#Dog-grooming tips and secrets

[petdogs]

How do you groom a dog at home?

Though it might seem like an unneeded luxury, regular care of your dog's fur, ears, nails, and teeth avoids painful and expensive health issues that may require a doctor. Grooming also keeps your dog smell-free and looking wonderful. Professional groomers handle many pet owners' chores; nevertheless, this can be expensive, and there might not be enough groomers in the vicinity. The good thing is that you can do some or all of the required grooming duties at home if you have the requisite patience, practice, and lots of praise and goodies. Read Here...

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Werewolf! Michael myers RZ Halloween NSFW Alphabet

Note: I wanted to do an NSFW Alphabet for the Werewolf Tall Mickey for a while now. This gif is giving me them Tall Myers vibes.

18+ Minors DNI

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex?)

Panting like crazy, he's been through so much fucking he's panting like a dog who ran a long way. He starts to clean himself like a dog licking your juices off his balls, which leads him to clean your back, which you don't mind. He then asks if you want food, which you replied with a yes to that. Eating in bed with making sure you're doing well after the fucking he did to your body, He'll lift you up to take a hot shower before bed.

B = Bodypart (Their Favorite Bodypart of their body and also their Partner's)

The giant is a Werewolf. His arms had a lot of strength to them to decapitated a victim, and the jaws he has, he would be breaking bones and crushing wind pipes with his large fangs.

You and your small frame to him perfect to him. He loves your soft lips that are so comfortable against his. He melts when you try to reach his face to cress it

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He has a breeding kink, and he's staying in deep till he fills you up real good.

D =Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to see you in loose lingerie, which he will try carefully to take it off in a creative way every time. A way of teasing you till be gets down to the night of breeding sex

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

He had none if you lived in a Sanatorium for 15 years, and you mostly did art in your room. You can only imagine it was when he got out he had seen Victims doing it, especially in his old abandoned house. He may have seen some videos online when you were at work.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, easy position to learn, and to see your face scrunched up in the amount of pleasure you're in. Cowgirl, you can ride and bounce on top while he watches you ride on his beast and play with yourself. Doggie Style, do I have to say why he loves this position? He'll put you into this position for a little rough fucking from behind. Mating Press, his breeding kink kicks in when he's ready to release his load into your warm womb. He'll stay in that position as a plug to keep his semen inside you.

G = Goofy (Are they more Serious in the moment, or are they humorous, ect?)

This time means I want to make you feel amazing in the moment, so he doesn't want the mode spoiled by something goofy during the act he'll become grouchy which will take forever to get him back in the mood.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the Carpet match the Drapes, ect?)

On top he has lovely long locks, he had grown out when he was in Smith's Grove with some stuble on his face, down below, it's a little forest, but a quick trim down there it looks better. When he goes wolf, looking a bit like an Old English SheepDog due to his long hair, and his abdomen is completely covered by his long wolf hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect..)

He's definitely wanting to give you a lot of kisses while praising your body during what he calls sometimes, "Breeding time," which is every time when you both have sex. Having him holding you in his arm in between rounds, he's careful not to be laying his whole body on you. Definitely saying sweet nothings in your ears during the round.

J = Jack/Jill off (Masturbation headcannon)

He doesn't do it often, but if that urge creeps on him, he's going to take care of it. He can turn you on by how he would show how he strokes, starts at the base of his shaft stopping halfway, then strokes fast at his tip. Making a wet sound from it, he will do that when he fingers you.

K = Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding, praising of any kind, Cockwarming, and size differents kink

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do )

This man wants to rut in the bedroom cause it's more comfortable for sexy time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

A touched starving man gets turned on by suggested touches on his body. He would be thinking about you with a heavy pregnant belly with swollen breasts for you and his pups that makes him go into breeding mode.

N = No (Something that they wouldn't do, turns offs)

Definitely, no mentioning Smith's Grove or Sister

Won't turn you into a Werewolf if you ask him. He loves you this way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills ect)

Definitely giving you some oral, eating you out like a straving beast. Michael definitely enjoys a good oral treatment on his disco stick (He'll pound you real good as a Thank you.)

69 is his favorite. He's eating you out while you're giving him head.

P = Pace (Are they Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Ect.)

Does start slow before picking up the pace and going to pound town. He doesn't want to go too rough on you, but he can't help it. He loves you so much. He'll go soft the next round

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on Quickies rather than proper sex, how often, ect)

Depending on how he feels, he would not be interested one day. The next, he's got you bending over the couch or counter and give you one. He'll be giving you more when he is done hunting.

R = Risks (Are they game to experiment, do they take any risks, ect

Out of curiosity or just getting horny when out in the woods, he would want to go down on you in the woods. Like a wolf in the wild, he will do the dirty with you on a blanket (so your back isn't pricked by branches just so you're comfortable while in pleasure Town) He might want to fuck you when he's in his Werewolf forme, his huge dick on you looks like it can't fit in and would tear your holes into one big hole (and a trip to the ER)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

Will go all night if he's back home early or he's having a day off, around 10 or 12 rounds, depending on how much energy he has that day. Morning sex is a big Yes for him.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You probably have a vibrator you have in your dresser that you would use before you met Michael. You take it out to use it when he's not home and needy of him. He finds it useless cause why would you use it if he can give you endless hours of pleasure from him.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

His form of teasing is showing you is the for mentioned of stroking his cock, and fingering while stroking his tip making a luded sound from it. Cockwarming is another form of teasing from him he'll be in you for a while till he's ready.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make?)

Loud Panting, grunts, and moans in his gruff voice, Hella hot.

W = Wildcard (Random Head cannons)

When you first met, Michael wasn't comfortable with you on seeing his face. He would wear his wore out mask or his Jack o lantern one. When is he ready for you to see his face he'll let you do the honor of taking off his mask.

Michael would, on occasion, pick wild flowers when he's out for you. He would come home with a big boutique of wild flowers he found in the woods.

He would make you a mask as another form of his love for you.

Michael may not look like it, but he deep down he wants to hear the sounds of little feet on the floor one day. He would wonder when the day will come you tell him that you want a baby.

X = X-ray (What's going on in their pants?)

Human: A good size, 7 inches with good girth

Werewolf: Hidden underneath his shaggy fur is a near 10 inches cock with big girth and knot (he won't put all of it in but started half before going in fully when you get used to his size)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive depends on his mood. He would be cranky one day the next day he's horny and uses his look when he wants to rut.

Z = Zzzz.. (..how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

After a shower and some leftovers, you cuddle up with your man clean clothes and dried you'll drift off to sleep. He'll follow suit when you're asleep and you're doing good after the pounding you got from him.

[minheelovelee]

Could you do the smut a-z for jo!!

jo a-z smut

thank you for requesting! i was super excited to work on this. loving loving loving jo so much today.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

gentle giant. he's quite good at aftercare. once he catches his breath, he'll get you whatever you need. bonus points are awarded for round two in the shower or bath.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes his partners' hair. grabbing it, pulling it, playing with it. he pulls his partner back by their hair during doggy. put that picture in your mind rq.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his favorite place to cum is inside your mouth. his partners can rarely fit his entire length inside their mouths. watching them struggle always tips him over the edge and get him shooting ropes.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he is a horny menace and wants to get caught. just once or twice, he wants to be seen with his hands shoved down your pants and teeth on your neck. he doesn't get a lot of credit from his roommates and is always excluded from sexual discourse. he's too shy to say anything, so he speaks with actions. he'll purposely leave the door unlocked while you suck him off. he gets risky with his hands during group activities. he's only seen when he wants to be seen. if you're willing to participate, he would love to get a blowjob in a public bathroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

probably has no experience. but, it wouldn't surprise me if he's gotten an accidental handjob or seen boobs a few times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

something about cowgirl. it does it for him. he likes thrusting up when you're hovering above him. he gets great access to your boobs and neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he gets into his head and comes off as serious. he takes sex seriously and values his partners. he tries to laugh off little mistakes or mishaps. otherwise, sex with him is extremely intimate and special.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like he doesn't shave. maybe he does a little taming, but he would never go bald. he would feel too naked while being naked.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sex is very important to him. he doesn't tread lightly and he likes to set clear boundaries. he's always asking questions on how to pleasure you. even when you're too shy to respond, he reads body language well and learns from mistakes. he's a terrible fwb.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

secretly, he's such a horn dog. he has to jack off at least 5 times a week. there's a lot of pent up energy and emotion within jo, it could very well express itself through his sexuality.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

size kink. his size kink is crazy. he was blessed with a giant body and he's learning to use it well. he doesn't realize it's something that turns him on until he meets someone really small who he wants BAD. when his mind drifts into thoughts of their small, tight body, he realizes why he's down so bad. "small girl big cock" is his most recent porn search.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he likes somewhere with a little risk. the couch always gets his heart pumping. he likes the bathroom, too. when his friends pound on the door asking him to hurry up... poor boy hasnt even touched the shower yet. he was too busy eating you out against the counter.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you wear his clothes.

seeing you be assertive or confident.

jealousy/when other people look at his girl.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he's quite risky, but i think he draws the line at non-con. cnc could be negotiated.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's 50/50 on the giving/receiving spectrum. he LOVES eating pussy. any position, anywhere.

but receiving... he loves loves loves getting head too. shoving himself down someone's throat is the highlight of his week. especially if they choke a little.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think he switches it up. he either takes his time with a slowwwww pace, or likes things quick and dirty.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he's not big on quickes. but i will say, the second he finds himself alone with you, his hands are immediately tangled in your hair.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

hes actually a very brave boy when he gets comfortable with sexual encounters. a little exhibitionism never hurt. he's a "go with the flow" kind of guy, so he never says no to something his baby wants to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he actually has great stamina. he's okay for 2-3 rounds, and would go all day if he was in the mood.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't own any. he likes restriction, but he has the strength to hold you back himself. he might find himself owning a gag at some point.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he is such a lover. teasing isn't a big thing for him. but, he is firm when it comes to punishment and following through on his word. if he says you're not cumming tonight, you're not cumming tonight. sorry.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's not loud, but he makes a lot of noise. if that makes sense. he's always asking questions and looking for ways to make sex more pleasurable for the other party. a very sweet boy who talks a little and groans a lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves seeing you in his clothes. wearing his shirts or sweatpants is a sure way to get his attention. some of his fondest sexual memories consist of you wearing his clothing.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his cock is huge. just trust me. those long legs, arms, and fingers can only mean one thing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

jo is a very nice boy who always respects boundaries. when he's in a relationship, he is horny ALL the time. like im not kidding its weird. he gets possessed by a sex demon when his significant other is around.

overall, his sex drive is above average. he's just really good at hiding it from people he's not fucking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

jo likes snuggling after sex. he's bound to fall asleep. he does so much work during sex, there's no way he isn't exhausted. i'd give him thirty minutes before he's conked out.

[belladonna-sh]

Atsushi NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's a definitely new to it, and you're more than likely his first. If it's you guy's first time he'll probably be overwhelmed and still trying to accept the fact that someone actually loves him enough to have sex with him. He'll cry. When it becomes a more routine thing he'll always make sure to praise you and tell you how good you did then help you clean up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If you go to the Bungo Stray Dogs Character Wiki, in Atsushi's likes and dislikes in cannon he dislikes himself. So I have a hard time believing he actually has one on himself. If he had to choose he'd choose his Tiger form because it's stronger than his own normal body and has more of a chance at helping people.

On his partner he likes their lips. They kiss him, pleasure him, talk to him, comfort him. If you sit near him at the ADA office, you'll always catch him staring at them.

He also likes tits. It doesn't matter what size he just wants to suck on your nipples.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ever since he left the orphanage, he's developed a better diet now that he has the resources to do so. His cum isn't watery but not thick either, it's just in the middle. It's taste is salty, but not disgustingly salty.

He doesn't wanna cum inside without a condom unless you have reassured him multiple times and have physically showed him your birth control pills or have explained to him any other form you might have. If he's doing it without a condom and still wants to pull out he gets really turned on seeing your stomach or ass covered in his seed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to soft dom him. Ride him and tell him how good he's being for you or prolong his orgasm for little while jerking him off and he'll turn into a whiny mess.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Nope. Virgin. Again you're more than likely his first, and he doesn't know what he's doing but he's determined to make you feel good, so he picks up fast on your turn ons and turn offs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he wants to see your face and be able to kiss you when he wants to. He likes seeing how your face looks when he hits the right spot. He likes it side ways too, especially in the morning. When he wakes up with morning wood and you offer to help him, he'll just lift your leg up and push his tip through your folds.

Cowgirl for when you dom him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's serious about making you feel good, but not to the point where he has a stoic face the whole time. He likes that you giggle with him when your bodies make embarrassing noises. He just sometimes needs to be reassured that you're laughing with him and not at him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He'll ask you how you like it. He personally doesn't like it naked though, he thinks it's itchy. He'll just trim to what you like, he really doesn't mind. He also doesn't expect you to always be fully trimmed either.

The hair is a darker, more greyish colour than the hair on his head. And it's curly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He doesn't put much thought into it. He believes sex in itself is romantic. Even if he's needy he'll always whisper sweet nothings to you and take time to worship you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He mostly does it to release pent up stress from work or in the morning to take care of his morning wood if you aren't with him.

Before you were with him he'd get it over with and then clean up. Now he tries to tease himself like you do. He'll trace over his veins and his slit and drag out his orgasm until tears are running down his cheeks and his stomach is burning.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise Kink: His whole childhood he was degraded and dehumanized by his headmaster. There's nothing else he likes more than you telling him how much of a good boy he is while bouncing on his cock.

Mazophilia (Breast Fetish): He doesn't know why, but he's just loves laying on top of you and sucking your nipples. You have hickeys all over them that he didn't even mean to give you

Being (softly) dommed: Like I said in 'D' he loves being dommed by you. Ride him and tell him how good he is and he'll turn into putty in your hands.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He lives with Kyoka. (It's canon he sleeps in the closet to give her privacy.) Because of this he'd prefer doing it at your place. (Or in the closet???)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets flustered by almost everything you do. Leaning over his shoulder to help with work? Boner. Fighting an enemy to protect someone? Boner. Clothes looking a little too tight? Boner. Whisper an 'I love you' in his ear and he's putty.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Spanking. Bondage. Choking. Even if you explain to him it brings you pleasure and you don't have to do it to him, he'll get turned off and defensive saying he doesn't want to hurt you or be hurt.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Against popular belief I think he prefers receiving. Not because he doesn't wanna pleasure you, he does and will always offer before asking, he just doubts his skills.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll start out slow and then work his way to a pace you both enjoy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I don't think he'd like them too often. You've done a few and he still tries to put some kind of intimacy into it, but it just doesn't work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No. He doesn't like the idea of possibly being caught having sex. If the matter is pressed more than he likes he'll get defensive.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He only lasts long when you drag out his orgasms. But if he's on top he'll finish in a few minutes and use his fingers and mouth to get you off.

It depends on his mood for how many rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely didn't own any before you. You probably had a vibrator that he uses on you when he finishes too early. And he likes when you put it on the lowest setting and hold it against his tip.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not mean with teasing, it's just playful. If you arch your back a certain way he'll say something sly like, "oh, you like that?" In a giggly voice and shit-eating grin on his face. It's a whole different story when you tease him though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If he's on top he groans a lot into you ear and whisper praises to you.

If he's on bottom he whines and begs a lot.

Either top or bottom he gets loud when he's about to finish. He'll probably speed up too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can be sarcastic. He usually only is when someone else is being snarky to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5.8 when soft and 6.1 when fully erect. Because of where he grew up he isn't circumcised, but his tip would definitely be pale pink. His shaft is very pale, so you can make out all the blue veins running down it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It got higher when you came into the picture, but he's usually away working or resting to indulge in them all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cumming really tires him out, but he'll always help you clean up before falling asleep.

[petsgrooming]

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Dr. Lamb sat back in her office. All around her she could hear the nighttime heart of the Drop coming to life. Bawdy music, glass smashing, arguments keening up above the tenements, high-pitched laughter.

In her own mind, there was a deafening silence. Something was battering itself against the upper parts of her brain and she didn’t want to let it out.

She gazed down upon her notes. At first, they were only marks on a page; the slashes of some other person from some other time. She remembered how the group had exited: slowly, some still sniffling. The way arms came out; hands grasped each other. The group had walked into the room one by one, and it had left in a mass.

For individuals to unify: she had not asked for that. She had shown them ways to identify emotional and social problems; she had shown them ways to disentangle emotional reasoning from the logical; how to use lists and writing. She had not said, “Go, leave as a single unit, altogether.”

And they had not been fools. No, they were educated human beings; they repeated the philosophy back to her without trouble. But each person—without more than four or five sentences to one another mere minutes before—had gravitated to the others. The physicist had taken the arm of the actress and the editor, started talking in a low voice to them both; the track star had bumped up into them, tipping his hat; the housewife pulled on the track star’s sleeve and began to chatter breathlessly. Like a pack of dogs, they’d jostled as a unit out into the street.

A memory unfolded: the Sinclair lying battered before her broken window. The mass of humanity that opened before her where they had closed on him—like the jaws of a beast.

She alone stood singular.

She alone.

A horrible shock: did Ryan stand alone? Did Fontaine? Did any industrialist? When had she ever seen them without individuals whirling beneath them like bees below their queen?

She leaned back in her chair, took off her glasses, began cleaning them with a cloth. Her office loomed around her in indistinct shapes and colors.

Bees.

Like bees.

Like termites. Like ants. Like fish. Like birds. Like wolves. Like great apes.

Oh. This was not a good thought. This was not a good thought at all.

If God were objective reality, she felt as though he had turned. She no longer gazed upon his back, but upon his burning face: light years away, and still it burned.

“You fool,” she said to herself, first. Then: “You fool.” For she thought of Ryan.

Of course the truth was all around him. It was all around her, too. It had always been, hadn’t it? As a child, she had been unsettled about all she could not know; how could one make the most satisfactory choice without knowing everything? And here she was, at least one foot on shifting sand.

Oh, God. Oh, what if both her feet…

No helping that. Here was the problem: if man was an animal, he was a social one. Was he not? Did he not instinctively seek out the city rather than the hermitage? And where in the philosophy was there allowance for man’s sociability? Sociability with true intimacy, flesh upon flesh, hand upon hand, without fear of destruction. When animals interacted with their groupmates, there was mutual grooming; safety in numbers; alerts for both danger and opportunity; singing; play for both practice and relaxation; protection; aid without expectation. Whereas in the philosophy, individuals walked side by side, but between them were gulfs; they feared each other, they hated each other, they resented one another. A man who reached out to another with the intent to help or soothe would be feared, not welcomed.

The philosophy’s weakness opened up to her like a terrible secret. For by forcing gulfs between individuals, it created a physical need in those animal bodies—to be touched, to be needed, to be held—until they could not resist any such call at all. Any vulnerability, any show of possible allyship, and suddenly they fell utterly helpless to the siren calls of their own bodies.

Did the physicist really have anything in common with the editor or the track star or the chemist? Perhaps in the actress, for she was conventionally pretty, and he was probably heterosexual. But the way he had instantly leaned into the older women, the way he had happily shaken hands with the track star… the joy on all their faces, as though meeting old friends.

It was far easier to imagine relationships in terms of sex. It was easier for her to think: of course the physicist would like the housewife and the actress; they are young and pretty, and he spoke of no romantic attachments. But that was too easy. That was how children looked at relationships: Mr. X likes Ms. Y, therefore they shall get married, and have a little X and a little Y. All this when relationships could fractal out beneath a human being in a thousand flavors, feelings, meanings, needs, of which sex was only one possibility—as equally complex and compelling as a friendship, but also only a possibility among possibilities.

She had begun writing. When had she begun writing? She wrote madly, pen shivering under the light. The face of God burned down upon her. The face of God burned down and she, too, burned. She burned alive.

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[cassieuncaged]

Uneasy Alliance - Chapter 1

Cassie Cage x Nyx (my oc)

Summary: When Kano decides he needs to hunt down a turncoat agent, it's up to Cassie to to protect her.

TW: canon typical violence, language, etc.

WC: 1.2 K

A/N: With the new MK game coming out, I decided to repost my old Cassie/Nyx story in hopes of continuing it. Also, Nyx might be back now.

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Cassie sat in command central, tapping her fingers on the counter. Incensed by being blatantly ignored, she snapped her gum aggressively. General Blade slammed a fist against stainless steel.

“What’s more important than this debriefing¸ commander?” Sonya looked up from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, equally tired as she was annoyed. Letting reflective aviators fall to the tip of a rounded nose, Cassie heaved herself up onto the counter. Classified folders were carelessly knocked to the ground.

“What’s more important is the Special Forces teaming up with one of Kano’s hired gun? This could really bite us in the ass.”

“Codename Nyx has some intel on the Black Dragon, commander.”

“Nyx? Is she going to hand over all of Kano’s secrets before selling us some shitty make up?” Cassie bristled upon receiving a cool silence. “You of all people should know what the Black Dragon is capable of, General Blade.”

Sliding to booted feet, the younger woman flattened her palms on her hips. Sonya pressed her tongue flat against her front teeth, counting to ten before turning her back to the commander. This was her subordinate first, daughter second.

Lest she say something she'd regret.

Cassie may have looked identical to a Blade though she acted and sounded like a Cage. Johnny would be proud, probably encouraging his daughter if he weren’t currently in Australia for a shoot. Now she was in charge of her entire faction and a kid that had never really grown out of her rebellious teen phase.

“Remember your station, commander.” Though the warning meant little to her daughter who only blew another bubble before obnoxiously snapping her gum once more before being swallowed by the sliding doors.

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Wriggling, the burlap scarped against her cheek again.

Her breath was hot against her upper lip, cuffs chafing the fair skin of bony wrists. Understanding the constraints was simple though it did nothing to make Nyx any less anxious. But she’d had her slate cleaned before, this was no different.

Then why was she so nervous? It wasn’t an emotion to she was used to experiencing anymore.

An empty confidence had replaced anything she’d been before Kano, making Nyx a cold-blooded killer with a trained trigger finger. Yet, a ball of lead had settled in the pit of her stomach. All she’d known in this husk of a life was showing up at the Black Dragon once a week, getting her marks and cashing in the others that had been silenced.

Kano had groomed her, hardening her heart until it was icy and uncaring. Profiting off her duty to protect her family by becoming a ghost. Taking advantage of a troubled specter that did nothing but wallow alone in the night.

No. She wouldn’t cry. Not now, not because of him.

The armored truck hit a shallow pot hole, sending her sharply off the bench as the chains around booted ankles kept her grounded with a painful thud.

She wanted to scream at the military dunces that loaded her into this high-tech paddy wagon, to take back all the information she’d promised General Blade. Maybe they’d be forced to put her down like a dog in the alley.

It could all be over.

As soon as any cogent plan for escape came to mind, the truck stopped as the sound of several others followed suit. There was a cacophony of doors being opened then slammed shut, voices talking over others until booted feet stopped at the mouth of the van.

She could see nothing, only fabric as dark as night with her own white hair sticking to it. Doors creaked open, sunlight blasting into the compartment. Looking at the source confirmed nothing, as the sound of pointed steps came closer mixed with gum being snapped.

“General Blade?” the assassin attempted to sound cordial, especially to the one person who could keep her safe from the Black Dragon.

“ERRRR,” The imitation buzzer noise was enough of answer as the unseen figure pulled the fabric from her face. A blonde who was the spitting image of Sonya stood at Nyx’s feet. “The answer we were looking for was ‘Commander Cage’.”

Sporting reflective aviator sunglasses, it didn’t take long to put two and two together.

“I was expecting your mother.” Procuring a key, the blonde leaned down to undo the ankle restraints before bouncing back up.

“You got mommy issues too?” The prisoner stiffened as Cassie audibly sighed in annoyance, “Relax. You’ll be face to face with good ole mama Blade soon enough. Have to get you debriefed so let’s get on our feet and start walking.”

Shuffling onto heavy boots, Nyx couldn’t help but stare at the curve of the woman’s back side in a rather tight uniform. Damn, it had been a long time.

“Oh yeah, be on your best behavior. Got a couple pistols that are always itching to fire some bullets into a pretty face.”

Hopping easily to the asphalt, the woman followed in suit. Blinking as the bright sun burned sensitive corneas, she wobbled to the ground. The compound was filled with hundreds of soldiers, milling about or goose stepping.

It was enough to make Nyx uneasy, swallowing dryly at nothing.

What had she gotten herself into?

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“Jacqui was supposed to bring her out,” Sonya paced, “Not you, commander.”

“I outrank her,” Cassie shrugged, eyes glued to the young woman on the other side of one-way glass.

“What have I said about pulling rank?”

“Do it?” Kano’s turncoat was a similar build to the blonde, probably close in age. According to Sonya, everything about the woman had been wiped a long time ago and she wasn’t ready to share.

No concrete information remained. Other than her Black Dragon ties and her code name.

Nyx.

Cage liked it, though she’d never admit aloud. To be a shadow in the dark that no one could catch. It seemed more ideal than being the offspring of the Johnny Cage. In fact, she didn’t follow in her father’s footsteps in an attempt to sidestep predictability.

Keep everyone guessing.

“Little Ms. Night Shadow have an agenda?” Pulling her sunglasses away, the commander took a moment to study their captive. Long, stick straight hair that fell to broad shoulders. Dyed down the center, one half was jet black while the other was white as snow. A lot of black leather and fishnets, topped off by a Sisters of Mercy t-shirt and fingerless gloves.

“Did you listen to a thing I said, commander?” A few of the privates tittered, falling back when Briggs demanded they do so.

“What? No. But I want to know what we have on her.”

“Do you ever read the briefings?” the general sighed, becoming agitated by her daughter’s unprofessionalism.

“Skim. I skim. Why’s she here?” After a moment, striking eyes met her own. Nyx saw her own reflection though Cassie thought she felt a presence. Searching someone's soul unknowingly. Yet there was a gnawing voice in her own head that informed her next words. “Let me talk to her.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Please.” There was something compelling about the woman, “I can do it. I won’t fuck it up. Pinky promise.”

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7. Once upon a time in the upper west

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH, SELF-HARMING, GROOMING AND MATURE CONTENT

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(@gossipgirl tweeted)

GOOD morning, followers. In New York, Thanksgiving is more than a day to plan seating charts, triple-check that New York Times recipe, and brace for family arguments. Thanksgiving is also the favourite holiday of yours truly. It's a time to be grateful for what matters. And this year, I'm most grateful for you. For your secrets, your lies, and all the tips you've given me. So try to enjoy the tryptophan and relax. But don't relax too much. Because no matter where you might be celebrating, I'll always have a seat at the table.

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"There's something you're not telling me," Monet exclaimed, standing behind Winnie, helping her put on her infamous spider necklace.

The Dubois heiress cast her an odd look through the floor-length mirror they stood in front of, "What do you mean? All week we've acting like we're in some little fuller house special. I have nothing to hide."

Monet snorted, "I liked to think of it as the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, minus the heteros, but we all know secrets are part of you. So spill."

"There's nothing to spill," Winnie shrugged her off as she put up her hair into a tight ponytail.

Every brush she did she winced, scalp seething with pain but she pushed through.

Monet's eyes softened and helped Winnie, pushing her closer to her bed.

The De Haan teen was close to taking out her twists, she loved them but they were growing and showing her natural strands and she couldn't abide it.

Winnie sent her a small smile, "It's Thanksgiving, Margaux and Luc will dont do Thanksgiving, and neither do I."

"Celebrating the slaughtering of the innocence I thought that was your forte," Monet breathed out.

Winnie eyed her, finding her terminology quite odd.

Monet added rather anxiously, "What I mean is, it's cutthroat, don't the Dubois like a good feast?"

"It's an American holiday and as much as they adapt to the American culture because they were born here as well as several generations of my family, we all cling to our French roots like white on rice," Winnie ranted, sending her an appreciative look after seeing not one strand was out of place.

She caught a few of Monet's dogs calmly strolling around in her room.

"No bullshit, why did you get called into the headmistress's office?" Monet pressed, coming to stand between her legs.

Winnie's eyes grew heated as she let her gaze drag up and down, "Family shit."

"You missed all the drama with the ratty groomer, he's locked away, no bail, some of the parents of the seniors he was scissoring must of had a say."

"Max's parents right?" Winnie received a nod, "Yeah he's been hitting me up."

"And you've been avoiding him, why?" Monet folded her eyes, wanting the gossip since she'd been on the outs.

"Thinking of the right way to shame him."

"Winnie!"

"Not for being groomed, I'm not that bad." Winnie held up her hands defensively and rolled her eyes at the sigh of relief she heard. "Queer Kurt Cobain ditched Ginny for his Ménage à trois, truthfully I get the appeal, two heads are better than one, but it's the manner in which he cast her aside. She's been his ugh and I hate saying it... his rock and he took her shoulder he pathetically cried on for granted. It's treason."

"Wouldn't call it that, Ginevra isn't the queen," Monet stated, settling her hands on Winnie's shoulders, breathily sighing when she felt hands at the back of her thighs.

"We're each heir to our family's fortunes, so yes we are, therefore it's the highest treason."

So it's off with his head, she thought, thoroughly amused.

"I'm an heir," Monet pointed out, breath hitching when Winnine's hands roamed.

"Which makes you a Queen."

"Just anyone's?"

Winnie argued, "New York's, so you have some competition with me."

"Let me repeat the question, am I just anyone's Queen?" Monet reiterated, cupping her face.

"You're mine Mon, is that what you want to hear?" Winnie rasped, tilting her head back as nails delicately trailed her neck.

"I want you to scream that in bed," Monet whispered as their lips trailed against the other.

Winnie huffed and pulled Monet forward, gripping her waist as she straddled her legs.

"That I'm yours and you're mine? What are we exclusive now?"

"Do you want to be?" Monet squeaked when her skirt inched up.

"Well, I don't want anyone else to have you," Winnie stared up at her, with gentle eyes.

More gentle than anyone knew they were capable of being.

"Cute, but I'll need you to say it, so it can be held up in court," Monet teased, basking in the warmth she felt.

It was always warmth, their touches were like fire and kisses like a blaze of euphoria over her skin.

Winnie appeared smug, "Courthouse's and professions of my undying desire for you, are we getting married?"

"This state permits our potential union," Monet smirked at the eye roll she obtained.

"Aww, now Manhatten won't get dragged," Winnie teased, tugging her closer.

"Winnie..."

Winnie quite liked it when she moaned her name so she conceded, "Fine, I want to be exclusive."

"Good," Monet's eyes glistened with joy, "because I too, want to be exclusive."

Winnie paused her elation, "Still in secret though?"

"Until the time is right," Monet muttered, slightly cautious.

"Who knew Monet Makeda De Haan was a pussy."

"I am what I eat, so now let's seal this milestone with a kiss," Monet basked in the laughter she received from her quip and leaned in.

Just as their lips were about to meet, a voice interrupted them.

"Monet! You'll be late. Winifred, your mute guard is here, hurry, appearance and attendance are everything!" they heard Camile scream from the ground floor.

Winnie dropped back in annoyance.

Monet groaned, "Coming!"

Winnie chuckled, erotic images came to mind, "A phrase you said many times last night."

"And this morning, can't forget the dirty details, Dubois," Monet winked as she got off of her.

"I doubt I ever could."

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"You made it exclusive, but didn't seal it with a kiss? Have I taught you nothing?" Ginny questioned quietly as they strolled through the school.

"Drop the dramatics, I know you're hurting, direct your energy onto that," Winnie retorted, shooting her a glance.

They both appeared more... tired, not as vicious as usual, not just them but the school overall was off, ever since the public arrest of Mr Caparros.

"You're deflecting," the blonde addressed. "And you haven't gone home since the riots."

Winnie groaned, "Ouch, you know why I haven't. Besides I'm going today, I have to or the dementors will send a swat team to drag me to the Ostroff Centre," she lowered her voice towards the end, "I swear I never saw the similarities between Margaux and Joan Crawford until now. Tonight I might freeze at the sight of wired hangers."

A brief smile made its way onto Ginny's face, "Well, your mom does have a certain old Hollywood vibe to her."

"Old yes," Winnie murmured, glaring at Miss Keller who swiftly passed with her band of anxious teachers.

"All the teachers are acting more insane than usual," Ginny gagged when they almost bumped into her.

"I'd rather them insane than predatory," Winnie said a little louder, freaking out the students around, before her eyes narrowed onto someone she wanted to see, "Speaking of that, I spotted the big bad Wolfe, give me a second."

"Winnie not now," the girl broke out of Ginny's grasp before she had a say, "and she's off."

Winnie materialised in front of Max like a vampire making him jump, then sigh when she smacked his books out of his hand, alerting a few onlookers to the scene, luckily Ginny who stood afar warned them not to take out their phones with a single look.

"Seriously? What is this, CW bullying?" Max felt too exhausted to pick up his books.

"With that receding hairline Max... they would probably cast you so yes, but that isn't the only thing I have a problem with," she scoffed, shaking her head, "I see you've settled for Ginny's clone. And here I thought it was the drugs that made you all twisted or was it the manipulation of a grown man?"

"A little early for all this questioning Pooh Bear. couldn't you wait? I tried calling but you were ignoring me," Max frustratedly restored, furrowing his brows.

"For a reason," Winnie gritted her teeth, "and for what it's worth, I thought you were decent as a peer. I even played a part in making your obsessive crush on that poorer-than-poor Predator disappear. And this is how you repay me? Ginny? But calling quits?"

Max continued trying not to flinch at the mention of the jailed teacher. The moment he discovered the other students that Rafa was pursuing he laid off, and tried sabotaging his career, hoping that gossipgirl would aid him but that wasn't the case and the whole plan backfired. But that's when the regrets multiplied, time sought Rafa out, indulged in flirting, followed him around, desired to feel something, hands on his body, lips on his...he felt sick. Disgusted with himself and knew he had to distance himself from the very girl who helped him, forced open his eyes to see that he wasn't okay, unhealthy and unhappy.

Scared that if he could be burned, scolded by the anonymous app, he didn't want Ginny to be scathed, so he made sure she could get out while she still could, leaving him to the comfort and extra sensual hands of his dear friends. He thought it was easier that way, even if it was a secret, it soothed him.

Max huffed quietly, "I didn't ask you to do that, nor did I think this thing between me and Gin would progress, I thought she was using me as a pawn in your game."

"So you treated her like Dr Phil, now that's insulting," Winnie sneered.

"I liked Ginny, no I like her but it won't work and she knew that. I was too –"

"High? Drugged up? God Max we know," the boy looked hallowed out in her opinion, "but that doesn't mean you had to use her."

Max deadpaned, "Pot. Kettle, Black."

Winnie reeled back, "One, that's Racist, and two, to think I was your black saviour," she took a step back, irritated by the lack of thanks, "Colour me wrong."

Hearing the commotion they were swarmed by their friends, Audrey and Aki stood behind Max, Ginny pulled Winnie back as Monet cautiously strolled over and stood between them.

Max sent the Wellington blonde an apologetic look, which she chose to ignore, "Drop it Win, like you said, he's degraded. From the original to the average Doppelgänger," that earned her glares from the couple, "Good luck Maximus, you'll need it."

They strutted off before they couldn't even respond.

Monet's eyes lingered on Winnie's behind.

"Seems like money doesn't buy class," she heard Audrey say.

Which made Monet scoff, "You'd know."

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(@gossipgirl tweeted)

Spotted: Tensions are high, and bonds are bound to break, like the wishbones on your turkeys. Gobble Gobble fellow followers, I know secrets will spill, so be careful not to slip on the truths... and would you look at that it's barely noon.

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"Oh, what do you want?" Winnie groaned, bumping into Zoya in the library named after her family.

She was only here spending her free period learning Excel from a private tutor instead of Mr Glassberg whom she couldn't stand.

The curly-haired girl had been moping around all fourth period, "I came here to ask why you sent me a cryptic message about riots and love."

"Oh yeah, your sister and boyfriend," Winnie managed to make sexual gestures whilst holding her Macbook, making the freshman freeze, "rekindled during his poorly organised protest attacked my family's property, stained the windows whilst he stained Calloway's walls no doubt."

Zoya instantly shut her down, "What? You're lying."

"Believe what you want Zoya, I didn't have to tell you this, I could've just forwarded you the CCTV footage of them kissing but I thought honesty was the best policy."

"No – this is just some trick. I know you stoop low but this is fucked up Winnie," Zoya snapped, uncaring of the zero-talking policy.

Her body recoiled at the thought of her sister betraying her with her own boyfriend, her first boyfriend, the boy who she loved. She would never believe something like that even after all the hardships she and Julian faced.

"You're telling me, I'm glad I don't have siblings," Winnie went on, raising a brow when Zoya clenched her fists and scowled.

"You're wrong, ever since I moved you've been trying to get me on your side, to get back at my sister and it didn't work the first time so your last resort is to spread cruel lies," the heiress amusement began to falter as she heard Zoya angry discourse, "I knew you were fucked in the head but I didn't think you'd do this, no wait, actually this doesn't surprise me."

And that clearly struck a nerve, Winnie's eyes twitched as she leaned down and maliciously whispered, "Believe it or not but that doesn't stop them from fucking." she grinned at the tears in Zoya's eyes, "Happy turkey day."

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Winnie sat opposite the woman he was now her... therapist. The Ostroff Centre sent her nerves into a frenzy, even when she walked into the building she was searched like a criminal and asked questions like she was being interviewed by a detective. She wanted to sprint out of there, but until she met her hourly requirement of spilling her secrets she wouldn't be allowed out, no matter how much she tried and bribe Caesar and the additional bodyguard her parents sent.

She was forced here, not allowed to be in at her tennis practice which messed up her whole day, the structure was ruined, and it prevented her from setting up a meeting with a Calvin Klein campaign manager.

20 minutes had passed and Winnie shifted again in the seat she ensured was wiped down. The room was on the 3rd floor and had sufficient sunlight but it was also dull, books clung to the bookshelves, and awards and accomplishments decorated the walls. Dr A. Anchor was the woman's name. A few shades lighter than Winnie, had thick kinky locs trimmed to her bust, dense reading glasses placed on her nose above a pleasant smile kissing her lips. A small rock attached to a wedding band was the first thing that caught Winnie's attention before she realised it was only 3 karats.

The therapist decided to softly clear her throat, "Can I ask Winifred –"

"Winnie," the teen corrected, now locking eyes with her.

Dr Anchor noticed how her callous eyes darted across the room the moment she strutted in with all of the confidence of the world, a common trait she saw with patients of a certain economic background. A pretty girl with a foul mouth, her assistant informed her.

Dr Anchor's smile hadn't faded, "Winnie, why do you think you're here?"

"Because this is clearly my parent's way of punishing me."

Winnie rolled her eyes at the woman taking a few notes.

"Therapy is a punishment to you, not a means of improving one's mental state or aiding it somehow?"

Winnie laughed in disbelief, "No, I'm here because they want to teach me a lesson before I have the chance to return the favour."

Judging from how she spoke about her parents, the doctor wanted to adjust her questions.

"Your parents, what's your relationship with them?"

"They hate me," Winnie answered with indifference and yet part of her tone screamed out to Dr Anchor.

Pain. The therapist wrote down.

"You believe they hate you?" she went on to ask.

"Well, they clearly don't love me," Winnie gestured around the room she happened to be in as if it was such an obvious take.

"And why do you think your parents don't love you?"

"What's there to love?" Winnie snapped, earning a slight frown from the woman.

"You think you're unlovable? Why?"

Winnie instantly leaned forward, "Don't put words in my mouth. I never said that."

"Then can I ask what did you mean by your previous comment?" Dr Anchor continued to write.

The jotting from the pen was doing the teenager's head in.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Winnie wanted out, but of course, all the windows were restricted, put on a safe latch so no one could jump, the exact thing she wanted at this moment.

"Let me ask you a different question. Why do you believe that they don't love you, your parents?"

"I don't know," Winnie gritted out, glancing at the clock since they took her phone away to see only 2 minutes had gone by.

"Do they spend time with you? Go on trips, invest in your life, other than financially," the doctor was relentless.

"No." other than dinner time,  the summers in Switzerland and other small trips, but even then they weren't present which meant she didn't have to be.

Spending more time on screens was the best thing for her to do, the very thing she felt comfortable doing. Her parents were as comforting as a bag of coal. They weren't there to raise her, but to watch her since that's what they thought parenting was; waiting and watching until she messed up and they made sure to penalise her whenever she did.

It was Dr Anchor's turn to lean forward, and put aside her notebook, "Would you like them to?"

An uncharacteristic frown made its way onto Winnie's face due to the question. Would I like them to? God no she wouldn't but it would be nice if they were there, not saying anything negative or bossy or mean. Her mother made sure she was put onto this earth as a pawn of the company, the fortune she was born into. She was supposed to be appreciative of the fact but she wasn't, how could she? She was a weapon of the future, not a daughter so why would she want to spend time with the exact people who reminded her of that?

The doctor reaching for her pen broke the teen from her thoughts, which drove her to stand up, "I think we're done today."

"I seem to have upset you."

Dr Anchor's eyes softened when she saw the tears streaming through the teenager's face.

Winnie didn't realise she was crying. Crying in front of a stranger, crying in fucking public, so she wiped her tears and stormed over to the woman.

"I'm not upset this whole thing is useless. Asking me about my life and love as if I would be able to answer the questions. It's a trap, you're here to trap me. I don't want to talk, I don't want to be here. You've taken my parent's money, so be glad to spend it on a new hairdresser because your unruly hair is causing me more distress than your questions or maybe even spending it on a partner that will leave you the moment you don't do what they say. But don't sit here and act as if you care, you're not interested in what I think, I'm nothing to you but a paycheck, a cash cow, an object for your financial gain, not a person but an entity you squeeze information out of until there is nothing left but a submissive cunt that listens to you and only you!" And after that, Winnie went to the door but just as she shakily went to grip the handle, the doctor called out to her.

"Like you said, I see you as nothing but a paycheck so indulge me, a studious girl like you wouldn't miss the chance to do so," Winnie didn't turn around but she did listen as Dr Anchor questioned, "Do you like yourself? Not love. Do you, Winifred Dubois like yourself?"

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(@gossipgirl tweeted and tagged @slitherWin)

Rumour has it that the Dubois heiress has a couple of screws loose. I'm all for therapy, but it was only a matter of time before her Hyde took out her Jekyll. Are Mommy and Daddy dearest certain this is who they want to take over their company? ... just like oil and water, it appears Winifred Dubois and sanity don't mix.

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Caesar had to force the heiress out of the car before she had the chance to slam her head into the window again, no bruise was visible but the dazed look on her face was evident. The gossip girl blasted exposed her and to make matters worse it made her look weak, defenceless and on a day that was about celebrating genocide.

No fucking thanks!

Winnie felt humiliated, even when she heard the news that Calvin Klein still wanted her as an ambassador but not for being real, instead they wanted her to celebrate mental health and if it wasn't for Ginny she would've let the whole campaign go.

Monet was blowing up her phone and other people too.

She had to shut it off.

When she arrived home, Caesar and the other bodyguard informed her father about the ride home.

"Where's mom?" Winnie asked as her dad insisted they sit in the living room.

She was expecting a reprimand from Margaux but didn't get one.

She could feel her father grimacing at her forehead, to see any damage but there wasn't one.

He looked concerned. "Cancun, she set out this morning."

Winnie made a face, mind racing with images of why her mom had returned to the scene of the crime.

A moment passed and her father was awaiting a reply so she blurted, "And I wasn't informed? She didn't say anything to me."

"Your memory must be selective Winnie, you weren't here this morning, or yesterday, or the entire weekend. You were with the De Haans."

"My lesbian lover, you can say it, Dad," she taunted.

"Grayson informed me what you were doing with his daughter. Sweet girl," Luc tried.

"Yes, she is," Winnie's double entendre was obvious. "So, dissimilar to mom, who because of some petty discrepancy didn't alert her child she was leaving the country."

"Why do you care so much? You dislike her."

"I liked to be informed."

"We know you do," Luc paused as maids set down a makeshift table for their own feast of the evening. They could only dine in the living room when Margaux was absent. Luc hated Thanksgiving so instead they were having French cuisine for dinner, "How was therapy?"

Winnie scowled, picking up the TV remote, "I'm not going back."

"You will," her father wasn't leaving room for argument.

She craned her neck to the side, "And why is that?"

"The therapist said we should continue your sessions based on today."

Winnie froze at the memory of the questions that were thrown at her today. Do you like yourself? She never answered it and instead ignored the rest of the things Dr Anchor said for the remaining 37 minutes.

"Isn't she breaking doctor-patient confidentiality for telling you? She could lose her license if that ever got out," she murmured, turning away and trying to search for a movie to watch.

Luc sighs at her answer. "They inform parents about the details of sessions if there is a possibility the patient is a danger to themselves or others."

"I am not a danger to myself! And I am not idiotic to endanger someone else."

Luc frowned, knowing that wasn't the case and the display in one of their cars was evidence of that, and when he discovered it, he shuddered. His daughter was only ever physically aggressive when she played tennis, so perhaps seeing Dr Anchor was a bigger priority.

And so he said, "We're continuing your sessions."

She dropped the remote, "Then I'll discharge myself."

"You're a child, you cannot discharge yourself," Luc sighed.

"Oh please, I've never been a child."

Luc averted his gaze, rendered pained by the thought of her being right, "We're continuing your sessions until we see an improvement."

"Then you can eat alone," she forcefully shoved the makeshift tb#able away, spilling some of the delicacies onto the floor, leaving the staff to fuss over the mess whilst her dad waved them off.

Luc called out her name, but all he received with loud stomps as she ascended the stairs.

Winnie didn't come down that night, she ordered food from her favourite Mexican restaurant, stuffing it into her gullet as she rated the dry Thanksgiving meals all over her feed. Some of her fans who were now offering her support about seeing a therapist sent her sweet messages, she lost several thousand followers because she visited the Ostroff Centre and just as she was about to dash her phone across her newly made-up room, it vibrated, alerting her to another missed call from Monet.

She ignored in fear of judgment and ignored the messages from Ginny about Monet potentially jumping ship.

They were exclusive, right? So why would she do that?

Getting fed up by the notifications, she tossed her phone, turning to Abaddon who whined at the foot of her bed, she was just about to let him up when she realised she had to discard her takeout before it stuck up the room and was too stubborn to let the maids in so she picked up the trash and walked out.

Winnie muttered to herself as she descended the stairs, irritated by the entire day, thanksgiving was a curse overall, so why would she think any different?

Her muttering came to a cease when she got to the first floor and overheard her father's muffled voice as he argued with someone over the phone.

She stayed to the side, cautious of his bodyguard standing outside the room.

"Davis Calloway is finished, Roger Menzies informed me of the transgressions that took place, William. I know one of the victims, paid her enough to keep her mouth shut until I say, she said she couldn't be brought but everyone has a price," he paused, listening to his response, "Yes I know, outing a predator will help with my future campaign, and having a victim on my side will help with the democrats, not just the republicans." she heard her father laugh, which drove a shiver down her spine. "Now I have to donate to a few foundations and that'll be the next step in this race."

Winnie struggled not to drop the bags of trash when she heard everything.

Julian's dad was a predator and yet she was more terrified of her father.

"Fuck my life," she whispered.

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a/n:

sanaa lathan as 𝗱𝗿 𝗮. 𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿

mmm whatcha say?

monifred are exclusive but with no kiss to seal the deal? yikes, but writing monet into episodes she was cut out is so odd to me, because if they adjusted the plot she would've fit but she was an afterthought to the producers and the writers.

quick shoutout to NekodaDotR for the manip

winnie was doing zoya a favour by telling her that she was cheated on abut she also wanted to cause drama, but when zoya claimed she was fucked in the head... and it struck a nerve and then wanted to go for the jugular. similar to winnie and max, they have never been close but she didn't mind him, but as soon as he fucked over ginny she gagged him.

why was margaux in mexico? and what do you think of another luc and winnie moment? i think this is the most dialogue I've ever written for him. i do think he cares more about his daughter's mental health, and margaux cares more for her public image. which has been made worse for the family because of gossip exposing her therapy which goes against her own brand, so winnie is just going to continue to sprial, i just hope the therapist can do some damage control before she gets worse.

i liked writing the dr anchor, even just to find out winnie's thoughts without her just blurting them out to just anyone.

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Embarking on the Marvelous Journey with Korat Cats

Sharing the Wonders of Thai Companionship

Hey fellow cat enthusiasts! Ever wondered about the enchanting Korat cat breed? Well, buckle up because we're about to embark on a journey exploring these marvelous feline companions that have their roots deep in the Korat province of Thailand.

Introduction to the Marvelous Korat Cat Breed

From Thai Royalty to Your Heart

Picture this: A cat with a rich history as a treasured companion, gifted to royalty and honored individuals in Thailand. Fast forward to today, and Korats aren't just popular pets; they're symbols of good fortune in the Land of Smiles.

Let's Dive into the Korat World!

Getting to Know the Korat

While you might not spot many Korats strutting around in the West, these incredible cats are gradually winning hearts across the globe. Let's take a sneak peek into what makes the Korat breed truly extraordinary:

Their Stunning Appearance

Silver-Blue Elegance: Imagine a medium-sized cat with a muscular, athletic build, donning a silver-blue coat that shimmers like moonlight. Each hair has a silvery white base with blue tips, complemented by large, luminous green eyes. Oh, and did we mention their heart-shaped heads and perky ears?

What Sets Them Apart

Energetic, Playful, and Devoted: Korats are not your average cats. They're full of life, forming strong bonds with their families and shadowing their favorite person like devoted companions. And guess what? They're not just cat-friendly; they get along with dogs, other pets, and even polite kiddos.

The Rising Popularity

From Thailand to the World: While they might be rockstars in Thailand, Korats are still a bit of a rarity elsewhere. But fear not! As people discover their stunning looks and engaging personalities, the Korat fan club is steadily growing. They've got the recognition from major cat registries, even though competition wins are a bit elusive outside Thailand.

Temperament and Longevity

Smart, Alert, and Forever Young: Korats are the intellectuals of the cat world. They thrive on interactive play, learning tricks, and consistent positive training. Plus, they're loyal to the core. With proper care, they can grace your home for a good 15-20 years, and some may even reach their early 20s!

The Silver-Blue Coat Magic

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Taking Care of Your Korat Companion

Nurturing the Joyful Bonds

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Feeding Tips:

Creating the Perfect Environment:

Grooming TLC:

The Take Care Method:

Finding Your Korat Sidekick

Navigating the Exciting Adoption Journey

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Popularity Hotspots:

Budget-Friendly Tips:

Adoption/Rescue Avenues:

Pre-Adoption Checklist:

Preparing for the Big Day

Creating a Home Sweet Korat Home

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Common Ailments and Vital Vaccines

Safeguarding Your Korat's Health

Here's the lowdown on common health matters and essential vaccines:

Common Health Issues:

Core Vaccines:

Naming Your Korat Cat

Adding a Personal Touch to the Connection

Choosing the perfect name for your Korat cat is a delightful endeavor. Consider these tips:

Conclusion: Embracing the Allure of the Korat Cat

Embark on a Journey of Companionship

As you embark on a journey with the Korat, may the allure of their distinctive features and engaging personalities fill your home with joy and companionship. Embrace the marvel of the Korat cat, and create enduring memories with your remarkable feline companion.