trunchbull

ind. & sel. catherine cawood from happy valley canon divergent fandom crossovers and oc friendly please read rules before interacting written by leanne twenty gmt/england blog re-est. sep 2017

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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clare

Clare changes her answer even before speaking; she wasn’t dating anyone and if she was- she was probably sure she wouldn’t share it for the world (not even in Catherine tried to pry it out of the younger Cartwright sister). But she was one for something official first before announcing, just to be safe. Yet, teasing was always allowed even if she wasn’t keen about it. She could join in on the fun too. “No- Nopey, Nope, Nope. I have no clue who ya’re talkin’ about.”

Her feet start tapping from underneath her calves, the music getting better taste now as it had been earlier in the night. With her first sip of beer she wasn’t exactly expecting the surprising taste of it’s bitterness or raunchiness but at least she tried it. Maybe a second sip could change her mind, she never knew. Her drinking continues for a moment until her own self  comes up with something cheeky–

“What ‘bout the boy you’ve been snogging, hmm? What’s his name, Catherine, love?” It was sure a secret, but she knew.  Clare didn’t want to see that stuff- deep down she felt jealous that someday- maybe somehow the two would be too busy with their own lives and possibly families that they’d drift apart. For her she didn’t want it to happen. Leaning back against the comfort of a pillow, she relaxes with a mini smirk across her kisser, with the fag plucked and released from her lips a few times. 

          amused, catherine watches her younger sister with a slight raise of her eyebrow, lips parted slightly, the beer can pressed to the lower one. she scoffs. “ i’ll take credit for a great many things in your life, miss cartwright           but i’ll never claim to ‘ave owt to do with your ability to LIE. you’re appalling at it. ” her sentence is punctuated with one final swig of the can, before she crushes the thing in her palm and tosses it aside. ( she’ll have to make sure to rid the yard of them when they’re done, so their grandmother knows nothing of their escapades ).

          as her own love life is questioned, the eldest cartwright chuckles, shaking her head somewhat as she reaches for another can. the combination of the two actions has her feeling LIGHT-HEADED, but she continues as normal, not wishing to appear weak in the eyes of her baby sister. staring into the open can, catherine takes another drag on the cigarette, slowly burning away between her fingers. “ his name is HARRY           and he means nothin’ to me, I can tell you that for free. ” 

          catherine casts a wary glance at the younger cartwright, and a slight sigh bleeds past her lips as she realises the INFLUENCE she’s having on clare. so much for being a role model. the cigarette dies out as the blonde takes one last drag, eyes settling on the cloudless sky. “ none of ‘em ever mean anything. ”

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considering coming back here because I miss writing but it looks like literally everyone has left...

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      “ you do know you’ve just assaulted a police officer, don’t ya?          which is cause for arrest. ”

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clare.

“A flick- a movie; Shh! Ya know what I meant. Besides- I do not! Well I try not to- but I don’t fancy him. He’s just a FRIEND, Catherine!” 

      “ well         maybe you should invite your FRIEND over one night so gran can give ‘im the third degree. who is he, anyway? i’ve not seen him round school before. ”

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clare.

“Ya’re back late, I’m just makin’ pizza now- “ She recognizes the thud of their Ryan’s tiny feet rushing up the stairs, his words not exactly being heard by the brunette’s ears. After a day of relaxing (besides the odd errand), Clare decided to put her lame cooking skills to use. She wasn’t exactly perfect at attempting dinner. Her attention had been on spreading the yummy pizza sauce on the soggy dough but her sister’s voice caught her to see the commotion. A quick glimpse towards the eldest was exchanged towards the doorway.

“– Somethin happen? Ya look like ya’ve been cryin.” Normally she’s not one to pry but if she was the next one to set Ryan and his attitude straight it wasn’t going to be pretty despite the loving heart Clare had. 

        book bag tossed carelessly aside, followed quickly by his coat and trainers, the boy leaves a hazardous trail of destruction in his wake; catherine near injures herself on her way to the kitchen. lips part to scold her grandson ( already halfway to his bedroom ), but all ENERGY evades her, and the sergeant opts to clear the path instead, knowing yelling will do nothing to aid the situation. in the kitchen, she shrugs off her own jacket, hearing clare’s words but not really listening. grabbing a glass from the cupboard, she half fills it with water, takes a sip, and watches the rest trail down the sink. a heavy sigh escapes her. clare questions her; she turns in the direction of the voice, laced with concern.

      “ I’m fine           didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all. ” catherine sits herself at the kitchen table, hesitating momentarily before retrieving a cigarette from the packet before her ( it teases her, calls her name, and she’s absolutely no self-control ). in a flash, it’s between chapped lips, lit, and a cloud of smoke surrounds her. “ and it’s not like he does much to ‘elp. ”

[d-aisyskys]

CATHERINE CAWOOD AND CLARE CARTWRIGHT IN THE OPENING SCENE OF SEASON TWO OF HAPPY VALLEY

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clare.

It had been an EXHAUSTING day for two, it had caught them by surprise when the tragedy occurred with Ryan. Never did she expect such a thing to happen, and yet here was that bastardtrying to do whatever he could to take Ryan away from them for good. It had been Clare’s instincts that knew something wasn’t particularly right when he was coming home later and later each day from school. It scared her to death, but once the news was once passed on to Catherine, she could feel her sister feel the exact same way despite her being the tough of the two.

Clare knew better than to sneak up on the eldest (at least she wasn’t on duty and had a taser) and yet all she was doing was delivering a well needed cup of tea. Her first thought was to leave Catherine to relax for herself after a jam packed day- but no. With the gesture to follow into her bedroom, she couldn’t deny. She did crave the company of the eldest without even saying it; it must’ve been too obvious. The brunette missed days when it was just them two- but she wouldn’t ask for a better family no matter what everyone’s been through. Raising the mug to her own lips, she sipped it before joining Cat.

Making her way inside, she took a mere moment to look around. She hadn’t been in here in awhile, times have changes since their teenage years. Carefully perching on one side of the bed, she got comfortable, knees crossed Indian style while the mug rested briefly against the crossing of her multi-colored socks.

Her gaze was flicked up, seeing the other without a smile. She broke the silence (typical habit of hers) and spoke quietly enough not to wake the child in the other room. “What’s on ya ‘ind, Catherine, love?” Her face flushed with a close enough expression to be considered as concerned. 

      the bed is calling her name, a silent invitation with which the sergeant is all to happy to COMPLY. though she aches to be with ryan, keep watch over him while he sleeps the night away, be beside him should he awake, plagued by nightmares, she knows she’ll be of little use to him TIRED. she doesn’t suppose he’ll be returning to school come morning          catherine won’t allow it. she’ll get in touch with the school, make up a story of a fake illness that caught up with him over night; she’ll call the station ( they’ll understand her temporary absence ); she’ll let him play video games the entire day, let him eat junk food until he’s close to throwing up           as long as he’s with her, she couldn’t care less what he get’s up to. 

      COLLAPSING onto the bed, she buries her face in her hands, a temporary shield, blocking the light that proves only to worsen the malicious pounding that long ago settled between her eyes. the pillow beneath her head provides much needed comfort. her tea is tossed carelessly aside, left to cool. the bed dips beside her, clare joining her older sister. she’s questioned ( unsurprisingly ); catherine is hesitant in giving an answer. 

      “ i can’t believe ‘ow close we were to losing him today. i should ‘ave done something more           i should have protected him from that monster. i should have protected HER from that monster. ” to this day, guilt plagues the sergeant, knowing she did little in the way of saving her daughter from an inevitable demise. she’s often sick to the stomach, constantly blaming herself for becky’s DISASTROUS actions. 

      “ what happened today       he’ll never forget it. and it’s all my fault. ”

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juliet.

   Exhaling slowly Juliet tried to gathered her scattered words. Only to be find them drifting off farther from her. As if the sudden event had happened weeks prior than only moments before. Sighing softly Juliet stayed silent, re-constructing her words.              “It was all so fast.               I’m sorry, I am               trying, really I am.” 

      though unaccustomed to such scenarios         interviewing children, that is          catherine is sympathetic, patient, and sees to it that the girl is as COMFORTABLE as possible. pen poised, hovering over the notepad before her, she watches the girl ( juliet ) with silent contemplation, awaiting an explanation of the evening’s events. it’s nearing on midnight, and it’s clear the both of them are exhausted. but pushing juliet for her recollection of what happened will do nothing to aid the situation. a slight smile graces the sergeants lips as the girl apologises; she shakes her head briefly, gaze faltering. 

      “ you don’t ‘ave to be sorry. i know this is difficult. take your time         i need you to be as ACCURATE as possible, even if it takes all night. ”

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You should make Emily Prentiss!!

                no.

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      “ y’know, it’s rude to eavesdrop         apparently. never stopped me, mind you. but maybe just strike up a conversation with me next time. who are ya, anyway? ”

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      “ I need you to explain to me       in DETAIL, what ‘appened. if you feel more comfortable writing it down, I can grab ya some paper and a pen. we can do this however you want.... but I need to know what you saw. ”

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clare.

The time had been a BLUR, saving her nephew from that SICK BASTARD. Everything had gone by so quickly that Clare hadn’t even remembered the events leading up til heading home. The paramedics had arrived by the bay shore to check up on Ryan and his status of health, and of course Catherine had gotten heck for going on a wild goose chase towards Tommy without even informing her team. Not like it mattered, Catherine was a Sergeant for a reason. The entire situation was sick. First kidnapping, lying and even more. No wonder why the sisters brutally wanted PEACE.

Clare was planning on going to the food kitchen in the morning, but Ryan was more of a priority no matter how late he stayed up, wanting (for once) to be in the company of either herself or his Granny.Who could blame him? After practically being drowned in petrol and rustled around like a rag doll, Clare would probably wish to be in the same position of safety by someone he trusted. The brunette had been rustling around in the kitchen, making tea for the two, and trying to relax. It was hard. Even herself felt tense from today’s unexpected adventure. It was a fear of theirs, and yet it still happened. Never again would it happen. Clare was determined to discuss a better plan of some sorts for him to be safe. Biting her lip, she realized it would take ages for him to probably sleep- she’d might as well take that newly seeped cup of tea upstairs for Catherine. A few times she had winced from falling backwards at the dock, but she seemed perfectly fine. Never again was she going to do that.

Walking from the messy kitchen, the youngest headed up the stairs. In the hallway, she noticed Ryan’s door closed. Either he was asleep and she missed Catherine leaving, or she was in there- either way she didn’t feel like disturbing him (he did have school tomorrow but at this rate they wouldn’t let him out of their sight for awhile). Holding the two mugs in her firm grip, Clare made her way towards the door. It frightened her, way too much as the other walked right through the door quietly. Right there, right then she almost dropped the mugs in surprise of seeing Catherine sneak out. “Oi,” a deep breather left her lips, shaking her poofy locks. “- Jesus, Catherine.” her voice was hushed, in a whispered tone.“I didn’t know ‘ow long ya’d be in there for, so I brought ya some tea.” 

      EXHAUSTION plagues the sergeant, but she refuses to succumb to the TEMPTATION of sleep. the drama at the docks earlier this afternoon seems worlds away, as if years have passed, not hours. ryan’s in shock            it’s evident in the way in which he curls against his granny in his sleep, the woman an anchor, a lifeguard, his rescue mission from the waves of FEAR that wash over him. it’s been so long since he’d been so dependent on the woman, harbouring nothing but hatred for his grandmother as of late. and catherine would be lying were she to say she was surprised. oh, she’d been an ASSHOLE; selfish in her efforts to rid them of the bastard that ripped her daughter from her. 

      ryan had fallen asleep some time ago, but catherine has been hesitant to depart from the room, gaze fixated ( unwavering ) on the child that rests peacefully at her side. deft fingers rake through the boy’s hair, the faint scent of petrol lingering, noticeable only if she allows herself close enough. it’s SICKENING, how close they were to losing him.        she’ll be damned if she lets such a thing happen again. with a heavy sigh, catherine presses a chaste kiss to the crown of her grandson’s head before slipping from the bed, providing him with his momentary privacy. 

      it startles her; clare’s stood beyond the doorway, two mugs of tea gripped between her fingers. catherine’s hand comes to rest against her chest for a fleeting moment, before she calms, and graciously accepts the drink offered to her. a slight thank you can be heard if you listen close enough. she slips past her sister, into her own room, pausing briefly to cock her head in the direction of the room, a silent invitation for her sister to join her. it’s clear that they both CRAVE the company.

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“ that’s insane ” ( &&& hello! your blog is beautiful! )

     “ oh, the stories I could tell ya. some of ‘em would have you squirming in your seat. ”

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clare.

“Haven’t missed much. Still the same ol’ music and Gran’s gone ta bed. I am not surprised she don’t hear shit.”

It made Clare briefly laugh, how could she promise if she honestly didn’t know how the alcohol could affect her? But she trusted Catherine with all her heart. Snatching a fag from the box, she plucks it between her lips to light one. A deep breath leaves her lips alongside a decent sized puff of smoke. Clare’s excited for this night, even if they were just drinking and giggling like expected. Taking out the cigarette to hold between her digits, she leans over from her comfortable spot to grab one of the cans of beer. Inside she was edgy about the idea of drinking when she’s never even had a sip let alone held a can with alcohol inside. Catherine’s already influenced her on cigarettes, and Clare had her own secret addiction but she didn’t need another. But yet here she was going to try. “I’ll try not ta throw up.” A wide smile crossed the redhead’s lips, glaring up at her sister. She seemed excited, because in the mixture of feeling edgy, she was.

“I’m scared.” a little, nervous filled laugh left Clare’s lips. With her digits of the already filled hand, she cracks pen the top lid of the can. Anticipation rose, goosebumps crawling against her pale skin. Even this late at night, with any sort of plans, her parents (if they were here) wouldn’t dare allow it but Gran was another story. Lifting the can to her thin mouth, Clare took her first sip of alcohol. She wasn’t even of age, but nobody needed to know that. Tonight was just the two Cartwright sisters having their own party, with private secrets to share. Immediately her expression changed, a tad sour look but only for fun. It burned down her throat. For a moment she let it run through her system before exposing feedback.

“Damn!” 

      deft fingers grip at a can, the contents depleting at a rate that could be considered ALARMING. the alcohol burns for the briefest of moments, but catherine quickly becomes accustomed to the foul taste, as she always does. oh, how she wishes for something greater; perhaps a large bottle of jack daniels or southern comfort; anything other than the rancid beer that leaves an awful taste upon her tongue. she puffs away at a cigarette until it’s burnt to the filter, the nicotine a stark contrast to the beer that invades her taste buds and leaves her feeling somewhat light-headed. the buzz the alcohol provides is a welcome one           it provides a temporary escape, and the eldest cartwright is grateful for such. 

      eyebrows draw together with CONCERN, and catherine wonders for a fleeting moment whether providing her fifteen year old sister with alcohol and a pack of cigarettes is a smart idea. but she’s slow in suggesting they do something else; clare soon has a can of her own pressed to her lips, consuming the drink as if it were a glass of water. lower lip taken between her teeth with a sharp intake of breath, catherine watches her sister as she whimpers, winces, and complains in response to the burning sensation that accompanies the swig of beer. gaze darting momentarily to the entrance of the tree house, the older girl prays that their grandmother remains in bed        should she decide to check on them now, catherine is the one likely to be scolded for their reckless behaviour.  

      it’s somewhat worrying how quickly the eldest girl is onto her second beer, another cigarette lit, a cloud of smoke blurring catherine’s vision is she inhales and exhales ( and again         the fag provides a satisfaction she’s been desperate for for the longest of times ). a slight smile tugs at the older sisters lips, choosing to tease clare somewhat. 

      “ so       that boy I’ve seen ya ‘anging round with at school? he’s nothing? ”

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“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

      her patience is wearing thin; they’ve been at it all night. soon, she’ll have no choice but to let him go ( she’s only allowed to detain him for twenty-four hours, and with a lack of EVIDENCE, it’s unlikely she has suitable cause to arrest him ). eyes dart back and forth at a seemingly impossible pace, skimming the notes scrawled haphazardly across the page, handwriting near illegible. a defeated sigh bleeds past the sergeant’s lips; she’s beat. she has no choice but to let him go. and she’s close to admitting as such when he finally utters a sentiment other than the ‘no comment’ that’s been repeated near fifty times throughout the session       if not MORE. lips part, as if she’s pushing for a response, but nothing comes. she’s speechless. she’s no idea what to say for the longest of times. and her final decision is nothing if not PATHETIC. 

      “ i do care. ”

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clare.

“Shh, Catherine! I do not have a boyfriend, stop calling him that. He’s just a friend! We’re going out for a flick and that’s it.”

      ” a flick? shite. the 1960′s called         they want their vocabulary back. but whatever, you fancy ‘im at least; you’re always SMILING like an idiot when you talk about him. ”