hollyhawthornc

[hollyhawthornc]

adelaidekane  The Zara here is 🔥

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[hollyhawthornc]

starter for: @emirturel​ location: holly’s apartment  time: 10:45pm, friday the 15th 

Holly had never really loved living on her own. Of course, she loved the autonomy of it, the ability to do literally whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, however she wanted. But while she thrived on the independent woman persona she carried around like a second skin, it was just that, a second skin in a few small ways. One of them presenting in the form of not feeling safe when she was home alone at night. Couple that with the recent crime spree Mystic seemed to be having and Holly’s anxiety whenever she was home alone was becoming almost unbearable. She’d spent a lot of time lately trying to come up with various ways to distract herself, one of which was long luxurious baths watching her favorite netflix show with lots of pretty scented candles. 

She had just finished doing exactly that when a loud, thumping knock at the front door crashed through her recently acquired peace. Clutching her black, silk robe tightly, she forced herself to take two long, deep breaths. If someone was knocking at the door, that surely meant they were here for a good reason, right? Holly made her way to the door, stopping to steel herself for a second before reaching for the handle and opening the door. 

#interaction: emir #emir turel #sorry I didn't do this yesterday!!

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carina.

      Although Carina welcomed the distraction and was always happy to catch up with a good friend over drinks, Holly had yet to learn that as a member of law enforcement, there were certain things the detective couldn’t disclose. No matter how much she was sometimes tempted to. Holly was the definition of a gossip and beyond the rules and legalities, she was probably one of the last people Carina would have trusted with such top secret information. Not that she had much to share as it was.

       “We’ve been over this, Holls! Everything is still under investigation and you, and the rest of the public, will know information as it becomes available. The last thing we want to do is stir things up and let potential suspects know we’re onto them. We’ve been able to confirm very little thus far.” 

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Holly made a show of pouting as she took a sip of her drink. “Honestly, one might think you take your role as a detective more seriously than our friendship, Nina.” It was said in jest, Holly knew how important Carina’s job was to her.  With a sigh, she rolled her eyes, giving her friend a look that made it clear she was accepting defeat... for now. “Fine, change of subject. How have things been with you and you know who?” she asked, raising a brow at her friend, hoping this time Carina would be more forthcoming. 

#interaction: carina #carina garcia #I hope it's ok i'm assuming they've talked about matty

[hollyhawthornc]

starter for: @carinagarcia​ location: the 401

“Okay, now Carina, come on! What is the point of having friends who have the inside scoop if they won’t tell you??” Holly may or may not have been trying to convince her friend to spill the details about the recent crime spree and even murder in Mystic for a good half hour now over drinks. With very little else going on, this was by far the most exciting thing to happen in this tiny town since the brunette had been there and it was killing Holly not knowing more. 

#interaction: carina #carina garcia #this is so beyond delayed im sorry!!!!!

[hollyhawthornc]

#muse

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ben.

“Can’t argue with you there.” Ben knowingly gave a shrug at her retaliation referring to their previous encounter, technically a massive misunderstanding. “I couldn’t not. The opportunity was right in front of me.” He motioned back towards the box, although he huffed as she asked about the contents of the rolled up paper in his hands. This was rare and frustrating, as he did usually know more by now. “Other than the detectives being incompetent as always? I would stick to the defense system you have going at your apartment, trust me.” 

—

The corner of her mouth tugged upwards in what was halfway between a smile and a smirk at his comment. “I suppose it was too good to pass up.” she conceded. But then she noticed his clear frustration at her change in topic and she couldn’t help but wonder what the story was there. “Note to self; keep golf clubs readily available in all room. Got it!” Glancing around them to see if anyone was within earshot, she takes a tiny step closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. “You mean the Mayor’s son doesn’t have any intel on the situation? Information that wouldn’t be in the papers... yet?”

#interaction: ben #ben holder

[hollyhawthornc]

While you guys were all studying AP Handjobs, I was kicking ass and busting curves. And I’m gonna continue to do that at Yale next year. So, I like my choices and, wherever you three are next year, I hope you do too. I’m going to Yale, too. I got in early.

#muse #this is possibly the most high school-esque holly there is!

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#me attempting to date

#muse: emir #emir turel #IM SCREAMING #also I keep rev logging things from Marcus’s account by mistake -_-

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ben.

Once his cigarette was successfully lit and his lighter was back in his pocket, Ben intended to be on his way down the street again, more than ready to throw the now crumpled newspaper he’d grabbed into the first trash can he saw. Yet, who had also approached the box did have his eyes doing a double take, and not just for the fact that it was rather amusing watching them seemingly not know how to get one for themselves, but also for the the fact that they were familiar…Holly. When she proceeded to turn towards him, Ben knew he didn’t have to second guess anymore if it was her. At the following questions, he was unable to help a light laugh under his breath. Was he really that old now? His expression contorted at the thought. Yet, Ben wasn’t sure why he even attempted trying the newspaper for anything more about the apparent homicide news when it was already evident that there likely wouldn’t be anything else worthy in the front page articles. Law enforcement pissing around was nothing new. “I don’t know, why don’t you try whacking it with your golf club?” No, she wasn’t going to live that down.

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Pursing her lips, Holly closed her eyes, wincing almost. She had hoped, although she supposed foolishly, that maybe they could pretend the circumstances about their first encounter could be forgotten… or at the very least ignored. “Oh, well… I don’t usually make a habit of breaking into things… unlike some people.” she shot him a challenging look before eventually caving into a smile. “Since you’ve already read the paper,” she began indicating the crumpled newspaper in his hands, “maybe you could give me a update on this town of yours’ recent spike in crime?”

#Interaction: ben #ben holder

[hollyhawthornc]

#muse: yasmin #yasmin solak #HOW THE HECK AM I JUST SEEING THIS??!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?

[hollyhawthornc]

hey good morning, I’m never wrong

#muse #ACCURATE AF

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emir.

He didn’t even know that he was holding in his breath as he waited for her answer until she finally sat on his lap, letting him know that, for once, she wasn’t running away. She wasn’t scared for once. And that was the thing about them, Emir and Holly worked perfectly together. They worked so well together that the idea of something ever being so good and so real at the same time was too out there for souls like theirs. Souls and hearts that refused to give in to anything more than pleasure or what money and connections could give them. Unfortunately for Emir though, he not only wanted that, he always wanted to feel, feel, feel and Holly made him feel more than he’d ever felt for anyone before.

“I can think of a handful of ways to have a good time. Most of them include you and me and this bed, or hotel room.” He shivered as she touched his neck and then his chest and suddenly he remembered that he didn’t know how to react to something as small as her skin on his, or when her eyes locked on his, that mischievous and daring glint on hers was able to make him do just about anything that she asked him to do. Emir sent a lopsided grin and leaned in to press his lips to her jawline, in part to hide the effect that she had on him from her and partly because he wanted her as close as he possibly could. This only happened behind closed doors and even with her on his lap, sometimes he still had a hard time wrapping his mind around it.

His hands rested on her hips gently and he stopped for a second, realizing that, indeed she wasn’t running and that while it was very obvious that they both wanted the physical intimacy that they’d been sharing now, this was as good opportunity as any to maybe step out of that comfort zone they had up until now. “But I also think that all of those very same ideas can happen somewhere else; like in my yacht, enjoying the sun. Just you and me. What do you think?”

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A mischievous grin tugged at her lips as he listed off the ideas he could have for them and their time together, but it very quickly turned into a soft one the second he gave her that lopsided smile of his. She was glad that he didn’t have too much time to notice how soft he made her as he leaned in to press a kiss to her jaw. She knew she needed to do a better job of hiding her real feelings from Emir. It would be too easy for him to use them against her, manipulate them even. Holly should know, she’d done the very same to many poor victims in her day. 

This was why she fought so hard to keep what she had with Emir purely physical and purely at an emotional arms’ length away. She was terrified of another person having this much power over her because she was terrified of being hurt. And Emir could hurt her. Even now, she knew that if she didn’t keep the walls high enough around her heart, he could very easily rip it to shreds. 

As she listened to his suggestion, an internal battle waged. Spending the day wrapped up in his sheets was an entirely different matter than going on some sort of outing with him. As she contemplated what she should do, she cocked her head to the side, making a show of how much she really was considering this, hoping to keep him on his toes just a little bit. However, Holly wasn’t used to depriving herself of anything she wanted. So if she wanted to enjoy an afternoon with Emir on his yacht, she sure as hell wasn’t about to say no. “Well, I suppose that doesn’t sound like too awful of an idea.” When she finally agreed, her devilish smile was back and she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “So long as you agree to rub sun tan lotion on my back.” With a teasing smirk, she brushed her lips over his before pushing herself off of his lap and moving to retrieve her discarded clothes from the floor. 

#Interaction: emir #emir turel #I FREAKING LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH

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yasmin.

        “Ah,” Yasmin breathes in realisation, pressing her lips together and twisting them about. Now that was a tricky situation, one she could somewhat relate to given her recent circumstances. “Exes are always tricky, and I refuse to believe otherwise. I mean, they’re exes for a reason. —Is he.. from around here? Do you know why he’s here?” Admittedly, she was surprised Holly had opened up to her given their past tension, and she was even more surprised she’d opened up about her past with her ex to Holly, too. What in the world was happening? “Something like that.. I should’ve known better than getting involved with someone who clearly wasn’t divorced. Never again. —Oh trust me, I get it. We’re in the twenty first century. You’d think women would be building one another up.. and trust me, I’ve always been the one to say blame the man, but I think in part it’s my fault for getting involved in the first place. I guess you can’t help how you feel.” Turning to face Holly, she offered her something of a smile, a genuine one at that. “Thank you.” 

—

Holly nodded, reluctantly agreeing to Yasmin’s assessment with a sigh. As much as she liked to pretend they had no effect on her, that she could truly cut people off and out of her life, but she couldn’t. “He’s definitely not from around here.” she explained, rolling her eyes a bit. “He says he’s here to start his car sales business, but what are the odds that him ending up in the same small town as me is truly just a coincidence?” It felt nice to finally get to question Emir’s motives with someone. Better still to feel like that person could, in some small way, relate. Especially after hearing Yasmin’s description of how she ended up in the situation to begin with. “The heart wants what it wants and all that.” she agreed. Once again the brunette rolled her eyes, she hated that that’s what had happened to both of them. They had both entered into situations they probably shouldn’t have simply because their hearts had wanted what they knew they shouldn’t have. She glanced at the fire in front of them before bringing her eyes up to meet Yasmin’s again. “Well, thank you too. You might be one of the first people I’ve really talked about this with.”

#interaction: yasmin #yasmin solak

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late night self reflective asks 🌙

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

#ask meme

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carina.

      Truthfully, Carina hadn’t been expecting much of a response from the brunette. While Holly was all about hot gossip, it wasn’t often that the woman shared her thoughts or feelings. In fact, within the few months that she’d known her, Carina hadn’t learned too many details about the other woman’s personal life. 

       Taking a seat on one half of the beach towel, Carina pulled her knees back against her chest, hugging them tightly as she listened to every word of her counterpart’s explanation. She could only imagine what a surprise it had been to see her past fling in such a small town. As her mind reeled for some words of wisdom or advice, the nurse couldn’t help but smirk at Holly’s final sentence. It was certainly rather interesting to hear that the man had been interested in more than just her body, though Carina had to wonder why her friend at turned him away. “Wow, that is… a lot, you’re right. Do you think he followed you here on purpose? Kind of a strange coincidence if you ask me. What happened, though? How long were you guys sleeping together and why exactly is it you aren’t interested in more? Is he a weirdo?”

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“I don’t know, I wouldn’t put it past him.” she replied offhandedly, Emir definitely had the means to have figured out where she was and to pick up and start over here on that kind of a whim. “He said he had no clue, but we’ve always played this sort of cat and mouse game with each other, and following me here seems like the perfect strategy to catch me off guard.” Holly let out a frustrated puff of air as she forced herself to think back on her... whatever it was, with Emir. “We’ve known each other for years, but somehow I caved and we started sleeping together over a year ago or so.” Rolling her eyes at herself, she can’t believe she let herself be in this position. “It just all got to be too much.” she answered quickly, though she kept her gaze averted from her friend’s in the hopes that she wouldn’t give herself away and how deep her feelings had gotten. 

#interaction: carina #carina garcia #I APOLOGIZE THAT THIS TOOK SO FREAKING LONG #I SUCK

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ben.

—  @mysticstarter​ ( plot drop #1 ) ​

Upon spotting a newspaper street box, Ben footed towards it and grasped one of them, casually scanning over another front page story all about the latest, supposed homicide in the wooded areas on the outskirts of town. And as usual, there didn’t seem to be anything worthy, just detectives being incompetent with their statements. Not a surprise, it was laughable actually. He knew the Mayor’s office had been scrambling constantly, so much so that his father hadn’t asked him to come in to any meetings so far. It was aggravating not knowing anything more than most already did though. His focus had to be back at the firm anyway. With a sigh, he brought out his cigarette box from his pocket, unaware that he was blocking the small news box until someone seemingly was approaching. Figuring they also wanted one to end up disappointed, Ben stepped a bit aside. 

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Holly wasn’t usually much for newspapers. She preferred to read all her news from the screen of her iphone, scrolling through social media. But since Mystic was such a freaking small town, there wasn’t much online about the recent burglaries and potential homicide. So, Holly set off that morning in search of a newspaper street box, something she could honestly say, she had never done before. Upon spotting one across the street, she made a beeline for said box, only to have her way blocked by someone in a suit. It wasn’t until they had stepped aside that she glanced up and realized who it was. Ben Holder, the supposed son of the town mayor. She glanced up at him only to find him too preoccupied with lighting his cigarette to notice her at first. With far more confidence than she rightly should have had considering she’d never used one before, she stepped up to the street box. But after giving it a bit of an inspection, she cocked her head to the side a bit as she examined it. Finally, she turned back to Ben. “So, how exactly does one get a newspaper out of this thing? Do I pay it?” 

#Interaction: ben #ben holder #not me throwing these two together again!!