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brucewaynehater101 · 1 year ago

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Just a warning, this au strays a bit close to NSFW territory in that it does talk about Sex Workers, but it does not mention or describe anything specific, mostly just discussing how they operate and some dangers they may face working in Gothem.

So, we all know that Tim would do a lot for the mission right? More than most people would. I mean, just look at Brucequest or the fact he came back after his 16th birthday or his first few months as Robin when he was basically Bruce's nanny. He also has many false life's he can slip into at the drop of a hat such as Alvin Draper or Caroline Hill. So why not add one more to those personas? A woman named Jane Doe, a sex worker who works just outside Crime Alley who everyone knows and knows everyone, but no one truly knows her nor have they ever seen her face, if she even is a woman as she uses all pronouns to get just a little more mystery added to them. Their outfit is constantly changing but also very specific, a short and highly attractive dress that doesn't look cheap and a full face mask in the style of Venetian Carnival Masks, Volto design specifically so that it covers his full face but shows striking blue eyes. Those he has colored contacts that he switches around constantly.

The reason that Tim does this is simple. Information. While Jason may be able to ask the sex workers under his protection questions, they wouldn't be as open with him as they would another sex worker. Tim can get information from them, the clients, the shop owners of the area, the homeless, anyone and everyone who is often on the street or connected to it that none of the other Bats would ever be able to get. And through his... services he gets a lot of information about up coming things thanks to a special discount everyone knows about. If you tell Jane a secret they don't already know, you get 10% off his services. Tell him 2 and you get 20%. So on and so forth, but it has to be things that Tim didn't already know and he's more than happy to hear about which rouges are hiring at the moment and when they stop hiring, after all, what easier way to predict when they are gunna do stuff than by when they get new henchmen?

A lot is known about Jane Doe, yet also nothing is known. Jane doesn't keep any of the money he makes, giving it to the other girls and often extra as well. No one knows where she keeps getting 100s of dollars to just *give* them but she does. Jane has three brothers, a sister, and a father but no mother. They don't know their names, simply knowing them as N, H, C, R, and B. Whoever they are, they're a well off family but they aren't good to Jane, bad enough that Jane feels safer on the corners of Gothem than the comfort of her home. They know from "funny" stories he tells about his family or via them asking about scars he forgets misses when he covers himself in makeup (there are so many, what have they done to you child?) And him always telling something close to the truth.

They know that N is his oldest brother and the only one who cared about him for a long time, who helped him and was the first person who ever made him feel truly happy. They also know that N took something very precious from Jane Doe without Jane's permission and shattered their trust in N. Tim never told them what was taken or that it was Robin, but in a profession like the one he shares with them, they all come to the same conclusion about what was taken and why Jane might seek comfort in this line of work.

They know that H is also his older brother and has hurt Jane often. They know that the slight scar on his neck he covers with a choker or makeup was made by H, as was the bullet scar in his leg. He laughed about that one, telling his friends how H had set down one of his guns after cleaning it, R picked it up and accidentally fired it, and it bounced twice before going clean through Tim's leg. He laughs about how mad H was at both of them and how he yelled at them to not tell B or else, using a mocking tone and laughter that only causes the others to glance at eachother in worry over their friend. Tim makes sure to reassure them that he got to the blood before it dried so it wasn't to hard to clean up. Tim may have read it as anger in Jason's voice when he said to not tell, but actually it was panic and worry about Tim's wound and how Bruce would react.

They don't know much about C, only that she managed to escape the hell hole known as Gothem and lives in another country. Sometimes she comes back for visits and Jane is always very excited when she does.

The other Sex Workers don't like R. They know that R has either threatened Jane with sharp objects or actually harmed her with them many times but has never gotten in trouble for it. Any time Tim has some left over injuries from patrol, he plays it off as either R or H getting agressive with him again and tries to calm them by saying, "oh come on. Both of them have only tried to *actually* kill me twice! It's fine guys, they won't seriously injure me." While having 5 stitches in his arm.

Jane doesn't talk about their Dad much, always getting quiet and looking away when he's brought up. They ask if B has ever hit him and Jane says, "he doesn't hit me anymore." And all of them want to kill him. They want to kill all of them (except maybe C) and bury their bodies where they'll never be found.

Of course, none of the Bats know about Tim's other nightly activities and where he gets his info from, simply shrugging and moving along. Tim is terrified of any of them accidentally finding out. But unfortunately that day could be coming soon as one of the workers goes to The Red Hood and grabs him by the jacket saying, "you're supposed to protect us right? That's what you promised us, isn't it? Saftey? Well one of the others, Jane, is in deep trouble. Their family is gunna *kill* them. Do whatever you need to do to keep Jane safe from those monsters, we'll tell you what we know, but stop them before she's just another dead body in Gothem Harbor. Do we need to pay you? We'll pay you however much it takes for you to make them pay."

This does remind me of a few fics that go over Tim's "Caroline" identity combined with the idea that Bruce was worse to Tim during his Robin years. Some fics do go into Tim having to go so far as actually having sex with people while some don't.

There are also a few fics of Tim going undercover in Crime Alley as a stripper, cocktail server, sex worker, or other when Red Hood finds out and loses his shit.

The idea of Tim using a fake identity to vent about his family issues is a really cool concept! It would allow him to see how the actions done against him were shit and not okay. He may have the mindset that his trauma is fine because it happened to him, but the separation of identities may help start that realization process. I'm also all here for the identity shenanigans of someone trying to save Jane from her family and accidentally going to one of the people who's hurt them. Lovely amounts of mixed emotions there.

This fic/AU would need to be careful to address both the trauma of Tim selling himself at such a young age as well as still treat sex workers with respect, individuality, and care. It would also be cool to see how the inner workings of the sex industry may be affected by Gotham (such as rogues, toxins, corruption, wealth disparity/poverty, etc).

But yeah! Lots to explore in this AU. I wonder if Tim, in this one, cares about pronouns or gender identity. Does he enjoy crossdressing, does he experiment with his gender identity, and does he make distinctions? I think it would be cool to indicate he's closer agender but is fine with whatever. I like to imagine, in this AU, that he simply doesn't care what gender identity he's perceived as unless that identity needs a specific gender.

Anyways, I am curious about how Red Hood reacts to his characterization by Jane. I wonder if she seems to be wary or distant from him before he finds out that's Tim. Hopefully, Jason tries not to take Jane's hesitance personally. Just because Red Hood is established as a protector doesn't mean that Jane would trust him. They may have their own reasons/experiences not to that has nothing to do with the anti-hero.

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#jason todd #dc au #caroline hill

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devilslittlemonsterxx · 2 months ago

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How they met Princess!Reader

Steve Harrington:

Steve and Princess have known each other since they were kids, their parents being friends and business partners.

Their first meeting was a play date their parents organised when they were about six years old. Princess was shy and Steve was instantly infatuated by her and her pretty dresses. He didn't dare say no when she timidly asked if he wanted to have a tea party.

"Do you want to have a tea party?" She asked, looking up at him through her lashes and fidgeting with her hands behind her back.

"Yeah!" Steve nodded enthusiastically, delighted when her eyes lit up excitedly.

Damon Salvatore:

The first time Damon saw Princess, she was crying. He had just arrived in Mystic Falls, leaving flowers at his mother's grave when he spotted her.

She was wearing a floor length summer dress, white with little pink flowers.

She was draped over a headstone, her face buried in her arms as she sobbed, her body shaking from the force of her sorrow.

The first time Princess saw Damon was at the founders party with Caroline Forbes on his arm. They caught each other's eye and the two strangers smiled politely at the other.

After that, it was like he was everywhere. She could always see him from the corner of her eye or feel his presence poking at the edges of her mind.

The first time they talked was at the 50's decade dance.

"Hi" He said, walking over to her with a drink in his hand.

"Hi" She said, a little breathless. This was the closest she had ever seen the man up lose. He was awfully handsome.

"Damon Salvatore" He said, offering his hand. She told him her name, taking his hand in her own. "A pretty name for a beautiful girl"

Remus Lupin:

The first time Remus met Princess was the morning after his first full moon at Hogwarts. He had been completely passed out, only waking when something put pressure on a wound he had gained from the night before. He groaned, his muscle twitching away from whatever was pushing on it.

"Sorry!" She squeaked as his eyes fluttered open, pulling away her hand, which held a damp cloth.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked himself weakly as he stared at the beautiful face hovering over his.

"No?" She giggled, confused, her eyebrows drawn together.

"Oh"

George Weasley:

George met Princess during his 6th year when she came to Hogwarts with the rest of the Beauxbatons students for the tri-wizard tournament.

She was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

When they were told of the yule ball, George instantly knew he wanted to ask Princess. He just didn't know how. He spent days and nights thinking up extravagant ways to ask her, including having fireworks go off to spell out the question for him.

Eventually, he decided to just go up to her and ask her nicely with a rose.

"Hello" He said confidently, though when she turned and her pretty eyes looked at him imploringly, his confidence dwindled just a little. But he straightened his back and shook the doubts away. "I was hoping you'd like to go to the yule ball? With me?"

"Oui" She smiled, taking the rose delicately between her fingers and bringing it up to her nose.

"Oui? That means yes, right?" He asked, his cheeks flushing when she giggled and nodded her head. "OK, that's brilliant!"

Aaron Hotchner:

Princess and Hotch first met when she came in for an interview to be Jack's nanny. She had come into his home in a pretty lavender dress and a beautiful, shy smile decorating her face.

He instantly liked her. She was soft spoken, patient and had a background in nursing. She was perfect. And the way she was with Jack just solidified the fact.

#Leighs princess!reader #headcanon #how they met #steve harrington x reader #damon salvatore x reader #remus lupin x reader #george weasley x reader #aaron hotch x reader

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baronessvonglitter · 22 days ago

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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 17 | "a fine spray of scarlet"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 4,988

Summary: You and Dave seem to have earned your Happily Ever After.. but ghosts from the past linger and threaten that dream.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. CNC relationship. Somnophilia. Unprotected piv. Anal. Domestic fluff. Reader is a bitch to Carol and Carol is a bitch right back. Angst. Relationship woes. TW for violence, home invasion, and murder. Stupor due to shock. Chekhov’s head shot from ch. 13

Author's note: I know, I KNOW! I haven't updated in forever.. I honestly just wanted to let Dave and Sweetpea keep their happiness a little longer before the drama started again. But I'm up to the task and I'm ready to bring these two crazies back in action! Also, yes @yorksgirl at one point Dave will shown to be a GNR fan, but Bon Jovi has been a constant on my Spotify lately 🩷 I've added the inspired songs at the end.

I went back and read this series to try to get back into the feel of it, and I started seeing Sweetpea as a final girl from a horror film. She starts off friendly and willing, despite the trauma in her own past, and grows from heartbreak into a savvy, street smart woman who no longer dismisses any eventuality of danger. Super prepared is what I'd call her.

Also.. 🎵Caroline... she's the reason for the word bitch🎶

dividers by @saradika-graphics & @thecutestgrotto 👑

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The best thing about finally working on your Happily Ever After with Dave is that he comes home to you every night. You're no longer a secret, a toy to stash away so he won't get caught. He fucks you anywhere and everywhere in the home you now share, the one you thought you'd grow old and alone in, preferring it that way.

You know the commute isn't easy on him, mostly spending time with you on weekends and working from your home as often as he can. It may be why he takes fewer jobs - albeit, the ones that pay the most. You continue managing Pour Decisions, the most popular place in St. Louis for pub crawls and post-Cardinals games get-togethers. It doesn't allow for a lot of time together, especially in the midst of planning a wedding. It's not an ideal situation, but you make do with what you're given and you do it out of love.

Your favorite nights are when he comes home from some underhanded, off-the-books job. He doesn't ever tell you what it is, or where he's going, or how long he'll be gone, and while this is born of a need to keep you safe from the facts, you know better than to ask. You're not implicating yourself.

He's a little less ephemeral than before, less of a ghost appearing only when he's ready, like the days when you were his kids' live-in nanny. But even when he's not there in the dead of night your senses are filled with him.. because when he comes back you know what kind of mood he'll be in..

You're fast asleep, curled up on your side with his pillow under your arm, inhaling his scent until he can be there for real. And Dave is so quiet you don't even hear him until you feel the bed dip beneath you and his fingers curl into the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"Wha-" you're barely able to eke out before Dave roughly pulls them down, pressing you onto your stomach on the bed. He takes the pillow you're holding and places it under your belly, lifting your hips and ass towards him. You barely have time to react before you feel the substantial glide of his hard cock into your willing, waiting warmth.

He waits only a heartbeat before he starts slamming into you, his grip on your hips merciless as he uses you to vent his frustrations.

Job gone right, job gone wrong, doesn't matter. You're the prize he gets to claim when he comes home at night.

His chest against your back, his arms wrap around your shoulders, keeping you prone as he thrusts madly inside you, fucking away any worries or thoughts that are plaguing him. His teeth nip at your earlobe, his growls of pleasure clear as day. You can only take what he has to give, your hands bunching up the bedsheets.

"Take it, take it," he murmurs, the slap of his hips against your ass prevalent in the room. "My good girl, my perfect angel, making me all clean again.."

He's perfectly angled to hit your sweet spot, not being gentle about it, needing to get rid of the leftover adrenaline still pumping through his system. Your cries are muffled by your pillow. Use me, use me, use me you're mumbling, panting as he brings you to the brink and crashes into you, staying still as your warm wet channel traps him and pulsates, your walls tightening around him. Not yet satisfied, Dave gathers saliva and spits onto your asshole, spreading it open with his fingers before plunging in deep, only giving you a moment's respite to catch your breath before he starts fucking your ass, eliciting strangled moans from your sweet mouth. You know the safe word, the only thing that can stop this, but it never enters your mind to speak it. You need this as much as Dave does. Moments later you both come, your tight hole coaxing him to spurt his white-hot jets of his thick, sticky spend deep inside you.

Your alarm doesn't wake you the next day. What does wake you is the sound of the shower on and, quietly, almost as if he doesn't want you to hear him, Dave is singing.

Squinting as you get up you listen intently, trying to clear away the cobwebs of your interrupted sleep. Sure enough, you catch snippets of Dave's singing. Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name", and it brings a smile to your face. When he emerges, his song better heard as he comes back into the bedroom, towel slung around his hips. His eyes go a little wide when he sees you're awake and you swear it's the first time you've ever seen the man blush.

"What, no encore?" you tease, laying on the bed propped up on one elbow. "I was hoping you'd do 'Wanted Dead or Alive', or maybe 'Livin' on a Prayer.'"

"I didn't take you for an eighties music fan."

"It's considered oldies now."

He scoffs, dark eyes watching you with an appreciation for your barb. "Do you even know the name of the album those songs are from?" he challenges.

"Hmm.. I think it was.. Slippery When Wet." With that you pull she sheets away so he can get the entire view of you.

Dave smirks, pouncing on you and wasting no time in getting rid of the towel around his waist.

You get ready for the day, flannel shorts pajamas and a long-sleeve henley on under your comfy robe. The mornings are still chilly here, even in the springtime. You start a pot of coffee, all smiles as the day begins.

Dave comes out of the room, dressed casually in gray sweatpants and a navy blue tee. He sees you eyeing his crotch and he sneaks up behind you, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. "Can I have some?"

"I hope you're talking about the coffee, because I'm still pretty sore from earlier."

"I've got to remind you who you belong to now." He lightly spanks your butt.

"You can have some coffee if you give me a kiss."

"Where I want to kiss you isn't appropriate for the kitchen."

"You weren't saying that Tuesday night."

He chuckles at that and turns you around, tracing your jawline with his fingertip before cupping your face and going in for his kiss. His lips are soft, all form of facial hair shaved off just moments before, and his aftershave is subtle, something that reminds you of the ocean. There's a hint of toothpaste in his kiss. "Good enough," you say as you break apart, teasing even as your knees almost go weak from his touch.

You pour him a pot, fixing it just the way he likes, and it transports you back to those days, half a decade earlier, when you and Dave were the only ones in the household awake, sharing small talk over morning coffee, in the days before you found each other on a deeper level.

So much has changed. So much bad could have tainted what you have, but now you're on the verge of having everything you want.

When Ben is hungry Dave jumps into action, insisting on making lunch himself.

That catches your attention. "Oh? What do you plan to make?"

He blushes a little, a rare sight. "I may not be the greatest cook in the kitchen, but I do make a mean grilled cheese."

"Grilled cheese sounds perfect. Can I do anything to help?"

Dave shakes his head. "You can help by just sitting there and looking beautiful. It's the easiest job in the world for you," he says with a smirk, kissing her temple before starting on lunch.

You watch him as he moves around the kitchen, slight pauses here and there while he goes over a mental checklist of what he needs to do. "I don't think I've ever seen you cook before. It's kind of sexy." It's fascinating to watch him, seeing the concentration on his face as he gathers the ingredients, a pale blue kitchen towel over one shoulder.

"Are you trying to seduce me while I'm cooking?" His smirk makes her melt just like the butter in the pan he's heating up.

"Oh, if I remember correctly, you seduced me during various chores back in the day."

He laughs, remembering. "How could I be held accountable when you looked so god damn hot folding my clothes?"

"We did a lot of things we weren't supposed to," you reply. The past is still rife with unanswered questions and pieces of frozen time you wish you could change.. it's best not to dwell on it too much, and just face forward to the future. Nothing stops you from going up and kissing his cheek as he's at the stove. "Don't let the sandwiches burn," you whisper playfully.

The three of you sit down to eat in the breakfast nook. It's a quiet day before the hustle and bustle of play dates and office meetings. You wish you could bottle up this moment for all time.

"My favorite guys in the whole world.." You give Dave and Ben a warm smile. They smile back and Dave reaches out to give your hand a little squeeze. "I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am right now."

"Me neither," you tell him. "And we deserve it after all this time."

It's going to be a wonderful life.

"Thank you so much for waiting, Carol!"

A false smile is plastered on your face as you approach the table at the newest French restaurant in town. Wearing a crisp new white sheath dress, your neck adorned with the Anne Boleyn "B" necklace Dave gave you years ago, you give Carol a hug even though she hasn't risen from her seat to greet you, and she looks like she'd rather stab you with the butter knife than to show you any type of affection. But the fact that she even deigned to come all this way and see you is something of a relief.

You've spritzed on too much Marc Jacobs Daisy and you know it as she starts to sniffle. Sitting down across from her you study the woman you've now replaced.

She's older now, a few strands of gray in her dark hair, but it suits her. You know what Dave saw in her when they met, how he could have fallen in love with her, but times change. Both of you have changed too.

Carol says your name with an icy chill in her voice. "You asked me here. What do you want?"

The waiter comes by and you order an Aperol Spritz, and Carol orders a stronger vodka martini.

"It's a little early in the day, isn't it?" You smile at her, baring your teeth to show you can't be messed with. "Sorry to arrive so late. Dave and I just got back from the cabin- you remember the cabin, right? We spent a weekend there with our son just to get away, and it was so peaceful. I really love that little place."

Carol looks like she'll throw up if you don't stop talking, and part of you is keen on actually going that far.

"I'll dipense with the small talk," you say, thanking the waiter as he arrives with your drinks. Grabbing your sunset-colored drink with your left hand, you silently show off the engagement diamond Dave bought for you, sparkling in the afternoon light.

"Dave tells me you're seeing someone. I think that's so great," you emphasize the last two words. "Tom.. from Scranton?"

"Ted. From Philadelphia," Carol coldly corrects. "He's an investment banker."

"Ooh. A real wolf of Wall Street."

"You said you'd stop the small talk."

"I did," you smile somewhat apologetically after a sip of the drink. "I think it's a shame you're not letting the girls come to the wedding. Dave wants them there. I know it would make him happy for them to share in his joy of marrying someone he really loves."

"Is that the story they told you? That I'm the one not permitting them to go?"

You shrug good-naturedly. "It seems like you're a little jealous.. maybe you haven't yet accepted that Dave and I are together. And it's such a shame, really," you quickly add, seeing Carol start to turn red by your not-so-subtle jab. "Molly has her learner's permit and Dave's already looking at cars for her. Alice is interested in STEM summer camp, and who did she ask for the money for the registration fee?" You smile sweetly, pointing to yourself. "I happily gave it to her. She was pleased as punch, Carol. Dave and I don't know why you deny the girls anything when we can give them everything."

The ex-Mrs York has heard enough, and it shows in the way she slams her empty rocks glass down none too gently.

"You think your life with him is going to be perfect? Some kind of fairy tale born of the transgression you both took part in? You think you know David York?" Carol's smile is evil. "He cheated on me with you for months. I admit to having my suspicions, and he confessed everything to me after I showed him that disgusting video you sent me. You should have seen the tears in his eyes. He looked like a man repentant and lost.. he begged for me to stay with him. I almost did," she says, her eyes taking on a faraway look as if to imagine where that road would have led her.

"He admitted to everything. He sang like a canary. I know about the women before you, and believe me, they were younger and prettier and bouncier than you. But do you want to know what the best part is?" she whispers conspiratorily.

You're frowning, your drink practically untouched, gathering condensation. Your entire body is tense and you're gritting your teeth. You want to get up and leave but you're rooted to the spot. Some dark part of you wants to hear what happened after you destroyed the York family.

"After he begged me to stay and I refused, he begged for something else instead." A slow smile curls her lips upward. "He begged to make love to me. I shouldn't have, considering all he'd put me through, but it ended up being the best fuck either of us have ever had in our lives."

"You're a bitch," you whisper, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. You quickly rub them away, not wanting to give Carol the satisfaction of watching you cry.

"And you're just a kid trying to play with the grownups," she replies, her voice like ice. "I don't think you're anywhere near ready to fuck with me."

She gathers her purse, taking her time and enjoying the way you're lips are trembling with unshed tears. "Have you ever heard the term, 'how you get him is how you lose him'? Woman to woman, honey, I'm being candid with you. What he did to me he'll do to you. Men his age don't change. You just have to decide how much pain you want to live with."

She rises from her seat, a sweet smile on her face like her words hadn't just been spoken and eyes the necklace you wear. "You're a history buff, right? Then you should know that historically, second wives don't fare very well." She then snaps the string of pearls against your skin before leaving.

You hate it. You hate everything about today. The defeated feeling sits in your stomach like a large stone, replacing all the good and bubbly feelings you'd left the house with today, all your hope squashed and misshapen in the face of new information and intrusive thoughts.

There's a chill in the air as you leave the restaurant, the sky grey overhead. Moisture is in the air, impending rainstorms, quite the opposite of what the weather app predicted today. You walk to your car, having foregone using the valet service. Every available penny is going towards your dream wedding, despite Dave wanting to pay for it all himself. He's paying child support and alimony. You can't let him put himself in debt, no matter how many extra "jobs" he can get in the meantime.

It hurts to think about Dave in any context other than your fiancé. There's a desperate hope in your lungs that everything she said about him was a lie, a ruse to slap those rose-colored glasses right off your face. You can't let that bitch have the satisfaction of knowing it's working.

"Hey, miss! You dropped something!" A voice calls out behind you. You turn quickly, snapped out of your dreary thoughts. About thirty feet away a man is approaching, holding up a handkerchief. It's not yours, but despite your unsettled thoughts, you pull your phone from your camera and threaten to call the police. "That's not mine! Leave me alone!" Just to be safe you snap a quick picture of him, your other hand in your purse where your pepper spray is. The man puts his hands up and backs away, and you watch him until he's out of sight.

You open the door to your car, checking the backseat just to be safe. It's empty. Breathing a sigh of relief you start the car and head home.

Unfortunately, Carol's gotten into your head. You hate every word she told you, imagining over and over how Dave must have groveled for her forgiveness (if she's to be believed) and how powerful the emotions were when they had sex (again, if Carol was even telling the truth.) Despite her taunts, you find yourself wondering about other things you'd never put in your mind before. Other awful avenues of possibility have to be thought of.

You know all of Dave's dirty secrets. Not necessarily the details, but you've been trusted with things he'd never told Carol before. In times past that would have made you happy. Boastful, even. But now the devil on your shoulder is reminding you of little facts you'd never thought would pertain to you.

Like spousal testimonial privilege. If Dave is ever caught and would face a prison sentence, you'd be unable to testify against him.

You can't help thinking you're just a means to an end. And if you ever did threaten to speak out against him.. well, he's already planned to kill you once. That you know of.

Sitting across from him at the dinner table, the mood has taken a downward shift. You push the food around your plate, a frown etching lines onto your face as you avoid Dave across the table from you. He's chatting happily with Ben, encouraging him to eat some more green beans.

"What's wrong?" he asks you after giving his son a kiss on the head.

You glide your tongue along your teeth as you search for an answer. He'll see through a lie. But telling him the truth might be worse.

"Come on," he says softly, reaching your your hand across the table and stroking the top of it softly with his thumb.

"Do you love me?" you ask all of a sudden.

"Sweetpea," he says softly, "what kind of question is that? Of course I do." He brushes a soft kiss to your knuckles.

However, it does little to quell your fears. "Don't you hate me for what I did? For breaking up your perfect life with your perfect wife and kids?"

Dave's whole countenance changes. He releases your hand, wiping his mouth with his napkin before setting it down next to his plate.

"What did she tell you?" he asks, as if already knowing his ex-wife is to blame for your mood. "I told you it wasn't a good idea to meet with her. She's a manipulative bit-" he casts a quick glance at his son and changes his word. "She's manipulative. She wants to get under your skin."

"So you didn't fu-" now it's your turn to remember Ben and to change what you're going to say. "You didn't.. lay with her and beg her to take you back?"

"Sweetpea," he says, and you spot the vein in his forehead start to throb. He's anxious and feeling cornered. Nobody gives him those things better than you.

"Do you think any of that matters now? We're together, we're going to get married. Carol has no right to take up any space in your head."

His words ring true, but the selfish, self-antagonizing part of you refuses to let go. You're holding onto this pain like it's treasure. Because for the past few years, pain has been your only currency.

You want to ask why he's marrying you, why he's keeping you around after all. That odd man in the parking lot - was he hired by Carol? Dave? Could it have been a total coincidence? Your defenses are up and you know it's going to be harder to trust him now. You feel foolish for ever thinking things could be square between you and the man whose life you ruined.

From that night, things are chilly between you and Dave. It's like walking a tightrope, a balancing act between acting on how you really feel and risking everything because you're having doubts.You maintain a pleasant facade for Ben's sake, but you're already sleeping facing away from each other, the silent treatment a strain on your relationship, your sex life now nonexistent.

You hate feeling like this, becoming grateful for any little glance he throws you, and then shutting him down when you feel he's getting too close. Dave's no stranger to mind games. He plays them just as well, especially as you've become good at them.

It's an uneventful day when it happens. Paige is with Ben at the playground while you're folding laundry, storing it gently away. You grab Dave's shirts from the hamper, giving them a quick sniff at the collar to take in the last remnants of his cologne. The pain in your heart is starting to overshadow the anger and dismissiveness you've felt towards him these past couple of weeks. Maybe tonight you could forgive him, make his favorite meal and then lead him to the bedroom. Superficially speaking, you've missed the heavy press of him against you in the mornings, the way he'd come up behind you in the bed or in the shower and take what he wanted -- what you enthusiastically gave.

Monotonous chores help alleviate the pain of dwelling on your situation. It would be the easiest thing to go to the spare bedroom/office where Dave is working in quiet and sit on his lap, wrap your arms around him, tell him you want to forget your little tiff. But you also know you're not quite sure which of his temperaments you'll be met with. He might say all is forgotten and still hold it over your head.

But the injurious thought that perhaps he'll walk away still lingers, a grey cloud over what was once your surety, your happiness. You didn't come all this way and grow from broken glass just to fall apart in his arms again. He can come to you and apologize. Even if it takes forever.

You were a fool to think happiness was so easily achievable, that it was meant for someone like you. All this time you knew better and the moment he asked to be part of your life again, you gave up that hard-edged part of yourself you'd come to love. So much for independence.

A sound snaps you from your bitter train of thought, and readiness pauses you, your head on a swivel as you hold your breath and will your heart to pound a little less loudly. It could be nothing.

But you didn't reinvent yourself by taking every perceived danger as "nothing."

Your smart watch alerts you to the back door being opened and your heart nearly stops as your brain goes into overdrive. The person shown onscreen is NOT someone you know. Somehow he knew the access code.

As you're hurrying quietly to where you keep your gun, you use your watch to tap out a quick text to Paige telling her to keep Ben at the park. No reason to worry her, you just tell her you and Dave will meet them there later.

Dave. Where is he? Gun in hand you keep your back to the wall as you make your way to the hallway. Daring a peek out you see the opposite end of the house, and Dave's office with the door closed, a slit of light showing underneath the door. You hope he's gotten the door alert as well, but the fact that he hasn't left the room is concerning.

You move swiftly into the dining room, pausing in wait as you listen out for footsteps or anything that will help locate the intruder. And there it is - the soft scrape of a chair against the kitchen tile.

With your heart in your throat you charge into the kitchen, gun drawn on the intruder, and you recognize him at once.

About five foot ten, medium build, dark hoodie and black jeans.

It's the same guy from the parking lot that day you met Carol at the restaurant. And now he's in your house, an intruder in your safe place.

The gun in his hand as he lifts his aim registers for a split second before you shoot first, watching in horror and awe as your bullet blows him backwards against the kitchen door and he slumps against it, blood pouring from the exit wound at the back of his head.

Dave emerges from his office just in time to see you shoot, and the intruder crumple to the floor, a big black blood stain on your perfectly curated, lemon-themed kitchen. Definitely dead, if the singular bullet wound to the forehead is any sign. Nice headshot, he thinks, before picking up the dead man's gun and walking over to check on you.

You're on the floor, knees huddled to your chest. He takes the gun you're clinging to and gently removes it from your grip, placing both weapons on the table above you, out of reach. "Sweet pea.. are you okay?" He cups your face, brings your eyes to his but there's nothing behind them. You seem empty, a shell. He brings you close to him, holding you tightly and stroking your hair. "It's okay, baby, I've got you.." Above you the mirror hanging in the dining room is shattered, evidence of the intruder's only shot fired off. Just a few inches to the right and he would have killed you.

Dave places his sweater over you to keep you from going into shock, and within a matter of minutes he's called his team to come by. As they start on getting rid of the body and cleaning up the crime scene, Dave brings you to the bathroom and starts a shower. He undresses you with great care, and sheds his own clothes, testing the water before he steps in with you.

He washes your hair, using your favorite peony scented shampoo and lathering it well, letting the conditioner set in while he tenderly washes your body. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder after rinsing out your hair, making sure no bubbles are left.

"You know we can't stay here anymore," he murmurs to you, nudging your ear with his nose. "You know that, right, sweetpea?"

Numbly, you nod. You're still frozen, seeing that man's face in your mind, the look of shock that came over him as you fired the deadly bullet, the fine spray of scarlet that splattered against the pale yellow wall.

The kitchen looks brand new, as if nothing had ever occurred there. Dave's team had come in while you were asleep, practically dead to the world after taking a sleeping pill. You don't ask what happened to the body. You're pretty sure Dave wouldn't tell you anyway. It's not something you need to know. He'd called Paige and asked him to take Ben to her place, without going into too much detail.

Within the week the house is on the market, all your important possessions packed in a U-haul. You only allow a sliver of emotion to pierce your heart as you say goodbye to the home you thought you'd raise your son in. You had hopes and dreams of leaving it to him upon your death so he could raise his own family there. Now all that is up in smoke. Ben is snuggled in the backseat with Paige, both of them napping in the backseat. Raindrops plop on the windows, quickly cleared away by the windshield wipers' steady movement. The sky is gray, with thunder booming in the distance. Dave's hand is holding onto yours in your lap. There are too many unasked questions filling the space between you. Whether out of a need for safety or a need for delusion, you keep those questions to yourself, letting them dissolve in your throat. Only the occasional glance at Dave ensures that everything will be fine, especially when he catches your look and gives you that little smile that makes you melt.

He turns on the radio, searching for a station that isn't spotty due to the storm. An oldies rock station is playing "Livin' On a Prayer" by none other than Bon Jovi. You and Dave exchange a glance, little secretive smile gracing your mouths.

"Told you it's oldies now," you tease him.

He just chuckles, squeezing your hand and turning up the volume a little, singing to you.

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dadifer HELP ME

ive fallen for Nanny Ashtoreth 😔 and I can't get up 😔

can you make her look at me 💕💕 just once 💕 💕 please 💕💕

Ro, darling, this is the millionth time you've claimed to be in love with an iteration of my Serpent.

Go home, drink some wine, and stare at pictures of your... Caroline Forbes, was it?

Yes, go stare at her. She's less taken (and fictional but I'll let you live your life.)

#lucifer morningstar #dadifer is tired of this particular child's woes #good omens rp

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pearcecallahan · 1 year ago

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→ INTRODUCING PEARCE CALLAHAN

in character

Name: Pearce Callahan

Faceclaim: Ben Barnes

Gender & Pronouns: Cismale & He/Him

Age: 40

Birthday: March 3, 1984

Occupation: Psychologist

Neighborhood: Wrightsville Beach

Sexuality: Heterosexual

biography

Pearce Callahan was born March 3, 1984 to Caroline and William Callahan in London, England. Being the first of the Callahan children, he was their absolute pride and joy. It wasn’t until he was five when his parents decided to start to add to their family and eventually, he ended up with two brothers and two sisters, all of which is he more than protective of and he even stepped in as somewhat of a third parent and it wasn’t as though his parents were bad parents or neglectful but it was just that taking care of five children was a lot for a stay at home mother. He never minded helping anyways.

Growing up as the oldest of five siblings, Pearce knew that there was always going to be that expectation that whatever he did with his life, he was going to have to do something that would encourage the rest of his siblings to do the same thing. He’d been so sure he was going to be a writer, having enjoyed it quite a bit and even being pretty good at it, but after taking a psychology class as an elective course, he knew that he was destined to help people with their trauma and whatever else they wanted to work through. So, his major quickly shifted from creative writing to Psychology.

And that’s where he met he met his first wife, Veronica. She was everything to him and it was love at first sight. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and that’s why he ended up proposing before he even finished his masters degree. The two lived in a small apartment, him working as a psychologist and Veronica working as a nanny. His clientele built up slowly but surely. Apparently not fast enough for Veronica and she decided to sleep with one of the single dads she was being a nanny for. A man who had more money than he did but one he was sure didn’t love her the way that he did. Still, the money was what mattered to her at the end of the day and not the feelings that Pearce had for her.

So, despite everything that he would be leaving behind, he found that it was best to move to the states and that’s how he landed himself in Wilmington at the age of thirty. He started out practicing under someone else but eventually, after building his clients up, he opened his own office in wrightsville beach not too far from where he lives.

Pearce managed to find some friends to surround himself with the moment he found himself in town and that was the encouragement he needed to confirm that he’d fully made the right choice by leaving everything he’d ever known behind.

random facts

he can play the piano

he's huge on selfcare and has a skincare routine, and also takes regular bubble baths

still does a little bit of writing but nothing publishable

big fan of boba tea

#wnc.intro #about:pearce

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p4557 · 3 months ago

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Have y'all been under a rock??? No one in these comments ever heard of Robert Strong, Martha Moxley, Eliza Cooney or Mary Catherine Richardson Kennedy? Why do folks think that even Obama nixed this guy from consideration for his EPA? Here's a brief overview but ask yourselves why don't you already know these FACTS:

>Jeffrey Epstein's Lolita Express for at least 2 trips

>“Listen, I’ve said this from the beginning. I’m not a church boy. I am not running like that. I said in my—I had a very, very rambunctious youth,” (he was a middle aged man on drugs and traveling the world as Robert Strong) he said. “I said in my announcement speech that I have so many skeletons in my closet that if they—if they could all vote, I could run for king of the world.

>April 20th 2023 Billy Baldwin on X: "This is Mary Richardson Kennedy. Robert Kennedy’s 2nd wife and mother to four of his six children. She was an incredible woman. A wonderful mother, wife and activist. Sadly she is no longer with us. She cried on my shoulder about Bobby numerous times at their former home on Bedford Road, my former home on Chestnut Ridge Road, at the Canaan Ridge School and the Saw Mill Club. If Bobby were half a man she would still be alive today. It will all come out. His campaign will be over in weeks. If these walls could talk."

>January 29th 2025 Billy Baldwin on X:

"Bobby Kennedy was my friend. Our friendship didn't end when he abandoned his political integrity for Trump. It ended when his lovely wife Mary died. Had he protected her during that difficult time she might still be with us. And as his cousin Caroline stated, he's a 'predator.'" 6:32 PM · Jan 29, 2025

>He repeatedly lied about his alias: "Robert Strong" and the "catalog" until DJ Vlad cornered him: 43+ mistresses while married to Mary and he cataloged them by sexual act so she would find the list.

>All the women including the NANNY Eliza Cooney tell the same story about Robert Strong's unwanted advances.

>For young Eliza: under the kitchen table, in her bedroom with a request that she apply Kiehl’s lotion to his back & in the kitchen pantry until he was stopped by a workman.

>A heroin addict who eats the rat's eyes first.

>Not to mention decapitating the whale, the central park bear and other animal abuses.

>A man who repeatedly lies about his voice

>Organic TESTOSTERONE:

"When Kennedy emerged as a candidate for president, in April 2023, his body and face had become transfigured by what he has called a regimen of “organic testosterone.” Kennedy showed off his unusually puffy body in campaign workouts, going shirtless in an infamous push-up video. “I mean, he’s unrecognizable,” says a family intimate who has known him for decades. “It’s like a body-snatching thing."

>"When Kennedy was married to his second wife, Mary Richardson, he was known to text other damning images to friends as well—of nude women. Those friends assumed Kennedy himself had taken the pictures, but they didn’t know whether the subjects had consented to having their genitalia photographed, let alone shared with other people. When one friend lost his phone, he panicked that somebody might discover the images."

>Under oath he told a judge that he has cognitive problems specifically Short & long-term memory issues.

>The TRAGIC story of Martha Moxley & cousin Michael Skakel

>His 30 day stint in a non-USA jail prison

>The list goes on & on. He's always been a fraud.

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justinspoliticalcorner · 3 months ago

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Caroline Orr Bueno at Weaponized Spaces:

Leaders at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reportedly buried a report last week — produced by their own experts — warning that the risk of measles is higher in areas near outbreaks where vaccination rates are lower. It’s just the latest in a series of moves from federal health agencies that suggest major changes are underway now that an anti-vaccine activist is leading the nation’s health agenda. Asked by ProPublica why the CDC withheld the new report, the agency replied in a written statement that there was nothing to learn from the report and that the agency still believes that vaccination is the best way to prevent measles. But the statement didn’t end there, nor did it offer a recommendation that everyone should get vaccinated. “The decision to vaccinate is a personal one,” the statement said, echoing HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s own language about vaccination, which diverges sharply from how federal health agencies have historically talked about vaccination — as a public health issue, not a personal one. An HHS communications director confirmed that this language reflects the position of the new leadership, saying that “Secretary Kennedy believes the decision to vaccinate is a personal one.” But the truth is, when it comes to public health, there really isn’t such a thing as a “personal” or “individual” choice — because every choice we make as individuals has implications for the health of those around us. Framing vaccination as an issue of “personal choice” disregards the fact that choosing not to get vaccinated ultimately strips other people of their personal choice to stay healthy or to live a normal life. It’s important to keep in mind that the people choosing not to get vaccinated — the ones depriving others of the choice to stay healthy and disease-free — are, for the most part, healthy adults, while those who are put at risk by these decisions are generally either very young (infants), very old, pregnant, or immunocompromised/immunosuppressed. Take, for example, the story of a 9-month old baby girl whose choice to avoid preventable childhood illnesses was taken away from her by someone who made the choice to skip out on a routine vaccine. There’s a short, high-risk window of time between about 6-8 months through 12 months after birth when babies lose the immunity for chickenpox conferred by their mother in the womb but are still too young to receive the first shot in the vaccine series that prevents chickenpox. This window of time used to be much higher-risk before the chickenpox vaccine started eliminating the disease nationwide. Now, although it is still best to be cautious during that time period, the chances of running into someone with chickenpox are pretty low for the average American, and so most parents can breathe a sigh of relief, even with the knowledge that their infant hasn’t yet received the protection of the vaccine.

During this time, it’s generally advised to continue taking extra precautions like avoiding close contact with anyone who may not have immunity to chickenpox and shingles. In this case, the parents of the 9-month-old infant were already heeding that advice — and more — because at the time, the COVID pandemic was still raging. There were no play dates, showers, or mommy-and-me events; no babysitters or nannies coming into the home; no family gatherings where everyone passed the baby around to admire her. At the time this infant had her unfortunate encounter with a vaccine-preventable disease, she had spent the weeks prior in her home, with only her mother and father, who are both immune to the disease. The only exception was a trip to the grocery store down the street, and the time spent on the sidewalk in her stroller on the way there. While in the store, the parents avoided other shoppers and never brought their baby into the same aisle as another shopper, primarily because of their fears of COVID, not chickenpox. [...] Babies and young children aren’t the only ones who suffer the consequences of people choosing not to get vaccinated. In order for vaccination to work effectively, there must be a healthy immune system to produce an immune response to the vaccine and confer the associated protection from disease. Elderly folks, people who have autoimmune diseases, and people who are undergoing certain types of cancer treatment or living with HIV can’t rely on their own immune systems to produce the response needed to protect them from disease. That’s why they have to rely on the rest of us to make responsible decisions about our own health as well as the health and well-being of those around us. One of the major ways we can protect people like this is by choosing to get vaccinated, knowing that we ourselves may not be at a heightened risk of becoming infected with a vaccine preventable disease or suffering from the severe consequences of one — but also knowing that we’ll never be able to know which of our friends, family, neighbors, or just those people we see every week at the grocery store, may be relying on us to protect them. In the US, conservatives are most likely to view vaccination as a personal choice. And that makes sense, given that they tend to place a high value on individual liberty and having the freedom to make decisions without government or anyone else telling them what to do. But those same individuals also place a high value on things like personal responsibility and self-sufficiency — and that’s where their position on vaccinations starts to fall apart.

Framing vaccination as a “personal choice” issue is normalizing anti-vaxxer sentiments.

#Vaccines #Vaccine Mandates #Robert F. Kennedy Jr.#CDC #Coronavirus Vaccines #2025 Measles Outbreak

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4/4/2025

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Down The Stairs

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Beloveds

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sundayshorrorshow · 4 months ago

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Sunday Watches: Chucky (S1 E2)

Rating: 🩸🩸🩸🩸/5

Synopsis: After a vintage Chucky doll turns up at a suburban yard sale, an idyllic American town is thrown into chaos as a series of horrifying murders begin.

Welcome back besties for the resties!

So, we first open episode two to a vintage looking flashback of a young Charles Lee Ray on Halloween. There is this WONDERFUL vintage Halloween song playing in the background, it makes me happy stim. Anyway Charles is looking through his candy, as children do, when he comes across an apple. He picks it up only to realize that there is a razor blade in it. O-okay....?? He slowly brings the apple up to his mouth, knowing what's in it but he stops short. Thank God, he's smart. Just kidding he chomps down on the thing and smiles as his mouth bleeds. Yay....

We cut to present day, Jake is listening to Devon's wonderful podcast called Hackenslash. Devon explains that in Hackensack everyone is obsessed with Halloween and that violence always spikes on Halloween in the town.

Jake is in the car with his uncle, his uncle's wife and his cousin. He's coming back to school after the events. We see more of Junior's dad being a perfectionist and forcing that upon Junior. Everyone is talking about what happened to Jake's father and Oliver, one of his bullies, invites him to a Halloween party. Fun! I love underaged drinking! That's sarcasm by the way.

Junior and Lexy talk shit about Jake and how creepy the doll was. They then argue about her Halloween costume because, young love y'know? Devon talks to Jake in the hallway, Devon says he's sorry for his loss. Typical stuff.

Now, what's Chucky up to you might ask? Well back at Jake's uncle's house he starts messing with the maid. Yes, they have a maid. The maid messes with Jake's journal for a second before spraying Chucky in the face with cleaner, she's gonna regret that. In the kitchen she realizes all the knifes are blade up in the dishwasher. Chucky, being a petty little fucker, pushes her into the dishwasher and she gets a mouth full of knives.

Jake and Junior get home from school. Jake tries being helpful but it makes Junior crash out. They go into the kitchen, unaware that his maid is dead on the floor. Jake finally sees the maid and he's like "oh shit...call 911" y'know as normal people do. Junior is traumatized and his family is all like "she was like part of the family" only to know NOTHING about her. Right...part of the family...

The cop starts talking like Jake did something to the nanny. The parents get mad once Junior is brought into it and so they take off. AND NOW WE GET MY FAVORITE INTERACTION EVER! Chucky's sitting on the bed reading Jake's journal when Jake comes in-

"What the fuck did you do?!"

Chucky: "I didn't do it."

"What?!"

Chucky: "Swear to God, I didn't kill her."

Chucky then says Jake isn't good at writing, he should stick to sculpture. He's trying to get Jake to like and trust him. Chucky brings up how he has a 'queer kid' he actually has two but that's besides the point. He reassures Jake that he only wants to kill people who have it coming. His next target, Lexy. Jake says no.

Junior hears his parents talking about Jake. Jake also hears. When Junior walks into Jake's room he sees that Lexy's social media is pulled up on Jake's computer. Junior tells Jake to stay away from Lexy and then Junior hears Jake telling Chucky to leave her alone, Chucky punches him.

At Lexy's house her little sister Caroline is drawing a very detailed picture of Chucky. Lexy's parents drag her, especially her mother. Lexy says her sister barely knows she exsist. I'm saying this because one, Caroline is a comfort character to me and two Caroline seems to be autistic coded. I am autistic and I saw alot of similarities between me and her and other people seem to feel the same way.

Devon's mom, the cop, tells Devon about Junior's house keeper. His mother asks if Jake's father ever hurt him because he's gay. Devon is like "what are we talking about?" And then she leaves. Devon then leaves for the party. Jake finds out that Chucky is missing.

Chucky is on the move dressed up as, Hello Kitty. Or really he's just wearing a Hello Kitty mask which is SUPER ICONIC. He goes to this lady's house asking about a party, she tells him about the one Lexy is at and in return he gives her an apple...with a razor blade in it. What it is with bro and the razor blade apples?

At the party Jake and Devon get locked in a closet for a game of "seven minutes in hell" how original. Meanwhile, Chucky finds Caroline playing a video game. Caroline tells Chucky that he's really good at the game, he's like "you too fam, you too" he also says she has potential and that killing is good clean fun for the family. Caroline says that her mother says killing is bad, Chucky is like "man fuck your mother" and Caroline says her mother says swearing is bad and Chucky is like "man fuck your mother twice" he doesn't actually say that, I'm giving you the Sunday translation.

Chucky finds Lexy and Junior making out and he tries stabbing her through the bed. Chucky bro has terrible timing. Back in the closet Devon asks Jake what's wrong. Jake doesn't tell him. After they get out of the closet everyone sees what Lexy's costume is...and it's Jake's dead father. Damn. Jake is super upset, obviously. Jake confronts Lexy only to find Chucky behind her. He gets Chucky and leaves.

Back at the house. Chucky apologizes for hitting Jake. He also knows about Lexy's costume. He talks again about how some people just deserve to die. Jake takes Chucky's knife from him and Chucky is super happy about it. Aaaaand...that's episode two.

#sunday watches..🩸#chucky season 1 #chucky syfy

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readingforsanity · 7 months ago

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Fool Me Once | Harlan Coben | Published 2016 | *SPOILERS*

Former special ops pilot Maya, home from the war, sees an unthinkable image captured by her nanny cam while she is at work: her two-year-old daughter playing with Maya's husband, Joe - who had been brutally murdered two weeks earlier. The provocative question at the heart of the mystery: can you believe everything you see with your own eyes, even when you desperately want to? To find the answer, Maya must finally come to terms with deep secrets and deceit in her own past before she can face the unbelievable truth about her husband - and herself.

Maya Burkett, nee Stern, is a former Army captain and helicopter pilot. After an event that occurred during one of her deployments is leaked via a man known simply as Corey the Whistle, who allows whistle blowers to come forward with pertinent infomation anonymously and he leaks it to the world, she is given an honorable discharge and heads home to begin her life as a civilian.

Married into the wealthy and prominent Burkett family, her husband Joe, and she are parents to 2-year-old Lily, and live in New York City, and she begins working as a teacher at an airport, while Lily spends her time with her nanny, a friend of the family, Isabella.

However, Joe is brutally murdered in Central Park, and Maya witnessed the event. She claims that two men, in dark clothing and ski masks, attempted to rob them. After Joe was shot twice, she took off at a run in order to get away from the assailants.

Directly after the funeral, Maya is given a nanny cam from her best friend, Eileen. Eileen knows that Maya doesn't trust anyone with her child, and thus decided it would be a good idea to give her a digital picture frame masked as a nanny cam. However, a few days after the funeral, Maya is terrified to see her husband on the video, playing with their daughter.

Wondering if Joe had somehow faked his death or if someone is messing with her, she shows the video to Isabella. She claims that she doesn't see anything on the video, and when Maya turns her back, something she shouldn't have done in hindsight, Isabella attacks her with pepper spray, before running off.

Maya is reeling from the after effects of the pepper spray when she is confronted by the detective on Joe's case. He explains to her that the same gun used in Joe's murder was the same one used in her older sister, Claire's murder, that took place a few months ago. Maya further reels from this news, and she begins to wonder what the connection is.

After Isabella attacked her, Maya begin placing Lily in a daycare center that she had toured before Joe wanted to hire Isabella, whose own mother had been in his nanny growing up, and she begins to investigate both Claire and Joe's murders on her own.

Ultimately, she comes face to face with Corey the Whistle himself, who had been tailing her. He explains that Claire had come to him, begging him not to release the remainder of the audio tape that would further implicate Maya in her actions overseas, and in exchange, she began performing investigative work for him on the Burkett family. Maya understands now that somehow her sister and husband's murders were connected in more ways than one.

When she gets wind of payments being made to a man named Tom Douglass for the last several years, Maya begins looking into that angle. When she arrives at the Douglass home, his wife explains that she knows nothing about his private investigative work that he had been performing since his release from the military, and that she couldn't be more help. But Maya is able to connect him to another Burkett death: that of Andrew Burkett when he had been 17 years old. He had been partying on a yacht with Joe and their younger sister, Caroline, along with other friends from their prominent school outside of Philadelphia, on their way to Bermuda, when he had supposedly fallen overboard. He was reported missing and his body had been found nearly 24 hours after he had fallen in. Tom Douglass had been the man in charge with the Coast Guard for that death.

At one point, Joe had explained to Maya that Andrew's death hadn't been an accident, that he had committed suicide, and Maya believes that the family began paying off Tom Douglass in order to tell everyone that it was an accident as opposed to a suicide to protect themselves and their businesses.

Maya reaches out to the school in Philadelphia, after finding out that another student the same age as Andrew had also died shortly before Andrew did, and the headmaster provided to Maya that Andrew and the other student, Theo, had been roommates and Theo had died from alcohol poisoning. When Maya meets with his widowed mother, she explains that her late husband believed that Andrew's suicide was due to guilt.

Maya later learns that this is true: She was able to get in touch with another of the students who had been on the yacht, who had been living in a recovery center for various drug and alcohol issues, and he explained that Theo had been hazed by Joe and Andrew and himself, and they had carried him into the basement of the school, and began pouring alcohol down his throat until it killed him. Joe and Andrew were able to put his body somewhere that it would be found later, which it was by a custodian of the school. After returning to school after it's required weeklong closure, Joe returned but Andrew didn't, instead choosing to remain in therapy in order to get better. Christopher Swain also explains that at some point, Joe had also beat a child so badly with a bat that it cracked his skull, and after losing to another male student for a female's attention, set the room he had been in on fire and that he had barely made it out alive.

When she leaves the recovery center, she is approached by a white van and a group of men, one armed, attempted to kidnap her. But she was able to get away with the gun that she had kept hidden. In the end, she realizes now who is responsible for her sister's death. She meets with her brother-in-law, Eddie, who had been married to Claire and who hasn't been doing well since her death, but has been involved in helping Maya, and arranges for him to pick up her daughter from daycare. Afterwards, she heads to the address where Isabella has been hiding out at since their incident.

She confronts both Isabella and her brother, Hector, and realizes that the two of them were the ones who had set up the video in which Maya thought she had saw Joe. Hector, who was similar in build, played the body double while a photoshop expert placed his face over Hector's. It makes sense to Maya, since her daughter knew Hector and would go to him openly without issue. Isabella claims it is because their mother told them that she had killed Joe.

She is then confronted by Shane, one of her best friends, who says he has been tracking her. Ultimately, she confesses that the reason she has been experiencing such awful PTSD isn't because of the fact that civilians had died but because she doesn't. Two of their men had been calling for help, and instead of waiting for word to go ahead and shoot the SUV that had been barreling down on them, she told Shane that they had given the okay and shot down the vehicle, which had been filled with all civilians and no enemies, and the two men were able to be rescued, injured but alive.

Next on her list was to confront the Burkett family. She sits down in their massive home, waiting for them to return and confronts them after confessing to Shane that she had killed Joe. Joe had been responsible for her sister's death, and she had come to that realization when she returned home. She noticed that one the guns she kept in her gunsafe had recently been used, since it hadn't been cleaned directly after it had been fired, something she was meticulous about. She switched the guns, putting the unregistered one in a secret compartment in the gun safe, placing it's twin inside of the actual safe itself.

She explains to Judith Burkett, the matriarch of the remaining family members, that Joe had been responsible for Andrew's death, and acting as if she wasn't aware of this, she begins to try to reason with Maya. But, Neil, the youngest brother, decides to take matters into his own hands: he shoots her three times in the chest. But, what neither of them know, is that with the help of Corey the Whistle's faithful employee, the entire thing had been played live.

25 years later, Shane and Eileen meet again at the hospital, where Lily has just become a mother for the first time. Her husband is military, something that Shane believes Maya would have loved. Lily had been raised by Eddie, alongside with her cousins. Eddie remarried a woman named Selina 10 years after Claire's death. Lily smiles at Shane and tells him that they had named their newborn daughter, Maya.

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