#“andrew found my daughter after she got lost in a store”

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i feel like if aftg were real and after andrew goes pro there would definitely be twitter threads with people being like "why you shouldn't support andrew minyard:" and the first post would be something like "he threatened a waiter" or "he called my wife a bitch when we were at a bar" etc etc i just think andrew would definitely be one of those celebrities that so many people have horror stories about

[lesbiansfor-blackbeard]

because wymack is the one you call when you're just lost and you don't know what else to do

we know neil calls from the airport but he also calls from the mall, when teammates have dragged him out after andrew has graduated and there are too many people and he just wants to go home

kevin calls many times his first year out of school, alone, standing in the liquor aisle of the grocery store and just needing to hear that he still matters

seth would have called after he found out his wife was pregnant and he runs out the door. he calls wymack from his car in some parking lot and gets an earful and a game plan

maybe jean calls when he can't get a hold of kevin and hes spiraling. wymack doesn't let him hang up until jeremy is sitting next to jean and wymack has found kevin

dan calls after her aunt shows up. she has a spine she built herself, and wymack reminds of her of that. he reminds her that yes, she has a soft spot and wants to help, but that he wouldn't have made her captain if he didn't have faith in her ability to stand up for the foxes. and he reminds her that she is a fox as well.

renee just calls to talk. she calls because she worries about wymack as he gets older. she calls after her mom passes away. she calls just to keep in touch.

allison rarely calls. she sees him on holidays and misses him but she finds it hard to keep in touch. one morning a scandal breaks: a gossip site has found allison with her girlfriend. it's too soon, she didn't want everyone to know. and that's the face she puts on publicly, but the morning it breaks she calls wymack just to sit, and to remember the family she was and is a part of that will always have her back

andrew calls because he misses wymack but her never admits it. like neil, wymack was the first man who let him be safe, who listened as he crashed through his meds and let him be himself one night a week and believed in him. andrew calls to say nothing, but that's okay because wymack doesn't know what to say either.

it takes aaron a while to call. he liked wymack, sure, but he always knew his brother was the first choice. it's actually wymack that calls first after aaron graduates medical school with a "congratulations" and an "I knew you could do it" aaron starts sending pictures and videos of his daughters and he even tries to get the original foxes organized for a meet up once a year

nicky calls just to say hi, much like renee. but many years after they've all graduated he calls, and thanks wymack for gluing his family together when he was coming apart at the seams to keep his cousins from drifting.

matt calls after his first kid is born. "I don't want to be like my father" and wymack is a little taken aback because he has a hard time seeing how matt and his father are even related and eventually matt says "I want to be you." and wymacks heart heals a little when he hears that because he is so unlike his own father that one of his foxes wants to be like him

this got a little off topic but I love post-uni foxes

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Us, May 3

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Cover: Pregnant Meghan Markle: My Baby, My Way

Page 2: Red Carpet -- rufflemania -- Hollywood style stars are tier-ing it up in this flattering design with feminine flair -- Tracee Ellis Ross, Kaitlyn Dever, Margot Robbie, Logan Browning, Nicola Coughlan

Page 3: Lizzo, Maude Apatow, Lucy Boynton, Jessica Alba, Lily Collins

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Anya Taylor-Joy vs. Isla Fisher vs. Regina King in Stuart Weitzman Nudist sandal

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Shonda Rhimes on the intense backlash she received over Rege-Jean Page's exit from Bridgerton, Kelly Ripa on her most embarrassing interview, Luke Bryan on his mother LeClaire's Instagram fame, Blake Shelton on The Voice's new coach Ariana Grande, Reese Witherspoon joking about wearing bottoms that aren't sweatpants

Page 8: Contents

Page 10: A Final Farewell to Prince Philip, his four children Prince Charles and Princess Anne and Prince Andrew and Prince Edward were among the loved ones who participated in the emotional ceremony, feuding brothers Prince Harry and Prince William (and his wife Duchess Kate) put their differences aside after the intimate service, due to Covid-19 protocols the grieving Queen Elizabeth stayed socially distant from the other 29 people who attended the funeral for her husband of 73 years

Page 11: ACM Awards 2021 -- Maren Morris teamed up with her husband Ryan Hurd and won Female Artist of the Year, Thomas Rhett won Male Artist of the Year, Carrie Underwood took the stage

Page 12: Hot Pics -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley wore an orange coat during a visit to NYC, John Stamos plays a coach on the TV show Big Shot, Zach Braff goofed around on the set of Cheaper by the Dozen in L.A.

Page 13: Eva Longoria on her trampoline while aboard a yacht in Miami, Howie Mandel arrived to the set of America's Got Talent dressed as a bug in Pasadena

Page 14: Jon Hamm and his rescue dog Splash strolled around the neighborhood in L.A., Heidi Klum in all white in Pasadena, Sara Gilbert and Linda Perry take a stroll in L.A.

Page 15: Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes held hands after dinner at Il Segreto in L.A., Patrick Dempsey shot a scene for his show Devils in Rome

Page 16: Rachel Brosnahan in a blue dress and carrying a clear umbrella on the set of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel in NYC, Lin-Manuel Miranda at the opening of a vaccination center for Broadway workers in Times Square, Trisha Yearwood feeds one of her rescue pups

Page 18: Gen Z Has Spoken -- these celebs are making the young kids proud -- Baggy Jeans -- Hailey Bieber, Tracee Ellis Ross, Bella Hadid

Page 19: Middle Parts -- Busy Philipps, Lizzo, Jennifer Lopez, Kourtney Kardashian, baguette bags -- Dua Lipa, Elsa Hosk, Irina Shayk, Kendall Jenner

Page 20: Seeing Double -- stars bear a striking resemblance to their famous counterparts -- Elizabeth Banks and Chelsea Handler, Emmanuelle Chriqui and Nina Dobrev, Betty Gilpin and Jodie Comer

Page 21: Rob Lowe and Ian Somerhalder, Jaime Pressly and Margot Robbie, Isla Fisher and Amy Adams, Rupert Grint and Ed Sheeran, Kyle Richards and Kacey Musgraves

Page 22: Clueless Crew -- stars are totally buggin' over Cher Horowitz's style in yellow plaid -- Robin Roberts on Good Morning America, Katie Holmes was rollin' with her homie beau Emilio Vitolo Jr. in NYC, Vanessa Hudgens, Dianna Agron

Page 23: Gabrielle Union

Page 24: Stars They're Not Like Us -- Jay Leno took one of his vintage automobiles out for a spin in L.A., Chrissy Teigen and John Legend took a selfie with a fan while grocery shopping in Beverly Hills, Kylie Jenner has custom vending machines

Page 25: Carrie Underwood in her massive walk-in closet, Denzel Washington signs autographs for fans in NYC, Megan Thee Stallion on a private plane, Drake and his bodyguard in Beverly Hills

Page 26: Stars They're Just Like Us -- Sarah Jessica Parker catches a yellow cab after working at her shoe store in NYC, Brad Paisley picked up five pizzas to go in Montecito

Page 27: Kelly Osbourne handed out goods at a drive-thru food distribution event at the Islamic Center of Southern California, HGTV's Egypt Sherrod transformed her closet into a meditation space in Atlanta, in between filming Law & Order: SVU's Mariska Hargitay and Ice-T take a selfie

Page 28: Hollywood Dads -- Scott Porter on parenting his two kids McCoy and Clover

Page 29: Jonathan Tucker on life with twins Hayes and India, parenthood is a lot tougher than Jovi Dufren imagined, Maksim Chmerkovskiy can't wait to show son Shai his work

Page 30: Love Lives -- Rihanna and A$AP Rocky are showing no signs of slowing down -- the pair enjoyed a night out in L.A. hotspot Delilah where they were holding hands and laughing and they're not hiding the fact that they're dating but they just don't want people in their business -- they're a good match and are each other's best friend

Page 31: Justin Bieber and Hailey Bieber may look like the picture-perfect couple, but Justin admits that their first year of marriage wasn't what he expected, saying it was really tough and there was just a lack of trust and he blamed the strain on his own personal struggles and said before he didn't have someone to love or someone to pour into but now, more than two years after exchanging vows with Hailey, he has that

* Kacey Musgraves' romance with Dr. Gerald Onuoha is giving her butterflies -- the pair are so happy they found each other and while Kacey, who split from her husband Ruston Kelly last summer, is trying not to get too ahead of herself, her connection to the Nashville-based doc is off the charts and it's got the potential to go a very long way

* Today's Savannah Guthrie is thankful to have husband Michael Feldman in her life, especially given the demands of her early morning work schedule

Page 32: Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker are getting serious -- all the details on their whirlwind romance

Page 33: Adapting to parenthood has been a breeze for Emma Stone and she's soaking in all the precious moments of being a mom for the first time -- she and husband Dave McCary welcomed their baby daughter in March and Emma is super protective and a very hands-on mom and Dave is also hands-on and helps with their daughter -- thanks to the little one, Emma's marriage with the comedian has also gotten stronger and having a baby has brought them closer in a way they never expected -- Emma is looking forward to getting back to work; she's taken this time off to embrace motherhood and her number one priority is to raise a healthy baby so that's what she's focused on right now

* Britney Spears is setting the record straight -- despite her ongoing conservatorship battle with her dad, Jamie Spears, she is doing totally fine, assuring fans that she's extremely happy and she has a beautiful home, beautiful children and she's taking a break right now because she's enjoying herself -- although the legal drama with her father is heating up, Britney is staying strong and she has this wonderful ability to see the positive even when the odds are against her

* Keeping Up With Us -- production for the Downton Abbey sequel is underway, Mossimo Giannulli is a free man, Chrissy Teigen returned to Twitter 23 days after announcing that she was leaving the platform, Vanessa Bryant remembered her late husband Kobe Bryant on what would have been their 20th wedding anniversary, Helen McCrory lost her battle with cancer at age 52 according to her husband Damian Lewis

Page 34: A Day in My Life -- Whitney Port

Page 35: Colton Underwood is ready to live his truth -- during an interview on Good Morning America, the former Bachelor came out as gay, saying he's run from himself for a long time and he came to terms with his sexuality earlier this year and he's the happiest and healthiest he's ever been -- now that he feels like he can finally breathe, Colton is excited for his next chapter, which fans will get to see on an upcoming reality show with Olympian Gus Kenworthy -- a huge weight has been lifted off of Colton's shoulders and he is looking forward to being his authentic self

Page 36: Moms Tell All -- Happy Mother's Day! From milestones and manners to rules and nanny-bans, celebs and insiders talk about raising kids in Hollywood

Page 37: Bindi Irwin says life at home with her daughter Grace Warrior has been positively blissful and her family with dad Chandler Powell is so full of love, adding that the newborn has already met some of the wildlife at the Australia Zoo where Bindi and Chandler live and work and of course she's seen some crocs and really lit up when she saw them -- while the Aussie conservationist is sad Grace won't get to meet her late dad Steve Irwin, Bindi's brother Robert Irwin and mom Terri Irwin have been by her side constantly and Robert is obsessed with Grace and has been helping out so much and her mom has been the biggest guiding light and she's already taught Bindi so much about being a mother, both in how she raised her and by showing her things day by day and Terri is quite the baby whisperer and she's so great a calming Grace down when she's crying -- first-time father Chandler is also a natural with Grace and he's been the most supportive and involved dad and together, he and Bindi make such a great team -- for now, Bindi, who stars with Chandler in Crikey! It's a Baby!, is hoping Grace will follow in her animal-activist footsteps, saying having three generations of strong women working as conservationists is a dream come true

* Jennifer Garner said teaching your kids is a lifelong job, and certainly values are something you have to show them -- Jennifer, who shares kids Violet, Seraphina and Samuel with ex Ben Affleck, is staying true to her word and has led by example when it comes to things like kindness and patience and she won't let anyone in the house to judge or speak ill of people, and she enforces the same wholesome, traditional values that she was raised with and the kids have been taught to be loving, hardworking and fair -- Jennifer has always taken a kids-come-first approach to parenting, and it shows as they bake together, enjoy movie nights, read books and have very active lives and it's a very healthy, happy household filled with laughter and love

Page 38: Gwen Stefani has her hands full with her sons Kingston, Zuma and Apollo with ex-husband Gavin Rossdale, but she wouldn't want it any other way -- Gwen's a tomboy, so having three boys wasn't daunting for her at all, plus she has fiance Blake Shelton by her side to pitch in with parenting duties and Gwen and the boys have a blast at Blake's ranch in Oklahoma where they enjoy riding their ATVs, and they play baseball and football -- it's not all fun and games, though because Gwen is big on boundaries and manners and she doesn't want to raise Hollywood brats and it's important to her that her sons be gentlemen

* Meghan Markle's pregnancy with Archie was no walk in the park, as she revealed during her bombshell TV interview with husband Prince Harry, the couple had concerns over whether or not the royal family would provide security for their son and claimed there were conversations about his skin color -- but this time around, as Meghan and Harry gear up for baby No. 2 at home in L.A., she's doing everything her way, without the royals and Meghan and Harry feel blessed that they're able to raise their daughter in the U.S. and can live by their own rules and make the decisions they feel are best for their children; having independence is the most important thing for Meghan and she's got free rein to be exactly the kind of mom she wants to be -- her parenting style is really like most mothers out there, and she's been craving pasta and doing yoga two times a day as her due date nears and she keeps a lot of art supplies out to foster creativity and healthy snacks around and she's a devoted mom and wants the best for her kids

Page 39: Kate Hudson has a lot on her plate, so the mom of three, who shares son Ryder with former husband Chris Robinson and son Bingham with ex Matt Bellamy and daughter Rani with boyfriend Danny Fujikawa, knows when to put her foot down as things can get a little overwhelming at times for Kate, but when she says no, it absolutely means no, and the kids respect her very much because of that

* Gigi Hadid, who shares daughter Khai with boyfriend Zayn Malik, wants to spend every waking moment with her precious little girl -- Gigi could easily afford to employ a team of nannies but chooses not to and she prefers to do everything herself and besides, she can't bear to be away from Khai for more than a few hours

* Candace Cameron Bure's three grown kids are flying the coop, but she's still super involved in their lives, despite slowly becoming an empty nester -- the mom of Natasha, Lev, and Maksim with former hockey player Valeri Bure says it's been a very transitional time and she's been trying to help them make decisions they feel good about and it's challenging, but they're figuring it out

Page 40: Oh, Baby! Meghan Markle's due date is just around the corner, and here are all the details

* Bump Brigade -- Halsey, Gal Gadot, Shawn Johnson East

Page 42: 10 Years of the Cambridges -- a look back at Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton's solid marriage for their anniversary

Page 44: Jennifer Lopez and Alex Rodriguez: What Really Happened -- cheating and lies? The truth behind J.Lo's split from fiance A-Rod

Page 45: Friendliest Exes -- these former couples managed to stay close after going their separate ways -- Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin, Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux, Orlando Bloom and Miranda Kerr, Demi Moore and Bruce Willis, Lisa Bonet and Lenny Kravitz

Page 48: Gifts for Mother's Day

Page 54: Entertainment -- Ben Barnes on Shadow and Bone

Page 58: Fashion Police -- the most daring Oscars looks -- Bjork, Whoopi Goldberg, Charlize Theron

Page 59: Rachel Weisz, Gwyneth Paltrow, Lady Gaga

Page 60: 25 Things You Don't Know About Me -- Julia Michaels

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 35 - Final Chapter - A Sore Goodbye

A/N: This is based on the memorial episode for Luke Perry. Watching and writing this was very hard and I miss him as do many fans and everyone who ever knew him. My characters pain here is almost real as it pained me to write about Fred’s death knowing that we didn’t just lose Fred Andrews, we lost Luke Perry. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of ‘Oh Dear’. It’s been a wild ride and I thank every single reader, liker, etc. I love you all.

MASTERLIST LINK (HERE)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s older sister and you have a thing for a certain Serpent.

This chapter: Based on Season 4 Episode 1 - (Y/N) has been living away from Riverdale for two years now. Only keeping touch with her family every now and then but (Y/n)’s brother, Archie, and herself never allowed any Riverdale drama to pull her back to the town which held the man she loved but couldn't have. But the sudden death of her father meant she had to finally return...

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews, 

Word count: 8,864

Warnings: Very emotional. Loss of a father. Some strong language. Some smut. 

“(Y/N).” His voice was like velvet as his arms snaked around you. 

You slowly moved in his arms to face him. Your smile widened as you met his eyes. 

“You’ve been gone ages–” Fp’s mouth cut your words short as he kissed you deeply and with a hunger you could feel in the pit of your own stomach. 

Your fingers tangled themselves in the older man’s hair within seconds, your hips pressing against his as he held you tightly. 

You dragged the man backwards to the bed behind you and allowed yourselves to fall down onto it. FP’s hands rushed to rip the clothes from you. 

You let your eyes roll backwards at the feeling of his hot tongue against your neck. 

His hands left your body for a moment which made you pout and whine in desperation. The empty feeling didn’t last long as hands placed themselves back against your soft skin; but the feeling was different... Not completely foreign but not him. 

Your eyes fluttered open to see Malachai’s face. The air flooded your lungs in a sharp gasp but before you could make another sound, Malachai’s hand trapped your lips beneath it. 

You screamed into his hand and tried to fight underneath him but his body felt like a deadweight. 

You watched him with wide eyes as he moved closer to your face; his lips and eyes blood red. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling his fevered breath against your cheeks, trying your best to mentally escape this. 

You finally felt the weight lift from you when you snapped your eyes open and thrashed forward, sending your bedsheets across the floor. 

Sweat drenched you.

It took you a minute to realise you were alone in your apartment, not in Riverdale. 

You shifted your legs off the side of the bed and rested your elbows against your knees with your head low whilst you tried to slow your breathing. 

It'd been months since you dreamt of Riverdale; of FP; of Malachai and that night. 

You lifted your mobile from the bedside table and a glaring 4:43am flashed back at you. 

It was July so the sun was already rising outside. 

You pushed back your curtains and opened your window to let some air into the stifling room. 

It wasn’t likely you’d be able to sleep against after a dream like that so you just headed to the shower and put some coffee on for yourself. 

You kicked some of the dirty clothes from the night before towards your clothes hamper as you entered the bathroom to cool off and clean the nightmare from your body. 

Your apartment was small and you hadn’t been there very long but it was perfect for you. No one had been inside it but you since you moved in so you felt like you truly had a place just for yourself. 

You let the water cascade down your body and through the tangle that is your hair. 

You thought after all this time why would the dreams be coming back?

The dreams plagued you for weeks when you first left Riverdale but after your first short relationship with some barista that you met in your first town, they’d completely disappeared. They’d only ever come back if you had been heavily drinking but you hadn’t gone out drinking for weeks so why would it happen now?

You managed to waste some time in the shower, clearing your head before you slipped into some clothes and went to get your coffee. 

You checked your phone again to see that only 40 minutes had passed so you decided to go through your unopened messages. 

Archie had texted you last night asking how you were but you must've been asleep when he did. 

You had to admit you missed your little brother, you had always been there for each other even when you disagreed with each other. It was hard for you to stay away from Riverdale when he was arrested so soon after you left but Archie had convinced you to stay away. He always convinced you any problem in Riverdale was smaller than it was in order to stop you from leaving your current life to return to one you didn’t really want. 

You contemplated calling him but you knew that he'd be asleep. That boy always tended to sleeping if he wasn’t with Veronica or facing whatever problem Riverdale currently had. 

You put down your phone and walked over to your small portable radio to switch it on. Your footsteps pattered around the apartment whilst the quiet music began to fill the space. 

You had work today but it wasn't until 8, it was a small bookshop a few blocks down so there was no need for your bike. Still you eyed your helmet and keys and wondered where to go. 

You downed your coffee as the idea came to mind then grabbed your keys, heading down to the apartment blocks private garage. 

The wind challenged you as you rode towards the smell of the ocean. You inhaled deeply as you pulled up to the sand, slowing down to eventually switch off your engine. 

You had travelled all over the U.S. and some of Europe too but you always ended up somewhere near the sea. It was calming and even during these hotter months where the beaches became overcrowded and noisy, you somehow always found the most peaceful area or time to just come and sit. 

You fought the urge to go swimming over the couple of hours you sat there due to the fact you knew you'd have to head to work shortly. 

“Morning (Y/n).” The son of the owners of the book store was sat behind the counter with an open book on his lap. He was about Archie’s age and was very polite and nice enough but you knew that he held a small crush on you which made it a little difficult to converse sometimes. 

“Morning Jeffrey.” You smiled as you passed him to walk into the small staff room to place your bag inside. 

“That book for your dad arrived yesterday afternoon while you were off.” Jeffrey hopped off his stool to collect the novel for you. 

“Perfect. I wanted to write a note inside it before I sent it to him.” You explained to the boy about why you didn't just order it to your old home. It was that and the fact it was way more expensive to order the book to the house rather than the bookstore. 

“Well if you need me to run it down to the mail for you, I’m heading there at lunch?” Jeffrey offered as he leant against the counter, close to your side. 

“Thank you, Jeff, but I’ll probably write in it tonight and send it off before work tomorrow.” You passed on the offer which made the boy look a little disheartened but you brushed it off and asked what other orders came in yesterday so that you could start on calling the customers to inform them. 

A couple hours into your shift you kept feeling your phone vibrating in your pocket. You excused yourself to use the bathroom and checked it to see it had 1 missed call from your Dad, 3 from your Mom, 2 from Archie and 3 from Jughead. 

You called Jughead since his was the most recent number and he answered within two rings. 

“Jughead? What the hell is going on? I’m at work and my phone’s been exploding with missed calls from you, my mom and Archie?” You didn’t bother with a hello since the calls seemed so urgent.

“(Y/n)...” Jughead swallowed. “(Y/n), you need to come back to Riverdale. It’s your dad...” 

“My dad? What’s happened? Is he okay?” You felt your chest tighten. 

“(Y/n), he... He died.” 

The words spun around in your head like a marble in a bowl. 

“Jughead... Whatever you’re playing at...” You started, trying, hoping, that this was some stupid game or prank. 

“(Y/n), it’s true. Archie got the call from the hospital. He was in an accident. The details aren't clear at the moment but––” You hung up as Betty took Jughead’s phone and spoke the truth. 

You threw your phone across the bathroom which resulted in your screen cracking but it didn't matter. All that matter was that your dad, Fred Andrews, was dead.

The events that followed were a blur. 

Jeffrey sent his mother into the bathroom, an elderly woman with kind eyes and red hair. She found you collapsed on the floor with tears streaming down your cheeks and tried to help you as you gathered the words together to tell her what happened. 

The next thing you knew was that you were at your apartment, packing a small rucksack full of essentials with your bike keys in your hand. 

The only moment that became clear in your memory of that moment was when you pulled open your closet door to find your old Serpent jacket. 

You held the rough leather material in between your fingers as you reminisced your old life. You ran the tips of your index and middle finger over the embroidered snake but only Fp’s face flashed before your eyes. 

You pushed down the memories of the Serpents and continued to pack.

You didn’t know how long it took you to travel home. You knew you didn’t follow the speed limits but you didn’t care. You needed to be home. You needed to know if it were all true. Really true. 

You passed the old sign at the border of the town and what felt like a hundred different emotions all seemed to hit you like once. 

WELCOME TO RIVERDALE

You hadn’t stepped foot into the town in a couple years now. It felt like a whole new place now. 

That is until you hit the top of your road where your old home resided. 

You pulled up in front of the house and stared up at the front door with tears in your eyes. 

Your dad's truck wasn't here. 

“(Y/n)?” The door opened whilst you were lost in your head. Archie must've seen you from the window after hearing your bike pull up. 

“Arch?” Your eyes met his with the question you didn’t want answered. 

A tear fell from Archie’s eye. You immediately rush up the stairs and took him in your arms. 

“(Y/n)?” Your mothers voice crept up behind Archie. It was almost a disbelief in her voice.

“Hi Mom.” You wiped your nose and faced her. In that moment, all hatred and betrayal washed away and you just wanted to be a family again. 

The three of you held each other in the doorway, sharing the same pain, crying the same tears. 

When you finally parted, Archie was the one to notice his friends had gathered outside. 

“It’s good to see you, (Y/n).” Betty was the first to greet you. “It’s been too long. I’m sorry this is why you had to come home.” 

You could see the pain in Betty’s eyes, the sadness, the sympathy. 

“Me too.” You whispered, returning her hug. 

Veronica then hugged you and so did Jughead but when Reggie made some comment about how good you looked you decided to leave them be.  

You tiptoed up the stairs to your old room. It was just the same as you left it, not that you stayed in it much towards your final few months in Riverdale. 

As you sat down on your bed, you looked towards the door, half expecting to see your dad’s head poke around it to check on you. 

You heard commotion in the garden. Archie and his friends were all putting seats around in a circle and chatting. 

“When things started getting bad with my dad and drinking, my mom would call up Fred... for help.” Jughead’s voice caught your attention as you sat by the window. “And he would drive to the bar, and he would pick up my dad and he'd lay him on the couch. And he'd always stay a little while... just to talk to me... to see how I was doing in school, and... if I'd eaten dinner. He just wanted to know if I was hungry. I always was.” The group chuckled lightly at Jughead’s comment but the story just reminded you of FP. How you looked after FP when Fred could no longer do it...

You wondered what he was doing. How was he handling this? 

You mentally scolded yourself for thinking about him when you were Fred’s daughter. You should be thinking about you and the pain you feel.

You heard a knock at your door. It was your Mom. 

“I thought you’d want to know about the accident.” She sniffled as she entered. 

You nodded your head. You wanted to know if he died in pain, if it was his fault or someone else's, something else’s...

“FP spoke to the Sheriff at Cherry Creek. He knows all the details. I don’t know if I can––” Your mother broke down in tears once again and you found yourself comforting her with a short embrace. 

“FP? Why would FP know the details?” You pulled away, a little confused. 

“FP is Riverdale’s Sheriff.” She managed to string together. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You were almost convinced this was all some crazy nightmare. 

“Okay. I’ll be back soon.” You hurried past your mom and down to your bike. 

You were at the station within minutes. 

It took every ounce of energy you had left to walk through those doors at the station. Your feet felt like rocks being dragged through the mud at Sweetwater River. 

The station was busy, people rushing around and talking to one another. 

You found yourself outside the sheriff’s office, peering through the small glass window at a man you knew you recognised despite the khaki disguise. 

He was on the phone, wrinkles frowned on his face and his eyes were glassy but focused. 

You watched him put the phone down and pinch the bridge of his nose. He slid off the corner of his desk and moved around to his chair where he finally became horizontal to you. 

His eyes finally lifted from his desk and upon seeing you, the colour seemed to drain from his face. It was as if he’d seen a ghost. 

Suddenly, your flight mode kicked in and you turned to leave. 

“(Y/n)!” FP’s voice seemed to freeze every joint in your body even though your mind was screaming at you to walk away. 

“I only came to know what happened. What happened to my dad.” You couldn't stop the tears rising to your eyes but you refused to let them fall. 

“Come... Come inside.” FP held his door open for you and you forced your feet to move in that direction. 

“It’s, uh, good, good to see you.” FP seemed almost as nervous as you felt. 

“It’s been–– Please tell me what happened.” You couldn’t do small talk right now. You were desperate. You wanted to know if it really were an accident. 

“Fred was driving home to Riverdale when he pulled over to help someone's car that was stalled on the side of the road, and, uh... Another vehicle... came upon them way too fast and... He was struck by it.” FP could barely get the words out himself. 

You buried your face into the palm of your hands as you broke down once again. He just wouldn’t ever say no to helping someone. And now he's dead because of it. 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” FP placed his hand on your back and the electricity almost made you jump backwards but you managed to stay sat.

“I kept dodging his calls. I hadn’t spoken to him in three weeks. I was sending him this stupid collectable book to apologise for my distance and now, now he’s... he’s...” You couldn’t help but let the words fall from your lips. 

“Hey. Hey, now.” Fp pulled you towards him and you let yourself engulf in the man. His arms felt familiar, safe and warm. His scent flooded your nose which brought you some peace. “It’s alright.” He tried to assure you but seeing you in this much pain only made his pain worse. 

You were even more beautiful than ever. His heart almost stopped when he saw your (y/e/c) eyes shining through the window. Sad but still bright. 

“Sheriff?” The door swung open which made you pull away from the man out of habit. “Sorry to interrupt but there's a call waiting for you, sir.” The young deputy recognised you as Fred’s daughter and sent an apologetic look your way. 

“I should be going. I shouldn’t be bothering the ex-Southside Serpent sheriff anyway.” You laughed a little trying to lighten the mood but nothing could lighten the darkness inside your chest. 

You returned home and found yourself in your fathers closet. 

You pulled out one of his favourite shirts and pressed it against your face. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to hug him since you last left Riverdale. 

You pulled it on and retired for the evening to your bedroom. 

Dreaming of you as a little girl in Pickins park with Betty as you took turns on the father/daughter potato sack race with your dad. 

You woke in the morning to your mothers stern voice downstairs. She was clearly on the phone with someone who’d upset her. 

You pulled yourself from bed and trudged down the stairs. You held on to the banister as you swung around to see your mom at the end of the hall in the kitchen on the house phone. 

Your mother hung up before turning to face you. The irritation she once felt from the call had disappeared when she saw you stood at the bottom of the staircase with your father’s shirt on. You look almost as innocent and sweet as when you were a child, a picture image of you 8 years old in your dad's shirt to go play ball in the garden with your father and Archie came into her mind. 

But today you were different to that little girl; dark circles clung to your eyes and  your skin seemed to dull in colour. You weren’t a little girl anymore, you were a woman, but it seemed that both of you were desperately wishing times were different in this moment. 

“Who was that?” You asked, you didn’t realise how hoarse your voice was until you spoke, it must've been from the crying during the night. 

“Your brother. He went all the way up to Cherry Creek to fetch your fathers body.” Your Mom sounded almost as shocked as you felt by the news. 

With that, you darted back upstairs and grabbed your cell. 

“Archie?” You were fuming as Archie answered your call. 

“(Y/n)?” Archie responded. 

“Why did you go to Cherry Creek? Why didn’t you say anything? Why have I travelled all the way back to Riverdale just to be alone?” The questions seem to leave your mouth like a flood. “He’s my dad too, Archie. You didn’t think I’d come with you to bring him home? I waited so long to see him and now it’s too late.” 

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d want––”

“––want to travel hours away to bring dad home? Want to see him as soon as possible?” Your voice broke as tears flowed from your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, okay?! I had this nightmare and I left as soon as I woke up. I just couldn’t leave him here. I didn’t want you or Mom questioning or dictating to me about this journey. I’m sorry, (Y/n).” Archie sounded emotional himself. You wondered if he had seen your dad yet. 

“What if I get on my bike and come up now? I’ll leave within minutes.” You suggested. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, (Y/n). It’ll take you a few hours to get here and by the time you arrive, we’ll be allowed to take dad and leave. You might as well stay there and make sure Mom’s alright. We’ll be back as soon as possible.” Archie discouraged your idea and as much as you hated it you knew it was best if you stayed and waited with your mother. 

You heard the doorbell go off downstairs by the time you hung up the phone and got dressed for the day. You knew you had slept in your dad’s shirt but his scent clung to it so strongly you didn’t want to take it off. 

The sound of high heels downstairs gave you an idea of who might have arrived so you weren’t surprised to see Cheryl and Toni in the hallway, embracing your mother. 

“(Y/n)! Oh my god! Wait ‘till the Serpents hear your back!” Toni almost ran towards you when she saw you. You hugged the girl back and smiled at how grown and beautiful she’d gotten since you left. 

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, (Y/n), but I must admit seeing your face has made it a happier time for Riverdale.” Cheryl hugged you once Toni finally let you and all you could do was force a smile onto your face as you tucked your hands into your back pockets. 

“The girls say they’ve come to ask us something.” Your mother chimed in. 

“Actually I’m going to head out and look around town. It feels too heavy in this house without dad.” You admit, sending an apologetic look towards Toni. 

“It’s alright. Maybe you can stop by Pop’s later and we can get some food and catch up?” Toni asked,

You just nodded before taking hold of the front door handle and escaping. 

Just as you looked up from the concrete floor, leaning against the house door whilst letting out a deep breath of relief, there stood at the bottom of the steps on the sidewalk was FP.

You watched him remove his hat before stepping towards you. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, his face full of concern. 

“Just feeling a little claustrophobic.” You admitted you felt a little closed in with the visitors this morning. 

“I see you kept your bike.” FP gestured to your motorbike on the side of the road. 

“She took me all around the country. Broke my heart to leave her here for a while when I travelled Europe. I plan to take her to Italy in the future. I rode a bike there but it just wasn’t the same.” You found yourself talking about his gift to you with ease. It was the first conversation you had that wasn’t about your father. 

“Wow, Europe? That’s further than most people from Riverdale get.” FP saw how you gushed over your bike and it made his heart squeeze knowing he was the one who got it for you. 

He still couldn't believe you were stood in front of him. When you rode off and out of Riverdale he figured he wouldn’t be seeing you for a long time. Perhaps ever again. 

You had grown in more ways than one. He could see the travel helped you find yourself or at least figure out yourself a bit better than Riverdale could ever do. 

Even though you looked worn from the news of your father passing, he could see that you were comfortable in your skin, any insecurity you had previously shown was gone or hidden. He admired you from afar. 

“How are you? How did you even become Sheriff? Are you seeing anyone?” You couldn’t help but let the last question be spoken aloud. 

“Uh, it’s complicated.” His response seemed to answer every question. You noticed his eyes flicker to the Coopers household. 

Alice. 

“Do you, uh, do you want to get out of here?” You pointed your thumb down the direction of the street as you looked around. 

“Um, (Y/n), I––” FP started, tugging on his belt loops with his thumbs as he too looked around but his answer only began to panic you. 

“––No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have asked. Things have changed, I get it.” You rambled on, hugging your arms around yourself as you retreated. 

“I’d love to.” FP cut any more rambles from your mouth off. 

“Your ride or mine?” You asked, nodding towards the sheriff wagon across the street. 

FP chuckled and shook his head, 

“Mine.” He made his way to the car, and opened the door for you. 

The gesture was so small yet so large. Who was this man now? Has he changed much? His smile hasn’t changed. It never has. 

He had his radio on quietly, probably so he wouldn't miss any calls on the police satellite. You tend to be busy as the sheriff of the town called Riverdale. This crazy, surreal like town. 

“How’s Red handling it?” Fp asked,

“He, um, he went up to Cherry Creek last night. Arrived this morning to collect my dad. He didn't tell me or our mom. He just went with Jughead, Betty and Veronica and left. Called Mom this morning asking her to sign some paperwork so that dad could be released to Archie.” You stared out of the window as you spoke. The town floated by as if it hadn’t been bothered by Fred’s death. 

“He what?” FP furrowed his brow as he looked over at you for a moment. “That boy...” FP started but you finished it with a light chuckle and a ‘I know’. 

FP pulled off the main streets of Riverdale and toward the river. 

“So, what happened the last time you spoke to your old man? You said you didn’t speak to him for three weeks after that.” FP was careful to poke due to the sensitive topic but for some reason, you felt calm enough with him beside you. 

“Nothing. The usual, asking questions where I'm living, if I’m eating, have I met anyone? Have I got a job? But he kept talking about me coming to visit Riverdale now I was a little closer. He kept on about how much my Mom wants to see me and how happy it’d make Archie but... But I just didn’t know how to say that I didn’t want to come back yet.” You admitted honestly. 

FP’s car wheels came to a squeaky stop as he pulled into Sweetwater River. 

“I know it’s stupid and selfish and I should have come back when he asked. I mean he only wanted me to visit and now it’s too late. Now I can’t... He can’t... He’s not here.” You felt yourself crumble throughout the sentence and FP watched with tears in his own eyes. 

“Hey.” He pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly. “It’s not your fault. You had only just got the hell out of here.” FP tried to comfort you. 

You gripped onto his shirt as you buried your face into him. 

“We all should have spent more time with him. Life likes to play these dirty games with us.” FP could feel the pain radiating from your body. 

You seemed so small and fragile in his arms. You felt like the person you used to be right at the beginning of your relationship, when all you wanted to do was look after him and make sure he was alright. Now, he just wanted to make you feel alright. 

“I remember when Fred found out that he was having a baby girl. He couldn’t have been more excited and terrified at the same time.” FP laughed softly, “Little did he know that little girl would grow up to be one of the kindest, strongest and damn-near smartest women in this town. Fred knew you were beautiful in and out, (Y/n). He believed you could do anything you wanted to.” FP explained, trying his best to bring some happiness to the memory of your father. 

You pulled away slowly to look the man in the face. He took hold of your cheeks and tried to smile but you could see the sadness in his eyes. 

“And I can’t believe that little girl grew up to change my life. She used all of her kindness and strength on a hopeless drunk who couldn’t hold down a job.” There seemed to be a hint of regret in FP’s eyes. Not regret for the relationship but perhaps regret that he had dragged you alongside him for so long.

“That man has turned out to be the sheriff today. Ex-king of the Southside serpents and sober. He helped me find a backbone and gave me something to fight for.” You argued with his negative outlook. “My dad must've been so proud to see you as big dog in Riverdale.” 

FP lowered his eyes and shook his head with a smile. 

“He wouldn’t have been proud much longer if he found out that his best friend had been in love with his only daughter.” FP’s words seemed to fall from his lips in slow motions as you processed what he had said. 

You had no control over your body when you found your mouth meeting his, lifting his head back up. 

FP didn’t expect the gesture but welcomed it as one hand found the back of your neck and the other squeezed your waist. 

Your tongues danced together like two lost lovers had finally found each other again. 

You tried to lean forward to press your chest against his but the position of the car seats wouldn’t allow it. 

It was the police radio that interrupted you both, a deputy calling for ‘Sheriff Jones’ to return as there was new information on the Fred Andrews case. 

You fell apart as quickly as you came together. 

You shot your eyes down to your feet as you tried to catch your breath. 

Fp stayed silent as he panted beside you. 

The car came alive as he cleared his throat, pulling out of the famous riverside and back onto the main road. 

You both remained silent until you pulled into the station. 

Your skin felt like it was on fire from the passionate kiss but the news about the case overtook your thoughts.

You both rushed into the station and to the sheriff’s office where FP picked up the phone, dialling the Cherry Creek police. 

You sat in the rigid uncomfortable chair opposite FP’s desk and bit down on your thumb nail as you waited anxiously. 

You sat up in anticipation as FP hung up the phone. 

“So?” You asked, your voice was soft, almost a whisper. 

“The guy that hit Fred. He turned himself in this morning.” FP informed you, dialling a number on his cellphone. 

“So they’ve got him? He’s off the roads?” 

“He, uh, he made bail. He’s been released. It’s just how these things go sometimes.” FP could see the anger on your face when he said that the guy was released. 

“But he killed my dad.” You felt sick knowing the man who killed your father was out walking around. 

“And he’ll get justice for it.” FP said it in a way that you immediately it was a promise than a statement. 

“I’m gonna call Red. Go ahead and inform your mother.” FP instructs you and you do as you’re told. Telling her only what you know. 

When you returned to the office from taking the call outside, you could see the worry on FP’s face. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, 

“Your brother. I think he’s gonna try and take justice into his own hands. I’m trying to get through to Jughead now.” FP held up his phone. 

When Jughead finally answered, FP told him everything and Jughead said he’d take care of it. 

“Jug will get to him. Archie might be mad but if they get to him first then no one should get hurt.” You tried to be optimistic. You didn’t want Archie starting a fight he might not win. Who knows who this guy is! 

FP leant back in his chair and ran a hand over his face the way he usually does when he’s stressed. 

“For some reason, it doesn’t feel real.” You murmured as you folded your arms across your chest and moved yourself in front of FP. Leaning back against his desk, standing between his legs. 

“I keep thinking that I’ll go home and his truck will be there. He’ll be stood in the kitchen, buried in some paperwork with a beer bottle in his hand. He’ll moan at me for staying out so late and we’ll argue about how I’m an adult. But at the end of the night, he’ll still be leaning in bedroom doorway to say goodnight.” You didn’t realise you were crying against until the salty tears found your lips. 

“This town’s not gonna be the same without him.” FP met your eyes with his own glassy ones. 

“I didn’t tell him I loved him in three weeks.” You broke. 

Fp rose to his feet and his hands squeezed your upper arms as he tried to get you to look at him. 

“You didn’t need to say it. He already knew.” FP embraced you once again and you relaxed once more. 

“Look, while you were on the phone to your mom, I got a call from Cheryl. She has this whole parade planned for when Archie returns with Fred. A special way to honour him and I gotta be the one to stop Archie from going straight into town. We’re gonna give him a police escort and let the town say goodbye.” FP thought the idea would give you something to look forward to. Something to be apart of. 

“This town really loved him, huh?” You wiped at your nose and smiled sadly. 

“Yes, they did. Now, if you’ll have me, I’d like for you to ride in the wagon with me out front.” FP knew it was a risky move but he knew you’d appreciate it. 

You nodded your head, letting another tear slip from your eye. 

FP caught it with his thumb. 

The next thing you knew your lips were gently pressing against his. 

Fp nor you could fight these feelings. Fp knew that if Alice or Jughead’s mom found out.... His thoughts seemed to disappear when your hands caressed his arms, leading up to your neck. 

He deepened the kiss, closing the small space between you by lifting you up onto his desk. He fitted nicely between your legs and you arched your back against him as he kissed down your neck. 

You internally rejoiced when you noticed the blinds on the office door were shut. Hopefully prompting anyone who needed to enter to knock. 

You straightened back up to reclaim his lips as his hands moved up your shirt to your chest. 

“FP.” You whispered, your hands were on his belt buckle but you didn’t make any movements to loosen it yet. 

The pain of the past couple days seemed to melt away at the touch of one another. You were like each others morphine. 

FP took the hint and yanked at your jeans, pulling them down your thighs to your ankles. You clawed at his belt, hissing when he brought you forward and sank his teeth into your shoulder. 

You threw off your top and fixated your arms around the older man. 

He could feel your want on the outside of your panties. 

A moan escaped as his fingers brushed your sex as he moved your panties to one side. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve needed this. You.” FP spoke against your skin as he pressed himself inside you. 

You threw your head back for a moment before resting your forehead on the man’s shirt.

Fp lifted you slightly to get a better angle as he thrusted in and out of you. 

He felt so good that the world around you seemed to become white. 

“Fuck.” FP snarled as you rolled your hips against his. 

His name left your lips as you both picked up the pace. You could feel yourself drawing close to climax already. 

His hand buried itself in your hair and tugged as you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. Your cheek burned against his with the friction of his beard and the heat from you both.

With your bodies moulded together, the desperation of a release built. 

You bit down on his shoulder as you unravelled, throbbing around him which only brought his release closer. 

You let go of his shoulder and silently cursed at the wet teeth mark you left on his khaki shirt but you quickly forgot as he pulled his length from you and emptied his seed over your thigh. 

He rested his forehead against you as you both caught your breath. You were glad you tore off your shirt as you were coated in a thin layer of sweat. 

FP reached over to the box of tissues in the office and began cleaning up his mess.

He looked up from your thighs to catch something he had forgotten about on your shoulder. 

A very obvious ‘M’ was scarred in your beautiful skin. 

You watched him stare at you with a twisted look of pain. His thumb ran over the mark which made you flinch away slightly. 

It was just a horrid reminder of what nearly happened that night. However, you refused to cover it with a tattoo as it also reminded you that you survived it. 

You slid off the desk to tug up your jeans and scoop up your t-shirt. 

You cringed slightly as you realised what you had done. You had thrown away your dad’s shirt to fuck his life long best friend on the sheriff’s desk. 

FP must've noticed your face pale as he asked if you were okay. 

You could hear his belt being done up and you muttered a swift apology about his shirt before turning the handle on the door. 

“Hey! Wait!” FP called after you but you tried to escape the building as fast as you could. 

As soon as you were out the station doors and the warm summer air hit you, you started sprinting. 

You ran until your legs ached and when you finally stopped. 

You were at the play park. 

It wasn’t too busy considering what the day was. 

You sat down on an empty swing and took a moment to catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry, Dad.” You looked up at the sky as you spoke. You didn’t know whether you were happy he never found out about the affair or sad because all you did was lie to him for years.

The internal conflict you had only worsened the pain you felt. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” The voice was enough to almost make you groan audibly. 

“Don’t think anyone did.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as Alice approached you. 

“No. I mean in the park. Of course, you’d come home for your fathers funeral.” Alice looked like she had been crying but her words were stable enough. 

You didn't respond. 

“I’m sorry for your loss, (y/n). Fred Andrews was one of the best men this town ever knew.” Alice stated.

“Yeah, thanks.” You pushed yourself off the swing and started to stride away from the woman when she caught your wrist. 

“Hey, you need anything you let me know? You and Archie are as much family to me as my own.” Alice sent you a sympathetic smile and you couldn’t help but remember all the times you’d play with Polly and Betty at their house. 

“Thank you, Alice.” You softened your words before turning to leave again. 

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Not long after you left the park you heard a man calling your name. 

You faced the direction of the call to see FP shutting his car door to come towards you. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Archie’s almost back.” FP announced. 

“We better head to the edge of town then.” You brushed past his shoulder to enter the car. 

“Hey.” FP took hold of your wrist and made you look at him. “What happened?” 

“I just... I’m wearing my dad’s shirt today. It smells like him. I threw to the side to be close with you and when I picked it up... I couldn’t help but think about how much I’ve lied to him. How many lies I told and how many secrets I kept.”

“Sometimes we have to keep things from others to keep them from getting hurt.” FP’s eyes darkened at the mention of your secret relationship. 

“There’s just so much I never said.” You sighed, closing your eyes to prevent any more tears. 

“Fred knew all of the important stuff you needed to say. We all kept a few secrets and lied to your old man, that’s the way it is in this town. We can forgive ourselves for it or we can let it turn you into a sour old drunk that can’t even feed his kids.” Fp’s eyes flashed with regret and sadness from his past mistakes. 

Your throat was locked shut so you just nodded your head. 

“Let’s go get your old man.” Fp opened the car door and you followed. 

You didn’t have to wait long on the side of the road before Archie emerged in a hearse with your dad’s truck, driven by Betty and Jughead, behind him. 

Fp pushed himself off the front of the car where you both had sat to wait, you lifted your head from his shoulder to watch him stand and raise his hand to slow Archie down. 

“Everything all right, Mr. Jones?”

“Everything's good, Red. I, uh, heard what you, and Jug, and the girls were up to, and I wanted to be a part of it. I'd like to give your dad a police escort the rest of the way home, if you're okay with that. He deserves it.”

“Yes, sir.” Archie looked past Fp to you. You smiled as much as you could manage and quickly wiped away any water escaping your eyes. 

“All right. Follow me then.” Fp leaving Archie’s side gave you the signal to climb into the wagon. 

As you drove towards town, you couldn’t help but hold FP’s hand. He held onto you tightly and gave your hand a tight squeeze here and there when he caught you getting emotional again. 

“He’d be so happy to see you home.” Fp told you. 

“I know.” You agreed. 

That's when the parade became clear ahead. 

You smiled as you cried silently to the cheers and appraisal your father was getting. 

You couldn’t help but laugh as the Serpents all cheered loudly as you passed. You blew them all a kiss as a thank you. 

You didn’t stop crying until you pulled up in front of the house. 

All the signs and familiar faces tore at your heart and made you think about how well known Fred actually was. 

He changed a lot of people’s lives and you were so thankful he was always apart of yours; as your father. 

As Archie exited the hearse, you opened your own door. 

You rushed to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist as he approached your mother. 

“I couldn't leave him there, Mom.” Archie confessed, taking both you and your mom into a tight embrace

“I know.” Your mom said as she snivelled repeatedly. 

“I brought Dad home.” Archie looked between you and your mother. You only smiled and tucked yourself under his arm. 

“You did. You sure did. I'm so proud of you. I know he would be, too.” Your mom gushed, Archie pulled her back into the group hug and you all just stayed there for a minute. 

Fp watched from a distance as you hugged your family and he knew that things would never be the same in Riverdale ever again. He once thought that when he saw you leaving but now, now he knew that he truly meant it.

“Hey, I found something in Dad’s truck.” Archie parted from the hug and dug into his pocket. 

What he pulled out was a photo of you, Archie and your dad. All together. Happy. 

You laughed weakly as you stepped towards your bike, pulling up the seat to get into the under compartment. 

You put your hand into a small bag inside and out came the exact photo but more crinkled and torn. It has travelled with you always. 

“I can’t believe he’s gone, Arch.” 

“I know. Me either.” Your brother buried you in his chest and it wasn't the first time you felt like the younger sibling between the two of you. 

The funeral didn’t take too long to put together and before you knew it, the casket was being walked towards you and your mother at the graveyard. 

You watched your mother press a kiss against the closed casket as she lay her rose on top. 

You were shaking when you found the courage to step forward yourself. 

You wrapped your arms around the casket and pressed your cheek against the cold wood, letting your tears hit it below. 

“I love you, Dad.” You were heartbroken. Here lay Fred Andrews, never to be seen again. Not outside of pictures or videos. 

Archie had to be the one to come forward and move you along as the crowd watched with agony in their hearts. 

“And now... Fred's son, Archie, would like to say a few words.” 

You watched Archie take the podium with more strength than you could even muster that day.

“‘Uh, earlier I was thinking... on the drive over here... how much of Riverdale my dad built... or just fixed up. Houses, office buildings... A bit of everything. He helped build this town. And one day if I'm lucky enough to have a son or a daughter of my own... I'll be able to point to a building or even just a brick in the building, and say, "Your grandpa made that... with his hands."” Archie paused, you smiled at the idea of a little Archie running around Riverdale.

“It's the 4th of July. I remember this one th... it was raining. The fireworks show was canceled, and, uh, I was so bummed, I remember sitting in the backyard just bawling... Until my dad came home with all these fireworks. I mean, enough to burn our house down, you remember that, (Y/n)? Mom?” 

You and your mother nodded with a smile as she took your hand. 

“And, uh... we lit them in the backyard, it was just... it was the best night. My dad was here for every high and every low. He's the greatest man I've ever known. It hurts me that I never got to say goodbye. That I won't get to see him again or talk to him. But his spirit and his memory lives on... in this town, and in everyone he's met. Fred Andrews will always be a part of Riverdale. I love you so much, Dad.” Archie finished his speech and you felt like you couldn't even move. 

You felt horrible that you couldn’t say anything but you could barely get a word out without breaking down completely. 

Once the funeral was over and you had returned to your childhood home, you went upstairs and draped one of your dad’s flannels over your shoulders and your dress.

“I miss you, Daddy.” You curled up on his side of the bed and buried your face into the sleeves of the flannel. 

Archie could see you from the hall and he considered comforting you but the sight of you so broken was too much for him to bare at that moment. 

You knew you couldn’t stay in Riverdale without Fred being there. 

You knew you couldn't even stay a week just to stay with Archie. 

You had spent so much time in the past fighting to stay in the town but now all it held was memories of your pain. 

You returned to your room after what felt like hours, you must’ve fallen asleep at some point as you felt groggy when you finally lifted yourself up to gather your things together. 

“You’re not staying for the fireworks?” Your mom appeared at your door. 

“I can’t.” You tried to keep yourself composed. “I can’t, Mom. I can’t be here without him. He was always there. Always. When you left, when I'd fight against him, when I left. He was always right here.” 

“I understand.” Your mom surprised you with her answer and even more with her hug. She kissed you on the cheek and pressed a smile onto her lips. 

“I love you so much. Please don’t be a stranger in the future.” She begged, 

You kissed her forehead as she lowered her head. 

“I promise I won’t.” 

As you moved away, you noticed she had changed and redone her makeup. 

Archie was downstairs from what you could see from the top of the stairs and he too was dressed up. 

You descended with your mothers hand in yours and your bag in the other. 

“We’re about to start...” Archie’s words trailed off when he saw you were holding your bag. 

“I’ve got to go. I’ll visit you real soon little brother.” You placed your bag down as Archie watched. 

“Already?” Archie pouted, 

“I have too. We all have our ways of coping. I can’t move past this if I stay here. I can’t stay here without him.” You were honest with your little brother. 

You awaited an explosion but Archie followed in your moms footsteps and simply hugged you. 

“Promise me this isn’t the last time I’m going to see you.” Archie whispered against my ear. 

“I promise.” You kissed his cheek and pulled away. “Tell the others it was good t see them.” You didn’t want to deal with any more goodbyes. 

“I will. You ready?” He turned back to his mom and she said she was. 

You didn’t stay to watch them head out to the garden to watch the fireworks.

You put on your helmet and mounted your bike. 

As you drove away, you smiled as you saw the fireworks in your wing mirror. 

At the end of the road you noticed FP’s sheriff car parked and FP dressed in his usual get up of jeans and a flannel. 

“Didn't think you could skip town again without a goodbye.” FP smirked as you stopped your bike. 

“How’d you know I’d leave tonight?” You rose your voice enough to be heard over the fireworks. 

“’Cause...”  He shrugged and swaggered towards you. 

“You think you can just smile at me and everything will be alright?” You removed your helmet as you spoke. 

“I wanted to tell you something. Something I should have said a long time ago.” Fp only grew closer to you. 

“I’m all ears, Sheriff Jones.” 

“I loved you, (Y/n). I always loved you. You were this unexpected gift that came into my life and kicked the crap out of the old me. You taught me what it was like to feel again. You were better than any drink I had ever had.” FP began to confess to you. “I know I didn’t deserve you and I know we can never be together in the way I wanted to but those many months of my life with you by my side. My Serpent Queen. They were some of the best days of––”

You kissed the man after hearing the words you had always wanted to hear. 

You knew he loved you that time ago but he never said. Never told you. 

“I loved you too, FP Jones.” You let your lips part from his slowly as you breathed out the words. 

“Keep on fighting. You’re stronger than you know.” FP pressed his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes. 

Those eyes. Those hypnotic eyes. 

“Stay out of trouble. Don’t make me come back and kick your ass back into shape.” You half-kidded. 

FP sighed and kissed you once more. 

“I’m forever yours, FP Jones.” You let the man know as you backed away from him back towards your bike. 

He watched you climb back on but before you replaced your helmet he remembered something...

“Wait.” FP pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and as he got closer with a slow jog, you realised it was the polaroid. “It’s your turn to keep it.” 

You took the photo without any fight and tucked it into your jacket. 

“Look after yourself, Jones.”  You brushed your lips against his as you held his cheeks between your fingers. 

“Don’t break too many hearts, (Y/n) Andrews.” FP took a step back. 

“Can't make that promise.” You winked. The only heart that ever mattered to you was his. 

You revved your engine as you finally rode away. 

Watching the man only disappear in your mirror as the fireworks only continued. 

The End. 

AN: That’s a wrap folks. I hope you enjoyed this story and I hope this ending wasn’t too awful for you all. I want to say that I hope all of you are safe and doing well. I hope those who are rioting are staying safe and protecting themselves. This chapter is dedicated to Luke Perry may he rest in peace. Goodnight my lovely readers and thank you once again for reading. 

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[pennys-th0ughts]

Robert Gray - The Origin of Pennywise 🤡 Chapter 1

Papers were scattered all over the desk and the dim light coming from an old oil lamp was fluttering in a lonely corner of the room. It was raining outside one cool November night of the year 1873 and the cobbled streets of Derry were almost empty. The sky was black ink like and the moon was bigger than usual. I was sitting on my armchair next to the window watching the last persons leave the street heading to the warm refuge of their homes.

The rain drops crashing against the window were falling down the glass getting thinner and thinner until the rain became a light drizzle. My eyes were focused on an old naked tree which had been stripped from all its leaves; it seemed to be dead since a crow was holding onto one of its branches looking erratically sideways. A seemingly endless night had woken up from its brief nap time, wet weather made it longer but sometimes the fresh breezes get to cool down my unstoppable mind from overthinking.

Stores were closed and finally the silence took over the sidewalks as insomnia used to take over my tired body and restless mind. I was twenty five years old and I suppose it was an advantage to be that young and have no commitments yet while being the sole heir of the only medicinal store in town. I could use my freedom at will and do whatever I pleased, managing my times since I was my own boss at work. The burden of such responsibility fell down on my shoulders when my father passed away, a couple of years after my mother decided to leave us because of a serious case of fever that my father couldn’t cure. I guess he felt defeated for not being able to cheat death this time and the corrosive feeling of guilt was what finally submitted him one night during his sleep.

The formalities concluded and after an orderly ceremony, the family’s lawyer made me sign some papers, then it all became in some kind of beneficious curse I needed to keep on going in order to survive. My father was the only apothecary in Derry and he began teaching me from an early age the art of mixing drugs to create specific medicines, so my grandfather did with him and so on.

Business flourished when a new disease wave attacked the small town leaving many fatal victims and several people in a critic health state. The only hospital was packed and people who couldn’t get medical attention in this facility had to stay indoors to prevent spreading the illness. There is when I stepped in. During a whole month I wouldn’t stop preparing thousands of dosses commissioned by the hospital and many other wealthy families. I would end up working night and day to fulfill the town needs for medicine to cure diphtheria, soothe the pain and reduce the fever. I got to really enjoy my work, but one day I couldn’t take the overwhelming pressure anymore that made me snap, so I started looking for an assistant to help me out with the preparations and also someone to deliver them. Speeding up the delivery could definitely save other people’s lives.

Shadows of death were still lurking and swallowing everything in its path, turning the alleys darker and the houses emptier. The plague was spreading faster than we could cure it and the atmosphere in Derry was getting heavier with sadness and hopelessness. During the nights, streets looked like pathways to afterlife and the little oil lamps hanging at the entrances were like golden eyes, always watching and waiting.

Two days passed and interested people didn’t make themselves wait much longer and started to come to the drug store asking for the jobs. They were all willing to help but none of them fit with the qualities I was looking for. Until one day I finally found her, or perhaps she found me. Her features were as I imagined them and even better; she had little hands and long fingers, she was meticulous and careful. Her name was Charlotte Wise but she was known in town as Ruby, a well-deserved nickname since her hair was red as the stone. The day she came into the store everything changed, as if a sudden peacefulness had taken over the place. My new assistant would transform not only my work but also my life from that moment on.

Spring arrived after the dark days left Derry and its people slowly tried to get back to normal. Charlotte and I began having more time to spend in each other’s company so I decided it would be a good opportunity to teach her something new related to her job. We were still working as usual but the environment inside the shop had some kind of magic that was making it springier. Andrew, Charlotte’s younger brother, took the delivery job and he was doing very well, we didn’t receive any complaints about time or packages delivered in bad conditions. The boy was attentive and helpful, just like his beautiful sister. Agility was on his side and he was making a great use of it with the bicycle he got for the job. When work increased we bought a new mean of transportation so the boy wouldn’t get caught under the suffocating heat or merciless storms.

That year ended with a happy ending for Derry and we started a new one even happier. Charlotte and I had gathered enough money to begin a new life; she wanted to live with me so we bought a small but modest house two blocks away from the shop. Her brother would inherit his sister bedroom in their mother’s house so things couldn’t have settled down any better. I proposed Charlotte to be my wife one hot summer morning to which she merrily accepted. We got married at the chapel and later we had a delicious brunch under the willows of the park. That day and the ones that would follow would be memorable.

August, 1875

Charlotte’s contractions were getting more often and she will soon start her labor. We found out she was expecting later that summer which to me was like more wonderful news. I was in the middle of a preparation to help diuresis when someone came to the shop and let me know that my wife was in the operations room. I left Andrew in charge of the shop until I got back and rushed to the hospital taking the carriage; it will get me there faster.

I got to the Derry Public Hospital just in time to hold my wife’s hand and help her with her labor. Although she wasn’t looking so well she was doing an amazing job, showing her braver side, as always. The nurses were extremely careful and gentle; they were coming and going, taking wet cloths and other objects to the room.

After a long struggle Charlotte finally delivered a beautiful baby girl into this world. The doctor cut the cord and put her on my wife’s arms; he turned around and made me to a side to talk privately.

– Congratulations Mr. Gray – the literate man said squeezing my shoulder-. Your daughter is in perfect shape – he made a pause and, with a lower tone of voice added- but I'm afraid your wife is in delicate condition now. She has lost too much blood and she will require an intensive iron treatment to overcome the anemia she might possibly develop.

The doctor gave me a prescription with the steps to follow and a food diet, I thanked him for his advice and went back with my wife that had fallen asleep cuddling our child. The little girl was oddly quiet, she seemed confused and curious yet she was paying attention to her surroundings very carefully. I came closer to take a better look at my tiny wonder and took her little hand with my fingers that she immediately held on to firmly. My heart was pounding inside my chest like a machine out of control, making me sweat almost profusely. Nervousness, excitement and curiosity were a complex mixture, as the ones I was so used to prepare with the only difference that this one was totally out of my knowledge.

Charlotte was indeed exhausted and very pale but I could see the joy sparkling in her face. She made a huge effort to open her eyes which eyelids seemed too heavy. Once she could finally fix her eyes with mine, she grabbed my hand and made me sit next to her. She looked at me in silence for some minutes as if trying to dig up my feelings somehow and figure out what was going on inside my head. Slowly the light in her eyes started to fade away, like a candle about to be completely consumed.

– Promise me you will always look after her, Robert – she pleaded in a whisper.

I nodded bitterly without saying a word knowing that, deep down inside she was, in some way, asking me to do something she wouldn’t be able to do and she just wanted to be sure we would be okay. I stroked her cheek so tenderly that the very contact with her smooth skin made the tips of fingers ache. I hugged them both as if I was trying to protect them from the world and the coldness it owned, but my arms seemed not to be enough. Nothing seemed to be enough to replace the turmoil of divided feelings I was being prey of that very moment so, I did what I was the best at, I began mixing them just to find the balance between happiness and sadness, wholeness and emptiness.

Five years later

Snow was covering Derry like no other time of the year and streets looked like unpolluted highways to heaven. There were some children playing in the front gardens of their houses, some were throwing snowballs at each other and some others were building snowmen. Augustine was having a hard time building her snowman since the snow kept on crumbling or the little branches didn’t stop falling from their holes. I was watching her through the window and her persistence was one of the many reasons of my smile. I grabbed my coat and went outside to help her finish what for her seemed to be a colossal monument. She was almost six years old and her mother and I had the chance to pick a name for her which I will always be totally grateful for.

Christmas was near and I had already bought Augustine her present. Andrew would spend the holiday with us since I started to enjoy my brother’s-in-law company and her niece loved her uncle very much. He became a great help when Charlotte passed away and our daughter was still a baby, he would take care of her while I was working and making the deliveries from time to time.

After Charlotte died I didn’t feel the need to bring another woman to work to the shop and less to start a new relationship, the hollow she left inside me was big enough to be impossible to be filled with somebody else’s presence and the fact was I wouldn’t ever try to replace my wife no matter how alone I could feel. My queen left her throne and I had a princess making her way to occupy it someday and that, for some unexplainable reason, was already a whole challenge that I had gladly accepted the very moment I looked at this little girl into her eyes.

To be continued…

[fortheheavenssake]

PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection - 19

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

122: Nov 23

MM ANON …… “ it’s not Andrew it’s Meeeee!!”…… “suits is a positive act”🤣🤣……… “ life is like a box of chocolates”…… “Doritos here”……… “I’ll cook a turkey dinner”…… Charles Champion……… “ we’ll have to, in the speech??”…… media vita in Monte sumus…… “something borrowed ,someone’s blue”…… “Christmas’Blue Water,Lottie,”…… “Unicorrrrrns”🦄🦄……… “strictly Party Nanny 🥳”……… “ bit of week old thing, hugs!!”…… “ and a large sherry”……… “ a large malt

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 23/2019

💜💜🍰💐🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🐼🎂💐🍰🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Riddle #122 1305 hrs CST

“ it’s not Andrew it’s Meeeee!!”

Madam wants attention OF ANY KIND!!! Not one ounce of compassion for what everyone is experiencing, she is most probably seething that her pulling out an old relative PR move didn’t work. She doesn’t care one whit what else is happening, even in a whose best teeth 🦷contest made up by her PR or paper. In fact, she went as far as calling out PA for behaviours he has not even been charged with!!!! Oh Rachel, you’re playing a very very dangerous game here, you’re dancing with the big boys now!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS THE REAL DEAL, NOT DEAL OR NO DEAL, THE. REAL. DEAL!!!Selfish is as selfish does! ALWAYS A NARCISSIST! Just wait Rachel, your turn at all the headlines is coming sooner than you think!

“suits is a positive act”🤣🤣

This is funny/sad. In the interview Prince Andrew, he told the BBC Emily Maitlis, that for a man, to have sex, is a positive act. Well here MM ANON has given us suits is a positive act, obviously in relation to madam’ ‘acting’ on the tv show Suits. Actually hilarious twisting of his words, because her ‘acting’ ability is horrific at worst and intolerable at best!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 You’re so cheeky MM ANON!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 l must confess l had never heard of that show, but l did try and watch a hallmark movie l think it was, she was terrible, l didn’t last ten minutes! There was a Reitmans tv advert, clothing store here in Canada, and they kept showing this tv commercial and it was so odd. It was an outdoor restaurant and this woman walks in, all the other women stop and stare mumbling softly as she glides through the room, one says to the other, is that… before she can finish the woman turns around and said yes, it’s reitmans and yes it’s me, never giving a name. Every time l saw that it was so weird, l finally figured they were just acting like she was someone. Fast forward a few years, only to find out it was madam😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂. I venture to say, most Canadians seeing that tv advert had NO CLUE who she was😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣!!

“ life is like a box of chocolates”

Believe it or not, l have never seen Forrest Gump? But, l definitely know that line, it means simply thus when you open a box of chocolates, variety box not all the same flavour😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, and you don’t cheat and look at the paper🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, you never know what flavour you will get. So it’s like life, you start each day , not know exactly what will happen. It’s a great metaphor for taking life as it comes.

“Doritos here”

The way this is phrased, reminds me of the guy at baseball games selling popcorn, he yells popcorn here! Get your popcorn here!😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂Doritos are triangular or actually various shaped spicy crisps, often dipped with salsa.Madam’s mother seems to have acquired that nickname online. So mama is coming to the U.K. or is already there for Thanksgiving. Yes, l will believe it when l see it!! Likely not even then because every stinking photograph is PHOTOSHOPPED FUZZY BLACK AND WHITE NONSENSE!!😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤬

“I’ll cook a turkey dinner”

Sounds like madam, the writer and mastermind, and likely receiver of a portion or fee for her service in a certain cookbook. Yes, the master of wine and all things foodie will cook a turkey🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Good luck with that, yes sir, l need a 20 kg bird, how many people you ask, oh just me and archificial, yes he has all his teeth and this year he will slice the 🦃!😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 By the way , do l have great teeth?? 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 l don’t know madam, l just sell the turkeys 🦃😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣!

Charles Champion

Charles has many causes to Champion, however he and a Camilla are due back from their tour, he was in a India, she joined him for Australia and New Zealand. The tour was successful however almost complete overshadowed by events on the home front, politically debates and family issues. He was extremely pleased to share the Princes Trust going global. He really has done extremely well and he is never bragging about it. He’s so quietly gentle, love him.

However, l do believe this refers to the ongoing jostling for power THAT pushed out Lord Geidt several year ago, until HMTQ asked for his return in March of this year. From overseas phone conversations , it was between HMTQ and Prince Charles the decision was made to give Prince Andrew his P45 and all that entails, including stripping him of funds from the privy purse and losing his staff. He has since had his Bahrain trip cancelled, dropped from almost every charity and his patronage’s will be reassigned. So, Charles has championed, when all along he has been and is the heir to the throne. I cannot fathom the brother relationship in such aristocracy. It’s all been done for over a thousand years and much much more than this in history.

“ we’ll have to, in the speech??”

Is the speech being referred to, the speech HMTQ will give at the NATO Banquet she is hosting on December 4/2019? What is the discussion here, certainly there is no need to mention Prince Andrew or his family. I think this is madam, explain why she is not there nor Harry, at this point with stories changing every day, sometimes in the same day l don’t have a clue what’s going on. However l am certain that Harry will be with HMTQ at 🎄Christmas!

Or, is this reference to HMTQ annual Christmas address, in my memory that has never been called a speech but that is semantics, so for all intents and purposes it is a speech where she in seated. She talks about all the things that have happened in the past year. It’s usually about 10 - 15 minutes or so. So if that is what is meant by this clue it sounds like mentioning such if the Royal family issues will require mentioning.

media vita in Monte sumus

Sumus hotel Monteplaya , in Malaga del Mar Spain, is an adults allowed no children please and thank you, meaning lots of sex and playing, drinking 🍹 , 💃 dancing. I know from being in Mexico playa means beach, so it’s probably got some amazing sea views and waters. Madam , did a stint in Argentina at the Embassy, arranged by her uncle, Heaven only knows what she did. However, he allegedly left abruptly with some man to go to Spain. There are many lost years after that. Is she there again? Does she have people there she needs to pay off to keep,them quiet? Any and all things are within the realm of possibilities!

HOWEVER!!

Templar Knights of yore as well as a line from Gregorian chant , “media vita in morte sumus“, meaning “in the midst of life we are in death” its morte NOT Monte. Monte in Latin translates to current English as mountain. So in the midst of life there are mountains to overcome. Sumus translates to we are. So in life we are facing mountains to cross, metaphor for great challenges. Gosh MM ANON,l hope you meant Monte and not Morte, but knowing you as I do, and the fact it’s capitalized, you meant Monte! My goodness, truer words were never spoken because HMTQ has a massive mountain to climb or face now, at this point in her life. Oh my heart aches for her. I was reading that they took down the York flag from Royal Lodge today. This is extremely serious and crushing for all. I hope that they find no evidence. However damage has been swift in coming. Who would have ever thought , at her marvellous Jubilee things would twist and turn as they have, it’s heartbreaking.

“something borrowed ,someone’s blue”

You know the phrase, for a wedding, the bride to have something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. My heart breaks for the York girls as well. Here we have Princess Beatrice, engaged to be married. They were planning a smaller wedding, but how can they cope. Oh my heart breaks for all of them. I just cannot imagine what any of them are going through, it must seem absolutely surreal. For PA, he is assumed innocent until proven guilty but HE GAS NOT BEEN CHARGED with a thing!! The disaster of the tv interview was the fallout due to public backlash. Just a few days ago and now this, l truly do not know how they will manage to carry on with the wedding. Dearie me,my hearts just breaks for them all. Fergie as well, one daughter happily married, the next found love and now, thinking the tv interview was a good idea never imagining the backlash. She must be reeling, am certain she is there with PA.

“Christmas’Blue Water,Lottie,”“Unicorrrrrns”🦄🦄”strictly Party Nanny 🥳”

Are the Cambridges taking a winter holiday somewhere warm and tropical, with wild 🦄unicorns 🦄 roaming the island?🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Clear blue Caribbean water, perhaps Mustique again? Oh THAT sounds great! I have a feeling here that little Prince Charlotte wants every unicorn 🦄 on the planet for Christmas from Santa Claus! The use of the word Strictly, makes me thing of Strictly Come Ballroom, the 💃 dancing show. Since Nanny is Spanish, l am certain she knows the latin dances well and in addition to teaching the children Spanish, she very likely is teaching them dancing too, even if she’s just playing.

If a winter destination holiday on the calendar, this means Nanny comes too, excitement all around.

“ bit of week old thing, hugs!!”“ and a large sherry”“ a large malt

HMTQ and PP are spending time together. I am thinking she is visiting him at his ‘farm’ not him at Windsor because he has been unwell, likely with the flu or chest cold that seems to be making the rounds there. I see them in his room, nice big bed, cozy blankets, he is sitting up, nice warm sweater/jumper on, for some reason l posture it in the finest grey wool. HMTQ seated next to him on the most beautiful chair you have ever seen. Ancient but comfortable in the finest of wood, and beautiful red velvet fabric, a fire crackling in the fireplace. Curtains open, with windows open just a crack fir the tiniest bit of fresh air. Quietness fills the room as they both, after 72 years of marriage, celebrated or rather was this week but nary a celebration to be had. Looking at one another as the past 72 years roll by to taking them to the present dats. Tears in both their eyes. He looks at her and say, but if a week old thing, then says hugs because he isn’t comfortable and doesn’t dare want to give her his cold. A foot man arrives after the cord has been pulled. They ask fir a large sherry for HMTQ and a large Malt for himself. They will toast one another and quietly sharing time together drinking and remembering, also full of the pain of the occurring of the present day. Tears now rolling down both faces………..my heart is truly broken for them…….

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

1510 hrs CST

Thank you so much dear PG! A fascinating read once again. Love your stories….much appreciated! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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123: Nov 25

MM ANON …… a homecoming hiatus …… Top of the Pops👑👑…… “ And when they were only half way up”……… “ it’s going to be a PA tabloid tsunami”…… 🎼”potato,patarto, lets call the whole thing off”🎼……… “just take the bloody photo”……… “a horrified positive Pratt”…… 🎼” iiiiim’putin on my top hat”🎼……… Kate’ “I do everything he dose, only backwards and in six inch heels, and with three children”…… “ I trust in William old thing”…… “Sir!! focus,a century is demanded!”…………… 🎼”pictures of Lily”🎼

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 24/2019 2300 hrs CST Riddle #122

a homecoming hiatus

Prince Charles has been on a long tour whilst the home fire are quite literally burning!! He has three days in the Solomon Islands and give or take a time zone he will be back in London mid week or so. However, he has been involved in the very critical decisions that have been made as has HMTQ and William. When he returns , there will be a readjustment to the new situation but l can’t see any hiatus, or time off, for him at all.

Top of the Pops👑👑

Top of the pops, was and maybe still is, the top pop songs of the week. I read an article that after the Duchy documentary people have grown in their valuation, respect and love for Charles, so much that he is top Royal, that would include Camilla who has been at his side fulfilling her duty to no fault! His decision making now and the documentary, he shall be well ready and the public ready for him to continue to increase his royal duties lessening the load on HMTQ and further preparing him for his future as a King, when the time comes.

“ And when they were only half way up”

The old song The Grand old a Duke of York he had 10,00 men when they were halfway up the hill they came back down again!

MM ANON you are truly in my wheelhouse of knowledge today! THANK YOU!! The Duke of York is PA, he has had everything but his HRH pulled, even his flag no longer flies at Royal Lodge😞. With nary a legal charge, all based on a photo, an accusation and that interview which l am sure he is regretting terribly! I pray for them all!

“ it’s going to be a PA tabloid tsunami”

GM is set to speak openly with law authorities or so it is said in the papers. She has ALL the information on everything AND everybody!! She is close friends with PA, and it has also been said she is very protective of him. In early June, she and four others, unidentified, met at BP with PA for several hours. Contents of meeting unknown but that has not stopped speculation! It has already been a tabloid tsunami for PA AND his family dragged into it! What will happen when Charles is back?, GM spills all she knows and PA speaks with French and American agencies investigating JE? Sounds like lots more to come! Hopefully there will be complete exoneration!

🎼”potato,patarto, lets call the whole thing off”🎼

Another great song this time the AMAZING Gershwin brothers, George music, Ira lyrics, OH MM ANON YOU ARE RIGHT IN MY SWEET SPOT OF FILM AND MUSIC! ENDLESS THANKS!! Anyhow enough of me, rumours are swirling that Beatrice and Edo’s wedding is off. I have not seen or heard ANY confirmation of this, thus far it’s more gossip to hurt our dear Beatrice l oh how my heart aches for all of them!!

“just take the bloody photo”

I wonder if this is the official photo of HMTQ and PP for their 72Nd wedding anniversary which was last week. It certainly deserves a photo!! You can hear PP saying this, just do it already, not wanting hours of poses!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 Love him!💜 This may also be a family photo or the official Christmas photo. Regardless his patience has grown thin!! Take the bloody photo!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

“a horrified positive Pratt”

To a nurse a positive Pratt’s is not good, without going into details it a sign of blood clot to assess for DVT deep vein thrombosis/blood clot , this is not relevant.

Pratt’s is a very old Gentlemen’s club in London. The kind where historically aristocratic wealthy men could go to smoke cigars, drink and generally connect and spend time. This club goes back to the mid 19th century, l am certain all the Royal men are members at least of a certain age. I imagine amongst this set of gentlemen who have likely seen and done it all, from a time where before social media and when the wealthy were free to do anything, times have seriously changed. I am sure they are all horrified at what is happening within the Royal family just now!!

🎼” iiiiim’putin on my top hat” 🎼 Kate’ “I do everything he dose, only backwards and in six inch heels, and with three children”

This was the saying about MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, their films are legendary, dance sequences unparalleled! Bar none! Fool the Fleet, Top Hat, just the epitome! She always said or was it said about her , Fred was amazing dancer/hoofer slang word but it was/is always said Ginger did everything Fred did except backwards and in heels! So who was the better dancer eh? One of Irving Berlin’s most classic songs, LOVE THESE FILMS WHEN MOVIES WERE MOVIES, THE GOLDEN AGE OF HOLLYWOOD 💜💜💜💜. Top Hat, Stepping out……tying up my tie, brushing off my tail, l am COMPELLED TO PUT A LINK IN BECAUSE IF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU MUST!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZOJoV6H2UM

Anyhow this is par excellence reference to the yin and yang that is the beautiful dance that is the relationship of William and Catherine. They have become seamless, classics, seeing float through any and all appearances and appointments despite what’s happening in the background AND having three children!!! With strong personalities!! Louis has such a strong presence as a baby to earn the title boss baby , will be a joy watching him grow up! I can hardly wait for the NATO banquet to see them in them at their finest! They are the future of the Monarchy, absolutely no doubt at all!

“ I trust in William old thing”

William, if the papers are to be believed has been involved and in strongly so in the decisions regarding P45 with PA! He has been slowly becoming more and more into the role which he was born to be. It sounds like there is official support for him to continue and increase his presence in any and all major decision making. They are blessed to have him, as are we all!!! I think back to his meeting with HRC a week or so ago, l would LOVE to have been a fly on the wall!!

HMTQ and PP , having their usual time together, things much more urgent and distressing now, but PP soundly saying that William is a sound, modern and the future of where the ever changing monarchy shall be heading.With William as King , the next century is secured! He is above reproach, solid marriage partner who is beloved and children who are more popular especially given their strong personalities!

“ Sir!! focus,a century is demanded!”

As we all know, a century is 100 years. I wonder if this is ia s discussion , PP is 98, and has been at HMTQ side for longer than she has reigned, 72 years as of last week. In this conversation, LG speaking with PP , PC and PW, discussing the issues of the next century when William will be King, the long term ramifications of decisions made now. There is so much political talk from a certain political party to abolish the Monarchy. Critically important decisions made now, bode well public favour, which greatly helps in keeping the monarchy valued and solidly protected. Again with William to reign as King in the 21st century, with Catherine at his side, the modern monarchy is in excellent hands, above reproach and beloved by the public!

🎼”pictures of Lily”🎼

Oh dearie me thus is a very naughty song, l shall say no more, look it up if you want. HMTQ pet name is Lilibet, but this is NOT ABOUT HER!!! I wonder and strongly suggest this is reference to madam and photos/videos of a very distasteful raunchy nature. Oh please, release the hounds, so to speak, let it all out!!!! The world needs to know the truth!!!

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Thank you….I love your added details. What fun! Thank you dear PG😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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124: Nov 25

MM ANON ………lay a place for Vlad?…… lovers knot hiding …… Kate ,Melania & Ivanka shine …… nutmeg crashes posh-nosh?…… “ it’s just impeachy’Donald” ……… “ no chance Ma’am”……… “Hows the Dook?”…… “a special Yuletide for a million reasons ,ma’am”…… legalities,Banalities,Calamities …… “2020, I’m an optimist Christopher”…… “less is more, ma’am”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 25/2019 Riddle #123 1000hrs CST

lay a place for Vlad?

The term, lay a place, is when one sets a table for dinner, you lay a place. Vlad, l am certain is Vladamir Putin, the Russian leader. The NATO leadership will be meeting in London, this is from the official press release, all along l thought the NATO banquet was a December 4/2019 read this “The United Kingdom will host NATO Heads of State and Government in London, on 3-4 December 2019.The NATO Leaders Meeting, chaired by the NATO Secretary General, will take place at the Grove Hotel, Hertfordshire on 4 December 2019. An evening event at Buckingham Palace will take place on 3 December 2019, for which there will be a separate process for media access.

I am not certain if the press had got it wrong or l have had it wrong for quite some time now. Russia is not a NATO member. However back in 2002 they were part of a Russia-NATO council, however that was dissolved when Ukraine was invaded. Is Vladimir Putin going to be in London, meeting with HMTQ, surely not attending any NATO gatherings.

This clue certainly is giving the strong idea that he may be invited to the banquet. My understanding is Russia has wanted the dissolution of NATO however, maybe there are negotiations behind the scenes?? Extremely interesting times we are living in!

lovers knot hiding

Catherine has worn the Lovers Knot Tiara on a number of formal occasions l what does this mean hiding? Where is the tiara?? Is it being refurbished? What tiara shall Catherine wear to the banquet in that case?

I read about that massive billion euro jewel robbery in Germany l think. Oh dearie me, where is the Lovers Knot?

HA HA HA HA I LOVE YOU MM ANON SO SO CHEEKY!!

This is a pair of lovers not/no longer hiding. Madam and MA are well known for years and l have no doubt whatsoever he is the father of archficial, the real one! Oh God please, LET THIS INFORMATION BECOME PUBLIC!!!!

Kate ,Melania & Ivanka shine

Obviously the three women are stunningly beautiful, dressed to the nines, this l and many others are looking forward to at the banquet!

nutmeg crashes posh-nosh?

Oh goodness what is madam getting up to now. Posh meets upper class, nosh means eat/drink. Will she crash the NATO banquet???? Great balls of fire, the world is going completely mad and tilting off of its axis!

“ it’s just impeachy’Donald”

There are impeachment hearings going on in America. The House of Representatives has been interviewing a wide number of people, there will have to be a vote . If there is a vote to impeach it then passes to the Senate. Anyhow, this is a twist on the phrase things are just peachy, meaning everything is sweet in life, going very well, no major problems. President Trump has a lot of heavy stuff going on at home, as he comes to London for the NATO meetings and banquet. It seems that many many people in important positions are under attack, it’s extremely concerning. As a Christian, l read Revelations and it feels like we are at Biblical proportions of world crises. However, l am certain, he will rise above, attend the meetings and of course the NATO Banquet hosted by HMTQ. He does quite respect her, very very much.

“ no chance Ma’am”

I think this is a reassurance that madam will not be allowed to crash the NATO Banquet or any such royal events, I HOPE!!

“Hows the Dook?”

The urban dictionary has a definition for dook , “an individual who is not in his senses and is responding back with non sense and doesn’t make any sense” Is this referring to PP or PA, not the urban dictionary meaning, l mean the clue. Madam took to signing Instagram posts or others things regarding her husband as ‘ The Duke’. Herself is ALWAYS HRH! So is someone enquiring how Harry is?

Or God forbid, is PP that ill?? A number of possibilities here.

“a special Yuletide for a million reasons ,ma’am”legalities,Banalities,Calamities, “2020, I’m an optimist Christopher” “less is more, ma’am”

This is very long drawn out conversation between a very weary Monarch and her most trusted and loyal Chief Lord, Lord Christopher Geidt. They are talking about the years events and her annual address to the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth .LG is reassuring HMTQ that this will be a very special Christmas for a million reasons hmmmmm. Million eh? Who is getting a million? Sounds like madam will be dealt with before Christmas! I know l have said that a number of times, l can only interpret the riddle before me, as it stands.

As HMTQ prepares her annual Christmas message, she touches on the events of the past year. 2019 has thus far presented a multitude of legal issues, pending ones and possibly unknown to the public ones. Madams lawsuit against the DM, Harry’s lawsuit against SPLASH for using drones to photograph the house in the Cotswolds, Harry current lawsuit against the media. PA issues.

Banalities😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, so lacking in originality as to be obvious and boring. Who does this sound like? Endless drone of PR LIES. On and on and on and on, just copies everything. Madam has never had an original thought, idea or facial expression. Banal is the absolute perfect word MM ANON, bang on perfect word to describe madam!

Calamities, well definitely in the Commonwealth there have been mass shooting, violence, weather and political calamities. However on the home front, madam has caused complete disaster since before the day of unhappy people and continues to. PP has been ill, and is aging, out of public life.

But the calamity raging now is PA and all that has happened in the days since the interview. Heaven knows what is yet to come. I hope to God madam gets death with, and begins to face justice and out of their world!!

HMTQ, clearly has her eye on 2020 , and is certain it will be much better than 2019, love the way she says it, it just shows the closeness of their long standing trusting relationship. His final advice is, less is more, how true is that eh? Often we go into great elaborative detail(OH DEAR I AM 100% DESCRIBING MYSELF!!), when less information is better then dumping it all onto someone. When someone says hello how are you, they don’t expect an hour of response, although, yet again, with me, yep, you get the full hour, just ask 🐼🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂. So her message to us will be filtered as she deems appropriate.

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Wonderful! Thank you so much dear PG! Entertaining as always!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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125: Nov 26

MM ANON … “ it’s a Mozzi bite …… wed-ding-a-ling …… “my advice ‘ have it in Italy”’…… “ She’s crippled with shame”……… “I saw her with archificial yesterday in Waitrose,“ …… “from Windsor to Winnipeg”. ……… Andy, Charles and Clarence ,……”thanksgiving ‘ darling she went back to LA”…… “ but ,but, but the SOOOOOOPKITCHEN!!! “…… spin ,grin and a bottle of gin…… 🎼”I’m dreaming of a ( WOC) Christmas “🎼……… “Sandringham old thing, fuck the election”. …… “ ones duty first Philip”……… “ don’t mention him”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 26/2019

Riddle #124

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“it’s a Mozzi bite …wed-ding-a-ling “

Princess Beatrice is engaged to marry Edo Mozzi Mapelli, son of the Count from Italy. They have known one another for years, the families have as well. They connected at Princess Eugenie’s wedding and have been together since, a whirlwind romance leading to engagement. Gorgeous engagement photos and ring, photos taken by Eugenie in Italy. A mozza bite, is a cheese canapé often served at parties/ weddings.A ding-a-ling makes me think of a very silly song that has very sexual,double entendre. I don’t think that’s fitting here, l think hits referencing wedding bells. So to bite the bullet, take the plunge etc is to make a tough decision, are you in or out? So are the rumours true? Is Edo biting the bullet and no wedding 🔔 bells? Despite the fact is he loves her so much, his son to consider, as well as his families aristocratic status. OR the opposite, he loves her so deeply, his son is apparently, despite his young and tender age is already receiving Royal,training, will bite the bullet, take the plunge and damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead with the wedding. We all know Beatrice was not and did not want a massive royal wedding, according to the papers and friends who have spoken. I really do hope and pray love reigns and wedding 👰🏽 bells 🔔will ding-a-ling🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“my advice ‘ have it in Italy”’“ She’s crippled with shame”

Sounding like discussion between the York’s and those involved with the wedding planning along with Edo and his family. There is so much massive, double positive l recognize my grammar, but l meant it that way!, negative publicity and just publicity of everything the York girls walking makes the papers. The papers l read all had to say Beatrice wore no makeup Edo’s birthday party because she would cry. WHO CARES. Why do that to her?

It really sounds like both girls are devastated but especially since Beatrice is engaged and was written to strongly encourage PA to do the interview, that was in the paper a few days, and Fergie also. Then oh sorry we shall switch it up now, forget the sorry, the papers then say they were both against the interview. I cannot imagine what Beatrice especially is going through. This is meant to be the happiest time in her life. It just crushing and my heart aches for all of them. It sounds like the wedding is very much on, love shall prevail with now exploring the idea of having the wedding in Italy. I know her mum really wanted the wedding in England, however circumstances have changed. Concerns may be about PA leaving England, l would seek legal counsel, because for some reason they are after him more than anyone else.

“I saw her with archficial yesterday in Waitrose,“

Yes, and l saw a Elvis in my backyard with a sasquatch😂😂😂😂🤣🤣. Yet another PR BS story. Trust me, if madam was seen grocery shopping, which she likely never done, with a rubber doll seated in the trolley, there would be a zillion cameras phone photos on every social media platform that exists!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣

“from Windsor to Winnipeg”.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, ALL WELCOME HERE FOR CHRISTMAS 🎄 PLENTY OF ROOM IN MY INN. THERE IS NO WAY, NO WAY SHE IS COMIG HERE! OMG! NO. WAY NO HOW NO NO. NO NO NO. NO NO NO NO NO 🤣😂😂🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🥴🥴🥴🥴🤕🤕🤕🤕🤒🤒🤒🤒😮😮😮😮😮😮😧😧😧😧🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬NO NO NO . Am l expressing myself clearly??🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣🤣

Andy, Charles and Clarence

Charles and Andrew will have a one to one very heated meeting at Clarence House, where the Duke and a Duchess reside and also have their official offices. PC has been on an extended tour, India, New Zealand, Australia, Tuvalu, Solomon Islands, due to return home today. There were volcanic eruptions of things happening on the home front whilst they were away and he had to discuss and make decisions very likely through FaceTime or something similar. He will have a meeting with PA and l am very certain it will be a heated exchange. Will be interesting, if as rumoured, the decision to strip his HRH status, all with no charges. We shall we observers if PC first major incident other than madam in his heir to the monarch status even higher now as HMTQ has handed so much over to him and PW.

“thanksgiving ‘ darling she went back to LA”…… “ but ,but, but the SOOOOOOPKITCHEN!!! “

Will they, won’t they, will she, won’t she on and on and on. Gossip says she has all sorts of meetings set up in L.A. , l 110% believe her exit is very VERY imminent! She is planning for her life after divorce/annulment. So rumours of them going for Thanksgiving, now is it only madam going for six weeks or so? So what about staying in the England and her PR off working in the soup kitchen near Windsor on Thanksgiving day??? Her PR lies, intertwined with all the lies madam has allegedly told all like the old fashioned Christmas lights, you put them away neatly and somehow when you next want to do the tree it takes hours to untangle the lights with a few bad words uttered🤣🤣🤣😂. The young ones her have no idea, trees all prelit now. She has no clue what is awaiting her. The case built by LG and his team,,intel from PT, more intel,from iiiii, at or during the NATO summit, perhaps we shall see worldwide ramifications. By the way, l,took this from MM ANON, that Lady Kinrannoch so brilliantly decoded, iiiii is The Five Eyes of security/intel!

spin ,grin and a bottle of gin

Fergie has red hair, or is a Ginger. She is a full gorgeous ginger freckles and all. So bottle of gin, play on her ginger status and likely having a few G and T’s to chill. There has been soooooooo much PR and newspapers spin on did she no she didn’t, for DAYS about her pushing “my boy” PA to do the interview, then the press or PR changed it to no she didn’t. She has stayed smiling and waving, keeping a positive public face so as to not give the media more fodder, as in the articles repeating over and over that Princess Beatrice wire no makeup to Edo’s party! WHO CARES ABOUT MAKEUP! Steady on Fergie!!

🎼”I’m dreaming of a ( WOC) Christmas “🎼

One of my favourite Christmas films, Bing Crosby singing, l’m dreaming of a white Christmas. MM ANON has a WOC Christmas, women/woman of colour. So is the new PR spin that madam will have Christmas with OW,GK, MO,etc etc etc oh my.my, my, my or will she return to her sisters in SA?

“Sandringham old thing, fuck the election”. …… “ ones duty first Philip” “ don’t mention him”

Thank you MM ANON FOR THIS💜

HMTQ and PP, who by the way is feeling much better and stronger, are sitting together, needing there very much earned alone time. She is her tweed skirt and a lowliest soft grey velvety vest, and silver turtle neck of softest cashmere. PP dressed, smartly but very cozily, he has on the lovelies softest dark grey slippers. Grey is such a beautiful colours in many tones. Television is on low, news of the day, which switches to Strictly, they enjoy the dancing 💃, speaking of the dancing they have done in different places and times. The Ghillies Ball at Balmoral a favourite. Tonight he is having his favourite Boddingtins 🍺 and HMTQ, of course gin and DuBonnet, 🍸.

The election that is nearing May result in parliament sitting over Christmas 🎄. Depending what happens, if new Pm elected HMTQ will have to deliver the speech written by that individual. If that it the care the ceremonial nature will be drastically pared down, as in, no carriage procession, the ceremony inside parliament etc. However, the problem here is this means HMTQ will not have her usual Christmas break at Sandringham as usual. It’s all very disruptive when things are already so skewed.

Well, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂, you do not have to ask who said the first line🤣🤣😂. HMTQ harkens back to her duty, which she has lived up to every second of her a Reign and is not about to drop the ball now!

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Wonderful dear PG……she isn’t going to Winnipeg…..I think another royal is….as they do from time to time….love your stories, such fun! Thank you, so appreciate this!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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126: Nov 27

MM ANON … Archificial carves the Turkey …… Megan BURNS the gravy……Frogmore or LESS… ” Harry PULLS a CRACKER”… Dorito’ where is Dorito??…… An-drew the short straw… Con-sort it out Charles … swimmingly!!🦄🦎 …… “ the general public would lap it up your Highness” …… “ little stars”……… 🎼four and twenty Black-Birds🎼…… “Frozen film party at KP”…… “Darling I’ll cook, how many?”…… “14, no problem!!”…… “a ten pounder”…… “Kate’s cooking old thing”…… “another drink Philip?”… “wait till Christmas Eve !!”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 27/2019 1120 hrs CST Riddle # 125

Archficial carves the Turkey …… Megan BURNS the gravy

Hey MM ANON, l made this exact comment a few days ago🤣🤣😂😂. Yes according to scooby, baby Archie is being weaned at the ripe old age of 25 , doesn’t quite have all his teeth became share denture with madam🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂but his knife skills are unrivalled! Yes, running a blog, where absolutely every single word, idea, photo etc etc etc is lifted, ‘borrowed’ some might say copied, theft,or plagiarism. Aah potato, potahto, same thing all really.

Megan, NOT Meghan, who is Megan burns? I know Megan Burns is an actress, 28 days film anyone seen that? Not my wheelhouse but some like zombies or stuff like that. Give me Fred and Ginger! However, l doubt this is a typo but who really know so, l am going with that. I am certain wherever she is, she is up to something! And likely the idea is lifted🤣��😂😂. However, oooooooooohhhhhh, if Catherine wears the emerald tiara at the NATO BANQUET, THE ENTIRE WORLD WILL HEAR A BANSHEE SCREEECHING SO SHRILLY WINDOWS WILL SHATTER! Madam demanded this for the day of the gathering of unhappy people and HMTQ drew the line there and refused! She will be on fire she will be so mad! In fact, l think just being on holiday/rest time/contained time/ oops did l say that?😮😮😮😮😮🤐🤐🤐🤐. Wherever she is, she has pulled out the last relative card out of the back bottom shelf of her very dark closet. I am sure she is on fire with rage not knowing where Harry is or what he is doing and imagining who he is doing it with😁😁😁😁.

PC has returned, he is now at a new level of strength and confidence in decision making, look at the decisions regarding PA! Imagine, just imagine when her time comes, which l do hope and pray the NATO meeting is the last piece of the puzzle!

Money is sometimes referred to as gravy, especially if it’s an extra amount or a lottery like unexpected . I used to work with a guy who LOVED working holidays, he called them “piece of work gravy shifts” l KID YOU NOT!! Because you got time and a half for working that day and then a whole paid day off in addition. To burn the money literally means spending so much so fast it’s literally smoking. So Megan assuming MM ANON means madam is burning the the gravy, she’s spending money like mad or has done.We know SS and all her PR must have cost her a king’s ransom.

Frogmore or LESS…

Frogmore Cottage was officially designated as the Sussexes official residence and allegedly millions of pounds were spent putting in a yoga room with floating floor, baby room, a Doritos room, soundproofing, the garden etc etc etc. Who knows what really was done. We do know they have never lived there and the long litany of celebrities that says they have visited them there and seen/fed/played with archficial are either clients of SS, backers, or both, or untruthfullish. Madam likely thought she was getting Frogmore House😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 . So here is LESS upper case, confirms for me, that FAR LESS MONEY AND FAR FAR FAR LESS WORK was done in terms of remodelling and refurbishing has been done that what PR has said. There has been no visible major changes to the garden, according to locals, who also say the lights are never on, no cars coming and going. The only signs of life were when the builders were there. Were they even working? Or was that for show as well??

” Harry PULLS a CRACKER”…

We always have crackers at Christmas, somehow, whenever l try to pull mine, mine never snap or making that cracking sound🤣🤣😫😫, hence why they are called crackers. We all wear the silly hats, read the jokes and lucky numbers and fight over who got the best silly toy. In fact l ordered the box yesterday! I ordered really pretty ones with old fashioned almost Victorian looking Santa Claus and other pictures on the outside quite lovely. In America, the word cracker has a whole entirely different meaning, it’s a racist White person, l don’t think this is MM ANON’s meaning. To pull can literally mean pull or tug however, it can mean being lucky romantically or more😚wink wink. Sooooo what has Harry been doing to rest and recover from his two year tour l’d duty! Maybe he got the best toy and hat in his cracker😁😁😁😁😁😁 I shall not speculate any further! LOVE YOU HARRY💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Dorito’ where is Dorito??

Where in the world is Carmen SAN Diego🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣 , kids tv show, along with where is Waldo? Doria has been christened online informally as Dorito. She has been completely off the radar, where is she? Custody?, OW. Witless, oops l meant🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂Witness Protection? Who knows! She sure is not the ever loving supportive “AMAZING”, the word Harry was compelled to say in the official engagement interview. Where is she??? She has an ‘assistant’ to walk her dog apparently unless she too gave her dog(s) away?

An-drew the short straw

When you draw straws, the one with the shortest straw gets to do or rather has to do the task no one wanted to do. So what will Anne have to do? Does this involve seating at the NATO Banquet? What what what does our Anne have the unlucky fortune of having to do?

Con-sort it out Charles

Now that Prince Charles has returned from his extended overseas trip, he has decided to spend first a few days with PP. l think this is very wise to seek the counsel of his father who kept the family in line, as it were, or handled delicate situations that needed handling, PP is not King, he is Consort. Oddly though when Charles or William become Kings, their wives become Queen. So Charles is earnestly and wisely seeking his father countenance, wisdom,advice and support in this terribly difficult time. Excellent decision Sir!

swimmingly!!🦄 🦎

When things are going swimmingly, it means they are going really well. Now the other day, Saturday riddle, l thought the riddle was meaning a winter holiday but blue water was apparently a shopping mall, thanks to a kind anon who commented! Are the children doing well in school? Are they taking swimming lessons and doing well? Are they preparing for a warm holiday after Christmas? Or all of the above? I am excitedly awaiting the Christmas photos of them all, especially little Louis to see how he has grown. Did l ever tell that was my dad’s name too??

“ the general public would lap it up your Highness”“ little stars”

Are the Cambridge children going to do a little video for us for Christmas? Yes yes, and yes please! Little stars as in fame but maybe dressed as little stars in panto. Maybe the school Christmas pageant!!!

🎼four and twenty Black-Birds🎼

Six a song if sixpence, very old children’s rhyme, second rhyme MM ANON has referenced. I am singing 🎤 now🤣🤣🤣😂😂 This is a recitation eh? Baking live birds, when l look back on the lyrics of so called children stories or nursery rhymes from ages ago they often are truly dark and dreary. I hate black birds, like magpies, l am sure you all remember my magpie story l told in a riddle awhile back. Blackbirds are EXTREMELY LOUD! aggressive, eat others birds eggs, babies and even kill ear other birds. So 24 of them,yikes, they swoop at your head to. I think 24 is significant, another clue in this riddle says Just wait till CHRISTMAS EVE!! Upper case two !! Now yes Christ’s birth and church on Christmas Eve is the reason for the season, however something MUCH MUCH SIGNIFICANT TO CURRENT ISSUES, OF COURSE CHRIST IS THE MOST IMPORTANT is either going to happen on the 24 th OR be celebrated!!!! I truly am salivating!!!

“Frozen film party at KP”

Sleepover 2.0 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Oh may l come too? I wonder if it’s Frozen 2? The new sequel l mean. This sounds awesome and loud and fun and giggly and everything that is wonderful about a four year old girl!and her friends!!!

“Darling I’ll cook, how many?”…… “14, no problem!!”…… “a ten pounder”…… “

William and Catherine discussing Christmas. The plan had been for them to alternate families each Christmas, doesn’t mean it cannot be Boxing Day. So Catherine knows not just for photo, having lovely children, being a loving wife and mother, looking gorgeous in any and all situations and garb, loyalty, being above reproach etc etc but she is an awesome cook. We even had a pasta recipe of hers here a few weeks ago. So sounds like she is cooking and it will be turkey. The entire Middleton clan adds up to 12, unless you add HMTQ and PP, HARRY. That makes 15. Possibilities, l shall not speculate on.This will prove a very lovely group indeed and absolutely rock solid confidential!!!! THIS HERE. THIS EXCITES ME TO NO END!!!

“Kate’s cooking old thing”…… “another drink Philip?”… “wait till Christmas Eve !!”

PP and HMTQ discussing the Christmas arrangements. No talks of politics intervening in this conversation. It’s rainy, chilly, the fire needs topping up as do they both. The footman arrives almost as the cord is pulled. Refills? He already had them, another Boddingtin 🍺 for himself and gin and DuBonnet 🍸 for HMTQ. Today, she chose a lovely purple sweater, skirt with a lovely purple woven through, he in evening relax dressed and those lovely grey slippers. 72 Christmases married🎄, that’s amazing! They sound pleased as they discuss Catherine cooking the main meal, they will be so glad to see the grandchildren. I wonder shall Catherine cook at Windsor as it would be ever so convenient, church in the forenoon and back home walk or drive after. HMTQ takes the drive, someone usually goes along. Did PP attend last year? I cannot recall, l do recall the last time he attended he walked the walk, so l think it must have been the year before. As they sip on their cocktails, discussing positive plans and things today. Things to look forward too. Things will very soon be done with and madam will be dealt with and out of their life and onto to L.A. or someplace else, who knows. In yesterday’s riddle, the word SOOOOOOP KITCHEN WAS used. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Six zeroes. Is she being paid a million or more, because we do not have a number before the zeroes, unless the upper case S means 5, five, let’s go with that for a minute. Is she being paid five million dollars/pounds/euros for something by someone or is she being led to believe that she is? Something big is going on thoughFOR SURE!!!

Wait till CHRISTMAS EVE!!. All caps, two !! Something big and exciting, besides Santa coming that night of course, is going to be happening! I surely do wonder what that will be!!

That was a beast of a riddle MM ANON

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Thank you dear PG! I so love your additional storytelling…makes it so much fun! You are greatly appreciated, you lovely ladies…PG and MM Anon!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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127: Nov 28

MM ANON ……… pencil thin 👀…… 👧👦🏼👶🎡🎢🎠……… maple, leaf it alone ……… 🛩who knows?……… “one has responsibilities Charles”……… “ six weeks’ and they can’t show the bloody baby.”…… “flown out , bloody good job!!”……… send up the menu!! …… very secure ma’am!! ……… all those SS chappies…… “ I hear she’s quiet the English Rose” ……… “ if only!!”……… “good stock, don’t cha’ know”…… DEEP and CRISP and IVAN…… He’ll stop their extravagant travel. ……… “ charades ,old thing”. …” pass the parcel,Philip!!

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November 28/2019 Riddle #126

🦃🦃HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO OUR AMERICAN FRIENDS 🦃🦃

1400hrs CST

pencil thin 👀

We do know our Catherine has always been athletic and lithe, but comments are more and more , how thin she has become, this phrase, pencil thin,goes way back to my childhood when people still used pencils🤣🤣🤣😂😂. Who is voicing this comment and should we be concerned. I hate Diana comparisons. Everyone copes with stresses differently however l wouldn’t howl from the rooftops just yet. She’s fine, ore than, stunning, gorgeous, excellent mother, partner and working Royal. She just spent a couple of days working in the maternity. I know she gets terribly ill in her first trimester with each child. Sometimes women get ‘baby fever’. My niece is a maternity nurse,they thought they were done their family with the boys they had. Well baby fever rolled in and thank God it did because they have the sweetest girl God ever made, l love that child more than my own life!

👧👦🏼👶🎡🎢🎠

This looks fun, the Cambridge children at an exposition as we call them in Canada or expo for short. Others call them fairs or amusement parks. Will this be the Christmas video gift we will get to see? Or are they planning a winter holiday? I cannot fathom them at Disney WORKD or Universal, the security would be impossible unless they shut it down for them, but where’s the fun in that? Quite frankly, l enjoyed the video of the riding their bikes. I love seeing them do the ordinary things every child should be able to do.its marvellous, they are a wonderful family. We are so blessed!!

maple, leaf it alone

Oh I most certainly hope this means that no trash blows into our fair country from points east. This surely is a word play, maple, leaf it alone maple leave it alone. The Maple leaf is right centre on our Canadian flag 🇨🇦. Leave the idea of moving to Canada alone, despite MA being Canadian. With madams history and the iiiii, even with our CSIS recent crises, l doubt once that, once she is done with being Royal, she will be anywhere near Canada. Will the issue with the CSIS head of intelligence being charged be discussed officially at the NATO meeting? I am absolutely certain it has been greatly discussed at length by all the Five Eyes member as well as NATO intelligence overall.

🛩who knows?

As much as we know, rather make that we know very little about where she or Harry are, yet madam was reportedly seen a week or more ago at a small airport taking a private jet out of Oxfordshire, destinations unknown, current point unknown, to us, but MI6 will be all over her like a bad rash, she just doesn’t know it. I highly doubt, wherever they are, that they are together.

“one has responsibilities Charles”“ six weeks’ and they can’t show the bloody baby.”

PC , upon his return has been spending a few days at Wood Farm with PP. l am quite certain seeking his counsel as well as spending time together. Voicing continued frustration that in six weeks baby archficial has made nary an appearance during what was meant to be relaxing unscheduled free time, therefore no obstacle at all from baby archficial visiting. Except for a few pesky things, he’s a doll, she was never pregnant, it’s not Harry’s child and the surrogate wants the baby whoever the donors were, all allegedly of course!

Speaking of HMTQ and PC duty, the Firm comes first. Decisions regarding PA had to be made to protect the Firm. Wise counsel as ever from father to som , from Consort and partner of a Queen to the King in waiting who is having evermore responsibilities sent his way.

“flown out , bloody good job!!”send up the menu!! Very secure ma’am!!

I believe madam has been in custody of a sort this entire time, rehab, psychiatric, or both. LG arrives with information that she has been escorted out of the country, or intelligence have facts that reflect she has flown out of the country and that the intel is solid, he says very secure ma’am, meaning the information is secure, madam is secured or both and it’s reason for celebration. Order up a great dinner and some 🍸.LG had arrived with information, while HMTQ and PP have been talking, reassuring HMTQ, that she, is well secured, the information is well secured and the family is well secured. LG will join for dinner, or cocktail at the very least.

all those SS chappies

Each and every SS has been ordered to leave the country and lost their best client from whom they would never get fully paid anyhow! I wonder if, and how many, American, international and U.K. law get broken with PR, if any, l don’t know. However, l do know treason law, and it seems nobody bothered to check laws in a country with a Monarchy. It could well be that a plethora of actions undertaken may just bring about a world of legal trouble for the SS chappies as they are called here. I don’t know, l am voicing questions, perhaps there is a British legal mind reading this that might know.

“ I hear she’s quiet the English Rose”

“ if only!!”……… “good stock, don’t cha’ know”

Can l really say what l think? I believe strongly that Harry has found someone. Now is she a quiet rose, like speaks softly, or quite a rose, as in very English, pretty, English manners and understanding of aristocracy and Royalty. Are we to think that is where he has been spending his time? If this is the case, it sounds like they cannot yet , obviously, be officially a couple, but she is English and comes from a very good family! Oh this is exciting!

DEEP and CRISP and IVAN…… He’ll stop their extravagant travel.

When you deep fry or bake something you want it deep, crisp and even. Here we have deep, crisp and Ivan. IVAN is an obvious Russian name and reference Deep, May be deep cover, as is spies or law enforcement going deep under cover infiltration of an organization or country for intelligence gathering. Is there talk of the Madam and MA seeking refuge with Vlad? We have had several mention of Putin in the last few riddles. Yes, if you are a citizen of Russia you do or not do only what he wants done or done to. Burns can be deep and crisp. Cold can be deep. Russia has some of the coldest places on the planet. There are many who ponder who she really is, her missing years, her connections and who she is allegedly really working for. This NATO summit may result in intel shared and information released that may just be earth shattering and life changing for some!

Has madam found instead of pale, male and stale, a nice oligarch to fund her lifestyle? She is far too old, used up, and Russia is full of beautiful women to choose from. However she does possess an alleged skill set that some enjoy and most have never heard of , allegedly.

“ charades ,old thing”. …” pass the parcel,Philip!!

Sandringham Christmas, for the Royal family, has four certain things, family goes to church, family dinner, gag gifts and wickedly competitive games of charades. HMTQ and PP talking abut and very much looking forward to it. Appears they are wrapping Christmas gifts as the talk.

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Sorry for lack of stories today kids, headache, but l wanted to at least give the riddle a go

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Nothing gets in your way dear PG! No matter what, you always tell great stories and add so much to the riddles! Thank you for doing this, so appreciated! Sounding wonderful!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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128: Nov 29

MM ANON …… 🎼 build it up with wood and clay🎼 ……… a crown script …… Harry’s rapid response …… the wrong side of the tunnel ……… “give time,time old boy”……… “ if it was Good enough for HM”……… tagged ,bad, and dangerous to know ……… look ,listen and learn ……… black fry-day……”nowhere as secluded as Sandringham”……… “she’s a beauty mate, breath of fresh air”

First of all my prayers and sympathy for the terrible losses today, the act of a madman. Extreme gratitude to the brave members of the public who went well into harms way to keep others safe. Gratitude to the armed police response and all the police officers, emergency personnel, the trauma team that was choppers onto the scene and every first responder. My prayers for all the secondary victims, the witnesses, the people whose memories are triggered by this’d senseless violence. 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 29/2019 1845 hrs CST RIDDLE #127

🎼 build it up with wood and clay🎼

This is a line from the classic children’s song, London Bridge is falling down. As I said in my opening, ‘twas a horrific act by a madman. I do trust the Terrorism Unit will investigate and see if this was a lone wolf, or part of a cell. Many ISIS and other prisoners have been released as their sentences served. This may just be a message of what to come in the Holy part of the year December, for a variety of faiths. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

a crown script

The television show The Crown airs on Netflix. I have never seen it. Reports and comments say there are quite the liberties taken with the truth. The current actor portraying HMTQ is Olivia Colman, academy award winner last year, is not doing as good a job as a Claire Foy, the previous actor.l read about things but don’t have the patience to watch. Apparently she plays HMTQ angrily’ , is what l have read. However, l do believe what isn’t known about HMTQ is and would far more complex and interesting than any television show.

Script is the writing for the speaking part of a play, film, tv show etc. Script can be a manner of writing, the font, is there some new engraving being added to the crown? I read the crackers for Christmas, HMTQ has bespoke ones for each family, some have gold crowns and some silver, l do believe there are inscriptions on each, hence crown script!

Harry’s rapid response

Was Harry involved in today’s event? Did he rush in to help? Or help a by-stander. Prince Harry was an Apache pilot and worked in Intelligence whilst serving in Afghanistan. I just wonder if he was helpful in any manner today. With Invictus, he and all the members this will possibly trigger, potentially bad episodes of their PTSD. I truly wonder if Harry has taken action in that regard to help out those triggered by this horrible event.

the wrong side of the tunnel

Because everything above was shut down, so was the tube, making the tunnel unusable. I wonder if some of the victims came out of the same side of the tunnel, before it was shut down and just happened to be bystanders in the situation. Kind of like , no exactly like being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“give time,time old boy”

PP has been ill, and very likely frustrated, he is being encouraged to give it time, to recover and feel better.Or is this PP saying this to PC who l think is still with him, l am bot certain of THST, just an idea.

“ if it was Good enough for HM”

Boy this reminds me of madam wanting air freshener in the Chapel at Windsor for her wedding. She was probably smelling her own sulfur! Is this, l cannot believe l am going to say this, but is this about the NATO banquet and the jewel the women will wear, l am thinking madam, wanting some specific and being given plain or something she didn’t want to wear and then the line was said, if it was Good enough for HM. Stop screaming at me! I know, breathe, l know there is NO WAY on this earth madam will be at this banquet, however with her one just does not know what a wild cat will do!

tagged ,bad, and dangerous to know

The killer on the bridge today that the public wrestled down after he stabbed many, two died, was an Islamic terrorist wearing an electronic monitoring tag. A bad bad man, now no longer among us! Yet there are many many many more! We all need to be vigilant! Bravo to those brave individuals today!!!

look ,listen and learn

This applies to each of us, a basic life lesson. Law enforcement in London was repeatedly saying today, if you see anything suspicious call them. Look, Listen, and Learn is also a trained learning of audio-visual correspondence, basically videos with sound,ie voicemail, FaceTime, Skype, text, imessage, etc etc as opposed to other embeddings, like plans for bombs hidden inside of a painting, a lot of ultra secret manners to embed data. requiring labeled intelligence. Is this the manner of monitoring of madam and other persons of interest? Is this how incriminating information was obtained allegedly by individuals at the SewHoe Farm? And other SewHoe places?

black fry-day

Today is Black Friday, started in America the day following their Thanksgiving, the first day officially to Christmas shop with sales galore. It has gone global! It’s madness, queuing up at 0300 to buy a tv!! Here we have black fry- day, what’s being fried? Or who?

Fry can means destroy and one wears black when in mourning. Both are directly a result of the horror that happened in London today. Lives lost, families destroyed, people traumatized and retraumatized. This was definitely one black Friday!

“nowhere as secluded as Sandringham”“she’s a beauty mate, breath of fresh air”

We have had several clues in succession on what l believe this to be. I do believe Harry has found someone during this horror time with madam. It would explain her rages when she cannot find him, putting out the PR that he was missing and his family was worried sick. We have not Harry for awhile. Next l believe will be NATO greeting and then the NATO banquet on December 3/2019. Sounds like Sandringham may be a nice secluded place for them to spend time together. And just as yesterday’s riddle said, this speaker is also giving a ringing endorse,ent if her!

Kids this was an extremely challenging riddle. I seem to be losing my abilities to interpret them. This is my best go. I hope at least some of it is helpful. It truly is me giving 110% effort.

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Thank you dear PG….your hard work is always appreciated….🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Parentdale - - - for plotting ref!

So Lyndsy’s soiree has be thinking about the Havensdale parents a lot and I’d love to plot out some connections with them!! Below’s a list of all my viable parents and their backstories in a compact summary for reference (feel free to message me about connections etc and what it’ll mean for our actual characters!):

Havensdale Natives (they grew up here so high school etc connections like!!)

Karen McReid (single, fc; stana katic) - you know her already! The aunt of Ruby & Carrie, mom of Danny. She was super serious in high school, like ‘class president’ material also with a bit of a wild side but her sis Krystal was the Wild OneTM. Had the weight of the world on her shoulders ALL the time. Eventually dated Daniel Moore (Jenny’s uncle) in high school. Now a businesswomen and all around pillar of the community but keeps an arms length from being too involved in town shenanigans.

Veronica Evans (single) - this is Erica and Rose’s mom! She’s very lovely, a friendly neighbour with a messy ex that no one really knows the real story of (except a select few including neighbours the Wilsons). Close with McReids & Wilsons. Had a lot of friends in high school but lost touch with them when she was married. Is still trying to regain Power over her life and have fun again with friends. Doesn’t date but might want to. Help her.

Chuck and Claire Cooper (married, fc; paul rudd and leslie mann) - the Cooper’s! Christian’s parents and Cam/Callie’s aunt and uncle. Chuck is a teacher at Havens High and Claire owns local baker ‘Claire’s Cakes’. Chuck Cooper was the Ricky Beaumont of his time, total party animal, messy flirt, always up for shots. He’s a bop! Claire is the one who keeps them together, a responsible, very embarrassing mom (they’re both embarrassing tbh). They were BFF since childhood but didn’t get togetherTM until well after high school. ▣ (x)

Victoria Harvelle (married, fc; america ferrera) - Jess’ mom and absolute #dramaQUEEN. She grew up in Havensdale and got the hell out as soon as she turned 18. She’s an ex soap opera star, glamazon and simply #dying over having to be back in Havensdale all these years. Thinks she’s better than everyone - always did. D-I-V-A. Fake friends only probably. Knows her husband is cheating on her. Will not discuss his love child Lua Harvelle thanks bye. Was compelled by Jess to think they’d sent her away for her bad behaviour but tbh won’t bring her up either.

Mitchell and Lacy Morrison (married, fc; alexis denisof and charisma carpenter) - the Morrison parents! Mitch is an absolute dork with really cool socks who owns ‘Morrison Records’. Honestly just...a soft, nerdy Dad who loves his wife more than anything. Lacy is the Bad GirlTM and always was (definitely in love with this nerd all her life tbh). She’s very cool which makes up for how uncool Mitch is. Remember, non-magical people think Mark woke up from his ‘coma’ recently and magicals know he was brought back from the dead. They deserve a nice night, basically.

Aaron and Marie Fairchild (widowed, deceased) - Charlene’s mom/Rachel’s uncle and aunt. Marie died when Charlene was young and Aaron is always on the road for work. Marie was thee Cool MomTM and very involved. They both would have had a TON of friends until Marie died and Aaron became distant. Needless to say, neither are here tonight.

Lyndsy McArthur and Andrew Moore (re-married - fc; , deceased - fc; jason bateman) - Jenny’s parents! We all know Lyndsy of ‘Lyndsy’s café’. She’s an absolute sweetheart with a right hook to match. Another piller of the community TBH, need I say more? The same goes for Andrew who died when Jenny was little (he was a fireman). These two were high school sweethearts, 100% the cutest couple, probably prom king and queen. Lyndsy’s now married to Derek McArthur if y’all remember!

Felicity Montgomery (married, fc; madchen amick) - #icequeen! In high school though she was a punky rebel with a giant attitude problem. Her and Ethan McArthur were also #that couple - don’t remind her. (x)

Maryse Anderson (married) - Effy & Lana’s mom, god help her. Very judgy, very straight laced and god fearin’ - she’s also super involved with the town’s events etc. Probably causes drama at every PTA meeting. Probably has beef with every other parent in town. BIG SECRET: her husband is in jail.

Larry Manning (married, fc; will smith) - Tyler’s dad. Owner of family pub/restaurant ‘The Silver Fox’ and a town treasure. Basically everyone’s dad, always looking out for you and can fix pretty much anything. He’s a settled down, very chill, married man and father. Was literally THE COOLEST guy in high school though, ask anyone!

Fred Porter (married) - the Porter dad! Can you believe there was an original Greg? ‘Cause Fred was breaking hearts, jaws, his own fists and making 1000 mistakes per minute long before his second son was even a thought. He got his act together! He’s a very hard working dad with good, family values who only wants the best for his family. Is so hard on Greg because he sees so much of himself in him tbh. His wife was 100% his saving grace, he loves her so much.

Mr and Mrs Jennings (married) - Isaiah’s parents! Mr Jennings is a member of one of Havensdale founding families so they’re SUPER involved in the town. They’re very fancy, have a big ole house, love to take trips but are friendly with everyone. They’re only snobby on accident. Mr Jennings is very serious and is waiting for Isaiah to stop his nonsense and join the family business. Mrs Jennings is way funner.

Not *from* Havensdale but live here now!!

William ‘Bill’ Tyler (technically, legally still married, fc; mark ruffalo) - Hailie’s dad. He own’s ‘Bill’s Tech Store’ which is a computer store so he’ll fix your WiFi etc. A grumpy loner type with an absolute heart of gold. Everyone who was around at the time knows his wife Grace Laurel Tyler left him and Hailie years ago (her dramatic return is still lowkey on the D.L right now though). Loves his daughter SO MUCH, is stressed to his eyeballs about her having.......a boyfriend. ▣ Was dating Sarah Palmer before she died (Juliette's mom) and honestly, me and Kayleigh figured this out today and I'm still crying.

Joseph Montgomery (married, fc; matthew mcconaughey) - Mr Montgomery! He’s lived here with Felicity since before Elena was born (22+ years). He’s a business man with political ties and always wears a suit. A big ole charmer that you literally can’t help but like!

Mrs Porter - info to follow on Greg, Simon and Annie’s mom but lbr...she’ll be an angel!!!

Penelope ‘Penny’ Manning (married, fc; salma hayek) - Tyler’s mom. The Mannings moved to Havensdale 17+ years ago! Penny’s a high flyer, works in fashion, always has her hands-free in, slightly aloof and very scary when she’s on the phone dealing with a problem. The BossTM. Absolute goals. Loves her son and doesn’t mean to be so absent. Friends with everyone but she never has time.

Joseph Salvatore (married, fc; jared padalecki) - Joey and Keith’s dad (and maybe more). He’s lived in Havensdale full time aroundabout when Keith was born (ISH). Before this, he was a legit rockstar. He toured, he did the whole sex, drugs, drink and rock ‘n roll thing. Now he’s a real pillar of the community, owns the gym, is very involved with the town - which made the arrival of his Secret Son Joey such a SCANDAL. He’s still recovering.

Charles Harvelle (married, MIA, fc; david tennant) - No one has noticed yet or caused a scene about it but Mr Harvelle is currently missing.... Details will follow, for now his wife just believes he’s on another business trip AKA having an affair with his secretary. A mess at being a father and husband. RIP. Has lived in Havensdale aroundabout 18 yrs with his wife and Jess.

Mr & Mrs Thomson (married) - Tessa’s parents. They’re both hunters who’ve been on the road for most of their lives (saving people, hunting things, the family business). Just a fab couple! A supportive, dorky dad and a badass yet super sweet mom. They’re v likable and have been in town for a fair few months now.

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Can’t Wait (Pt. 2)

Requested: [Y]/N - “Can I get a FP Jones imagine ... and if you want add a part where they’re both raising their kid? Please” + 6 requests for Part 2.

Summary: She’s been pregnant, her boyfriend has been in prison, her family was on the outs, what was she supposed to do? Have her baby and make the family she wants to be in, that’s what.

Pairings: FP Jones x Andrews!Reader

Words: 2751

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy (ADULT PREGNANCY. NONE OF YOU TEENAGE HOOLIGANS), I feel like children aren’t a warning but warning there’s a kid in this one (and I think she’s fucking cute)

A/N: This took so much longer than I thought it would, again. And of course, it wound up being a lot longer than I originally intended. And, super lowkey, if anyone wants, I’d be interested in writing a blurb or two with the kid being a teenager or something, but y’all gotta show interest (sorry, not sorry)

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale (CW) or any of its characters.

Part 1 => Part 2

“Well,” Y/N looked down and rubbed the small bump of her protruding stomach, “looks like daddy is coming home. I know he’s just gonna flip when he hears the news. But it’s okay, baby girl, he’s not going anywhere, soon we’ll all be together and I can’t wait.”

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Jughead and Betty were working on the bar being set up for FP’s retirement party. Y/N doubted with her whole heart that he was giving this up. The serpents? They were his family, his legacy.

Y/N was sat in her trailer, not really wanting to get up and do anything. It was the first time she’d really been on her own. When there was no brother running around for her to keep her eye on and no dad to worry about, she found she really had a lot of free time.

Free time gave her a lot of time to think.

She was pregnant with FP’s kid, yes. But she hadn’t really thought past that. As of last night, he was going to be in jail, for a while to say the least. But now he was coming home.

Where was home exactly?

Originally it had been her dad’s house, with her brother and her dad and Vegas. Then it was FP’s trailer with him on the occasions she was able to sneak away for hours at a time so she could just lie around with him. Now it appeared to be her practically empty trailer with her unborn daughter.

How was she supposed to split a kid between three different homes?

Well, two now I guess… she thought back to how her dad hadn’t fought her once on moving out. How he hadn’t even been home when she was packing all of her stuff.

Regardless, she didn’t think about the living situation.

It’s why she’d gotten her own trailer, it wasn’t fair to just assume that once her dad kicked her out that she could just immediately move in where she felt at home.

Jughead still lived in his dad’s trailer, and as far as Y/N knew he was going to continue to do so, even with FP coming back.

I can’t just expect him to move in here either, that’s his trailer originally.

Having all these thoughts attack her reminded her why she never let herself have free time before.

She called Toni.

“What’s up girl?”

“I need help decorating my place…” Y/N whined.

Toni laughed, “Alright, I’ll be over soon and we can do some stuff.”

“My Savior.”

Y/N loved Toni like the little sister she never had. The pink haired girl was the first person Y/N told about her love affair with FP last year.

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“C’mon, Y/N, you’re here all the time. You have to be coming here for someone.”

“How do you know I’m not here for you?” Y/N smirked and winked.

Toni laughed, “Well for one, I’m underage and I know that isn’t your type.”

The two laughed. There was an eight year age difference between you and your brother’s age group, but Y/N always felt like Toni was mature enough to handle being actual friends with a 24-year-old.

“But seriously- you come in for one beer, wait like ten minutes, then disappear into the back…” Toni trailed off, but you didn’t dare fill in those blanks for her.

It wasn’t illegal by any means, but both Y/N and FP had understood how wrong the relationship would look in the eyes of the public. A 48-year-old man and a girl half his age, not exactly front page news, but in a small town like Riverdale they might as well be mass murders.

“What’s your point, Topaz?”

“I’m just trying to say if you’re...I don’t know, hooking up with someone, maybe you shed a little light on the scenario for you’re good friend Toni Topaz.”

Just as she finished speaking, you saw FP descend the stairs, scanning the room, and wander into the back. But not before making eye contact with you first and nodding his head to follow him.

“Maybe someday, Topaz,” She rose from her bar stool and handed her empty beer glass to her friend with a smirk, “but not today..”

She followed FP to the backroom where they had originally found the shred of privacy that began their relationship.

Toni didn’t find out that night but she did find out a few weeks later when Y/N was panicking about it all.

She’d come directly as Toni’s shift started, knowing FP wouldn’t be there for at least a couple hours.

“Hey, Y/N, I never see you here this early.”

“Yeah, well, I’m in the mood to drink and possibly ‘shed a little light’?” She mocked her friend’s comment from before.

Toni threw the rag down on the bar, served the girl a beer and positioned herself to listen.

Y/N went into detail about how she had known this guy basically her entire life, he always took care of her, and never questioned why she got into the shit she got into.

“It’s like growing up with the person who does everything for you and when you grow up you just kind of...idolize them, unintentionally.” She explained. “Idolize is the wrong word- no, I guess it’s not. I saw him as this super-person who just knew everything I needed and took care of it without hesitation.”

“Sounds like a keeper. Why haven’t I met him?”

Y/N scratched the back of her neck and dodged the question.

“The problem is, now that we’re together...we’re not really together.”

“I….don't get it. Like friends with benefits?”

“Kinda, but with more feelings. It’s more like we’re in a whole relationship, we just weren’t meant to be together so we can’t actually have the whole shebang.”

“Shebang?”

“I stand by what I said.” Y/N took a sip of her beer.

“Okay, so you’re together- but it’s like a forbidden romance sort of thing so while you’re together you can never truly be fully together.”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, Y/N/N. Can I ask who it is?” She hesitated, now getting the full sense of the relationship’s vibe.

Y/N pounded down the rest of her beer and passed the glass back to Toni.

“It’s FP,” She muttered.

Toni dropped that glass, shattered it.

***

Y/N was web browsing baby furniture while waiting for Toni.

Maybe it wouldn’t be all bad like she thought. Maybe there’d be some good times.

No. There will be some good times, she asserted.

She’s having a baby, regardless of her relationship with FP, she’s still having his baby. And having a baby brings so many good things, that she’s only mildly panicking about the bad ones.

Before she can go into a full on panic that her baby has the mild chance of being born with some incurable disease, there’s a knock on her door.

“Alright, so I know it’s kind of old fashioned but what if we just went to a baby store in Greendale or something and looked around,” Toni suggested as she walked through the door.

Y/N let out a watery laugh, screw pregnancy hormones.

Toni noticed and saw the tears forming in her friend’s eyes, “Or not, we can online shop from the comfort of your trailer too.”

Y/N laughed again before sniffling, “No, we should go to some baby store, I like that idea.”

“Then why are you crying?” Toni tried to joke.

“Because I was sending myself into a panic and then you showed up and saved me and I’m just remembering how often you do that for me. I appreciate you so much,” Tears were freely flowing down her face now and Toni walked over to hug her.

“Okay, I appreciate you too, hon. Now let’s get to baby shoppin’.”

***

The whole day was eaten up by Y/N and Toni just window shopping through the baby sections of so many different stores they lost count.

“We should probably head back soon, the party at the Wyrm…”

“Oh shit! FP!” Y/N made a mad dash for the car, Toni chasing after her.

“What? That’s where we’re going, right?”

“Yeah, but when we were talking on the phone he said he’d come to my trailer as soon as he got to the Southside, and it’s not like I could’ve texted him that I was going out baby shopping with you, so…” Y/N panted as they came to a stop, a little out of breath from running to the car.

“So he might be wondering where you are?”

“Yeah, and I think we both know how fun a worried FP is.”

Toni laughed, “Yeah, that’s fair, I’ll text Jughead just in case they already got them.”

They drove back to town, the radio humming along.

“Okay, Jughead said don’t worry... Alice Cooper took them to lunch?” Toni said, questioning it already.

“Alice Cooper. Like Southside enemy number one Alice Cooper? FP’s old flame, that Alice Cooper?”

“Old flame?” Toni tried to stifle a giggle.

“Yes, I’m old people, I use old-timey lingo.”

“You’re 25,” her friend reasoned.

“Okay, but that’s still older than you.”

“Sure, but to answer your question: yes. That Alice Cooper.”

“K.” Y/N tried not to hold any hard feelings, but it was hard when she knew what the two used to be to each other.

***

Y/N drove the two straight to the Wyrm, Toni letting Jughead know they went there instead of the trailer.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Toni said.

“Me too, why would it be something? Just because they were in love in high school and still constantly flirt to this day even though they were both married and had kids, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Y/N didn’t like to acknowledge FP’s marriage considering it was technically still in place.

“Well, as long as you’re not hyper-focusing on it or anything…” Toni said sarcastically, earning herself a punch in the arm.

Walking into the bar it was mostly all decorated but to her surprise, Archie was there with Veronica setting up the remaining decorations.

“Archie?” He flipped around.

“Y/N!”

Dropping down off the ladder, he ran over to his sister and engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug.

“I was hoping you’d show up here.”

“Yeah? Is that how you got roped into decorating?” She laughed.

“Nah, while I don’t completely get you and FP, he’s still Jug’s dad and- y’know, he’s been around our entire lives. I figured I could at least help set up his retirement party.”

The two talked while Archie hung streamers, Veronica popping over.

“I know it’s kind of rude, but can I ask how far along you are?” She wondered hesitantly.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just about 4 months along.”

“Oh, that’s so exciting! Are you having a shower?”

Y/N knew Veronica helped Betty set up Polly’s baby shower, but she didn’t want her brother’s girlfriend’s pity.

“Yeah, I might with some of the serpent girls…”

“Oh yay!”

They talked for a bit while the teens continued to decorate, but soon enough people were showing up for the party.

***

The moment she’d been waiting for.

Y/N was sitting at the bar, talking to Toni when the bar erupted in cheers. Tall Boy’s voice carrying the farthest.

“The man of the hour, ladies and gents, FP Jones!”

Everything seemed to slow down. She turned on her stool and found his face in the crowd.

She’d seen him regularly throughout his time, keeping him updated on the appointments, but he still seemed older and more worn down. She expected nothing less though, he went to prison. It wasn’t like he was going to come out the other side unscathed. But it was still hard to know the man she loved went through this suffering relatively alone.

He was smiling at the crowd surrounding him, talking to his friends when he spotted her. The grin he had on grew into a genuine smile that looked it might just break his face.

Tears sprung out of her eyes as she hopped off the bar stool and ran towards him.

Arms thrown around each other, they clung to each other. As if the other would disappear if they let go for even a second. She felt alone in that moment; as if everyone in the bar ceased to exist beyond her and FP.

Archie watched his sister erupt into tears and launch herself at the man she loved. He knew his dad would never see them like this, clinging to each other, the love they have pulling them together. He still can’t say he understands it, but seeing how happy his sister was and how right she felt in this life, he knew he didn’t have to understand it. Because it wasn’t for him, it was for them.

***

“FP’s been arrested,” Y/N told Jughead at the front door.

Laughter could be heard from within the trailer.

“No! Daddy, you can’t leave, you’re in jail!” A small voice whined from down the hall.

Jughead laughed as he followed her inside. FP wandered down the hall.

“Jug, my boy!”

Little footsteps thundered down the hall, “Juggy!”

“Hey, Barbie!” Jughead kneeled to embrace his 5-year-old half-sister, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her up into the air.

The little girl’s laughter filled the room, bringing smiles to the three adults faces.

It took a while for Jughead to come around to the idea of Y/N and his dad, simply because, like Fred, it was two people he’d known his entire life and it felt like a sort of betrayal. But, like Archie, Jughead saw how happy the two were together and how right they felt together, and he couldn’t be the one to break it up. Despite Archie’s best efforts, Fred still can’t accept the couple, but he doesn’t voice his thoughts in exchange for getting to watch his granddaughter grow up. It’s not exactly where Y/N thought she’d be at 30, but she’s pretty happy with what she’s got.

“As I was saying before, it appears FP can’t go with you on your trip because he’s been arrested.”

“Oh yeah?” Jughead looked to his right to face the girl on his hip who was now pointedly looking away from him.

“Now he can’t go and you can’t too because daddy’s not going so you can’t go either,” the young girl announced, positive she’d found a solution.

Jughead looked back to the couple with a mischevious look on his face, then said in all seriousness, “Well it looks like we’re gonna have to have a prison break then.”

“I’ll call Toni and the other Serpents,” Y/N played along, running off to pretend to find her phone.

“Alright, dad, you should probably hit the road, the cops are gonna be looking all over for you.”

“On it.” FP dashed to the back of the trailer, following Y/N and leaving his kids alone.

Jughead set his sister down, “Alright, Dahlia, you get the most important job, you need to run into your room and pack a bunch of your clothes.”

“Why?”

“Why? Well obviously if dad and I are going on the run we have to bring you and your mom.”

“Really?!”

“Of course! We’re Jones’! We’ve got to stick together, otherwise, who would we have?”

Dahlia ran back to her room in the trailer and found her backpack already packed, a card that said surprise on it was sitting on her bed next to the luggage.

FP and Jughead had a tradition of driving up the coast each year. After they did it the day after FP was released from prison, they just kept doing it, using it as a time for them to reconnect.

Considering Dahlia wasn’t born yet for the first trip, and she was just a baby for the others, it didn’t really affect the plans. She was confused as to why dad was gone, but he was back before she knew it and she never remembered, so it wasn’t a problem. But this year when the father and son started making plans, the younger girl was having none of it. Since then the three adults have been secretly planning the trip, this year including plans for the mother and daughter to come along.

Running back out to the front room of the trailer, Dahlia found her family with their light luggage for the small trip.

“C’mon baby girl, you know I’m not going anywhere without you,” FP stuck his hand out for his daughter to grab on to, ready to lead her to the car. “Are you ready?”

She gripped his fingers in hers and beamed at her father, “I can’t wait.”

[tomxpayne]

some day, one day | self para.

WHO: Tom Payne. MENTIONS: Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Tiny mention(s) of; Andrew Lincoln, Norman Reedus, Katie Cassidy & Demi Lovato. WHEN: February 1st, 2020. WHERE: At one of the local bars. WARNING: Just some “light” cursing.

In a quiet night like it was tonight, the bar was definitely not the option you would find Tom to be at. He would have come home late from work, have a nice, relaxing bath and after that, he would relax in bed with Demi and their pets, maybe watch a movie or talk until after midnight, get carried away with words, memories, future plans. Tonight was not that kind of a night though. The man left work earlier than usual, leaving Lili to take care of a couple of things and close the store and he went straight to the nearest bar. It was definitely one of the nights he rarely had but definitely needed. When he walked inside it was not very busy, there were a few people there and it was decent quiet, which he liked.  The man made his ordered and when it arrived, before taking a sip he played a little with the glass on his hands, after the first sip his mind went into the future, started making different kind of thoughts. And that was the moment a familiar voice interrupted it. ➖ “Holy shit now that is someone I was not expecting to see here.”           Tom’s eyes looked up with a smirk on his lips, happy to hear the familiar voice and seen Jeffrey joining him at the bar. “I know, right? I ain’t that lame after all” the man joked with a soft chuckle before taking another sip from his drink, noticing that without even nodding the bartender had brought one for Jeffrey as well. “I see you come here often” he commented with a raised brow. “Nah,” Jeffrey said taking off his leather jacket. “I just made clear once that the moment I walk in, everyone does their job correctly” he simply explained to him and Tom nodded, not needing more information from the other man.      ➖”So, what the fuck are you doing here?” Jeffrey asked. Tom frowned a bit. Why wasn’t he home? Thinking that kind of stuff with the peace and quiet of his nice bed? He sighed before started speaking. “I have a dilemma,” he told him and Jeffrey chuckled. “Welcome to the fucking club, man” he commented with the familiar, devilish smirk on his lips. “I--” he paused not sure why he was so worried to talk openly about that. He knew Jeffrey for years and the two of them had shared a lot of things in their lives. He tilted his head on the side before taking a breath and just let it all out; “I want to propose to Demi” ➖ “Holy fuck” Jeffrey immediately replied without second thoughts. “Excuse my fucking French but Tommie boy, you are not even in a fucking relationship, what the fuck are you thinking?” he asked confused trying to understand what was going on inside his head that night. Tom sighed, he was expecting that reaction, that was the same reaction his little voice was keep saying inside his head. “Don’t you think I already know that?” Tom asked before finishing his drink and ordering another one. “I know that” he added.                             “I’ve known Demi for years, she was the first person I ever trusted after what happened between me and Jennifer” as rare as it was to talk about his past, it felt so good doing that now, maybe it was the alcohol on his system or maybe it was the need of talking to a good friend. For his own surprise though, Jeffrey was carefully listening, not interrupting, not making small, silly comments about the whole situation. So, that encouraged him more to continue. “I tried so many things since my engagement was canceled” he shrugged. “I was so lost in the beginning so I thought to change. I moved miles away from home, I changed my lifestyle and yes, I was sleeping with everything that was moving” he chuckled and so did Jeffrey. “It was not just a phase though. I liked being free but at the same time I was with someone while I was not, you know?” Jeffrey nodded positively. “It started as friends with benefits with Demi and I only wanted that because I truly believed and still believe she deserves something better than a vegan hippy who sleeps around with every female and male in town” he continued. “But I truly love her” he said while looking at Jeffrey now. “I do” he added. “She is the only one who can bright my day when everything goes shitty” he explained.  ➖ “But you are too scared” Jeffrey added and Tom nodded positively. “I am” he said. “I don’t know how she feels, I can’t just walk back home and be like, hey i want you to be my wife, shit like that don’t work like that” he sighed. “And this is why we start from the relationship” Jeffrey teased a little, trying to light up the mood a little bit. “Yeah” Tom agreed with a nod. “But it feels more than a relationship to me, you know?” he asked and Jeffrey nodded knowing the feeling all too well. “Love. It fucking sucks man” Jeffrey commented and Tom chuckled. “Tell me about it” he shook his head. ➖ “Your situation will be fine though. Now how the fuck do you fully commit to someone when you are too fucking scared for the commitment itself?” Jeffrey asked out of the blue and Tom looked at him like he was seen a ghost.                       “Are you thinking of proposing to Katie?” he asked. “No.” Jeffrey boldly replied. “Well,” he shrugged. “...No” he said again before finishing his drink.  ➖“Yeah you are” Tom commented not able to hide the smile on his lips. “Tom, no.” he said. “Ah, duh! Yes you are” Tom continued trying to make him say it out loud. “Okay fine, you fucking win, you fucking weirdo vegan Jesus” he joked with a chuckle and Tom laughed. “You cursed the shit out of me so it’s true!” he commented.               ➖ “What is holding you back”? Tom asked curiously. Maybe if he listened to Jeffrey’s story it would help him make a decision as well. Or well, not being that confused. Jeffrey sighed. “How do you marry someone without the whole marrying thing being involved?” he asked him and before he got the chance to reply, Jeffrey continued; “I was the complete opposite than you and Demi. I didn’t want someone just for my pleasure, I had that anytime I wanted to. We were friends with Katie before but the fucking spark man. That fucking awful shitty thing that is called spark. She got my attention since day one. She never was like the other women I’ve met. Never scared to take risks, fucking fearless, a badass, a woman who can stand by herself and gives no shit for other’s opinion” ➖ “You really needed a woman like that in your life” he commented with a shrug knowing that Jeffrey agreed with that. “If I ever left Katie on the alter she would have haunted the shit out of me until she found me and cut my balls off” both men laughed with that comment but also both of them knew it was the truth.  “People have a lot to say and they can think whatever the fuck they want but I’m not scared of the commitment, I have that. We have a family, she has my kids plus two adoptive daughters, she accepts and loves me for whatever the fucking reason she does it but...You know me damn well, Tom. My reactions...” He paused taking a sip from his new drink and Tom made a gesture with his hand, asking him to stop there. “You haven’t had that for so long though and yes I know what you are going to say that it’s possible to happen but like you said, you already have the commitment and you’ve been great, sometimes you could be an ass but you are making progress. Where the fuck is the Jeffrey who would have been like, nope fuck that and jump already on the next chick ruining everything?” Tom asked and Jeffrey laughed “Thank you for reminding me how much of an ass I was in the past...things I had” he joked while shaking his head. “But I know what you mean” Jeffrey nodded.              “We both are very confused and that is totally acceptable” Tom commented. “I am afraid of the rejection and Demi’s feelings towards me and also if I’m moving too fast and you are afraid...well, of yourself but both of us need to work on those things” he continued. “All I know is that you are happy and I haven’t seen you like that for a long, long time. Like, truly happy. You are not the same man I met and that is so beautiful, Jeffrey” the other man smiled. “Yeah” he agreed. “I haven’t felt like that since....Oh damn,” he chuckled. “I want to say since I met Hilarie but I left her at the alter so...” ➖ “Stop” Tom chuckled gently slapping his arm. “Stop point yourself as the big bad wolf, the awful guy that hurts people, you are not that person and yeah, you did that but it was for the best” Jeffrey looked at him a bit confused. “I know it sounds awful but it would never work out with you and Hilarie. Maybe it would have turned worse, you don’t know” ➖ “ She was pregnant, Tom” Jeffrey sighed. “And you didn’t know. Stop being harsh to yourself, stop telling Katie that I was bad once so that’s my destiny. It’s fucking not” He didn’t know what got into him but those were things that Jeffrey should have to think about it over and over again and put it inside his head and Tom was there to help him and he hoped that Jeffrey’s attitude would change and stop pointing himself as the bad guy.  “All I want to say is that it was ages ago, you changed, you grew up and you should focus on the future. For Katie, your kids and for your own sake as well” he ended his sentence there and shrugged taking the last sip from his drink.         “Is it my fucking turn to give you a wake-up call” Jeffrey joked but appreciating the honesty that Tom showed to him. Not many had the balls to do it. “Yeah I guess” Tom joked.  ➖ “Okay good,” Jeffrey said. “You are afraid of yourself too” Jeffrey threw that sentence to him and Tom looked at him confused but before he got the chance to speak, Jeffrey continued. “You are scared that your future, maybe, engagement will fail”  ➖  “That’s--” Tom trailed off but the other man continued. “Those are the thoughts of holding you back not your fear of Demi not feeling the same fucking thing, for fuck sake’s she melts every time you enter the room,” he told her and noticed Tom had a serious yet confused look on his face. “You know it’s true” Jeffrey added.  ➖  “I’m more afraid of ruining everything than myself” he confessed. “I’m scared of losing, Demi. In general” he said feeling good that he finally said it out loud. “But you fucking won’t” Jeffrey replied. “Even if it’s not a say yes to the fucking dress, she would want to be with you” he continued. “Tom, man, she has the fucking spark I have when I look at Katie” he couldn’t believe he was using terms like that, but it was the only way to throw some sense into his head.  ➖ “And you’re telling me that you haven’t changed” Tom commented shaking his head, there was a smile on his lips that couldn’t be hidden. “How did we end up like this?” Tom asked with a chuckle. “I thought we had bigger balls” he commented and Jeffrey laughed. “When it comes to love, the balls fucking disappear, you become so fragile and so many feels are hitting you, you want to do the right thing but in your fucking head you think you are doing the opposite and mess things up.” “Tell me about it” Tom nodded.  “So...What the fuck we are gonna do now?” Jeffrey asked and the two men looked at each other. “Pay the bill, go to the nearest hotel so we won’t bother our housemates and wake up the next day with an awful headache, drink some black coffee, go back to our homes and...man up?” He asked while looking at him. “Sounds good” Jeffrey agreed. “I would try to text Katie but can’t see shit” he said. “Wait ➖ “ Tom said pulling out his phone and texting her himself letting her know they are together and not in a situation to go home. “Done,” Tom said after pressing send.  ➖  “How the fuck you see what you’re typing?” the man chuckled. “Ain’t that drunk...yet” Tom laughed.  “So...” Jeffrey sighed before continuing. “That was some real talk” he added. “Yeah, it hit the feels not gonna lie” he confessed.  ➖  “Fucking same” Jeffrey agreed with a nod.  “Wish Norman and Andrew were here, they would be so proud” Tom giggled.  “Or make fun of us”  ➖  “Nah” Tom replied. “They would be proud” Tom said again. “How the fuck do you know that?” Jeffrey asked. ➖ “ Because they would know tomorrow big decisions will be made. And that we won’t see shit with the same view and eyes”.

[the-zodiacs-written-in-the-stars]

Writer’s Month; Day 15 - First Time

Four years prior to Written in the Stars, Mike meets Matt’s family for the first time - and he’s a nervous wreck!

~*~

Summer 2014: Meet the Family

(Prompt: First Time)

Mike was a nervous wreck. Melanie found it honestly kind of fun to watch. He had been pacing the apartment for about two hours now. Or at least that was what Rick had said when he had called her to come over because he couldn't deal with this nonsense anymore. He had better things to do – like a date with the cute girl he had met the other week. Second date and apparently he was already head over heels for this Lizzy girl. That was cute. Cuter than Mike's pacing, that was for sure.

“What's the big deal, little brother?”, asked Melanie pointedly.

“Mattie invited me to go to Cathedral City with him”, muttered Mike distressed.

“Okay... And... what's so huge about that? Is it your first weekend get-away as a couple?”, asked Mel a bit confused. “You've been dating for what, three months?”

“Yes but also no. Cathedral City is where Mattie was born. It's where his family lives”, explained Mike distressed. “He wants to take me to the reservation. To meet his family.”

“Oh. That serious already, huh?”, asked Mel surprised. “Wow. Yeah, I'd go crazy too.”

“...Thanks. Really helpful”, muttered Mike with a glare. “What do I do?”

“You... get his mom flowers and his dad whiskey, you're polite, you do small-talk, you continue looking at Matt like he hung the sun and moon and then you'll be fine”, assured Mel with a fond smile. “Come on, you're absolutely smitten with him and they'll see it.”

“But what... what if I'm not good enough for their son?”, asked Mike worried.

Mel frowned thoughtfully. “Well, I guess then you have to leave the city and never come back.  - Oh, come on, I'm just kidding. Wow. You're really worried. You'll be fine. I know it.”

“But it's not just a dinner. We're staying the weekend so if they don't like me, it will be super awkward all weekend. Or oh god what if they think I'm just after Mattie's money?”

“Ah yes. You look like the regular gold-digger”, agreed Mel solemnly. “Mikey. Calm down. Take a deep breath. Think about this thoroughly and think about how much he loves you. He wouldn't let his family dig in on you either. He'd defend you. And if he doesn't? Then, honestly, he's not the right man for you anyway. Because... you are an amazing man, Michael.”

“You're really good at mom-ing”, muttered Mike with a small smile, hugging his sister.

“I've momed you long enough, I'd think so”, grinned Mel, clinging onto him. “You'll be fine. And if you aren't, you call me, I'll drive out to Cathedral City and pick you up, okay?”

“Okay”, mumbled Mike, nodding against Mel's neck. “Thank you, you're the best.”

~*~

“...You went overboard, amore”, noted Matt with his eyebrows raised.

He regarded Mike, who was carrying a giant stuffed unicorn under one arm, a huge flower-bouquet in one hand and a bottle of expensive whiskey in the other. Matt shook his head amused.

“I just... want to make a good... first impression?”, offered Mike with a helpless shrug. “It's the first time I'm meeting your parents. And meeting the parents for the first time is... awful.”

“Awful?”, echoed Matt while the two got into Matt's car.

“Yeah. My high school sweetheart and I... meeting his family was not great”, muttered Mike.

“Tell me more about it”, prompted Matt. “We have a long ride ahead of us.”

“Okay”, groaned Mike. “So, Tony, he was... the most popular guy at my school? And he was from a rich upperclass kinda family? I was super awkward as a teen, I mean I was a jock – captain of the football team. Uh. Actual football, not that American nonsense.”

“You say that kind of stuff at home and uncle Andy may just kick you out”, warned Matt.

“Wait. Uncle? There are going to be more people?”, asked Mike distressed.

“Huh? Yeah? My parents and sister, my grandparents since they live together, but after they heard that I have a cute boyfriend I'm bringing over, my aunt and her family decided they'll come over for dinner too”, replied Matt with a shrug. “It's okay. It's just aunt Tammy, uncle Andy and my cousins Pippa and Tolly. You're going to be fine. Now tell me more about this Tony.”

“Uh, he actually moved to Los Angeles too?”, offered Mike and ducked his head. “Works as a barista in some cute little café. It's how Rick met his new girlfriend? Because we went to the café together – I... I swear there's nothing between us anymore, but we were really good friends in high school and it's... nice having someone from London close?”

“Babe”, laughed Matt and reached a hand out to pat Mike's thigh. “I'm not jealous. Everybody has a past. I'm your present. I'm asking because I'm curious and want to know more about you.”

“...Oh”, whispered Mike and nodded. “Okay, so Tony and I, we were like... the golden couple at high school and one day it was time for me to meet his parents. I was so nervous, I called his mother 'mom' instead of 'ma'am' and then I was too embarrassed to speak all evening and Tony, the absolute wanker, he of course had to be inappropriate and tease me and make out in his room just for his dad to walk in on us and I swear to this day, the smell of cigars kills every boner of mine.”

“Okay, I'll admit, that is...”, started Matt before he laughed.

Mike grumbled and curled in on himself a little bit. “I told you. I'm a disaster.”

“You're endearing”, countered Matt gently. “My parents are going to love you. My cousins are going to adore you because you're fun. Just... relax. Seriously.”

“What... What do I do with your grandparents? I mean. Your grandfather. Is he like... important? I mean...”, tried Mike before frowning. “I mean that I have no idea how... how things are handled in your... tribe and I don't want to be disrespectful.”

“Don't... call us a tribe”, offered Matt. “But yes, my grandfather is one of the eldest. Just... be polite, respectful and don't say anything dumb. I know you don't mean to say dumb things, I know for you from London all of this is something you only know from TV. If you have any knee-jerk reactions to say something, it's most likely better if you don't. Just... treat them like... people. Like anybody else. Like you treat me. I know it currently scares you that you're going to be... thrown into a whole new culture that you're not familiar with. The unfamiliar can be scary. But I'm here.”

“Yeah, you are”, sighed Mike and turned to look at him. “I love you.”

~*~

“Is he... Is he alright, Matteo?”

Matt drew his eyebrows together as he turned to properly look at Mike and see what was going on. When he put one and one together, all he could do was sigh with a fond smile.

“I think that he's unsure whose hand to shake first. If he shakes yours first, mom, he may insult dad, if he shakes dad's first, then it may look like he thinks the patriarchy is true and dad is in charge. So... he just... froze up”, offered Matt in explanation. “He's been overthinking everything about today. I didn't know a human could be this nervous.”

His mom made a soft cooing sound before she just pulled Mike into a hug. “Aren't you adorable? I'm Luca, that's my husband Giovanni. My parents Teddy and Simone, my sister Tammy and her husband Andy and their kids Pippa and Tolly. Now breath.”

Mike took a shaky breath. “Hello, ma'am. Thank you for having me.”

Luca smiled at him fondly and shook her head. Mike bit his lips as he properly looked around and looked at Matt's family. Giovanni was the only one white, his eyes the same shade of light-green as Matt's, his long hair put in a bun and a neatly trimmed beard framing his jawline. He had one arm around his daughter's shoulders. Marcella was a young teen, her dark hair in braids.

“So you're my brother's boyfriend, huh?”, asked Marcella with a pointed look. “Pretty boy, I guess.”

Mike made a high-pitched sound, while Matt's grandmother laughed. Simone was a very elegant elderly lady with nearly white hair, wearing golden jewelry and on-point make-up as she smiled at him. Her husband next to her looked more stern as he stepped forward and offered a hand.

“Thaddeus Lugo. You may call me sir”, stated the man.

“Teddy, don't give him the same treatment you gave me”, huffed Giovanni amused before turning to Mike. “Don't take him seriously. He's a good man. He's just trying to unnerve you. He did the same thing to me when I first got together with Luca. He really played up the stern dad.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”, grunted Thaddeus pointedly, glaring at Giovanni for a moment before focusing on Mike. “I had always hoped for a son to take over the family store, but I was gifted with two daughters instead. One who ran off to win the Olympics and the other who had to fall in love with a white man. Now, my grandson does the same.”

Mike swallowed hard, wishing he could just swallow his tongue. “I, uh, I--”

“Enough with the intimidation now, papa”, interrupted Matt's aunt Tammy. “Let's get the boys inside and get started on dinner, mh? Come inside and don't mind Teddy.”

“No respect for the elders anymore”, stated Thaddeus dryly. “You. You better treat my grandson right or I will send the spirits after you to enact my revenge?”

“Don't play a cliche to scare the white boy”, requested Marcella embarrassed.

Mike went to the car and grabbed their bags, though he couldn't help staring. Ever since Thaddeus had mentioned the Olympics, Mike was trying very hard to not stare at Tammy's leg. He had known the story, even before he had gotten together with Matt. Matt's aunt had been an Olympic sprinter but then she had lost a leg in a hiking accident, it had been what had made Matt dabble in prosthesis. Still. Mike knew it was rude to stare. He knew that.

“You coming?”, asked Tammy with a kind smile, knowing exactly what Mike was thinking.

~*~

Mike heaved a sigh as he collapsed next to Andrew and Giovanni. The two men were sitting outside and drinking the whiskey Mike had brought with him. Matt was inside, playing with his little sister and cousins and his grandparents, while his mother and aunt were watching 'their show'.

“Teddy was only messing with you earlier, you know”, stated Andrew casually. “He's given me the same treatment and he's known my family all of his life. It's not because you're white. He's just grumpy and protective, that's all. Don't worry about it. You'll grow on him.”

“As long as you treat Mattie right. And if you don't – well then my father-in-law will be the least of your problems”, pointed Giovanni out with a sharp smile.

“I would never, sir”, promised Mike hastily, shaking his head.

“Mh”, nodded Andy amused. “My nephew tells us you're a cop? One of the good ones, I hope?”

“Mattie sends me to save you!”, exclaimed Tolly, looking at Mike. “Come play with us!”

Tolly was four years old, with the largest, dark-brown eyes. He held his arms up for Mike to pick him up and Mike was happy to do so and escape even more of Matt's family trying to threaten and frighten him. The fact that both men started laughing when he went inside told him that at least it wasn't mean-spirited, it was just that the whole family were a bunch of sadists with odd humor.

“You gotta relax. This is day one of many”, noted Matt gently when Mike sat down next to him. “This is my family and dating me means you'll have to get used to them.”

“I'll be fine”, muttered Mike, leaning against Matt. “Either they'll kill me, or I'll be fine.”

“I like him. He's funny”, noted Marcella with a smile.

“Yeah, I like him too because he's funny”, grinned Matt, kissing Mike's cheek.

Mike made a small, miserable noise as grandpa Teddy glared viciously at him at that.

[turtle-steverogers]

Fragmented

this didnt turn out as good as i wanted but here, take some angst anway

ship: ralbert

warnings: car crash, descriptions of injury, mentions of past death, vomit

editing: no

Metal against metal was a sound that Race had always hated.  Like nails on a chalkboard, it sent shivers down his spine, spreading tingles through his body all the way to his jaw.  Even worse, was the immense whiplash that accompanied the horrid sound as an ugly fuschia pickup truck skidded into the side of Albert’s green RAV4.  His immediate thought was, ‘my neck definitely should not have been moved like that,’ followed soon after by, ‘oh my god, the kids are in the car’.  

As the two cars flew into the median, coming to a faulty stop, Race allowed himself one moment to gather himself, checking if he had any other injuries besides his neck, which in and of itself, could have been worse.  He discovered a couple scrapes on his arms from discarded glass produced by the shattered windows, but nothing life threatening.

Running a shaky hand through his hair, he turned towards Albert, who was hunched against the window, holding his forehead.  Blood was seeping between his fingers and Race’s eyes traveled from his apparent head injury to the driver’s side window, where a web of cracks could be seen expanding out from a hole, where presumably, Albert’s head had hit.  

The sound of wailing from the backseat brought Race back to his senses and he turned around to see his daughter, Emelia, crying in her booster seat.  She looked relatively unscathed, if not completely scarred for life and Race quickly unbuckled, scrambling into the back to comfort her.  But he paled considerably when he saw his son, who had been napping on the car ride home from the grocery store, leaning to the side at a painful angle.  His leg was trapped between the indented door and the passenger’s seat, blood pooling onto the car floor under it.  A fleeting thought of him being the next Crutchie passed through Race’s mind, but he disregarded it quickly in order to assess Andrew’s other injuries.  He was passed out, no doubt a result of the gash on his temple, which also seemed to bloom from the place where the pickup truck was wedged into their car.  

He lunged forward, desperately feeling for a pulse, almost screaming in relief when he found one.  It was undoubtedly dangerous to try and move him right now, but he wanted more than anything to pull his son out and hold him close.  A knocking at Emelia’s window broke his focus and he looked around to see paramedics, waiting outside with a stretcher and other medical gear.  He hadn’t even noticed the police had gotten there, not that he was complaining.  In his haste, he’d forgotten the prospect of calling for help.  He scrambled to unlocked the door, unbuckling Emelia simultaneously and scooping her up as he climbed out of the car.

“My son,” He addressed the nearest paramedic immediately, “Please, he’s-”

“We see him, sir,” The paramedic said, “We are going to help him right away.”

Race glanced back at Andrew’s seemingly lifeless form and almost threw up, holding the still crying Emelia closer to his chest, guarding her from the view of her twin brother.

A moment later, Albert stumbled out of the driver’s side, promptly collapsing onto the grass and vomiting, making Emelia scream louder.  

“Shhh, shh, baby,” Race cooed, trying to comfort his daughter, although he, too, was scared half to death, “Daddy’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Is-is,” Emelia gasped out, “Is Andrew dead?”

Race’s heart broke, “No, baby, Andrew isn’t dead.  He’s a little banged up, but he’s gonna be alright.” he said, trying to convince himself as well of this fact.

Emelia sniffed, burrowing herself into the crook of Race’s neck as she continued to sob.  One of the paramedics had bent down to check on Albert, who brushed him off, wiping his mouth as he stood up.  His eyes were unfocused, swimming with determination and a certain kind of panic that Race couldn’t place.

Albert’s eyes scanned from Race, to Emelia eyes narrowing, “Where’s Andrew?” he demanded.

“In the car, sweetheart,” Race said, stepping closer to him, “He was a little stuck, but-”

Albert didn’t wait for Race to finish as he pushed past him, bolting around to Andrew’s door.  A tow truck had effectively moved the pickup truck away from their car, and paramedics, as well as a few policemen, were working on getting Andrew out of the car.

Race followed his husband to find him trying to push through the crowd of officials, who now had Andrew on a stretcher in the grass.  One policeman was negotiating with Albert, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“That’s my fucking son,” Albert seethed, eyes wild, “Let me the fuck through, I need to see my son!”

“Sir, he is in good hands, I assure you, but you need to let us-”

“I don’t fucking care if he’s in the hands of Jesus, I will see my son now!” He shouted, trying to push through the officer, only to be held back by a firm hand on his bicep.  He flinched, shaking it off and reeling back a few steps.

“They are trying to get him stable right now, sir, you need to let them do their jobs.”

Albert shook his head frantically, anger flashing in his eyes, “You-you don’t understand.  That’s my son, I-”

“I do understand,” The officer tried, “You need to let them-”

“No, no, no,” Albert said, trying to step forward again, “I need to see him, I can’t- I just- let me see him!” He was gripping his hair tightly at this point, pulling hard.  

“Albert, baby,” Race stepped between Albert and the officer, trying to make eye contact, but Albert was looking over Race’s shoulder, “Albert, look at me.”

Albert finally flicked his eyes to Race’s, showing for the first time the clear, unveiled panic in his expression.

“He’s okay,” Race assured, “They’re working on him, he’s gonna be okay.”

They broke eye contact as a paramedic walked up to them, “Your son is stable, but we need to get him to a hospital.  His leg needs surgery and he’s showing possible signs of brain damage.”

Albert let out a small whimper, before bending over and throwing up again, Emelia’s cries ringing out once more.  Race felt his stomach drop at the words, but willed his mind to cooperate as he spoke, “Thanks, uh, thank you,” he managed, “Can we, uh, ride with you in the ambulance?”

“You’re his immediate family?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then, yes, you may come.”

Race led Albert to the ambulance, whispering comforting nothings to Emelia as he did so.  Race felt tears prick at his eyes as he took in Andrew, still passed out on the stretcher, his now clean leg propped up.  The break in the bone was obvious and Race set Emelia down on the bench, kneeling in front of her to distract her from the sight of her brother.  Albert sat down numbly next to them, placing his head in his hands.  He was vibrating, his leg bouncing erratically and Race couldn’t help the worry that clawed at his mind.  Albert was usually calm and collected during times of disaster, always looking for the logical way of handling the situation.  He almost never showed what he was truly thinking during distressing times and most certainly let his fear go unmasked as he was doing right now.  He tried to place a comforting hand on his husband’s bouncing knee, but retracted it quickly when Albert jumped, scooting away from him with wide eyes.

“Al, hey,” Race started, but Albert shook his head, placing it back in his hands after briefly looking at Andrew.  

Emelia was hiccuping loudly now and Race traced comforting circles on her hands, humming an Italian lullaby until they got to the hospital.  As soon as the door opened, and paramedics began to pull Andrew out of the back, Albert was alert again.  He tried to follow them and Race had to rush to keep up with him.  They burst through the automatic doors of the hospital and Andrew was instantly taken to the operation room.

Albert tried to follow, but Race stepped in front of him.  Albert placed his hands on Race’s chest, preparing to shove him out of the way, but Race was quicker.  He grabbed onto his husband’s wrists, feeling the pulse underneath.

“Let me go,” Albert snapped, struggling against his grip, “Race, let me the fuck go.”

“Not until I’m certain you won’t bolt,” Race said firmly, “I need you to calm down, Albert.  Freaking out is not helping Andrew or Emelia’s case right now.”  

He momentarily looked over Albert’s shoulder to see a nurse, sitting with Emelia in one of the waiting chairs, trying to calm her down.  He took a deep breath to steady himself and turned his attention back to Albert, who was furiously trying to break free of his grasp once more.

“Race, please, Race,” Albert begged, his angry voice giving way to a sob that made Race’s stomach clench, “Elijah’s hurt.  I need to see him.”

Oh, Race thought, swallowing as the blood drained from his face, That’s what this is about.  Albert’s littlest brother, Elijah, had died in a car crash Albert’s junior year of college.  It had shattered him, leaving him to retreat into the shell of the person he once was.  It was a common known fact that Albert had practically raised his brothers, Thomas and Elijah, after his mother’s passing and father’s descent to abuse.  He held himself responsible for them, and when he lost Elijah, he blamed himself.  It took him years to pull himself out of the depths of grief that followed Elijah’s death, and it still hadn’t stopped affecting him from time to time.  As terrified as Race was for Andrew’s wellbeing, he couldn’t fathom what Albert must be feeling right now.

“Albert, I need you to look at me, okay?  Really look at me, try to see me,” He squeezed on Albert’s wrists, prompting him to look up.  

Brown, panicked eyes met blue ones and Race let out an internal sigh of relief, “Andrew is going to be okay.  We need to wait this out for him, but he’s alive right now and he’s still gonna be alive when all of this is over, okay?”

Albert didn’t look convinced and he let his gaze wander again, but Race reached out to tap his chin, “Okay?” he tried again.

Albert searched his eyes for a moment before nodding, “Okay,” he breathed.

Race held up Albert’s wrist and pressed a soft kiss to his palm before gently pulling him over to where Emelia was seated with the nurse.  It appeared as if she’d worn herself out from crying and was now dozing against the armrest, a half full cup of water on the seat next to her.

Race thanked the nurse genuinely before taking her place next to Emelia and rubbing a hand up and down his daughter’s back.  She perked up only slightly to lean into Race’s touch, but didn’t wake up completely.  Albert had his head in his hands again and Race shot a quick text to Spot, asking him to come get Emelia, so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of Andrew’s surgery.

A half hour later, Spot showed up, a concerned looking Elmer in tow.  Albert had gone to the bathroom to cool off, leaving Race alone with the still sleeping Emelia.  After answering a few concerned questions from Spot and Elmer and thanking them profusely for coming, they were on their way, Emelia tucked safely into Spot’s arms.  Albert came back several minutes later, looking spent.

He sat heavily back into his chair and leaned his head against the back, resting his eyes while they waited.  Another nurse came to get them ten minutes later, letting them know that the operation was done and they could see Andrew now.  Albert was alert again and Race could tell he was silently working himself up, so he reached down to tightly grasp his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“It’s alright, just breathe,” He whispered.

Albert nodded, sucking in a deep breath before following the nurse into the room where Andrew was set up.  He was still out, but he looked better with his leg in a cast and bandages secured around his head.  Albert sank into the chair next to his bed, holding his son’s hand tightly.  He was shaking again and Race placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, massaging the area to ground him.

A doctor came in after a moment and cleared his throat to get their attention, “Your son is going to be okay.  We operated on his leg and while it is going to be immobile for a while, there is no permanent damage that we can detect, although he is going to be in physical therapy and a cast for a while.  As far as brain injuries go, we still need to send in a referral for a CT scan, but from what we could test, his response times are normal.  You’re free to take him home tonight, but we sent in a referral to a specialist for a follow up appointment on his leg, so make sure to schedule that as soon as possible.  You’ve got a very lucky boy, here.  Truly lucky.”

XXX

Albert and Race lay in bed, willing sleep to come, but neither man could manage it that night.  Not after everything they had gone through that day.  They hadn’t spoken a word for at least an hour, both of them lost in separate, yet troubled thoughts.  Albert’s head was resting on Race’s chest and Race was running a comforting hand through his hair, smoothing it out ever so often with a kiss.

“I don’t know what I would have done,” Race looked down at his husband when he spoke, startling slightly, “If I had lost Andrew, too.  I don’t know how I woulda lived with myself.”

Race took his hand from Albert’s hair, wrapping it around his torso and clasping his other hand to create a warm embrace, “But we’re okay.  All of us.”

“I know,” Albert said, his voice wavering, “But he looked so much like-” he cut himself off, a slow sob ripping from his throat.

Race froze for a moment before shifting Albert farther up on his chest, letting him cry.  Minutes passed with nothing but the sound of Albert’s agonizing gasps.  Race rubbed his arm, murmuring reassurances and reminding him of his presence until the cries slowed to a stop.

“I’m sorry,” Albert muttered, “I don’t know-”

“Love,” Race interrupted, “You don’t need to apologize.  What happened today was beyond scary and I can’t imagine what it must have felt like for you, but everyone’s okay.  Everyone’s still here.  I promise you, it’s going to be okay.”

“Yeah,” Albert said, pausing a moment to breathe, “We’re okay, right?”

“Yes, we are.”

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Globe, November 9

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Prince Andrew fails lie detector -- new crisis rocks the palace 

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Bruno Toniolo shirtless, Heidi Pratt at a pumpkin patch in L.A., Jacqueline Bisset catches some rays in L.A. 

Page 3: Larry David leaves an L.A. office, Ellen Pompeo, Pete Wentz 

Page 4: Kathie Lee Gifford is talking to NBC bigwigs about coming back to Today and they’re hot over the idea but Hoda Kotb is not pleased and Jenna Bush Hager is feeling threatened because Jenna never really grabbed the audience like Kathie Lee did, Martha Stewart and Gwyneth Paltrow are heading into the holidays trash-talking each other even more than usual and their pals have nowhere to hide -- they’re snippier than ever and can’t get through the week without saying something crass but the trouble is they have the same friends and they use some of the same chefs and caterers and crew -- all their friends in the Hamptons including the Seinfelds and Beyonce and Jay-Z and Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley and Rachael Ray are trying to keep out of it but it’s impossible because Martha and Gwyneth are both screaming for loyalty 

Page 5: Legal hotshot and writer Jeffrey Toobin has been shelved by the New Yorker magazine for showing off his willie to co-workers during a Zoom conference call -- witnesses say Toobin was masturbating but he insists it was a blooper

Page 6: Dolly Parton was so lovestruck when she met Elvis Presley that she nearly chucked her marriage and career to shack up with Elvis -- Dolly is ready to tell all about Elvis after decades of protecting her husband Carl Dean and Elvis’ only child Lisa Marie Presley -- Dolly was in her late 20s and Elvis was in his late 30s when they had their sizzling encounter where she got dolled up to meet Elvis in a Nashville office and discuss working together and he wanted to do a duet but she didn’t trust herself to work with him and she didn’t even let Elvis do a cover of her song I Will Always Love You -- even though Dolly didn’t actually cheat on Carl she sure was tempted and she’s felt guilty about it ever since 

Page 8: Just two weeks after splitting with his wife of 14 years former Home Improvement kid Zachery Ty Bryan was arrested and jailed on charges of trying to strangle a terrified galpal -- after a night of partying where he was photographed surrounded by four gals with an iced bottle of vodka at the table Zachery reportedly got into a heated clash with his galpal and she claims Zachery grabbed her by the throat and squeezed then tried to snatch her phone when she attempted to call 911 so she ran to a neighbor’s home where she hid while cops were called 

Page 9: Distressed Kelly Clarkson and her two toddlers are in therapy to help cope with the anguish brought on by her divorce from Brandon Blackstock -- the talk show host is especially struggling because the split is playing out so publicly and the kids are seeing things about their mom on TV and she feels immense guilt about the divorce but knows it was the best decision because she wasn’t happy married to Brandon though she did try but staying in a marriage just for the kids wasn’t an option for her -- Kelly was deeply wounded when her father-in-law Narvel Blackstock’s management company recently sued her for $1.4 million in alleged unpaid commissions but she’s speaking with her ex privately in an effort to resolve the issue out of court but Kelly suspects he’s using it as a bargaining chip for a bigger settlement and also feels he’s using the kids against her as a weapon 

Page 10: Showbiz legend Michelle Phillips has become a shut-in who sits home alone tippling wine while watching movies on TV and listening to her hits from The Mamas & the Papas where she is the last surviving member of the band -- she’s sad the rest are all gone  and she’ll put on a record and sit in the dark; she misses them and so many other people -- she’s become a shut-in due to the pandemic and can’t bear for people to see her so old and haggard and overweight and all those years of partying have done their damage to her once-beautiful face -- she also hasn’t been able to see her young grandson and she’s grieving the loss of her longtime lover who died in 2017 

Page 11: Baywatch hunk Jeremy Jackson’s cover girl ex-wife has been found homeless wandering California’s mean streets in worn and shabby clothes -- lost for two years Loni Willison is now virtually unrecognizable with missing teeth and her long blond tresses cropped short -- she was found pushing a grocery cart filled with her battered possessions in Venice -- despite her tragic situation she insists she’d doing fine and doesn’t want help despite reportedly having drug and mental health issues 

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Rita Ora in a see-through frock (picture), Lily James got caught brazenly canoodling with the very much married Dominic West who plays her father in the BBC miniseries The Pursuit of Love, just weeks after Cardi B filed to dissolve her marriage to Offset she’s put the split on hold and all it took was Offset to spend bucks on a heart-tugging Sunset Strip billboard and a Rolls-Royce and a Hermes Birkin bag, Kate Hudson’s getting loose-lipped about gross snotty smooches with her leading man Matthew McConaughey 

Page 13: Vinny Guadagnino eating in Beverly Hills (picture), Kaitlyn Bristowe has a puffy trout pout (picture), Shia LaBeouf doesn’t let an apparent injury keep him from getting out and about in Pasadena (picture), Alanis Morissette says the fame that came with her 1995 revenge song You Oughta Know wasn’t so sweet but instead was an isolating experience 

Page 14: Nicole Kidman is starring opposite Hugh Grant in the thriller series The Undoing but she really wanted to plays Hugh’s love interest in Notting Hill except she wasn’t well-known enough, Reba McEntire has landed herself a brand new TV show which is a modernized Fried Green Tomatoes drama series in which she’ll play the present-day Idgie Threadgoode, Fashion Verdict -- Regina King 8/10, Isabelle Huppert 2/10, Queen Maxima 5/10, Tracee Ellis Ross 9/10, Cher 4/10 

Page 16: How John F. Kennedy stole the White House from Richard Nixon -- Chicago mob rigged the 1960 vote and cheated Nixon out of the presidency 

Page 19: True Crime 

Page 21: Parkinson’s patient Alan Alda is refusing to slow down at age 84 and friends fear the fragile M*A*S*H legend is headed for a devastating health crisis and he’s busier now than he ever was even during his sitcom days and he bravely says he lives with it by staying active but medication can only do so much and his friends and family including wife Arlene are worried he’s pushing himself too hard, teary-eyed Ringo Starr confesses his last conversation with dying Beatles bandmate George Harrison was heartbreaking and unforgettable -- Ringo wanted to stay with George until the end but his daughter Lee had been diagnosed with a brain tumor and Ringo had to rush to Boston to see her and when Ringo told George he had to go to Boston George said D’ya want me to come wit’ ya? so even on his death bed George made his best buddy smile while both faced unspeakable grief 

Page 22: 10 Things You Don’t Know About S. Epatha Merkerson, Today show host Hoda Kotb reveals Frank Sinatra Jr. was the show’s worst guest because he clammed up instead of touting a book about his famous dad in 2015, Khloe Kardashian confesses she once worked as Nicole Richie’s personal assistant because she just needed a job and they went to school together -- Nicole’s reality career crashed in 2007 which was the same year Khloe’s series started

Page 24: Cover Story -- Disgraced Prince Andrew has flunked a lie detector test on his close relationship with murdered American pedophile Jeffrey Epstein and now the rogue royal insists he’ll never cooperate with the FBI for fear his testimony will land him behind bars but Queen Elizabeth’s favorite son has his back against the wall as new evidence surfaces on both sides of the Atlantic -- Andrew is terrified newly released secret testimony from Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell is just the tip of the iceberg of what she’s prepared to reveal and Maxwell’s revelations detailing her twisted sex life come on the heels of an explosive new British book accusing Andrew of attending debauched events with Epstein where teenage girls were parading around topless -- even though friends close to Andrew say he did nothing wrong and has no reason to fear the prince may not have a choice about spilling his guts because the fed-up royal family is threatening to cut off the cash-strapped rogue unless he plays ball 

Page 25: Prince Andrew has been banished from the gift shop at his mother’s Balmoral Castle -- tourists can still purchase postcards her Her Majesty’s kids Prince Charles and Princess Anne and Prince Edward but Prince Andrew has disappeared which is a sure sign that Andrew is in the doghouse since items featuring Elizabeth’s beloved corgis are still up for sale 

Page 26: Health Report 

Page 27: Dirtiest places on planes exposed 

Page 30: Serial sleaze Matt Lauer’s ready to pop the question to girlfriend Shamin Abas over the holidays and he hopes for a brighter future with her a year after his 20-year marriage to Annette Roque ended in divorce -- Matt showers Shamin her with gifts and wants to buy a house on the East Coast where they can make new memories and Matt’s hinted he’s already bought the ring and plans to propose by New Year’s and he hopes to have a celeb-studded wedding at their new home, Kathleen Turner will be back at Michael Douglas’ throat as his acid ex in The Kominsky Method to fill the hole left by Alan Arkin who abruptly pulled out of the third and final season of the show

Page 35: Matthew McConaughey’s father predicted he’d die while making love to his wife and he did, desperate to turn back time Marie Osmond is going whole hog on a head-to-toe makeover -- Marie is no stranger to cosmetic fixes and she is considering a slew of procedures to get a new look that’ll knock ‘em out including everything from Botox and fillers to face-lift to boob job and lipo-sculpting to enhance her waistline -- the makeover is motivated by revenge because she’s bitter over recently being pushed off her co-host gig on The Talk and now she’s counting on a younger look to land her a plum new TV gig 

Page 38: Real Life Monsters 

Page 39: Kris Jenner blames social media for ending the 14-year run of Keeping Up with the Kardashians because when the show started there was no Instagram or Snapchat or other social media platforms but now she gripes that now there are so many the viewer doesn’t have to wait three or four months to see an episode but instead information spreads online in real time, Phil Collins’ ex-wife has traded him in for a 31-year-old guitarist who never managed to make much noise in the music industry -- Phil was furious when he heard Orianne Cevey married Tom Bates in Las Vegas, Black Panther star Chadwick Boseman died without a will according to his widow -- Taylor Simone Ledward filed a probate case in L.A. asking a judge to name her administrator of Boseman’s estimated $938,500 estate with limited authority

Page 44: Straight Talk -- Bruce Willis and Demi Moore’s daughter Rumer Willis claims posing for raunchy bondage shots proves she’s a liberated woman free from sexual stereotypes but it’s not that simple 

Page 45: Jeff Bridges is battling non-Hodgkin lymphoma which is a rampaging cancer that often spreads through the body to the liver and bone marrow and lungs -- while the cancer can be deadly experts say the five-year survival rate is 73 percent 

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Prompt: Moving to a small town like Purcell, Oklahoma might have been the best thing to ever happen to you. In more than 1 way.   Word Count: 971 Warnings: none yet A/N: Ok, so I started writing this over a year ago and just kept getting stuck. I’m hoping now that it’s worked it’s way out. 

You weren’t sure what to expect when you moved from Philadelphia to the small and dusty city of Purcell, Oklahoma. Stepping off the train you knew instantly that people were about to do a lot of digging into you, small towns meant a small amount of privacy.

“Looking for something kid?” A kind man on the platform called over to you. “You look lost.”

I feel lost you wanted to say. “I’m new here,”

“I can see that.” He waved you over. “Where are you trying to go?”

“Huron Street, that’s where my house is anyway. If you could just point me in the direction to go…” But the man chuckled. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re gonna have to walk one block that way,” he pointed away from the station. “And almost ten blocks that way.”

It was almost like he thought ten blocks was a lot. “Is that all?”

“Where’d you come from?” When you told him the man nodded his head as if that explained everything. “We had a couple of fellas come here from a big city, started off just like you. Throw your stuff in the back of my truck I’ll give you a lift. My daughter isn’t gonna be here for another hour anyhow.”

So, against everything you’d been taught as a child and your better judgement, you got into the truck. “Where’s your daughter coming from?”

“Coming down from Norman, she goes to the University of Oklahoma.” Go Sooners you thought almost bitterly. “What brings you to Purcell anyway?”

You were finding out, though not the hard way, thankfully, that ten city blocks to this man was actually a substantial amount of distance. “Change of scenery.” He asked you what the physical address was and turned onto Huron Street slowing to look at the numbers on each mailbox.

“Got a job lined up?” Silence took over you as he parked in front of the house. “I own a ranch, could always use another set of hands to help out around the place.”

Apparently, there were a few horse farms in the city with equestrianism being the top “agribusiness” in the area. At least that was what he told you. “Yeah, sure, I could help out.”

The man, who now introduced himself as Andrew, promised to come pick you up in the morning and told you what kind of clothes you should wear. Being a horse farm you figured shorts and heels wouldn’t have worked anyway, but you didn’t say that outloud.

As you got out of the truck he called out the window. “I’ll see you at 7.” With a quick wave he was driving off down the street leaving you to face your daunting and empty house.

The first order of business was to get your own car so you could get to the store and work, but for now the bus would do. There was a small mom and pop style grocery store, one that you promised to visit once you got a car, but for now you would have to deal with going to the Walmart and getting all the essentials. Arming yourself with the biggest bag you had you set out towards the bus station.

For being a city with such a small population, Purcell really did know how to fill a superstore. And of course being the new person in town meant everyone who was there stopped to stare. Still, you didn’t let it worry you.

The cart was almost filled with things by the time you were done. Food, toilet paper, paper plates, cheap utensils, toiletries, and a new pair of work boots. You were set.

Until the bus didn’t show up.

Great, what am I supposed to do now? Deflating with the realization that you would have to lug all of this home without the help of some kind of automotive transport.

“Ma’am?” A police officer approached you from the front of the store. “Do you need some help?”

It didn’t seem like he was looking for you, that was good at least. “Do you know when the bus will be here?”

“Bus stops running at 8.” Perfect. “I can give you a ride home if you need? It looks like you have some frozen things.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t make you go out of your way like that.”

But he simply took your bags and motioned towards the beat up police suv. “I’m Officer Barnes by the way, they call me Bucky around here though.”

“And what’s your real name Bucky?”

“James,” he gave a laugh and turned the key. “And what do they call you?”

You hesitated. Should you tell him your real name? Would it be better to give a fake one? “I’m Y/N.” The honesty worried you, there were more than enough people with the same name as you but if people knew you were here….

“Where’re you from Y/N? Seems like you’re new here.”

“First day. Just moved.”

You found it funny that because of the squad car, the rest of traffic slowed around you and Bucky was not pleased about it. “Sorry, I hate it when people see a cop and immediately drop below the speed limit. I really don’t care how fast you’re going as long as it’s not dangerous.” Agreeing you finally saw him smile, really smile. “Welcome to Purcell by the way.”

The smile stuck with you for the rest of the night. Even after making some dinner and getting a shower you couldn’t stop thinking about the eye crinkling smile he had given you as you laughed.

But you couldn’t get involved here, and especially not with someone that worked as a police officer. Still, the idea of him has you giddy and worried at the same time.

You were going to be in so much trouble.

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Devastated daughter of tragic Wishaw dad will collect his Postcode Lottery win

A grieving Lanarkshire woman is to collect her late dad’s share of the £7.9m Postcode Lottery jackpot today after he tragically died before finding out about his win.

Andrew Gillon, 59, passed away during surgery at The Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Glasgow on January 7.

The beloved dad had broken his neck after falling down some stairs at a friend’s house on New Years Day.

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He died unexpectedly while undergoing an operation a few days later.

Andrew’s heartbroken daughter Lisa Thomas, 32, said her family have been left devastated by his sudden death and are still struggling to come to terms with what happened.

Andrew Gillon

Lisa, from Hamilton, said she was shocked to find out her dad, who worked for Scottish Water, had been sent one of the golden envelopes along with the rest of the players on his former street, Shaw Crescent, Wishaw.

Despite no longer playing, Andrew is still counted as one of the winners of Scotland’s biggest single Postcode Lottery Jackpot and Lisa has been chosen to collect his prize in his honour.

The mum-of-three said she feels like she’s been given one last gift from her dad.

Lisa and dad Andrew on her wedding day

Lisa said: “I found out dad had won via his friend and neighbour.

“I thought there was no way he could have as I had blocked his bank account, so I presumed no payments would have been taken.

“My dad’s played postcode lottery for as many years as I can remember.

“When I got it confirmed, I felt absolutely devastated at first.

“I could just hear the excited phone call from him telling me he had won and I know his first thought would be to book us all a holiday.

“Now I still feel sad that he’s not here to enjoy this with us, but I also feel some excitement for him and I’m sure he has had something to do with this.

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“There’s been so many ‘signs’ since he left us and I’m certain he is watching saying ‘I told you so’.

Lisa, who is mum to Connor, Farrah and Aspen, said she remembers laughing with her dad last Christmas because the first card he received for the holidays was from the Postcode Lottery.

She added: “I was laughing at him for his first Christmas card being from them.

“All I remember him saying is, ‘well you won’t be laughing when I win!’ and he was right I wasn’t laughing, I was crying.”

The Postcode Lottery announced earlier this week that hundreds of players within the ML20 postcode had been told they had won a share of the £7.9m jackpot. All winners will receive a minimum of £1000.

Andrew with his grandson Connor

Lisa will find out today exactly how much her dad’s postcode has won at an exclusive event in Glasgow.

She said: “About Saturday- I feel emotional thinking about it.

“Even if it’s the minimum £1k my dad would have been over the moon.

It’s hard to say I’m excited as my biggest emotion about it is sadness that he’s not here to enjoy the excitement of the day with us, but we will be there thinking of him and thanking him.”

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Devastated daughter of tragic Wishaw dad will collect his Postcode Lottery win

A grieving Lanarkshire woman is to collect her late dad’s share of the £7.9m Postcode Lottery jackpot today after he tragically died before finding out about his win.

Andrew Gillon, 59, passed away during surgery at The Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Glasgow on January 7.

The beloved dad had broken his neck after falling down some stairs at a friend’s house on New Years Day.

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Get all the news from your area – as well as features, entertainment, sport and the latest on Lanarkshire’s recovery from the coronavirus pandemic – straight to your fingertips, 24/7.

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He died unexpectedly while undergoing an operation a few days later.

Andrew’s heartbroken daughter Lisa Thomas, 32, said her family have been left devastated by his sudden death and are still struggling to come to terms with what happened.

Andrew Gillon

Lisa, from Hamilton, said she was shocked to find out her dad, who worked for Scottish Water, had been sent one of the golden envelopes along with the rest of the players on his former street, Shaw Crescent, Wishaw.

Despite no longer playing, Andrew is still counted as one of the winners of Scotland’s biggest single Postcode Lottery Jackpot and Lisa has been chosen to collect his prize in his honour.

The mum-of-three said she feels like she’s been given one last gift from her dad.

Lisa and dad Andrew on her wedding day

Lisa said: “I found out dad had won via his friend and neighbour.

“I thought there was no way he could have as I had blocked his bank account, so I presumed no payments would have been taken.

“My dad’s played postcode lottery for as many years as I can remember.

“When I got it confirmed, I felt absolutely devastated at first.

“I could just hear the excited phone call from him telling me he had won and I know his first thought would be to book us all a holiday.

“Now I still feel sad that he’s not here to enjoy this with us, but I also feel some excitement for him and I’m sure he has had something to do with this.

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“There’s been so many ‘signs’ since he left us and I’m certain he is watching saying ‘I told you so’.

Lisa, who is mum to Connor, Farrah and Aspen, said she remembers laughing with her dad last Christmas because the first card he received for the holidays was from the Postcode Lottery.

She added: “I was laughing at him for his first Christmas card being from them.

“All I remember him saying is, ‘well you won’t be laughing when I win!’ and he was right I wasn’t laughing, I was crying.”

The Postcode Lottery announced earlier this week that hundreds of players within the ML20 postcode had been told they had won a share of the £7.9m jackpot. All winners will receive a minimum of £1000.

Andrew with his grandson Connor

Lisa will find out today exactly how much her dad’s postcode has won at an exclusive event in Glasgow.

She said: “About Saturday- I feel emotional thinking about it.

“Even if it’s the minimum £1k my dad would have been over the moon.

It’s hard to say I’m excited as my biggest emotion about it is sadness that he’s not here to enjoy the excitement of the day with us, but we will be there thinking of him and thanking him.”

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Devastated daughter of tragic Wishaw dad will collect his Postcode Lottery win

A grieving Lanarkshire woman is to collect her late dad’s share of the £7.9m Postcode Lottery jackpot today after he tragically died before finding out about his win.

Andrew Gillon, 59, passed away during surgery at The Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Glasgow on January 7.

The beloved dad had broken his neck after falling down some stairs at a friend’s house on New Years Day.

The Lanarkshire Live app is available to download now.

Get all the news from your area – as well as features, entertainment, sport and the latest on Lanarkshire’s recovery from the coronavirus pandemic – straight to your fingertips, 24/7.

The free download features the latest breaking news and exclusive stories, and allows you to customise your page to the sections that matter most to you.

Head to the App Store and never miss a beat in Lanarkshire – iOS – Android

He died unexpectedly while undergoing an operation a few days later.

Andrew’s heartbroken daughter Lisa Thomas, 32, said her family have been left devastated by his sudden death and are still struggling to come to terms with what happened.

Andrew Gillon

Lisa, from Hamilton, said she was shocked to find out her dad, who worked for Scottish Water, had been sent one of the golden envelopes along with the rest of the players on his former street, Shaw Crescent, Wishaw.

Despite no longer playing, Andrew is still counted as one of the winners of Scotland’s biggest single Postcode Lottery Jackpot and Lisa has been chosen to collect his prize in his honour.

The mum-of-three said she feels like she’s been given one last gift from her dad.

Lisa and dad Andrew on her wedding day

Lisa said: “I found out dad had won via his friend and neighbour.

“I thought there was no way he could have as I had blocked his bank account, so I presumed no payments would have been taken.

“My dad’s played postcode lottery for as many years as I can remember.

“When I got it confirmed, I felt absolutely devastated at first.

“I could just hear the excited phone call from him telling me he had won and I know his first thought would be to book us all a holiday.

“Now I still feel sad that he’s not here to enjoy this with us, but I also feel some excitement for him and I’m sure he has had something to do with this.

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“There’s been so many ‘signs’ since he left us and I’m certain he is watching saying ‘I told you so’.

Lisa, who is mum to Connor, Farrah and Aspen, said she remembers laughing with her dad last Christmas because the first card he received for the holidays was from the Postcode Lottery.

She added: “I was laughing at him for his first Christmas card being from them.

“All I remember him saying is, ‘well you won’t be laughing when I win!’ and he was right I wasn’t laughing, I was crying.”

The Postcode Lottery announced earlier this week that hundreds of players within the ML20 postcode had been told they had won a share of the £7.9m jackpot. All winners will receive a minimum of £1000.

Andrew with his grandson Connor

Lisa will find out today exactly how much her dad’s postcode has won at an exclusive event in Glasgow.

She said: “About Saturday- I feel emotional thinking about it.

“Even if it’s the minimum £1k my dad would have been over the moon.

It’s hard to say I’m excited as my biggest emotion about it is sadness that he’s not here to enjoy the excitement of the day with us, but we will be there thinking of him and thanking him.”

*Don’t miss the latest headlines from around Lanarkshire. Sign up to our newsletters here.

And did you know Lanarkshire Live had its own app? Download yours for free here.

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