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[mommytm]

MOMMYTM, a private interpretation of linda monroe, in affiliation with the group verse @gonighthawks. please do not interact if you are not in the group. will follow from @hatchetbabes.

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[coloneltm]

She clears her throat and glances from him to the chair and he can't help the small chuckle that bubbles up his chest, low and amused. He licks over his bottom lip in thought about it before giving a roll of his shoulders and rising to stand. He towers over her as he does so, pausing to take that into account before moving to step around her-- frame brushing to hers. A hungry desire starts to bubble through him at the smell of her overly priced perfume, the scent running its way up his nose and down his spine. He knew she'd be wearing something, but it felt almost instant how it consumed him and only enticed him further. He wasn't going to sidestep that thought. He knew what this was about to be, he knew the potential this conversation and meeting could carry.

He steps behind the chair opposite of the one he'd been sitting in, his hands drop to the back of it and he pulls it out with a slight turn in order for her to sit. He waits a beat as she does so, giving her time to adjust before aiding in pushing the chair back in some. His hands leave the back of the chair, but one grazes against her neck and the softness triggers that hunger again. He chuckles low to himself then moves back to his own chair, lowering into it then quirking a brow at her, "I get the feelin' we aren't conversin' just for the fun of it."

[mommytm]

She isn't blind to the way his hand brushes her neck in passing as he returned to his seat, perfectly painted lips twitching upwards into a soft little smirk. This man? He knew what he wanted. He carried an air about him that was magnetic to her own. There was something about him she wanted to dig her manicured claws into. To rip apart and learn about. "Well, I'm okay with keeping one thing short between us, if you catch my drift," she hummed, lips pursing back into their resting smirk. "I do think you're incredibly attractive, and I feel as though I would have noticed you long before today if I had seen you around before..."

[coloneltm]

Wilbur watched as she rose from her table of friends, not bothering to say anything beyond a dismissal of herself. It made him chuckle softly, gaze flickering over her frame and the way she walked so confidently towards him. It was attractive. He couldn't deny that. He may not be a man of emotion, but he was of natural desire and needs. He could admire and find a woman attractive, but it didn't mean he felt anything beyond that attraction... and right now... Wilbur would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in whatever she might be here to offer him. He'd been active here or there in fleeting moments since his disappearance into the portal, but it was never at the top of his priority list. Didn't mean he wasn't a fan of it-- who didn't like the idea of breaking tension within you and releasing with a rush of adrenaline? That wasn't to say he suspected Linda would offer him that, but with what information he'd gathered in just gazing at her... knowing what he knew from the whispers in his head. It wasn't out of the question that she wasn't about to offer her company to him beyond conversation.

She offers her hand towards him and he takes it with a crooked smirk, eyes casting a look of desire and admiration. She speaks easily and he reaches up, his own hand gently taking hers in order to lean forward and press a delicate barely there kiss to the knuckles above her ringed fingers. "It's Wilbur and I'd be honored." He releases her hand in order to hold his towards the empty chair opposite of the table he's sat at.

[mommytm]

linda's marriage was . . . complicated. she and gerald had been open for a while, and it seemed to work fairly well for them. they had their fun in opposite directions with partners of their choosing. and for a while, it felt like they were each other's central ground. she hadn't spoken of the distance she had felt lately, and certainly not to her father, no. she didn't need him to poke and prod at any potential failures she might accrue. she was not a fucking failure. but this man? this tall drink of water with a drawl? well, he certainly could be another name in her little black book.

a smirk climbed across painted lips as he pressed a kiss against her knuckles, lips ghosting against her soft skin. oh, he knew what he was about. as her hand slipped from his, she cleared her throat, gaze dropping to the pushed in chair across from him before flicking to his expectantly. he was a southern gentleman after all, was he not?

[sleazeballtm]

Touchy…

The one word response made Ted’s gaze snap away, lifting it back to the ceiling so he could stare at a spot on it. He knew he wasn’t hiding anything all that well. It was clear as day something was ping ponging around in his head as she continued. He bit his tongue to try and hold that in, but she continued. Confirming exactly what he thought she would. She mentioned him telling her who it was or risking himself by accidentally moaning it another time they were together. He shut his eyes and exhaled through his nose, frown formed to his lips and holding steady.

"I don't think that's your business," he murmurs out, pausing then shifting against the bed to roll away from her and to the edge of it. He sat up with the motions, bare feet hitting the floor and hands curling into the edge of the bed. He looked at the far too expensive carpet as he continued, "Besides, why would you care to even know beyond having some bullshit thing to say?" He looks over his shoulder at that, frown still on his face, "Don't tell me you're jealous," now he's poking the bear, "Worried I might never get off solely on the idea of you?"

[mommytm]

he wasn't helping his own case. the theatrics of all of this. of being so defensive? it had her rolling her eyes and sighing before she pushed herself up to sit against her pillows, silky sheet being brought up over her chest comfortably.

" your continued defensiveness is boring me, " she stated plainly, eyebrow quirking. " and rather than risk hurting your feelings with my honest answer to the questions you're prodding me with, i'll give you another chance to answer mine. don't continue to waste my time - i'm trying to have a conversation with you and i'm already starting to regret it. "

she paused with anticipation, head tilting as a manicured hand lifted to smooth out her platinum locks. " or are you allergic to pillow talk? "

[coloneltm]

closed: @mommytm where: rasentin ( overpriced cafe )

Wilbur knew being in Hatchetfield would eventually draw the attention of those who long thought him dead, but he was here to stir his own things up. He had a special set of sisters he had to visit and a witch who hasn't stopped snooping around for the last few years in Wilbur's new existence. She would soon sense him here, but that wasn't his concern today. Today he was thinking, today he was preparing for what was to come and he'd picked his location at some overly priced coffee shop to more or less people watch. He found this town to be enjoyable, interesting. Around every corner there was something occurring... something twisting deep into the roots of the town. Hell, there was a whole damn fighting ring right under the noses of these civis and they were none the wiser. Not to mention there were a couple of Hatchetmen alive... and don't get him started on the Honey Festival or even the Young woman in her lavish mansion. Oh, Hatchetfield, how fun you were.

He lifts his quad espresso filled cup, lips touching the brim of the glass only to find his eyes flashing to the side at the feeling of being watched. It wasn't that he had eyes in every direction, but he wasn't normal either and he had a sense of things-- of his surroundings. And right now? Someone was definitely watching him. His dark eyes, sharp in appearance, land on a platinum blonde woman across the way. She's sat at a table with a couple of other women, all of them dressed in what would be the finest in this town. They were money, she was money. He paused his sip only to tilt the mug and finish the action, eyes cutting back to the window that was a bit off from where he sat and looked out at the streets. He didn't sit like that for long though, well aware she was still staring at him.

Linda Monroe.

The name comes through nothing and yet everything, filling him to the brim with information about her. He can hear the giggling in the back of his head, a giggling that tells him Linda is important. How? Well, that was up to her... wasn't it? His gaze darts back to her, cup lowered back to the small plate on the table. His head turned slightly and his eyes landed on her properly, lips quirking into a slow placed coy smirk. He shifted in his leaned back state, head cocking to the side and eyes staying locked with hers. He may be in Hatchetfield for personal business, but who said he couldn't get personal in other ways? So he tips his head in a 'come over here' motion, beckoning her to leave those gossipy friends and join him instead.

[mommytm]

it was a typical coffee and pastry date with her girls, women of hatchetfield's finest breeding that knew everything about every happening in town. they'd combine forces every so often to share other people's business and keep each other in the loop, and to be honest, it was the closest thing linda had to friends. did that mean she was immune to the gossip? not at all. they'd tear each other to shreds just as easily as anyone else should someone miss the meetings of the minds, but it was better to be a part of a group than none at all.

she had caught the eye of a handsome man from across the way and did a double take, a little smirk on her lips when their eyes made contact. he grabbed and held her attention, steering her away from the conversation before she spoke up.

" if you'll excuse me, ladies, " she hummed, grabbing her handbag and pushing herself up. it spurred questions, of course, those of which were answered as she crossed the way.

" i do believe you were staring, " she greeted the man with a smirk. " and i can hardly blame you for it. i'm linda monroe, and i don't believe i recognize you . . . and i know everyone in this town, " she mused as she lifted her hand to present it to him, showing off her delicately manicured nails and the flashy watch and rings she wore. " could i join you? "

[sleazeballtm]

Ted was far from perfect and it showed in everything that he did-- for example, sleeping with married women. Linda Monroe was only one of several and he was usually good about keeping his dates, locations, and names in order. But tonight he'd almost fucked that up while he was hilt deep in Linda, the woman over him riding him into the bed and his mind spinning with the memories of New Year's Day. All he could think about as Linda threatened to dig nails into his chest was Emma. He'd shut his eyes and tipped his head back, drawing out the feeling of what she'd been like instead. And if he had to correct himself within a millisecond of saying a name... well he managed, but maybe not quick enough. He hadn't necessarily paid it much mind and he hoped Linda didn't take notice of it.

But as they laid there, Ted's eyes on the ceiling and hands on his chest and stomach, Linda spoke up. you're different. His head turns, dark hues falling onto the platinum blonde and where she was laying. He furrowed his brow with intentions to ask what she meant, but she was already clarifying with the mention of what he feared she may have caught. His eyes widened a little and his lips parted, uncertainty playing across his lips as he debated how to respond. And it took him a minute to do so, not a full one but long enough to be noticeable. "Like you don't think about someone else while we're doing this with me," he states with a scoff as if bitter and defensive about it, "We both know that if you had it your way I'd wear a paper bag on my head while we fucked--"

[mommytm]

an eyebrow rose as ted jumped to the immediate defense. if it were any other time, she might have just returned another back or might have given him a reason to stop talking and focus on her. but there was something suspicious going on here. an air about ted that felt different.

one might mistake this for linda caring. linda monroe didn't have friends, no. she had stepping stones and means of networking. was that something she needed to unpack? maybe. would she? never. but she wouldn't bother speaking to ted if she didn't, at least, see some sort of use in him.

" touchy, " she hummed before a smirk spread across her lips, " which means that there is someone floating around your mind. now, are you tell me or am i going to find out who this is during our next tumble when you actually moan her name? "

[mommytm]

who: linda & zoey ( @baristatm ) where: beanie's

although none of the three major coffee chains in hatchetfield were worth two shits to linda, she had a need for a caffeine fixation. beanie's was on the way back from morning drop off, so the large escalade had pulled into the parking lot, and the small, wealthy woman had slid out of it and clacked her heels into the establishment.

" oh thank god. someone somewhat competent, " she groaned when she saw zoey at the counter. she was worried it was going to be the other barista who constantly acted like she had a stick up her ass despite choosing to settle for minimum wage. poor people problems. she barely looked up from thumbing a message on her phone with manicured nails to order, " i need a cappuccino with six pumps of sugar free vanilla, four pumps of sugar free hazelnut, and soy milk scorching hot. "

[mommytm]

who: linda & ted ( @sleazeballtm ) where: the monroe residence

it was the tuesday after new years, a day marked in ink for one of linda's regular rendezvous. there were no feelings for ted spankoffski. he was a dweeb from high school who found a sense of self worth in between a woman's legs and, well, he knew what he was doing so she kept up this routine. tonight felt different though. his mind felt distant. the quips that normally earned a roll of her eyes had lessened.

" you're different, " she noted with a hum where she was lounging in her bed, the silken sheet draped over her bare frame. " if i didn't know better, i could have sworn you had another name at the tip of your tongue tonight . . . "

[mommytm]

full name ⸻ linda evangeline monroe ( née murray ) occupation ⸻ stay-at-home mother; president of the hatchetfield boating society sexuality ⸻ heterosexual relationship status ⸻ openly married to gerald monroe pronouns ⸻ she / her height ⸻ 5 ' 1 " notable features ⸻ bleached blonde hair, a perfectly straight nose that was bought not born, perfectly lined & blushed lips

positive traits ⸻ confident, charismatic, a wonderful mother negative traits ⸻ a megabitch, snobby, self-centered aesthetics ⸻ perfectly manicured claws, the overwhelming desire to be adored, the lingering scent of expensive perfume biggest fear(s) ⸻ realizing that she's a failure and has nothing left, that she dies in infamy rather than being adored

biography

linda monroe was both raised and continued to become one of the most wealthy and affluent families in hatchetfield. the only child of roman murray, linda became acutely aware that her father resented her. her mother passed at an early age, and she knew that her father held that against her to some degree. that he made sure she knew that she'd never meet the glory of her mother in his eyes. it caused a sense of insecurity that linda combatted the second she met and married a hot shot plastic surgeon. she nipped and tucked the judgments away, and when they still came? she tried her best to shoulder them.

she is the mother of four beautiful blonde boys, and she has a great sense of purpose in being their mother. her romantic life, however, is the complicated part. well, less complicated than it could be. she and gerald are in a mutually open marriage where the only agreement is that it never become a public mess. linda has her boyfriends and regular arrangements of men throughout town. do they fulfill something deep within her? she's not sure, but it's nice to be adored and desired.

[mommytm]

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