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adoregojo · 2 months

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secret admirer.

hihihihihihihihi, i cannot believe i actually slept for two days in a row? wth? and also that i never did this kind of posts? im such a lazy bum mb yall, I promise I'll write a real fic soon. summary: bllk characters as your secret admirers: isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo. how they fell, what do they do, how did they confess.

isagi.y

him. just him.

you once held his shirt collar to stop him from planting flatly on the floor.

and when you walked away, you walked with his heart in your palms.

yea, just like that

but honestly, isagi himself didn't knew he was such a big sap inside

and the moment he realised you two shared a few classes was the second he almost kneeled and thanked the sky itself for this.

an absolute swoon from looking at your side profile.

he once was long gone within the abyss of daydreaming about you, he genuinely just couldn't look away.

then got called out by the teacher for being too distracted.

definitely prayed that you didn't see that.

writes your name unintentionally in his notebook.

gets so embarrassed about it later and rips the paper.

still dose it again the next day and almost ripped the whole book apart form cringing at himself.

he once was musing over you too much to the point that your name slipped out unwittingly on the dinner table.

his parents couldn't stop teasing him about it, wondering when they would see you walking down their house door.

leaves love notes in your locker almost everyday.

it's something short and simple like: "you look pretty today."

then when he goes home he'll realize how dumb that was because you literally look the prettiest everyday.

dumb, dumby.

takes time to make the first move though.

he just feels like you're way, farther away from his reach.

it's okay, he still considers himself lucky to be one of those who got admire you.

he just hoped you saw him behind all of them, even if it was a glance.

chigiri.h

omgg pretty boyyy

despite chigiri being a confident and self-reliant, the trigger words of his old injury was like a pulling a pin of a grenade to his still-raw sorrowness. something that'll always haunt him.

and what dose he dare to say when they were nothing but truthful? like a salt to his wounds, he tends to just take it and suck it up, or at least try to ignore it for his sake.

but everything flipped when you stood up for him.

from that moment on. chigiri knew that he was far a goner.

out of everyone here he's definitely the most romantic one.

reads all your favourite books and analysis it.

probably named a cat after you.

like isagi he writes love letters for you.

just a little too poetic..

it it's short then it's something like: "loving you is like breathing." or "i hope your days are filled with the same joy you give me with your existence only."

but mostly is: "my definition of love, i see the true meaning of living behind your hue of life. you shall lighten my soul with your existence alone, i was born to see you shin each day, witnessing you is a blessing from heaven itself. the day that i stop seeing you as the owner of the stars is the day my body shall vanish, yet my soul will know it way back to you. from your only and one your admirer."

what a lovesick clown.

he might be a smooth talker on the outside, but trust me the butterflies of sentimental keeps on swirling in his stomach on the sight of you.

told his mother and sister about you.

it was his biggest regrets.

because the next day his sister shouted your name in a demand for you to spend the night for the 'meeting of the future in law'.

he had to physically drag her back to the car, freaking embarrassing.

couldn't meet your eyes for a while after that.

wants to hold your hand.

like, really badly.

it's just that feeling your skin against his cold, pristine hands must've feel like the loveliest, cosiest thing.

the thoughts alone are making him go crazy.

he confessed first, just couldn't help himself.

he just hoped if you would go to the end of the world alongside with him.

bachira.m

the sunshine boy himself.

the definition of fell first AND fell harder.

it all started when the class was ordered to work as duo for a project, something he always despised.

you may say that because bachira was definitely not having the word 'smart' in his book, you'd be right actually.

but mainly since no one really wanted to group up with him.

it was embarrassing, to just sit there and wait to be picked was putting him under the lights that pointed him out as the most pitiful creature in the room.

then you pocked him on the shoulder, and asked him if he wanted to be your partner.

and when he didn't see the sarcasm reeking from you, he knew he tripped hard, and couldn't find it anywhere in his feet to back him up.

it was strange, bachira never had a company, let alone a crush.

but the signs were there, and were painfully vulnerable.

painted you in art class multiple times; you with a smile, you reading a book, you sniffing a sunflower.

maybe also you and him... holding hands or hugging...

stares at your face a way, way too long.

he tells himself it's to crave your features better and detailed.

even he doesn't believe that however.

he draws your eyes a lot.

his second favourite colour is your eyes hue.

he was never the best at writing romantic poems, and his hand writing is just........

so he insisted gets you a gift!

which is a rock.

yes you heard me, rock.

he would even paint a little face with a smile on it and leave it on your desk by the end of the day.

almost went bald from joy when you had it hanging as a small march on your bag.

and when you had a bad day, that goes unnoticed by him.

so imagine your surprise when you would find two pairs of rocks, one kissing the other who had a sad expression on it face.

that somehow that foster a blissful smile on your face. like that little action extinct any remains of the past negative you carried.

and bachira was more than happy to be the reason for your happiness.

definitely rambles about you to his mom.

and his monster.

he once ha a dream about you two smooching.

cried when he woke up because he wanted it to be real more than anything.

you two confessed first, at the same time.

and boy was he dancing on cloud nine at it.

he almost smooch you that moment and then.

reo.m

it's mister perfect everyone, cheer.

you fell first, he fell harder.

no, literally. you fell. tripped flat on the floor.

and somehow, that made the reo mikage heart move.

?????????

love at first (fall??) sight.

he definitely leaves a trail of gifts for you everywhere.

your chair, desk, locker, bag.

he switches between chocolate and flowers to letters and perfumes, necklaces, etc..

you say how he picked them?

easy, see something that reminds him of you, he buys.

and it's pretty foolish since he sees you in almost everything.

reo is convinced that you're within everything that shins beautifully.

he actually paid the teachers to let him be in the same classroom as you.

paid even more to get a seat next to you.

rip to whoever was sitting next to you.

he once heard that a guy was bothering you.

the next day the guy was the talking of school because he suddenly moved out of town due to his dad losing his job.

hm, must be karma then.

has a shrine of you.

but you didn't hear that from me.

talks about you none stop to nagi and ba-ya.

genuinely sobbed when he imagined you with someone else.

has a flight under your name.

made a makeshift doll of you so he can practice his confessions on.

had a mental breakdown of the idea of you rejecting him.

reo can the most horrible, miserable day to a human kind to live.

then he sees you smiling

BOOM

he's all happy and smiling again, also a little giddy.

you once greeted him good morning, the next day he was planing what ring would suit you the most.

had two planes to write on the sky: 'will you go out with me?' and your name next to it in a shade of a heart.

now, you definitely cannot reject that. (Please don't)

have a nice day everyone.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #reo x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #reo mikage x reader

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onlyjaeyun · 10 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞)

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"Alright", Jake sighs and tries his very best to hide the excitement rushing through his body, despite the fact his boys know him better than anyone on this planet and can easily tell from the way he's been carrying the biggest smile on his face for the past two hours.

"How do I look?" The young parent turns to his friends, who are currently all laid out on his bed, phones in their hands before they sit up and mumble a row of approving words.

"It's not too much, right? This time it's a date but I still don't want to overdo it", he says nervously and runs a hand through his dark hair, adjusts his jewelry and then comes to sit on the chair at his desk.

"You look great, Yun", Heeseung says and smiles at him, the older one's mind filled with anxious thoughts as he remembers the messages he had exchanged with his best friend's brother, "and you're not doing too much, I promise."

Jake nods at the reassurance and actually lets out a loud chuckle at the thought of getting to spend the whole evening with you, the one thing he's been looking forward to all week.

To say the past few days had been hard would be an understatement.

After his older brother had contacted him, Jake had to deal with a constant state of anxiety in a way he hasn't had to in years. The first few nights he barely slept as the fear of losing his younger brother to Chan made sleep absolutely unbearable. Seyun is his baby, after all. He's the human he has been raising for so long, the actual reason why he's still here and living a life he never thought he'd come to love again. The mere thought of their oldest taking him away breaking his heart with absolute ease.

Jaeyun doesn't know who Chan is anymore, and the more he thinks about it, the more he realises he probably never knew who his brother was in the first place.

Because the Chan Hyung he knew, loved, adored and admired all these years would have never abandoned his baby brothers for a life without responsibilities.

But apparently he was wrong all along, which is probably the reason why he's been so careful and worried about the oldest trying anything to take away Seyun from him, something Jake doesn't want to think about or even imagine.

After a few sleepless nights, Heeseung and you had decided to take turns in checking up on the young parent, knowing he'd feel safest when you two are around to let himself get a tiny bit of sleep. In those few days Jake has been more than just grateful for the support system he's got, something he sometimes unintentionally takes for granted yet always appreciates.

He would have never made it this far without his Heeseung Hyung. The two boys went through it all in a way nobody could ever understand. Seung was there for Jake when Seyun ran his first fever, drove and stayed with them at the hospital until early morning, taking care of the youngest all while comforting his best friend and giving him the reassurance he needed. Endless moments in which Lee Heeseung became the older brother Jaeyun had needed oh so badly, his dearest friend and actual soultwin.

His boys all came around about a year after Jake had moved back to Seoul and ever since they had created this little circle of comfort people, Jake felt like nothing would ever bring him down again. He was on top of the world and despite being scared at first, your presence in his life has only added onto this feeling.

Maybe that's why the whole shift of your friendship makes him so nervous. Maybe it's the thought of things not working out and losing you which makes his heart skip a beat in the worst way possible.

Just as Jake is about to lose himself in all those negative and heartbreaking thoughts, Heeseung notices the shift in his facial expressions and quickly calls out for him, not wanting him to go somewhere this dark again.

"Sim Jaeyun."

The young parent quickly shoots his head in the direction of his friends, all four of them, including his youngest brother, attentively staring at him and pulling him back into reality with just their gazes.

"Don't go there, bro", Jay suddenly says and smiles, the expression not reaching his eyes as sadness fills the dark brown and makes Jake realise just how good these boys know him, "you're going to have a great night with a great woman. That's all that matters right now, yeah?"

All he can do is nod in response before he takes a last look into the mirror and then makes his way to the front door.

Despite all of the boys knowing the rules, Jake can't help but go through them all again, painfully aware they're going to break at least one of the rather strict ones for the sake of the little one's happiness.

"And no matter what", he sighs and opens the door, turning back around to face his friends, "if anything happens, you call me, yeah?"

They all just start nodding their head in complete sync and with a bright smile Jake kneels down to be on eye level with his brother, a worry filled expression grazing his usually so happy features as he lets out a soft sigh.

"And you'll be a good boy for your Hyungs, right?" Jaeyun takes his brother's tiny face into his big hands and places a soft kiss on each cheek before he goes for his forehead and rests his lips just a tad bit longer there as the younger one eagerly starts blabbering out his promises.

"I'm so proud of you, CJ", he whispers and smiles, all the boys almost sadly watching the scene unfold as Seyun remains completely unaware of his older brother's worries and anxiety, "I know you're going to have lots of fun. And if you're not asleep by the time we're back, Noona might come over and read you your nighttime story, okay?"

His words are almost immediately being followed by an overly enthusiastic nod and a tight hug before the younger suddenly lets out a loud giggle.

"Noona!" The formality has Jake's ears perk up in excitement and with a bright smile he quickly gets up and turns around to look at you, only to have every bit of air knocked out of his lungs from your sight.

"Wow", he breathes and lets his hungry eyes roam your body, your cute little dress almost perfectly matching the vibe of his own outfit and the longer he stares at you, the tighter his throat feels.

You're so beautiful, so much prettier than anyone he's ever seen. And as soon as his gaze meet yours, he feels himself getting lightheaded.

"So pretty", he whispers and elicits a row of loud chuckles from you and his boys, which quickly makes him realise that he, acain, actually said his thoughts out loud.

"Thank you, Jae", you reply calmly and nervously pull on your fingers before you come to stand right in front of him.

"You look really good, too." It takes everything in your willpower to stop yourself from just hugging him, your body actually craving the feeling of his strong arms and the absolute feeling of security and comfort they come with.

"Alright! Time to say our goodbyes, Yunie", Sunoo says and shoots a wink at you, a cheeky grin plastered on his and the other boys' faces as they watch you hug Seyun and then quickly disappearing back inside, leaving the two of you all alone.

"I'm sorry", Jake suddenly says when you reach the elevator, your brows furrowing in confusion, "I always make things awkward but you just make me so fucking nervous."

His confession drives the butterkies in your tummy absolutely crazy and you physically can't stop yourself from giggling in response.

"You're okay, Jae", you quickly reassure him and place your hand on his arm, his big puppy eyes almost instantly finding yours and if it wasn't for the doors of the elevator closing, you would have lost yourself in the sweetest brown you've ever seen.

"Oh, my God", Jake starts laughing and quickly overs his flushed face from your eyes, his sudden shyness making you happy in the sweetest way possible.

You don't comment on it, though. The two of you make your way out of the apartment building and get straight into the uber Jake had ordered, a beat of silence following before he sighs and places his hand on yours.

"I haven't done...this in quite a while", he confesses, "and the last time wasn't even as serious because I was a literal teenager and didn't even go on proper dates with her." You still remain quiet, yet nod at him to let him know you're attentively listening to everything he says, subconsciously enjoying the sound of his voice.

"And I'm a little nervous about disappointing you, if I gotta be honest", at these words however, you almost automatically furrow your brows.

"Jaeyun", you sigh and scoot a little closer to him, not pushing his hand away from yours as you look him in the eyes and smile.

He's just so pretty. Pretty in a way you can't even begin to describe it. As if his features were perfectly chosen to fit each other, creating an actual piece of art and something you could stare at for hours, especially his nose. You've never seen anyone with a nose as perfect as his and as weird as this may sound, you can't even get yourself to feel ashamed of your thoughts.

"All of this is new to me, too", you reassure him and try your best to stop violently staring at his nose, "I know you're trying your best, so please don't worry about disappointing me. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, I'm just happy to spend time with you. There's no such thing as the perfect date and from what Seung has told me you've been trying to plan this night to its full perfection, but I hope you know that I'm going to love it even if things don't go as expected."

Jake never once averts his gaze from yours and the longer he looks at you with those eyes, the calmer you feel, something you've never quite experienced like this and for the tenth time within the past ten minutes you feel your whole body going absolutely crazy.

"Thank you", he whispers and lets out a loud sigh of relief once he's processes all of your words, "it's crazy how much your words calm me down. It's like you always know what to say or do to put me at ease."

Jaeyun's words are sincere and from the way he's looking at you, you can tell he actually just said what's on his heart.

Once the two of your arrive at the restaurant, Jaeyun makes sure to give you the full dinner date experience: holds the door open for you, pulls your chair back and orders for you. He doesn't even think twice about switching his plate with yours when your order turns out to be a lot spicier than you thought, cracking a joke here and there to ease the unintended tension in between stories and attentively listening to every single one of your cute little childhood stories.

Every once in a while you notice the way he tries his best to hold back a cough as the intensity of the spice hits him and at one point you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter when he lets out the loudest, dad-worthy cough the second everyone in the restaurant goes silent.

It doesn't take long for the two of you to leave after that, Jake's face covered in the deepest shades of red from all the stares he had been receiving, his tongue and mouth burning from how hot that "fucking" pasta actually was and still as hungry as he was when you two got there.

To make up for the misery you had put him in, you jokingly pulled him into the next convenient store, preparing the two of you his favorite ramen bowl and even getting him something sweet for dessert, which you end up eating at a random down the road.

You don't even realise how fast time passes as you calmly watch the mannerisms of Sim Jaeyun attentively, hating the way how everything he does seems to be attractive in your eyes. The way he licks his lips, the smile spreading on his face when you tell him a story about your first childhood heartbreak, his expressive eyes, even the way he's holding his chopsticks makes your heart skip a beat.

And for the first time in years you feel seen, heard and actually listened to. Jaeyun makes sure to give you his complete attention as soon as you start talking, his reactions remain as sincere and genuine from the beginning until the very end and you can't help but love the feelings he's causing inside of you.

As the night goes on, you start talking about likes and dislikes, favorites and leasts, family and friends, heartbreaks and plans for the future, a first for you as well as for him.

Jaeyun even talks about his plans pre-accident, doesn't hesitate to mention his disappointment yet quickly letting you know how he doesn't mind being where he is right now and you can't help but think about Jake as a teenager and all of his dreams before destiny had decided to take them away from him.

The tears find their way down your cheeks before you can even process it and as soon as Jaeyun takes notice of your reaction he stops in his tracks to look at you.

"Oh, no", he whispers and gently takes your face into his big hands to wipe away your tears, his heart doublibg in its size when you move further into his touch, "it's okay, pretty girl. I've accepted things and know this had to happen, please don't cry."

His soft tone, the gentleness of his expression and the absolute adoration in his pretty eyes as well as the nickname just make you sob harder and without missing a beat you bury your face in his neck and cry just a little more.

Jake doesn't say anything after that, just wraps his arms around your body and caresses your back, plays with your hair and even places a gentle kiss on top of your head.

"Hey", he suddenly says and reaches for your cheek to pull you away and lock eyes with him, easily losing yourself in the comfort his gaze comes with, "hi, pretty one."

You actually chuckle at his compliment and finally get yourself to calm down, your eyes quickly focusing on the way Jake pulls his plump bottom lip in between his teeth; the one habit of his which never fails to make your head spin.

You don't know how long the two of you just look at each other but the more time passes, the more intense the urge to just kiss him becomes.

"Can I...", his voice is a mere whisper and you can tell he's actually holding his breath as the blush grazes the tip of his nose now, too, "can I kiss you?"

You can't get yourself to actually respond to him, so all you do is nod, maybe even a little too enthusiastically and from the way Jake bites his lip even harder, you can tell he's very much aware and definitely amused by your reaction.

He calmly pulls your face closer to his own, gently nudging his nose against yours and placing the softest kiss on the corner of your lips as if he was teasing you.

"Jae", you whisper against his lips and tighten your grip on his shirt, "please."

And since Jake has never been one to make you wait, he doesn't miss another moment before he pulls you into a soft kiss.

The feeling of his plump lips finally meeting yours pushes every bit of oxygen out of your lungs, leaving you completely lightheaded. The more he deepens the kiss, the greedier you become and for a moment you can't even remember your own name. You follow the movement of his lips with your own, jolts of arousal rushing through your body as his taste starts coating the muscle of your tongue you can't get yourself to stop.

Jaeyun kisses you in a way you've never experienced it before. Passionate, eager and hungry, yet calm and gentle to the point where you feel like you're floating.

Every now and then he sighs against your lips, digs his teeth into the soft flesh and smiles at your reactions before he pulls away to stop himself from passing out.

And just when you thought this moment couldn't become any more perfect, Jaeyun slowly places his lips on your forehead and lets them rest there as he gives you both the opportunity to catch your breaths.

"You're so..cute", he chuckles and quickly places a hasty kiss on your parted lips, "so fucking cute."

"Stop teasing me", you mumble and bury your face in his chest, too flustered to even look at him, your brain still cloudy from the kiss.

"Me? Teasing you? Never", Jake chuckles yet bursts into actual laughtee when you look at him with a dead expression, yet pulling you back into his arms right after.

By the time you come to stand at your front door again, five hours had already passed by and this week's exhaustion catches up on the both of you.

Jake doesn't talk much once he gets a little sleepier and from his constant blinking and lack of verbal response you can tell said time of the night has arrived.

You give him another quick kiss and finally get yourself to say your goodbye, only to push your face into a pillow and muffle your scream of excitement as memories of the whole evening fill your head.

And for the first time in weeks, you go to sleep without any doubts or worries, because nothing has ever felt as right as Sim Jaeyun, regardless of what your beain has been trying to tell you.

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transbrucewayne · 3 months

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wip 1: local twink under the influence declares undying love to confused dilf.

wip 2: I know we’re friends but we just slept together and I thought it was a one night stand but now you’re trying to take care of me and I don’t know how to handle that.

wip 3: help! I’m not homophobic but my gay roommate keeps bringing guys back to the apartment and it makes me really uncomfortable.

wip 4: of course there’s only one bed. let’s hatefuck about it.

wip 5: we’re exes and our current boyfriends are also exes. let’s all fuck about it.

wip 6: princess grid twink becomes prize to be won in totally straight competiton between idiots.

#Teehee thank you for the tag!!!!#lmk guys ! also feel free to still send asks regarding the game from yesterday!!#f1 #my post #my writing #my fics #tag game

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Keep your eyes peeled (George Russell)

Olivia Russell has the best idea for her show and tell

Note: english is not my first language, here is some George content that I hope you like. I'm trying to go through the requests and not post the same driver twice in a row so I ask for your understanding if your request is yet to be posted, I promise I'm working on them 🤍

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

You had finished loading the dishwasher from breakfast while George went upstairs to get ready, Olivia right behind his step so she could put the rest of her school uniform on and grab her backpack too. Grabbing your little boy from his highchair, you tickled his tummy as he gurgled at you, the gummy smile becoming one of your favorites, along with his father's and sister's, "are you happy today, little monkey? Yes, you are, because you slept through the whole night. And you allowed mummy and daddy to sleep for longer too, such a good and clever boy you are!", you said as you kissed his chubby cheeks, earning a few more giggles as you made your way upstairs so you could dress yourself too. Olivia's class was having a family day and had asked the children and parents to go for a show and tell type of activity, your daughter's items already in a box downstairs so you, still in your maternity leave, and George, who was in his winter break, could attend with your family. Laying Arthur on his tummy on your and George's bed so he could be safe while you changed, you heard your daughter's footsteps down the hall and into your bedroom, "Mummy, mummy, can I help dress Arthur, please?", she said as you picket out a dress from your wardrobe, "Sure darling, I'm going to get ready in the bathroom when daddy gets out and they you two can do it together", you smiled, grateful that Olivia didn't feel like you had put her aside when your little boy was born, having heard many stories about older siblings taking the shared attention very badly. But Olivia was always happy to help with her little brother, grabbing you your pillow whenever you needed to feed him or telling George to slow down his walking because "you'll wake Arthur up daddy, and mummy and I just put him to sleep", the little kisses she placed on his face and hands warming the coldest of hearts.

George patted your butt when you passed by him to go into the bathroom he had just left, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before you closed the door, "you look very pretty, darling", George complimented, "you always say that daddy", she said, rolling her eyes despite the blush on her cheeks, "well, my little girl always looks pretty", he said, smiling as the blush on her cheeks got even redder, pressing a kiss to the top of her head carefully so he wouldn't undo the braid you ha done on her hair earlier by Olivia's request. Grabbing Arthur's clothes you had left on top of the dresser, George checked his diaper, finding it clean as he started undressing the little boy so he could dress him in one of the dungarees outfit his grandma had gotten his son, "I'm going to help you daddy, here Arthur", she said as she helped put one of the legs of the item of clothing while George did the other, lifting him by his under his arms while Olivia pushed it over his nappy and belly, clasping the buttons shut over his long-sleeved onesie, "look daddy, he looks so handsome!", she pointed at her brother before she gave him a careful kiss on his cheek, the little boy wanting to respond with the same affection to his sister as he puckered his lips too.

You left the bathroom to see everyone dressed and ready, "You look beautiful, darling", George came up to you and complimented you while you both watched your children interacting, the amazing bubble of family love growing day by day, "we did really good", you whispered as you kissed George's jaw, him humming at the affection while looking at his watch and figuring you should start packing to get going, not wanting to arrive late. "Aren't you my handsome little man? Yes, you are!", you cooed at the blue eyed baby, nudging your nose with his for an eskimo kiss, "mummy loves you so much", you said as you snuggled him to you, looking around the room to see if you were missing anything, facing your husband with a blank expression on his lips, "everything alright my love?", you asked, "I used to be the handsome man, what happened now?", he teased, kissing the top of Arthur's head before your little boy giggled, snuggling further into your neck as you kissed his head too, making your way down the stairs as you shook your head at your husband's antics, "It's the dungarees, right? I should get some for myself too, bet I'd look really good in them".

"Oh, forgot the muslin cloths, I'll be right back", you said as you headed upstairs to get them, Olivia ready to go as she grabbed the fuzzy one piece you had gotten for Arthur for the winter months, "Daddy, help me please!", she called, George figuring she was just worried about her brother being cold and guiding her on how she should dress her brother in it, "Good job darling!", he said as she highfived them, Arthur kicking his little legs in celebration. When you came back downstairs, everyone was ready to go, promoting you to put on your boots and coat and grab your bags so you could head out.

Arriving in the school parking lot, George got Arthur out of his car seat and into his buggie, tapping his nose as he smiled back at the giggly boy, using the one of the flannels you got earlier to clean some spit on his chin while you helped Olivia out of the SUV, the four of you making your way inside the school along with the other families. "Good morning", you greeted the mothers at the gate, noticing one of them looked a few seconds too long at your husband, "that's Jackson's mummy, she was the one who asked me about you when Arthur was in your belly still", she said nonchalantly as she referred to the time the woman had asked her if 'mummy and daddy were upset at eachother' when she noticed that you were not in doing the school run anymore and George was not wearing his wedding band, the real reasons behind it being your morning sickness and your husband's ring being at the cleaners when it fell in a pot of a liquid of some sort in the Mercedes factory. You hummed along, not knowing what to say to your daughter but letting her know you were listening to her. Yes, your husband looked like a treat with children around him, but they were your children, you thought as your mama bear instincts came out.

You got to Olivia's classroom just in time, sitting in the back rows so you could hop out of the room if Arthur got too fussy from sitting in your lap, "Oh look, we have a little bear in our classroom today", Olivia's teacher tickling your son's cheek when she entered the room, Olivia smiling as her plan was finally coming together. You watched the kids talk about and show their first picture and their favourite activities to do, and now one of the boys was telling his class and their families about their favourite teddy, prompting you to look in the bag for the stuffed bear you knew Olivia and George had placed in there this morning, not being able to find it, "Olivia, did you see your bear?", you asked as George looked around where you were, checking if it hadn't fallen on the floor when his daughter looked the least bit worried about the potential loss of her favourite stuffed animal Toto and Susie and offered her when she was a baby, "Olivia, do you know something we don't?", George whispered quietly, "my favourite teddy is Arthur when he's wearing his bear suit", she pointed at her brother, "and I wanted to bring him to show and tell", she explained her plan and you and George laughed quietly, knowing only your daughter would try and trick you both about this. When Olivia was called for her turn, you were behind her as your arms helped her support her brother on her lap, everyone laughing at the genius idea and cooing at all of the stories she told to justify why her brother was her favourite teddy, "he's my bestfriend, and we play together on the playmat, and sing songs, although sometimes he sings out of tune", she scrunched her face, George managing to record all of it and send it to the family's group chat, his brother replying there is no doubt she is your's and Y/N's child, the amount of wit and cheekiness is uncanny.

When you were making your way back home, Arthur sleeping in his carseat after he had his belly full of milk, you talked about the experience, "so you wanted to trick mummy and daddy?", George asked, "Yes, and I got you!", she did as she waved her hands around, "you did darling, we were both very impressed", you said, looking at her by the rearview mirror, "it's alright, you can try and catch my next trick. But you have to keep your eyes peeled because if not you won't notice it again", you and your husband shook your heads while laughing softly, looking at eachother as you reached the red traffic light, almost knowing you were thinking around the same thing. This was your family. The one his love and your love created, and neither of you wanted it in any other way.

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exoahgasebby · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 3 : Punishment - Connie Springer

Pairing: Connie Springer x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: You decide to punish your boyfriend Connie for ignoring your needs.

Warnings: Minors/Ageless blogs DNI 18+, explicit language, cockwarming

Masterlist : AO3 : Wattpad

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“I’m gonna get online and play with Jean and Eren, baby.”

As badly as you wanted to protest, you gave in. You had to remind yourself daily that the move to Marley left Connie feeling a little lonely sometimes. He had left all of his remaining friends behind, following you when you got an opportunity to work at your dream job.

With him recently enrolling back into school, the two of you had gotten less time together and it was starting to take a toll on your relationship. You tried to plan date nights every week, but most of them would end up with Connie forgetting all about them, him being too deep in studying for whatever exam he had that week.

Your sex life with your boyfriend was almost nonexistent at this point. It had to have been over a month since the last time he initiated sex, and even then it was just a quickie since the boys wanted him to get online right after. You remember how you felt that night, crying yourself to sleep because you were tired of feeling like his second priority.

Glancing at the clock on the tv, the big white letters read 1:30 AM. You roll your eyes in annoyance, shutting your laptop loudly as you stand up from the couch.

“I’m gonna play games with the boys tonight, baby,” you mutter in a mocking tone. “Fucking six hours later though? So fucking stupid.”

Your legs take you to your shared bedroom, stopping outside of the office along the way to listen to Connie play his game.

“Dude! What the fuck! Jaeger you’re so fucking bad at this!”

Connie was never a quiet man when it came to anything. A giggle emits from your mouth as a memory comes to your thoughts of the time he almost got the two of you evicted back in Paradis. What had started out as a simple game of Uno between your friend group had ended in Jean and Connie screaming in each others’ faces claiming each other to be the biggest cheater in the game. At the time, you were absolutely mortified at the thought of being almost evicted, but now you can stand in the hallway of your 3 bedroom house and laugh about it.

As you walk away from the door, Connie continues his rant about how Eren is the worst Call of Duty player he’s ever seen, making you laugh the rest of the way to your bedroom. Connie would normally be waiting for you in bed by the time you got there, but all that greets you is a dark quiet room. You sigh to yourself as you sit on the edge of the bed.

Your eyes find the mirror that was placed at the foot of the bed. Immediately your brain starts to pick apart the little imperfections that you see - your eye bags make it look like you haven’t slept in weeks, your thighs look bigger than normal, etc. You know it’s not healthy to think this way, but when Connie is ignoring you it’s easy to think the worst of yourself.

“What the fuck am I even doing?” you mutter to yourself, trying to kick yourself out of your funk.

You glance in the direction of your closet, an idea forming as you see a red lace two piece set peaking out from the row of clothes. Your feet move in that direction without hesitation, your brain deciding to make Connie regret ignoring you as much as he had been recently.

Clothes are quickly discarded on the floor as you slip the garment onto your body. As you tighten the corset and strap the leggings to the bottoms, you find yourself staring at yourself in the mirror again - this time your brain is not picking apart your body.

“Time to make him regret being such a dick.”

As you make your way down the hall to the office, you attempt to put yourself into your dominant space. It was so easy for you to submit to Connie and his ways, but tonight that wouldn’t be happening.

Connie’s yelling filters into the hallway as you open the door revealing the mostly dark room, the only light coming from the computer screen in front of him. His headset volume is turned up to max volume, making him completely unaware that you’ve made your way over to him. Your hands caress his shoulders, making him jump from the unexpected contact.

“What the fuck, y/n!” he yells, muting his headset and turning in your direction.

His eyes go wide when he sees the two-piece you’ve picked out, a small smirk showing on your face when you see his reaction. You trail your hands down his clothed chest as his hands find your waist.

“I miss you,” you say quietly, hoping he would get the hint.

“I know baby,” he says nonchalantly, trailing his hands along the sides of your body. “Just let me finish this game and I’ll get off, okay?”

“Can I sit on your lap and just cuddle, please?” you ask seductively while batting your eyelashes.

He pats his lap, expecting you to sit down facing the computer screen. A shocked expression crosses his features as you climb onto him, your chests touching and you wrap your arms around his neck. His hand instinctively finds its way to your ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing it lightly. Your face finds the crook of his neck, trying to hide the whimper that escapes your mouth when he squeezes you.

“Don’t distract daddy,” he says low in your ear, turning his chair around to face the game. “If you can’t cooperate, I won’t reward you later.”

Hearing his commanding tone made it difficult to not submit to him instantly, but you mentally told yourself to stay strong. This was his punishment, not yours. If you had to, you could easily pretend to be falling for his shit - and that was a risk you were willing to take.

“Jean, you’re such a fucking dumbass,” he says as he turns his mic back on.

You wait patiently to mess with him even though it’s torture for you as well. Occasionally, Connie’s hand squeezes your ass, knowing it drives you crazy.

After making an impressive kill, he smacks your ass hard in celebration. The slight bit of movement gives you your opportunity to nestle your pussy right on top of his cock. Your clit rubs against his sweats, giving you the friction you need to begin your punishment for him.

Your lips pepper his neck with light kisses as you slowly move yourself along his length, sighing at the feeling. Connie’s jaw clenches as he tries to fight the urge to moan, keeping his eyes glued to the game in front of him. He knows if he even glances at you that he’ll break completely.

“You really that needy?” he says, muting his mic so Jean and Eren don’t hear. “Such a little slut. Can’t even wait 10 more minutes.”

Words that would normally have you falling apart at the seams have you feeling even more angry at him. He dared to call you a slut when he hasn’t touched you sexually in over a month. Of course you were needy - that’s what happens when you’re ignored daily.

You quicken your pace, the wetness from you coating his sweatpants. He moves his character to a spot on the map where he won’t be seen clearly, grabbing your ass roughly with his hands when it’s hidden completely. His hands help you move along his length, quiet moans falling from your mouth as you feel yourself reaching your climax.

“You gonna cum, baby?”

You nod your head quickly, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

Just as you’re about to reach your peak, Connie’s hands pull you off his lap. As you stand above him you whimper at the loss of contact, seeing a sinister smirk come to his face. His hands slide down his sweatpants and boxers, making his hard cock spring free. You can feel yourself practically salivating at the sight as his hands make their way to your hips. He brings your body closer to his, one of his hands snaking to your pussy. A finger trails along the wet folds, making him realize you chose the one set that was crotchless.

“Since you wanna be such a fucking needy slut,” he says, rubbing his finger lightly on your clit. “How about you have a seat on daddy’s cock.”

Your brain doesn’t comprehend the words that fall from his mouth as he brings his hands back to your hips, gripping them tightly as he shoves you down onto his cock.

“Connie!”

A mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelms you as you try to adjust to his size quickly. You try to move yourself along his length, but his hands hold you in your place.

“Don’t fucking move,” he says harshly. “This is your punishment since you don’t want to fucking listen. Now sit here like the good girl you are, and wait until I’m done with the next game.”

Connie thinks he has you in the palm of his hand, a smirk showing proudly on his face. The sound of gunfire continues as you sit patiently waiting for your moment for payback. His cock fills you to the brim, making the urge to move hard to fight. He can’t hear your quiet whimpers over his friends and the gunfire, but he can feel you resisting the urge to squeeze him every time his cock twitches inside you.

“Shit guys, there’s a whole fucking team heading our way!” Eren yells through the headset.

Perfect timing, you think to yourself. You trail your hand up Connie’s chest, letting it rest at the base of his neck.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you -”

“No, you listen to me, Connie,” you say harshly, grabbing the sides of his neck. “I’m tired of being fucking ignored, so this is your punishment. You need to just sit there and play your game while I get myself off on your cock.”

“Oh shit!” Jean yells through the headset.

“Don’t you dare mute that fucking mic,” you say, smacking his hand away from the headset. “Since you want to be such a fucking prick, your friends can listen to me fuck you. Don’t fucking move, and don’t you dare fucking die - or I won’t reward you later.”

Connie nods his head quickly, making you smirk in satisfaction. Your hips begin to move, sliding up his cock until you’re satisfied enough to slam yourself back down onto him. You squeeze the sides of his neck harder, earning a low whimper from him.

His cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust onto him, making you moan loudly. Connie’s eyes struggle to stay on the game, the scene of you fucking yourself on his cock hotter than he could’ve ever imagined. He resists the urge to reach out and grab your tits that are almost begging to be released from the garment in front of him. His name falling from your mouth like a chant has him losing focus as he feels your hand fall from his neck. The edge of his shirt rubs onto your clit, creating that little bit of friction needed to send you over the edge. You squeeze around his cock hard, finally causing him to moan loudly. “Fuck! Gonna cum!” you moan loudly.

“Holy fucking shit dude,” Eren says loudly in the speaker.

“This is hot as fuck,” Jean says in agreement with Eren.

“C’mon baby,” Connie moans, desperate to feel you cum around his cock.

Your walls squeeze him tightly as your orgasm hits you like a wave. Gunfire sounds stop completely as the wet sound of your pussy taking him fills the room. The moans falling from your mouth are a mixture of Connie’s name and curse words as you continue to fuck yourself through it. Connie finally brings a hand down to your ass, squeezing it roughly as he helps you move along his length.

Your head falls onto his shoulder as your orgasm finally stops. Connie’s cock twitches inside you practically begging you for release. You whimper at the feeling, your own body wanting to feel another orgasm crash over it.

“Holy fucking shit baby,” Connie says as his hands make their way to your hips.

His lips kiss your cheek lightly as they trail down to your neck, earning a quiet moan from your lips. Your hips move your pussy along his length making him hiss in satisfaction.

“Connie, please fuck me,” you beg.

“You better fuck her before I come over there and do it,” Eren’s cocky voice sounds through the headset, making you giggle.

“In your fucking dreams, Jaeger.” Connie says, removing his headset and shutting off the game for the night.

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specialbrewbutterbeer · 2 years

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Back In North Island I Pt 2 (Bradshaw!Reader)

Word Count: 2806

TW: Parental Death, Alcohol consumption, general angst

AN: I'm working on Part 2 of Recall, I know that mainly what people are waiting, it's coming! I promise! But I just had to post this because it's been in my notes for ages and I can't seem to get it any better than it is- so suggestions going forward for this one would be really really helpful! (As for Recall!)

Requests are open and welcome, and Feedback is very much needed, it's was makes me wanna keep going and lets me know what you like to see me write ✍️ So please feel free to leave some!

PART 1

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Sandy lay back in her motel bed. It was dark by now, just the lights of the street lamps and cars passing by. She couldn't sleep.

She opened her door, and stepped out. She wasn't wearing shoes, which was probably a mistake, god knows what she could step on out here in the dark, but she didn't even think of it. She made sure she had her phone and room key in her pocket before she closed the door behind her, and went and sat down on the kurb beside her car, and looked up at the sky.

"Hey, Dad." She spoke under her breath. "I know Bradley talks to you all the time- but I don't. I'm sorry about that." She paused, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness that rang so deep, she thought it might kill her off. She took a deep breath. "It feels weird missing you- I'm missing something I never had... But Dad? I miss you. I miss you so much. My whole life I've been being told about you, stories, pictures. I feel like I know you and yet- we were never here together. Sometimes I think I should have become a pilot, just because then I might be closer to you, but- that's not really how it works is it? I hope you're up there. I hope you can hear me. I hope you know that there was no-one better you could have left behind for us than Uncle Pete. He's not perfect, but he cares. A lot..." She sighed. "Are you upset that he and Brad aren't talking? I am. They're all I've got without you and Mom. God... I wish you were here. I reckon you'd know how to straighten them out? I wish you were here for me. So I could be your little girl like I was supposed to. So you could sing that stupid song with me and Brad." She got too choked up to continue. She looked down through tears at her phone. She wiped her eyes and her finger hovered over her brother's name, then Maverick's. She didn't know that she wanted to talk to either if them. She'd have to open up to her brother one day- but tonight wasn't the night. Tomorrow was too big of a day for him and she didn't know that she even could do it tonight.

She turned off the phone and went back inside, but not before blowing two kisses up to the sky.

The next day, she got up and decided to do something she'd never even wanted to do before.

She got dressed, tied back her hair and wiped away the little bit of makeup she'd had on the day before but never taken off before she slept, and reapplied it, then got into her car and drove for about a half hour before she finally found what she was looking for.

She parked and stepped out and then walked along the isles and columns and rows to the right spot. She'd had the plot number memorised since she was a kid, but always refused to go. Even when they had intered their mother's ashes here- she had always felt bad about letting Bradley do that alone but she was just a kid and she couldn't face it.

She looked down at the little pale headstone, then her eyes began watering so badly that she couldn't read it. She looked over it and out to the sea before wiping her eyes.

This whole trip out to see her brother wasn't meant to be so emotional.

She sat down, cross-legged at the foot of the grave, placing the flowers that she had stopped to buy on the way, on top of it. This was the closest she was gonna get to her parents, and she felt so much like a kid in that moment.

'Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw 1962-1986'

She couldn't even read her Mom's name before she burst out into tears. Thank god no-one else was around, she didn't want to disturb anyone else- but then again, who would judge a woman for crying at her parents' grave?

Eventually she managed to collect herself, with her eyes and throat stinging and a shiver running through her, though it was hot. She looked back out at the sea. He died out there. She'd always been told it was quick- instant even, but who really knew that for sure. Someone had been with him at least- the same person who had always been there for her. That was a comfort- she and her Dad had one thing in common for sure- and that was Maverick.

They'd always called him that. Their Mom called him Pete more, but it was just force of habit for the kids. She was even used to hearing her Dad referred to by his call sign, didn't know either of their real names till she was about ten- but she'd just never got used to hearing 'Rooster' across a bar and connecting that with her brother.

She stayed there for a while, talked quietly to herself, her Mom and Dad, and eventually felt- better.

She lazed about on the beach most of the rest of the day, by the bar, which wasn't far from her motel- so she left her car there and walked over. When it opened in the early evening, she went in; wet hair, in her bikini- got plenty of stares, though there weren't many people, as she crossed to the toilets to change into a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, something comfy and scruffy. She had brought a second tshirt to dry her hair off with, which worked just fine.

Then she just waited around until dusk hit. When it did, she let another hour pass before texting her brother.

'Hey you free?'

'Just got dismissed for the day'

'We're all heading for the showers'

'Why?'

'Can you come talk with me for a while?'

'I haven't seen you in ages and I'm heading home tomorrow- I just thought we could chat.'

'Yeah'

'Alright'

'I was gonna call you anyway'

'Where do you wanna meet?'

'I'm in the Hard Deck'

'Give me a half hour 👍'

She let herself relax. She'd built it up in her mind that she might not get to actually just see her brother- that was the whole point of this trip- taking a week off of work to drive out here (what with her preference for not flying) and such. God- she wished they were a bit closer again.

"Hey- Sands'!" She heard the door open and her name, which snapped her out of it.

She turned around and smiled. She was so relieved to see her brother.

"Hey hey." She spoke, maybe sounding a bit down, as Brad sat down beside her at the bar- wearing on of his classic Hawaiian shirts (one of their Dad's of course) and with his sunnies hanging from the neck of his vest.

"You good? Had to run last night and you didn't just launch into a full scale attack on me like usual?" He asked.

"Yeah- all good." She smiled. "How was the first day of training? Go well?" She moved the conversation on quickly.

"Uh- Well..." He trailed off and paused. "Our instructor- it's, uh-" He stumbled like he wasn't quite sure what to call him.

"Capitan Pete Mitchell. Call sign, Maverick." She stepped in for him, without missing a beat and very well versed in the drama of Navy introductions.

"Yeah- How the hell did you know?" Her brother nodded and raised his chin, looking down his nose at her suspiciously.

"Who else would spook you?" She asked, not willing to admit why she really knew.

"He didn't spook me-" He started to protest.

"Yeah alright. How did it go, anyway?" She stopped him, not wanting to get trivial.

"It was okay." He shrugged as Sandy passed him a bottle of some kinda beer.

"That's all you're gonna tell me?" She asked, in a way that said 'really?'

"He played the crazy card- as usual. Set a super low hard deck and had us dogfighting- day one." He shook his head and drank.

"Aren't you the best of the best?" Sandy asked in an exaggerated tone.

"Yeah?" He shrugged.

"Then don't talk like it was difficult." She said, in the kind of tone their Mom had when telling them off.

"But it was!" He spoke.

"He got you? Didn't he?" Sandy asked with a cocked eyebrow and teasing smile

"Yes but we're not gonna talk about it- he's still crazy- dangerous- and I'm still mad at him." Bradley shook his head, but let himself chuckle.

"Fine, okay." Sandy rolled her eyes.

"What have you been up to?" He asked and the question, as normal as it was, and as much as she should have expected it- took her off guard.

"Oh- umm..." She hesitated. "I went to see Mom and Dad." She spoke quietly.

"Oh-" He raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath. He was surprised by it. He knew very well the screaming and kicking fit she'd had when they'd tried to make her go as a kid- especially when they were trying to inter their mother. That wasn't a nice time in their lives.

"I thought it was about time, and I've been thinking about them a lot lately- Especially being out here." She spoke honestly, quietly and slowly.

"You were alright? Out there, on your own?" Bradley asked, remembering what she'd said about being in the house by herself- which he was gonna have to tackle next time he was home.

She nodded.

"Yeah- I think it was probably good for me." Sandy straightened her back up a little and shifted in her seat.

"Good- I'm glad." Her brother put a hand on her shoulder. Why was being emotionally open so awkward between them? They both hated it like that- and yet it didn't change.

"I was thinking- We're both older now, than he ever was..." She spoke, quietly, because she had to say it out loud but almost didn't want her brother to hear it. She didn't want to upset him, or herself. Bradley just nodded and drank once more.

"And- Look how much he achived in, what? Twenty four years?" She smiled.

"Yeah-" Bradley nodded.

"Became a pilot- made friends for life, met Mom- had you- made it to Top Gun, even managed to leave me behind as a spare-" She laughed. "That's a lot for twenty four!" She grinned, as did her brother. She sat back in her chair. "Makes me wonder where I went wrong really..." She rolled her eyes at own self pity.

"You haven't gone wrong Sands" Brad shook his head. "You're doing just fine."

"I don't know- I still work at the same dive bar I did when I was seventeen and I still live in the house I was born in." She gave an unsure smile. -"You've at least got all this pilot shit." She laughed and ran a hand through her still damp hair.

"Since when did you wanna settle?" Her brother teased. "My god- you haven't found someone have you? They've asked a big question and you got spooked? Cos if you have, the looks you were giving to my colleagues last night were both amoral and disgusting-" He poked fun.

"Oh my god- no!" She laughed. "I'm not that secretive! You'd know about anything like that! And I don't get spooked!" She shook her head. "No- I don't know really... I've just been thinking about Mom and Dad too much is all. I miss 'em." She shrugged.

"Yeah- So do I." Bradley nodded.

"Have you, been okay? Being here?" She asked. When he had first come, a couple years out of the academy, she knew he'd struggled a bit; not having been there since he was a kid and with what happened to their Dad- he had been nervous about it she could tell, though he didn't say anything.

"Uh- Yeah..." He nodded. "It's actually been, okay." He smiled. "It was nice having you here- actually."

"Really?" She questioned.

"Yeah. You didn't really get to visit much the first time round- and when you did I guess we didn't spend much time together." He nodded and drank.

"Yeah- I was too busy getting a reputation-" Sandy laughed and Bradley cut in.

"Which you haven't lived down by the way; I still get guys asking about my sister; 'Bunny'." He pulled a face of disgust.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that- but what is with you guys and nicknames- God-" Sandy rolled her eyes.

"I don't know but- I really wish they could have called you anything else- I really hate it." Brad shook his head, trying to forget the awful nickname.

"Ditto-" She laughed heartily and then held her bottle aloft. "Look- Here's to Mom and Dad, the years they should have been here to be proud of you for being the best of the best- and the amount of awful boyfriends they should have been here to scare off for me-" She nodded.

"Ditto." Brad mirrored her and clinked their bottles together. They sat in quite for a moment, each drinking.

"For the record- I think I did a pretty good job of scaring off your boyfriends- even when I had to fly with 'em." He spoke cooly.

"And for the record- I'm very proud of you Bradley. I couldn't be more proud of you if I tried, and I only over hope you come home safe." She a wide smile and spoke seriously.

"Thanks Sandy." He gave her a hug.

"You're welcome- Rooster." She teased and he just rolled his eyes. Another moment of quiet ensued.

"And by the way... I just got good at sneaking them out." She broke the comfortable silence between them.

"Huh?" He seemed confused.

"I just used to have them climb out the window." She gave a cheesy grin.

"No-" Her brother looked at her with disbelief.

"Oh yeah- I had the whole exercise down to a T" She laughed.

"Really?" He hoped to god she was just taking the piss.

"You were- Well, still are, sometimes- such an idiot." She laughed at the look on his face as he shook his head.

They chatted a while longer, until Bradley decided he had to go, another long day ahead.

"Hey- Put your wallet away mister. This is on me." Sandy spoke with a smile, as they went to pay their tab.

"That's a first- So I won't argue." Brad put his hands up.

"Oh shut up- Let me be nice for once." She made a face at him.

They walked out of the bar and Bradley insisted on walking his sister to the motel- after all, it was well dark now.

It wasn't a long walk, and Sandy made sure to take as long as she could finding her key and unlocking the door, reluctant to part from her brother.

"You're leaving tomorrow? Yeah?" He asked as he stood behind her and she pushed the door open into the darkened room.

"Yeah- I'm supposed to be. I don't know, I might hang on for a day or two, go to Mom and Dad one more time." She spoke and her brother nodded, understanding.

"Alright." He spoke. Their goodbyes always managed to be pretty awkward too.

She almost turned to go inside when a thought occured to her.

"Hey- Bradley?" She stopped herself, frozen on the spot. "Umm- This mission you'll be going on at the end of this training..." She trailed off, trying to put her words together.

"Might be going on- Don't know who'll get picked yet-" He corrected her but nodded once. "Yeah?"

"I know they're all dangerous- but, this all seems to me to be adding up to something really bad..." She spoke apprehensively- willing him to tell her that wasn't the case at all and that it was all just a regular old top-up first aid training course or something.

"Uh-" Bradley hesitated for a moment. "Yeah," He nodded. "It's a big one, Sands, I won't lie to you." He said, a seriousness in his voice that was reserved for work talk and she rarely really heard.

"Well- You'll come home safe, won't you? You promise?" She asked, knowing he couldn't promise a god-damned thing.

He nodded and stepped forward, pulling her into a bear hug.

"Don't be a stranger Sandy." He spoke and she nodded as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I won't be."

With one last brotherly pat on the back, they parted, he waved goodbye and headed away, and Sandy shut the door behind her.

God knows she wasn't going to sleep well tonight. Too many things had haunted her today.

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Finding Family (Fizz's Found Family)-Chapter 2

Thank You For Listening

The first and last time Fizzarolli had dreamt of his mother was three years into his and Ozzie’s working relationship. They had been sleeping together for the past two years, and were relatively exclusive for about the past year and a half. Fizzarolli practically lived in Ozzie’s palace but he still kept his apartment in the upper rings of Lust, close enough to visit Greed regularly for Mammon responsibilities and very much about saving face.

It had been a week after they’d first said “I love you” and everything was supposed to be great. The first few days certainly had been. They’d been high on the passion, said the phrase hundreds more times, and made plenty of messes while doing it. But as things returned back to it’s typical domesticity, Fizz’s sleep rapidly began to decline. He tried to sleep, sure he did. When he’d wake up with Mama’s eyes burned into his eyelids, Fizz would curl up tighter into Asmodeus’s chest and pretend, just like Mama had taught him to. Some nights he fell asleep, others he managed to stay still by sheer will alone.

He’d been much better at hiding it the first time around, too. Took almost a month before the signs had become noticeable. He had been fine, then not fine all at once. It had been the fifth night in a row he’d woken up with Mama’s face plastered to his eyelids. He was frozen on Ozzie’s chest, too afraid to move. He couldn’t keep this up, this was painful, but he had absolutely no idea how to even start addressing this. He’d tried pretending himself to sleep two hours ago, every scenario he could think of ended up with Mama’s face staring back at him. It was pointless.

I could tell him. Fizz thought to himself in the darkness. I can trust him. He’ll understand. Then… How could he understand? He’s thousands of years old, he’s a sin, does he even have a mom? What can he even do about it? This is so fucking stupid. It’s been how many years?

“Fizzy….” The low baritone jarred Fizzarolli and he scrambled into the air like a cat who’d just seen a bad fright. He didn't hook himself solidly in the trapeze and ended up unceremoniously falling back down to the mattress and accidentally kicking his partner in two out of his three faces as he did so.

“Fuck..” His hands flew to his nightcap, immediately making sure it’s secure around his head. A sharp sting came from the smaller of his two horn stumps. He brushes off the pain. There’s not much he can do about it. It’ll either go away or turn into a migraine, but both of those are in the future. Right now, he has to worry about how he managed to wake Asmodeus up. “Ozzie, hi….y-you’re awake?”

“You’re buzzing, love bug…” Fizzarolli didn't object when Lust turned on his side and laid his hand down on the mattress. Fizz crawled over to it and wrapped his tail around Asmodeus’s wrist. It’s only then that he realizes how badly he’s shaking.

“I didn’t mean to wake you-”

“When was the last time you slept?” Ozzie interrupted before Fizz could get any further. His tone shifted to a more gentle approach when Fizz looked away from him. “I can feel your energy, Froggy. You’re electric.” Fizz found the comment funny and snorted. Asmodeus brought Fizzarolli up to his shoulder. The bull’s head looks concerned, it nuzzled against Fizz’s head. The wince Fizz gave did not go unnoticed and he had to give his meanest glare back to Bull to get it to stop pouting at him.

“I’ve just….” One deep breath “I’ve been having these dreams recently.”

Once he started talking, he couldn’t stop. Asmodeus listened as Fizz recounted the memories he had of his mother. There weren’t many of them, but he’d never spoken them into existence before. Fizz didn’t argue when Asmodeus suggest they take a detour to the kitchen so that they could make tea.

“You know I prefer coffee” Fizz was feeling good enough to joke. Ozzie let out a deep chuckle and shook his head.

“I’m trying to get you to sleep, Froggy.” Fizz stuck his tongue out in reply.

While Ozzie worked on preparing tea for the two of them, Fizz raided the cupboards from his perch on Ozzie’s shoulder. He eventually settled on a box of Sin Scout Cookies, eating them two at a time. The purr started low in the back of his throat, turning into a louder rumble. His tail straightened as his eyes rolled back and let out a loud, extended moan.

“Fuck, Oz”

“That’s a good way to tire you out” Asmodeus could feel the way Fizz’s body started to relax against his. He was proud that he had managed to do so, even more proud when he noticed the blush spreading across Fizzy’s body at his comment.

“These are fucking delicious” Fizz corrected, his tail relaxing and curling around Oz’s shoulder again as an anchor. “Are you sure you didn’t partner with Bee on these? Because they give sex a run for its money.” He ate another two and Ozzie wonders if he even chewed them.

“I’m sure, but I’ll send the good word her way.” Asmodeus ignores the pout that Fizz gives when he pulls an ice pack out of the freezer and hands it to him. It was imp sized. Fizz wondered how long Ozzie had been preparing for Fizz to hurt himself. The thought alone amused him enough to comply, even if he wasn’t sure it would help.

Tea brought on more memories of Mama. Just like before, Ozzie sat patiently and listened; He asked questions and told Fizz that she sounded lovely. He laughed at every one of Fizz’s jokes, especially the one’s he’d made up as a child (no matter now bad they were). Fizz felt the weight of his secret lift as he feels Asmodeus’s laugh reverberate through him with each stupid joke. When he no longer had stories of hers to tell and Fizzarolli’s eyelids began to feel heavy, Asmodeus scooped Fizz into his arms and kissed his forehead. He hummed as Fizzarolli purred in response to the affection. He wasn’t entirely sure when this feeling developed, but in this moment he knew he would move hell itself for his jester.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Fizz’s eyes droop closed as he settled against Ozzie’s chest. He purrs as he feels satin sheets pull over him as Ozzie settles the two of them back into bed. The sin’s hand rests at the base of Fizz’s back, providing a weight that helps ground him. His thumb idly kneads at a knot that had started forming just above his tail three days ago.

“Thank you….” Fizz yawned, his face nuzzled comfortably between the Sin’s chest feathers. He wasn’t sure if he said it aloud, but Fizz fell asleep with the words on his mouth thank you for listening.

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Talking about it helped. Fizz had found that the dreams had become much less recurrent and much less distressing after talking to Asmodeus about them. Still, some questions remained playing in his mind. What can he really do about it? He could listen, and if that’s all he could do than Fizzarolli was thankful, but part of him couldn’t help but wonder if there was more that could be done.

He’d been visiting his apartment a stone’s throw away from Greed more often in the past week. It was easier to practice when he didn’t have to worry about Ozzie walking in. Besides, for the first time possibly ever, the small flat was inspiring. Balloon flowers and animals of all kind littered every free shelf and windowsill, the small loveseat had a new quilt draped over it that reminded him of Mama B the circus, and he finally hung up his posters: one from the circus, one of him and Mammon from his first contest win, and an old poster from before RoboFizz replaced his act at LooLoo Land. He’d found a few of his old outfits in the closet, and used the space as a secret closet for the new clothes Fizzarolli had bought for today. Fizz changed for the third time that day before returning home. He had scheduled himself in during Oz’s lunch today and he didn’t want to be late.

Fizz’s outfit was new. While still distinctively clown, it was probably the most serious outfit he now owned. He wanted to show how serious he was when asking Ozzie for what felt like the impossible. Fizzarolli was dressed in a deep purple suit, monochromatic and pinstriped. His hat matched, purple and black on the top and the two shades of purple on the bottom. He’d attached heart shaped bobbles to the ends and folded his pocket square into the shape of a heart. Even his neck ruffle has heart embellishments on it. He wasn’t subtle in the imagery. He wanted the tie between him and Ozzie’s brand to be obvious. This was, while personal, a business meeting.

Fizzarolli waited patiently outside of Ozzie’s door. He didn’t think he would still be in meetings, but he’d scheduled himself for a meeting like anyone else, he was going to act the part. After all, this wasn’t just a lunch date, not that Asmodeus knew that yet.

“Fizzarolli! You scheduled me during lunch?” Ozzie’s voice boomed from the double door frame, playful and full of excitement. He doesn’t stay there for long, it’s only a moment before he’s in front of Fizz, eye level with him and carefully examining the fabric of his new suit. “What’s this? A new outfit? And you look so…..professional. Should I go back and start this over again?” One of his hands holds Fizz’s wrist carefully while the other runs two fingers up his arm gently, ending by flicking the heart shaped jingle at the end of his fabricated horns.

Fizz’s face grew warmer as Ozzie’s fingers trailed up his arm. He adored the attention, and seeing how drawn to it Asmodeus was definitely brought up a few ideas they could use this suit for in the future. This wasn’t a scene, though. Fizz hadn’t scheduled himself to be a fuck break in the middle of Asmodeus’s day. While his cheeks stayed warm with blush, Fizz playfully extended his leg to scoot Ozzie out of his way.

“This isn’t a scene, Oz. I scheduled myself for a meeting.”

Asmodeus corrects himself and stands back up.

“Right, I’m sorry. This way, then…” His hand extended towards the door to his office and he bowed slightly as Fizzarolli stood. He waited until Fizz had passed the threshold into his office to speak again. “Is this a serious meeting? Or would you like to talk over lunch?”

The double stack hamburger with bacon, fried egg, peanut butter, chipotle mayo, and avocado helped with some of the nerves Fizz had been feeling about today. This wasn’t the first business meeting Fizzarolli had been in with Asmodeus, but this was the first time he’d felt the need to be so prepared since his initial meeting with the King of Lust.

The work that Fizzarolli had put in to this meeting did not go missed with Asmodeus. The combination of textures and flavors Fizz chose to indulge in had Asmodius distracted enough that he didn’t ask about the subject of this meeting until Fizzarolli had only fries left on his plate. He spent the time instead admiring the careful detail that had been put into today’s outfit. The man was meticulous; every part of his outfit had a homage to Ozzie or his brand. Even his metallic claws had been painted with little hearts. Was this to remind Asmodeus of their connection together? Was Fizzarolli trying to show him loyalty? Whatever Fizzarolli was prepared to discuss today, he had put a lot of thought and effort into the connection. Asmodeus couldn’t help but be intrigued for whatever presentation was going to come.

“I’m amazed you ate that whole thing with your hands and didn’t manage to get a single stain on your new suit” The king mused from across the table.

“You’re surprised this dainty thing managed to stay clean?” Fizz, never one to sit particularly still, spun in his seat so that he was hanging upside down in his chair, his feet crossed and coiling upward and hands placed delicately under his chin. His smile spread across his entire face, even his dimples were painted in hearts.

Ozzie’s booming laugh echoed throughout the room. Love was a new emotion for Lust himself; he found it just as hot as lust was, but twice as cozy. His office was large but he felt so close to Fizzarolli that it might as well have been this morning when they woke up in bed together.

Fizzarolli loved that laugh. It never ceased to make him feel safe.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Asmodeus decided to move the conversation along.

Fizz slid out of his seat and caught himself in a handstand. He did a push-up just to show off, springing into a backflip and landing back on his ass in the tall, velvet backed chair.

One deep breath.

“I have…..kind of a big ask”

Asmodeus set his cutlery down and pushed his meal to the side. He leaned in, his full attention on Fizzarolli.

“Ask away.”

Fizzarolli stood out of his chair. He smoothed his hands over his cloth horns and presses his fingers together in front of his chest.

“I want to start by saying that know that your answer might be no, and that’s alright! I know I’m sort of asking for the impossible. Or, if it’s too much trouble, I understand. It’s just something that’s been on my mind recently.” A never ending line of colorful scarves appeared from Fizzarolli’s sleeve and the jester uses them to wipe at his brow. His feet start to pace in front of the hearth of blue fire. “The thing is, it involves Greed. But….I’d like to not involve Mammon if that’s possible.”

Asmodeus hates when Fizzarolli looks at him with fear. Fizzarolli was headstrong and determined. He was inventive and creative and passionate. He was not afraid to stand up for himself and he could hold his own in almost any situation. Fear was his honesty, his vulnerability. Lust was honored to be trusted with it, and enraged that it had to happen at all. Especially when Mammon’s name was intertwined with Fizz’s anxieties.

“You’ve a big ask and you don’t want Mammon to know, alright…” Asmodeus chuckles as Fizz nervously began to practice his juggling while he paced. The laugh seems to slow the other’s pace, easing some calm into him. “….do I get to know what this big ask is?”

Fizz turned on his heels to face Ozzie again. “Right, yeah. So as I was saying . I figured with you being…..you. That you might be able to help me-or might be able to help me find someone who could help me…..”

“Froggy” Asmodeus hummed.

“I want to find my mother.”

Three beats of silence followed as Asmodeus processed what Fizzarrolli had just asked. Of course, Asmodeus thought, Fizz needed closure. Ozzie’s whole demeanor softened. He watched as Fizz dropped the juggling act without even trying to catch the balls and refrained from giving another amused chuckle. When Fizzarolli was finally looking at Asmodeus, he nodded at the other, leaned back in his chair, and patted his lap. Fizzarrolli happily took the offer to climb up Lust’s leg and settle himself closer to the other’s faces by sitting on the arm of the chair.

“That is a big ask.” Asmodeus confirmed. Fizz’s heart clenched. This was the rejection he was expecting. He took a deep breath, then another. He keeps breathing until Asmodeus speaks again. “I can’t promise anything, Froggie. You said she’s from Greed? You know they don’t keep the best personal records….”

Asmodeus can feel his heart break as he watches Fizz wilt.

“Of course I’ll help you.” He had thought that was obvious, but he supposed he should’ve started with stating the obvious. When Fizzarolli began to perk up again, Asmodeus continued. “I’m going to need your help though…...let me get some paper, you start telling me everything.”

The list they had created wasn’t long by any means, but it took over an hour to make. Asmodeus held it up so that both him and Fizz, who was now perched on Oz’s shoulder, could see.

Leads 1. She is probably in Greed 2. She is in debt 3. She is deaf 4. Her hair was is black and white 5. She likes coffee 6. She had a sister?? 7. She may or may not be alive

The last bullet on the list hurt, but it was true. Fizzarolli shook his head when Asmodeus asked if there was anything else he wanted to add.

“Then I’ll get on it.” Asmodeus took the list and with a flick of his wrist it vanished, filed off somewhere magically. “I’ve been meaning to schedule a meeting with Bell for a while now. I’ll make that a priority.”

“Thank you” Fizzarolli pressed his horns against the Bull’s before hooking his knees on Asmodeus’s shoulder and slinking down headfirst into the Sin’s lap.

“So, what does the rest of your day look like?” The way Fizz batted his eyes at Lust was distracting in all of his favorite ways. Fizz needs a distraction, Asmodeus knows, and he is more than happy to provide. This was a real opportunity to care for Fizzarolli too, something Asmodeus never feels he has enough opportunities to do.

Lust’s hand found the base of Fizz’s tail and gently began to knead the warm flesh. He knew Fizz often held tension there, and guessing on the way Fizzarolli went slack in his arms and stuck his tongue out, he assumed he’d helped a sore spot. Asmodeus shifted Fizz ever so slightly so that his hip was better supported and slowly curled his finger around Fizz’s tail in a way he knows makes the other go stupid. Oz’s lips curl into a smile as Fizzarolli arched his hips and giggled. Fuck, that’s cute.

“My afternoon is flexible. Nothing I can’t...move around…”

Fizz’s hand stretched up to cup Asmodeus’s face, his fingers scratching behind a few of the sin’s feathers before pulling him into a kiss.

“Should I?” Asmodeus pulled away from their kiss several seconds later, his forehead resting against the other’s. His arm wrapped around Fizzarolli’s back and pulled the man closer “Move some things around?”

Fizzarolli wanted to say yes. He considered it. He should have scheduled this meeting for another day, when he could have said yes. The chime of the clock in the hall alerted Fizzarolli of the time that had passed. He hadn’t realized it had been two hours. An hour longer than he’d scheduled himself for already. He groaned, his head rolling backwards in a pout.

“Unfortunately, no”

Asmodius’s grip on the other loosened slightly. His face fell, but only for a moment in confusion. “Oh? And what do you have on today?” Mammon’s name soured the taste of the moment. Asmodius didn’t want his distaste to be too obvious, Fizzarolli still somehow looked up to him.

Fizz wasn’t stupid. He was too practiced at picking up on other’s subtle reactions to not notice. And it’s not as if he didn’t want to stay, but he was still far too in debt to Greed to be able to say no like that. Fizzarolli gave a smile to the other and touched his cheek again.

“I still need to change before I go…” his hand trailed down Lust’s beak, holding his head gently. “...if you’d like the opportunity to undress me.” The thunderous laugh that predicated being scooped up and carried back up to their bedroom was more than enough of an answer.

“Sorry for leading you on and leaving” Fizz’s legs dangle from the ledge of the circular bed. Asmodeus’s had managed to get Fizz’s top off, but his hands had become distracted. Fizzarolli didn’t mind in the slightest, though he did have to be mindful of his time.

“You don’t have to be sorry for having a schedule, Fizzy.” Asmodeus gets the hint. His hands wander away from tracing patterns on Fizz’s skin and return to their original goal of undressing his partner. “What is Mamm having you do today?”

“He wants me in my greens.” It was a careful way of deflecting. Mammon was a sore enough subject as it was, but mentioning the Fizz-Bots would completely ruin the mood. Fizz wasn’t entirely sure what he would have to do for Mammon today, just that it was going to help the bots and make Mammon a lot more money.

Asmodeus hummed as he slid Fizzarolli’s pants off of him. He carefully took the outfit and folded it, appreciating every little detail Fizz had put into this. He was happy that Mammon didn’t get to see this outfit. It was special for Ozzie, it deserved every bit of care from him that Fizzarolli did. He left the room for a moment to put this suit away and grab the costumes Mammon liked to put Fizzarolli in to remind him who he belonged to. When Asmodeus returned, Fizz’s purple heart cap was replaced with a more simple two toned green one in it’s place. Ozzie has yet to see Fizz’s horns.

“Did he tell you which ones he wants you in?” Asmodeus held up three different options. He paused for a moment, admiring the imp laying on his bed. “You look good in next to nothing.”

Asmodeus would never get tired of Fizzarolli’s laugh.

“Tonight, Big Stuff.” Fizzarolli had gotten out of bed and extended to nearly Asmodeus’s height. He looked over his options, sighed, and chose his favorite option of the three. It wasn’t Mammon’s favorite, but he hadn’t specified that it had to be the newest set of greens.

Fizzarolli stretched and Asmodeus couldn’t help but be caught up in the sight. He snapped the other two costumes away and threw the chosen outfit on the bed. He still wanted his hands on Fizzarolli.

Lust’s hands were warm and strong and Fizzarolli hated how badly he wanted to keep them pressed to him. Later he reminded himself. He would be home later tonight, he could have Asmodeus all to himself then. He let Ozzie take his time dressing him.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to move things around? You’re not going to Greed alone, are you?” Asmodeus asked. His mother-henning was sweet.

“You have a busy day, and you don’t want to go to the greed ring. Beefcake’s taking me.”

“Beefcake?” Ozzie is all confusion. Fizz laughed at his faces and stretched up to give each of them a quick kiss.

“Yeah, you know. The incubus who brings your mail? Allergic to shirts? Flirts with all the towel girls?”

“That’s not his name, babe”

Fizzarolli’s hand shushed Asmodeus before he could say anything more. “Don’t ruin it for me, Oz. He responds to it.” Asmodeus couldn’t argue.

Fizzarolli’s limbs didn’t feel in the same way that his flesh did but he could tell that Ozzie was peppering kisses along his hand and down his arm. He recoiled his arm and stuck his tongue out in a playful grin. “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ll be back tonight. Why don’t you find something pretty to put me in when I do?…..That is, if you want me in anything at all..”

And Asmodeus listened.

When Fizzarolli returned nearly six hours later, exhausted and sore, Asmodeus didn’t ask him to change into anything. He asked if they could take a bath and give Fizz a nice long massage and he refused to let Fizzarolli feel bad about it.

“I love you” Fizzarolli humed, half asleep with his face pressed into a purple satin pillow. Asmodeus listens to everything Fizz has to say and doesn’t have to say. He’d managed to unwork knots in Fizz’s shoulders, back, and most recently he got Fizz’s hip to crack in way that had him purring.

Fizzarolli fell asleep thinking the same thing he’d thought maybe a thousand times this week. The silent thanks that the both of them understood, even if it went unspoken.

Thank you for understanding.

Thank you for listening.

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round and round | s.h.

summary: in which hawkins gets a roller rink, max gets to zoom, and steve is in over his head with you [post-season 4] pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader warning(s): light language word count: 3.9k notes: thanks for reading! this is hopefully the first of many steve fics, but i hope you enjoy! this also takes place after max wakes up from her coma. she’s blind and in a wheelchair after what happened with vecna, and is an absolute menace (affectionate)

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Steve has one lone, blessed day off this entire week; he was going to kill Keith for messing up the schedule as badly as he did, because working six days in a row? Covering three call-ins and leaving Steve to close alone twice in the last week? Steve can feel the exhaustion in his bones, and he is absolutely planning on using his day off to lay in bed and do absolutely nothing all day.

But the universe has other plans – it always does, where Steve is concerned. Which is why he’s awoken by the sound of the phone ringing way too early in the goddamn morning.

Initially he decides to just let it ring–it’ll go to voicemail, and the person will leave a message, and Steve can go back to sleep for a few more hours before he decides to see who it is and what they want. Steve pulls a pillow over his head, willing the sound of the phone to hurry up and stop so he can go back to the rather wonderful dream he was having.

Only it doesn’t stop. Not completely. It goes to voicemail, Steve assumes, but then almost immediately starts ringing again. And again. And again.

Steve swears loudly, throwing the pillow off his head and groaning as he goes to find the nearest phone to his bedroom and pick it up.

“Hello?” he asks, not caring that his voice is definitely much more curt than usual. He’s tired and he really hopes it’s a telemarketer that he can rip into so that he can go back to bed.

“Steve! Finally! What took you so long, man?” The loud, much too cheerful voice of Dustin Henderson comes over the receiver instead of the telemarketer he was hoping for, and Steve groans and resists the urge to slam his head against the wall.

“Henderson. Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Steve asks, gritting his teeth. He doesn’t himself, though he still knows it’s definitely too early to be out of bed.

“Half past get the hell up, man! Were you still sleeping?” Dustin asks, and Steve can hear faint laughter in the background. Wonderful, he’s got the other kids with him. This was not getting any better.

“Is there a point to this phone call?” he asks. He rests his forehead against the wall. He can already feel a headache coming on.

“We-ll,” Dustin starts, stretching out the vowel, “now that you’re awake, I was thinking maybe you’d want to go with us to the new roller rink by the arcade and Family Video? Check it out, maybe have some fun. Apparently they’re even wheelchair friendly!”

“No, no, absolutely not,” Steve says. Him? Roller skating? Absolutely not. He’s avoided that place like the plague since it had opened two months ago; Robin has asked him who knows how many times to go with her, get greasy food and skate around til they threw it up. Not his style.

“C’mon, Steve! Are you really gonna say no to me?” He can practically imagine the face Dustin is making now, hat off his head and hand running through his hair.

“Yes.” Steve’s bed is calling to him, ready to be slept in until well after noon, when he can get up, order some pizza, and spend the night watching cheesy movies with the volume up much too loud. And maybe… maybe he’d call you, see if you were busy and wanted to join him for bad movies and pizza long gone cold by that point. He hopes you’ll say yes. Even if he just gets to hang out with you as friends, it’s still something, and Steve will take it. For now, anyway.

“Eddie would say yes,” Dustin says, his voice snapping Steve out of thoughts of your laughter at Valley Girl from the last time you two had a movie night at his place.

“Then get him to take you.” Steve crosses his arms, turning around to lean his back against the wall as he squishes the phone’s receiver between his ear and his shoulder. He likes Eddie. They’d been through hell and back, barely making it out alive. But the thought of Eddie showing him up… god, Dustin really knows how to push his buttons. Plus, he’s pretty sure Dustin will continue to call him until Steve relents, and he can’t really say no to Dustin. Not that he’ll give him the satisfaction of admitting that. “…are you at least ready to go if I pick you up now?”

The sound of cheers are all that answer him, and Steve sighs heavily through his nose.

So much for his one day off.

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So that’s how he ends up at the Hawkins Roller Rink, kids piling out of his car as he grabs Max’s wheelchair from his trunk and helps Lucas get her settled in. All the kids take off ahead of him, laughing and talking much too loudly.

He’s really, really hoping they get bored after like, twenty minutes and ask him to drop them off somewhere that they don’t need a ride home from. Like their own houses. But he sighs, knowing his luck would never be that good, and locks his car before following them inside.

The kids are crowding the front counter, all getting their skates in the right sizes, and making sure the people working behind the counter know Max will be skating in her chair. Steve herds them all over to the nearby benches once they’ve got what they need, waving to the girl behind the counter—Sherry? Carrie? He’s pretty sure they graduated together and maybe he went out with her? He’s not sure, really, but he gives her a smile anyway. She returns it, so that was a good sign.

There are a lot less people than what Steve is expecting for a Saturday morning, but he’s not going to complain. Fewer people that he’ll know and will try to stop him to talk.

Mike, Will, and El crowd on one bench together, pulling their own skates on. Lucas helps Max park her chair next to a second bench, and he sits next to her and Dustin sits next to him. Steve watches the group get ready, talking amongst themselves.

He’s struck, for a moment, at how normal this makes them seem. Like any normal group of high school kids, laughing and chatting and just… existing in their happy little bubble, even if just for a few hours. It causes warmth to spread through his chest, though at the same time, it aches just a little. They deserve more of these moments, and he really, really hopes that when all is said and done, they get them.

“Oh, hey, look who’s here!” Dustin says, and Steve, shakes his head slightly as he sees the young teen has his skates on, and his body is turned to look out onto the rink. He’s pointing from where he’s sitting on the bench out into the crowd of people skating. Steve sighs and pushes Dustin’s hand down, starting to comment on how rude it is to point when he sees who Dustin is gesturing to.

You.

You’re skating around the rink, a large grin on your face as you do a twirl with your hands in the air. You, the person Steve’s been crushing on since, well, much longer than he’d have liked without making any kind of move, but you’re just so… you, that Steve can’t help but admire you from afar, and has been doing so since you walked into Scoops Ahoy about a week after graduating. Sure, he’s known of you for longer than that, but as the Scoops Ahoy visits became more frequent—with Robin picking up very quickly on what was going on—Steve knew he was a goner.

Steve feels his words die on his tongue as a grin spreads over his face at seeing you look so happy and light and just… wow. Steve has never been the best with words, not really, but he really wishes he was to be able to use them for you. You, who he’s been horribly, terribly, deeply infatuated with for much too long without success.

“…to Steve? Still in there, space cadet?”

Steve blinks, and sees Dustin’s hand waving in front of his face. He frowns, pushing the hand away. He sees the way Dustin is grinning at him, and turns to see the other kids exchanging looks and giggles, while Lucas very loudly describes the situation to Max.

“You know you shouldn’t stare at people like that, Steve,” she says, Lucas wheeling her closer while she uses her cane to reach out and smack Steve’s shins. “You’re gonna look like a bigger stalker than you already are.”

“Just so you’re aware, I’m giving you the finger right now,” Steve says, though there’s no real heat to his words. He extends the aforementioned digit and not only directs it at Max, but at Dustin as well. Who gives it right back with both hands, a grin on his face and showing off his braces.

“C’mon, guys, let’s get our skates on and go have fun,” Will says, grabbing Mike’s upper arm with one hand and putting his other hand on El’s shoulder. This calms the rest of the kids down, and they all start moving towards the rink and getting out onto it to skate around to the cheesy disco music coming over the speakers. Max immediately takes off as soon as her wheels hit the rink, and Steve hears Lucas laugh and watches him take off after her.

“This is why Byers is my favourite,” Steve calls out towards the retreating kids, and he laughs as Dustin turns back to look at him, hand on his chest as he looks offended. Steve grins, shooting the kids a thumbs up before he walks over to the food counter. He orders a milkshake and a couple bottles of water—just in case the kids need them, because they’d left their bags in his car—before walking back over to the edge of the rink where the seating was.

Steve settles himself into a nice little booth next to the rink, stretching himself out. He takes a drink of his milkshake—chocolate, because he really needs the boost of sugar to keep himself awake and because he thinks he deserves a treat.

Things are fairly uneventful for the first ten or so minutes, until there’s a bit of a commotion on the rink and it draws Steve’s eyes to Dustin. He nearly crashes into you, and Steve’s on his feet before his brain can catch up. Luckily, you manage to catch and steady the young teen, keeping him upright and skating him close to the nearest wall. Steve leans against the wall from where his seat is, watching as you exchange words with Dustin, throwing your head back to laugh at something he says. He’s too far away to hear what you’re saying, but he’d bet the cash in his wallet that Dustin made some corny comment about being swept off his feet, and you probably told him you were just standing in for Suzie. Steve can’t help the fond feeling in his chest or the smile that takes over his face as he sees how natural it is for you to interact with Dustin, to help the young man.

You’re good with all the kids, really—they enjoy your presence, even if some of them won’t admit it out loud, and he’s glad you’re in their lives, especially with all the crazy shit they’ve dealt with over the last three years. He’s glad you’re in his life, which he’s admitted to Robin too many times to count, even after having to know and deal with him all through middle and high school, and now that he’s pulled his head out of his ass, he’s really happy to have your smile in his life. Well, your everything, but seeing your smile now has him feeling just the tiniest bit giddy.

El and Will stop by where the two of you are standing, more proficient on wheels than most of the other kids, and they move to stand on either side of Dustin and join the conversation. It only lasts a moment, before Mike is also catching up to the group, and you wave as you skate off and leave them to their fun.

Steve watches, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palm, as you pass by Lucas and Max. You wave to the pair, and Steve can’t help his own laugh as you laud the redhead on her sick wheels—which he knows she picked the colours for and spent an entire weekend getting Lucas and Will to decorate for her. He can see Max wave you off with one hand, but he catches how her other hand comes up to squeeze Lucas’ own. Your praise means a lot to her, and Max will be preening all afternoon.

“Hey! Steve! Check me out!” Dustin’s loud voice rings clear even over the sound of ABBA blaring over the tinny speakers in the roller rink. Steve looks over, and sees Dustin skating all on his own. His arms are outstretched and he keeps stopping and starting, but he’s smiling, and Steve gives him a thumbs up.

“That’s great! Proud of you buddy, you’re doing so well,” he calls out, and Dustin’s grin just gets bigger. Thankfully Will and Mike are sticking close enough to grab him if things start to go wrong again. El has joined Max and Lucas, and you—

—are skating right up to Steve. Holy shit, you’re skating up to Steve as the song changes from an ABBA tune to something fun and poppy by Madonna (that Steve will never admit to knowing. And dancing to at home when no one is looking). You wave, and he feels his mouth go dry as you stop in front of him. He nearly stumbles back, sitting back down in the booth seat.

“Hi Steve,” you greet him, and Steve takes a big drink of his milkshake as he waves back. He swallows the thick drink, feeling the cold travel up to his forehead. Shit. Of course he’d get a brain freeze now.

“Oh, hi! Hey, didn’t, uh, didn’t know you’d be here,” he says, the words spilling out before he can stop and think. He does his best to smile at you, and thankfully you return it.

“I come here most Saturday mornings.” You play with the sleeves of your shirt, picking at a loose thread. Steve’s eyes look down at your hands, seeing the way your fingers twist around the thread and some fabric, and has to look back up at your face to stop imagining how it would feel to hold them. “Dustin was asking about it the other day when he came by the record store. He seemed really into it, and said he was gonna try and bring everyone with him this weekend and wanted to know when I’d be here. Didn’t mention bringing you, though.”

Those little sneaks. The kids have been taking advice from Robin, he can tell, and he’s a little impressed. He’ll be more impressed when he’s not so annoyed that they’ve scammed him into coming here on his day off because they think they can play matchmaker.

“Why aren’t you skating with the kids?” you ask, and Steve snorts.

“Me? On wheels? That’s not something anyone needs to see,” he tells you, running a hand through his hair. He sees you following his hand, and he brings the hand down to scratch at his nose so your gaze will meet his. He winks, and you roll your eyes, though he catches the way the corners of your lips turn up and corners of your eyes crinkle. “You’re pretty good, though. At skating. Really good, actually.”

“Practice makes perfect. Plus, it’s pretty fun.” You gesture out towards the small crowd of skaters, including Mike trying to do a spin. Steve hopes he trips and falls, but not enough to get hurt. Just enough to cause some laughs and a bruised ego. “You should try it. It’d be really fun, I promise! And we could, uh… skate together? If you want?”

It’s bold, you know, asking him to skate with you when he’s just said he doesn’t do skating. But you’ve always had a soft spot for Steve, which has been blossoming into something more lately… well, for a lot longer than lately, but that wasn’t anything you were going to admit without a lot of alcohol in your system (which Robin and Eddie had taken advantage of one night at a party you’d been dragged to, and the two of them hadn’t let you forget it). But today you were feeling a little bold—Dustin had mentioned Steve watching you skate when you’d helped him avoid a concussion, and even if the young teen was nosing his way into your business, you couldn’t deny how giddy it makes you.

“C’mon, Steve, please?” you ask, leaning forward over the rink wall to get closer to him. Steve swallows, his cheeks heating up. You decide to go with the big guns, tilting your head down to look up at him with a, “For me?” and Steve is a goner. How is he supposed to say no to you? He can’t, and he knows he can’t—and judging by the look on your face, he can tell you’ve figured that out too.

Shit.

He sighs heavily through his nose, hanging his head.

“Lemme at least finish my drink and go get some skates, then,” he says, and turns to walk away so he can smile to himself as you cheer at your victory. He makes his way as slowly as he can to Carlie—or is it Kerry?—at the rental counter as he finishes his drink and throws the cup on the nearest garbage, sliding her a few dollar bills and telling her his shoe size. He walks away with the rented skates, back to the booth with the bottles of water, and changes out of his sneakers and into the skates.

This is a bad idea. A very bad idea, really, and Steve blames you. Not that he could ever really blame you for anything, though, so really, he kind of blames himself. And Dustin. Henderson was gonna be relegated to the backseat for at least a week—no shotgun for sneaks.

This has to be some sort of cosmic payback for making fun of Jonathan for being whipped for Nancy last week. Which he is, everyone knows that, but everyone also knows Steve is beyond whipped for you, too (besides you, though he’s pretty sure you’ve got at least an inkling. And this is proving it).

Steve stands up, feeling his knees shake just the slightest bit as he tries to find balance on the skates he’s finished lacing up on his feet. He takes his time moving over to the entrance to the rink, where you’re standing and waiting for him. He gets himself out onto the slick wooden surface, and starts moving forward—keeping himself as close to the wall as he can without grabbing it. You are skating next to him, after all, and even though he’s sure you won’t care—which you won’t—he still has to preserve some of his dignity.

“You’re definitely not that bad at skating yourself, Steve,” you say, slowing your pace to match his. You smile at him, tugging on the sleeves of your shirt again.

“Not as good as you, though,” he says as he grits his teeth. You make it look so easy, and he could watch you do this all day. Really wishing he could be back sitting at the booth watching from a distance. Him and roller skates? Not a match made in heaven. Though maybe his head and the floor will be before this is over.

“Well… maybe spending some more time here might help,” you mention. You catch Steve’s eyes, and while you try to seem nonchalant about it, your fingers are twisting in the fabric of your shirt before you shove them into the pockets of your jeans. “I’m usually here most Saturdays, and sometimes I come during the week. If you ever wanted to skate together, just us. If that’s something you want.”

Steve nearly trips over his own feet, though you’re quick to reach out and grab his hand in your own to steady him. Were you… you weren’t. You couldn’t be asking him out. Steve doesn’t think that could be possible. For one, he’s not entirely sure your feelings for him aren’t platonic, as much as he wishes they were romantic, and for another… you’re asking him as just friends. Even though he’d love to be more than that, really.

He straightens up, and then he realizes… you’re still holding his hand. Even after he’s gotten his balance back, your hand is holding onto his and wow, yeah, it’s warm and fits so nicely in his. He looks down at where your hands are held together, and then he looks up to your face and—oh. Oh. You’re smiling at him, chewing on your bottom lip as Cyndi Lauper starts echoing over the roller rink speakers, and your hand is still holding onto his.

“Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that this sounds like you’re actually flirting with me,” he says, a little out of breath. He had to have accidentally hit his head again. He bites his lip, seeing if it’ll help bring him back to reality, but all it does is give him a little bit of blood in his mouth.

“...I’ve been trying to do that for about a year now.” Your words aren’t unkind, more nervous than anything, and Steve knows he probably looks like a total dingus as he grins and starts laughing.

He’s not laughing at you, definitely not. But at himself? Oh, most definitely. Because he’s had a crush on you for just as long, if not longer, and he can’t believe he hasn’t noticed you flirting with him before. He can’t believe you have to spell it out for him—and definitely, absolutely, cannot believe you admitted to flirting with him for real. To being interested in him, Steve Harrington, of all people. But your hand is still holding his, keeping him grounded in reality, and he’s suddenly very, very glad for the little shits who pulled him out of bed this morning.

Steve’s laughter dies down, and he ventures a look at your face. “I’m an idiot, huh?” he asks, wheezing slightly as he intertwines your fingers with his own.

“You’ve never been an idiot, Steve. Just need a little nudge sometimes,” you assure him, tugging him forward a little so you can start skating again. He gladly complies, feeling almost lighter than air as the two of you move around the rink.

“Still not sure about this whole skating thing, but… yeah, I’d love to spend some time together, just us. As more than friends,” he asserts, and delights in the sound of your laughter as it echoes in his ears. He’d dance to that music every day if you’d let him, and god, he hopes you’ll let him.

“If you’re free next Friday, it’s Couples’ Night. No kids allowed,” you mention, the two of you skating around the bend in the rink.

And then, just as he’s about to answer, maybe flirt a little more openly now, Steve feels something slam into his back that sends him ass over tea kettle. Unfortunately, he takes you down with him, and he lets out an undignified squawk as the two of you tumble to the ground. As he’s laying flat out on the rink floor, as soon as his eyes start to focus he sees a baseball hat about a foot away, and hears laughter from behind him.

“Henderson!”

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houpss · 2 years

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Ｌｅｔｍｅｇｏ...

Peiring:Bang Chan x Male (!) reader

Boyfriend AU

Labels:Hospitals, Fluff, fatal diseases, tears, compassion, death.

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He shouldn't have cried, he knew it would happen, he knew he was going to die soon.

Y/N suffered from tachycardia and problems with his health were not uncommon in childhood. He got used to it and did not really worry until some time.On the evening of October 15, he became very ill, next to him was his boyfriend Chan, who called an ambulance and spent the night in the hospital, Y/N did not know.The doctors did not give any predictions about him, but Y/N guessed. Now he is lying in a hospital bed, yes, he is "with one foot" one step away from a coma. He so wanted to see everyone who was dear to him, just not to feel so alone among white walls.

His eyes closed, he wanted to sleep, very much. But he could not do this due to the fact that the front door was wide open, he had to squint to understand who was there, after looking for a few seconds he smiled weakly, but happily.

"Channie,I've been waiting,I've been waiting for"Y/N speaks in a whisper, louder he can't, in Chan's hands he notices a bouquet of red lilies, so beautiful.

"How are you? Damn...I was so worried about you" The guy sits on the edge of the bed and intertwines their fingers, the pain in his voice breaks Y/N's heart into a billion pieces.

"I don't know,as if the bulldozer had run over"He tries to joke, but it turns out badly.

"As soon as I was allowed to enter you, I immediately rushed for flowers, I know that you adore red Lillies, they are so similar to the color of your eyes"Y/N did not interrupt, after a short pause, Chan continued:"We can do it together, everything will be fine, do you believe? When you are discharged, we will come home and bake your favorite oatmeal cookies, I will definitely book you a front row seat for our concert and at the end we will go cycling, as you wanted,Y/N."

Y/N smiles, he is glad that now next to him is the person with whom he wants to live his whole life. "Then after discharge I will take your last name, my Channie"He smiles even harder.

Chris was taken aback by such news, but immediately burst out laughing."For 4 years of relationship, he decided to secure me for himself? I will definitely do it,Jagi"

And they laugh, it's good that they laugh.

"Aren't you hungry, Jagi? Do you want me to feed you?"His eyes are crescents and his hands play with Y/N's fingers.

"Yeah, it would not be bad to have a bite, there should be tangerines on the nightstand"Chan helps him up by pushing pillows under him.

The room smells of tangerines, it brings a feeling of something happy and light, after cleaning the tangerine, Chan sits on the edge of the bed again. "Come on, baby, we need to eat"

They ate in turn, at first Chris bit off quite a bit, and then gave the rest of Y/N, he knew that he had not eaten for about two days, the doctors informed him about this. looked at him.

"Could you lie down with me?" Y/N looks at him with her angelic eyes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.

"I can't refuse you, Y/N~"

Y/N moved forward and Chan lay down next to him on his side, Y/N's head stuck into Chan's neck, and his arms wrapped around his torso. Chan quietly hummed songs to him, waiting for Y/N to fall asleep.Time 05:13p.m.

Chan returned home to them after making sure that Y/N fell asleep. He did not say that he wrote a song for him, he will save it until the right moment. The time is 06.54p.m.

Y/N slept for two hours, not feeling very well, he was injected with some drugs, his arm hurt from the catheter. Time 08:05 p.m.

Chan went to his studio to work again for a long time, until 5 am, he always remembered that Y/N did not like that he did not follow his sleep schedule, Chan promised to improve. Time 11:45p.m.

Y/N felt sick, his head was spinning. He couldn't call or even call anyone, he was "cut off" from the world. The time is 02:39a.m.

No one can describe what happened next. At 03:21 a.m., Y/N had a stroke, was taken to intensive care, and died at 03:49 a.m.

Chris won't get a call until 5am and say something along the lines of "Sorry, Y/N died at 03:49 a.m., we did our best" what's going on and maybe they're just joking? Stupid, bad joke. He didn't care about the paparazzi and the media, it didn't matter, as long as he got to Y/N.In the hospital they will send him to the morgue, the body of his dear Y/N is on the table, he looked really angelic. He was paler than usual, blond hair fell on his forehead, and his beautiful eyes were closed, forever.He didn't know how long he sobbed over his body, an hour? Two? Three? He didn't know. He wanted his Jagi to wake up and joke around, hugging his shoulders and batting his eyes. He promised him a happy life.

He was picked up from the hospital by Changbin and Minho, with difficulty being pulled away from the body.

Your eyes are like red Lillies, Jagi.There will be six red lillies on Y/N's grave.

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offender42085 · 1 year

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He calmly answered the Judge’s questions related to in the plea deal, a contrast to his initial court hearings when he regularly showed up red-faced and tearful.

William Ammons, Florida inmate B06215, born 1987, incarceration intake in 2008 at age 21, released from custody 10/15/2018

Accessory to Murder, Aggravated Battery

The three young men spent months in court hearings together fighting charges that they beat to death a homeless man and hospitalized two others in a bloody night of violence.

But one of the defendants walked into a Broward County, Fla., courtroom alone. The next time he sees his two former friends he could be on the witness stand testifying against them.

William “Billy” Ammons, 20 at the time, cut a deal with prosecutors, pleading guilty to third-degree murder and aggravated battery in exchange for a prison sentence of between 10 and 20 years. He agreed to become a witness against Brian Hooks, 20, and Thomas Daugherty, 19, detailing their roles in the highly publicized attacks in Fort Lauderdale two years ago.

Ammons’ testimony could help send Hooks and Daugherty to prison for life. Hooks and Daugherty each face a count of first-degree murder and two counts of attempted first-degree murder.

Ammons calmly answered Judge Imperato’s questions as he agreed to the plea deal, a contrast to his initial court hearings in the case when he regularly showed up red-faced and tearful. His mother, stepfather and a friend quietly sat in the courtroom’s front row.

Ammons’ family and his attorney, Sam Halpern, could not comment on the plea deal because of a court-imposed gag order restricting them from talking publicly about the case.

The Jan. 12, 2006, attacks in Fort Lauderdale instantly became national news after police released chilling footage from a surveillance camera that captured one of the nonfatal beatings. Two smiling men with baseball bats – who authorities say are Hooks and Daugherty – bashed Jacques Pierre, 58, as he tried to protect himself outside a Florida Atlantic University building on Las Olas Boulevard.

An hour after that attack, Norris Gaynor, 45, was found unconscious in Esplanade Park, near the Broward Center for the Performing Arts. He died three hours later from severe head trauma.

The third victim – Raymond Perez, 49 – was beaten in the Church by the Sea garden near the 17th Street Causeway. He crawled to a nearby road with a towel wrapped around his head and flagged down a passing ambulance. He had been sleeping when a blow from a baseball bat woke him.

Ammons’ plea deal came three months after Imperato ruled that a videotaped statement he gave to Fort Lauderdale police could be admitted at trial. Ammons admitted he blasted paintballs at Gaynor during the fatal attack and clobbered Perez with a golf club.

“I went up like a putter to tee off and hit him …,” said Ammons in describing Perez’s beating.

Neither Daugherty nor Hooks gave statements to police.

Ammons had faced the same charges as his co-defendants. Prosecutors downgraded the attempted first-degree murder charge in Perez’s attack to aggravated battery, and dropped the attempted first-degree murder charge in Pierre’s beating.

Subsequently, the final defendant in the 2006 attacks on three homeless men — including one beaten to death with a baseball bat — was sentenced to 30 years in prison, in a case that outraged homeless advocates nationwide.

Prosecutors said Brian Hooks (Florida inmate L78625), and two others decided to "beat up some bums" on Jan. 12, 2006, when they beat Norris Gaynor so badly they crushed his skull and broke his nose and five ribs, killing him as he slept on a park bench. The three had been drinking vodka and smoking marijuana, prosecutors said. The first assault on Jacques Pierre, 61, was recorded on video.

Hooks, who had just turned 18 before the crime, remained stoic throughout the trial. But he became emotional as his parents, sister and coaches testified he was a loving but immature teenager who made a horrible decision.

Hooks said he turned himself in after the beatings to take responsibility for his actions. He hobbled to the witness stand in hand and leg shackles, where he tearfully asked the Gaynor family for forgiveness.

"I always felt that I deserved punishment for my role that night," he said. "I never acted out of malice or hatred, I just didn't think. I could never imagine the pain you must feel, and I'm very sorry for your loss."

Judge Cynthia Imperato said she thought Hooks played a lesser role than co-defendant Thomas Daugherty (Florida inmate L78624), who was sentenced to 25 years in prison.

Prosecutors sought first-degree murder charges against them, but did not seek the death penalty against anyone because Daugherty was 17 at the time and is ineligible for capital punishment.

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nehswritesstuffs · 8 months

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runaway in the dead of night

So you wanna know what I thought the original fic to this was really missing? More angst.

2829 words; can be read as a stand-alone, but reading the other fic won’t hurt either; takes place right before Rosinante goes on his mission, so I’m sort of guessing that Nami and Nojiko are nearly three and five respectively; the main thing to bring in from the other story is just that Rosinante and Bell-mère were a thing as cadets and he’s only improbably tall for our standards (not short by Grand Line standards, so more like somewhere past 7’ or something); let’s please also pretend that Bell-mère’s house is two levels pls lol

runaway in the dead of night; Rosi shows up at Belle's place for a bit of downtime before he goes on his mission [AU where Donquixote Rosinante and Bell-mère have history]

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It was a gorgeous day as Rosinante sailed into Cocoyasi, knowing he was going to cause a stir. Honestly, there was no way he wasn’t going to cause a stir, oh with being well over two meters tall and sailing in alone. He knew from experience that the East Blue wasn’t used to people like him… people who were more suited to the Grand Line than anything else, and that was fine. It wasn’t them that he was there to see.

“Are you the new fella they sent over from Gekko?” a man asked cautiously as Rosinante was mooring his boat to the dock. “You’re tall—I can see why they’d like to send you on errands.”

“I’m sorry—you must have me mistaken with someone else,” Rosinante said. He did his best to hold his Celestial accent at bay, instead allowing his odd blend of Northern and Southern take over. “I’m here to visit someone; wouldn’t be able to guess where Gekko is.”

“Oh…” The man looked almost disappointed. “Well, who are you looking for? I’d think they’d be here if they were expecting you.”

“She’s not—just an old coworker I want to drop in on while I’m in the neighborhood.” The man didn’t need to know Rosinante’s business, frankly, and he wasn’t about to get clued in. “Do you know where a woman named Bell-mère lives?” The man snorted in laughter, which made Rosinante take pause.

“I don’t know why you’d want to see that hellraiser, but I think you’ll find that she’s down the road, past the orchard, to the left.” He pointed towards one end of town, where the road disappeared behind houses and trees. “Good luck… but if you know her, then you know what you’re up against, don’t you?”

“Yeah, ha, I guess I do.” Rosinante thanked the man and took his pack out of the boat, trying to act normal as he wandered through Cocoyasi. He definitely stuck out, and badly at that, and it was everything in his power to not run so as to escape the curious onlookers quicker. He went down the road as instructed, past a tidy collection of tangerine trees, smiling when he saw a clearing open up and a house sitting in it. One look at the mailbox and he knew he was precisely where he wanted.

Bell-mère.

After a quick peek down the rows of trees, Rosinante went up to the door and knocked. As he did, a toddler began to wail and another child screamed, making the man cringe.

“It better be fucking good!”

Rosinante inhaled sharply—Bell-mère. He waited until she stomped over to the door and threw it open, the cigarette nearly dropping from her mouth as she realized it was him, waving sheepishly at her.

“Hey Belle.”

“You woke the fucking kid from her nap,” she snarled, snapping back to her sense. “It took me an hour to get her down!”

“Ah, fuck! Sorry!” He went to enter the house and smacked his forehead on the lintel. “Fuck!”

“Don’t just stand there and cuss, you piece of shit—get in here!”

Bell-mère pulled him into the house and shut the door behind him; she looked like she hadn’t slept properly in days, which was more than could be said about the toddler screaming her head off as she laid face-down in the middle of the sitting room. A slightly older child was on the couch, her head buried underneath a cushion as she tried to block out the screams.

“Hey there Nami,” Rosinante crooned. He reached for the toddler and picked her up before her mother could protest. Holding her against his chest, he patted her back and bounced her gently, getting the child to quiet almost instantly. “Yeah… that’s better… what a good girl…”

“I fucking hate you,” Bell-mère deadpanned.

“Ha—no you don’t.” He then watched as the preschooler removed herself from the couch and stomped up to the adults, with Rosinante bending down to be closer in height to her. “You must be Nojiko.”

“Yeah,” the girl frowned. “Who are you?”

“My name is Rosi and I used to work with your mom.” He began to sweat as the girl regarded him with the utmost seriousness, as though she was looking into his very soul. “I’m here to visit with her for a little bit before I go off on a long trip. We met before, when you were really, really little and your mom first got you.”

“Oh,” was all the girl said before wandering off towards a couple of toys that were laying haphazardly in the corner. Rosinante sighed in relief and tried to stand upright again, panicking as he lost his balance and began to fall over. He almost tossed Nami into Bell-mère’s arms, the child giggling as she was passed from one adult to the other as Rosinante cracked his hipbone on the floor.

It was going to be a long day.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Later on that night, after the girls were fed and washed and put to bed, the two adults sat quietly on the porch and enjoyed the cool breeze filtering in from the orchard as they smoked. They were sharing a bottle of wine Rosinante had brought between them, not even bothering with glasses.

“This is good shit,” Bell-mère noted after taking a swig. “You people have expensive tastes.”

“I wasn’t allowed wine when I was a kid,” he replied softly, stubbing out his cigarette nub in the ashtray behind them. Oh, yeah, when he was a Dragon.

“I meant you high-ranking officer-types, but sure.” She passed him the bottle and he took a drink himself. “So… what are you now? Commodore? A baby Admiral on the mission meant to swap out his Rear for a Vice?”

“Commander,” he stated. “You still outrank me.”

“Huh—you don’t say.”

Silence.

“Rosi… why are you here…?” She didn’t look at him, instead keeping her eyes locked onto a tree a few rows into the orchard as she put out her own cigarette. “This isn’t about me moving back, is it?”

“That depends on how receptive you are to the idea,” he shrugged. He offered the bottle and she didn’t take it. “Listen… I know better than to try to make you do something you don’t want. We’re terrible soldiers.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.”

“…and this time, I don’t know when I’ll see you next. Kind of tempers things, you know?” He chuckled lowly as she snatched the bottle from his hand. She drained the rest of the wine and threw the empty container into the orchard, it bouncing off the soft grass and rolling to a stop.

“So…” she growled, “it’s Operation Fallen Dragon, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Daddy’s ready to have you killed just like that?”

“You know that’s not the plan.”

“This is your brother we are talking about…” she reminded him. “He’s been surrounded by psychos of a different color this entire time—do you really think he’s just going to be fine with you showing up out of nowhere?”

“One thing Doffy craves is connections—he’ll take the bait,” he explained. “I… all I wanted to do is take care of this mission so I can finally sleep easy at night.”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah.” He leaned in and kissed the back of her jaw, letting his lips linger for a moment. “I don’t want to spend years in the North with regrets weighing me down; no good for spywork.”

“Then tell me what this is about.” She eased him back and he saw there was a fire in her eyes aided by the wine. Neither of them were drunk by any stretch of the imagination, yet her expression was a familiar one, most often seen after stolen nights right before and after graduation. He licked his lips to wet them—fuck, his nerves were beginning to take their toll.

“The first is another offer to get you back to Marineford, which I know you’re not likely to pick up,” he began. She snorted at that—of course not. “Second is because I wanted to see the girls in hopes they’ll remember me; it might not be ten years before I’m out…”

“…and third…?”

“…to make it up with the girls’ mother, since last time we parted, it wasn’t exactly pleasant.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing her fingers lightly. “You know what the mission means to me.”

“You also know the manipulation that’s going on here,” she replied. “Sengoku raised you to die. The fucking top brass are hoping you kill each other so that they don’t have to in order to tie off the loose ends.”

“Doffy won’t kill me, and I just have to get in there for long enough to get Tsuru his location…”

“…and you seriously think that’s going to take a decade?”

“It’ll take as long as it does, Belle.” He watched as she took her hand back and refused to look at him. “My father will not rest until this is put to an end.”

“Fuck Sengoku—you used to be the only one who understood.”

“I’m not talking about Sengoku.” She looked at him and saw he was on the verge of crying, his eyes glassy from tears in the moonlight. “Patro’s greatest regret was Doffy turning into an animal before his eyes. I knew that’s what it was. It was in his face as Doffy pulled the trigger. As long as he is free to roam, there is no place that is safe from Doffy’s reach, and as his brother it is my responsibility to make sure he gets locked up for the end of his days at the very least.”

“…Patro…” Bell-mère swirled the Celestial word around her tongue, testing it. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call him that before.”

“I usually don’t these days,” Rosinante replied, trying to brush it off. “Patro and Patrina loved Doffy and me like nothing else in the world. They also loved Humanity, and Humanity and Doffy don’t mix that well.”

A pause settled over them, allowing the statement time to settle. Of course his fucked-up brother didn’t mix well with society as a whole… but then again… did they really either…?

“You know…” she said quietly, “you don’t have to leave.” He tilted his head curiously. “They don’t know you’re here, right? Then stay here. Pretend to be an accident at-sea. Be my trophy wife or the girls’ babysitter or whatever it is…”

“Belle, you could barely afford to have me stay for dinner,” he reminded her.

“…and…? We’ll make it work… just…” He shook his head at that.

“I’d be going back on my oath.”

“Rosi… fuck the Marines. They don’t give a damn about us, or your brother, or my daughters, or this island… so why should you do the same for them?”

“My oath to my patro… not to Sengoku.” He reached up and shakily cradled her face in his hand. “I’m terrified of what could happen if I don’t do this. Just please… Belle… let me be brave… even if it is in my own way…”

“You’re a fucking moron.”

“Yeah… tell me something I don’t know.”

Insects buzzed and chirped in the orchard as the pair sat on the porch, letting the moment sit. Bell-mère took Rosinante’s hands and gently pulled him down, having him bend in order to rest his forehead on her shoulder. His breathing became deep and measured as she ran her fingers through his hair, playing idly with it.

“I don’t get it,” she admitted. “He hasn’t been your problem in years.”

“You’re wrong,” he replied, voice wavering slightly as he kept his head down. “Doffy has always been my problem… my responsibility… not just as his brother, but as someone born in Mary Geoise…” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “No one hates this more than me, and that’s a fact.”

“Is it now?” Her voice was far from accusatory, and instead was honestly the most gentle she’d been the entire evening. It was gentler than she had even been with her younger daughter as she cried at being put to bed. “You sound like you take responsibility for all of them.”

“Someone has to; even if it’s just one of them in the end, it’s more than before.”

“You were a kid. What responsibility do you have?”

“More than Patro ever anticipated.”

Bell-mère sighed and gingerly removed Rosinante from her shoulder before standing. She stretched her arms up over her head and cricked her neck. A heavy sigh—she was beginning to grow annoyed.

“I should throw you out, you know,” she said. A pause. “I should throw you out. Right now. On your ass. But…”

“…but…?”

“…but I am not about to look this gift horse in the mouth.” He blinked at that, confused. “Rosi, I haven’t gotten any action since the last time I saw you. Get in my bed so I can ride your face or we are going to have issues, do you understand?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.” Thankful for the change in tone, Rosinante gave a lopsided grin as he stood and saluted Bell-mère, a bit confused. “I thought we were having a moment…”

“Are you questioning your superior officer?”

“No, but…”

“Feelings later; right now I’m drier than Alabasta and changing that fact is near-impossible in this dump.” She then nodded to gesture towards the door. “If we hurry, we might be able to make it before Nojiko gets up for her drink of water.”

“Belle… erm… I don’t know how to tell you… but… erm…” Rosinante blushed furiously as he was being pulled into the house. “I ate a Devil Fruit since I last saw you.”

“Devil Fruits effect your ability to swim, not fuck.”

“True, but… erm…” They were at the bottom of the stairs, where it looked as though he was going to pass out. “It’s called the Calm-Calm Fruit, and…”

“…sounds classified…”

“Nojiko won’t hear us,” he breathed. He touched her hand and she tried to shrug it off, only to realize that she was speaking, though she couldn’t hear a thing. “I could tear the house down and make it so there’s not even the faintest sound.” She considered that, then nodded.

The let’s get in some practice for you, she mouthed. Make me scream.

Who was he to disobey a direct order?

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Morning came and Rosinante felt good as he was snugged into Bell-mère’s side. Yeah, his shins were hanging off the end of the mattress, but it was worth it. They were together, naked, and both incredibly relaxed in her bed as they laid cut off and silent to the rest of the world. He felt her shift and he rubbed his chin and cheek against her shoulder.

“Ow, fuck, you feel like a fucking bristle brush,” she grunted. He simply chuckled against her skin. “Little shit.”

“I wonder how it would feel if I had a pre-breakfast snack,” he chuckled. That got him a hard shove, sending him to the floor. He did not land gracefully, somehow also hitting his head on the side table in the process. “Ow! Belle!”

“You had it coming,” she smirked. “Now come on—the girls are going to be up soon if they’re not already. I’d like for the both of us to be clothed.”

“I’d like that too,” he grimaced. Rosinante found his pack and fished out some fresh clothes. He got to his pants and placed his hand on the door, breaking the silencer on it. Sounds of a typical morning filtered in—birds from outside, the girls moving around in the house, a ship’s horn in the far-off harbor.

“You know… the offer still stands,” she said, reaching to clasp her bra in the back. “This can be most mornings.”

“Maybe once it’s all over,” he frowned. “I don’t know… if you’ll have me by then.”

“Lucky for you I’m into idiots.” She finished pulling on a shirt before smacking his rear on her way out the door. “Now let’s get breakfast on.”

“Domestic shit won’t work on me,” he claimed. “You saw last night I don’t know the first thing about kids.”

“I know you don’t know how to say no to them, which is different,” she reasoned, giving him a sly wink. “Come on; let’s go. I make some mean tangerine pancakes.”

To hell with the children; it was difficult to say no to Bell-mère.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

She tried her hardest, she really did. Having another adult around would be wonderful for keeping track of the girls, even if it would make things a little tighter, and Rosinante was honestly the only candidate. Instead, after a couple stolen nights, Bell-mère woke up to an empty, cold bed and no sign that he had ever been there.

Well, fuck that then. She was going to do this shit on her own.

#One Piece #fan fiction #Bellazón #Corabell #Donquixote Rosinante #Donquixote Rocinante #Bell-mère #there's something that's not clicking and I can't put my finger on it but I'm also sick of looking at this thing so away it goes lol

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EMBRYO

Chapter 5: Burger Fool

"No," the diner guy said.

"No?" Rose echoed.

"You heard me. No."

"No job, you mean? No...what? Why?"

"Yeah, no job." He ticked off on his meaty fingers. "...Yeah, no job, and 'cause we aren't hiring kids, Miss..." He glanced down at her application. "Uh...Winners?"

"Winters," Rose said. "Why the hell not?"

"You're sixteen. I ain't doing that whole teenage-drama song and dance again. Not after last time. Come back in two years or whatever." He looked her over doubtfully. "If you want to work here that bad, I guess."

Rose glanced around the diner, which was, non-encouragingly, called Vinnie's Meat Hut. A few exhausted-looking patrons slouched at booths and window tables, sadly munching plates of anemic fries and burgers that looked as if they might cause cardiac arrest on contact.

"Come on," she said under her breath. "I'm...young and hip. I could really...bring a fresh perspective into...you know, the day to day..."

"Fresh perspective," the manager said.

"Yeah. I could wash dishes, too, if you don't want me waitressing. Or I could...um...take out the trash."

"Take out the trash," the manager said.

"Please," Rose said.

"No."

"Please?"

"Kid, you need money that bad, go ask your mommy."

Rose blinked, then put on a sad face with big eyes. "I don't have a mommy," she whispered. "Or a daddy. They died when I was three."

"Cancer?"

"Brain."

"Both of 'em?"

"It was contagious."

"Get the fuck outta here."

Rose let out a huff, turned, and stomped out. She couldn't resist throwing up a middle finger before she went through the door.

The manager returned the gesture half-heartedly.

Rose stood on the diner's stoop, staring out at the rainy morning. Today was Friday, thank God. She needed the weekend badly. She hadn't gotten any homework done that week on account of the stuff with Sam and, of course, the monster.

The monster.

Heisenberg had said nothing about the previous night- not that Rose had given him a chance. She'd left before he even emerged from his room, stuffing handfuls of granola bars into her pockets so she didn't even have to stick around for breakfast. She'd barely slept- her second night in a row without much sleep- and now her eyes were itchy, her brain half-congealed concrete. Still, her ankle felt almost healed. One good thing about her power: she healed really, really fast. She'd never got worse than a broken bone, but even that had been better in a week. That had been tough to explain to the elementary school; Rose suspected Heisenberg had employed threats and intimidation to keep those concerned from looking into it too deeply.

Morning traffic rushed past, horns squabbling, pedestrians pushing by, on their way to work or school. The night before, this street had been ominous, dark and abandoned, but now in the gray daylight looked back to normal. Halloween decorations hung in shop windows, and a news-stand owner across the way was sat by his stand on a folding chair, portable radio by his side, listening to the reports.

Rose edged closer. She ambled across the street, ducked under the news-stand's awning, picked out a magazine, pretended to read. ...Light showers all across Regent City and the coast...looks like our October's only going to get colder, folks, better bundle up those kids for trick-or-treating...three-car pileup on I-60, no one badly hurt...Mt. Calyx hospital reports that...

Rose allowed herself a moment of relief. Maybe...maybe it had been chalked up as a fluke...maybe...

...More information on last night's subway attack...

Her spine went stiff.

...No casualties. A survivor and eyewitness to the perpetrator is currently in stable condition. While wild dogs are rare in Regent City, we do warn all our listeners that...

"Wild dogs?" Rose said, out loud.

The stand owner looked up sharply. "Hey," he said. "You gonna buy that?"

Rose glanced down at the magazine. Engines Quarterly. Heisenberg didn't have this edition yet. It had just come out.

"Yeah," she said. "Actually, I am."

Heading to school on the city bus, Rose hunched down in the seat, glanced around, then got out her phone. It was a super-shitty old one- Heisenberg had tried to juice it up too, but there was only so much he could do- and it took a long time for anything to load. Once it did, she scanned the breaking news articles one after another, trying to see if Mara or anyone else had mentioned her. Most of the articles agreed that it had been wild dogs. One posited that someone had gone psycho after snorting horse Viagra- apparently maulings were a common side effect of that activity- though judging from the comments section it wasn't a widely shared theory.

By the time Rose reached her stop the relief was enough to get her sluggish self off the bus and into school. Still, she tugged her knit hat down, like that would hide her face, and hunched into her coat, trying to get from class to class with as much speed as possible.

The conversation in her classes was a buzz on the edge of her awareness. Parties, Halloween events, weekend plans. Someone mentioned the subway incident, but it was more about how metal it was that there had been an animal attack in the middle of Regent City. No details. Rose's mind kept drifting to her ill-fated interview at Vinnie's Meat Hut. Ugh, she shouldn't have been such a brat. She needed money. She needed...

Just talk to Heisenberg.

Just talk.

She cut off her thoughts with a shake of her head. No. She had to do this herself. Besides, he was keeping things from her. Big things. If he was gonna know about what she was up to, he had to earn it.

When the bell rang for lunch, she didn't head with her friends to the lunchroom. Instead, she made a beeline for the library. The hush enfolded her, a few other students hunched over reading tables or sitting in the computer lab. Rose claimed a computer, logged in, and navigated to the search engine. Glancing to and fro, she hunched a little further forward before taking the metal disc from her pocket.

It gleamed in the light from the computer screen. She set it on the edge of the keyboard, then typed in

EMBRYO

Nothing, of course. Just the usual definition, wiki, et cetera. Embryo test and project embryo turned up even fewer results- just articles about artificial wombs, lab rats, in vitro shit. Rose stuck out her tongue as she scrolled through the image results, then, with a spike of frustration, shut down the search engine and left the computer lab for the library front desk.

The librarian looked up as she approached. It was the same one as the day before, a mid-thirties woman with a braid over her shoulder.

"'Scuse me," Rose said. She slapped the disc down on the desk. "Can I look up barcodes here?"

She looked up from her computer. "...What? Is this for a project?"

"Yeah. Research project. Big thing. Really important." Rose lifted her eyebrows. "So can I? Scan barcodes?"

"Um..." The librarian's eyes flicked to the disc. She smiled a little. "You're...Rosemary, right?"

"Rose."

"Rose, I think this...what is this? A dog tag?"

"Sort of."

"Well," she said, indulgently, "I think you'd need the database for whatever...whatever data is on this if you wanted the code to lead to anything. Right?" Her smile turned apologetic. "Sorry I can't be of more help."

"Sure. Yeah. No, it's okay," Rose began. Dumbass. Of course. "I, just, I-"

"Rose."

She went stiff. She stared down at the desk for a couple seconds, then turned.

Sam stood behind her, hands in her jean jacket pockets, staring down like Rose had just been staring. Dark circles cut under her eyes, her brows drawn together. She kind of looked like she'd been crying. Rose looked around, but none of Sam's friends were anywhere to be seen.

"What do you want?" Rose said.

"I...look..." Sam squeaked her boot along the ground. "I understand if...if you want to tell me to shove off, but..."

"A little bit, yeah."

Her eyes flicked up. She had been crying, Rose realized with a pang. Her eyes were red and puffy, the skin under them pearlescent.

"Can we talk?" Sam said. "Somewhere else?"

Rose opened her mouth. "Yeah," she said. Her voice was soft. "Yeah, of course."

They ended up in the alleyway. The same one as before. The dumpster was back upright, the dog monster's black blood entirely washed away by the rain. The air smelled crisp, clean. Rose sat on the steps, while Sam paced back and forth in front of her.

"So?" Rose said. "Talk."

"I..." Sam stopped. She let out her breath. Then she reached in her bag and brought out her phone. "I know Mara."

The air seemed to siphon from Rose's lungs. Her vision shocked white.

"What?" she said.

"Yeah. I mean...sort of. My friend, Necro, he's in band with me...they went to middle school together. She goes to East Regent High now, but...he knows her. And he was texting her in the hospital. And she said..." Sam scrolled through her phone. "She said...a girl saved her. A blonde girl. With black stuff that came out of her. Someone told her not to talk about it, but she couldn't keep quiet about who saved her. She said...this girl...drove the monster away."

"The monster," Rose whispered.

Sam nodded.

"It was you," she said. "Wasn't it?"

Rose looked at her hands. She drew in a slow breath. As she did, black veins twined through her skin, undulating slightly, like living things. She clenched her fists and they retracted. Sam didn't move. She stood there, watching her with dark, unreadable eyes.

Rose nodded.

"Monster attacked me last night," she said. "I took care of it."

Sam let out a laugh. The sound of it bordered on the hysterical. "Took care of it? You freaking hit it with a subway train, dude!"

She couldn't help but smirk. Heisenberg would be proud. "A little bit."

"That totally beats your goth hobo dad's stop sign maneuver, hands down."

"He's not my real dad," Rose confessed.

"...Huh?"

"He kind of saved me from, among other things, a draconic vampire lady's psychic nightmare dreamscape palace when I was a baby. He's been taking care of me ever since."

Sam took this all in with a blink, but all she said was "And he's...like you?"

"Pretty much."

"Good thing he's not your real dad," Sam said. "I'd hate to meet your mom."

Rose snorted. She doubled over with laughter; it kept coming, snorts and hiccups, uncontrollable; her eyes began to water. Sam started to laugh, too, one hand pressed to her mouth. She leaned against the far wall, her smooth brown throat open to the cool air. Warmth radiated in the pit of Rose's stomach, and despite her exhaustion, her aches and pains, the distance still between her and Sam, she couldn't help but be glad to be here, now, with her.

Their laughter died, and the silence came in once more.

"The way I talked to you..." Sam began.

"You were scared. I get it."

"Not just that." She looked down. "My aunt lived in Raccoon City."

"Oh."

"Yeah. She and my mom...they were super close. After...after what happened...after they just...never found her..." Sam shook her head, her gaze faraway. "My mom was apparently never the same. She's..."

She cut off.

"This stuff," she went on, "these...things. They've destroyed so many people's lives. They've taken so much away from so many. I was...I was scared, yeah. But...I didn't want to be scared of you...just of...of that."

The corner of Rose's mouth quirked in a tiny smile. "That?"

"You know." She wriggled her fingers. "That!"

"Are those my tentacles?" Rose said, letting her voice go sepulchral on the last word.

"Well, I can't summon them, so yeah."

Rose nodded.

"I get it," she said. "But, Sam...this power. These things I can do..." Her throat tightened. "They are me. Don't you understand? I can't put them down. I can't ever be apart from them. I...sometimes, I wish..."

She cut off, then began again. "They are me," she said again. "And. And you get all of me, or you don't get me at all."

Her face was hot, but her voice hadn't shook. Sam still stared at her. Her eyes were bright in the trace of weak sunlight from above. A momentary break in the clouds.

"Can you accept that?" Rose said.

Sam paused. Then-

She nodded.

"I think so," she said.

"Good," Rose said. "I need your help. You said Mara told you guys that someone told her not to talk?"

"Yeah."

"You have any money for flowers?" Rose said. "Because we've got a hospital to visit."

***

"Fuck school," Sam said, starting up her car.

"You're, like, a straight A student," Rose said.

"That's why I can say fuck school." She backed out of the school lot and they were off. "I've earned school-fucking privileges."

The drive to Mt. Calyx grew darker by the minute, the afternoon's brief respite from the rain over. Raindrops spattered Sam's windshield as they drew closer. Rose's hands were clammy; she tried not to fidget, but she picked at a hole in her jeans anyway. Sam glanced over, but said nothing. From the line between her eyebrows, she was a little leery, too.

Mt. Calyx rose above the surrounding buildings. It was built atop one of Regent City's hills, sloping up from the docks district to overlook the city below. The hospital was an imposing steel-and-glass structure with extensive, tree-lined grounds, its name done in bright teal lights across its front facade. After parking, Rose and Sam dawdled by the car, shivering in the chill wind, staring up at the building.

"Kind of creepy, don't you think?" Sam said. "Hospitals, I mean?"

"I've never really been inside a hospital before."

"You serious?"

Rose nodded. "Me and Heisenberg, we...kind of heal on our own. With him, there's some extra organs to deal with-"

"Extra- what, now?" She shook her head. "Long story, right?"

"They all are." In the long years of her child-and-tween-hood, Rose and Heisenberg had bounced from cheap apartment to cheap apartment, motel to abandoned warehouse, never staying for more than a couple years, tops. They'd watched a ton of television- together, sometimes, Heisenberg making constant observations and jokes at the expense of the characters, but mostly Rose alone, huddled under a blanket, staring at the screen, waiting for Heisenberg to come back. It was all kind of a mystery. With his powers, he could have done anything, made fuckloads of cash, become famous, but he never had. Back then, Rose hadn't questioned it- it was the two of them against the world, and no one else mattered- but now she wondered if it hadn't all been for her benefit, if he'd stayed under the radar to keep her under the radar in turn.

Once she would have chalked that up to pure love.

Now?

She couldn't think about that right now, couldn't think about him. Point was, they'd watched a lot of hospital dramas. A lot. Rose knew the procedure, even if she'd never experienced it.

"Come on," she said. "Let's not keep Mara waiting."

They made their way through the sliding doors and into the hospital proper. The lobby smelled subtly luxurious, paneled in wood, the lights kept tastefully low, but under the muffled murmur of conversations and the music played softly on hidden speakers, Rose detected a tang of something like disinfectant, chalky and stinging.

Her nerves prickled. She shoved her hands in her pockets in case her mold started to show. Sam went and spoke to the front desk person, who handed out clip-on visitor's badges and a hospital map.

"She's in the recovery wing," Sam said, returning to Rose. "Room D-6- oh! Look! A shop. Perfect."

She went to the gift shop and bought a bouquet of pink flowers. As she did, Rose's phone began to vibrate. An unknown number. That would probably be Heisenberg. She chewed her lip. Shit, had the school called Heisenberg or something? Usually he couldn't care less whether or not she skipped out on class. After last night had he decided to play responsible-parent after all?

She shoved it back into her pocket and hurried to Sam's side. This time of day, the hospital was quiet, a few nurses chatting in a break area, a doctor working at a computer in a glassed-in office. Rose kept glancing around, then reminding herself not to look suspicious.

"Don't look suspicious," Sam whispered.

"I know!"

"We're not doing anything wrong, we're just visiting a friend."

"I know," Rose said again. She stared down a hallway, pale green walls giving the light an underwater quality. "I just...weirds me out, is all. This place. I..."

She trailed away.

A memory. Suddenly. Like it had walked through a door in her mind. That smell. Chemicals and disinfectant, medical supplies and- mold. A woman's voice, singing her to sleep. Hush, now, child, the wolves are coming, hush, I pray you, hush, or they will make your worries their meal...

The language was unfamiliar, lulling and strange. But Rose recognized every word. She heard it, even now. Faraway, faraway. That song.

Her eyes- golden?

A place deep underground.

Pulse. The hallway was no longer a hospital, modern and clean, but the rocky, lightless cave passageway. The glitter of crystal, the rumble of something underfoot. Something deep, and old. Something sleeping.

Something waiting.

Another pulse. The memory left her. She was back in her body, but she was cold, still staring, white shocking into her vision with each heartbeat. She felt the slick squirm of her mold through her skin, tightening around her heart. Was this a panic attack? Heisenberg wasn't here. He wasn't here. Oh, shit, was she gonna freak out? She needed him bad. She needed-

A warm hand clasped hers. She jumped with a gasp. Sam stared up at her, concern bright in her eyes.

"Rose?" she said.

Her breathing sounded jagged, strangled.

"I..." she began. She and Sam shuffled to the side as a couple nurses walked past, barely giving them a second look. "I'm...I saw...I thought..."

She looked down the hallway, but it was no longer natural rock traced into form by a lantern held aloft, picking out the glitter of crystals growing from the walls, just a regular-ass hospital hallway. The panic slowly ebbed; warmth came back into her limbs.

Sam's grip on her helped.

She realized just how hard Sam was holding her hands, and heat rushed into her face so fast she was surprised her head didn't straight-up explode. She jerked her hands from Sam's. Sam's eyes widened a little, then dipped to her boot toes.

She stepped back.

"I..." Rose started- to apologize, maybe- holding your hands makes me feel way too much right now and I just can't- I'm sorry, Sam, I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you again-

She didn't go on.

"It's okay," Sam said. She gave Rose a wry smile. "Hey, if you'd passed out or something at least we're already at the hospital."

"Funny," Rose told her. Still, she managed to return Sam's smile.

As they left, she glanced down the hall once more.

Empty.

An echo of singing traced her mind.

Hush now, child. The wolves are coming.

***

They found Mara's room on the next floor up.

The nurse on duty let them in. "She's been through a lot," she told them. "Take it easy, okay?"

"Don't worry." Sam gave her her most winning smile. "We're not gonna bite."

Rose dug her elbow into Sam's ribs as the nurse left.

"What?" Sam said, with a wheeze.

Inside, the lights were turned low, the room's single window washed by rain. The television was on, casting pale light over the hunched shape of a girl in the bed. Her long auburn hair hung loose around her shoulders; her eyes were bruised. She lay with one leg bandaged, tubes leading from the crook of her arm to the saline bag on a stand nearby, her gaze unfocused and lowered. When the door clicked shut, she gave a little gasp and whirled.

"Hi, Mara," Sam said, giving her a wave.

"Sam?"

"Yep. And look who I brought with me." Sam stood aside. Mara's eyes widened.

"Oh, my god," she breathed. "It's you."

"Again. Yeah. I didn't get to introduce myself before," Rose said. She ventured forward and sat by Mara's bedside. Behind her, Sam put the flowers into an empty mug on a counter. "I'm Rose. I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks to you. I thought that thing was gonna eat me." She scrambled awkwardly forward and before Rose could react caught her up in a hug. Rose stiffened, then put her arms, slowly, around Mara. It's okay, she told herself. This is okay.

"Thank you," Mara whispered. She pulled back, her eyes bright. "What was it, anyway?" She gave her a quick glance-over. "...You're not another one, are you?"

"No! Not...uh. Not like that, anyway. That's kind of what I'm here to find out. To make sure you were all right, and to get more information."

"Sure. Anything."

"Is there anyone else here?"

"My mom's just stepped out to go grab some stuff from home-"

"No," Rose said. She looked back toward the windows that looked out to the corridor. Sam quickly whisked the blinds shut. "Not your mom. You said someone didn't want you talking about what really happened. All the papers say it was a wild dog attack, but that's bullshit. Tons of people saw the monster. No matter how scared you are you're not gonna confuse a six-foot strawberry jello monster for a pack of wild anything."

Mara stared at her as she talked, fiddling with her hospital gown. The rain cast eerie shadows over her face.

"They warned me to shut my mouth," she said. "They told me...they told me it would be...bad for the public if I didn't...that it wouldn't do anyone any good to talk about things I didn't understand..."

"Listen." Rose took the Embryo disc from her pocket and held it up. "I found this in the monster's remains. The monster was the fifth test. Don't you get it? Someone is sending these things out. Someone is making them. And if I don't stop it, more people are gonna get hurt."

Mara's eyes shone in the light from the television screen, the sound turned down to a low murmur nearly drowned out by the rain.

"She showed up right after the doctors finished with my leg," she whispered.

"She?" Rose asked. "Who's she?"

"I..." Mara began. "I thought she was part of the hospital staff...a therapist or something. She was wearing, like, nice clothes under a white coat but she wasn't one of the other doctors. She had this...thing? Like a phone but smaller, and it flashed, and it felt like everything I saw in the subway was getting sucked out of my head. And then she told me not to say anything about it."

"Do you remember anything else? What she looked like? Any kind of...symbols she was wearing? Anything?"

Mara shook her head. "When she flashed that thing her face went fuzzy. I could see it but not, you know? Like my eyes wouldn't focus but it was my brain."

Rose glanced at Sam. The other girl's face was paler than normal, her arms crossed over her stomach.

"Okay," Rose said. "I-"

Her phone began to buzz again. "Sorry," she muttered, and looked at the screen. Another unknown number. Jesus, would he keep calling her until she picked up?

"Hang on," she said. "It's my...just hang on..."

She went over to the window. "What?" she said into the phone.

"Kid? That you?"

"Yes. I'm...kind of busy right now."

"What's going on? You're not doing anything stupid, are you?"

"Would you be able to tell the difference?"

"Cool it, pipsqueak. This fucking-" Something clattered, and he yelled indistinctly at it for a few seconds before returning. "-Fuckin' school of yours said you were gone-"

"Yes, and now I'm busy, so if you don't mind-"

"Don't you hang up on me! You need to get your ass home, you hear me? Get it home, now, or tell me where you are and I'll come and get you, I swear to-"

His voice hissed into static. Rose looked at the phone.

"Heisenberg?" she said.

"-don't- dangerous- need-" More static. With a crackle, the signal dropped, the call lost.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked, still too-pale.

"I...I'm not sure-" Rose began.

Voices echoed down the corridor. Sam peered through the blinds, then looked back up. "Shit," she said.

"What?"

"We need to move," she said. "I think someone's coming."

#re8 #re8 fanfiction #resident evil #resident evil village #rosemary winters #karl heisenberg #rosemary winters x oc #chapter 5

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February 12, 2023

Sunday morning was an earrrrly day! We were all taking an early morning flight from Capetown to Johannesburg. I woke up feeling not so great—tummy issues. I was pretty worried I was going to have a hard time flying and with the flight. Eventually I felt a bit better, thankfully. Belinda got us all on the bus around 4am. We drove about 30 minutes to the airport. We got to check a bag each for free, since we were traveling domestically—which was a nice surprise! Belinda got us all checked in and around 6:30 we were boarding our flight to Johannesburg.

Iris and I were pretty tired and tried to nap on the two hour flight. Once we arrived in Johannesburg my stomach was still pretty upset. I had to use the bathroom quite a few times because I was pretty anxious about our three hour drive to our safari and Mabula Game Reserve. Thankfully I was okay on the drive leaving the huge city of Johannesburg and going out into the country. Iris and I tried for nap and relax for the drive, too. We sat a row apart so that we could both have two seats to spread out on.

Before we knew it, we were arriving at Mabula! We got off the (very small) main road and drove into the game reserve. We even saw animals coming into the reserve: monkeys, and some type of deer or antipope! We arrived at Mabula around 1. Our rooms weren’t ready yet, but we were all able to grab lunch. It was all inclusive at Mabula, since we really were out in the middle of no where. There wasn’t a mini mart or convenience store to grab a few things at nearby. So we would be having breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the dining room, with a buffet style meal. I had some ostrich and salad for lunch the first day. We were able to sit down at bout five or six large tables, all with our own group. As a reminder, we had 29 people in our tour group, plus Belinda. We were able to order coffee and sodas, we just had to pay for them at the end of each meal (and they were cheap!).

Around 3, we were able to check into our rooms. Iris and I shared little bungalow that shared a wall with only one other bungalow. We had about an hour and a half until our first safari! We were going on four safaris on our three days/two nights at Mabula. We unpacked a little and took a little rest, then we joined everyone else for the first safari!

There were three safari vehicles available for our group. Each group had around 10 of us in the safari vehicle, with one driver. Belinda loved Iris and I, so she paired us up with our favorite people: Victoria and Kaitlyn, Nicole and her husband, and Chris and Lisa. We also had an older Chinese couple with us. Franz was our driver, and he was easily the most fun of the guides! He was a lead guide of Mabula—the other guides looked to him for direction.

I had the honor of sitting in the front seat, next to Franz. I was so excited! Mabula is a large, but not huge, game reserve. We drove around one of the two areas that afternoon. One area is where almost all of the animals are, and the other is a smaller area where the five lions of the reserve live, with various prey and other animals around. During our first safari we saw wild boars, monkeys, elephants, antelope, zebra, and giraffes. Wow, that was amazing! Franz was such a great tour guide and driver—we were really lucky that Belinda chose him for our guide! When we were almost done with the safari, we stopped for the sunset over the horizon, with wine and beer, and some salty snacks. It was nice to get out of the vehicle and chat with our other tour mates.

After the first of four safaris, we all ate dinner together. I was still not feeling great, and I mentioned that to Lisa. She was a physicians assistant and brought some extra antibiotics, just in case. She said she would bring me some the next day, which was really kind of her. It had been a long day, so Iris and I went back to our room and called it a night. I slept pretty badly because of my upset stomach, which was a bummer. But, I was still very happy to be in South Africa, on safari! :]

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The King's Curse, ch. 5

[reading time] 6 mins.

Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, and a faint bit of daylight illuminated the room. Momentarily dazed, I tried to puzzle out why I was asleep on the shop floor. And then I remembered… Sylvie. I hurt her, and she hurt my pride. Shit. How would I apologize to her?

I lifted my back off the floor and made my best attempt at a sitting position. I winced. Everything hurt after sleeping on the ground. Of course, ever since I hit my thirties, my body ached pretty much every morning. Perhaps I needed to sleep more, like Sylvie kept saying. Sleeping next to her made the proposition a bit more enticing.

After another few moments of waking up, I pushed myself up to my feet. No sense in delaying any further… time to go upstairs and patch things up with her. Part of me was still the tiniest bit indignant. I tried my best to understand her, but sometimes it felt like she made things more difficult for us. No, wait… I shouldn’t think that. It was selfish. Our relationship was still fresh and new, and she deserved my patience.

I padded up the steps to the loft. “Sylvie? Are you awake?”

A frown crossed my face as I looked around for her. The bed was empty and made neatly. She was already gone.

Defeated, I headed back downstairs and took a quick gander around the shop, just in case, just maybe she was still here, and I’d missed her. No such luck. Back to the front desk I went so I could grab my pillow and take it back to the bed, but then the little notepad sitting next to the cash register caught my attention. The top page had a fresh note, pen still sitting at the bottom.

Slowly, warily, I approached and picked it up, fearing what it might say. My glasses were still upstairs, so I brought it close to my nose to read Sylvie’s immaculate cursive script:

Good morning, Rayna! I hope you slept well. I apologize for not waking you, but I really couldn’t risk you following me this time. This isn’t something you can fix for me. But don’t worry! I’m going to make this right, and we’ll get that cursemark dealt with. Wait for me!

Oh, and about last night. Please forgive me. I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.

With all my love, Sylvie

My heart sank right through the floor. Not only was she not mad at me, she apologized to me. I felt like a total asshole for a moment, but then I clenched my fist and crumpled the letter. How could she do this? I told her time and time again not to leave me behind! She just wouldn’t accept my help, would she?

I paced across the shop floor, from the military history books in the front to the occult shelves in the back. I wrung my hands and fretted; what did she think she was going to do all on her own? Would this Queen Morrigan actually deal with her fairly and let us both go at some point? Not fucking likely. What if appeasing the Queen wasn’t good enough for Oberon? Damn her thick-headed single-mindedness! Sylvie should’ve known better than to leave me behind. I had to do something! There was no way I could just open the store and pretend like it was another normal day.

My dear girlfriend would learn just how stubborn I could be.

I jumped back up the stairs, two steps at a time, and found some of my most rugged clothes: jeans, a tee shirt, and a pair of knee-high, lace-up boots. I didn’t know what was in store for me, but that wouldn’t stop me. After getting dressed, I went downstairs, past the rows of bookshelves, to the back storage room. Sylvie converted part of this space to be her new workshop. It wasn’t nearly as large as her old one, but she didn’t seem to mind. Hell, I still hadn’t a clue why she wanted to live here, of all places. She was loaded! She could afford a nice place all to herself. For whatever reason, she chose to live in this cramped, dusty book store with me.

My hands went to my temples and rubbed—the negative thoughts wouldn’t stop, but I had to press on. Thankfully, she left behind exactly what I hoped she would. On her desk was a stack of maps, helpfully labelled “Wintervale” in Elvish, which I was getting better at reading and speaking these days. She marked an entrance to the fey realms on the map and I deduce another marking that showed the seat of the Winter Court. Part of me wondered if Sylvie left this behind on purpose. Secretly, maybe she wanted me to follow her?

I searched for other useful items, but I couldn't figure out which alchemical tools were valuable enough to take with me. Yet, just as I turned to leave, something nagged at the back of my brain. I turned back towards her workbench, and a small wooden box caught my attention.

What’s in the box? I wondered.

I lifted the lid and found a pendant on a chain inside. It was a beautiful and delicate piece, a silver crescent moon with a chunk of amethyst suspended inside it on thin wire. I wasn’t sure what it could be good for, but magic radiated from it. Surely it would be useful? I took it and placed it around my neck.

As I walked to the front door, I muttered to myself. “One mistake I’m not gonna make: I’m not going alone.”

“Are you seriously askin’ me to go back to the Wylde again?”

My dear friend Mal furrowed his brow at me, scrunching up his ruddy face. I understood why he was upset with the proposition, but I had no one else left to ask that would have any sort of expertise in fey affairs. I gave his bar room a furtive glance, even though we were alone. It wasn’t even noon yet, so technically, the place wasn’t open. The low-lit room and its empty tables felt oppressive.

��I’m sorry. I went by Cinlai’s house, but everything was packed up in boxes, and she wasn’t there. She’s spending most of her time back home these days, but I don’t even know where that is exactly.”

He took a deep breath, and I got the impression he didn’t actually want to know what was going on. “So… what is it this time?”

I fiddled with the beer bottle in my hands, balancing it precariously on the polished oak bar. “You remember how Sylvie, uh… killed Ixion a few weeks back?”

Mal folded his arms over his broad chest. “Yeah. I was there.”

“Right. Well, it turns out, he was actually kinda important to the Queen of the Winter Court. I never saw it, but Sylvie told me that King Oberon, of all people, showed up in my shop and demanded she go see this Queen to make amends.”

His eyes widened into saucers. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Make amends? More like he sent her off to be the sacrificial lamb!”

“I know! That’s why I need to find her!”

“Look, gettin’ stuck in the crossfire between fey royals is a death sentence. Worse, actually. Queen Morrigan isn’t looking for reparations. She’s going to want a replacement.”

I scowled. “Does that… does that mean she’s going to turn Sylvie into a dark elf like Ixion?”

He placed his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose and winced. “Look, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe it’s better if ya just forget about her.”

My stool toppled and clattered on the floor from the force of me jumping off of it, and I slammed my fists on the bar. “Mal! How the fuck can you say something like that?”

“Darlin’, you’re brave, but this is damn foolish. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth! Sylvie is not comin’ back. I’m just tryin’ to save ya from a similar fate.”

I sank back down into my seat, but my eyes still burned intensely at him. “I gotta do something, Mal. I can’t just abandon her. Please help me.”

He shook his head. “You girls are nothin’ but trouble, y’know?”

My hand shook as I brought my beer to my lips, taking a sip to calm my nerves. It was difficult to swallow. “I know, and I’m sorry about all of this. I really am. I just don’t know anyone else that’s savvy on fey.”

Mal grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf behind him and poured it into a tiny glass, a swift, practiced motion from the look of it. He slammed the shot down quickly and followed it with a pained “ahhh” before continuing. “Look, maybe for once you should listen to Sylvie? This is the motherfuckin’ Queen of the Winter Court, for Christ’s sake, not some random dark elf.”

“But…”

“But what?”

“Mal,” I sighed. “I love her. I can’t just sit here and hope that she’s okay. Maybe I’ll die—I don’t know—but I’m not gonna abandon her.”

He ran both hands through his ginger hair and inhaled sharply. “Love, huh? You really are an idiot, then. I don’t see this endin’ well for either of ya.”

The way he said that made me think he didn’t just mean the current ordeal with the Queen. “Maybe not,” I replied and took another swig from my beer bottle. “Gotta try, though.”

I got up from the barstool and dropped some cash in the tip jar, since he never charged me for my drinks. I said my farewell and turned to head out.

“Wait,” he said.

I stopped short of the door. “Yeah?”

“This is absolutely, positively, one hundred percent batshit insane, but I’m not gonna let ya go by yourself. Just gimme a few minutes to get some shit together,” he said, then muttered to himself, “I gotta call Maisie and ask her to open the bar for me.”

I whirled around and beamed at him. “Thanks, Mal. I knew I could count on you!”

“You’re preyin’ on my good nature, you little minx. If we actually live through this, I swear to ya that this is the last goddamn time I’m goin’ back there.”

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The Greater Manchester street so haunted you had to sign a WAIVER to move there

On the outskirts of Bolton lies a street with a dark secret. Wingates Grove in Westhoughton was said to be haunted by a poltergeist throughout the 1990s – terrifying all those who lived there.

The malevolent spirit was said to have attached itself to a row of council houses and tormented families for years. The hauntings reputedly became so frightening Bolton Council was forced to intervene, but staff couldn't find a rational explanation for what was going on. At one stage an exorcism was carried out, and all paranormal activity on the street is now thought to have ceased.

Even so, years after the last ghostly goings-on, one resident was still made to sign a disclaimer form before moving into her home. It all started in 1993 when one family started experiencing bizarre activity.

It was said that their toddler would talk to a ‘little man’ in his room and an oil-type substance would run down the walls. The incidents reportedly baffled maintenance workers who could not determine the cause of the issues. The family eventually contacted a local church and an exorcism was carried out at the address.

Following the ritual, the street fell quiet.

But, just five years later in 1999, a flurry of supernatural activity would begin again. Just two doors down from the original haunted house, a family started experiencing strange disturbances. They had not long moved into the address when the unexplained activity began. Laura was 12-years-old when she moved into the property.

The now 34-year-old said she 'knew' something was wrong with the home as soon as the family arrived, she said: “I begged my mum not to move in “I didn’t like the feel of it. I didn’t feel comfortable but when we got our stuff in, it faded a bit. When things started happening, my mum would say it was the ghost of my granddad. But I said it wasn’t. I just knew there was something there. It felt like I was walking into someone’s personal space. I didn’t want to walk through the door.”

Laura remembers the first supernatural occurrence like it was yesterday. She was with her older brother and a friend when the incident happened. The siblings decided to play a prank on their pal who was sleeping in the living room. As they ran back upstairs, her brother let out a blood-curdling scream. He had cut his foot open on a picture frame that was standing on the staircase. It had been hanging on the wall just moments before and had not fallen down.

“We had literally just walked on the stairs and if it fell it wouldn’t stand up,” Laura continued. “If he stood on it, it would have slipped. It was like a force was holding it in place. That was one of the first scary things that happened.”

Laura also recalls the time her brother’s girlfriend came round to stay. She woke in the middle of the night to find her standing in her room, staring at her as she slept. Laura ignored her and went back to sleep. The following morning, she told her mother about the strange occurrence. Thinking nothing of it, Laura returned to her bedroom. But her mother called her downstairs just 20 minutes later, where she found her brother’s girlfriend “looking at her weirdly”. “She said I did the exact same thing to her,” she continued “We got up at different times.”

Strange activity wouldn’t just occur inside the home.

Dozens of dead crows were once found scattered around the front and back garden, including along the ginnel at the side of the property. Laura said the sight traumatised her so badly she blocked it out of her mind. And then there was the baby oil-type substance, similar to that found in the original haunted house. Laura remembers it dripping down her bedroom walls, causing her posters to fall down. A foul, sulphur smell likened to rotting eggs would also fill the property. Laura says some council maintenance workers even refused to visit the address due to its reputation.

“My nephew used to speak to someone and called them ‘Big Guy’,” she continued. “He would sit there in the corner of the room babbling away. When asked who he was talking to, he would say Big Guy. He kept doing it in the same place and would point right up to the corner.”

Laura also recalls the time she heard an entity imitate her brother. She was at home with a friend waiting for her sibling to return from work. They were ready to watch a new episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a show her brother didn’t want to miss out on. She heard the door open, a set of keys placed on the hook and footsteps into the kitchen.

When her brother still hadn’t come upstairs 20 minutes later, she thought he may have been making food. But suddenly, her brother walked through the door. Laura said: “As I got to the top of the stairs, I saw him. “I asked him if he had just gone back out. “He said he had literally just got home and his taxi was driving off. I ran downstairs and said someone was in the house. But no one was in the kitchen and the keys were still in the door. We heard it; it was really clear. We knew the sound of it.”

Laura eventually moved out of the home when she was 16-years-old. And although she hasn’t experienced anything paranormal since, what occurred on Wingates Grove continues to haunt her to do this day. “I don't watch any scary films or anything to do with ghosts,” Laura added. “I’ve suffered with anxiety since to the point where the whole thing about the street is on my doctor’s note. The last five months we lived there I slept in a bed with my mum and dad because I was that scared. That’s when things got really bad. I kept seeing people stood at the door. I fell asleep facing my wall because I was terrified of turning over. If I needed to go to the toilet in the night, I would hold it in.”

These days, there are no reports of ghostly activity on the street.

Caron Walton, who now lives in Laura's childhood home, says she has ’no problem’ with the property’s history – and actually enjoys its quirky past. She purchased the home in 2006 and says she had to sign a disclaimer before she moved into the address. It specified that she was not allowed to use a Ouija board or perform any other type of black magic at the address, she says. She was also told she was not allowed to move into the home if she had young children, she told the M.E.N.

“I understand there was something going on there,” she said. “It used to jump from there, to the house next door to here. I had to sign a disclaimer saying I wouldn’t use a Ouija board or do black magic or anything dark. They wanted me to sign a slip of paper. I quite liked it. I’ve heard tales that there’s meant to be an old man walking around on the landing, but we’re quite happy here. I think it’s quite novel; I quite like it. It’s a selling point for me.”

Caron hasn't experienced any supernatural activity since moving into the address.

“They wanted someone to move here who didn’t have very young children. I’ve had no issues; I thought it was quite quirky. A lot of council workers wouldn't come here. I’ve not felt anything since living here. I’ve had pets, like dogs, and they’ve never been freaked out. I’m open to it; I’m not a disbeliever. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

#paranormal #ghosts #haunted #Wingates Grove #unsolved mysteries

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