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whatyadrawin · 1 year ago

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 3-

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Approximately 2,682 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Strong language, use of derogatory terms, sexually suggestive language.

A/n: Two drawings took me so long, I feel very pathetic and unproductive but I am so happy to get the ball rolling. I can't wait to illustrate and submit chapter 4 because oooooh lord Tommy boy gon look good in it. I am also so excited to get writing the next few chapters, I have the fire in me and I don't want it to go out until I get a bunch of writing done lol. Please check the masterlist linked above for updates on progress.

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Chapter 3

The day begins with the sounds of birds happily chirping in the tree shading your backyard; a gentle breeze is washing over the land, cooling the heat away from the ground. You feel good today and decide it’s time for a cute yet practical outfit, so you grab some jean shorts, and a bright yellow tank top with a reliable pair of boots, you were ready to get things done. After eating some oatmeal purchased from Luda Mae’s store, you get your things ready to go drive to the next town and do some serious food shopping.

The car is packed with some water and a snack or two, but before you hit the road you take a trip down to see Dover the farmhand to try and appease him one more time. The morning seems to be the best time to catch him, and you can see him watching TV through a window so you knock on the door gently and hear a groan, he answers the door and when he sees you, he rolls his eyes and says rudely,

“Whadya want?”

You put on a sincere smile and reply “Good morning, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?”

“Ya interrupted my peace, now what the hell d’ya want?” his tone is aggressive, but you continue,

“I just thought I might interest you in some new stuff for your home? I know you like how things are but I wanted to see if I could make it more comfortable, like a new T.V, or a new bed or whatever else.”

He throws his head back and sighs “Ya just don’ get it do ya? I don’ want yer fancy shit from the city, I don’ need nothin’ other’an this here orchard n’some peace! Why don’t ya just go play dress up with the Hewitts again, see if their retard son will play tea party with ya”

He slams the door on you. You feel sick with anger and knock again, this time more loudly.

Dover opens the door and screams “The fuck is yer problem?”

You try to keep your cool as you reply through gritted teeth “Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you other than be kind and offer you help or nice things! You don’t even know my name!”

Dover’s eyebrows furl into and angry frown “This here land belongs t’me, stupid little girl. I worked fer years under that bitch Tilly, and the fact that she left everythin’ to some no-good kid who don’ deserve it, makes my skin crawl. If I had my way, this place’d be mine”

You look visibly confused “What is that supposed to mean?”

He then pauses and gets all flustered “Nothin’, nothin’ at all. You just let me do everythin’ here, soon ya gon’ realize ya don’t belong here and leave, if ya know what’s good fer ya. Now never come back to this house ever again or I’ll give ya somethin’ to cry ‘bout”

He slams the door again and you are shaking with rage, your eyes begin to well up with tears as you walk away back to your car. You set out on the drive to the next town and it feels like it lasts forever, the road is straight and flat, and the surroundings are just large swathes of yellow grass and wheat rushing past you as you speed up to shorten the distance. The sky is cloudless and the sun is blaring down on you causing your eyelids to weigh down, you decide to put on a playlist that only has bangers to energize you. Eventually you see the welcome sign for the next town and feel a sigh of relief.

The town is small but you are able to spot a large Costco in the distance -Oh hell yeah, I can really stock up now-. You find a parking spot close to the door and as you walk in you get blasted by the air conditioning which feels so nice after that long, hot drive. You take your time through the aisles grabbing as many bulk items as you can, finding preserved goods that won’t immediately go bad, and some produce that would be able to last a little longer than others. Once your cart is fully maxed out with goods you head to the cashier who looks at you funny due to the number of things you are buying. They greet you,

“Hi Ma’am, all this for you?”

You smile, feeling a bit embarrassed “Yeah, I don’t live nearby any stores, just stocking up.”

They smile back “Oh yeah? Where ya comin’ from?”

You reply “Fuller”

The cashier squints her eyes in curiosity “Fuller? Where’s that at?”

You are a little surprised by their response, but with how desolate the town is their response makes sense, you say,

“It’s a... um, well…a dead town near the Oklahoma border”

They tilt their head as they scan your Costco card “Must be real dead if I ain’t never heard of it.”

“Yeah, it is” you give a little chuckle and they continue,

“Well, alright then, I’ll get yer stuff boxed here and you can be back on yer way to the dead town.”

You finish paying and thank the cashier, then you start wheeling your cart back to the car when a very old man approaches you.

“You came from Fuller?” he says

You reply “Yeah, do you know it?”

He pauses, then says “I know it. That town used to have a lot people go missing after the businesses left. Why’re you out there?”

“I inherited an orchard” you say quietly

He places his hand on his chin “Oh? So, there’s still somethin’ left huh. Be careful ma’am, that town ain’t safe from what I know. The people ain’t right, if there’s any people left.”

You feel extremely confused “Ok, uh, thanks?”

You open the trunk and fill it with the bags wondering what he could possibly mean by people going missing, and the citizens being not right.

The drive back felt a lot faster; you were running what that old man had said through your head, -he must be talking about Dover, or maybe some urban legend-. You have experienced gossip and falsehoods about your own town back home before, so it didn’t seem so absurd to have a random stranger tell you something odd. You arrive back at the house by 1pm, happy to have been so productive today, you begin to unload the car and get everything into the house.

All the groceries get put away and you decide to start baking a batch of chocolate chip muffins for the Hewitts since they have been nothing but nice to you, and it’s the first time in a long while where you feel comfortable around other people; you are hopeful of making new long-term friends with the Hewitts. You bake 24 muffins since you assume that Tommy likely eats a lot and maybe hasn’t had a baked pastry in a while. When the muffins are done baking you take them out of the oven and put them in the little basket you brought the fruit over in, you cover the muffins with a cheesecloth and make your way over.

You walk up the driveway and look to the barn but don’t see Tommy there, just a group of chickens clucking around. You knock on the door which gets answered by Charlie who says,

“Well, well, well, what we got here? Bringin’ us somethin’ good sweetheart?”

You blush and reply “Yeah, I baked some muffins for all of you”

“Well, ain’t you sweet. Come in girlie, Luda’s gonna wanna say hi” he waves you in

You didn’t like how he stared at you but he seemed mostly harmless, he calls out into the house

“Luda! The neighbor girl is here!”

Luda Mae comes out from the kitchen drying her hands with a towel “Oh hi dear! What a welcome surprise to see you. What brings you by?”

You smile, Luda Mae is such a welcoming and kind person, you say “I baked some muffins for everyone, as a thank you for inviting me over the other day, and kindness you have all shown me”

“That is so thoughtful of you! I hope you know you’re welcome to come by anytime dear, you don’t need to bring gifts every visit, your company is enough” she says sincerely.

You feel very accepted among this strange small-town family you say “It was no big deal really, I went to the next town over to get groceries and picked up some ingredients to make sweet things to share”

Luda Mae tilts her head and smiles indicating how impressed she is by your kindness and generosity, she follows with “Well Tommy will just love these, I guess you must’ve known that he doesn’t get to eat baked goods often”

She calls out for him to come upstairs and you immediately get butterflies in your stomach, they make you feel nauseous and excited. You hear heavy, thudding footsteps and the house gently rattles as Tommy makes his way up to the living room from what you assume is the basement. He stops in his tracks the second he looks up and sees you; his eyes were shrouded in shadow from his hair and thick brows but despite the darkness, the brilliant blue looking back at you was vivid and bright; his long hair was roughly tousled and draped down to the nape of his neck in curly dark brown tendrils.

You finally got to see him even closer and you lose your breath with just how incredibly huge this giant of a man is compared to your own height, his chest is so wide it would enshroud your entire body if you hid behind it, his thick pectorals heaving with every breath under his worn-down short sleeve blouse. His legs were massive and covered by a pair of very worn and dirty jeans, they were hanging onto by a worn belt that had a large belt buckle, oxidized by time. You immediately felt a tinge of ancient animal fear from the obvious difference in power his body displayed, he could kill you in seconds if he wanted to but beneath his brutish exterior you could sense there was someone worth taking a chance on.

You wished to be able to see the rest of his face but it was hidden behind a dark leathery mask which was tactfully sewn together, there was only a small slit near his mouth for air to pass through, you wondered what he was hiding if he was already this impressive.

Luda Mae sighs and says,

“Thomas, don’t be shy, Y/N brought us some sweets, say thank you”

He holds his stare on you, he had never seen someone as breathtaking as yourself and your clothes did nothing to hide your robust, curvaceous figure, you didn’t look like someone who could easily break if he were to touch you but your height was barely a third of his own. He couldn’t help but find you simultaneously gorgeous and cute which was a perplexing and new feeling he welcomed. He suddenly snaps out of his trance when Luda Mae clears her throat, he then nods slowly as he shifts his eye contact from you and turns to leave quickly back down the stairs.

Luda Mae shakes her head “Excuse him, he takes a bit to warm up to people he likes”

“What about the people he doesn’t like?” You shocked yourself with your comment, it seemed to have just come out against your will.

Luda Mae looks at the floor and clenches the towel “Oh… haha well, don’t worry yourself about that hun. He likes you; one can tell that plain from the way he’s behavin’ ”

You let out a giggle and try to hide from the heat building up in your cheeks, Luda Mae notices this and smiles, Charlie sees this too and rudely barks in,

“Good thing y’got a crush on him because the people who don’t like him? Well, Girlie, you don’t wanna be them.”

Luda Mae drops her smile and snaps “YOU HUSH UP RIGHT THIS SECOND! THOMAS AIN’T DONE NOTHING WRONG!”

Charlie just laughs and wanders off, Luda Mae looks at you and says,

“I’m so sorry ‘bout him dear, he’s got such bad manners, does whatever he wants.” She places her hands on her hips and squints in the direction Charlie wandered off.

You reply “It’s alright. You know, Thomas seems to not want to be around me every time I come here. I hope I am not seeming like an intrusion to him.”

Luda Mae gets a worried look and says “Oh sweetheart, as his mama I can tell you with full certainty that he likes when you come over. He asked about you the other day, wondering who you are”

You try to suppress the smile forming on your lips, “I didn’t know he spoke. I would love to get to know him better” for some reason you kept saying bold statements despite your mind protesting the revealing honesty.

Luda Mae smiles at you “He speaks to the people he feels comfortable with, so far that’s only been me and sometimes Charlie. I think you may have to make an effort with Thomas dear, he is going to be like taming a wild animal, so you have your work cut out for you”

You continue a bit of small talk about the town you visited and then take your leave back down the drive way to home. The walk back makes you think of so many scenarios in which you would be able to speak with Tommy, he seemed like he would have a lot to say. The prospect of making Tommy trust you and having such a unique friend was overstimulating and got you so excited that you didn’t notice Dover come out of the bushes next to you, making you jump from being startled. He gives you a dirty look and says,

“Seems like yer makin’ friends with them Hewitt folk. What a stupid girl ya are. You know their sons a violent sort dontcha?”

You have had enough of Dover and his cruelty, you reply,

“I thought you wanted to be left alone? Besides, Thomas is really shy, he doesn’t seem violent”

Dover laughs “Ya really are dumber’n ya look! That retard would string ya up and eat ya alive if you don’t get the hell outta here”

You stop walking and face Dover “Why are you telling me this? It seems like you don’t care if I live or die so what would it matter to you if he DID eat me alive?”

He stops and looks at you “I DON’T CARE IF YA GET BURNED ALIVE!”

You stare at him, saying nothing, and he awkwardly looks around, expecting you to get mad, he follows

“Ya like that fool dontcha? Yer fixin’ to have him split yer birthin’ bits in two huh?”

You sneer at the crass statement “What is wrong with you? If you don’t need anything from me then please just go find the peace you claim to want, and let me live my life”

You continue walking away and he yells back after you “Those fuckers ate people ya know! Next theyr’ gon’ eat YOU! Have fun fuckin’ a cannibal man, ya dummy!”

You keep walking and make your way to the front door of your home, the words said to you by Dover were heinous but they did make you think, -He might be right, Luda Mae and her family say some really weird things a lot and seem to change the subject when things get too suspicious. At this point, I don’t care anymore… this is my only chance to have a normal life and have friends, maybe even family. I’m going to continue Tilly’s legacy, if not for her… then for all the people who seem to actually care about me-

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hotchs-bitch · 2 years ago

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4 AM

Credits: prompt idea from @foxy-eva Criminal Minds Writing Challenge! Hurt/Comfort prompt: Nowhere else to go: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell. Betaing credits to @doctorstethoscope and @greg-montgomery- I would never post anything if you guys didn't tell me to <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner (post-slash?), Aaron Hotchner & blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n) (platonic-ish)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Unrequited love, discussions of divorce and parenting, Hotch's take on Haley leaving him, big sexy man cries a little, mentions of cases, angsty

A/N: I'm back with a song fic about Hotch's marriage crumbling, because apparently that's the only thing that can drag me out of my burnout era. Inspo song is 4 AM by Cate, and I highly recommend giving it a listen!!

Yes, this is angstier than I meant for it to be. Yes, I'm already working on a part 2 :)

Find it on ao3 here, or under the cut. Happy reading <3

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Why don’t you come over?

It’s only friendship we’ll risk

You can cry on my shoulder

If it’s her that you miss

Are you thinking of me

In a new light?

‘Cause if not wе could pretend for the night, for thе night

“Why don’t you come over for a little bit tonight?”

“It… it doesn’t even matter–”

“How long is your drive?”

Aaron’s sigh into the phone receiver is audible. You can almost picture him right now, his face screwed up in frustration and two fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I’m… not far. I’m at a motel twenty minutes from Quantico. She offered to stay at Jessica’s house, but… I don’t want Jack to know what’s going on.”

This certainly wasn’t the conversation you were expecting to have when you phoned your boss in the evening, intending to apologize for the late hour and let him know that you would be sending a file to him that would need to be reviewed first thing in the morning. You were expecting a brief, rushed call. You weren’t expecting him to pocket-answer the phone so that you had an accidental front-row seat to the sound of your boss checking into a motel room for one guest.

When he finally heard your voice calling out, “Aaron!” from his pocket and realized what was going on, he had bashfully explained; another fight with Haley, a bad one. You know that they’re all bad these days, but his admittance meant that it was worse than usual. It had ended with both of them packing bags, insisting that the other stay at their house, and Hotch driving off before she could.

You can’t pretend that you aren’t a little surprised that he shared all of this without much prompting. But now, you just want to see him and know that he’s okay. You just want to make this better… but how can you do that?

Maybe it’s not your place to get involved at all. You would be the first to admit that, sure, you have a minor crush on your very married colleague, and maybe that means that you should be staying away from his marital problems with a twenty-foot pole. But if he needs help, you’re certainly going to offer it.

“I don’t want to say it, but… do you really think Jack doesn’t know? You two have been having a lot of problems, and he’s a smart kid.”

“I know. I know. But it’s not… we can work it out. We can figure something out. There’s no need to stress him out or make him think that we’re going to get a divorce. I don’t want him put through all of that, for something that won’t happen.” The pain in Aaron’s voice is as audible as his words, and the sheer emotion behind it… it just breaks your heart.

It’s your turn to sigh now, letting your head tip back and rest on the back of your couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to come over? It’s really no trouble, I promise. I’ve got a guest room; you can stay as long as you need.”

Now, there’s a familiar firmness in his tone. It’s that decisive I-know-best voice he uses when he really believes in what he’s saying. “I’m sure. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be home by tomorrow. We’ll work this out. I… appreciate you speaking to me about this. I’m sure it’s not why you called.”

If he could see you, you would wave a hand in the air as if to say, ‘Don’t worry about it’. “Anytime, Aaron. And that offer stands, you hear me?”

This standing offer of yours might be a bad idea. What if he takes you up on it? What if he comes over, seeking your company? Your conflicting feelings for him are easy enough to set aside at work, but if he’s coming over because of his rocky marriage that’s a whole other battlefield you don’t have a clue how to navigate.

Aaron loves his wife. You know that he does. He adores her and their son, right down to his nightly phone calls with them on cases and the picture of the two that he keeps in his go bag. But sometimes, on the occasional event that he relaxes around you, you can’t help wondering if he could ever think of you the same way he thinks of Haley.

He could, you’re sure of that. He’s a red-blooded man, and even though that’s a little cliche of you, you can’t help but wish he would think of you as more than a colleague. You’re a woman who sees him more often than his own wife does, and that’s got to count for something. Does he really just view you as a colleague and friend, or… does he ever view you as something more?

Sometimes, you think maybe he does. During your last case – an abduction in South Dakota – the two of you had been canvassing together down a busy street when a biker rode past. Aaron had noticed in the nick of time, pulling you in towards him and out of the way of harm. He loves his wife more than anything, and you know that he was just keeping you from getting hurt. But for a moment, for just a split second, you had let yourself imagine that it was a gesture of more-than-friends, that he was pulling you in because he wanted to be closer to you.

So maybe this offer is a terrible, awful idea. You can admit that it probably is, but at least he doesn’t seem to be taking you up on it.

“I hear you.” There’s a bit of a smile in his voice now, as though he knows how serious you’re being and he finds it amusing. “Thank you, again. Have a nice night.”

Before you can respond, he hangs up. With a sigh, you set down the phone. It’s starting to get late now; you might as well go to sleep if he’s not coming over.

–

When you wake up, your bedroom is completely dark. Your alarm isn’t ringing on the nightstand, and when you roll over in bed you read the time on the digital clock. 3:46 AM.

So what the hell woke you up?

Your answer comes in the form of a knocking sound, loud enough to get your attention without being an obnoxious pounding sound. The noise is coming from… somewhere, so you get out of bed and slip on a robe over your pajamas to find the source of the noise.

The hunt leads you to your front door, where that steady knocking is coming from the other side. Someone is knocking on your door, at the late hour, and in a haze of grogginess and confusion, you wrench the door open.

“What is- Aaron?”

He’s standing on your step, his hand raised like he’s ready to knock again. His face… god. His face is full of pain, unimaginably pure pain, and he nods at you. “Hi. I’m sorry, I… you were sleeping. I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

His voice breaks a little, and that’s when you reach out. With one hand on his shoulder, you steer him into the house and close the door. “Are you okay? You didn’t… what?”

When you guide Aaron to the couch, he sits down without hesitation. His voice is drenched with despair when he says, “I didn’t… know where else to go. You said that the, er, offer was standing, right?”

“What? Yes, of course, it is. Aaron, what’s going on?” You sink down onto the couch next to him, watching him inhale deeply like he’s trying to ground himself. The tiny part of you that preens when he says that he didn’t know where else to go… well, you try to fight that part back. Right now, the priority is Aaron. The priority is not your ridiculous, unrealistic crush on him. “I thought you were staying at the motel tonight and going home tomorrow.”

“I did, too. Haley texted me a little while ago. She… she told me that she wants to figure out a… custody agreement that recognizes her as Jack’s primary parent. She wants to… work that out before she gets her lawyer involved.” He gives you a sardonic little smile, one that fills you to the brim with empathy as he continues to speak. “Apparently, when she said she would stay at her sister’s house, she meant indefinitely. I can expect to be served the… papers in the next week.”

He says ‘papers’ in a bitter tone, like the very sound of the word puts a bad taste in his mouth. It’s not hard to piece two and two together, and you slowly reach for his hand. He lets you take it, and you give him a moment before you ask the question.

“You and Haley are divorcing?” Compartmentalizing this has to be one of the most strong-willed things you’ve ever done. This isn’t the time for your feelings and emotions to be anywhere near the surface; not when Aaron needs you like this.

At the d-word, he flinches a little like he’s been wounded. He obviously hasn’t come to terms with the idea of it yet, and you wonder how long it’s been since she texted him. “We aren’t divorcing. She’s divorcing me.” His correction is swift, and his voice is brittle; it feels like he’s close to shattering. Seeing him like this – so vulnerable, so broken – is completely alien to you.

“Aaron…” You don’t know what to say, so you squeeze his hand. In lieu of any other words, you ask the stupidest possible question. “How do you feel?”

He laughs a little, at that. It isn’t genuine, but it’s not a cruel laugh either. It’s a little bit cynical, a little disbelieving. “I just found out that my wife is leaving me. It’s 4 AM, and I’m tired, and I can’t go home. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, right now.”

“I know. I know, I’m sorry. It was dumb of me to ask.” You move a little closer to him, the couch cushions shifting under you until you’re almost pressed against him. “You can talk about it, if you want to. You can tell me everything that’s going through your head.”

Aaron takes another deep breath at that, and his hold on your hand tightens a little. “She isn’t happy. She hasn’t been happy, and we both knew it. I just… I didn’t think this would happen. I know she wants me around more- wanted me around, I suppose. Lately, most of our fights have been about work. Haley wanted me to leave the BAU, the Bureau if it came down to it, and I refused. And I can’t blame her for wanting a normal life, or wanting me to work at a 9 to 5, but… I can’t do that.”

His monologue has shaken every remaining ounce of grogginess out of your system. Aaron so rarely opens up, especially about personal matters. Listening to him talk like this, you could go all night long without a cup of coffee.

Come to think of it, coffee is a really good idea. Standing up, you give him a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m just going to make us some coffee. You look like you need it.”

The open-concept design means that you only move a few feet away to get to the coffeemaker in the kitchen, and you look over at Aaron as you scoop grounds into the basket. “Why can’t you leave the BAU?” Your question is soft, not accusatory.

He hears your tone, the general curiosity, and sighs. “When I was a lawyer, I prosecuted dozens of murder cases. By the time they reached my desk, it always felt like it was too late. And I wanted to, uh… stop them, before they got to my desk. We see a lot of things, you know? Jack… I don’t want him growing up in a world like this, with serial killers around every corner. I want to make the world a safer place for him. I suppose I thought that… I thought that because I’m doing it for my family, that would make it… easier for her to deal with.”

By the time Aaron finishes speaking, you’re handing him a cup of coffee. It’s sweetened with a bit of sugar and some cream; he usually drinks it black, but you know he considers any other kind of coffee to be a treat. If there’s ever been a time for him to deserve a treat, it’s now.

“You’re a good dad,” you tell him as you sink back down onto the couch with a mug of your own. “I know that you and Haley might have different ideas about what parenting should look like, but… you’re doing this because you love him. You want to protect him, and keep him safe and innocent. That doesn’t make you a monster for missing bedtime.”

It’s silent for a long moment; the only sound is both of you sipping your coffees, and then Aaron hums quietly. “I just… I never want him to know what kind of people are out there. He’s a little kid. I’m supposed to be there to tell him that there isn’t a monster under his bed. Instead, I spent his birthday in Mississippi looking for a guy who hunts his victims by actually hiding under their beds. I can’t blame Haley for being upset with me.”

You’re still trying to think of a response to that when he speaks again. His voice softens now, and when you glance over he looks away quickly. It’s not quick enough, and you still make note of the tears in his eyes that he’s obviously trying to hide. “We’ve been together since high school, you know. Graduation, college, law school… all of it.”

“I had no idea,” you murmur. You knew that Aaron and his wife were together for a long time, obviously. But to be together since high school? That’s a hefty chunk of time; it’s more than half as long as he’s been alive. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I… I can’t even imagine how you feel.”

“If it helps, neither can I. I don’t… I have no clue how I feel,” he admits, setting down the coffee cup. His gaze is still averted, but you can see the tears shining in his eyes. “Things haven’t been great for a while, and I know that. I’m not an idiot. But she’s always been there by my side, always. And now… she won’t be there, anymore.” His voice breaks a little on the last word, and it just… breaks your heart, all over again.

When you speak, it’s a little more tentative. Between his strict professionalism in the office and the reason for this impromptu 4 AM visit, you’re worried that you might be crossing some sort of line here. He’s got a wife at home; technically, he’s still married. That, and the reason for your offer is more selfish than you care to admit. But you don’t mind that as much as you probably should. After a pause, you say it.

“You can say no, but… do you want a hug?” Even as you ask the question, you start to get to your feet. Maybe to give him easy access, or maybe just so you can busy yourself with the coffee mugs if he says no.

A soft ‘oof’ escapes you when Aaron gets to his feet and hugs you tightly, like he’s just been waiting for you to ask. His arms wrap around your waist while your own come up to reach around him, rubbing his back gently in as reassuring of a manner as you can. Yes, your reason for this hug is selfish… It's selfish to take pride in the fact that you’re the one comforting him, reassuring him, and hopefully making him feel better.

You’re just about to let go – the guilt-ridden confliction of your emotions is almost too much to handle – when you feel and hear a sharp intake of breath against your shoulder, under your hand. It’s paired with the softest, most broken-sounding sob you can imagine. Aaron is trying to hold back that flood of emotion, that heartbreak that seems to surround him like it’s stuck alongside him inside an impenetrable bubble, and you tighten your grip on him a little.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, and you hope that you sound soothing. You hope that you can calm him, help him in some way. “You can let go, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron doesn’t respond. He’s silent against you as his face presses into your shoulder, but his back moves under your hand when he takes in another deep, shuddering breath. It isn’t until he pulls away and lowers his head that you realize that the shoulder of your robe is soaked with tears that you couldn’t feel through the layers of fabric.

His head is still down, and he wipes at his face like he can’t stand to have tears running down it. “I’m sorry,” he says after a long moment, and he turns away altogether while he presumably collects himself.

You allow him this privacy, this pseudo-solitude to wipe his face and straighten his posture and do whatever else he can to recover from his moment of sheer, sheer vulnerability. He’s starting to turn back by the time you say, “Don’t be. You’re hurting, Aaron. I want to be here for you, however I can be. If you want to talk about how much you miss her, and cry on my shoulder…” you shrug one of the aforementioned shoulders, a gesture meant to play off the tension of the moment, “Well, I’ve got two of them, so feel free. Whatever you need, okay? That’s a promise.”

With a little nod, Aaron wipes a hand under both eyes again. “I understand. I really appreciate it… I appreciate you. Just having you here, with me… it’s helped more than you know.”

A tight smile graces your face, and you pat his forearm as you step back. The coffee is starting to wear off, and you can feel the exhaustion down to your bones. It’s on his face too, in his eyes and the way they’re growing heavy with the need to sleep. “Of course. We can talk more in the morning, but I think for now you should try to get some sleep. Okay?”

Aaron straightens up, and you don’t miss the way his jaw flexes as he tries to suppress a yawn. “I think you’re right. Thank you, again.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you promise, leading him down the hall towards the guest bedroom right next door to yours. “Just get some rest, and… tomorrow can wait. Everything else can wait, for now.”

“It can wait,” Aaron agrees with a solemn nod, his voice quiet. He thanks you once again before you step away from the door, listening to it shut before you turn off all the lights and return to your own bedroom.

By the time you slip under your blankets, you can hear soft snores floating through the shared wall. It’s still hard to tell if you’ve overstepped, or if you’ve crossed some sort of line tonight. But for now… Aaron might have Haley in his head, but he’s fast asleep in your guest bedroom. You’re going to support him through this next stage of his life. Whatever the next few weeks or months may bring, you’ll be there.

You aren’t going to change his mind on anything. If he wants to contest the divorce, you’ll be there for him. If he wants to do it amicably, you’ll ask how you can help. If he realizes somewhere along the way that you could be the one for him, you certainly won’t argue.

You’ve already waited without hope for years. If he winds up single then maybe, just maybe, he’ll think of you in a new light one day. And if not… maybe you can just pretend he will, for tonight.

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rafedaddy01 · 1 year ago

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Baby Mama

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You still haven’t told Rafe your pregnant, you were about to and your parents walked in. You were even more nervous now than before, Rafe went home that night and you spent the whole night turning in bed too sick to sleep.

Not only did you have to break the news to your baby daddy, you had to find a way to tell you parents. They would not be happy, your dad would definitely lecture you about how young you are and your mom would cry. It would be s total shit show, maybe you could hide it?

Hopefully Rafe would not hate you, your mind raced all night with different scenarios on how to tell him and how he would react. Your relationship was so fresh, you didn’t want to ruin that.

In the morning you paced your room as you pressed send on the text.

“I need to talk to you, meet me at the club” -y/n

“Sure thing baby, I’ll see you soon” -Rafe

“I’ll be back!” You told your parents as you grabbed a light jacket and rushed out the house before you were interrogated.

Driving to the country club, your stomach turned as you thought about rafe flipping out on you and causing a scene and storming off. Leaving you, never giving you a second thought. You hoped he wouldn’t, you were falling for him hard and couldn’t imagine leaving him. But then again Rafe Cameron couldn’t be one to be tied down, you knew this which is why you expected the worst. But you needed to do this, he needed to know.

You parked and gathered up the courage, taking a deep breath and walking inside. You spotted Rafe sitting at the bar sipping on a beer. He spotted you and his eyes lit up, “took you long enough, I missed my girl” he said wrapping his arms around your waist and dipping down for a kiss.

You kissed him back and pulled away, turning your head and trying not to let the threatening tears to spill.

“Rafe, why don’t we sit down”

“Everything okay?”

You looked into his eyes that were laced with worry, you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall as he wiped them with the pads of his thumbs.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, what’s wrong. Talk to me”

“I-I don’t know how to say this..” you cleared your throat and held his hands. “Here it goes.. I’m pregnant Rafe” you froze as you expected him to toss your hands aside and walk out.

Instead his lips curved into a smile, his eyes beaming with joy.

“Are you serious!” He exclaimed, standing up and picking you up and twirling you around. All eyes giving confused looks.

“Rafe, Rafe! Put me down!” You laughed as he gently set you down. “Your not mad?” You asked looking away shyly. “Mad? Why would I be mad?” He asked wrapping you in a hug. “I don’t know, I just thought you wouldn’t want this”

“Bullshit, I love you y/n. I know it might be soon, but I can’t wait to start a family with you. This is the best day of my life, we’re gonna have a little Rafe running around soon” he said rubbing your belly. “Oh god” you playfully rolled your eyes at the thought of taking care of two Rafes.

“Come on, we’re gonna celebrate.” He said pulling your hand and heading to the exit. “Where are we going” you giggled. “We’re gonna go get anything you and my baby want to eat and then we’re gonna watch the sunset while I feed you ice cream by the ocean” he said opening the door for you.

“Rafe.. we don’t-“

“Nonsense, your carrying my child and I will spend the rest of my life taking care of you” he placed his forehead on yours and kissed your lips softly. “I love you” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

“I love you” you said smiling.

The two of you walked hand in hand, both smiling as he opened passenger door for you and helped you inside, coming down and kissing your belly before closing the door and jogging around to the drivers side.

“Ready mamma?” He asked as he started the engine and sent a grin your way. “Yea” you beamed, intertwining your hand in his.

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cherubshert · 1 year ago

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Hi, I would like to make a request for TXT soobin and black reader. Like black reader is introducing soobin to her family for the first time on Thanksgiving. And they are so welcoming towards him.

A/n: i feel like this is a bit rushed, but i hope u like it 😭.

warnings: me trying to sound fancy, not proofread:0

its getting colder, the sky looking more glum, the trees growing barren day by day, but even with all that, you wake up feeling ecstatic. humming a little tune as you finish your morning chores, and finish up the rest of the food for tonight. your boyfriend on the other hands, seemed to be very in the winter mood. dragging his body around as he finished his chores, lazily helping you with the cooking you had to do.

the excitement he had yesterday seemed to have died down, all the excited promises he made are out the window leaving a nervous wreck behind.

"we don't have to go." soobin starts, you drop your comb staring at him through your mirror. "i haven't spent Thanksgiving with my family in a while binnie, we have to go." he grumbles under his breath.you finish up to make-up, standing up and making you way over to him.

your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers toying with the delicate chain you both shared. "are you nervous about meeting them?" he nods. "you don't have to be, my mom and dad already love you... and i love you even more. don't worry about anyone else." you punctuate your sentence with a kiss, a slight smile on his face when you pull away. you grab your phone, gasping at the time.

"come on baby were already late."

the ride to your family home, is a bit long. music playing softly, soobin's hand in yours as you drove. as you pull up to your family's drive way, his grip grows tight, his legs bouncing. you let go of the steering wheel, gently holding his face. "stop worrying, i'm here."he leans in pressing your forehead together. you stay like that for a few seconds, before you pull away. "come one lets get the food and go inside."

its cold outside your car, you shiver rubbing your body, hurrying to get the food from the backseat.once your sure the food in secure in your arms, you reach out for soobin. your fingers interlacing as you make you way to the door.

it doesn't take a second after you knock for the door to swing open. your mother's smile growing brighter, at the sight of you. "y/n! oh my" her arms wrapping around you, her hand cupping your face pressing gentle kisses. " come in come in."

the rest of the house is a bit crowded, your family littered around in the living room and kitchen. your younger siblings rush to your helping you with the things in your hands. soobin is being bombarded with warm welcomes, at some point your mom pulls him away to introduce him to the rest of your family .

its honestly sweet to see, though he's still shy, your family doesn't make him feel left out. introducing him to some of your customs. it takes him a while to relax, but when he does his beautiful smile causes your heart to swell.

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philomenie · 1 month ago

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Shadow Warrior

Hitman! Jolly - Part 2

CN despair, grief, mention of abortion, mafiatheme, violence, murder, sexual tension, cheating, guilt, thoughts/ plans for exhumation +18

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TWO

When she wakes up the next morning, stiff and exhausted, she curses everything. Scolding herself, she gets to her feet, kicks the pumps off her feet and goes into the kitchen to get a coffee from her fully automatic machine. With the cup, she goes to the bedroom on the second floor to get rid of her clothes, then to the bathroom to take a long shower.

Her muscles slowly relax under the hot water and she feels better afterwards, but still dead tired. FUCK, she has to go to the clinic... partly because she can't just take a nap, and partly because she promised Nadja she'd be there to take care of her business.

A baby... a stabbing pain pierces her as she thinks back to how lovingly and tenderly Joakim treated Zoja and Nikolaj.... Damn... she wanted children with him so much. Damn... unbridled rage builds up inside her and, screaming, she bangs her fist against the bedroom door, causing Milo to yelp in fright. “I'm sorry, baby!” Olivia strokes her dog, trying to calm him down, ”It won't happen again... I have to get ready now and you're going back to Alma's, are you happy?” Milo tilts his head and looks at Olivia skeptically. When she's finished, she takes Milo to her neighbor Alma, who likes to take care of Milo. “Oh, do you have a headache?” Alma wants to know sympathetically, as Olivia is wearing dark sunglasses. “Something like this.... It was late last night and the brightness is too much for me today!” Olivia explains with a sigh. “You were out?” smiles Alma. “About.....” sighs Olivia evasively. “Alone or with someone?” Alma follows up.

Olivia rolls her eyes, “Alma.... Don't tell me you didn't see the limo....” Alma chuckles in amusement, “Yes.... It was hard to miss... as was the man who picked you up....” She looks at Olivia expectantly. “Noah.... His name is Noah and he's not my boyfriend or my lover or whatever you're imagining.... He's sort of a business partner... he supports the clinic, yesterday was sort of a business dinner!” Olivia quickly explains. “Well... he didn't look like that.... The way he was beaming at you....” Alma probes. “But that's the way it is! I have to go, otherwise I'll be absolutely late!” Olivia ends the conversation, turning around as she leaves, ”I'll pick Milo up as usual, if it's going to be late, I'll let you know!” “All right... have fun!” Alma calls after her as Olivia walks back to her house to take her car to drive to the clinic. Olivia arrives far too late, takes ages to find a parking space and then hurries into the clinic. “Sorry!” she shouts from the entrance and rushes towards the lockers to change quickly. Marisol, one of the nurses, comes to meet her, “There's someone here to see you!” she explains meaningfully. “A woman?” Olivia wants to know immediately. “Hmm, a woman!” nods Marisol. “That's OK, Marisol, I'm expecting her!” nods Olivia. “I wonder what such a woman wants here with us!” asks Marisol. “She's a friend who needs my help....” explains Olivia quickly. “OK, do you want me to take her to the examination room?” Marisol wants to know. “No, it's OK, I'll take her!” smiles Olivia and goes off to fetch Nadja, who is sitting a little impatiently in the waiting area, sticking out. When she sees Olivia, she immediately jumps up, “Oh, good that you're here!” she sighs, a little pale around the nose. “Are you feeling sick again?” Olivia immediately wants to know. “Again? Still!” Nadja snorts, ”Will it be long? I don't want Nicholas to get suspicious.... He's with me for the time being...with us, at home!”

“Nicholas is with Sergei?” Olivia asks, puzzled. “Yes, with Sergei and Boris, to be precise. The three of them get on really well!” smiles Nadja. “It's all so crazy....” laughs Olivia, but then becomes serious, ”We're hurrying with everything... but Nadja, think about everything very carefully!” Nadja nods slowly, “Yeah... I know... but like I said... I really can't keep it!” “I'm sure we'll find a solution!” smiles Olivia, taking Nadja with her. As the gynecologist performs the ultrasound, Nadja holds on to Olivia's hand and both women stare at the screen. Olivia's heart clenches as she clearly sees the little creature with the beating heart on it.

“FUCK!” Nadja gasps, ”That's already a baby.....” “Well, more precisely, a fetus... You are now in the 10th week of pregnancy, if your information is correct!” explains the gynecologist with a smile. Nadja looks desperately at Olivia, “How should I.....” she leaves the sentence unspoken. “We'll talk about that later, when Dr. Smith is finished here!” Olivia strokes her arm reassuringly. “FUCK... I can't get it removed!” Nadja hisses a little later in Olivia's doctor's room, ”But how is that supposed to work?” “Hmm, you're a first-time mother, you can't usually see your belly that quickly.... Then wear oversize clothes... and when it becomes obvious, take some time off... you need a rest or something..... don't have the baby here in the city, but somewhere safe for you and your child, where nobody will notice. Preferably anonymously!” suggests Olivia. “And Nicholas?” gulps Nadja. “Well... as fond as he is of children, that shouldn't be a problem, should it?” smiles Olivia. “No....” sighs Nadja, ”But me and a mom.... Oh God, that poor child!” Olivia lovingly takes Nadja in her arms, “You'll be a great mother because you know what's important and you care about the people you love, fighting for them like a lioness....”

Nadja stiffens in her arms, “You're talking about him.....” she gulps. “Even....” Olivia whispers harshly, ”You didn't give up until you found him... you and Nicholas pulled him out of the rubble.... At least you brought him back to me! That means so much to me.....” Nadja's throat gets tight, she has to clear her throat, she gets hot and cold at the same time, “Olivia... I......” she swallows, on the verge of finally, finally telling Olivia the truth. But then she stops because she doesn't know how to tell her that Joakim isn't dead after all... Nadja hates herself so much for not telling Olivia the truth straight away, but Doi more or less put a gun to her head, threatening to withdraw his support, pointing out that Joakim was going to die anyway after what the doctors had said. Nadja didn't want to push Olivia into absolute emotional chaos, she had seen how she felt at the time. And to be honest, she didn't expect Joakim to survive either. His injuries were far too severe.... But the fact that he survived, that he can walk again, that he didn't suffer any damage from all this - well, apart from a few minor things - is an absolute miracle that absolutely nobody would have expected... Nadja dreads the day when he returns... and she just knows that he will come back and then she can only hope that he still has such a big heart and can forgive her.

“Nadja, what's wrong, you're suddenly completely pale!” startled, Olivia puts a hand on her shoulder. “It's all right... it's just... a lot... a lot!” she swallows. “I know, dear, but who can deal with it if not you!” smiles Olivia. Nadja looks thoughtfully at Olivia, “You're much stronger than me.....” she whispers harshly and hugs Olivia tightly, who is surprised by this, but also embraces Nadja. “I'm glad you're my friend!” Nadja declares quietly. “I really am.....” Olivia nods and both women look at each other. “Who would have thought....” Nadja shakes her head. “I certainly didn't at first!” Olivia explains brittlely and Nadja has to laugh, ”I definitely didn't either, I hated you at first!” “Well, my feelings were in no way inferior!” Olivia shrugs her shoulders. “It's a good thing that's changed!” Nadja nods seriously. “Yes.....” explains Olivia, ”But to come back to your pregnancy, I'll write you a vitamin supplement to take and we'll make another appointment for a check-up. Also, no alcohol, no cigarettes!” “Heavens, I know that myself!” Nadja rolls her eyes before leaving. Olivia accompanies her, watches her leave the clinic and freezes when she sees a dark figure standing diagonally behind her out of the corner of her eye. But when she turns around, startled, it is gone. Olivia looks around searchingly. For God's sake, you're getting really paranoid, she scolds herself and walks back, shaking her head. Joakim stands behind the door to the storeroom, his heart pounding. Damn, that was close... he was careless in his longing to see Olivia. But seeing her AND Nadja together... well, he had to digest that first. Nadja...... damn... he owes her his life, her and Ruffilo, he knows that, but then WHY did she practically betray him? Why did she play Doi's game.... Then why was he so stupid and let himself get rattled. Damn so much wasted time... but even now he doesn't dare just go to Olivia.... She'd either faint or strangle him for doing this to her... he's convinced of it. He doesn't see any other option, although he wants nothing more than for her to just hug him and everything to be okay again... like it used to be.... Says she loves him... God... how can he face her?

Then there's Doi.... Yesterday, when Joakim was back in his small apartment in a daze, he couldn't turn off his thoughts, his fears. His thoughts were constantly revolving around Doi and Olivia.... The more he thought about it, the angrier and more desperate he became.... By now, he's pretty sure that his Liv and Doi are having an affair... Damn, but that can't actually be... right? OR? It keeps roaring in his head. He just can't turn it off. He has to get out of here immediately, not that someone else might come in here by chance, then what? He carefully peers through the crack in the door and scurries out just when there's so much going on that no one will be paying attention to him. He pulls his baseball cap down over his face and quickly leaves the clinic. He needs to be clear about Olivia and Doi, that's the first thing he has to decide... only then can he decide whether he can really get in Olivia's face.... Will step in.

He immediately starts to doubt again... will she still want me at all.... Now... so.... Disfigured? Maybe it would be best to just disappear back to Sweden and try to start a new life there, try to forget. But Joakim knows that just wouldn't work.... He could never forget Liv in his life.

As Olivia walks to her car that evening, she again has the feeling that she is being watched. She looks around restlessly. Her gaze wanders over the parked cars at the side of the road and in the parking lot until she stops at a car, or rather a black SUV with tinted windows. Her breath catches for a moment, then unbridled rage flares up inside her.... That fucking asshole, that shitty bastard, it races through her head as she stomps towards the car, furious as hell. Her eyes are glowing and her hands are clenched into fists as she stops in front of it and bangs vigorously on the window. When nothing happens, she bangs on it again. “Open up... tell your fucking boss not to do that..... he shouldn't dare let me be watched!” she shouts angrily. The window slowly lowers and two pairs of almond-shaped eyes focus on her. “I knew it......” Olivia hisses, beside herself and punches the hood of the car, ”WHAT THE FUCK?” “Mr. Davis is concerned for her safety!” one of the men explains. “FUCK.... He can save himself the trouble, he just needs to leave me alone!” Olivia hisses, pulling out her cell phone and dialing Doi. It doesn't take five seconds and he picks up. “Olivia... did you have.....” is as far as he gets. “Why are you monitoring me?” Olivia hisses immediately, ”What the fuck?” “Olivia....” sighs Doi. “No, not OLIVIA.... Cut the fucking tone.... What the fuck?” hisses Olivia, pale with anger. “I just want what's best for you, to protect you, to make sure nothing happens to you!” declares Doi sternly. “FUCK OFF!!!” yells Olivia at him, ”Then just leave me alone... how about that?” “Oh, you want me to leave you alone? Seriously? YOU called me to help you, your patients.... Besides, I helped you finance the clinic, YOU asked me to do that.... And now you're saying I won't leave you alone..... really Olivia?” Doi hisses back.

“None of this gives you the right to keep me under surveillance for weeks!” Olivia hisses back. Silence. “For weeks.....” gulps Doi. “YES, FOR WEEKS, DAMN IT!” hisses Olivia back. “Olivia, believe me, my men have only been here to look after you since today....” Doi declares sternly. “Don't fuck with me!” growls Olivia. “I'm not!” Doi assures her, ”Only since today, I swear!” “But..... then who's watching me all the time?” gulps Olivia. “Are you sure?” Doi wants to know. “Yes... I've had the feeling I was being watched for weeks, even today at the clinic... but no one was there.... And then I saw the car with your people......” explains Olivia. “Those idiots!” hisses Doi angrily, ”But Olivia, really, my men have only been there to look after you since today!” “Real professionals... of course that makes me feel totally safe and protected!” hisses Olivia sarcastically. “Like I said, idiots.....” growls Doi. “Then who was watching me?” Olivia wants to know with a queasy feeling in her stomach. “Well, I'll find out, don't worry!” growls Doi, ”And please, do me a favor, let me protect you, please... you mean way too much to me to let anything happen to you!” “Noah....” sighs Olivia. “Please.... Please Olivia, let me do this for you. I'll leave you alone otherwise, I promise. But please, let me protect you!” pleads Doi urgently. “I don't know... but not at the clinic... that would cause far too much disruption to everything!” Olivia restricts, ”And not at my house either... just not that!” “OK, your rules, I'll stick to them!” Doi promises immediately. “Because of me.....” snorts Olivia ”And you leave me alone....” “Yeah, fine by me!” growls Doi, disappointed but glad that Olivia accepts his men for her protection. “And please tell me WHO has been watching me all this time!” gulps Olivia. “I will!” nods Doi seriously. “Good...then....” Olivia doesn't know what else to say. “See you soon....” Doi swallows and hangs up, then angrily throws his cell phone on the floor with all his might and kicks it across the floor. FUCK... such assholes.... What kind of idiots did he pick to watch Olivia! And WHO is watching her? But he can only think of one answer to this question right now.... It can only be Karlsson.... Cursed.... He must be here again... FUCK!!! If Ruffilo is right in his warning, he should be more careful.... God in heaven... Olivia will hate with all her heart.... She'll probably never forgive him for that in her life. Doi's mind is racing... what the hell is he supposed to do now? He thinks for a moment, grabs his spare cell phone from his desk and then dials Ruffilo. “You were right...” he hisses immediately when Ruffilo picks up, ”Karlsson is probably here again!” “How would you know that?” asks Ruffilo. “Well, Olivia's been feeling watched for weeks, but hasn't seen anyone... it can only be Karlsson!” hisses Doi. “And she's calling you.....” Ruffilo follows up. “Yes... my stupid men are apparently too stupid to monitor a person... she recognized them immediately today and then shouted at me on the phone... then accused me of doing this for weeks, having them watched..... I didn't!” Doi explains. “Well..... then it's probably Karlsson!” nods Ruffilo seriously. “You know what that means....” growls Doi. “That he's coming for Olivia!” snorts Ruffilo, ”Nobu, she was never yours and never will be in my lifetime... even if Karlsson really were dead. She was always just his and always will be!”

“We had sex.... Good sex..... I... she means a fucking lot to me!” Doi chokes out. “Not your fucking serious.... You just took her?” hisses Ruffilo angrily. “Are you crazy? You think I took her..... For God's sake, no.... We were arguing and I kissed her just because, she triggers something in me.... I can't explain it to you. She returned the kiss, took my clothes off... one thing led to another” Doi hisses, ”It was great.... SHE is great... I've never felt that way with any other woman. She drives me crazy and could have anything from me at the same time, just anything!” “You're in love with her!” Ruffilo gulps, stunned. “Yes, I love her... damn it, I fucking love her!” screams Doi. “Does she know that?” Ruffilo wants to know. “No, yes, I hinted at it, but she doesn't take me seriously, says you and I will never get together!” Doi explains. “Which she's right about, you know that!” nods Ruffilo. “I just need more time.....” adds Doi. “No, Nobu, that wouldn't change anything. She only loves one man and that's Karlsson!” explains Ruffilo seriously. “She'll forget him!” growls Doi. “God, Nobu... you're not an idiot yourself!” snorts Ruffilo, ”No, she never will in her life. HE was THE one, you know? HE was her reason for everything she did, wanted to do. HE was and remains the love of her life! And now he's back!” “He hasn't shown himself to her yet!” growls Doi, ”Besides.... He's been away for so long.... Maybe.....” “NO, NOBU! He loves her more than anything in the entire fucking world. More than his life, which he willingly sacrificed for her to keep her safe. He IS dead to her, my God...” hisses Ruffilo, ”What do you think he'll do to you if you dare come between him and Olivia. If you dare to claim her for yourself? Apart from the fact that Olivia would kill you anyway?”

“DAMN!” Doi angrily slaps his desk with the flat of his hand. “Nobu, face it.... You lost, never could win...” sighs Ruffilo. “So you want me to give it up!” growls Doi. “You have to... besides, you never had her... not like Karlsson.....” declares Ruffilo sternly. “DAMN!” curses Doi again. “Something else... something that probably won't put you in a better mood... but the Italians, or rather Folio, is becoming increasingly insolent and isn't keeping to the agreements he made with Nadja. He's married to Volkov's cousin Yelena and now thinks he has certain claims to Nadya's territory, business!” Ruffilo explains seriously. “FUCK! What does the little wanker want now......” snorts Doi. “The little wanker is not to be underestimated. He's certainly no Kolja, but an opponent to be taken seriously!” warns Ruffilo sternly. “Damn... the day is getting better and better. Why am I only finding out about this now?” Doi wants to know. “Well, Nadja thought and still thinks she can handle it herself. She doesn't know that I told you! But I don't want it to come to war. I want Nadja to be safe. Just like you Olivia. That's why I'm telling you now!” explains Ruffilo. “OK... I'll ask around and meet with Folio. See what I can do to make the little wanker keep his feet still and stick to the agreements we've made. Are you happy?” Doi wants to know. “Do that, and not a word to Nadja!” growls Ruffilo. “All right...” Doi hisses and hangs up, suppressing the impulse to scrap this cell phone too. Instead, he runs both hands through his hair.

What the hell is he supposed to do now? Really give up on Olivia? Even if it makes no sense to keep hoping for her? Ruffilo is right... she loves Karlsson, will always love him, but Nobu had hoped that in time she might love him too.... Damn, he meets THE woman he would do anything for and then this.... Heaven! Until now, it had always been the other way around. Nobu could have all the women he wanted, but he didn't want any of them for long. Olivia, on the other hand... there's something about her that drives him crazy. He's completely fascinated by her, he just has to have her.…

Damn.... angry, Nobu hits his desk again with the flat of his hand. Thinks feverishly.... If he could find Karlsson.... A thought forms in Nobu's mind, which he immediately dismisses. If he did that, he would lose his best friend since childhood and Olivia too, if she ever found out, and Nicholas would make sure of that, he realized. He would also be breaking the word he gave Karlsson back then. Security for him and Olivia, for life. Damn... In fact, he has no choice but to wait for Karlsson to make the first move. Or hope that Karlsson does NOT make the first move and simply disappears again. But the chances of that are slim, and Nobu knows that too.

“Who did you talk to on the phone?” Nadja wants to know from Nicholas. Sighing, he sits down on the couch and rests his arms on the backrest. Nadja sits down next to him and Nicholas puts his arm around her shoulders. “Nobu!” he growls.

“And.... Then why are you so angry?” Nadja asks, ‘You didn't tell him about the baby!’ Nadja sits up, startled. “No... no... I'm certainly not going to do that!” Nicholas immediately reassures her, ”No, it was about Olivia. Nobu has had her guarded since today. Which she noticed immediately. God, what kind of idiots did he choose for this....” “Why is he doing that?” Nadja wants to know, irritated. “He's worried about her, that something might happen to her. Anyway, Olivia accused him of having her watched for weeks....” sighs Nicholas. Nadja turns pale, “Joakim.....” she chokes out, “It can only be Joakim!” “I strongly suspect that too, yes!” Nicholas nods grimly, ”I told Nobu not to come between him and Olivia... I hope he's smart enough to take my advice!” “Do you think....” gulps Nadja anxiously. “That he wants revenge?” sighs Nicholas, ”On Nobu? On us? Because we kept Olivia from him?” “Yes....” whispers Nadja quietly. “Not if we leave him alone.... I helped him, Nadja. Gave him enough money to start over. Talked to him a lot! He's angry, hurt, but knows that you and I saved his life, just like Nobu....” Nicholas explains seriously. “You didn't tell me you were still in contact with him!” gulps Nadja.

“No, he didn't want me to tell you or Nobu.... He had a lot to sort out for himself, to think.... Licking his wounds, healing. He wasn't really well for a long time, you know, apart from his physical wounds. He's afraid that Olivia won't love him anymore, won't be able to love him the way he looks now. That she won't be able to forgive him for not being with her right away.... It's complicated. It's all bloody complicated!” sighs Nicholas. “Yes, it is, and I'm damn sorry that he has to suffer like this. And that he no longer trusts me.... Otherwise he would have come to me, not you!” swallows Nadja. “He had me!” smiles Nicholas, pulling Nadja close and kissing her tenderly, ‘Don't get so upset, it's not good for our baby!’ he beams. Ever since Nicholas found out that he was going to be a father again, he has been smitten. A child with Nadja... something he had dreamed of but never thought would happen. A miracle.... And he hopes Karlsson and Olivia will also experience their miracle.... Sergei and Boris were no less delighted and Nadja was the only one who didn't burst into fits of tears. Nicholas is aware that this child is a powder keg, precisely because Nadja has enough enemies in the organization who would welcome her failure, as well as conservative heads who would condemn this adultery and withdraw their support and approval from Nadja. It's a tricky story, so they all made a plan. As long as her belly can still be well concealed, Nadja will continue to do all the tasks as before, then gradually take herself out and hand over more responsibility to her right-hand man, Alexei, who is already in the loop, and Sergei. She herself will then come to him, stay until the child is born and then he will come here, together with the baby and his other children and foster children, to the house he bought here some time ago. A risky plan, but it could work out.....

When Olivia goes to pick Milo up from Alma, she takes her aside for a moment. “Do you actually have a surveillance camera on and in your house?” she wants to know worriedly, ”An alarm system?” “No... why?” Olivia asks, frowning. “Well.... Well, I don't want to worry you...” Alma presses on. “But?” Olivia wants to know in alarm. “Well, I saw someone sneaking around your house earlier... Milo was banging, that's why I saw him!” Alma explains seriously. “Him?” gulps Olivia, her eyes wide. “Yes, a man, dressed completely in black... Tall, slim, broad shoulders. I couldn't make out his face. For one thing, it was already quite dark, but he had a baseball cap on, pulled low over his face and the hood of his hoodie on top of that,” Alma describes the person. Olivia turns pale and has to hold on to the door frame. “God, what's wrong with you?” Alma asks, startled, and reaches out to support her. “Nothing....” Olivia chokes out, looking Alma straight in the eye, ‘His hands... did you see his hands?’ Olivia wants to know urgently. “Yes... but he was wearing black gloves. Do you know him?” Alma wants to know. “I don't know.....” Olivia gasps, ”No, probably not... because that can't be. It absolutely can't be...” she mumbles to herself in horror. Alma shakes her lightly by the arm, which brings Olivia out of her shock.

“You're scaring me! What's going on? Are you in trouble?” Alma asks anxiously. “I have no idea.... No, not really!” Olivia shakes her head. “Do you want me to come over?” Alma asks gently. Olivia suddenly tightens up, “No, but I have somewhere to be... could you keep Milo with you in the meantime? I'm hurrying too!” “Of course!” Alma swallows in surprise and looks questioningly after Olivia, who suddenly runs towards her car, gets in and drives off. Olivia's mind races... the description of the man who is said to have been sneaking around her house.... No... it can't be... it can't be HIM.... He's dead.... Dead for 2 cursed years..... This can never, ever be Joakim.... Nevertheless, her heart races like crazy, she feels sick and a burning sensation spreads through her chest.... Hope, crazy hope.... But she was at his funeral..... she shoos the hope away. Suddenly she feels freezing cold... she has never seen his body directly... Doi, Nicholas and Nadja have more or less stopped her from looking at him up close, touching him one last time, stroking him.... It would be too traumatic, as his body, his head would be crushed.... And Olivia was so pumped up on sedatives that she couldn't put up much of a fight. Olivia shakes her head in bewilderment... they couldn't have lied to her... could they? Have they? God..... They can't have simply lied to her... and if you did.... Then why didn't Joakim come to her? FUCK, none of this makes any sense at all... absolutely no sense. Olivia stops in the parking lot with a blank stare as she reaches her destination. It's pitch black by now, but she doesn't care as she gets out and locks her car, walking into the sprawling lot with the high fence around it. She knows the path in her sleep... she has walked it umpteen times in the past two years. It doesn't take long before she is standing in front of Joakim's grave.

A gray granite stone with his name and dates bears witness to Joakim's past existence. Instead of a cross, a shining star is engraved above his name... the North Star. Olivia strokes it with trembling fingers. He can't possibly be alive... can he? OR??? Doubts run through Olivia and she can barely breathe properly. What the hell is she doing here? Hastily she looks around... the cemetery is deserted... should she really..... Damn!!! She remembers that she doesn't have a shovel or anything else with her... and how is she supposed to explain WHY she's digging up a body if she gets caught?! But Olivia's doubts harden. She thinks feverishly, then turns around and runs back to her car. Well... she needs to plan that better, first of all she wants to get a surveillance camera and an alarm system... then a decent shovel, a spade.... And ask Daniel to help her. Daniel is Alma's son and is ready for anything, as Olivia knows very well, because she can't ask Doi, Nicholas, Nadja or Alexei to support her in her crazy plan to dig up Joakim's body. Because if he is still alive, these four know about it, which rekindles Olivia's anger.... So if he's still alive, they've lied to everyone.... FUCK, I'll never forgive them for this, Olivia grumbles angrily.

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lgwifey · 1 year ago

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Hi, may I ask if you can write something about Damon Albarn and a female reader? (Maybe something fluff if you want, but I think anything will do).

P.S I really like your writing :) .

Hiiiiya babes, thanks so much xxx I hope you like this, I’m not entirely sure what type this falls into but it’s all my brain’s giving me <33

RUN

90s!Damon Albarn x fem!aristocratic!reader

Y/F/N : your full first name. Y/N : your nickname/shortened version of your full name

MASTERLIST

"Y/n Y/L/N is at it again ladies and gentlemen !"

The eighteen year old rolled her eyes, mumbling to whoever was in the room with her to 'turn the blasted thing off, won't you'. She sat up, lifting her pink silk eyemask off and throwing it onto her lesser used bedside table.

"Good morning Miss Y/F/N."

She looked aside to find her childhood nanny at her bedroom door, just having placed the hot pink television remote on her vanity.

"How many times do I have to say Vanessa ? Just Y/N."

She sent a smile to the mother figure before jumping out of her bed, quite literally. The winter chills sent her to pull on some pom-pomed slipper boots, pulling on a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms aswell.

"Of course, Y/N."

She sent a smile back to the young lady before informing her that her mother was downstairs waiting for her, which caused her to go wide eyed and immediatly rushed down the two flights of stairs which lead to the dining room.

She stopped before the overly elegant double doors, quickly pulling her hair out of the pink scrunchie she had slept in and trying to pat it down. She gave a quick knock before opening the left door, walking in with a perfect posture.

“Good morning mother."

The girl caught her mother's eyes at the other side of the room. They didn't get along, not in the slightest bit, so when the older woman was actually at the house, conversation at breakfast and at supper where dead, other than small notes on each other's jobs or family events that might be occuring. Y/N sat on one side of the exagerated table whilst her mother sat on the other side.

"You have a fitting at eleven."

"I know."

"Yes well knowing you, you would forget."

She discretely rolled her eyes, looking down to her juice beside her plate.

"And I would have to clean up your mistakes which I have neither the time or effort to do Y/F/N."

She bit her lip, and just gave a hum in response before standing up and leaving to her room, leaving her untouched food to be dealt with by the butler a few meters away from her. She bit the inside of her cheeks hard as she ran up the stairs, turning left and running up the next set before reaching her room. The bedroom door slammed shut and y/n threw the scrunchie off her wrist onto her bed.

She quickly washed and fixed yesterday's makeup, which she didn't need to overly bother with since it would all be redone at the fitting she needed to leave to go to. She slipped on a pair of beige highwaisted suit trousers and a white lace bralette. She threw a bunch of her things into a handbag before slipping on chestnut uggs, an a long denim afgan coat. She brushed through the knots in her hair before throwing the gem decored flip phone into her bag and rushing out if the room.

Before she got to the end of her drive, she slipped on a pair of large sunglasses due to the reporters at her estate's gates.

She could see and hear the laughs of people passing by as they watched her try to avoid the cameras and shouting journalists who where running after her down the path.

If only they understood.

After her dress fitting for one of her mother's arrangements next month, Y/N decided to stay in the city and get a bit of lunch before returning back to the house. She ended up not having to hide from people as much since apparently there was someone else on the same road as her who was deemed more important, her mind thanked whoever it was because their misery was currently allowing her to relax for a bit.

She ended up in a little cafe off a main road. After ordering a coffee and a snack they had in their counter display, she sat in one of the booths by herself. Her bag sat on the inside of the row as she flicked through one of her new books. One of the girls who was working at the till when she ordered placed a mug and plate down infront of Y/N and with a smile gave a timid "if you need anything else feel free to ask." She gave a smile back before taking a sip of her coffee and humming to herself, tapping her fingers on the table as she read through her open page.

As she ate, she took extra care in keeping and crumbs away from the new hardback and when she had finished with her food she left the few belongings in their spot before ordering an iced drink to have before heading home.

At least that was her plan, but that plan was quickly dropped when as she was about to get up and thank the girl on shift for the drinks, a crowd of cameras appeared. Y/n gave a yelp before slouching back into her booth, sliding the book into her bag and hopeing no-one knew or saw that she was there.

As the door crashed open, a figure in baggy clothes ran in and jumped into the opposite side of her booth. She noticed him muttering to himself, distracted and seemingly having not noticed her.

She hid further away from the cameras, crushing her bag as she fell onto it, letting out a sqeak as she did so, begging that she hadn't broken anything in it. Having got the stranger's attention, his muttering stopped and he looked over to her with a clearly very confused expression.

"Hi."

"Hello."

Her reply came before a short, awkward pause and after it was a sudden burst of annoyance displayed through hushed shouts.

"What the hell are you doing ! I don't know who you are but I was having a nice time away from those parasites and now they're going to know that i'm here !"

He blinked for a moment before waving his hand in a confused manner, causing her to roll her eyes. To say the stranger was even more confused when she started climbing under the table to his side of the booth, dragging her bag behind her.

"I'm Y/N."

She held out a hand for him to shake in their slouched and cramped situation.

"Damon.”

"Okay, now Damon how am I supposed to leave this cafe without gaining those people's attention."

He grinned at her, almost as if she had told a joke, Y/N shuffled herself around with her elbows and their faces where way to close for any stranger's to be, but there wasn't much either of them could do due to the glass exterior of the cafe and the little booth space which couldn't be seen from outside.

"I could run out in a moment, I just need to catch my breath."

Y/N swore she was actually having palpitations from his accent but tried to keep her calm. It was just so different to all the upper class pricks her mother tried to match her up with.

"It's okay, I can call my driver to come collect us both, it'll probably force them to leave us both alone for the time being."

It was obvious Damon wasn't expecting her to have a driver who was able to appear at a moment's notice, sure she sounded posh and looked rich... but a driver !

“We could just make a run for it ?”

She paused typing on her mobile, looking up to where he was slightly less slouched than her.

“If we run fast enough they won’t be able to catch us.”

She smiled to him, kicking her bags to fall on the floor so she could grab it.

“Well if I’m going to be stuck on a front page with you, I think it’s the polite think to know your full name Damon.”

“I could say the same to you Miss Y/N.”

She cringed slightly before telling him, watching his features drop slightly before buzzing back to how they where before.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

“Damon Albarn at your service Miss Y/L/N. And I’m three, two, one, run !”

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boygiwrites · 1 year ago

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Harley D. Dixon 20

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📖Chapter List.

Author's Note.

Quickest update ever, but also the shortest. Hope you enjoy some much needed down-time :)

The farm. We're back.

We drive up the long path in silence, watching the small figures of everybody in camp jump from their seats at the sound of engines. They come rushing up to the gate to greet us. I thought I'd be more eager to reunite with everybody, but as we draw closer, I realize I'm just exhausted. I'm exhausted and I feel nothing. Dad brings the truck to a stop just outside camp as Carl runs ahead of the group, shouting my name excitedly and waving us down. He hops out first and carefully helps me down after.

The second my feet hit the ground, I'm tackled into a hug.

"You're back!" Carl exclaims into my neck, too caught-up to realize that I don't move to hug him back. I barely flinch as Lori rushes up to me and grabs my shoulder, or when Jacqui and Dale move in close to get a look at me. "Oh, you're back! We were so worried!"

As he pulls away, Jacqui adds, "Sweetie, it's so good to see you again."

"Give her some space." Dad warns, shoving some of them back. "Been through Hell this morning."

"Oh, God." Lori stresses, looking to Rick as he exits the truck and joins us, followed by T, Andrea, and Glenn. "What happened to—?"

"He's dead." Rick announces without much feeling, earning a few light gasps. As Carl stares worriedly at the bloody shirt, Rick explains to everyone, "We caught up with him this morning nearly eighty miles from here. Saw him from the road, standing in an old gas station with Harley. He wasn't happy to see us, as you can imagine. Guns were pulled. We, uh... We did what we had to do to get Harley."

Shaking her head at the brutality of it all, Lori asks, "Was it quick?"

No, it wasn't. It was a mean death. I saw.

The grim silence answers for us.

"It was a long time coming." Dale says what most are thinking. "Far as I'm concerned, we're better off without him. That man was unhinged."

"Daryl, w-we knew him for fifteen years. He was always good to us, to Carl. I never would've imagined he'd—"

"Well, he did." He cuts her off. I think he's like Rick, and like me, and just about ready to put all this behind us. "He did and he died for it."

Without anything else to add, her gaze slowly falls to the blood on his fingers.

I wince again at another wave of pain.

"Man, enough talking." T-Dog tsks. "Girl's hurt."

"We gotta get her up to Herschel." Dad agrees, guiding me through the crowd. Rick gives a quick kiss to both Lori and Carl's cheeks before stepping in with us, ignoring the chatter that resumes as we leave. I can only imagine what they're saying. I hate it. I hate being talked about.

As we hurry along, Rick sighs, "You think everyone's gonna be alright goin' back to business as usual, after this?"

"Don't got much choice." Dad scoffs. "People die, people mourn. Life moves on."

We make our way up the porch steps. The front door's been left open but Rick still gives a little knock, anyway, prompting Herschel to call out from somewhere inside that we're allowed to come in. They both guide me forward into the house, keeping the shirt cupped to my ear.

Herschel pads down the stairs with a tired frown on his even tired-er face, asking us, "You're back. What's happened?"

"You got a re-visiting patient, here." Rick answers as we head into the dining room. "Her ear's been shot off."

They set me down in a chair. Rick steps back as Dad takes the seat next to me, never letting go of my hand.

"My. Well, I haven't heard that one before." Herschel drags a chair in front of me and sits down. "Which one?"

"Her left. Top-half's completely gone."

"Let's take a look."

Dad squeezes my hand and pulls the shirt away. Herschel reaches out to push my hair back, and I turn my head to the side not 'cause I wanna make it any easier for him to examine me, but because I just can't look at nobody. My cheeks go red with shame as he reveals my butchered ear to the room. Rick tries not to let his pity show but I feel it anyway, like a hot, stuffy blanket. Feels like I wanna disappear into the floor.

"Yes, I see. You're right." Herschel hums non-judgementally, as all doctors do. "There's nothing here I can save. How's it feeling?"

Not caring how rude I sound, I snarl, "Like it got shot the Hell off."

My ear's gone for good. All I got's an ugly little stump ain't nobody gonna like lookin' at.

"Well." He takes my anger in stride. "I'll disinfect it, but what we're looking at here is what it's going to be like for the rest of her life."

"How about her hearin'?" Dad glances at me. "Baby, you were sayin' on the way back that it was ringin', weren't ya?"

Yeah, I was. It hurt so bad I thought my head would split in two. "I guess so."

Herschel asks, "How bad is the ringing?"

"It was worse before."

"Might be tinnitus." He guesses. "Very expected. Let me go get my supplies, see if I can't get some meds for it, and I'll clean it up a bit."

As he leaves, an awkward silence takes over. None of us have anything to say until he comes back, first aid kit in hand.

"Okay. You didn't hit your head or anything when it happened, did you?" He sits, grabbing a tiny light and taking my face in his hand, turning me this way and that so he can best blind me with that thing. I shake my head no. The light clicks off. "No dizziness, vomiting, double-vision?"

"No, no, and no." I huff impatiently. "If you ain't got a magic potion in that box that'll make my ear grow back, just clean it already."

"Harley, baby, it's okay." Dad murmurs. "Ain't nobody judgin' ya. Won't be nobody judgin' ya, either."

I'm not so sure. I got my ear shot off over somethin' I was too stupid to understand, too stupid to see coming. I bet it looks disgusting, too. If that's not somethin' to be ashamed of, I'on know what is. Worst part is I have to live with it on the outside, now, as well as just on the inside.

"And if there ever is anyone," Rick adds soothingly, "Either me or Daryl will have a very strong word with 'em. I promise you that."

Words are useless, even strong ones. Don't he know that by now?

"S'like I said," I brush them both off, "Just hurry up an' clean it."

"I'll have another look at your stitches after I'm done, if that's alright."

"Sure. Do what you gotta do."

"Seems like you had a rough go of it out there." He says, dabbing some disinfectant onto a cotton ball. "A shot to the ear is nothing easy."

"Ain't none of it easy." Sophia's dead. So's Shane. So's a lotta other people. I hiss when he swipes it over my bloody half-ear. It hurts like a son of a bitch, almost as much as it did when I first saw Sophia walk outta the barn, that bullet pierce Shane's guts. "Two dead in two days."

A look of pain passes over his features. "Five, for us."

Rick asks him, "What happened here after we left?"

"We buried the bodies." He simply says, leaning back to re-saturate the cotton before continuing to wipe away the blood. His wife and step-son were in that barn. Others, too. They've lost people just like we have. "Beth hasn't taken it very well. And I'm afraid I haven't, either."

"I'm very sorry for everything that's happened these past couple days. Shane had no right to break your trust in us like that."

"Well, I imagine we won't be seeing much of him, anymore." Now for the gauze. "In a way, I'm grateful it happened."

Rick frowns. "How's that?"

"It takes a lot to survive what our world has become. I think I see that, now. I see it when I look at your group, and even when I look at Harley." He sends me a soft smile. "The girls used to shed tears whenever they got a prickle caught in their foot, and yet you're missing half an ear and you're still staying strong. I have a feeling that's not just by chance. It's grit. Seems until now, I haven't had the chance to learn to use mine."

"You said you buried them." Rick hesitates to say the next word. "Sophia?"

"Yes." He nods. "It was a peaceful ceremony. Your boy, though, he didn't attend. He said he wanted to wait until Harley got back."

Sophia in a grave. Somehow that still don't quite feel real.

Herschel finishes patching me up, making quick work of checking my stitches afterward. Apparently they're healing well. He gives me a glass of water and two small pills to take for the tinnitus, and hands the bottle to my Dad, instructing him on how often I should take them.

"Beyond that and keeping it dry, I don't have anything else for you. I should get back to Beth, now. Rick, we can talk later."

"Sure thing. Thank you."

About our arrangements here, probably, now that Sophia's dead-gone and not just gone-gone. About the horde, too.

"And Harley," He says as we turn to leave, "You're a strong girl. Don't ever lose that."

Oh. I don't have the guts to tell him I already have.

With that, he smiles politely and snaps the kit shut. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon."

As we pass the bathroom on our way out, Dad suggests, "You wanna go wash yer hair off?"

I give a nod. My ear's clean, but my hair sure ain't.

"I'll be down at camp." Rick says. "Take your time."

Dad takes up a chair in the corridor as I slip into the bathroom alone, shutting the door behind me. Thank God all that poking and prodding is over with. I couldn't stand it. As I step onto the small ladder in front of the sink and look in the mirror, I'm faced with another thing I can't stand. My reflection. It's a sorry mess, like I expected. Blood crusted to my hair. A tight jaw. Two empty, green eyes. I don't think I know who that is.

Well, it's me. I know that. It's Harley Dixon, but it's not all of her. Not the strong parts.

I pick at my hair, lift it, move it, pull it apart, raking the dried blood out and flicking it in the sink, but it just don't wanna come out. I duck my head under the faucet and try soaking it, squeezing it out like a dirty rag, but it don't wanna come out that way, either. I snatch up the brush from the counter and attack the knots with it, ouch, ouch, ouch, until it snags painfully and I just throw the damn thing across the room.

I hate this. All of it. I hide my face in my hands, peering out through my fingers at the stranger in the mirror with half an ear.

I remember the look on his face before the gunshot came. I remember him stumbling, the wet smack of Dad's fist on his cheek.

I remember her vacant eyes and her slow shuffles. I remember the gunshot for that one, too. I always do.

My gaze wonders off to the side then, landing on the pair of scissors Maggie lent me the other day.

Without any shred of hesitation, I grab them, put them to my roots, and start sawing. Krrch, Krrch, Krrch. It chews through my hair like an angry dog. Long strands fall to the floor, taking the knots of crusty blood with them. Krrch, Krrch, Krrch. Stubby locks of hair spring out above my ear as I cut, cut, cut. Krrch, Krrch, Krrch. I hack off the sides. I hack off the back. I hack off all the memories, and all the pain, and all the blood.

By the time I'm done, I'm panting like I've ran a race. I stare boldly at my new reflection.

Two green eyes, sharp and ready. A wild haircut. A frown.

I scoop all the hair off the floor and stuff it into the little waste bin in the corner before stepping back into the hallway.

When Dad notices what I've done to myself, he flinches as if he's just walked into a spiderweb. "Wh—?"

"I got the blood off."

"You—" He reaches up to feel the thick, fluffy locks as I stand between his knees. "Baby, you look like a boy."

"I don't care. Merle used to say I looked like one, anyway."

He chuckles. "Y'know ya could'a asked me for help, right?"

I shrug. "Didn't need none. Not this time."

"Guess not. You look pretty hardcore."

When his hand bumps into what's left of my ear, that awful vacuum-feeling returns to my stomach, the red returns to my cheeks. I lift my hand to hide the jagged nub, but he takes my wrist and pulls it down. I stand there like a broken vase, angry at how embarrassed I feel.

"Hardcore," He repeats with a pointed look, this time softly adding, "And still very beautiful."

I scoff. Ain't nothin' beautiful about me. "You're messin' with me."

"No. I ain't."

He leaves no room for argument. After brushing my bangs to the side and pressing a kiss to my temple, he stands and leads me outside.

Carl's jaw drops when we approach camp. "What happened to your hair? Why's it so short?"

"She asked too many questions," Dad warns him, "So I chopped it all off."

His eyes go wide as saucepans.

"He's just kidding." Lori mutters, sending Dad a look that says uh-huh, very funny, but he don't look very sorry. "Don't listen to him."

"Looks like you got on good, then." Rick smiles from his seat around the fire, amused. I can tell he's already explained the state of my missing ear to everyone by the lack of gawking and questioning, which I'm thankful for. He always thinks about things like that. "Cool new hair."

"Almost as short as Carl's." Glenn snickers, giving it a ruffle. "Didn't know Herschel was a hairdresser, too."

I tsk, batting him away. "Shut up, Glenn."

"Well, I think she looks adorable." Lori says kindly, in the way a mother talks over an annoying older brother. "It really suits her."

"Maggie brought down some soup for us to heat up just now." Rick says. "Carrot and leak. I think it's about ready, you want some?"

"Sure." Dad sits down, wrapping me in his arms as I climb onto his lap. I'm bein' clingy, but he understands why. "One long ass day, alright."

"Right about that. It's good to have you back, little nerd." T-Dog smiles earnestly.

I return it shyly. "Thanks, T."

Bowls and spoons get handed out, then a few big spoonfuls of steaming soup and a couple rice crackers each. Finally, after two days of feeling nothing but bone-crushing anxiety, I let myself enjoy some lunch with all the people still left in the world who care about me.

It's not what it used to be, but it's something.

Author's Note.

Sorry this wasn't very long 🙏 Just the group returning home and dealing with emotions.

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xlostsoulsfound · 2 months ago

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I screamed her name til the cops came. Ivy X Luna a toxic WLW 1500 words

This story is based on the song, Mama's Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert.

Ivy and Luna are in a relationship, It isn't a perfect relationship as one may think. Ivy has been cheating on Luna for the whole relationship. Ivy thinks Luna doesn't know about the cheating, But Luna does. What happens when Luna has enough of everything and does something that will change their life forever?

Tropes- Cheating, Death, LGBTQIA, Lesbains, WLW.

Wattpad- XLostSoulsFoundX AO3- XLostSoulsFoundX Tumblr- Xlostsoulsfound Twitter- XLostSoulsFound •----------• "I found the bright pink lipstick first, then the underwear that wasn't mine came along, and messages she desperately tried to hide from me showed up on her phone. I wasn't as stupid as she thought I was, I knew she was cheating on me. I also knew she wasn't going to come out alive when she got home that night. If Ivy were smart enough she wouldn't have come home that night, she should've gone home with her play toy. But lucky for me she wasn't smart enough."

"I knew Ivy had been cheating on me for a while, I knew after I confronted her the first time that she wouldn't stop. She craved that adrenaline rush from sneaking around, trying to hide things from me. But she was never smart enough to hide things well. She would always slip up within the first week when she found someone new. She'd forget to shower off their perfume before coming home when she claimed to be working late, or accidentally let them leave their belongings at our house. The first few times I confronted her over the cheating, I saw that spark in her eye. She thought this was a silly emotional game she could play on me. Well lucky for her two can play at that, but my game will have long-term effects on both of us."

"But this time, I had her location on an app I installed on her phone. I installed it when she was showering and she thought I was asleep. But I wasn't I was just pretending until she went to take a shower so I could take her phone. I did this a lot, I needed to know the names of the other girls she was cheating on me with, so I could let their partners know what their significant other was up to."

"I knew she was at a club when she told me she was going to be at her sister's house to watch her sister's kid. But she was at the club downtown, it opened up very recently so she would have a clean start. I paced around that living room probably a hundred times that night, constantly checking my phone, to see where she was. She went from the bar to a cheap motel in the bad part of town. It was a motel she had gone to lots of times before. I thought about driving over there and just doing things at that motel, but wouldn't have been fair to that other girl she was with. So I waited hours and hours for her to get home."

"When she got home I was around four in the morning. That's when she got home most days when she went to the bar. She expected me to be asleep, but I was still awake. My stomach was in a million knots as I thought about everything she had done to me and how things were going to end that night. I thought about the countless photos and videos she had taken with other girls. I thought about the first time I confronted her and how happy she seemed to get. I thought about the first time I found that bright pink lipstick that neither of us would have ever worn, how she told me it was hers but I knew her or the person I thought I knew would never wear that shade. I thought about all of our relationship and whether it could even be saved. But it couldn't we would never be the same. I thought about just packing my things and leaving but, that would have been too easy on her. I needed her to feel the pain she caused me over the years, I needed to see her face when I confronted her. I needed to see that stupid little smirk one last time. I needed her to tell me she would change, to give her one last chance that this time would be different."

"I sat on the leather couch, the one where her body lay. My stomach was in knots, as I ran my fingers over the blade of the knife. I imagined what her screams would be like when I stabbed her. How she would plea with me to stop. But I wasn't going to stop, I did feel bad in a way about what was about to happen. But all those feelings of guilt quickly vanished when she walked through that door."

"She walked in with that same smirk she always gave me, I hated that smirk. I hated everything about her now. She didn't notice me at first, since the room was mostly dark. There was the light from the street shining through the windows. "Welcome home," I said softly, Ivy looked taken aback like she wasn't expecting me to be awake. Which was understandable since I was typically asleep by the time she would be getting home. "fuck.." Ivy mumbled under her breath."

"Ivy turned on the lights in the living room. "You're dressed like that to watch your sister's kids?" I asked her in a condescending tone. "I-" Ivy was taken aback. "I just went to the club for a little bit, dealing with the kids was stressful and I needed to let off a bit of steam," Ivy spoke biting her cheek, hoping I would believe her lies. I didn't I knew she never went to her sisters. "Tell me the truth Ivy" "What?" She spoke in a confused voice. "I know you never went to your sisters' house, you went to a club." Ivy took off her heels, as she looked at me with panic in her eyes. "are you tracking me now?" Ivy's voice shook slightly, as I got up from the couch."

"You think I'm that stupid not to? You have cheated on me more times than I could count. I should have left you the first time you cheated on me. But I was too stupid to think you would change." "Luna please.." Ivy whispered out. "I'm sorry I am, I promise I will change this was the last time," Ivy said to me as she walked towards me, I laughed gently as I held the knife behind me. "Why should I believe that Ivy? All you do is lie to me." "Luna baby please I promise this is the last time," Ivy told me while putting her hands on both of my cheeks. I saw that sparkle in her eye, that same disgusting sparkle I saw every time she tried to convince me she would never do this again."

"I promise I love you, Luna. You're my everything, I promise I'll never hurt yo.." Ivy's eyes widened as I stabbed her in the stomach. "Luna.." Ivy choked out. "You promised you would never hurt me again right? Well, I'll make sure of it now." I spoke coldly to her, pushing the knife deeper into her. Blood was pouring down her red dress. "Luna.." Ivy gasped out as I laid her on the ground slowly."

"I pulled the knife out of her, before stabbing it back into her. Tears started to roll down my face, all the anger all the hate. Everything she had done to me just came pouring out. I needed her dead I couldn't deal with ever seeing her again. I began stabbing her again, screaming her name. I guess the neighbors heard me screaming her name, and they called the cops." Luna told the detective who was interrogating her. She spoke calmly and politely. She was still in her bloody clothes, blood still splattered on her face.

"Is that all that happened?" Scott asked Luna. "Yes, sir that's all that happened. The cops showed up, they questioned me a bit. Asking who Ivy was to me, asked if it was a case of domestic violence, and then they took me here." Luna told him. "Okay well thank you for your openness," Scott spoke softly to Luna as he wrote down her statement. He had never done a case like this. Yes, he had done homicides, but never one quite like this.

"So.." Scott cleared his throat as he put his pen down. Looking over at Luna, who was still in her blood-soaked clothes. She didn't seem upset, no she seemed at peace. She had been calm this whole time. "We will get you a lawyer, is there one you would like to use?" "No" Luna laughed gently. "I know I'm going to jail, I just made a full confession there is no point in wasting my money on a lawyer. So please just get me a court-appointed lawyer." "Okay, we will do that." Scott looks up at the time, it's barely 6 in the morning. "The lawyers we use don't open til 9 so we will get you booked into the system get you some fresh clothes and let you take a shower," Scott told Luna as he got from his chair, walking toward the door. "Thank you for being so cooperative," Scott said as he left the room. •----------• Thank you for reading, any comments are appreciated!!

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getoutofthisplace · 7 months ago

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Dear Gus & Magnus,

Today was a long one. The conference wrapped up in Cleveland with an interview with B.J. Novak. He talked a little about THE BOOK WITH NO PICTURES, which is in semi-rotation at our house. Two other pieces of information I found interesting: 1) "That's what she said," was used by The Office writers whenever they had written themselves into a corner and couldn't figure out how to get out of it; 2) The writers all thought the show would be cancelled at any moment, so Paul Lieberstein (who played Toby) said they should stop writing for the perceived audience and instead write things other comedy writers would find funny so they would get hired to work on other shows as soon as the hatchet dropped on The Office.

After the conference ended, I rushed to catch an Uber to the airport, rushed through the airport because I was cutting the flight close, or I would have been until the flight got delayed. Not by an hour or some other large block of time I could use to re-arranged my day, but incrementally by a few minutes here, a few minutes there. Slowly I watched my layover in St. Louis dwindle to nothing. And then the St. Louis leg of my trip kept getting delayed. I went from being home at 11pm to being home after 1am.

By the time I got to Little Rock, I was so tired. I walk faster than most people (but more effectively, I walk more efficiently/aggressively than most people -- similar to how I drive), so I was one of the first people from our flight to get luggage and leave the airport. I stacked my bags on top of your carseats, then I had my podcast box on top of that, then I had my backpack on top of that. Things were stacked high in the back seat. Meanwhile, in the front seat, I decided to turn my music up and rolled the windows down as a way to celebrate making it home.

As I got onto the interstate on-ramp, though, the truck behind me flashed its headlights or maybe it jerked the wheel to avoid missing something in the road. That's how I interpreted the subtle shift I saw in my sideview mirror. I saw something in the middle of the on-ramp -- something I had not noticed as I drove through. I quickly looked in my backseat and realized the pull of the turn had caused my backpack to slide off the podcast box, out my window, and land in the middle of the on-ramp. I couldn't back up the on-ramp, so I pulled over and ran up it in my loafers, which was hard enough, but made especially hard when I felt a pain run up the back of my leg -- a reminder that I pulled my hamstring a couple of weeks ago. By the time I got to my bag, it had been hit. Three important casualties: Laptop, favorite water bottle, backpack itself. LIke I said, a long day, but I'm glad to be home so that I can see you two and Mom in the morning.

Dad.

St. Louis, Missouri. 5.7.2024 - 10.05pm.

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saintsir4n · 8 months ago

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12. Gossip girl, gone

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH, MATURE CONTENT AND DEATH

AND just like that, Gossip Girl went nuclear. Every tip sent in had been exposed and posted for all to see. Fights ensured, both physical and verbal across Manhattan. It was a mayhem that not even Winifred Dubois could cause... yet.

"24 tips Winifred?" Winnie heard her mom scrutinise her as she sauntered out of the living room where her parents resided in the morning.

"Relax, it's not like I'm committing crimes," she rebutted, feigning shock when they cast her glares, "oops too soon?"

"Leave, now," Luc gritted.

Winnie saluted them, "Yes, chief."

Caesar gave her a Bottega handbag (which the brand sent her for free) and her phone that had been ringing off the hook.

She groaned when she saw it was a group call and begrudgingly picked up.

"I knew Wellington sent in that tip about me and you," she heard her girlfriend's smooth voice.

"It was obvious," Winnie replied, sounding bored when Caesar passed her coat and gloves.

"And how did you know about my dad?" Julian's voice blared through her phone.

Winnie scowled, "Oh, Julian's on this call? I'm jumping off."

"All your dad's victims knew about your dad," Ginny added and everyone could tell she was smirking.

"And yes I knew about what happened," Winnie declared, putting her phone on speaker as she looked at her reflection.

Her outfit was more subtle than usual, cheaper than the previous day, give or take a thousand. It was black with hints of green instead of her favourite purple.

One look towards Caesar and he escorted out of the house and into the blistering cold. Snow fell graciously -- they rushed through it so Winnie's hair wouldn't get touched.

Julian scoffed, "All this to push your dad's campaign?"

"If the campaign is where your problem lies, your priorities are more fucked up than we thought," Winnie snorted, covering her head with her hand.

"See Jules," Audrey stressed from beside her friend.

"Fuck off hope," Winnie snapped.

"Ladies, ladies, we have a truce," Monet insisted, just as Luna joined her in her foyer with notes about the Gossip Girl tips in hand.

Winnie finally hopped into the car which Zoya already sat in, with her hair newly braided and boredom splatted on her face. The freshman wasn't on the call but she heard enough.

"Seems like it's ending now," she remarked as Caesar sat opposite them.

"Is that Zoya?" Julian gasped, "I thought you were in your room?"

Zoya scrunched up her nose.

Winnie almost flinched when Monet screeched, "You're still driving her around?!"

"What?!" Julian and Audrey yelled.

Winnie rolled her eyes, "I don't drive. She's getting a lift, you should be happy Julian that your sister hasn't been kidnapped or got lost around the city, and ended up having sex with a mole person."

"How long-winded was that excuse," Luna said scanning the whiteboard beside Monet.

"Who put 2 cents in Miss La's hole?" Winnie taunted.

"Salty... at 8 am, have you taken your pills?" Luna gibed, ignoring the glare received from Monet.

Ginny was quick to jump in, "Have you removed your head from Julian's ass?"

"Bitch," Luna snarled.

"Cunt," Winnie spat.

Zoya's eyes widened at the squabbling, but to say she wasn't entertained would be a lie.

"Ladies," Monet stressed.

"I told you the truce wouldn't last." Zoya expressed to an irritant Winnie.

Monet snapped, "I'm talking!"

"I can't be around this negative energy," Audrey grumbled, wanting to leave the call.

"Then off yourself," Winnie advised with a malicious smile.

Luna snickered, "A dead friend might boost Jules' followers. Nothing screams broken but can be fixed again like grief."

"What Lu? Maybe but Ladies! We have a truce, remember? I won't be the only one honouring it. GG exposing all of us, malicious as it may be, It was certainly a plot twist." Monet ranted, "Don't play the fucking blame game when we're all at fault. And acting like we all don't take pleasure in each other's misfortune is an even bigger lie."

"How mature," Winnie narrowed her eyes at her phone, "Are you possessed Mon?"

"Honey, not now," Monet hissed.

Winnie chuckled, "Apologies."

"I didn't send in one tip," Audrey decided to add.

"Oh Saint Audrey," Ginny drawled.

They could hear Luna's dry laughter.

"I only sent tips when I was under attack," Zoya felt the urge to defend herself.

"If I dressed like a lumber Jack, I would expect to be attacked 24/7," Luna mocked, earning a grin from Monet.

Zoya's jaw tightened, "See!"

"Lu!" Julian exclaimed.

Having heard enough of their voices, Winnie reluctantly suggested, "Annual New Year Hudson bash to continue the facade?"

Winnie and Ginny were only invited every year because the Menzies' history will their families and although the girls rarely went, they were going this year, as were their plus ones: Zoya and Billy.

"Brilliant idea," Monet cheered.

"I know," Winnie agreed, before hanging up the phone.

Zoya inhaled deeply, "It won't last."

"Oh, I know," Winnie didn't care much for the truce, so she called out to her driver, "To Brooklyn bakery please."

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The days after Christmas were more tension-filled than usual, which drove Winnie out of her house and with the help of her pill bottle she could just about stomach it.

Calls to and from her therapist worked and as much as she hated to admit it, talking to an unbiased individual about her problems was helpful.

So when she dropped by Ginny's she was happy to see not only her closest friend but her cheeky concubine also.

The Wellington penthouse was always warm and toasty regardless of the verbal domestics between Ginny's parents.

The first thing Winnie saw was the couple...? No, just the intense fling bickering on the couches with a Pixar movie playing in the background.

"You told GG I had a small dick? Why?" She heard Billy's question.

"You said I bleached my hair, babe," Ginny whined.

"I was kidding," Billy started playing with a few strands.

"And no one told you to post your dick to prove her wrong."

"And no one told GG to post about minors' anatomy, I mean I wouldn't care as long as she's actually a student," Winnie commented, seemingly irked as she adjusted her fur hat, interrupting their conversation.

Ginny rose from Billy's lap, rounding the sofa, mirroring her friend's expression and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Billy merely beamed at her as she Winnie rid herself of her coat.

"Who else would she be?" Ginny asked, gesturing one of her maids to take Winnie's shoes and other belongings.

"A good student with impeccable vocab."

"Or an English teacher."

Billy laughed, "You get your kicks arresting teachers."

"Ginny likes getting them fired," Winnie pointed out, sitting down opposite them.

"You got rid of our last French teacher for giving you an A minus," Ginny chuckled.

Winnie shrugged as she brought her knees to her chest, "You encouraged me to do it."

Ginny cooed, "And look how happy you are for it.

Winnie playfully scoffed, "Now shut up and play the movie, I've gotta be back at home in time to pack and relax."

Billy grimaced, "Do we have to go?"

"Yes."

The blondes exchanged an aggravating look.

"We all know it's Monet who's forcing you," Ginny started, earning a glare.

Billy agreed, "First the truce and now —"

" — fuck you both and press play," Winnie couldn't help but snap.

"You're being mean!" Billy huffed, throwing his head back.

"I told you not to expect anything different," Winnie deadpanned.

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Now back in her townhouse, Winnie allowed Abaddon to lay on her as she leaned on the sofa behind her. At first, he was hesitant but grew used to her stroking his fur and occasionally scratching at his stomach.

It wasn't a minute later, that Monet appeared by the door of the conservatory, eyes softening at the sight as the snow fell and stuck to the vast windows.

Initially, the De Haan teen was a little pissed and sceptical, being in the Dubois estate had her on edge, especially after the little conversation she overheard her parents talking about. Not just that, but to hear her girlfriend kept Zoya on a tight leash frustrated her, of course, she couldn't say much, considering she still represented someone Winnie loathed, but there was a truce and until there were signs of it breaking she would keep her mouth shut.

Winnie glanced up from the heated floor she sat on, to see Monet adorning a lynx hooded coat – one of the few outfits that she bought her for Christmas. Monet also wore a light brown wig perfectly installed on her head.

Real human hair since synthetic had them both on edge.

"You know I would mistake you for a stalker," Winnie teased, ruffling Adaddon's fur before he caught the familiar scent of the other heiress, causing him to rush over and greet her with happy barks.

Monet smiled as she lowered down, petting him excitedly, she too knew what it was like to receive only limited affection from Winnie.

"No stalker looks as flawless as me," she sassed, walking over to sit beside her girlfriend with Addadon in tow, who constantly looked between them.

"I can't disagree on that," Winnie paused, "No kiss?"

"Sorry," Monet murmured, cupping her face and pressing a warm kiss to her lips.

Winnie's tone lowered as she leaned into her touch, "You've been saying that a lot recently, what's up with you?"

"Minor issues that can easily be remedied, all packed?"

"Three bags and a suitcase."

"You're copying me," Monet pouted, dropping her hand to grab hers.

"No, you're influencing me," Winnie opted to say, "just goes to show how much power we have doesn't it?"

A smirk tugged at Monet's lips, "Vogue called me this morning, they want to do a profile on us."

"I got that same call. 4th of january is when they want to see us."

"Can't wait," Monet squealed at the kisses peppering her face, "Stop Win, my makeup – and just because ruined yours on boxing day, doesn't give you the right at revenge."

"Oh revenge tastes so sweet and feels so wet," Winnie's eyes darkened, "and the sounds revenge makes when she about to cu–" she chuckled at the nudge she received. "What? Too crude for you?"

"Not crude enough," the desire for Monet to spend more time with her girlfriend was peaking and as much as she loved it, she was still very cautious of when she was around her. "I need to tell you something."

Winnie quirked up a brow, "Is it what you wanted to tell me before but was too pussy to say?"

Her question made Monet playfully groan.

"I hate that you know me so well."

"Well, what are partners for? Spill."

Monet rolled her shoulders back and scanned the room, before rushing out, "I love spending time with you and being away from you irritates me. It nauseates me when you are away with off-brand Ken and Barbie. You have a hold over me that at times I want to disappear, but it makes me feel warm and safe, just as much as I feel wary and afraid that something between us," she squeezed her hand harder, staring deeply into her eyes she couldn't bring herself to look away, "-- will implode because of something small and yet, I'm still here. Call me possessive, call me a jealous bitch but when I get something, I won't let it go, unless someone forces my hand."

By the end of her confession, she had closed the distance between them, feeling the corniest sparks fly off her words and into Winnie's pretty brown eyes.

The Dubois heiress was speechless, dozens of things rested on the tip of her tongue and yet when she opened her mouth to speak, something tugged her back.

A split second was all it took for Monet's lightness and calm to deflate until soft lips attacked hers.

Winnie tried her hardest to pour everything she felt into their kiss, the ease Monet caused her to feel and sometimes the torment. From erotic pleasure to happiness she made sure her girlfriend knew what she needed to say but couldn't. Her tears fell onto Monet's cheeks as the kiss grew more in sync and passionate. It was deep and true. Between the soft whines and the breathy whimpers, they had a taste of home and what it should feel like.

Only when they pulled away did they stop to breathe and giggle like two little school girls as Abaddon barked and ran around the room.

Monet wiped away her tears and Winnie fixed her smudged make-up.

They were so caught up in their own bubble they didn't see Max walk up.

"Sigh, love makes me sick."

He caught their attention, leaning against the threshold of the conservatory.

Winnie's glossy eyes narrowed at his defeated state. Max looked exhausted and was supposed to be in Wainscott with Gideon, but opted for bashes as orgies instead. He was drugged up and fucked out and still felt the remanence of Aki and Audrey all over his mind and body.

"You look foul, how did security let you in?" Monet questioned, mildly concerned.

"Raw sex appeal," he deadpanned, disregarding the barking from Abaddon.

"And it's reeking." Winnie thought he looked raggedy, he's spirally only escalated since their sleepover.

Monet leaned against her girlfriend's shoulder, "And you're still avoiding your boorish ball and chain?"

"Not avoiding. They don't exist to me," his scowl was unconvincing.

"Until they do," the girls said in unison, making him scoff.

"God, you two are annoyingly hot together," he brought out a small container as he neared them, "I don't know whether to look away or stare profusely."

Monet glared, "Look away."

Winnie's phone rang as they stared the other down, she picked up when she saw it was her mom and regretfully answered, speaking in French alerting Margaux she wasn't alone. Neither Monet nor Max cared but were enticed by her effortless accent. Winnie was informed that her mom and dad were going to be back soon from their meeting with Nate Archibald – Billy's nephew and William's grandson.

"I always forget you can do that. It's so hot," Max remarked when the phone call ended.

Winnie huffed out a laugh, stoking her girlfriend's arm when Monet sneered, "Watch it."

Max finally cracked a crooked smile, "Oh I will."

"And you seriously need a shower," Monet added snarkily when he sat behind them.

Winnie squeezed her arm as they turned around to face him, "Oh what happened to the truce you were formidably trying to enforce?"

"You're still doing that? Post tipgate?" Max leaned back surveying the lifeless room that was full of jolly ornaments which did very little to change his mood.

Monet pursed her lips, "Attempting to —"

" — but failing," Winnie interrupted.

"Just break it, it's not like anything lasts in this world," Monet scrunched up her face at his words, "Anyway I only stopped by to give you these," he dropped the container of cookies in Winnie's lap, "and to say I'll be joining you on the post new years trip to Cancun. My dad talked to your mom about it, and says I need to spend time away."

Monet feigned glee, "Goody."

"You're riding with me and Zoya to Hudson," Winnie added. Monet held her tongue at the mention of the freshmen. "And the bleached blondes will be there too."

"My favourite lesbians won't be dry humping in the backseat? What a shame," Max tutted, suppressing the urge to scoff at Billy and Ginny's coupling.

"On the way back, yes," Winnie wasn't joking and the look in her eyes had Monet's stomach fluttering, "But meet me here first thing tomorrow," she sent a pointed look at Max, "And try to be sober."

"No promises," he sent them a wink, slapped his knees and rose.

The couple watched as he got further out of sight.

"So... wanna bathe together?" Monet suggested, watching as Winnie basked in the faint smell of the cookies on her lap.

Winnie quirked a brow, "But the way you're scowling... are you sure you won't drown me?"

"I would never kill you, honey," Monet's eyes never left hers, "or anyone," she added, making Winnie cock her head to the side and shift. "And I have to go to Jules' to help her downsize. But a good bathtime fuck is on the cards right?"

"Always."

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The ride over to the quaint weekend house was filled with silence, Zoya listened to her music, Winnie snacked on the leftover cookies, Max slept off another hangover, whilst Ginny and Billy doted and murmured delicate things to each other. Caesar drove over an hour in advance.

Zoya was shocked by the size of the grounds, even covered in snow and it looked huge.

Julian, Luna and Monet left their car first and were quick to be welcomed by Aki and Audrey. And later the property Manager Kenneth.

"Max," Winnie nudged the boy who grunted when he woke. Zoya got out with Billy and Ginny, "we're here."

"Can we turn back?" he flinched when the doors shut and they were the only teens left. "Call your mom to get us a 'copter out. The helipad is only back there."

"Maximus."

"Winfired," he mocked but reluctantly opened the door, and rounded the car to open up her side. "Milady."

"I hate you," she grumbled when they stalked towards the house.

Aki and Audrey tried tearing him away from the girl but she moved.

Caesar nodded towards Winnie and she could see he was already accustomed to Kenneth.

Monet quickly joined her, pecking her lips with a smile.

Everyone's coats were quickly taken as they were forced to interact.

"I need to smoke," Billy groaned at the pure awkwardness.

Max hummed, "The first time I'm agreeing with you."

"Oh god," Ginny scoffed at the pair of them.

"Obie! You came," Julian welcomed brightly but her smile fell when he ushered in the girl he'd been seeing.

"Everybody, this is Grace. And I hope that I'm not making a huge mistake introducing you to her," he tugged on Grace, the girl who epitomised the 'girl next door' look so effortlessly.

Winnie hid her smirk in Monet's neck.

Billy simply wrapped an arm around Ginny.

"Thank you so much for having me, Akeno," Grace's smile never faded, despite being very nervous.

Obie chuckled, "That's exactly how his mom says it."

Grace briefly panicked, "Oh, did I get it wrong?"

"No, that's how you're supposed to say it. Nice to meet you," Aki forcibly smiled from beside Audrey who did anything but.

Max zoned out and didn't notice a new person standing so close.

It wasn't until Grace turned to the Dubois heiress did she did her eyes doubled in size.

"Winnie nice seeing you again," she knew that Winnie's bodyguard wouldn't be far so she cast him a gentle smile, "Caesar you too."

The stoic man nodded at her.

"You guys know each other?" Julian was confused, as was everyone else.

Monet turned to her girlfriend with an expecting look.

Winnie hummed, "Yup."

Grace smiled at the blonde boy, who she recognised from a charity event hosted by his father, "Billy."

It was Ginny's turn to face him.

"Gracie," Billy greeted then looked away.

Ginny repeated, "Gracie?"

Monet and Luna exchanged a look, the former more annoyed than anything.

Grace beamed, "You must be Ginny, Both Winnie and Billy have told me so much about you. Just as pretty as they described. And I follow your Instagram, who knew you could make blue my favourite colour?"

Ginny's silence caused Grace to glance around.

Monet cleared her throat, "I'm Monet, Winnie's girlfriend since she told you so much about everyone excluding me."

"Mon," Winnie breathed out as her girlfriend shrugged her off.

Grace shook her head, "Actually she mentioned at the most recent charity event that you're her person."

"Oh shit," Billy whispered to a frustrated Ginny.

"Oh," Monet regretfully gulped, turning to Winnie who chose to look ahead.

Everyone else glanced around, trying to avoid the tension, but if they caught the others of another, they knew they'd laugh.

So they started introducing themselves.

"Luna," the La girl went first.

"Zoya," the freshman awkwardly waved.

Julian said, "I'm J..."

Grace cut her off, "No introduction necessary. I've been following you for years, and half the products on my face come from you. And I know this is a special weekend for y'all, and I'm honoured to be included."

"No, it was imperative that you come, actually. No, please, make yourself comfortable," Julian insisted, whilst Winnie grumbled under her breath, bringing Max out of his dissociation, but he didn't dare look up from the ground.

Everyone went to move, Monet more so to de-escalate an incoming argument, but Grace started greeting the staff who were immersed all at once.

"Hi there, Grace." she shook their hands, shocking most of the room, "Grace. Lovely to meet you."

"Hello," a maid smiled, overwhelmed by her friendliness.

"Hi. How are you?"

Julian panicked, turning to some of them, "It's so nice to see you again, uh... " she trailed off, embarrassed that she didn't know her name.

"Rosa," the head maid gritted.

Julian vigorously nodded, "Rosa."

Max finally broke from his disassociative state, " So, what did I miss?" he blinked rapidly when he saw Grace, "Who are you?"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. "It's Obie's friend."

"It's okay, you can say it," Grace said gently.

Julian stepped forward, "Girlfriend?"

Grace waved her off, with a smile, "Oh. God, no. Not yet. I was gonna say date."

Max turned to an irritant-looking Winnie and sighed.

Aki cleared his throat, "Um... Obie, do you wanna give Grace the tour?"

"Yeah, let's go," Obie didn't hesitate to pull her away.

Julian pulled Monet and Luna over, stressing about the facade she couldn't keep up, "When you invited Camilla to dinner, I didn't think I was gonna have to act like Princess fucking Diana all weekend with a fake smile plastered on my face."

"Well I didn't know you knew Grace, Win," Monet turned to her girlfriend who was already ascending the stairs.

Max avoided Aki and Audrey's pleasantries and followed his friend.

"You never asked," Winnie retorted, shooting her girlfriend a fake smile, "Or seem to let people finish introducing you."

Monet frowned, "Win."

Everyone was dispersing, Zoya knew to find her room and so Ginny went with her.

Billy eyed the blonde as she left his view.

"William," Luna called out to him, "any intel on Grace?" Julian gawked at her, "What? It won't hurt to ask the son of a businessman, uncle to a politician and an ex-mayor of the city about the daughter of some Virginia state senator."

"He won't help Lu," Monet exclaimed, ignoring the narrowed look from the boy. "Probably blocked out her god-awful country accent every time he fell into her."

Luna chuckled.

"A little drink never hurts when you want to know someone's true nature," he replied, eyes darting between Julian and Luna, "so it won't be hard, Calloways love getting people to drink right?"

He jogged away, narrowly avoiding their glares and curses.

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Margaux had been blowing up her daughter's phone all day, but Winnie paid it no mind. On a subconscious level, she came to the weekend house to escape the hell back home, but she knew it would follow her whenever she was.

Chaos was only her friend when she created it. She thrived, but only when she embraced it and ever since she started therapy she had been almost regressing, however, Dr Anchor called it progress.

But in actuality, Winnie felt weaker, calm but weaker nonetheless.

So after unpacking, she came downstairs with a vaping Max who continued joking about wanting to take all of her pills and fade away.

Monet was stubborn and instead of apologising for the first time in a while, she had been advising Julian, therefore Winnie chose to sit towards the end of the dining table with Max, Zoya was next to join, creating a big gap between them and the others.

Billy and Ginny were no doubt fucking away their differences.

Julian chuckled as she presented a dish, "I just whipped up a little something to start our meal. I got that duck sausage that you like, so I thought..."

Obie forced out a smile, "Beautiful," then Grace cleared her throat, showcasing her own dish that was clearly homemade.

Julian gritted her teeth, "Is that pasta from scratch?"

"Just pici, it's easier than you think," Grace smiled.

"No, she's being humble. Literally, everything that she cooks is unreal," Obie was grinning ear to ear.

The whole thing made Winnie want to down a whole bottle of vodka.

Reading her mind, Max went to leave the table, but Audrey cleared her throat, " I think we forgot to make the sangria."

"That's an emphatic yes from me," Max sat back down, beside the studious girl, who neglected to see all the yearning looks from her girlfriend.

"I'll just text Kenneth to bring the wine up," Aki eagerly said, turning to Audrey.

Obie suggested, "No, Grace and I can go grab the wine. I wanted to show her the cellar."

Julian's voice rose, "No! I... Grace needs to show us how to eat her pasta."

"I can go," Zoya exclaimed, wanting to leave.

Winnie craned her neck to the side, to whisper, "Pussy."

"You're just jealous," Zoya countered childishly.

Julian hastily agreed, "Right. Z, can grab the wine?"

"Where?"

Audrey informed, "The cellar. So, go past the kitchen to the door at the base of the stairs, make a right, and then continue down that hallway until you see another stairway. And that's where it is."

Zoya squinted, "Okay"

She practically raced out of the room.

Winnie turned to the deflated boy next to her, "We should go and help Zoya."

"What?!" Audrey shrieked.

"Why?" Monet didn't want her to go, but Winnie wanted to be anywhere else.

"You read my mind, Miss Dubois," Max stood up, clasping his hands, "have fun eating homemade pasta."

The moment they made it out of the room, they both let out a sigh of relief.

"We're not actually helping Z right?"

"I doubt she's even getting the wine," Winnie chuckled.

"Hey, I need your advice," he inhaled his vape pen, as they strolled further away from the dining room, finding a vast window to look out onto the chilling landscape.

"Audrey and Aki?" Winnie asked knowingly, and when she was sent a nod she tsked, "When was the last time they made you happy? And it didn't involve fucking?"

Well, that had Max stumped.

"They want me," was all he could say.

"You need someone that needs you, like the air you breathe or whatever those insta quotes say," she smiled when he laughed, "come on you need to know your worth, drinking won't make you realize it, it will only lower your self-esteem and your standards. Don't think I don't remember our conversation about love. You're lovable. It's sickening and if you ever tell anyone I said this I'll gut you."

He was overwhelmed by the advice he received and even a little scared.

"Love you too Bear," he pulled her into a hug and she surprisingly didn't pull away.

"Fuck you Wolfe. I need to go and find Ginny."

Max pressed a kiss to head, "Ah, if she's with Billy, I might just join in."

And with that, the duo laughed and went on their separate ways.

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"I can't believe we're here. Playing nice with them. God they all give me hives. And you and Max?" Ginny's words were muffled by her initial encrusted pillow.

"What about me and Max?" Winnie sat on the edge of her bed.

The moment Winnie found the whining blonde, she was writhing beneath Billy before he was told to fuck off.

"So I need to worry about being replaced?" Ginny rolled over, pulling her duvet to her chin, concealing her modesty or at least part of it.

Winnie scoffed, turning her nose up at the smell of heterosexual sex as well as her friend's childish behaviour.

"No. And I thought you said me hanging out with him wasn't a problem?"

The blonde slumped against the headboard, "It isn't."

"You just like when I devote my time to you and only you?" a grin tugged on Winnie's lips as she made her way over.

Ginny couldn't hide her smile, "You're the same, which is why you're pissed at De Haan."

Winnie joined her, frowning slightly and rested her head against the pillows.

She stared up at the ceiling, pondering her response, "I'm pissed because she keeps overreacting. It's cute sometimes but the Ritalin is rattling my brain," she spoke through clenched teeth.

Just the day before Monet was pouring her heart out and now she was back with Julian, plotting ways to get Grace out.

Winnie didn't know what to do anymore.

"Have you thought about talking to her?" there was an edge of mocking to Ginny's tone but she felt for her friend.

"Before New Year's," Winnie answered, starting to grin when Ginny did.

"You want that New Year's fuck don't you?"

"And you don't – well another one? Still pretending your jealous to bait Billy, he looked like was gonna have an aneurysm when he saw Miss Sunshine and rainbows."

"Now that makes me think, maybe I should stay away from him until then. Makes the sex more riveting."

Winnie cringed, "Just what I needed to hear."

Ginny slapped her arm, "No, what you need to hear, is that we need to break this stupid truce. Agents of chaos want to blow shit up but it's been almost a month since we've done anything like that. And no, putting your relationship on blast isn't that."

Winnie groaned at the realisation, "Then what?"

"Whatever is happening with our families. Your dad suggesting a group trip to Cancun — not suspicious in the slightest. My parents are coming which adds to the whole White House secrecy of it all. So are you gonna tell me what's going down or not?"

Winnie wanted to look away, but she turned on her side to stare at her, eyes flooding with distress, worrying Ginny who turned to face her.

"It's nothing to do with us, we'll not us, but shit that's happened before, years ago," Winnie explained, voice laced with dread.

The blonde's heartbeat picked up, "Scale of Solange beating Jay Z to Princess Diana's existence, how explosive will it be."

Winnie's eyes nearly shot out of her head, "Explosive G, Princess Di level explosive."

Ginny absorbed it all, it was more than a warning and she knew her parents had to be involved or she wouldn't get an invite to the Cancun festivities.

"So when you say this shit will blow up everything if what?" she dared to ask.

"Let's say it might put some on top and make the rest plummet," Winnie replied vaguely, referring to those whom her parents made sure would take the fall if anyone snitched.

Ginny's eyes started glistening, "And my family?"

"I won't let anything happen to yours," Winnie vowed unaware that someone was eavesdropping on the entire thing.

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Winnie heard all about the drunken festivities of the previous night at the bar most of them had been going to since they were 12. Grace had been set up, to bring shame to her family and it worked.

The girl in question wanted to flee the mansion with ease, something Zoya fiercely advised her not to do. But it was clear on the freshman's face as she entered the room with the indoor pool that her mission had been unsuccessful.

Winnie sent a look that said not to worry but she simply frowned.

Max was over in the jacuzzi, wearing a ridiculous hat, being badgered by Audrey and Aki.

Julian and Luna rested by the side, lounging in bathing suits.

Billy was the only one swimming around.

Winnie chilled on the edge, with a towel around her hair to avoid it from frizzing. She wore a Calvin Klein swimsuit, and posted a few pictures to her story of it, tagging the brand who sponsored her.

Her legs glided through the pool, since being forced to part from tennis, some of the muscle in her thighs had weakened and she thought at times she gained weight, but forced herself not to think of such things.

She squealed when hands attacked her feet.

"Billy!"

He smiled cheekily when he resurfaced, placing his hands on either side of her legs, wetting them in the process.

"Did you hear? Grace left," He was eager to tell.

"Probably eager to fuck her twin?" She said quietly, filling his eyes with mirth.

"You know about that too?" A chesty chuckle escaped him as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, your nephew told me at the last luncheon," Winnie answered, highly amused and severely disgusted.

Nate Archibald rarely gossiped but when he did, boy did he tell all.

"Fuck, mayors find out everything, I might run against your dad," Billy joked.

"You'd win... if you killed him."

Their laughs tore through the room, alerting a certain De Haan who appeared suddenly and stalked over to them, just as Max escaped the Jacuzzi and met Luna to chat.

"Must you bother my girlfriend Van Der Bilt?" Monet's voice brought their amusement to a halt.

Her hair was tied up and her red bikini complimented her skin in ways that had Winnie salivating even though she knew she shouldn't.

The cheeky boy cocked his head to the side, "If I don't, who else will, you've been spending more time with Julian than Winnie."

"She's here now Billy," Winnie sent him a drop-it look, "it's fine."

Monet came to sit down next to her girlfriend and accidentally kicked Billy's hand out of the way causing it to slap the surface of the pool.

"You can go now," Monet wore a sickly smile.

Winnie swiped her tongue over her cheek as she scanned his darkening eyes.

"I'll find you later, Win," Billy then swam away.

Winnie's jaw clenched when Monet began fussing over her, wiping the water from her legs and even re-adjusting the straps of her thin bikini.

Monet's delicate touch was stirring up more than just anger.

"Really? Jealous?" Winnie finally breathed out, snapping her gaze over to her, annoyed with how great she looked.

"I don't like people tainting what I find to be priceless," was all Monet could say.

Winnie smiled widely, but it didn't reach her eyes, "am I still yours?" She caught the hand going to cup her face and lowered it much to Monet's surprise, "the least you could do is apologize for jumping to conclusions. You didn't have to do that so fucking publicly, it only embarrassed yourself in the making."

Monet gulped, "I know."

"Do you? And it took you hours to say anything." Winnie pulled her legs out of the pool and shot her a glare, "pathetic."

Monet seethed, "Fuck."

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"I thought you wanted space. Okay? Normally when we argue we don't speak for days and then everything comes together right? So I didn't think it would be any different," Monet expressed after finding Winnie in her bedroom.

They were still in their swimwear, but Winnie had rid herself of the towel around her head and fought the urge to tug on every strand until it was straight so it didn't look unkempt.

She scoffed, from her vanity table, "Exactly."

Monet folded her arms, "Exactly what?"

"You didn't think."

Monet cocked her head to the side, eyes dragging from Winnie's reflection to her flawless legs, trying to distract herself from the impending argument.

"... I know," she quietly admitted.

Winnie abruptly stood up to face her girlfriend, "You hurt my... you hurt me okay?" she confessed, startling Monet, "When I hurt you, you demand more than an apology you want the fucking sun, so the least you can do is say sorry." she was met with silence, "Now is the time for you to speak."

Monet threw up her hands, "Fuck okay, refresh. I was pissed about the Grace thing."

"The whole of Hudson knows that," Winnie retorted, squinting her eyes as she walked toward the edge of her bed and sat down, "and those goodnight texts or paragraphs are fucking pointless to me."

"I know that now. I would ghost me too," Monet acknowledged.

"...okay."

"But I did give you your space and now that's over," Monet walked over to cup her face. "You said I was your person, to a complete nobody. I was internally swooning trust me," Winnie's face remained blank, so Monet conceded, "And I know that's not all you want to hear. So I'm... I'm sorry."

"Was that so hard to say?"

"Yes."

"Even to me?" Winnie almost reeled back, eyes flashing with dejection making Monet panic. "You do it when it's over the smallest things."

"It's just hard for me to say, but I'm doing it for you," the De Haan teen reiterated, but it seemed that it wasn't sticking, "all of you okay?" Winnie's eyes did not change, "I'm trying, let me show you how much I'm trying."

She laid a kiss on her lips, much more forceful than before, but still, it was accepted.

Winnie knew she shouldn't have caved, but the constant battles were one less thing she needed.

So when Monet's lips trailed down her neck, her eyes fluttered shut in complete ecstasy.

Their clothes were soon lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment, including Winnie's necklace that she'd never seen without.

And the couple weren't seen for hours.

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"You look like you had fun," Billy stepped into the games room, seeing Winnie sitting on the edge of the pool table in loungewear, "Surprise you're not getting ready, guests are coming in two hours."

She stared at the colour-coded ball in her hand. Number 5. "I know, I'm just thinking."

Billy nodded, slipping on his father's watch as he walked towards her in his evening wear.

He knew she had taken her medication, he and Ginny had been monitoring that more than anyone. But Max had kept track of how often she ate. Billy noticed the changes to her attitude, despite how slight it had been he could tell.

But what caught him off guard was her lack of accessories, "Where's your necklace?"

She stiffened, feeling her neck to discover it was a bear, "Oh shit." She cursed, realizing Monet had taken it off.

"I never see you without it," Billy stated, furrowing his brows and slipping his hands into his pockets. "I don't like it."

She snorted, "Bold of you to assume I care about your likes and dislikes."

"You do, you act like you don't but you do," he rocked on his heels.

"Think whatever you want."

"I will, but you should know, being the daughter of the future mayor of NYC you need to know certain things," he stepped closer and their gazes finally locked.

Her eyes sharpened, "I know certain things but what do you know?"

"Our family have always been old friends, even back when —"

"My family was white? Yes, I remember those days all those centuries ago," she drew a laugh from him, "but what is it that you wanna say to me?"

He gingerly looked around, before saying, "I know."

She squeezed the ball in her hand, "You know what?"

"I'm not a dumb blonde," he stated, rather offended that she could think so little of him.

"Could've fooled me."

"I know what went down in Cancun," he reiterated, causing her amusement to fade, "you don't need to worry about me saying anything. I overheard your dad talking to mine a year ago about it." Their eyes never tore away, though hers grew harsher, "Secrets like those keep the bond between our families strong, it runs deep and nothing can break it."

Her hand wiped over her face, "What do you want me to say to that?"

"I'm on your side," Billy insisted, meaning every word.

She swallowed the knot forming in her throat, "Are you?"

She trusted Ginny more than anything, but Billy only crept into her life, well, he had been in and out of it since they were kids so she wasn't entirely sure, but she needed all the allies she could get.

"It's either sleep with the wolves or get fucked by the sheep and I've never been a bottom in my life so why start now?" Billy retorted, clasping his hands over his head.

Winnie shook her head, though, a smile formed on her face, "To the wolves."

"To the wolves," Billy's cheeky smile grew, "now let's go, Ginny says you need to take pictures."

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The Hudson mansion was now packed, and Winnie had to give everyone their credit, they looked good, but she looked better.

Julian apparently invited the entire town going against her advisor's better judgment and persisted that Obie left to find Grace, but he was adamant on staying until 12.

Winnie scanned the rooms she entered, not surprised to see Billy and Ginny sucking each other's faces, nor was she when Zoya tried to escape the lust-filled sight.

"Zoya, where are you going?" She called out to the freshman who was attempting to push through the crowd of people.

Zoya turned around, with a sheepish smile, "Shan invited me to this thing and I know I should stay but –"

"Go."

Zoya's face lit up, "Really?"

"I'm not your keeper, just go," Winnie practically shooed her away.

The Dubois heiress felt a level of happiness for the freshman and had to admit she was wearing a nice outfit, similar to her own Scarlett Dior but it was nice.

"Happy New Year Winnie," Zoya shocked both herself and the heiress with a hug. When they pulled back, she awkwardly rubbed at her neck, "I'll text you when I get back."

"I have your location," Winnie told, as glee danced around her eyes.

Zoya winced, "Creepy, but expected."

"Just being cautious," Winnie countered.

"See you next year... no alright bye."

Winnie couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic joke that echoed through her head as Zoya passed through the door and greeted her best friend.

"Tarantino bitch!" Winnie heard Shan call from a distance, only adding to her amusement.

"Miss Dubois," she turned to see Caesar standing there phone in hand, "your mother would like you to leave earlier than you expected."

"When?" Winnie's smile faded.

"5 minutes after New Year's."

"Great," she gritted.

"I'll be in the car."

She nodded as he walked away. Winnie retrieved her phone from her purse, only to see several missed calls from Margaux and 0 texts from Monet. She was being ghosted again and she didn't know why.

Billy and Ginny both cast her worried looks which she ignored and leaned against the banisters.

Her mouth craved a drink but mixing one with her medication affected them deeply and she saw how Max acted and would hate to end up like that. She still hadn't put on her necklace despite desperately needing it. She missed it but thought it was better in her clutch for now.

Max wasn't far from her, moping on a couch near the staircase, drink in hand as a few of the townspeople danced in front of him, moving to the loud music.

She was dragged from her thoughts when Monet appeared, teeth gritted and eyes mean.

"I've been looking for you," Winnie breathed out.

Monet reeled back, "Really? Why?"

"What's wrong now?" Winnie sighed, "What have I done?"

"You're looking out for anyone who isn't me."

Winnie squinted her eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Zoya was here and for what?" Monet stressed, folding her hands.

Winnie exhaled sharply, "You're like a broken record, need I remind you that you're attached to Julian's hip? But now I bite my tongue and have kept my comments to myself."

"No, your comments have said enough, well not everything. I mean -- I pour my heart out to you and yet you can't say a fucking word."

Winnie flinched back like she had been slapped.

She lowered her voice, "I thought you understood, and we don't need an audience for this shit Monet, let's go."

"Countdown starts in 5!" A guest yelled, followed by cheers.

Max caught sight of the ongoing argument but didn't think much of it.

Monet let out a humourless laugh, "No, you don't care enough to tell me what you think about me, I have to hear it from your conversations with everyone and anything else. You can speak, hiss and curse at the fucking wall but when it comes from matters of the heart, what matters to me, you're silent."

Dejection flashed across Winnie's face, but that didn't stop her girlfriend from going on.

Max caught the look on her face, it wasn't right, her shoulders were slumped and her expression was nearly broken, so he tore away from the couch and moved towards her, as did Ginny and Billy.

"You brought Billy the fiend, someone you've known for two seconds here, having these deep conversations about life and all you do is kiss me," Monet hissed.

Her words got the attention of a few others.

"De Haan, there's a time and a place," Max tried, settling a hand down on Winnie's tensed shoulders.

"Leave them to it," Audrey appeared, wanting to talk to him, but he shrugged her off, so she called over Aki.

Monet continued, hardened eyes darting between her and Max, "Really Winnie?"

"What do you want from me?" Winnie exclaimed.

Billy and Ginny were ready to get involved, hating how agitated their friend looked.

But their presence only spurred on the De Haan teen.

"Honesty, but I can't even get that. The one thing you promised me from the start of us being official. I know shit is going down Winnie," the anger in her tone sent shots around the small area, "I've known since Hulaween when you cried to me."

"Stop it," Winnie warned, glaring deeply at her.

Now was not the time for this, nor the place but everything had to be a spectacle for Monet De Haan.

"And it has to do with all of our parents right? The Menzies, The Wellingtons, even the fucking Van Der Bilts!"

Monet's voice beckoned more people towards them.

Winnie was seething as she looked around, Max was more worried than confused, despite his drunken state.

Ginny needed Monet to shut up, but her mouth was moving a mile a minute.

"Does it have to do with our trip?" Aki questioned, joining Audrey.

Julian groaned, "Again with this trip."

"What about it? kinda annoyed I'm not going," Luna added, though she was stunned by the arguing.

Ginny scowled at the pair of them, "Really?"

"You said that when shit gets exposed 'it might put some on top and make the rest plummet' and you said that to your fucking bestie, leaving me out in the cold," Monet snapped.

"That's not what I meant and besides you were fucking eavesdropping?!" Winnie's voice rose.

The look on her eyes was deadly, but Monet's was malicious.

"Classless," Ginny scoffed, drawing De Haan's attention.

"Oh fuck you!"

Luna tried grabbing her arm, "Mone I think it's time to go."

"No, she needs to hear this," Monet persisted, viciously, "that she proclaims that she won't let anything happen to Ginny's family. Not mine."

"That's not what I meant!" Winnie's wanted nothing more than to bang her hand against the wall.

Monet rapidly blinked, "I overheard you and your little pocket-sized Clinton... so I had to take matters into my own hands."

Her warning sobered Winnie's anger, "What did you do?"

Her tone was calm, too calm, causing Max to turn to the blondes, deeply unnerved.

The sounds of phones beeping tore through the room and made the group jump.

"Gossip Girl isn't anything but punctual," Monet mocked.

"Oh fuck," Billy tore away from the catastrophe to stare at the tweet on his phone.

Max stood next to him to see. Ginny tugged Winnie away to show her. Luna, Julian, Audrey and Aki hastily retrieve their phones to look.

Scenes lit up their faces.

"You were gonna let everything crumble whilst you jumped ship," Monet went on, staring deeply into her girlfriend's unmoving eyes.

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Happy Holidays, followers. Trigger warning. This post will not be pretty. We all knew that oil rigs lead to global warming but that's only one way the Dubois' had been killing the planet. Here's the other. Daddy Dubois has been allegedly covering crimes and wiping his misdeeds in the blood of victims who slipped and succumbed to wounds on their working sites. One body, two bodies, three bodies, four, the deadly Dubois' have gone against the law. Haven't you heard, that only killing animals is acceptable, not people? But let me let you all in on a little secret, the Dubois weren't the only ones in on the cover-up, but that was obvious, nevertheless, I'm sure my little helper was unaware that her family was implicated in the matter. Monet De Haan... your parents are just as bad as your girlfriends. So next time read the fine print before you drop everyone in it.

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All colour drained from Winnie's motionless face.

Julian gawked, "Oh my —"

Luna had never been speechless, but tonight was that day.

"Monet what the fuck?!" Ginny screeched.

"1 minute to new years!" Another guess bellowed, causing those who hadn't seen the post to cheer.

Max ran his hands through his hair, whilst Billy pocketed his phone and turned to the Dubois heiress.

"I didn't know everyone else was involved!" Monet's voice shook as her hand trembled. She repeated it like a chant.

"This fucks everything," Billy hissed.

Audrey turned to her boyfriend, "Aki, did you know?"

"No," Aki gulped, "I need to call my dad."

"Billy," Ginny mumbled, watching as Aki's hand quivered when he put his phone to his ear.

"I'm calling mine," Billy shakily whispered.

"My mom said to say nothing," Aki showed them the text when she didn't pick.

"Winnie!" Ginny's yell broke her from her catatonic state.

She and Billy joined her. Max is shocked, the news sobered him slightly, but he couldn't help but be on the fence.

"You just fucked everyone. And me," Winnie uttered, gaze unwavering from Monet.

The girl in question's face was a picture of pure horror, "Winnie..."

"We're done."

Monet stepped back, physically pained by her words, "What?"

Winnie gripped her phone as everything imploded. There was so much noise, that she could barely take it. She had to go, escape the chaos she had been yearning for, one look at her closest friends and she readied around to leave.

"Max, where are you going?" Audrey pleaded with him to stay, she couldn't understand why he was going with her, with them. Aki didn't take note of what was happening, his dad was screaming down the line. "Don't go."

Luna shook her head when he glanced at her and Julian begged him not to leave.

Max swivelled on his heel and walked out and towards the car, just as Caesar walked in.

An usher walked passed as the countdown was nearing with a tray of champagne and Winnie couldn't care less anymore and picked up a flute.

"But all of this ain't fucking over. You threw just cast the first stone," Winnie glared at Monet and Monet alone as she shockingly downed a drink. "New Year's resolution: this truce is officially over. The war won't end until we all go down in flames," a menacing grin tugged at her lips, "so thanks hon, you thought I was malicious before, no, I'll show you why I earned my legacy, my fucking name and my reputation."

Billy darkly laughed as he walked out, leaving Ginny to grab her best friend's hand.

"Happy New Year!" Winnie faux cheered and dropped the glass that splattered over the floor, making the others jump back.

They strutted out of the house, Caesar in tow as the room erupted in cheers, kisses and applause, most of the guests were blissfully unaware of the horrific reality dawning on the 4 friends who were frightened to their core.

What the fuck just happened?

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a/n:

i don't know why this chapter took me so long to write, but i did enjoy writing this story, as said before i won't be doing season two, i prefer to leave it like this. monet and winnie were never going to end up together, because of the nature of their characters. of course, i loved writing their pairing but it was only gonna end up blowing up and it did.

even towards the end of season 1 of the show, it was obvious that monet was plotting a breakaway from julian, but i changed that slightly. she had already seen the clues of what happened decades ago in winnie's room and there was no way she wouldn't research everything. her motives were out of jealousy and miscommunication and we've seen a lot of them between monifred throughout the story. it's just sad she couldn't trust winnie, but she was following her parent's lead and it was unfortunately the wrong choice. both girls are family-orientated but in different ways, both cutthroat and bloodthirsty, so the betrayal was only a matter of time. monet's breaking point was clearly because of winnie's loyalty to not just gimny, but her budding friendships with billy and max, and her closeness with zoya.

i loved showcasing winnie's progression with relationships, those that never grew and the others that gradually changed, max breaking away from audrey and aki and joining winnie's side despite the copious emotional red flags she showcases is wild. even now he chose her despite everything suggesting how much he values their friendship. it could be seen as a testament to her manipulative tendencies or just the fact she can be very black-and-white.

when it came down to it, winnie and ginny were never going to stray from each other and this chapter proved it. ginny knew there was so weird shit going doing, but didn't question it. even regarding the trip (which i was never going write, i was using it to allude to the sinister finale, which i hoped worked), ginny knew that all the rich families excluding obi's (surprisingly) were included and yet she kept quiet. just like the prologue stated, winnie could only trust herself, but also ginny as well as the extension of max and billy.

so i hope you enjoyed my little insight into the rich and lavish lives of the upper east side. thank you for the support, the comments and the votes. check out my other stories, if you can or reread this one.

- liv

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theoastor · 1 year ago

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* / i'll see you in 40

You're all I've ever wanted I know that I love you Still driving Take my hands in yours, please don't go

tw: kidnapping, stabbing, violence, blood, torture, knives, death

mentioned: @sarahoh

Maybe he should’ve been more cautious.

The faint sound of Catherine Graves was a constant during the evening news, so much so that if it wasn’t a name or a picture on the screen, the echoes of warnings fell on deaf ears as Theo left his house, deciding to go out for a change and head to one of the bars in town. He hadn’t gone out very much since returning to Nightrest, but once upon a time, he’d been well acquainted with the concept. Over his years, despite how short of a time they’d felt, Theo found himself chilling out, wanting to live a more relaxing, peaceful life. It was why he returned to Nightrest, missing his home.

Truthfully, he moved back to his hometown because he wanted to remember what it felt like to be happy again. Something he’d found, even amongst the death and the sadness they all had faced.

It was just a few drinks, mingling with the few people he’d run into along the way before exiting the bar. He didn’t want to overdo it, remembering he had plans with Sarah in the morning. Theo was giddy just thinking about it, thinking about her. He’d always found himself lost in his mind when it came to her, the rest of the world becoming a blur. He’d been thinking about asking her to be his girlfriend, making things official. He wanted to give Sarah the world, or at least the little bit of it that he could, and he couldn’t ignore the way she’d been tugging at his heartstrings since he moved back.

Would tomorrow be the day?

He pondered the idea, tilting his head to the side as he began the walk to his car, not noticing there was someone following behind him. Maybe he should’ve been paying attention. Maybe he should’ve listened to the warnings about staying safe. If he had, maybe the world wouldn’t have suddenly turned black, combined with a sharp pain in the back of his head. Maybe he should’ve been quicker. With not just this moment, but with his life. With moving back here, and with Sarah. Maybe if he’d gone after what he wanted sooner, he wouldn’t be in this position.

…

The next time he woke up, Theo wasn’t sure how long it had been, head and body slumped over on the floor and his vision feeling blurry. He couldn’t move, maybe because he was in shock, but mostly because the more he tugged at his own body, fighting to regain his senses, it was clear he’d been tied up, left to lay on the ground with no escape. There was a piece of cloth tied around his mouth, any cries for help muffled and only attracting attention to himself. His vision grew blurry, and he could only make out someone walking towards him. It was then when the fear set in, and before he could react, his side was kicked in, over and over again until Theo was hunched over on his side, tears dripping onto the hard pavement and his mouth hurting from biting down so hard. He tried to look up, tried to see who was doing this to him, if he’d made some kind of enemy coming back to town. But just as his head slightly rose, there was a sharp pain attached with it, the feeling of his hair being harshly gripped only for his skull to be bashed into the floor. He was shaking, the overwhelming amount of pain rushing through his body and causing him to grow unconscious again.

The next time he woke up, there was a knife in his gut.

It jolted him awake, unable to fully react or comprehend before the blade felt as if it was plunged into a new spot, a cry of pain leaving his muffled mouth, any pleas or attempts to get help drowned out by the fabric. His eyes can only make out someone standing over him, a few more cuts and stabs enough to satisfy whoever it was for the time being. There’s blood seeping onto the floor, staining his clothing, his hair, his face. He’s left covered in his own blood, his own pain as the figure walks away and his eyes succumb to darkness again.

Time has become a foreign measurement to Theo. He can’t tell how often he’s painfully woken up, whether it be a physical battering or a blade ready to carve him out whole. He’s lost track of how many times it’s been, mind empty and destroyed from the turmoil and strain put on his body. Everytime his eyes open, he wonders if it will be the last. He hopes it’ll be the last. Theo loses hope in anyone finding him, in anyone uncovering the screams and cries of pain that are echoed out. There are moments where he can hear someone else, but it’s too far. Everything feels so far right now, and he can’t scream loud enough to get anyone’s attention besides the very people he wants to escape.

His mind drifts to Sarah. His sweet, best friend Sarah. There are tears streaming down his face after another beating, except this time, it’s because he’s thinking about her. Theo doesn’t realize how many regrets he holds when it comes to her. How if he’d been better, if he’d been wiser, he would’ve been able to give her the world. Instead he’d spent his adolescence pining after her, smiling at her cluelessness but never gaining the courage to tell she was his everything. Instead he left her to pursue a career that never fulfilled him, never made him happy because every smile or ounce of praise he got didn’t compare to the teasing or playfulness of her. Instead, he’d waited for her to make the first move, letting her guide the pace between their gradual change in relationship. There were so many things he hadn’t said, and it burdens him right now most of all.

I want to be your boyfriend. I moved back here because of you. You’re my person, my happiness. I love you.

In the little stream of consciousness, Theo made himself feel better, dreaming of what could’ve been and what should’ve been. Everything he should’ve said but would never be able to. The pain he feels right now thinking about her doesn’t compare to the pain coursing through every part of his body. Somehow, it pales in comparison, and he finds himself sobbing at the thought. Theo finds his own heart breaking with no escape, nowhere to run and only left to drown in his own tears and blood. He wants it to end.

Vision blurred again by his shiny eyes, tearful and sad, Theo looks up, each breath he lets out ragged and shallow. Maybe he’s hallucinating, maybe it’s because of who’s on his mind, but he freezes looking at the sight in front of him. A couple. Kissing. He can’t be sure if his mind deceives him, if he’s so close to his end that he’s imagining a reality that doesn’t exist, but the picture looks more clear as his eyes focus. A couple. Kissing. He can make out the shadows, the way one tugs the other close and the way the distance between their faces ceases to exist. It’s a pretty picture, and as he looks, he thinks of her again. He finds himself watching until the world fades into black again, letting himself be foolish and imagine things were different. After being forced into unconsciousness so many times, he begins to savor it, creating a story in his mind of him being happy. Theo wonders if it’s wrong, if instead of grasping onto dreams, he should be fighting for his life.

But he’s full of heart, and full of dreams. Theo had always been that way, always the hopeful and happy. At least he can feel his own heart beating, quickening in pace at times and slowing down in the worse moments. He has his heart, until he doesn’t.

It isn’t long before the shred of peace, the shred of happiness he’s held onto is ripped away, the feeling of a knife entering his heart indescribable. Time stops, and this time, he doesn’t let out a cry or a shriek of pain. Theo remains in shock, a knife lodged into the perfect spot of his chest before it’s pulled out, the immediate weakness being a sign it’s the end. It’s as if they knew his greatest weakness, a singular tear slipping down his cheek as the remaining feeling of hope shreds away. He wants to close his eyes, but they remain open, left to watch them walk away the same way they had the first time. Except he knows it’ll be the last, and it’s merely a waiting game. He feels it all, the way his heart slowly stops, the way every part of him shuts down but his mind, trapped in a body that would never move again. He holds onto her in his last moment, he thinks about how he wants her to be happy without him. How he wants to have the world even if it’s not him who’ll give it to her. His heart is empty, dying with every passing moment, but his soul is full of her. He closes his eyes, wondering if an image of her will appear but it remains blank. It’s over. Their story. His story.

His body grows limp, head hitting the ground with a thud and he can no longer think of Sarah. He can no longer think of anything. It’s the end of their story. The end of his.

Not everyone can have their happy ending.

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dxwnfxll · 2 years ago

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Any head cannons on David (Bright) Blindman.

Like how they and there partner would be?

And other stuff 💜

(All the brights are my fav… especially Mikell ♥️)

Omg i've never seen anyone request David before! Lolol

Imma try to do a lil bit of everything cause why not

Here's David Blindman with an S/o Hcs!

Warning: cursing, abuse mention (no actual abuse is shown just slight mentions)

Crush hc

-Alright let's say you two grew up together, you were his neighbor also being homeschooled due to your parents working for the Foundation. So you and David grew close

-David always went over to your house when Mikell..well got like Mikell. He'd always sneak into your window so eventually you started just leaving the window unlocked and staying up late so see if he'd show up

-David always vented to you and in turn you vented to him, you both were each others shoulder. You were always stressed over your parents working for the Foundation how secretive they were, and David always vented about how harsh his dad can be how sneaky he also seemed.

-Once you and David were 16 he came to your place extremely upset, he vented to you about learning he had a shit ton of half siblings. How all this time Mikell had been cheating on his mother and he even began to doubt his fathers love for him. You held him rocking him as he cried into your shoulder then he seemed to pull away, his eyes still red from his crying.

-he stared into your E/c eyes and then..leaned in, you didn't do anything to push him away hell you wanted this. You could feel his hands on your side as he pulled you closer to him. Once he pulled away he apologized looking away from you, but you just held the side of his face "i like you to.."

Dating hcs

-after that you and David began to go out, a month or so in he revealed his secret to you or well he had no choice to. You had always remembered him going into rambles about 'the future' to you but you had always guessed it was just his imagination.

-but here he stood holding your hands as he told you he could indeed see the future and couldn't control it, he saw you two getting together, he saw him finding out about the 'Shaw cult' he called it. And you could see fear in his eyes

-..to bas that was the last time you'd look into them, he came to your house your parents weren't even home at all when you heard a large bang on the door. Frantic banging, you rushed downstairs throwing open the door and gasping as David stood there without his eyes..they were missing "David..?!"

-You led him inside intertwining your arm with his, he just seemed to focus on breathing he couldn't even form words. Once you two were sat down he threw himself on you holding you as he shook "dad..dad did this..Mikell did this.."

-He stayed with you that night slept in your bed holding you close, no one came for him..Well his mother tried to call you but you ignored every call out of respect for your boyfriend.

-When morning came he sat on the side of your bed as you got dressed, he looked so broken. As you grew closer to him he spoke "Run with me..please..."

Married Hcs

-You ran with him that night, sure you loved your family but they were hardly ever home and you were old enough to survive by now. You packed some things and helped him out the house taking your car and just driving..

-That was a long time ago though, now you were an adult both of you carrying the last name of 'Blindman' you two didn't get officially married but you both had a ring on your fingers and considered yourself such

-You two had began to help the 'Shaw cult' by now it's been four or so years since it had been made. David sometime leaving on his own to go to 'family meetings' and each time he came back he always seemed upset

-he always spoke about how upset he was due to his father and family refusing to acknowledge the 'Shaw cult', you'd just sit next to him and rub his back comforting him telling him they'd accept them one day.

-When you two got married you had a semi rushed wedding, you two pretty much just eloped got married right in the park he proposed to you at. You don't even have a wedding Dress/suit you were just wearing some normal wear along with him

Pregnancy hcs (afab reader)

-David is a very caring individual when it comes to you, so when you become pregnant he's like a literal mother hen. He loves kids and is happy to finally be having one with you

-Whatever you craved he got it for ya, or well he'd try to sometimes you asked for some pretty weird things

-He doesn't care what gender the kid is and seems to be sure of what y'all are having, probably his lil future visions showed him

-When you two finally have the kid he's very antsy to hold them, and when he does he almost feels like he's holding the most fragile piece of glass

-He's sad he can't really see them but sometimes his visions show him an older version of y'alls child, he's just happy to be there for them at least.

-The worst fear he has about being a parent is being like his dad, or the other option of his kid suffering a similar fate that he has. He makes sure to keep the fact he has a kid with you a secret.

Parent hcs

-David as a parent he's a gentle parent, he fears being similar to his dad and refuses to let his kids know about 'Grandpa'. Infact just for good measure his kids know nothing about grandma either.

-He doesn't care what gender his kid/s are just as long as they're healthy and are living a happy life. He doesn't want them to have a similar life to him and he makes sure to raise them properly

-He's already raised some of the 'Shaw cult' kids, so it's not a hard thing for him to raise his own kids even with the lack of eyes

-After he comes home from the 'family meetings' he'll usually lock himself away for a moment to deal with with all that happened. Another day they won't accept the rest of the family, and he refuses to let his kids see his anger.

-Overall he's a pretty good parent, he can be kind but still strict at times. And luckily he has you to help raise a child with him <3

Random HCs

-David can be kinda touchy when it comes to you, He's always got his arm intertwined with yours or he's holding your hand. He uses the 'excuse' that he loves you being his eyes (cheesy boy)

-He wants to be nothing like his dad so he never really keeps secrets from you, the most he keeps from you is what happens during the family meetings. He doesn't wanna worry you nor does he even wanna talk about it sometimes

-He sometimes will fall asleep on you, you two are just enjoying some comfortable silence and all of a sudden he's asleep resting his head on your shoulder

-He's definitely the type to want to marry you, if he could he'd throw the fanciest wedding ever but he still fears his family somehow finding out and ruining it.

-Just like in your childhood you two are still each others shoulders, you both heal from whatever you've gone through together. Very romantic and kind partner who still has some issues, just be patient with him <3

Hope i got some of this stuff right lolol, I haven't read much up on David so 🥲

If there's anything i should add pls do tell and i'll gladly add it

Requests open!! Hope you enjoyed!

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lindsaystravelblogs5 · 22 days ago

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Days 48-50 Back into England

Day 48 Sunday

Time to move on and it was a very long day. By sheer bad luck, we left the caravan park with the folding step into the van still on the pitch. We realised this when we parked at night and had a bit stretch to get into the van without it.

We started with a drive down to the local village (Laugharne, pronounced Larn) where we found a great castle, or the ruins thereof. It was near a fast-flowing stream and there was a lot of water around. We took some photos in a large parking area and Heather spoke to a local woman who said that a combination of all the recent rain and a high tide resulted in two parked cars being submerged in the parking area overnight. It was a very moody morning, and with the ruins of the castle looming above us and the muddy stream rushing headlong to the ocean, it had a wonderful, if foreboding, feel about it all.

As we drove further during the day, we saw a lot of water lying around and numerous very swollen rivers. Everyone we talk to comments on all the exceptional rain they have had, and several of the caravan parks Heather has contacted are closed because the ground is too boggy for vehicles to get in and out.

We drove a long way on the Motorway - it seemed a VERY long way but wasn’t as far as it seemed. We stopped for fuel (and personal sustenance) along the way and drove around the western outskirts of Cardiff to a place Heather found for us to have lunch. It was called Barry Island, and we naively imagined that we could park within sight of the sea to eat our sangers. How silly! It was a hideously rowdy collection of amusement parks, arcade game hangouts, and pleasure palaces, crowded beyond reason, and with not a single parking spot within kilometres. It was a nightmare getting out again and we eventually ate lunch beside the kerb in a busy city street. There seems to be nothing in the UK comparable with the everyday luxuries we take for granted in Oz.

Heather tried to book a couple more caravan parks after lunch but after struggling with multiple apps and making numerous frustrating and unsuccessful phone calls, she gave up after a few tears of angst after an hour or so. By then, it was basically a late run for our caravan park booked for tonight and tomorrow. It was obvious that we wouldn’t arrive until later than advised, so she tried ringing the park a couple of times to let them know. She was never able to speak with anyone or leave a message, but we eventually arrived a little after dark, only to find the place closed and nobody around. She tried calling a couple more times but all to no avail.

(One additional thing that caused me a bit of angst on the day was crossing the River Severn - the gateway from lovely Wales into awful England. It was the highest bridge I have ever encountered - way higher than the Westgate, and it was several kilometres long. With my abhorrence (fear) of heights, it was a big challenge that simply had to be endured but it was certainly frightful for me.)

There was a small patch of hard-standing between two houses not far from the park gate and we decided that we would have to park there overnight, despite the local prohibition on such things - and probable complaints from the neighbours - but we could see no alternative. We were just getting set up when the guy from the caravan park came over and let us in. He said all the phone calls were a bit garbled so he hadn’t been able to understand them. Anyway, we were glad to be safe and secure with electricity, water, toilets and showers at last. It had been a long and extremely frustrating day.

Day 49 Monday

We ran out of gas while boiling the billy last night so went looking for a gas bottle refill after breakfast and passed a couple in the local village (Ilfracombe) and ended up in the next village, Combe Martin – ‘combe’ means ‘valley’ in this area and attaches to a lot of place names. I went to a servo there, but they don’t sell gas, so we returned to the local servo and bought it there at more than double the price at home - 28 GBP for a 3.9-pound cylinder.

We then went for a bit of a drive further on, firstly to Woolacombe Beach where we looked out over the sea from a high expensive parking area, and down onto quite a lot of silly people surfing and swimming in the cold, cold water. There are a lot of crazy people over here.

We retraced our steps/wheel tracks and went to Barnstaple where it was quite busy and, as is normal for England, we couldn’t get within miles of the water. The traffic, the convoluted road system, and the crazy drivers, sent us scurrying back to our caravan park via some back roads as quickly as we could. We only drove 48 miles for the round trip, but I was at the end of my rope by the time we got back for lunch. The manual transmission on the campervan has seen better days/decades and it often simply won’t go into gear – not good when you are leading a horde of impatient drivers and can’t get the vehicle moving. First and reverse are often problematic, but fifth and sixth are the only reliable gears - and I usually go straight from fourth to sixth because there as virtually no difference between fifth and sixth anyway, and you lose too much momentum wasting time with fifth. We often start off in third because it won’t go into first or second and changing down is a real lottery (with no winners). It is the worst vehicle I have ever driven, and it makes even a short drive a nightmare. It is underpowered, makes plenty of mysterious noises, and has the turning circle of a twelve horse dray. But somehow, we manage.

We spent the afternoon writing and preparing text and photos for our blogs, but there is no internet here at all so we can’t post anything. Heather’s SIM allows her to make phone calls, but we have zero data access here. The park has three free Wi-Fi networks but none of them work, so we feel very isolated. But we move on again tomorrow and live in hope that we will have at least some internet access at the new park. For me, it may still be problematic because I use my PC for everything, and it can very rarely connect to the internet - no idea why but it has forever been thus. It is more than a week since I have been able to connect my PC to the internet.

Day 50 Tuesday

We moved from Ilfracombe to Lizard today, about 150 miles. We rang Deanne before breakfast to see how her chemo was impacting her and to wish her a happy birthday for tomorrow. It is tough being on the other side of the world when any of your children are suffering.

We got a lot of rain overnight and Heather got soaked in a sudden downpour returning from the showers after breakfast. When it rains here, it seems to hit instantly and in bucketfuls, and ten minutes later, we see the sun again. But it rained most of the day, often quite torrentially, except for an hour or two of weak sunshine in the afternoon.

We may have squashed a squirrel yesterday (I hope he didn’t run under our wheel, but I am not sure) and one ran out in front of us today. I managed to brake very sharply, to the annoyance of the following cars, but at least the cute little beasty managed to avoid getting killed today. Maybe tomorrow, if he doesn’t comply with the road rules.

We called into a couple of coastal villages, including Bude and Boscastle, but it was impossible to stop anywhere so we drove on - and on and on. We are television fans of Rick Stein and wanted to see his seafood restaurant in Padstow, We even contemplated fish and chips there, but the whole area was chaotic with people and vehicles everywhere, spilling right across the roads and wandering aimlessly between the cars. We drove past the Rick Stein cafe, bursting at the seams, and Heather saw his main restaurant a couple of hundred metres further on, but I missed that due to the insane jumble of cars and strolling idiots all across the street. Everyone has a dog (or two or three or four) and they rule the roads and footpaths, running amok wherever they want. They are allowed in all the shops and restaurants and are a menace. They are treated as gods and have far greater rights and privileges than people. At a guess, I would say that one in three people we see is associated with a dog or dogs, usually at least two, often more, and dogs outnumber people on the streets of any town or village.

The end result of course is that our excursion to Padstow was about as frustrating as Bude and Boscastle. As a consequence, we ate our lunch in a small layby beside a busy road with cars and trucks roaring past a metre or two away. There is a lot of huge farm equipment on the roads down here but the farmers tend to try to share the roads fairly well, unlike the truckers who are always on our side of the road and barreling through - just get out of my way or wear it!

We went to a small Tesco on the outskirts of Padstow and bought a couple of things, but they didn’t have a lot of choice so we went to a bigger one in Helston and got what we needed. We then headed for our digs via an old pub we had seen not far away. We were having a quiet calming drink when we found that they had a good WiFi signal, so I went out to the car and brought my PC in and it connected straight away. It is well over a week since I have been able to get it online so I did quite a few things in quick time to enable me to get much better organised. I didn’t post anything to my blog but was able to get a lot of data onto my PC that should enable me to do a bit more in the next few days.

We had an early dinner and set off to find a local pub where there was supposed to be some Cornish music but we got lost on the way and ended up back at our camp quite disgusted. (Next morning we retraced our steps to see where we should have gone but still couldn’t find it. There was place where we could have walked down to the village but there was no place to park anyway. We also tried to access the village from an alternative main road route, but gave up on that too after our efforts were thwarted.)

I had a horrible experience later that night. I went to the loo a hundred or so metres away in intense darkness and took my phone with me to use as a torch. On the way back, the torch failed and I only had the fairly weak screen light and wandered into the wrong paddock. (You would have to see this place to understand but it was pretty easily done.) I knew something wasn’t right but I wandered around in the pitch dark, shoes and socks squelching through the soaked muddy grass, calling out to Heather. In the meantime, she was panicking because I hadn’t returned and was preparing to look for me. I retraced my steps half a dozen times but still kept ending up in the wrong paddock. I eventually decided to go up to the owner’s house and ask for a stronger light but stumbled into the right paddock on the way. Was I ever relieved! It reminded me of a somewhat analogous experience I had as a young child and it was really quite awful.

The place we are staying is like a farm and they have quite a few animals, including some turkeys. The male is quite aggressive and we have had to ward it off quite vigorously a few times - and the farmer has rescued us twice. The turkeys have a big chick but the mature birds are called George and Mildred. Very British, what?

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