” He asked, helping Anthony put her down. The boy looked like he was about to collapse as well - surely he was drunk too, just not as bad as Eloise was. 

“Uncle Cha, I don’t even know man.” He ran a hand down his face, “she was beside me and next thing you knew, she was drunk and dancing with some girl she just met. I don’t know when she had time to take all of those shots.” 

Charles looked back at you, giving you a glare as you pursed your lips and looked away; there were many evenings before all of you had children that Pierre and Charles would have to carry you out the club after you had drunk your body weight in liquor.

The girl dropped herself against her father when she realized he’s there. “Hi papa!” She grinned at him, goofily you might add.

His face twists when he smells the liquor on him but he still brushes the hair away from her face as he used to do when she was little. “Ma belle, what happened?”

She shrugs, “dunno daddiooooo.” 

You bit back a chuckle, noticing a shadow coming from the front door - you really needed to lock your door. 

“Oh tu es là, bien.” (oh there you are, good.) Pierre pats his son on the shoulder. You looked at your husband’s best friend, confused as to why he's at your house at 4 in the morning. 

“Anto said they were coming here, I figured I'd come and see if you needed help with the kids,” he fills you in and Ellie turns in her father’s arms when she hears the familiar voice. 

“Uncle Pierre!” She squeals, stumbling towards her boyfriend’s father. 

The Frenchman catches the girl, glancing at you the same way your husband did minutes ago when she clings to him. “Quelqu'un s'est amusé ce soir, pas vous ? Je peux sentir l'alcool, ma chérie.” (Somebody had fun tonight, didn't you? I can smell the liquor, sweetheart.) 

She giggled at her uncle, holding onto him. “Oui, enfin du bon fun.” (Yes, finally some good fun.) 

Charles had looked more worried now than he did when he found the pregnancy test in her room. Pierre gives his friend a look, “I got her,” he tells him, picking up the girl. 

He held her, carrying her like a princess as she used to say as a kid when Pierre took her to bed; some things never changed. Anthony followed his father upstairs while you comforted your husband over the changing of times. He went to check on Carlos and Sofia while you got some water and something for Ellie to eat to sober up. 

Pierre puts the girl down on her bed, pulling her shoes off so she can get comfortable. Anthony replaces his father by her bedside while he goes to get the trash can. 

Eloise reaches for her boyfriend’s hand, looking at him with eyes full of tears. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, knuckles brushing over her soft cheek. She sniffles, holding back the tears. 

“I wish I had kept it,” Eloise whispers to him and Anthony looks at the girl, confused. “Wish you kept what, amour?” 

“The baby.” 

Pierre was right outside her door but he froze, off to the side as he heard the words; he knew he should leave, he shouldn't be listening to their conversation but he couldn't pull himself away. 

“What baby, Eloise?” Anthony’s eyes scan her face for some sort of an answer. 

“Our baby.” 

“We never had a baby.” 

“We almost did.” She whispers to him, the tears rolling down her face.

“Wha- the test was negative, Ellie. You weren’t pregnant. You’re drunk, mon ange. Get some rest, you don’t know what you’re talk-” 

“I was pregnant, Anthony.” Eloise stops him, forcing herself to sit up. “The test my dad found.. that was after.” 

Anthony’s brain is running in overdrive, his heart pumping out of his chest as he takes in all the information she dropped on him. “After what?” He asks and she doesn’t answer. 

He grabbed her hand, pulling slightly to get her focus back. “After what, Eloise?” 

Her eyes met his ocean blue ones, the same eyes she could see her whole future in and now, it felt as if it was disappearing from her. 

“Eloise, answer me.” 

“After the abortion.” 

Anthony sat there in silence; his head spinning as he tried to make sense of it. She was pregnant with his baby, their baby and she.. got rid of it?

It didn’t make sense. 

Eloise loved him and Anthony loved her, she’d never do that. 

The tears rolled down her fair cheeks, her hands gripping his wrists. “Anto.. please, say something.” 

“You were pregnant, with our baby.” He finally brings himself to speak. She nods, unable to talk without breaking down further into tears. “Why.. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you tell anyone?” 

“Gabe knew,” she whispers, “he took me.” 

Anthony was seeing red at this point; partly toward Eloise for getting the abortion and not telling him but mostly towards his brother in law for taking her. Anthony loved Eloise with every fibre of his being, he'd give his life for hers if that meant she'd be happy; he would have dropped everything to raise a family with her. 

HIs heart shattered into a million pieces over what could have been. 

He didn’t stop to think how she must have felt to go through that alone when he stormed out the room. “Anthony, please!” She shouted after him, far too weak to get up. 

Anthony sees his father by Eloise’s room when he rounds the corner to the stairs. Pierre gave his son an apologetic look, his own sense of distraught coming into play for both his son and his son’s girlfriend.

The man finds her in tears, her hand pressed to her chest as she tries to breathe. Pierre rushes to her side, holding her as he rubbed her back; “slow breaths, princess. In and out. I'm right here.” 

Anthony’s heavy footsteps caused Charles to look into the hallway, about to shout for the boy but he was already out the door, the wooden door slamming shut. 

“Jesus,” you huffed, looking from the kitchen. “What was that about?” You asked your husband, the man glanced at you, the door and then up the stairs. 

You can see his train of thought in front of you and you’re behind him the moment he heads up the stairs. Charles is rushing into the room, sitting on the other side of Eloise, both her father and his best friend doting over the girl. You wanted to join them but you stayed by the end of the bed, figuring that she’d been a bit of space. 

Judging by the look on her face and who just ran out the front door, you were almost certain you knew what had happened upstairs. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Charles rubbed her arm. She can't bring herself to speak, looking at you to fill in her father. Charles follows her glance and looks at you, “babe.. what’s-” 

“Was it the..” you trailed off, and she nodded. 

Pierre takes that as his sign to step out, giving you two some privacy with your daughter. “She had an abortion, Charles.” 

The shock was written across your husband’s face but he said nothing, instead he held your daughter as she cried. 

He was in shock; he didn’t even know she was pregnant and you knew? You never said anything to him but that was a conversation between you two best left for another time.

Charles goes to say something to you but there’s a loud shout coming from outside and you rush over to the window, checking to see what it was. The boys were shouting at each other, Gabriel on the floor with Anthony screaming at him. 

You look back at your husband, yet another wordless exchange and you rush downstairs. 

Outside, the scene unfolds; Anthony punches Gabriel square across the jaw when he sees him. “What the fuck?!” Oliver shouts, helping his boyfriend up. 

“Why the fuck did you punch me?” Gabriel groaned, rubbing his jaw. 

Anthony’s cheeks were covered in tears, the blind rage he was in fuelling his hatred for Gabriel at the moment. “How could you do that? To me? To your sister?” He shouted, going to hit Gabriel again. 

Oliver looks between the men, realizing he's clearly missing a piece of the puzzle. “Babe, what did you do?” He asked, a bit afraid of the answer he was about to get. 

Anthony answers for him; “he took her for an abortion.” 

“Ellie was pregnant ?” Oliver turned to Gabriel, the surprise in his tone and on his face showed Anthony that it was in fact a secret. 

Gabriel doesn’t even have the chance to answer when Anthony swings on him again. Gabriel reacts quickly, punching Anthony before he can get to him. Pierre was coming out when he heard the noise, as was Carlos from the back yard. 

“Hey!” Pierre shouts, you watched from the front step unsure what to do. “Charles!” You shouted from your husband, “hurry!” You shouted again.

Christopher takes this as his chance to see what was happening, slipping past you when he sees the fight. You couldn’t even grab him, the younger twin rushing to defend his brother. Carlos and Pierre are trying to pull them apart, Sofia was shouting at them to stop and poor Oliver was sick, the boy hunched over in your bushes, throwing up what was consumed at the club. Charles comes down and rushes out when he sees them, you walk over to check on Oliver.

At some point after Oliver stops puking, the dads manage to separate the boys; Chris with his father, Gabriel with Carlos and Anthony with Pierre. 

There’s two people walking up your driveway; Georgina and Adrian. 

It was nearly 6am now, the sun starting to cast an orangish hue over Monaco and you needed everyone inside before the streets got busy again. You hold Oliver’s arm to keep him up, “alright that’s enough! Everyone in the fucking house!” You finally raised your voice despite all the chaos, sending everyone into the house. 

The front door was locked after you walked in; a part of you wanted to put a no strays sign considering the amount of drama you’ve had over the last two hours. 

With all the noise, Ellie had come down and ended up joining all of you in the living room. All 8 kids squished onto the couch and on the floor in front of it as you and the dads watched from the fireplace. 

Per usual, they've left you to clean the mess - starting off the makeshift family therapy session. 

“We're gonna solve this in order, okay? I don’t want to hear a word until you're spoken too.” The kids nod, all of them feeling some sense of shame, but they sat there quietly. 

You turned to Anthony, “why’d you punch Gabriel?” 

“Because of..” he trailed off, not wanting to air his dirty laundry to those who didn’t already know. 

Those who knew, understood why he acted the way he did. 

Eloise looked sick, like she was gonna throw up all over the rug and her brother noticed as much, Christopher wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her shoulder, handing her his water bottle. Gabriel butts in, defending himself and his sister. “You can’t be mad, Anto. I only did what was asked of me, I never forced anything on her. She knew if she wanted to keep it, we would have helped her.” 

Anthony looked over at his girlfriend, the sadness and regret mixed across her face. 

She had her father’s fair complexion but never had you seen her look so pale. 

“It’s true,” she says quietly, “Gabe didn’t force me to do anything; he sat with me, made sure I was what I really wanted to do and at the time, it was. I was 17 Anthony, you had just turned 18 - we weren’t ready for that.” 

The room fell silent, the fathers behind you exchanged looks to try and fill each other quietly so they could understand what was happening. 

“I assume Gabriel hit you back in self defence,” you glanced between Anthony and Gabriel before turning to Christopher, “but you, god Chris,” you groaned. “You make some stupid decisions sometimes; why'd you have to get involved?” 

“He was punching my brother, mom. You can’t expect me not to defend him.” 

Charles looks at you, giving your hand a squeeze. “Dites-leur de laisser tomber. Nous n'avons pas besoin de plus de combats.” (Tell them to let it go. We don't need more fighting.) He says to you quietly, you nod in agreement. Pierre got the just of it, nodding to the plan of action. 

“Okay if no one had anything else to add, we're gonna drop this stupid ass fight. What’s happened is all said and done, you're all gonna drop it, yes?” 

You look at your sons and your daughter’s boyfriend, the 3 of them answering with some version of yes. Oliver raises his hand, you nod in his direction waiting for him to speak. 

“I just wanted to say,” he leans over Gabriel to look at Anthony, “that was a weak ass punch.” 

Anthony wasn’t having it with his friend, reaching over Gabriel to smack him but Christopher pulls him back before he can get to him. 

You huff, roll your eyes at the dramatics. “Thank you for that very helpful piece of information, Oli.” 

Oliver grinned, giving you a thumbs up. “Always my pleasure, auntie.” 

In this moment, you can’t help but see Max in Oliver; the wicked grin on his face was identical to his father’s. He was the spitting image of Max, ways and all.

Pierre snickers from behind you and you turn, glaring at the man. He raises his hands in defence, “I can’t help it, that was funny.” Anthony rolls his eyes at his father’s comment but sinks back into the couch. 

The living room was quiet once again and before you get the chance to speak, Georgina starts. “I don’t know what I did to you, but why are you giving me the nastiest look on the planet ?” She purses her lips, looking over at Sofia. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you did.” 

Christopher rests his hand on Sofia’s thigh, which she pushes away. “Sof, please. Don’t start.” 

“No, please do.” Georgina tells her, sitting up a bit more. “What did I do to you?” 

Sofia scoffs, rolling her eyes at Georgina’s lack of self awareness. “You being drunk doesn't excuse the fact that you kissed my boyfriend.” 

Adrian turns to his girlfriend so fast that he’s given himself whiplash, rubbing his neck when he goes, “huh?” 

“I did not kiss Chris! That’s so gross, I mean no offense Chris but like.. ew.” The disgust was evident on her face, looking at her best friend and his girlfriend. “Chris was helping me over to Adrian, I lost him in the club.” 

“So you two didn’t kiss?” Sofia looks between the two friends. 

Chris and Georgina both answer at the same time; “No!” 

She felt a bit bad for the events that had occurred that evening; her screaming match with Christopher, the words she said to her father and about Georgina but nonetheless, she brushed away the feeling. 

“Okay,” she nods, “sorry for assuming.” She says, getting up. “Papá, deberíamos irnos. No queremos perder nuestro vuelo.” (Dad, we should go. We don't want to miss our flight.)  

Carlos nods, getting up from his spot by the fireplace. You turn to your friend, “¿Ustedes dos están bien?” (Are you two okay?) 

He nods, speaking quietly. “Tenemos trabajo que hacer, pero estaremos bien.” (We've got work to do, but we'll be fine.) You smile, giving him a hug before you let him and Sofia walk out. 

Christopher follows them to the door, giving Sofia a hug. “I’m sorry,” she whispers to him, kissing his cheek. He nods, “it’s okay, babe. Have a safe flight, yeah? Text me when you land.” 

“I will,” she smiles, giving him one more squeeze before stepping out. Carlos pats Chris on the shoulder on his way out. 

Georgina was yawning, leaning on Adrian. “Can we just stay here?” He asked you, and you nod. “Of course sweetheart, you know you guys can stay here anytime.” 

“I’ll make the guest room up for you two,” Charles says, getting up and walking down the hallway. 

“I’ll help,” Georgina announces, getting up to follow uncle Charles as the kids deemed him many years ago, down the hallway. 

Oliver gets up as well, helping Gabriel up. “We’re off to bed!” He calls, linking arms with his boyfriend as he holds a tissue to Gabriel's nose. Your oldest looks at you, giving you an apologetic look for the mess he’s made. 

You walk over, kissing his cheek. “It's okay baby,” you held his jaw softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. 

“I’ll help him get cleaned up,” Oliver tells you, nodding to the now dried blood on Gabriel’s face. You smile, giving Oliver’s arm a squeeze before they head upstairs. 

You started clearing up the living room, tidying up the ruckus the boys made on their way in. Anthony gets up, walking over to Eloise. He kneels in front of his girlfriend who looks at him, the tears staining her pale cheeks. 

“Amour,” he starts, holding her jaw. You and Adrian take that as a hint to leave, he helps you pick up a few things and take it to the kitchen. “I love you, no matter what, okay?” He tells her. 

Eloise leans into her boyfriend, her forehead pressed to his. “Will you stay tonight?” 

“Not tonight,” he whispers. “I just.. I need some space tonight.” Eloise nods, understanding that this was a lot of spring on him, she could beg him to stay but it’d do neither of them any good. 

“I love you, always. I’ll be by tomorrow, okay?” He tells her when he stands. 

She nods, “I love you, Anthony.” She looks up at her and he gives her a small smile, the sadness not able to fully hide behind it. Anthony leans down, giving her a kiss before walking away. She blinks away the tears, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. Pierre walks over to her, kissing the top of her head. 

“It’ll be okay,” he tells her quietly, “you’ll be okay, I promise.” He smiles at the girl, giving her a hug. “I hope so.” She whispers and he nods, “you will be.” 

She can hear Christopher and Anthony speaking in the hallway, eventually her brother comes into the living room and helps her up. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”  He holds her to his side as they walk to the stairs. 

“Can I stay with you?” She asks, not wanting to be alone tonight. 

It reminded him of when they were younger and she’d swear she won’t get scared, begging to watch a horror movie with him and Gabriel. In the end, the three of them were squished into one bed because they were too scared to be alone. 

Christopher nods, “of course.” 

Adrian yawns, leaning on the counter as you filled the glasses with water. You slide two over to him, one for him and one for Georgina. “Did you tell your parents you were staying here? So they’re not looking for you?” 

“Yeah, my dad knows we're here but I couldn’t get ahold of Georgina’s parents.” 

“I’ll text George, don’t worry.” You tell him. 

Adrian takes a sip of his water before getting off the stool. “Is it always this crazy here?” 

You can’t help but laugh, “this is a regular Saturday for us, kid.” You walk him to the guest room, Charles was in the hallway getting extra pillows. “You get some sleep, it’s late.. or early? You know what I mean,” you give him a kiss on the temple before Charles hands him the pillows, the two of you leaving them to get some rest. 

Charles grabs your hand, sighing as you two walk to the couch. The curtains were wide open, the sun had risen and the clock on the wall ticked with each passing second - 7:23am. 

You looked over at him when you sat down, your husband’s head tipped back and his eyes closed. You can’t help but reach out and stroke his cheek - “remember when you wanted more kids?” You asked quietly, earning a laugh and a groan from him. 

He opens his eyes, looking over at you with a sleepy smile. “Thank you for telling me no.” 

Now you're laughing, leaning over to give him a kiss. “I love you, Charles.” 

“I love you, y/n. I don’t know what I'd do without you.” 

“Probably lose your mind?” 

He drops his face into your shoulder, nodding. ���Most definitely.” 

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Echo - Georgina Rossetti / Name - Goo Goo Dolls / I once begged someone -Unknown / Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens / Should've Known Better - Richard Marx / Heaven and Purgatory - Austin Friars

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Do you have a list of Toyfolk inhabitants?

The Misfits:

Charles "Charlie" Scopp

Dolores "Dolly" Conley

Eleanor

Gabriel "Gabe" Bianco

Jennifer "Jen " Spagnoletti

Maria Martinez

Melissa "Mel" Ray

Pauline "Paul" Carson

Tabitha "Tammy" Yokoi

André?

Others

Apalala

Brendan

Carol

Flo

Morgan

Cadencia Martinez?

Floretta

Phineas Barnum

Romeo "Candlewick"

Hans

Dorothy "Dollie"

"Moonracer"

Anabel

Ayane Takahashi

Eli "Spots" Banas

Hanuman

Hensley

Molly

Octavia

Silus Zelinski

Suzanne "Zanny" 🏥

"Steadfast Tin Soldier"

"Paper Ballerina Doll"

"Babs"

Fan Characters (this list is incomplete)

Alfons

Alma Irons

Amy "Amy Sh-" Shipperton

Artie

Aster

Barnaby Alberto Alexander

Beatrice "Beau" Pierceson

Bene MaCrane

Bill Stanton

Billie "B.B." Oats

Bobbi

Buster Sweetwater

Butch Franklin

Camille "the Professor" Basset

Carlos

Catherine Hammond

Charlie

Conrad Fothergill

Danzel "Dizzy"

Darcy

Davina & Bronnie

Emit

Eddy/Emi

Elizabeth "Liz" 🏥

Emma

Ezekiel "Zeke" Bridgman

Dr. Ernst 🏥

Fanny 🏥

Freddy "Eddy"

Ganda Green

Georgina George

Gretchen

Gwendoline "Gwen"

Heather Rigger

Horace Parker

Iris Nagi

Isabel "Izzy"

Jane Doe

Janice Ridgewalker

Jason Robbs

Jayden Storm

Jennifer

Jester

Jiro Kanedo

Julia, Thomas, James, and Andrea

Kelly

Kelsey Warren

Dr. Lacey Weaver 🏥

Lux Newton

Levy Atan

Lysandra Atwood-Terpsichore

Madeline

Madilyn "Maddie" Hoek

Mal

Marigold Hartford

Margaret "Margie" Bleeker

Margie

Markley Burke

Mars

Marvin

Mary Annette

Maximilian

Melody

Mike

Milo Otis

Min Hu

Monika

Naomi

Nessa

Nonna Macaw

Odelia Pines

Paul Higgins

Peter Rangers

Petra

Pierce Spotson

Dr. Quentin "Q.T." Darling 🏥

Rachel Thompson

Ralph Patrickson

Richard Tarkin

Rocky

Rodney

Roza Egorova

Ryder Cochran

Sam Greenway

Sandy

Scharlachrot

Sheila

Stanley "Stella" Olson

Sylvik

Taylor Seekins

Terra

Thomas Bower

Tracy Corbett

Walter

[stargazingsims]

2000s Lookbook: Erica Bachelor-Kane (Part 4)

Nair Hair by kiarazurk

F Earrings 01 by jarisimcc

F Necklace 01 by jarisimcc

Luna Top by sentate

Large Diamond Ring by glitterberryfly (TSR)

Tasmin Skirt by sentate

Barbie Open Toe Heels by serenity

Clip Claw Updo Roots by stargazingsims

Comfy Oversized Hoodie by nucrests

Comfy Joggers by nucrests

Hannah Hair by joshseoh

All in Wraps Sweater by joliebean

Georgina Pants by sentate

Ballet Flats - Mary Jane by dallasgirl79

Hudson Hair V1 by greenllamas

Hudson Hair Claw Clip Overlay by stargazingsims

Eyebags by kismetsims

Comfy Oversize Tee by nucrests

Puppy Slippers by simlaughlove

Holiday Hat by nolansims

Selina Diamond Bracelet by rustys-cc

Ballet Flats - Bow by dallasgirl79

Marzia Necklace by ciao-cc

Drift Jacket by greenllamas

Full Seat Breeches by turkeywitch

Valtteri Boots by domaine-du-fleau

Icy Curve Dangle Earrings by christopher067

TS2 Night Life Dress Conversion by kiarazurk

Champagne High Heels by ciao-cc

Petrichor Necklace by powluna

Midge Wrap Dress by ice-creamforbreakfast

Cable-Knit Sweater Set by kiarazurk

Ballet Flats - Plain by dallasgirl79

Chrysalis Necklace by Christopher067

Baby Doll Dress by simlaughlove

High Tights Footless by kiarazurk

[cinemaocd]

Ten Characters from Ten Shows

Babylon Berlin: Malu Seegers

Call the Midwife: Jenny Lee

The Great: Georgina Dymova

The Lazarus Project: Dennis Rebrov

I, Claudius: Herod Agrippa

Yellowjackets: Shauna Shipman

The O.C.: Ryan Atwood

Russian Doll: Maxine

Spooks: Ruth Evershed

The Mirror and the Light: The Lady Mary

Thanks, @air-mechanical for the tag.

I'm tagging: @power-chords, @green-like-the-sky, @tenderlady, @iwantadecentblogname, @haredjarris

and anyone else who wants to play!

[deadolloading]

Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

Acepto escribir

Relaciones poliamorosas.

Dolor/comodidad.

Pelusa.

Amor, oc x character

No acepto escribir

Incesto

Sexo/NSFW

Violencia

Pedofilia, zoofilia

Relaciones altamente tóxicas

Fandoms y personajes para los que escribo !

Videojuegos

Phantom of the Opera - MazM

Christine Daae Sorelli Dupont Melek Levni Detective Hatim Eric

Genshin Impact

Sucrose Rosaria Beidou Amber Kaeya Diluc Jean Aloy Lisa

Mario Bros

Princess Peach Princess Daisy Rosalina Pauline Mario Luigi

Cuphead

Baroness Von Bon Bon Chef Saltbaker Cala Maria Hilda Berg

Five Night's at Freddy's

Michael Afton William Afton Henry Emily Clara Afton Animatronics

Sims 4

Elvira Lapida

Series/Anime/ARG

The Mandela Catalogo

Cesar Torres Mark Heathcliff Adam Murray Jonah Marshall Arcangel Gabriel Alt!Archangel Gabriel Sarah Heathcliff

Popee the Performer

Papi Poppe Eepop Kedamono

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tanjiro Kamado Nezuko Kamado Inosuke Hashibira Zenitsu Agatsuma Muzan Kibutsuji Kagaya Ubuyashiki Kyōjurō Rengoku Obanai Iguro Gyomei Himejima Tengen Uzui Shinjuro Rengoku Mitsuri Kanroji Shinobu Kochō

Welcome Home

Wally Darling Julie Joyful Barnaby B. Beagle Frank Frankly Eddie Dear Howdy Pillar Sally Starlet Poppy Partridge

My Hero Academia

Kyoka Jiro Eijiro Kirishima Denki Kaminari Mei Hatsume Mt. Lady Tsuyu Asui Tenya Iida Endeavor Ochako Uraraka Momo Yaoyorozu

Sakura CardCaptor

Tomoyo Daidōji Tōya Kinomoto Yukito Tsukishiro Maki Matsumoto Nadeshiko Kinomoto Syaoran Li Fujitaka Kinomoto Kaho Mizuki Sakura Kinomoto Clow Reed Caras Clow

Sailor Moon

Usagi Tsukino Rei Hino Makoto Kino Ami Mizuno Minako Aino Haruka Teno Michiru Kaio Setsuna Meio Nephrite Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask Kou Seiya Kou Yaten Kou Taiki

Dragon Ball

Gohan Veggetta Piccolo Trunks Broly Androide 18 Androide 17 Whis Krilin

Scooby-Doo

Vilma Dinkley Daphne Blake Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Montgomery Montgomery Violet Baudelaire Klaus Baudelaire Georgina Orwell Justice Strauss Fernald Fiona Kit Snicket Lemony Snicket  Gustav Sebald

Marvel/DC Comics

Solo agregare unos personajes

Doctor Octopus - Spiderman Miguel O'Hara - Spiderman Ghost Spider - Spiderman Spider-Man Noir - Spiderman Doctor Stranger - Marvel Peggy Carter - Marvel Raven - DC Comics Starfire - DC Comics Beast Boy - DC Comics Green Arrow - DC Comics

Moral Orel

Bloberta Puppington Clay Puppington Rod Putty Stephanie Putty Nurse Bendy

The Amazing Digital Circus

Ragatha x Reader Pomni x Reader Caine x Moon Caine x Reader Jax x Reader Gingle x Reader

Otros personajes (serie o película)

Miss Peregrine - Miss Peregrine y el hogar para chicos peculiares Carrie - Carrie 1976 Michael Myers - Halloween Jason Voorhees - Viernes 13 Thomas Hewitt - Masacre en Texas 2006 Ghostface - Danny Johnson Phantom of the Opera - Movie 2004 Blue Diamont - Steven Universe Yellow Diamond - Steven Universe Personajes de Disney - Solo si lo conozco

⠀⠀ ⠀ Reglas ⛧ ?!

ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

[upontherisers]

ooh, could i request 12 and/or 13 for your choice of oc please? —@shoshiwrites

(from this lovely askbox meme)

12.  We all have somewhere we retreat in our heads to calm down - a happy place. Describe that place for your character - a physical location or a time or place they felt safe or at ease.

For Georgina Webster, it's her father's study.

It's a surprisingly modest space for a man of C. Terrence Webster's renown, with a humble oak desk and typewriter, his worn chair, and two bookshelves along the back wall. The sun flows in from the east from the morning into the late afternoon and the air is hazy after twenty-years worth of pipe smoke. It’s relatively bare of decoration but full of his character—with pictures from his years in Africa and Georgie’s childhood and piles upon piles of correspondence from his fellow writers and academics. 

It’s a shrine to the power of the written word, the mind in action, and it’s been Georgie’s favorite place for as long as she can remember. He used to sit her on his lap while he wrote and told her about the world and its turns, her mother protesting that she was far too young to understand. But she wasn’t. 

The study is where she received her first typewriter and met the greatest thinkers of a generation and first aspired to become one herself. She was never shot down, admonished, or made to feel unintelligent within those four walls. She’d come to know every book and essay almost as well as her father, adding creases and cracks to the well-loved spines arranged in his particular system. It was where she ran after fights with her mother and after arguments with imaginative professors. It was where she slept, in the pool of sunlight on the rug under the window, with Mister Hemingway the cat.

That study holds the truth about life even now, and Georgie is not too old or too proud to sit across from her father and talk for hours, debating and theorizing about her coursework at Radcliffe and conversations with her peers. The study is the smartest and most uneducated she’ll ever be and she treasures that feeling because she knows how lucky she is to be able to learn from a man like her father.

13.  Characters have to come from somewhere before the story starts. Tell me about someone they trust before the story begins and why that trust exists. 

Holly Johansson is Victoria Albert's dearest friend in the whole wide world. They could practically be sisters with their fine blonde hair and their light freckles and their identical bright smiles. (They do in fact introduce one another as sisters.)

They grew up across the street from each other and their older brothers were friends before either one of them came along, so it was inevitable that they'd be in each other's lives. But no one could've predicted how close they'd become.

They originally bonded out of necessity, otherwise they'd have no one to play with when the school day ended and their brothers sped off down the street without them. It quickly turned to friendship as they braided each other's hair and traded dolls and got bikes of their own so they could ride to the grocer's and buy penny candy.

It's easy between them, all the time. They can read the other girl like a book and therefore there are no secrets between them, not that they'd want there to be. They're bosom buddies, confidants, cheerleaders, and they balance each other well. Holly's more of a dreamer while Victoria is more of a doer, but they both aspire to get out of Green Bay and see the world (Holly to Hollywood, Bertie to the Big Apple.)

When APS comes looking for photographers, no one is happier or most nervous for Victoria than Holly, and Holly is the first person Bertie writes to when something happens overseas.

[lonelyroommp3]

umm sexy ohklahoma 💖

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series? lowkey... i admit i do have intrinsic bias bc obviously living in london i got to see the young vic & west end transfers of sexy oklahoma live [vague coughing and spluttering] number of times & i have only seen the broadway production on my laptop screen. but west end cast clears obc to me on almost every single front 😳

i think the only character where i'm not resoundingly like yeah, the young vic/west end performer is my fave is ado annie bc ali stroker still DID THAT, though i did enjoy georgina & paige's takes very much (marisha wallace was... well i'll call that another unpopular opinion bc i do not think her performance was actually strong enough to dominate the young vic run's press and reviews like it did. an objectively showstopping vocal performance is not actually the same as a spectacular well rounded MT acting performance 🫢 no shade to her as an individual, adored her in guys and dolls, but i'm just not convinced ado annie was That Role for her). but like... anoushka lucas laurey.... arthur darvill curly... sam palladio curly who i am DEVASTATED i only ended up seeing once bc i lowkey think he may have been my favourite curly of the lot... even patrick vaill despite reprising the same role for like the 8th year on the trot just seemed to serve that little bit more with the blonde hair!

[blacksnake3]

Amber Valletta, Georgina Grenville and Lucas Babin for the Versace ‘four days in L.A.’ f/w 2000 campaign by Steven Meisel. The shoot was inspired by the famous 1967 film “Valley of The Dolls”, directed by Mark Robson.

[vintagedollhunters]

Monster High Draculaura Vampire Heart ❤️ unboxing 🔪 Vintage Doll Hunters Timoteo & George on YouTube 👀

[thelonesomequeen]

If being papped by backgrid means your relationship is fake, who's gonna tell RPatz, Suki, Adrien, and Georgina that they're all stuck in unhappy PR relationships? It's gotta be a tough job to break that news to people 😕//

I know this is a joke but I am a fan of Robert and the delulus from than fandom (there are a ton of them) have been saying that they are in a fake PR relationship for 5 years now, and she is not really pregnant nor engaged, they are just pretending. Now we are just waiting for the " the baby is a doll/they are not the real parents" part of the conspiracy theory.

It’s like the future of the CEvans fandom 😬😭🦎

[amberjane9]

The album art from Maggie's shop

Presented entirely without comment. Do with these what you will.

Oslo Revival

Come On Over to Our Third Floor Apartment

We’re Having a Party

Just For You

Four In A Bed

Have This Drink

It Doesn’t Taste Weird

We’ll Take Care Of You

We Love You

You’re One Of Us Now

Together Forever

Disguises

Carol and her hat

The bicycle

Memories of a windchime

Lunch

Who am i today

Make me cry

Peggy asked for her jumper back

It’s raining in my kitchen

You cast a spell on my wife

Running into danger

Transcending the patriarchy

Plumbing

A dozen eggs (too many)

Someone New in the Bedroom

Better Together

No track listings

Kubasulu

Great White Lies

Fishy Business

Fluent in Shark-asm

Vanish into Fin-air

Gettin’ Chummy

You’re Gill-ty

No-fin Left to Lose

I Chews You

Sweating in the City

No track listing

Rat Kieth

Look at This Mountain

The Mountain I climbed

Assorted Wailing Cries of Peril

I Ate Some Berries (Shouldn’t Have Done That)

What Happens on the Mountain Stays on the Mountain

I See It in My Dreams

Soiled Leaves and Soft Bark

Don’t Touch the Mushrooms

Huddle for Warmth

My Map Blew Away

This Is My Home Now

Finally Rescued

A Dog in God’s Hot Car

Chem Trails

Raga Kobot

Earth, Swallow Me Whole

Why Can’t I Just Stay In Bed?

Sighing Loudly

No One’s Going to Lunch

I’m Hungry But I Don’t WAnt to Eat Alone

I Wonder What’s On the Menu Today

Probably Something Mediocre

I’m Tired

It’s Friday

I Wish It Would End

Just Sounds 2.0

Falling Coin

Stubbed Toe

Oops!

Rice in a Bowl

Spoon Clang 

Gagging

Crinkled Paper

Bad Alphabet

Winded

Deaf Dust

Change the Lightbulb

Cartwheels in Mexico

This cinnamon candle

Hold me

Let go

Who wait’s for us?

Awesome

The basement’s pretty dark

Broken Bulb

Stairway to your Mum’s house.

Snapshots From the Moon

Randa Ransom

Doin’ It in the Dust

Hard on the Rocks

Ridin’ The Horizon

Tall Drink of Water

Wear My Hat

Call My Name

Let Me Use A Saddle

Just Us in the Dust

I’m Lost and I Don’t Speak the Language

Lost in Tokyo

WHat’s that shop selling?

Sex Dolls (Self-Assembly)

Where’s the bathroom?

This Toilet is Singing

More Sex Dolls

There’s a Cafe for Cats

I Want to Go Home

What’s Home in Japanese?

Take Me Anywhere Taxi Man

The Answer May Surprise You

Georgina O’Georgia

Gorgeous in Georgia

Oh George, you’re gorgeous

It’s Georgia with a G!

Get your hands off my hair

Yes, that’s my real name

Spur Of The Moment

The Walking Shambles

Long Strides

Moira Walbrook

Getting Darker Seeing the Light, Vol. 4

Au Revoir Fingers

Red Eye Smiles

Stupid Teeth

Lateral Incisor

Rosanna Koson

Skinny Dipping

Sheila Sims

International Tour Live Recording, London 2015

Kobie Conroy

A Single Malt and a Good Woman

Alexandru Wainright

Flying Birds and Chem Trails

Izabelle McLaughlin

Singing in my Sleep

Allison Hut

Symphony No. 4 - Soprano, Recorded Performance with the Silver City Players

Milli LeBlanc

Set me on fire

Antoine Balynska

It’s Been a Long Night

I can’t wait to take my shoes off

Slip into the bath

Read a good book

Have a watery nap

Grab my jammies

Curl up in bed

Press my head into the pillow

Fall asleep forever

The Silver City Players

Climbing the mountain of God

My first-born is yours, O Lord

Prayers for supper

Fishing Rodney

Small Pond

CT Bazz

Locking up and looking down

No track listing

Dank Balaclava

No track listing

Moshe Redman

Up close and personal

Michelle Kolov

Layers

Hamid Moon

Sea Songs

One day I started floating

Got lost in the waves

Didn’t bring a paddle

Been here for three weeks

Can’t see land

There’s little hope left

Rehan Yu

Neon Dreams 2.0

Late night madness

Last orders

Stumbling

The night tube

Falling asleep

Waking up in Vauxhall

The night tube (remix)

Giving up at Wood Green

Walking alone

I dropped my phone

Shitty kebab

Restless sleep in a bush

[edensblogs]

Get Out

To begin with, this film had it all! I am utterly shocked at how much I genuinely enjoyed the film and Black Horror. The foreshadowing, drama, twists and turns, conflict, horror, and plot twists are insane. Overall, it was so unique and beautiful! 

The film begins with this African American man walking through a neighborhood late at night. Suddenly, he is followed by a white car. He attempts to escape the car, changing his course, yet in a surprise attack, he is kidnapped, choked, and shoved into the back of the car by a masked individual (which we later learn is a part of the Armitage cult). The movie continues, and during the film's last minutes, the film comes full circle! 

I recognized that Andre was the man abducted at the film's beginning and had undergone a "Coagula" operation! Seeing how lifeless he was compared to the film's beginning is so transformative. Andre, like the groundskeeper and Georgina, is an empty vessel. The white family generated a cult-like environment, finding interest in the genetics of African Americans to use them as hosts for the Armitage family. These new beings were props, behaving as robots dressed in "white" suburban attire, and all their uniqueness, culture, and identity were erased. These new beings are dehumanized and stripped of all that is true to themselves. I believe Jordan Peele attempted to symbolize how society often attempts to assimilate all individuals. The dominant white suburban culture has trapped these African Americans and stole their "valuable" and physically superior qualities, such as their eyes, speed, strength, etc., just as modern society picks and chooses what is seen as "normal" or acceptable and frowns on any deviations. White supremacy supports this assimilation, prevents diversity's richness, and generates identical individuals, like Barbie dolls on the shelf. They perform like an expected, sanitized suburban, polished individual, lacking authenticity. 

Andre can only escape this paralyzed and substanceless place when a camera flash meets his eyes. He becomes stunned, blood drips down his nose, and he transforms into a madman, attacking Chris and barking, “Get Out!”  Andre warned Chris to “get out” and leave before it was too late. I feel like so many people want to yell and break free in an oppressive society. I would be exhausted after living in a lie and just wanna yell and let it all out!  In another instance, Georgia attempts to speak to Chris from the inside out. She is quivering, slowly crying, yet smiling and whispering, “No, No, No.” She attempts to break free as the “real” and “fake” Georgina has an internal conflict. 

Another connection I drew was when Rose and Chris traveled to the suburbs to meet her parents, and while on their way, a deer crashed into the side of Rose's car. A deer has many meanings across various cultures; some view a deer as a spirit aminal, strong, compassionate, and grateful. When Chris tells Rose's father about how the deer tragically passed away, he shows no remorse yet is grateful and encourages their distinction as they are simply ruining the ecosystem. This shows a significant character and morality in the father and draws a connection to the plot, as he sees African Americans as mere objects of his discretion. These expandable bodies allow his own twisted family to prosper. On the other hand, deer resemble the supernatural world, identifying with hypnotism and otherworldly aura throughout the film. 

The most riveting aspect of the film was how Rose created this fictitious character for the entirety of the film. Upholding her “girlfriend” role, Rose sympathizes with Chris, listening to and supporting his feelings. She even disapproves of her family's behavior and the displayed microaggressions. Rose successfully distinguishes herself from her family, allowing Chris a haven with her. However, in the end, she reveals herself as a monster. She fools Chris, and the house of horrors is uncovered! Her manipulation lures both women and men into her home to present them to her parents as a gift to carry on their deranged family traditions! I believe James Peele wanted to expose how racism is deeply rooted in our cultures and traditions, allowing it to prosper. Although Rose is believed to be a supportive outlet for Chris, she is tied to her family's values and beliefs. It becomes evident that racism is deeply rooted in the systems of society.

The death of Chris’s mom is brought up throughout the film as it is a highly vulnerable aspect of his life, which leads to significant emotional trauma. Rose's mom prys each detail of the excruciating night out of Chris while she hypnotizes him and weaponizes it against him as he is an easier target to control. She dominates his mind! This symbolizes how marginalized individuals are paralyzed and unable to exert power when overwhelmed by societal constructs and racism.  Chris exposes himself to Rose, describing that he was the reason his mother died. Although she was in a hit-and-run car accident, she was left on the floor until morning, bleeding away until she died the following morning. Chris blames himself for not calling the police, as he failed to take action. This comes full circle as Chris can redeem himself at the film's end. He accidentally hits Georgina with his car and battles internally on whether he should leave her while in danger. Chris surpasses the emotional barrier that has controlled him since childhood, and Rather than selfishly leaving her on the floor to die, he carries her into the car in search of safety. 

I continue to question why the groundkeeper killed himself. This is a question that I am racking my mind to figure out. It could be that when Chris flashed the camera in his eyes, the hypnosis broke, and he realized his situation and could not grapple with his life. Maybe, like Andre, he just wanted to “Get out”! He no longer wanted to host a racist white woman or man! 

I truly enjoyed Rod's character, as he brought a humorous note to the film (but included hidden themes). He goes to the police station to save Chris but is overlooked as foolish. Rather than finding community in another African American, he is mocked, which aggravated me so much (but is understandable because the story was crazy)! Additionally, after Chris escapes the house of horrors and is left in the woods with Rose, a police car arrives. I thought Chris was about to be taken to the station in handcuffs while Rose (a privileged white woman) was free. However, Rod saved the day on a humorous and lively note, softening the film's ending after that violent murder scene! 

[theamazingmaddyas]

The Dark Prophecy rants (part 2): Georgina and Apollo

As stated prior, I had read the Dark Prophecy before, back in 2017 when it was released, and every year I would get the new book and convince myself that it would confirm or deny whether Georgina was actually Apollo's bio daughter, and every year I'd get dissappointed. It got to the point that I went to the virtual Tower of Nero tour back in 2020 and my book was backordered so I hadn't read it yet, but gaslight myself into believing that TON would state it so hard that I decided not to ask Rick Riordan though I really really wanted to. (Yes, I did scream out loud a week later when I read it and the ONLY SCENE WAS GEORGIE ASKING ABOUT HER DOLL AND APOLLO LOST IT)

Somehow, gaslighting myself runs deep because I gaslit myself that I just misremembered The Dark Prophecy and Georgie's parentage would be in the book. Which is why I waited until I finished to make this post, even though I think I knew deep down Georgie's godly parentage was not confirmed. Spoiler alert, it was not. In fact, Trophonius specifically said he wouldn't tell Apollo so he suffered and I screamed. Uhg! I think I suffered more than Apollo!

And okay, I understand Rick's message being that Georgie has parents; Jo and Emmie. And Jo and Emmie are her real parents. But what 13 yo me (and me now) is most interested in is godly powers. Whether Georgie is Apollo's bio kid or not changes everything about whether or not the allure of the Cave has to do with her godly parentage, and whether or not her visions are the power of prophesy. Because if it is, that has the implications that Georgie could suffer a similar fate to Hal Green if she uses this power.

Over the last 7 years, I've bounced off a lot of theories of Georgie's godly parentage, and so I'm going to share them now. I'm going to split them into 2 categories: Category 1: Georgie is related to Apollo, and Category 2, She's not.

Category 1:

1) Georgie doesn't look like her bio mortal parent, nor is she from Indianapolis originally

Apollo, though I think it pains him to admit this, remembers his children through their mortal parents. He's an absentee father, so he doesn't know much about his kids, but he does know about his partners. We see this in how we first meet all his kids: Will is compared to Naomi, Kayla to Darren, Austin to Latricia, and Trophonius to his own mother. He tries to think of if he was in Indianapolis 8 years earlier, and with whom and falls short. And in Tower of Nero, to my memory (about to gaslight myself for 3 more books that I remembered TON wrong) he never mentions remembering again when he becomes a god. If Agamethus found her somewhere else and brought her to Waystation, it would make sense why Lester wouldn't make the connection. As for why Apollo doesn't mention it when becoming a god again and being the GOD OF KNOWLEDGE HE SHOULD KNOW THESE THINGS NOW I don't know, and it irks my soul.

2) Georgie is the daughter of Apollo's Roman aspect

This theory is my favorite, especially since it makes the most sense with the Roman emperor plotline, and since Apollo's memories seem to be mostly greek, why he wouldn't be able to remember Georgie or her bio mortal parent. It also could explain why Apollo doesn't mention anything in Tower of Nero. Of course, we know very little about how different Apollo's greek and roman aspects are in the series, especially since he's the only god who has the same name, but I'm sure there's some differences.

Category 2:

1) Georgie is a clear-sighted mortal and destined to be an Oracle

This theory of mine relates Georgie to Rachel Dare and May Castellan. In the same way that they were having visions about being the Oracle of Delphi, Georgie was having visions of the Cave. Georgie is Trophonius' little sister in the metaphorical sense, as she is destined to rule an Oracle like he did. Of course, in the case of May, Hades' curse sent her mad, but it is heavily implied that she was supposed to be the Oracle of her generation. It seems to me that each generation has one clear sighted mortal to become the Oracle of Delphi, so it's possible that Georgie is the oracle post-Rachel in this theory. I'm not sure how far apart in age the oracles are meant to be, but it's always a possibility. Or, like the Oracle of Delphi, the Dark Oracle has chosen mortals to take it on, but since Trophonius has been trapped doing it for a millenia or more, those mortals never get the chance to, like May, and go mad. And with the dissolving of the Oracle, Georgie is no longer destined to that awful fate.

2) Georgie's connection to Agamethus is what drives her. She's either a clear sighted mortal, or a demigod of another parentage.

Trophonius, in this theory, views Georgie as a little sister because Agamethus views Georgie as a little sister. Agamethus is the one who found her, so it makes sense that he has some form of kinship to her, and therefore his brother does too. And because Trophonius has taking a liking to her, he's sent her visions. In this theory, Georgie's bio parents could be literally anyone. She could be a demigod, a legacy, or a mortal.

3) Georgie's a legacy of Apollo (Greek or Roman, doesn't make a difference)

To be honest, I wasn't sure which category this fell into, but I chose this one because she's not specifically Apollo's daughter. The sister is metaphorical in this sense too. Legacy's can sometimes inherit powers (as seen in the Zhang family, as well as if one believes Octavian has some prophetic powers) so it would be there that Georgie's interest in the Cave starts. Also, would explain why Apollo doesn't remember her, because she's his kid's kid, or even more generations than that (though if I had to guess, if this theory were true, I'd say no more than great-grandkid)

So, those are my theories! Yes, I think about Georgie way more than I should over the last seven years, but I digress. I just want to know about if she has powers, and what Cabin she'd be at CHB if she went, so I can write cool canon-compliant fics about her!

If you've read my Solangelo fic "Surprise!" on ao3, in Chapter 8, "Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters" you'd notice that I did write Georgie, who's seventeen in that fic, as having clairvoyance, as seen when she knows Lena Valdez (Leo's adopted daughter) is going to come into the garage where her and Harley are fixing Harley's car (he and Georgie are best friends, and no one can change my mind). Obviously, I thought a lot about it beforehand, but decided that I would make her a bio Apollo kid for that fic, though whether she's Greek or Roman is up in the air. Though, even if she were Roman, I do not think she'd join the legion. Jo and Emmie would be very much against that, I think. As for Camp Half-Blood, if she were a demigod, I think they'd be very skeptical, but would let her go for the summer because she'd beg after hearing Leo and Harley's (my hc is that Harley lives in Waystation which is why he's not a year rounder in TSATS, if you want more on this theory, I'll elaborate later.) stories about camp. At least, unlike Camp Jupiter, she wouldn't have to stay year round till her legionare years are up.

In conclusion, Rick Riordan, confirm Georgie's bio parentage, and give her a list of powers and a CHB cabin, and my life is yours. I've been thinking about this nonstop for 7 years, I know Trophonius was trying to hurt Apollo, but he ended up causing me multiple sleepness nights instead.

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August: Chapter 18

( ao3 | ff )

Previous Chapters: [link]

Summary: Blair takes care of Chuck, who is drunk and emotionally distressed.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: None

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“Miss Waldorf,” Arthur called from the doorway, one hand poised on the knob and the other discreetly tucked behind his back. “Do you need anything else?”

“I’ve got it covered,” she replied.

With a nod, Chuck’s trusted driver quietly closed the door to Chuck’s room, leaving them alone in the thick silence. 

What should she do now? Where would they go from here?

Chuck sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes fixed on some distant point on the floor. It was impossible to discern what was going through his mind, if anything at all. He appeared lost, adrift in a sea of numbness. Exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders, evident in the slump of his posture. Throughout the ride, he had drifted in and out of consciousness, his words a slurred jumble of nonsense. Blair had tried to decipher it, but except for mentions of Bart, Nate, and even Lily, nothing coherent had left his lips. Not once had he voiced that bitch’s name, and for that she was grateful. Blair shook her head, trying to get rid of Georgina Sparks once and for all.

Do you like it? Seeing Chuck Bass forced to beg? Brought to his knees? I know I do. To have him wrapped around my finger, completely under my control.

There it was again. Power. Control. Dominance. What she had so desperately reveled in. To hold him at her mercy. To have him trapped beneath her, uttering her name, begging her to put him out of his misery. To have him lose all sense of time and space. To command his every move. To be the queen of his kingdom. The rush was incredible, unlike anything she had ever experienced. But in the echo of Georgina Sparks’ words, Blair realized it wasn’t solely about dominance, as she had previously believed. Instead, she began to understand that it encompassed something deeper: shared trust and understanding. Acceptance. That he was willing to give himself to her, to trust her with all that he was. He knelt, not in submission, but in reverence. It wasn’t really about control, not with him; it was about reciprocity. Power wasn’t wielded as a weapon; it was mutual empowerment. It was about freedom, not from constraints, but from the burdens they carried, and Georgina would never understand that. 

Darling, are you really counting on Chuck Bass to be your knight in shining armor? The one who’ll sweep in to rescue you from your demons?

Georgina had it all wrong. It was not a fairy tale she wanted, not a prince, not even a knight swooping in to save her from the big bad wolf. Not anymore. Her struggles, battles, and demons—they were hers to face, hers to conquer, to overcome. With him by her side if he chose, but still hers alone. No longer did she want to be her mother’s perfect little doll. Screw that. Blair was tough, resilient, and intelligent, but she was also manipulative, judgmental, and stubborn. Unapologetic. Chuck had never shied away from her, just as she had never shied away from him. Never once had he wavered in his pride for who she truly was. There was no need for him to play the hero; in fact, she’d despise him if he did. He’d always stood beside her as an equal, never above or below, but right there, standing shoulder to shoulder, facing the world at the same height. 

Are you in love with him, Blair?

Irrevocably so.

But as she looked at him, the realization, while somehow cathartic, also filled her with crippling fear. What if he didn’t? What if he couldn’t? What if his feelings weren’t as deep as her own? What if?  

What’s the matter? Do you honestly think he loves you? We both know he can’t.

Enough. That was enough. 

“All right,” she said. “I really need you to snap out of it.”

However, he remained fixated on that damn spot on the floor. It was as if he was in another world altogether, his attention elsewhere.

Blair approached Chuck until she was standing between his legs. Leaning forward, she tilted her head slightly, her hands framing his face as she drew his gaze to meet hers. “Hey there,” she murmured softly.

“Hi.”

“Hi. How are you feeling?” 

“Hmm?”

“Do you even understand a word I’m saying?”

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, his words out of place.

As if. 

After the crazy day they’d been through, Blair couldn’t even muster the energy to think about how awful she probably looked.

“This really isn’t the time,” Blair replied, her cheeks flushing despite herself. “You need to focus.”

“No, seriously. You are beautiful.”

“Chuck…”

“What? It’s true.”

“Let’s save the sweet talk until you’re a little more coherent, okay?”

“Who says I’m not coherent right now?” 

Blair rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, but beneath the carefully constructed façade, a sweet warmth blossomed in her chest at his words, accompanied by the undeniable flutter of excitement that never failed to stir within her whenever she was near him.

Butterflies.

Chuck lifted his fingers to her cheek and brushed a strand of hair from her face. His touch was feathery and delicate as he began to play with it, twirling the curl between his fingertips.

“It’s so soft,” he marveled. “I love how soft it is. Look, touch it.”

Blair chuckled softly. “I don’t need to touch my own hair, Chuck.”

“I love it so much.”

“Almost as much as you love your checkered scarf?”

“Almost as much as I…”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Almost as much as you what?”

“Almost as much as I love a perfectly aged Scotch…” His voice trailed off for a moment. “Or a well-tailored suit.”

Of course. 

“Look where that perfectly aged Scotch got us.”

“Don’t insult the scotch, Waldorf.”

He continued to run his fingers through her hair as if nothing else in the world mattered. His other hand rested on the back of her thigh, pulling her closer, further trapping her between his legs. A shiver ran down her spine, awakening a wave of pleasure she couldn’t quite ignore. What she also couldn’t ignore was his split lip, a reminder of the day’s events, nor could she shake the image of him passed out earlier. 

Worry and desire intertwined. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked again, her worry winning the internal battle. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I’m feeling good,” he said, releasing her hair. “Do you know why I’m feeling so good?”

Blair laughed. “Because you’re extremely drunk?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“If I was that drunk, I wouldn’t even remember that you owe me a kiss.”

“Don’t be absurd.”

“Well, unfortunate for you, I have an impeccable memory for debts owed.”

“I wouldn’t exactly describe your memory as impeccable right now,” Blair replied, a playful glint in her eyes, though her knees weakened as Chuck stood up, closing the small distance between them. With each passing moment, their faces drew closer, causing her pulse to quicken. Her lips parted slightly as she moistened them with a flick of her tongue, her focus solely on his mouth.

“Waldorf,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 

Blair swallowed hard, her heart racing at the sound of her surname in his lips. “Bass,” she reciprocated.

Desire rippled through her, an intense molten heat igniting in the depths of her abdomen. Every nerve end tingled, sending electrical impulses at a rapid pace. Everywhere. The urge to lose herself in him threatened to overwhelm her.

“Can we go sit on the beach?” he asked.

Damn it. 

He wasn’t in complete control of his faculties, and Blair knew she had to keep it together. For both of their sakes. As much as she wanted to throw caution to the wind, they needed to talk first. Really talk. Blair couldn’t do that when his body was more alcohol than water.

With great effort, Blair forced herself to step back. “No,” she replied firmly. “We cannot.”

“But I do enjoy the waves,” he said. 

“Of course you do. But I have no desire to fish you out of the water.” 

“Tousled and dripping wet. What a sight.” 

Incorrigible. He was incorrigible. But God, did she love it. 

“More like a wet rat at this point,” she said.

Chuck’s smirk appeared slightly as he met her gaze, his eyes momentarily clouded with drunken amusement. “Ah, but the finest and most perfect wet rat I’ll ever lay eyes on.”

Blair slapped him on the shoulder. 

“Someone as stunning as you would never look like that, and you damn well know it,” he asserted as confidently as he could.

“Your judgment is clearly impaired.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m drunk. But you know the saying: only children and drunks speak the truth.”

The stench of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of sweat. 

He sat again.

“Have you ever wondered if we’re all just pawns in a larger scheme, destined to play out our roles regardless of our desires?” Chuck asked after a while.

Blair considered his question. “You know, maybe life hands us all different cards,” she mused, “but what really matters is how we choose to play them. And I, for one, refuse to let anyone else dictate my fate. Not anymore.” 

She doubted he understood the depth of her words, but she spoke them anyway.

Without preamble, he posed another question. “Have you ever wondered if we’re destined to repeat the same mistakes over and over again?” 

“Only if we’re foolish enough not to learn from them.”

“Are we?” He looked lost in thought. “Foolish.”

“Never again.”

Then, as if switching gears completely, Chuck took her by surprise. “Have you ever wondered if penguins have knees?”

Blair burst into laughter, the sound dancing through the stillness of the room like a melody. “What’s gotten into you?” she exclaimed, her head shaking in disbelief. “No, I have not.”

He stared at her, deeply. As if recognizing every part of her soul.

“What?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”

“You really are beautiful, Blair.” 

The sincerity took her breath away.

And, for once, she simply accepted Chuck’s compliment, her usual defenses melting away. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied softly, a genuine smile on her lips.

Her concern returned when his eyes closed again. “Let’s get you sobered up,” she said, unable to ignore the risks of leaving him in bed like this. With no gag reflex, he could choke on his own vomit and suffocate if he passed out again. Years of taking care of Serena van der Woodsen had taught her that lesson well. “A quick shower might help you feel more like yourself again.” 

With practiced ease, Blair knelt beside him, carefully slipping off his summer shoes and setting them aside before taking her own sandals off with equal care. Every move was efficient as she worked to make them both more comfortable.

“Eager, are we?” he teased.

“Shut up.”

Undeterred by her rebuff, Chuck leaned in closer. “You know you love it,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

“Focus,” Blair insisted, rising to her feet, and reaching out to grasp his hand. “We have a task at hand.”

“Didn’t you know that multitasking is one of my many talents?”

“Says the guy who can’t even stay on his feet without his face making friends with the floor,” she urged, “Come on. You need to wake up, and this is the fastest way to do it.”

“I just need to sleep it off.”

“I am not leaving you like this.”

“Are you always this determined?”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, if you’re offering to be my personal nurse, who am I to deny such tempting care?”

Blair led Chuck into the lavish en-suite bathroom off his bedroom, where the cool marble floors offered a refreshing contrast to the warmth of his room. 

“You are quite small without heels,” he remarked once inside. “So… petite.”

The sound of running water filled her ears as she turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was cold. Perhaps, she thought, a taste of reality would make him stop spewing nonsense. “Is there anything else you’d like to say about my appearance?”

Chuck swayed slightly on his feet, but Blair stepped closer and steadied him with a firm grip on his arm. 

“If I could just tuck you in my pocket and keep you there forever, I would.”

Blair raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to be romantic?” 

“Is it working?”

“Maybe if it didn’t sound like you were planning to kidnap me, I might consider the proposal.”

With a playful nudge, she pushed him under the water’s icy embrace. Instantly, Chuck recoiled, his drunken stupor momentarily interrupted by the shock of the cold. He let out a startled yelp, his body tensing as he tried to get used to the bitter temperature.

“Jesus, Waldorf,” he protested. 

“You deserve it.” 

Chuck grumbled under his breath, but he made no further move to protest as the water continued to pour over him, slowly sobering his intoxicated senses. Blair stood nearby, fully clothed, arms tightly crossed. 

She couldn’t just leave him alone, could she? What if he slipped or something? 

He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it from his eyes. “If only I had known.”

“What do you mean?”

“That I had to pass out drunk to get you into the shower with me.” 

Blair snorted. “You’re in the shower all by yourself, in case you haven’t noticed.” 

He shamelessly checked her out. “Though I had imagined you with much less clothing.”

His remark seemed to remind him that he was also fully clothed, and without hesitation, he started to remove his pants and shirt.

“What… what are you doing?” Blair stuttered. 

The fabric pooled at his feet as he tossed each piece with careless abandon. “Clothes are sticking, and it’s disgusting. I’m not about to shower like this.”

Her protests dissolved into a wordless murmur as she drank in the sight before her, tracing the lines of his body with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Well, at least he had the decorum to keep his boxers on, though Blair wasn’t sure if that was for her benefit or his. After all, when had Chuck Bass ever cared about decency?

The day had been endless and for the first time, watching him, she felt like she was losing her goddamn mind. The primal, raw need returned in full force, and as the water slid down his skin, she wondered if it would always be like this: him, her, the magnetic, inevitable pull between them. 

“The intention wasn’t for you to shower, just to wake up,” Blair cleared her throat, her voice betraying her. 

“I was already woken up,” he retorted. “And just so you know, that plan of yours had more holes than one of dear Humphrey’s unfinished novels.”

Blair was practically dripping with want, and it took every ounce of her willpower to stop herself from jumping at him. Every moment they had shared, whether in her bed or his, the playful teasing, the tender and not so tender touches, the realization of her feelings, they were all building up, and her body was practically begging for release. Blair didn’t want to hold back any longer, but she had to. They needed to have a serious conversation, and it was impossible to focus when he looked so irresistible. When all rational thought seemed to flee from her mind. 

“Stay here,” she instructed. “I’ll be right back.”

Before Blair could step away, Chuck’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her into the spray of water with him. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Chuck...” Blair’s grip on his arm tightened as she was dragged into the cold water, her clothes quickly becoming soaked. “Stop,” she admonished, trying to keep her composure even as her body went wild at the contact. “We can’t do this.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“You want it as much as I do.”

“No.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Why resist? Why try to fight it? What was the point anyway? Blair wanted it, Chuck wanted it; that was the crux of the matter, wasn’t it? Giving in to your desires had never hurt anyone before. Well, maybe it had, but Blair was past the point of caring. Just one kiss. Just momentarily, then she would go back to her original plan. She promised herself.

Blair kissed him then, as if the floodgates had finally burst open after years of restraint, despite having been together that very morning. And he kissed her back just as eagerly, making the blood in her veins instantly boil. Her hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders as she stood on tiptoes, greedily tracing the nape of his neck and leaving faint marks with her nails. She pressed herself against him. Hard. Just before he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Chuck teased her lower lip, drawing forth a moan from deep inside her.

That was it, right? It was enough. They could stop now. 

With a low growl, Chuck yanked off her mini skirt, letting it drop to the floor. He kicked it away with one foot before pressing their hips together once more, grinding against her in an absolutely delicious way that made her forget there was even a plan in the first place. To feel such an obvious sign of need from him was utterly intoxicating. 

Fuck.

She was beyond saving. 

The water continued to pour between them, its icy droplets mingling with the heat of their touches. The cold was too harsh, too jarring, so she pulled away from Chuck to raise the temperature to a soothing warmth. He brushed her hair aside and dropped his lips to her shoulder, running his palms up and down her back.

Blair needed more of him. Needed it like she needed oxygen. 

She raised her arms, silently urging him to remove her soaked blouse, and he did, his hands lingering on her skin as he peeled away the fabric. The bra followed suit, its clasp undone. Chuck pulled back slightly to take her in, his eyes saying what words could not convey. Without hesitation, she pounced on him, her lips crashing against his in a desperate kiss that nearly knocked them both over. Blair could feel his entire body against hers, inch by inch. From the warmth of his chest against her breasts to the subtle flexing of his muscles against her abdomen.

Guiding his hand beneath the waistband of her panties, she gasped at the first brush of his fingers against her skin. Waves of pleasure surged through her body as he teased her entrance, sending her senses into overdrive. A loud moan escaped her lips, which he muffled by kissing her harder. Lost in the moment, Blair couldn’t help but bite down on his lower lip, consumed by desire.

However, a small yelp from him snapped her back to reality.

“Ow,” he winced. 

“What?” she asked, breathless.

His split lip had reopened, and Blair froze, the memory of the last few hours hitting her like a bucket of cold water. 

“I… I’m sorry,” Blair stammered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

He didn’t let her go, his hand resting gently but firmly on her waist.

“Hey, ‘I’m sorry’ are two words you never have to say to me,” he said. “Especially not for this.” 

“I should have known better,” she insisted. 

“It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“It’s not.”

“You scared me to death today.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve been through worse.” 

“That’s not healthy. I hate seeing you put yourself in danger every time things go south.”

“I think we’re beyond just ‘things going south’ now,” he admitted somberly.

“It wasn’t your fault either.”

His expression changed completely.  “It was, Blair. All of it.”

If she had taken twenty steps forward, it now felt like she was being pulled fifty steps back. 

“If I hadn’t…” he interrupted before she could articulate her thoughts. 

What did he mean by that?

“If you hadn’t what?” Her voice rose. “Kissed me? Touched me? Wanted me? What shouldn’t you have done, Chuck? Because, last time I checked, I wanted you to do all those things. We both did.”

“You know it’s not that simple,” he countered.

“It is.”

“Why do you care so much?” 

“Why shouldn’t I?” 

“Because I’m me. I’m Chuck Bass. Why should anyone bother caring about me when not even my own father does?”

“A lot of people care about you. Including me.”

“Why?”

“Because I…” But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words aloud, the fear of rejection clawing at her insides. “You know why.”

“I really don’t.”

“Because I do, Chuck. Whether you like it or not.”

He didn’t say anything back.

With the magic of the moment gone, Blair cupped his chin, tilting his head up to examine him closely. “Let’s get out of here so I can take care of this.”

Once Chuck’s lip was taken care of, he retired to bed while she retreated to the shower to immerse herself once more in the cascade of water. Every drop that caressed her skin reignited the memory of his touch and sent shivers down her spine. Closing her eyes, Blair fought to steady her racing heartbeat, the echo of their intimacy still fresh in her mind. They had been so close, and the mere thought of it left her breathless.

Much to her dismay, she found herself reaching for Chuck’s shampoo, the familiar scent enveloping her as she lathered her hair. With each rinse, she hoped to wash away the desire that consumed her, finding solace in the simple act of cleaning up.

Blair reached for a towel and gently patted her hair dry, not wanting to go to bed with wet hair. The soft cotton absorbed the moisture, leaving her hair slightly damp but manageable.

Stepping out of the shower, Blair wrapped herself in his robe, the soft fabric a source of comfort against her skin. Had it not been for her lack of willpower, the night might have taken them to a place far removed from the present. Did she regret any of it? No, not really. It wasn’t the potential fulfillment that unsettled her, but rather the reality of its absence. 

Blair walked over to Chuck’s closet and picked out a crisp white shirt to replace the robe. As she fastened the buttons one by one, she watched Chuck lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his troubled expression weighing on her heart.

With a heavy sigh, she sank back into the soft pillows, exhaustion pulling at her limbs. Tomorrow would be another day. They would talk things out, and everything would be fine. Everything would fall back into place. But for now, in the silence of the night, all that mattered was the steady rise and fall of his chest as she nestled against him.

Little did she know, as she drifted off to sleep, that come morning, Chuck would be gone.