#p:holly

[ewenmontaguu]

"She worked and she prayed and it wasn't in vain. She knew pain could be strength and that strength could be pain. She forced enemy forces to fly. She banished the planes from the sky and she did something useful."

— Holly Sumpton as Jean Leslie in Operation Mincemeat

(© @lasagnatrades)

[thenameis--kev]

@xoxoholly

He stood outside Holly’s building, a smoke hanging from the corner of his lips. He really should have called earlier but once he had started walking he hadn’t stopped to think about where his feet were taking him for there was only one option. The lights of Holly’s apartment seemed off, so there was a big chance she wasn’t home at all, but he figured he could wait. It was snowing again. Kevin didn’t want to go back home, nor anywhere else with the weather as it was. He struggled to bring his phone out of his pocket since he still had only one functional hand and dialled Holly’s number from memory. “Hey, babe. I’m–” Kevin took the phone away so he could get a shaky breath out, then cleared his throat. “I’m outside your building. Uh... Are you home? Or are you going to be soon?” His voice cracked. “I need you.”

[kelthedad]

Kel’s stress level had reached new heights. Currently, he was listlessly walking through the grocery store, trying to remember what he needed. The girls weren’t with him, for once. He was going to go broke hiring a babysitter, but all he could think about was accidentally running into Holly with them in tow, Abigail not prepared for the sight of her mother again. Just another stress to his growing pile. He’d had it all handled fairly well, until Holly came to town. He had come to Woodridge specifically to get away from her memories, but she had up and followed them, keeping him from escaping the thought of her. 

He was in the cereal aisle when he caught a woman with a child sending him judgmental looks, while he put in a few different boxes of cereal. She made blatant eye contact then scoffed, and something inside him snapped. Too many layers of stress were pushing him to snap, and he grabbed one of the sugary cereal boxes to hold it up. “You have a problem with this?” He asked, and she started to shuffle away a little. “Because last time I checked it’s not up to every damn stranger that deems themselves worthy of parenting to stick their nose in my business, and I’m about sick of people judging me for the way I raise my girls. If I want to feed them some sugary cereal, that’s up to me. Just because I’m a man, doesn’t make me incapable of raising two girls, and I’m sick of people telling me how to do my job. It sure as hell doesn’t mean I need to go crawling back to my ex-wife, just because she deemed us worthy to come back to, so I don’t need some random lady in a grocery store judging me for that. I know what’s best for my kids.” At this point she was already leaving the aisle, but Kel was worked up and his voice was raised high. Frustration overtaking him, he turned and slammed his fist into a line of cereal boxes, crumpling a whole row of cardboard.

@hollyxstarling

[ewenmontaguu]

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[undercover-brett-blog]

Late Night Dining l Brett&Holly

Brett wasn’t entirely too sure what exactly made him decide to stick around two hours after his shift ended at the club that he couldn’t stand working…just for a girl. Who in all honesty he didn’t think found him nearly as interesting as he found her. He wasn’t even sure what exactly it was about her that he found so captivating. It wasn’t like he’d never seen a beautiful woman before, he’d seen plenty. Especially at a club like Hypnotic with most of them walking around half naked. And that was another thing Brett would have never imagined in a million years that he’d find a stripper that made him tongue tied. She didn’t have to say or do anything to make him start to already second guess himself and he hated it as much as he loved it.

And now here he was waiting for her to get off work so he could surprise her with some late night taco bell dinner. It wasn’t the ideal first place to take a girl, but truth be told Brett hadn’t really thought this out very well and the idea had only sprung to mind when he was clocking out. There was always the chance that Holly would come out, he’d ask and she’d say no but Brett was banking all his pride that it wouldn’t go down like that. Because if it did he probably wouldn’t be able to face her again for another week or so. The more he waited the more it seemed like a better idea to just head home, spontaneous ideas like this only work out in the movies and Brett’s life wasn’t a movie. 

Just as he kicked off the wall and started for his car the employee back door opened and out walked the girl of the hour. Brett had two choices continuing to walk to his car and regretting not asking for the rest of the night or walking towards her and asking with a chance of getting shot down. In the end it was obvious he’d go with the second choice, it wasn’t in Brett’s nature to back out of a challenge. “Holly!” he called out automatically slipping on one of his boyish smiles. “Just the girl I was looking for actually. I was kind of hungry and I thought that maybe if you were kind of hungry as well we could go get in touch with our inner south of the border selves and get some tacos?”

[mikeinthedark]

So tell me about your mother... - Mike/Holly {private}

Mike walked to Holly's office and took at moment to breathe, knowing he was about to start talking about the things on his mind. He had always found it hard to be truly honest about the things that bothered him. It was just the way it was when you had an upbringing centered around repression and denial. Reaching out a hand he shakily knocked on the office door and waited for a reply.

[mikeinthedark]

Alone in the dark (Mike/Holly)

Mike woke up. For a moment he couldn't tell. He had no idea where he was and he couldn't see a thing. His memory slowly came to him as he relived the horrible experience of the last few hours. He assumed that's how long it had been but in reality he had no idea how long he'd been out.

Rising to his feet and pulling himself off the bed, Mike began blindly searching out the room with his hands. He'd found a chair, a dresser and the door by stumbling into all 3. Slowly he poked his head through the door frame and felt the slightly cool breeze wash over his face, making the hair on the back of his neck stand to attention. There were definitely stairs here somewhere but he had no idea where.

"Hello? Dr Holiday? Anyone?" He called out into the darkness.