#꧁ locked 1st anni ꧂
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HHLFKSDH CONGRATS ON 1 YR ANNIVERSARY LOCKY
Ahem i’d like to grant sir zhongli a bouquet of Carnations, Gardenias and Hyacinths + “you’ll be forever in my heart.” (Because we all know this manager needs to redeem theirselves) ILY LOCK AND HAVE SOME PUDDING AS A GIFT 🍮🍮🍮 <33
A/n: LOQUAAAA thanks thanks ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و This humble lock is grateful for thy pudding <3 this was honestly very fun to write wwww
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Zhongli x gn!reader
Warnings: Mentions of killing(not angst)
Being an assassin was no easy job and of course. You never knew who your next target could be, yet you never would’ve expected to see your beloved’s name being handed to you with a file of documents as the next target for your assassination.
Not many knew of this relationship you had going on with Zhongli, so you could only assume the client was someone who had some beef with him. Charming as he is, he does have quite many enemies after all...
Pondering over this request, you had wondered what you should do with it. You had no plan to actually follow it since it requests of the death of your beloved after all.
Deciding you had enough of attempting to rummage through your poor brain for ideas, you got up and went to seek out your beloved instead. He’s usually the brains in the relationship after all. Not that you’d ever admit it to him in stake of your own pride...
Since it was already quite late, you had the bright idea to attempt to sneak in to try to surprise him instead.
Well, let’s just say things didn’t go that smoothly as you got caught immediately after entering... You could do nothing except raise your hands in defeat amidst the darkness, just to save yourself from getting beat up by the man standing before you. You’ve yet to ever manage to beat him in a fight after all..
Zhongli could only sigh after he identified your familiar face in the darkness.
“Why have you decided to play the role of an intruder tonight, my dear?”
“...Surprise?”
Well, if there’s one thing he’s learnt from being in a relationship with you, it’s that you are one to do the most questionable things that he shouldn’t question.
“Is something on your mind for you to visit me this late?”
He wondered as you weren’t usually one to crash into his living space at such a late hour, or maybe you were...
Though he wasn’t wrong about something quite troubling being on your mind.
“Just a new assassination target I was assigned.”
“Would the target happen to be me?”
How quick. As expected of Zhongli, you suppose.
“I’ve already had one come by the other day.”
Hm, that explains how he figured it out so quick. You weren’t the first the client had asked to- WAIT WHAT!?
You stared at him in shock as he spoke of it so nonchalantly. Though it seems he misunderstood the reason for your staring.
“You needn’t worry, I was unscathed.”
“You do know you’re currently considered a target of mine to assassinate, right..?”
“Though I am aware of that, I’m also quite certain you wouldn’t wish to harm me, my gem.”
He’s not wrong.
“That being said, perhaps I wouldn’t mind if it was you.”
What is he saying? He wouldn’t mind if it’s you who harms him?? This man...
“Don’t joke around.”
You swat at him and he only gives a deep chuckle at your behavior.
“Even so, I’m not joking, my dear. Should a day come where you decide you’d like to be the one to end my life, you’ll still be forever in my heart.”
“For some reason, that sounds like a threat that I’ll be the one to go instead if I do try to kill you...”
“Haha. Come now, my dear, do I seem like that sort of person to you?”
...... yeah, you’re lucky this man loves you. Screw the assassination, your life matters more.
#locket of writings 📝#꧁ locked 1st anni ꧂#zhongli x reader#genshin x reader#gn reader#zhongli x gn!reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#zhongli genshin impact#genshin impact zhongli
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What songs are VS commisioned songs? They kind of blend in with the others when I look for them in the VS section. I'm Mine is one that I know of
There's one commissioned for every anniversary (two for 1st anni), plus I'm Mine (3rd anni image song campaign), Saribotachi no Waltz (comm for the evillious collab), and the songs from the Sekai no Oto album.
magic number
MACHINE GUN POEM DOLL
Saribotachi no Waltz
AMARA
Bottle Cake
Un-Lock
I'm Mine
ARQETYPE
ShowtimexAudience
limbo
Yuukou, 1/f no Yurameki
Jouou
Tokimeki Jet Coaster (gets added next month)
not in-game yet:
Natsuya no Uta
LEADER
Unpoison
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[Ghostbusters] Brainwaves: Mini Bios (1984) Ghostbusters & Staff
Tagging @ariel-seagull-wings @spook-central and @soulman133
Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged from Brainwaves posts.
These are just bullet point bios for the main groups of characters, as in the female professors, Ghostbusters and Ghostbuster staff, the C.U.P.S students, Nova’s family and then the others™ (e.g. Dickless, Dana)
Following Characters:
Janine Melnitz
Louis Tully
Winston Zeddemore
Egon Spengler
Peter Venkman
Raymond Stantz
Long post so it's under the cut:
Janine Melnitz:
Actress: Annie Potts
Full Name: Janine Ombeline Melnitz
AKA: Janie, Jan
32 in 1984. Born October 28th 1952 in Brooklyn. Lives in NY, NY
White, Female, Bisexual, Jewish, Scorpio
Speaks English and Hebrew
5'6" and 117 lbs, Blue eyes, Brown hair she dyes Red, Ears pierced
Didn't finish college
Has known the female professors since college
Louis Tully. 'Lou':
Actor: Rick Moranis
Full Name: Louis Bertram Tully
AKA: Lou, Bert
31 in 1984. Born April 18th 1953 in Indiana. Lives in NY, NY
White, Male, Straight, Christian, Aries
Speaks English and some French
5'5" and 169 lbs, Blue eyes and Brown hair, clean shaven, hairy
Currently taking night classes in Law
Lives on the same floor as Dana, Mars, Nova & Kip
Somehow always locks himself out, Nova & Mars have spare keys
Winston Zeddemore:
Actor: Ernie Hudson
Full Name: Winston Ramsey Zeddemore
Sergeant / Mr. AKA: Z, Zed / Zedd
39 in 1984. Born December 17th 1945 in North Carolina, lives in NY, NY
African-American, Male, Straight, Christian, Sagittarius, Smoker
Speaks English and Spanish
6'3" and 220 lbs, Brown eyes, Black hair, Moustache, body hair
Scars but no noticeable scars, mostly covered by his clothes
Was in the US Marines, Smart, Strong and an optimist
Doctor Egon Spengler, PhD:
Actor: Harold Ramis
Full Name: Egon Malachi Spengler
Doctor / Professor / Mr. AKA: Egie, Spengs
40 in 1984. Born November 21st 1944 in Ohio. Lives in NY, NY
White, Male, Aromantic, Straight, Jewish, Scorpio
Speaks 11 languages to varying degrees, including English & Latin
6'5" and 175 lbs, Brown eyes and hair, clean-shaven, hairy
Undiagnosed but likely Autistic
Has 11 PhDs
The only Ghostbuster who doesn't smoke
Doctor Peter Venkman, PhD. 'Pete':
Actor: Bill Murray
Full Name: Peter Charles Venkman
Doctor / Professor / Mr. AKA: Venks, Pete
34 in 1984. Born September 21st 1950 in Missouri. Lives in NY, NY
White, Male, Straight, Christian, Virgo, Smoker
Speaks English, some Spanish and some French
6'2" and 200 lbs, Blue eyes and Brown hair, clean shaven / stubble & body hair
On-Again, Off-Again with Dana Barrett
Parapsychology and Psychology PhDs
Doctor Raymond Stantz, PhD. 'Ray':
Actor: Dan Aykroyd
Full Name: Raymond Francis Stantz
Doctor / Professor / Mr. AKA: Ray, Francine, Frank
32 in 1984. Born July 1st 1952 in Long Island. Lives in NY, NY
White, Male, Straight, Non-Religious, Former Christian, Cancer, Smoker
Speaks 9 Languages including English & Hebrew
6'0" and 200 lbs, Heterochromia Green & Brown eyes, Brown hair, Clean Shaven / stubble, Hairy
Undiagnosed but Autistic. Has 7 PhDs
Susceptible to being possessed
#ghostbusters#brainwaves#ghostbusters 1984#janine melnitz#louis tully#winston zeddemore#egon spengler#peter venkman#raymond stanz#ray stantz
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the 2nd anniversary update for project sekai has put my standards high for 3rd anniversary so here’s some things i hope could be added for 3rd anniversary
1. ALT COVERS FOR VERY OLD SONGS!!!! this is my most wanted thing
i know that they already give alt covers to songs from like 5 months ago but what i mean is dappou rock tsukasa alt cover
other than a solo tsukasa dappou rock, i would also LOVE to see..
- bocca della verita mafuyu solo
- doctor = funk beat solo from either (or both) akito or toya
- maybe alt covers for newly edgy idols or ready steady
that’s all i have right now, but i hope if this would be real they would do more
2. ability to see where your friends are in event rankings
i always wonder what placement they’re in and i think it would be fun
it could either be in the friends tab or a separate section in the event rankings tab
3. added 3dmvs for songs that originally dont
this goes both for comms and covers cause for a lot of songs i dream about their 3dmvs
because while the 2dmvs mean you get the full song i Really don’t like pjsk 2dmvs.. even the recent ones like darling dance and phony still have all of the problems i have with their 2dmvs, but this isn’t about that 😅
there’s already full choreographs for songs that don’t have 3dmvs from the connect lives and those stage concerts, for example the infamous king 3dmv
so they could just use that choreography and just have to make the sets, effects, and camera work
i do think the recent 3dmvs for pjsk are really cool and wonderful so i would love to see 3dmvs for songs get added
(and i now just remembered awhile ago there was a leak for how some songs will get added 3dmvs.. and like it was real because someone was able to get the data for dramaturgy 3dmv and show the world and i saw it.. does this possibly mean my hope can be real?)
updating on 8/18 more stuff i would want
4. as someone said cross unit covers and comms would be SO cool and i think most rhythm gacha games do this so i would want pjsk to start doing this too
they can at least do these covers and songs in context of a story i just want more
5. SIBLING STORIES ARC AGAIN
before 1st anni they all had mixed events with each siblings (saki as focus w/ tsukasa [and toya], akito focus w/ ena and shizuku focus w/ shiho) SO for the duration from 3rd anni- 4th anni i would love for them to do like an “update” of those events and they just switch the focus to the other sibling
so they will have a mixed event with tsukasa as the focus and saki, ena focus with akito, and shiho focus with shizuku
updating 8/24 I HAVE MORE IDEAS
6. FULL VERSION OF THE ALT VOCALS
they can just post them on their youtube channel and i will be so happy
they definitely can do full versions of solo/duet alt vocals as they posted a hated by life 2dmv during the start of the game that uses kanade’s solo alt vocal AND ITS THE FULL VERSION!!
the only alt vocals that we have that are the full versions not including hated by life is just when the whole song is in the game already
SO i need full alt vocals
updating at 9/5
7. MORE STUFF TO DO ON THE MINI MAP
on bandori there USED to be a thing called lounge convos where it would just be the characters having a conversations like live that you watch and they actually move and react to the convo but anyways THATS WHAT I WANT PJSK TO HAVE
i would love for even just another shop be added
also i would love if they could do that idea of where you’d choose which sekai you’d want to go to through this playlist and you’d click on whatever song belonged to the sekai cause i think that was a really cool idea and would make the world feel more.. fun?
(context an image is in the game files from when the game was still in development of where it showed this playlist menu and you picked whatever song belonged to whatever sekai and it seemed that sekais were locked until you reached some point in the main story for each unit)
8. costumes for past 4 stars
this is probably the most unlikely as they would have to model so many outfits but.. wonder magical showtime nene needs a costume
that’s all i can think of for now.. i may edit this post to add more but talk about your ideas!!!
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the hag
dreamed by @katuer
A mysterious, magical, ancient figure intent on finding an “heir”.
Copy-pasted from Notes app: Appears at a family gathering, vanishes family members as she deems them unworthy. Logic puzzle, a box with letters and a lock mechanism. Any attempts to brute force it are disqualifying. “What you see upon looking in your eyes” is the clue. Answer is to input your eye color. 1st person to solve it gains favor.
Upon choosing her heir, a broken knife falls at their place, as everyone else is frozen. Anyone who accepts the knife, or attacks with it is disqualified, and vanished on the spot. The correct move is to refuse the knife, or ask to give it to someone else (the answer will be no, and you cannot refuse it at this point).
Elaboration: Her appearance is similar to that of an annis hag (https://www.aidedd.org/dnd/images/annis-hag.jpg) or the creepy woman from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/scary-stories-to-tell-in-the-dark/images/e/e5/The_Dream.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20200831090749). When I use the word “vanish”, it means she made them vanish. Not a desirable fate to say the least. Yes I can confirm much of my family was sent to the Shadow Realm RIP.
#dreampeople#the hag#katuer#added the pictures for your reference!#this dream seems super interesting actually
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2022-06-05
Singapore
More men here becoming “house husbands”
Geylang’s hustle & bustle returns - that includes the illegal activities
A “travel-starved” man on how he just had to go travelling - 1st-world problems, ‘nuff said... also, idiotic
Police warn of increase in banking-related phishing scams - victims have lost $114K so far since last month
NDP will be back this year - attendees must be fully vaccinated
About 23K civil servants to get 5-14% pay increase from August - the only sector where you can still be rewarded for being a useless pile of $hit
Environment
Carbon dioxide levels in atmosphere keep hitting new records, driven by fossil fuel use
^ Singapore: National strategy underway to tackle growing problem of marine litter
Food
Singapore: More chicken supply coming in from multiple sources
Society
Every stupid, illogical trans argument destroyed, by Matt Walsh!
Malaysian teen tells of how he was scammed into becoming a scammer - was attracted to Cambodia by a customer service job ad promising a good salary, then locked up in a building & forced to source for scam victims
The senseless murder of Annie Le, a 24-year-old doctoral student at Yale - lab technician Raymond Clark III was responsible (and likely a psycho)... further info here
Travel
Singapore: Staycations remain popular during June school holidays even as global travel resumes
Unvaccinated travellers likely to face quarantine for up to 2 more years - the discrimination continues, even though the current vaccines have proven to be useless against omicron!
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I'm glad I got into mahoyaku when I did (ie before main story part 2) because I'm absolutely terrible at not spoiling myself on things so it's rare I get to enjoy the feeling of intrigue upon realising something and knowing it means... something, but not quite what. Like. (Gestures vaguely at Owen Chloe and Rustica) idk what the deal is here and how much of it is literal vs narrative but I am VERY interested in where it's going
#💬#general spoilers in tags ->#when i say 'literal vs narrative' i mean like#theres a lot of things that link chloe and rustica to owens past - specifically him being trapped#and obviously neither were Involved in it due to Not Being Alive at the time but they can still have connections to it#its just a matter of whether those connections exist in-universe or just narratively#(also keep in mind ive not read Every mhyk story bc ive only been here for like two months akdnns)#and the connections are like. chloe and owen are connected bc they were both locked up for a majority of their childhood#the (relevant) difference being that chloe eventually got saved#which is alluded to in 1st anni (the praying + rustica helping chloe through what id say are pretty owen-like thoughts)#and brought up more clearly in pararoid au by having them be trapped in the same place and circumstances#but still having only chloe be saved by rustica#and then theres also like. owens obviously supposed to invoke the idea of sleeping beauty with the briars and being able to temporarily die#bc whats a long sleep if not a temporary death... which is a bit of a leap by itself BUT there IS another step to get there through chloe#because sleeping beauty fell into her sleep after pricking her finger on a spindle#and chloes a tailor with the power to 'induce temporary death'#which links him to owen regardless of the sleeping beauty stuff bc they both have Temporary Death powers#but also again with sleeping beauty - and the thing that made me want to make this post -#i was rereading rusticas affection story and it has the line#'His fingers cover his lips like rose thorns surrounding a castle that has been frozen away in time'#WHICH IS A VERY. SPECIFIC AND WEIRD? WAY OF DESCRIBING THAT?#oh also worth mentioning is that chloes probably based on cinderella. chloe and owen connected through being fairy tale princesses#OH ALSO not important at all but i love the bit in that one event where bradley and mithra are like#'chloe and owen are basically the same person they both have faces and shit'#i bet whoever wrote that thought they were So funny for it. and they are#theres probably stuff im forgetting bc its late and there really is so much to look at and analyse with these three#even if im not able to actually draw conclusions yet#my experience with this has just been that i started realising stuff and then Didnt Stop#anyway. excited for how this all plays out
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Welcome to celebrating the blog’s first anniversary with yours truly hurrayyy!
To commemorate this moment, why not give the lovely characters who helped to build this blog some love on this memorable day as well?
So, would you like to help me in gifting them a bouquet of your picking?
Oh? So you’ve decided to give it some thought? Wonderful! May I first inquire as to which character will be receiving this lovely bouquet then?
You can start picking the flowers for your bouquet from here on out! Please be sure to pay attention now~
Flowers
(Have fun picking this little roulette of not knowing what all of these could mean <3)
Do pick a flower you would like as the main focus of your bouquet.
➪ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
➪ 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬 (if picked skip to filler flower)
➪ 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬
Now, pick a secondary flower for your bouquet.
➪ 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐬
➪ 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐬
➪ 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬
➪ 𝐃𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐬
Lastly, pick a filler flower to finish off your bouquet.
➪ 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐬
➪ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬
➪ 𝐇𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬
➪ 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬
Add a sentence or something you want to say to them (optional)
Example: I would like to gift Kaeya a bouquet of roses, daffodils and hyacinths. + “You look beautiful.”
/or/ (Example 2)
A bouquet of Alstroemerias and Freesias for Kazuha.
#locket of events#꧁ locked 1st anni ꧂#genshin x reader#gn reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact#genshin
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Police Station - Yelena SNK x fem reader
Well, i wrote this during my english class last week.
As I said on my 1st post, english's not my 1st language, so I'll improve my writting. But anywayyy, Hope you enjoy it💕
YN POV
Another damn day at the police station. My boss and best friend, Hange, were on our lunch break talking just like teenagers about our «crushes» 'n stuff.
- Soooo.... YN... How's Yelena? - she asked curious.
- Oh my fucking god, Hange! Stop! You know I hate her. She's always trying to get MY cases. And she's really fucking annoying.
- Yes Yes... So you're telling me that there is no... tension?, between thw two of you? You know... Sexual...
- OMG! no...
-Ok. If you say so... - she said smirking - I'm gonna go since I have a few things to do. Don't forget we have a reunion with the others in 10 minutes.
- Ok. Byeee.
She left.
Yelena POV
- So... Yelena... how's YN doing? - Annie questioned.
I stayed silent.
- Why are you always trying to get her cases?
- I just like to annoy her to be honest.
- Why tho-?
- Idk. It's funny to see her irritated.
- Uh- ok...
YN POV
I just finished eating, i checked my phone and-
- SHIT! I'm 15 minutes late to the meeting! Levi's gonna kill me!
I knocked twice and I entered the room with all my superiors and colegues looking at me. Levi with an expression of disapointment.
- I am so sorry for being so late.
- This is the first and last time, YN. But we need you now, so go and take a sit. - Levi said.
I sat right in front of Yelena since there wasn't any other sit left.
- As I was saying- - Levi started talking and i stopped listening creating stupid scenarios in my head. However, I didn't notice I was staring at the eprson right in front of me.
Suddenly I felt somethin on my leg, carissing it. My eyes widened and I gasped, but not loud enough.
(wtf... - I thought)
Yelena was looking at me, with a very small grin on her face.
(oh no)
Her leg kept during those movements, but then, it started to come dangerously close to my core.
I covered my mouth with my hand while she was playing with my intimate zone covered by my trousers.
She took her foot out of my core and moved it to my leg again, repiting this process 'til the last second of the meeting, making me extremely wet.
(I don't believe i'm wet... shit...)
- The reunion's over guys. See y'all tomorrow! - Hange spoke.
Everyone started to say their goodbyes, and when i was walking out of the room, something srabbed my wrist and pulled me into the office once again.
Of course it was her. The tall. beautiful blonde.
(why am I thinking she is beautiful? I should get ou of here now...)
- Well well well... Look who enjoyed my little... hm, what should I call it?... massage?, I suppose? - She said smirking widely.
- Why did you do It? - I asked with a neutral expression.
- I was boring and I like to see you irritated. But I've always wondered how you would look like being... toutched. However...
She started to walk towards me 'til my back hit the table. Her hand on each side of my body. No escape.
- I didn't have quite a view... so, I'm going to try again.
- Wha-
I was cutted off by Yelena's beautiful lips toutching my own. I was in shook, my eyes were open... but i enjoyed it so, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her neck. Her hand were on my waist and thick thighs.
She got off of me and locked the door. On the way back, she took her blazer and said:
- Strip, Darling.
My eyes widened but i took my clothes off, standing on my cute purple underwear only.
- So beautiful... - She said attacking my neck.
- Ahn- hn!...
- Yeah, moan for me.
Her hands unbottened my bra and caressed my breasts. Her mouth trailed kisses dawn my neck 'til her tongue was swirling on my nipples sucking and bitting them.
I started to unbotton her pants, which she let me, and then I toutched her thighs, abs and, finally, her wet core. I rubbed her clit, but she stopped me.
- No - she said while choking me.
- Yel - lena- na... I- ca- can't - br- breathe- the...
- Oh baby... you will need to be a good little girl and behave yourself... Otherwise... I'll need to punish you. Ok?
- Y- yes...
Her grip on my neck was now stronger.
- Yes, who?
- Yes Ye- len- na...
- Good.
Her hand left my neck and went to my pussy, sliding wer long fingers into my purple panties, now soaked from all the provocation.
- If you dare to moan, I swear, YN, you will regret it.
With that, i gulped strongly while her fingers slided down my vagina. I was controling so hard not to moan or even groan.
- You're doing perfect. Keep like that.
I nodded.
Her other hand was on my clit rubbing it in circular movements.
Unfortunately, i groaned, not really loud, but she still heard it.
- Oh YN, I'm so sorry for doing this...
She handcuffed me and drugged me with GHB (for those who doesn't know, GHB it's an acid used by predators and abusers), so I fell asleep.
Yelena's POV
- I'm so sorry for doing this to you, YN... Let's see if you behave now, shall we?
I dressed her up and, without anyone noticing, i placed her on my car backseats.
- Believe me YN... I don't want to hurt you... Quite the opposite to be honest. I really care about you. Why do you think that I always try to steal you cases? I mean, I enjoy to see you irritated... that's a fact for sure... but, I just don't want nothing to happen to you... I don't know why... but I want to protect you...
We arrived at my house and I carried her to my bedroom. I took off the handuffs and allowed her to wake up.
YN POV
I woke up in a room that I've never beem or seen before.
- You're finally awake.
- Yelena...
- That's me, Darling...
I got up, walked to her and kissed her... I don't really know why, but something felt so right. She kissed me back.
While kissing, we walked over to her king sized bed where we lay down.
We took our clothes off but then...
- Don't think I forgot your misbehaviour, Princess...
- U- uh?
She went to her closet, took some rope out and walked towards me.
- Here what's gonna happen: I'm going to tie you up, and you're going to be a good little girl and do exactly what I say. Understood?
- I nodded.
She gave some knots around my body and disappeared again. When she came back, she held a polaroid.
- What are you doing?
- Taking a picture?!
- W- why?
- To save this moment where you are on full display and submissive to me. - She responded.
Before I could say anything, she took a picture and placed it on top of her bedside table.
She attacked my neck, jaw line and finally...
- May I?
- Yes please...
Finally, after a long time of teasing, she started to lick my wet cunt.
I tried not to moan to which i succeeded.
- You can moan, Darling. We're home.
And so I did.
She inserted her ring and middle fingers from her left hand inside of me while moving them forward and backwards, hitting my g-spot.
- Ahh! Fuck, God, Yes!
Shenever stopped.
-Shit! I'm gonna cum!!!
She didn't say a word. My whole body startes to tremble while i cummed.
But yet, she didn't stop.
- Fuck! I already cum! I can't take this anymore!
She had tied me on position which made it impossible for me to move a muscle. Arms tied to my legs and ankles tied to the lower of my leg, making a sort of ''W''.
- Ahh! Yelena!
I was so sensitive that made me come to my high once again.
But the feeling this time was different. I still felt the knot on my stomack, however, there was something more.
- Sh- shit! I'm cumming!!!
I was right. I squirtid for the very first time due to the overstimulation.
She got off of me.
- Shit, YN.
- I'm so sorry I squirted. You may find me disgusting now.
- What? Why would I?
- Cuz I'm all dirty and I wet your face and breass and bed sheets and your floor...
- I only find you more attractive, YN. That was fabulous and absolutely stunning. Was that your first squir?
I nodded.
- I think I was to rough... Did you enjoy it though?
- Yes, Yelena...
- I'm glad.
She untied me and took me to her bathtub.
- I'm going to shower you, ok?
- Yes.
After 20 minutes relaxing with her, she carried me, bride style, to her bed once again.
- Wanna stay the night?
- Yeah...
- Come here and lay down with me.
I did that and she cuddled me, giving me soft kisses on my forehead and nose.
- You know, Yelena... I thought you hated me...
- No. Quite the opposite actually. I want to protect you... That's why I always try to ''steal'' your cases... I just don't want you to get hurt...
- Nothing's gonna happen to me. - I said smiling.
- Promise? - She asked while i nodded.
- Thank you... - I said.
- For what?
- For making me feel good...
She smiled and looked me in the eyes. Our faces centimeters apart.
We finally kissed. It wasn't rough and sloppy like the ones before. It was slow and passionate... full of... love? I don't know... but I didn't care.
- We should get to know each other better, my dear YN...
- Totally agree.
We smiled when, suddenly, she grabbed something from her bedside table.
- I'm glad I took this picture... You don't even know how much I'm gonna cum thinking about you... - She said. A devilish smirk on her face with her hand holding the photograph.
- STOP! Omg... so embarrassing... - I said, buring my face in her chest.
- Never... And don't be embarrassed... you're beautiful.
We laughed and fell asleep together in each other arms.
I've always thought i hated her... Found out I wanted her.
I guess Hange was right.
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1.3.17: HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 2:58 AM
Warren County, Illinois
BLAMM!
Shotgun, Leigh knew instantly.
Oh Jesus, what now?!
Leigh quietly pushed the bathroom door open with a small creaking sound, and softly shut it behind him. He paced across the room in his undershirt, briefs, and dress socks and peered down through the little skinny window behind Annie's bed. It was dark, but directly down below, there was some kind of delivery area, with a small porch, an awning, and a bright light beside the door. The awning blocked Leigh's view of the light and the door and most of the porch, but in the glow of the light he saw two pairs of legs laying toes up on the ground.
Someone's been shot down there. He knew. What other reason would someone be laying flat on the cement behind a hospital.
He heard a shout. The sound of breaking glass. Some more crashes...maybe a muffled scream. More glass crunching.
Something is happening.
Leigh quickly moved toward the bathroom. Just put my pants and my boots on. Get my gun. His mind raced.
He put a hand on the doorknob and pushed.
Nothing.
Oh shit! He thought, and jiggled the knob.
Nothing.
Shit shit shit.
Then he remembered.
When the nurse---Alves, I think her name was---had wheeled Annie's bed into the room after she had come out of surgery. Alves had mentioned that the bathroom door tends to lock and had motioned to a little doorstop on the floor beside the door. Leigh looked at it now.
There's the doorstop.
His mind had been so focused on his daughter that he hadn't quite absorbed what Alves was saying.
Now I'm locked out of the fucking bathroom!
He jerked the knob hard.
Without my pants.
Nothing.
Without my phone.
He slapped the door exasperated and walked back toward the window. He didn't hear any more scuffling from out there.
And without my gun.
And there's an active shooter in the hospital.
He didn't know that for sure.
You need to act like there is.
Heck, there had been crazier stuff happening around town that night.
Leigh turned toward the room door, pushed it open, and stuck his head out in the hallway.
A woman stood at the far end of the corridor. She was hispanic, disheveled, wearing a hospital gown. She was pushing her IV stand in front of her with one hand and holding something in the other.
A baby. He saw. A newborn baby.
She saw him and gasped in relief. Leigh forgot about the fact he wasn't wearing pants and stepped into the hallway. The corridor was much colder that the room. He felt the chill as his socks graced the hallway tile.
Fuck..my shoes. He wanted to scream.
The woman didn't seem to notice he wasn't wearing pants either.
“Dios mio!” She exclaimed. “Aye Sheriff, I hear gun! You hear that? You hear gun? I know it gun...who is shooting?”
He shushed her, motioning for her to calm down. She gulped and nodded.
“Yes I heard it.” He hissed, grasping her arm. He must have done it hard because she winced.
“What we do?” She whispered, “They hurt my baby! I won't let them hurt my baby?!”
Leigh looked around. The corridor was lined with hospital rooms. Ten to a side. Loomis is in one. Laurie's in another. Where is everyone else?
There was only silence.
And then there were more noises downstairs. A scream. Some crashing.
At the far end of the corridor there was a door with a small blue sign that read: SUPPLY CLOSET.
“We have to hide,” he said.
She nodded frantically.
He pulled her firmly and swiftly toward the door. She followed as fast as she could, trailing her IV stand behind her now. Leigh said a prayer as he gripped the doorknob. Please be unlocked! The door opened. Thank God for negligence.
It was a fairly big room, lined with shelves on all sides holding plastic bins filled with all sorts of medical supplies. There was a gray rubber maid garbage can in the corner. Leigh grabbed the middle shelf and pushed it toward the rear shelf on the far back wall. The noise was immense. The woman winced at the grating sound the shelf made as it scraped across the tile, and held her baby to her. Bandages, wraps, hoses, rolls of gauze, and other various things came raining down from the shelf as it moved.
Leigh flipped the trash can over upside down and patted it for the woman. She pushed her IV to beside the can and then sat down on the bottom of the trash can. She rocked her baby. Miraculously it was still asleep.
“Ok?” He asked.
She nodded.
“I'll be right back,” he said.
Leigh sprinted back to Annie's room. Quickly he unlocked the wheels of his daughter's bed, crooked the IV stand in his arm, and pushed the behemoth monstrosity toward the door. It was tought to get going, but when it did get going, it slid fairly easily.
He got it toward the door, opened it, took a second to listen. There was no sound, only silence. He slid the IV stand out first, held the door with his butt, and then pulled the bed into the hallway until the weight of the bed itself held the door open. Then he slid all the way into the hall, crooked the IV stand again, and pulled the bed completely into the hallway, allowing the room door to close behind it with a soft click. He brought the IV stand with him to the head of the bed, careful not to get tangled in the various cords and hoses that ran from the little electronic box on the pole to his daughter.
He paused and looked at Annie. She hadn't moved. It gave him relief and broke his heart at the same time.
I didn't lose you to Michael Myers, he thought, I'm not going to lose you to come nutcase with a shotgun.
He pushed the bed toward the closet door. The hispanic woman had stood up and was holding the door open for him.
He pushed Annie as far into the room as he could. The door shut behind him. The soft glow from the two electronic boxes on the IV stands gave plenty of light to the room.
Leigh looked at the woman. “Como te llamos?” He asked in the best Spanish he could muster.
“I'm Rosalita,” she said unflinching.
“Rosalita,” he said, “I want you to lock this door. I don't want you to open it for anybody.”
“No,” she shook her head, “Don't leave Sheriff. Please no leave me and my baby.”
“I have to see what's going on,” he said.
She began to cry.
“I don't want you to open the door for anyone but me. You'll know it is me because I'm gonna knock three times...tres...like this...mira.”
He gave three slow knocks on the door.
“Do you understand?”
She shook her head and cried.
“Rosalita?”
She gulped and nodded.
“Ok then,” he said, “I'm gonna go see what's up and then I'll be right back.”
Tears streamed down her face.
Leigh opened the door and stepped out. “Three knocks,” he said behind him.
“Three knocks.” She stuttered.
Leigh shut the door behind him. He heard the click as Rosalita locked it from the inside.
Leigh went first back to Annie's room. He tried the bathroom door again, harder this time. Still nothing.
That door is as heavy as a rhino, he thought, no way I'm breaking it down.
He stepped back out into the dark hallway. The far end of which formed a T-junction. The elevators and snack machines were off to the left, to the right was the nurses station. At the other end, next to the supply closet was a door leading to the Stairwell. He moved toward this quickly, opening the also heavy door as silently as he could. Hearing nothing, comfortable that no one was there, he descended the steps quickly, thankful for the moment he didn't have his boots on. His feet were virtually silent on the rough concrete steps.
I'm like fucking Bruce Willis in Die Hard, he thought. Except Bruce had a gun.
At the bottom of the steps, the white door read GROUND in black stenciled spray paint. Leigh pushed this open soundlessly as well, stepping out carefully. This hallway was similar, but not quite. Just as dark, this one was lined with doors but few he knew were patient rooms. The chapel was down this corridor, as was the gift shop and some of the administrative offices. About twenty feet away was the back door under the awning he had seen from the window above. It was cracked open. He could see a smear of dark liquid running from the door to a crumpled mass in the middle of the tile floor about thirty feet on from the door. Leigh knew the liquid was blood, and he knew the mass was a body.
The shooter had gone that way, Leigh thought, mentally pointing down the corridor to the body. That end of the hallway opened out into another nurses' station, and beyond that the lobby.
Leigh eased over to the backdoor, trying not to step in blood. He wasn't entirely able to succeed however, feeling a squish of something in his sock. He winced and pushed open the door.
The little porch was perhaps only four feet by four feet. There were three steps going down and then a twenty feet by twenty feet pad of concrete atop which was a small metal picnic table and a Butt Station for cigarettes. This was Haddonfield County-General's designated smoking section for the dwindling population of smokers who happened to be at the facility at any given time. Laying on his back, in front of the table, half in and half out of the shadow of the large awning that was mounted above the back door, was Whitey Grey.
Just a few short hours ago, Leigh had been sitting in the waiting room, watching the World Series with Whitey. Well---watching is a bit of an overstatement. Leigh couldn't tell you a damn thing that happened in that game, he was too busy with worry over Annie and he imagined that Whitey had been the same way over Rosalita and their new baby. Rosalita had been having complications and they had sent Whitey out because he had seemed a little of what Doctor Mixter had called “faint”. Whitey, Leigh, and the custodian Jimmy Lloyd had all sat together silently, watching the television but not really watching.
Leigh looked at Whitey now. The last he saw Whitey, he had stood up in the waiting room, sighed loudly, and exclaimed he had needed a cigarette. Here he was now, laying on his back, but his head was twisted around all the way so that his face was in the dirt, facing the wrong way atop his light blue shirt that read: THIS GUY IS GOING TO BE A NEW DADDY! His hands were stretched out like Jesus on the cross. In one lay a silver Zippo lighter engraved with a picture of a Hawai'ian hula dancer. In his other hand, still in between his index and middle finger was the butt of a cigarette, a small funnel of ash marked the place where the rest of it had been before it burned all the way down.
Whoever did this to him did it to him from behind, Leigh thought, descending the stairs to get a closer look, So quick he didn't even have time to drop his smoke. Leigh looked into the darkness. This side of the hospital was flanked by trees, it was fairly dark for a public place. Could have come from the bushes, maybe military trained.
Leigh started back toward the door, then he stopped. To the left of the steps, crumpled against them, was another body. Leigh squinted in the dark but couldn't make out who it was. The body was on its side, facing the steps. He saw a pair of work boots, the soles well worn. He also saw blood pooling from beneath the body, running in scarlet rivers toward the concrete pad, toward the table and the body of Whitey Grey.
Leigh jogged toward the body, skipping in between the long fingers of blood and wincing as his sock came down on a sharp rock or piece of metal—it was too dark to see for sure. He leaned over the body and then immediately revolted back, stifling a gag in his throat. He knew immediately who it was. The dead corpse of a man, clad in faded blue jeans and a dirty light blue work shirt, clutched a 12 gauge shotgun lazily in his arms and chest, the trigger facing out. By his clothes alone, Sheriff Brackett knew that this was one Everett “Sparky” Warner. He only knew this from years of experience, because identitifying the man via his face was impossible. The man didn't even have a face---or a head for that matter. Sparky's neck rose and ended with a sliver of jaw and a little bit of the base of his skull. The rest had been blown out in a bloody mess of bone, skin, brains, and teeth, that lay in a congealed puddle around him and down the back of his shirt.
Leigh looked from Sparky to Whitey and then back to Sparky.
Everyone in Haddonfield knew about how Whitey had made off with Sparky's wife. The talk of the small town was how the baby in Rosalita's belly belonged to the man doing odd jobs around her house and not her electrician husband.
Rosalita. The recognition hit Leigh like a freight train. That woman up there with the baby, that's Rosalita!
He couldn't believe he hadn't put that together until now.
Leigh didn't put it passed Sparky Warner one bit to kill Whitey Grey. He didn't have any doubt in his mind that Sparky probably wanted to snap Whitey's neck. The question was: Could he?
Whitey was not particularly a big man, but he had about a foot on Sparky, and Sparky had about a foot of beer belly around his waist. Leigh found it odd to think that Sparky could have snuck up on Whitey in the dark and snapped his neck without so much as a fight.
Leigh looked at the body of Whitey, his head turned around all wrong on his neck. No fight was given there, he thought.
He also found it very odd that Sparky would then crawl into a corner and blow his head off. Sparky's got too much pride to go and do something like that, Leigh thought. He'd have gone and looked to put a few shells in Rosalita—maybe even that baby, but in his own head? Can't picture that. Doesn't compute.
As he thought these things, his eyes scanned up to the windows of what was his daughters room. He thought of his daughter hiding in a closet with Rosalita Warner right now. All of this doesn't explain the other body in the hallway, he thought, his gaze ran down from the window back to the awning and the back door--and then he saw it.
On the wall beside the door, were hundreds of little pockmarks and a spray of dark liquid. Shit, I'm missing everything tonight. He thought. Think Leigh! It's been a fucker of a day but you got to think. Directly beside the door was a red rectangular box. White lettering on the top read: FIRE EMERGENCY. Smaller white lettering on the bottom read: BREAK GLASS TO RETRIEVE AX. And he saw broken glass all right, glittering in the porch light, all over the landing, all over the steps, and all over the concrete pad. That sharp rock or metal he had stepped on, was probably glass.
Leigh ascended the stairs to the landing and took a closer look at the wall and confirmed his suspicions. Pellet holes, he knew, from the shot. Sparky had been standing at an angle, his left shoulder facing the door. He was then thrown up and over the railing, landing down below next to the stairs.
Why would Sparky stand like that, right in front of the door and shoot himself. Someone had fought Sparky with the gun, discharging it in his face and throwing him over the railing. Leigh pondered quickly and carefully. Probably whoever killed Whitey, he figured. Sparky may have come out with the shotgun to get Whitey, but he ran into someone else entirely. Leigh looked at the box beside the door. Where is the ax?
Leigh pushed open the door carefully, forgetting entirely to watch his socks for blood, feeling cold dampness squish between his toes. He grimaced and pressed into the hallway. He jotted up to the next body, and recoiled again, feeling another wave of nausea.
Father Carmine!
There was little to go on. The shiny black shoes, the black pants soaked in the pool of blood below him, the pressed black shirt in tatters, a white collar almost completely red. The dead giveaway was the golden crucifix, still attached to a now-broken chain laying in the mess beside the body. Father Carmine was the Associate Rector of Our Lady of Consolation Roman Catholic Church in Haddonfield, and the unofficial official chaplain of Haddonfield County-General Hospital. Leigh couldn't be certain it was him, there was nothing left of a face or head but a bloody pulp, one arm had been very nearly severed, the other was missing giant chunks of flesh revealing shiny white bone near the forearm and shoulder. Unless some other priest had been walking the hospital during Halloween night in Haddonfield, this had to be Father Carmine.
Well, Leigh thought as he stepped around the body, Somebody definitely used the ax.
It was the only thing that could account for that kind of destruction to a human body.
Just then he heard a crash and a scream. It came from down the hall in front of him. There were more scuffling noises, heading away, growing fainter. He took one last look at Father Carmine's corpse and then began to trot toward the sound. Then he stopped.
Just what the hell are you gonna do? He thought. You're in your underwear. You have no shoes. No gun. No phone.
But he knew the nurses station upstairs had a phone.
I can at least get a hold of Meeker and get someone down here.
He turned and jogged back to the stairwell, his blood-soaked socks making sickening splatter noises on the tile as he ran.
I'll call the calvary, then I'll get back up there to my Annie.
As he ascended the steps he thought about how he could tell Rosalita that her husband and the father of her child were both dead.
And not at the hands of one another apparently.
It shocked him how absurdly amusing this was to him at the moment. He pushed the door open to the second floor and stepped back into the dark hallway.
You're so tired you're getting delirious, he reasoned.
He jogged as fast as he could to the far end of the hall and turned right, nearly toppling over another body.
The men's restroom and a water fountain was to the left, a woman's restroom to the right. There in the middle of the floor, was the body of a doctor. The only reason knew it was a doctor was because of the long white coat. This body was just as trashed as the body of Father Carmine.
Probably Fred Mixter, Leigh winced as he stepped around it, feeling more wetness in his socks. There was so much blood there was nowhere left to step. A room opened up to the right, next to the women's restroom. A staff lounge from the looks of it. Leigh squinted inside and could see another body. This one in the blue scrubs of a nurse. It looked just as equally chopped up.
What the fuck! was all his mind could say.
Directly ahead was the nurses' station. A long, curving counter blocked the hallway from the desk covered in computers, phones, etc. Behind the desk were rows of filing cabinets. On the wall behind this was a large marker board with patient information, a clock, and a bulletin board. The pictures of various doctors and nurses had been taped atop bodies of black construction-paper spiders. These spiders had been in turn stapled to a purple background. Webs had been drawn with a white crayon or colored pencils and orange stenciled lettering stapled at the top read: HAPPY HALLOWEENIE!
Directly in front of the counter, face down on the tile, was another body. This one also wore scrubs. This one was also hacked to pieces. Leigh could tell it had once been an African-American woman, but not much more. An IV stand lay next to her. The electronic box was smashed, hoses ran out from it like a coiled snake, ending in a strip of bandage and gauge that was now soaking in the blood of the nurse. One of the IV bags lay in the pool of blood, casting a pink glow on the liquid inside. The other had busted, an empty plastic sack looked like a jelly-fish floating in an ocean of blood. Leigh stepped around all of this, trying to avoid yet another massive pool of human blood. He cocked his head, and heard something.
It sounded, like a television.
He rounded the counter, entering to behind the desk via a small door along the side. There he beheld the nurses' desk. One of the computer monitors was on, and it was streaming the baseball game. Leigh looked at the clock on the wall. 3:10.
The game is still on?
He squinted at the monitor. A chubby Cubs batter was walking to the plate, chomping down on an enormous wad of bright pink bubble gum. The graphic at the top read: Bottom of the 12th.
Leigh shook his head and snapped up the nearest phone reciever. He punched the Line 1 button and then promptly hit 9-1-1.
Busy tone.
Seriously!
He hung up and tried again.
Busy tone.
You've got to be kidding!
Leigh hung up again and thought for a moment, trying his best to remember Bengie Meeker's cellphone number.
It came to him and he dialed.
“Hey this is Deputy Ben Meeker with the Warren County Police Depar---”
“Jesus Fuck!” Leigh hissed and slammed the phone back down on the hook.
Leigh paced to the doorway of the little office and then back to the desk, thinking, trying to remember anymore numbers.
Nobody remembered phone numbers anymore! He commiserated. He tried to think of Fred Colbourne, the Fire Chief's number. Nothing was coming to him. All he could remember was the number to the landline he and Joanna had shared.
That's been disconnected since Joanna died! His mind roared. And that won't help you now.
He paced back and forth one more time and stopped in the doorway. Directly across the little corridor, opposite the door, was a short white metal cabinet with about seven or eight little drawers. Without another thought, he began to pull open the little drawers, finding almost immediately what he was looking for.
In the second drawer from the bottom he found scrub pants, these he pulled on quickly. They were a little tight, obviously cut for a woman, but they worked. In the top drawer he found a roll of cotton shoe covers and a box of latex gloves. He pulled on the gloves and peeled his blood-soaked socks off his feet, fighting an urge not to wretch. Tossing the socks into the corner beside the cabinet, he pulled on a new pair of shoe covers and stuffed the remaining roll into the pocket of his scrub pants. In the second drawer from the top he found a substantial set of keys on a large keyring. There were all different assorted kinds. Leigh pulled off the gloves, tossed these into the corner as well, grabbed the keys, stuffed them into his other pocket, and approached the phone again.
He tried 9-1-1.
Still busy.
He tried Meeker.
Still voicemail.
He pondered whether to leave a message and then hung up. No time. He thought. Gotta get back to Annie.
He had left the supply closet with the intention of 'seeing what was going on'.
What was going on was that there was some nutcase in the hospital welding an ax.
Myers? He wondered. Possible.
He had been given no updates on the Myers situation since departing with Annie and Laurie Strode for the hospital. He had asked for none as well. It was difficult for him to believe that Meeker and the boys had yet to nab Michael Myers by now. It was just as difficult for him to believe that there was anyone else capable of this much carnage.
If it is Myers, what's he after? Laurie?
He rounded the corner, forming a wide arc around the body of the nurse, keys jingling in his pocket and new shoe covers swishing on the cold tile.
Then he stopped again.
He saw a figure laying in the floor at the far end of the corridor.
A new figure. It was on the floor near the body of who Leigh had assumed was Dr. Fred Mixter, Chief of Medicine.
He approached slowly. In the darkness, the features came into focus. He saw curly brown hair, a skinny neck, and a large Adam's apple. It was a young man. He was laying on his back, and he was moving, every so slightly. Raspy breaths were turning into moans. Beside him on the tile Leigh saw streaks of blood and knew exactly what had happened. Whoever this was had slipped on Mixter's blood and had hit his head.
Leigh bent down and looked into the face. The eyes were open slightly. The pupils rolled up into the back of his head. The mouth was open, emiting those shallow breaths and soft moans. It was Jimmy Lloyd.
The custodian! Leigh couldn't believe it.
Leigh placed a hand on Jimmy's chest. “It's okay son,” he said softly and was answered by a louder moan. “Just relax, we're gonna get you some help real soon. Everybody gonna get some help.”
Leigh patted the boy's coat pockets and found what he was looking for, pulling out a nice sleak black iPhone inside a white Chicago Cubs phone case. Leigh pushed the button on the phone and got the lockscreen. At the bottom right corner he hit the tiny word: EMERGENCY and got the keypad. At the top right corner he saw, in even tinier letters, words he had feared: NO SIGNAL.
The roof, he realized. The roof is the best chance I have of cellphone service.
Cellphone reception around the Old Reservoir had been a point of derision for town residents for some time. The major phone companies had been promising new towers around the Frenchlick area for years but none had as yet come to fruition.
Jimmy may have Meeker's number, Leigh realized. He definitely had Fred Colbourne's for sure, but Leigh couldn't access these without the passcode to Jimmy's iPhone to get into his Contacts.
I could try things. He thought. 1-2-3-4 maybe.
He had felt Jimmy's wallet in his coat pocket when he was looking for the cellphone.
It's probably his birthday, he mused, I could get that from his license.
The last thing he wanted to do was lock himself out of the phone by trying too many passcodes, he realized.
I need to get to the roof, make the call, and then get back to Annie.
He was going to try and use the keys he had found to get his phone, shoes, and gun first. If he couldn't do this, he would use Jimmy's phone to try 9-1-1- again, and if pressed, to try and hack his passcode and get to his Contacts.
But first, I need to see if Laurie is in her room. He thought. If Myers is after Laurie, I'll know soon enough. If Laurie is gone, you had better believe it is Myers.
Deep down, he was sure he already knew the answer.
Slowly, cautiously, he peeked around the corner to the left, gazing down the long corridor, toward the supply closet where he prayed his only daughter, Rosalita Warner, and her new baby were still safe. The hallway was empty. He started down it.
Each room had a small plastic pocket mounted to the wall beside the door, along with the colored exam-room signal flags that the doctors used to indicate patient status. Only three of the rooms had something in the pockets. One was on the right at the far end—that was Annie's room. The other two were next to each other on the left near the center of the hallway.
Leigh sprinted to these.
When he came to the first door, he looked into the pocket and pulled out a manilla file. The tab on the file read: LOOMIS, SAMUEL MCDONALD
Dr. Loomis you crazy bastard please be in here! Leigh thought as he pushed open the door.
The room was empty. An IV stand with adjoining electronic box gave off a steady whine in the corner. The sheets were disheveled. Hoses ran from the IV bags to a wadded up mesh of bandage and gauze.
Loomis had left. Leigh knew. Crazy old man had torn out his IV and had left.
Brackett had spent just enough time with Dr. Sam Loomis to know why.
He was hunting Myers.
This, as far as Leigh was considered, answered not only the question of where Dr. Loomis was but also of what Brackett was going to find in the next room.
Leigh stepped out of the room and pushed himself into the adjoining room, glancing briefly at the manilla folder in the pocket beside the door that read: STRODE, LAURIE ANGEL
This room was also empty. The sheets disheveled.
There was no Laurie.
There was also no IV stand.
She had brought it with her, Leigh thought optimistically.
He then had the crushing realization that the IV stand and assembly he had seen dashed to bits next to the body of the black nurse had probably been Laurie's.
Can't think about that now, Leigh chided himself. Focus. Gun and phone.
Leigh sprinted back to Annie's room. The keys jingled softly, the shoe covers swishing.
He tried one key after another in the bathroom door. There were at least sixty keys on the key chain. Some he could dismiss outright as being either entirely too large or too small. Some went as far as gliding into the keyhole. None would turn the lock.
When he was completely sure he was back to the key with which he had started, frustration set in.
“Dammit!” He exclaimed, slapping the door with one hand while jiggling the lock with the other.
He pulled Jimmy's phone from his pocket.
Plan B, he thought.
Thunder growled outside.
Great, his mind bemoaned. He sidled to the window. You're headed for the roof, and now it's storming.
Leigh tossed the keys on the floor beside the bathroom door. The things were too heavy to carry for no reason. He walked toward the door, inching it open one more time. The hallway was dark and quiet.
He darted toward the stairwell, briefly pondering whether to check in on Rosalita and Annie and then decided that he shouldn't bother them just yet.
I'll get to the roof, make the call, and then we can all wait till the calvary comes together.
Sheriff Brackett pushed the open the door marked STAIRS and this time he ascended.
Stepping out unto the roof, he was met by a fierce driving rain that nearly took him aback.
Well, he thought, here's the storm.
Leigh held up the phone, squinting at the screen as fat drops stung his face. Still no bars.
The storm's definitely not helping.
He began to circle the roof, holding up the phone in all directions, the gravel hurting his feet.
Still nothing.
Then there came something.
But it wasn't from the phone.
CRACK!
That was a pistol shot. It came from the ground level somewhere. Off in the distance.
Leigh ran to the edge where he thought the sound had come from. The barrier of the edge of the hospital roof was about chest high and nearly a foot thick. He tried to look out and over it, into the parking lot now covered in thick sheets of rain. He could see nothing.
Thunder rolled ahead.
Could be good thing, he thought, someone else may hear the shot and already be calling the police.
He held the phone up and squinted at it again.
Still no reception.
That pistol could have been one of my guy's sidearms, his mind worked. Could be Jack Becker, hospital head of security.
That gave him pause.
Where the fuck is Becker anyway?!
He walked to and fro with the phone.
Still nothing.
But wait.
A flicker.
One bar...
No...now two.
Two bars.
He quickly dialed 9..1
And then he was engulfed in light.
NEXT>> (Coming Soon)
#halloween#halloween franchise#michael myers#horror#haddonfield#horror writing#horror film#fan fiction#fan writing#spooky
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Headcanons for kitty, who is a child, finding a stray kitty and looking after it? They grew up together and the cat was the 1st thing to see kitty as a ghost.
I think you answered your own headcanon, anon! I'll see what I can add to it:
Young Kitty initially found the stray hiding in the kitchen.
She asked her parents if they could keep him. They didn't care what she did with it, as long as she kept the cat locked away when visitors were present.
Kitty's sister was jealous of the cat and asked for one of her own.
Their parents got her one for Christmas. Kitty was just happy there were more animals to play with.
The new cat bonded more with Kitty than the sister. It mysteriously disappeared just as Kitty grew fond of it. At least she still had her stray.
The stray cat and Florence the statue were Kitty’s closest “friends” while she was alive.
Before season 3 disproves this, I headcanon that Kitty either died of hypothermia in the garden, or she was poisoned at a party and died in her bedroom. I’ll go with the second one for now.
Kitty wakes up and sees the stray cat curled up beside her. She reaches out to pet him, but her hand phases right through.
The cat figures out she’s a ghost before Kitty herself realizes.
Mary and Annie are the first ghosts Kitty meets, and they try telling her that she’s dead. Kitty goes on interacting with the living people at the party. Used to being ignored, she keeps trying to get them to talk back.
The cat follows her, occasionally walking through her and making her sick.
It his old age, the cat remained loyal to Kitty. To the living, it looked like the cat was meowing at the air or stalking corners for no reason.
Lucky for Kitty, the cat became a ghost too! He moved on around the same time Annie did.
Kitty and Marry became closer friends in that time. It was as though the cat moved on once he was certain the others would show Kitty the compassion she wished for while alive.
#ok i didn't make this one sad!#bbc ghosts#ghosts bbc#mia posts a thing#i mean it's a little bittersweet at the end but shhhh#answered#anonymous#ghosts kitty
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Back To The Movies Writing Challenge
To celebrate cinemas now open again in the UK and my trash can of a blog reaching 8K, here’s another little challenge for you!
RULES
Fandoms you can write for:
- Supernatural (Sam/Dean/John)
- The Walking Dead (Negan)
- MCU (Steve... at a push Bucky, definitely Stucky (w/reader) heheh).
- Knives Out (Ransom Drysdale).
Smut/fluff/angst and any and all variations of those tropes are welcome.
Non-con/dub-con is allowed as are most things except toilet stuff and underage. That being said, please tag your warnings accordingly.
Word limit is 2K. Anything over 500 words needs a “read more” tab otherwise it will not get reblogged.
Any POV is cool with me.
Please send me an ask to let me know which song choice you have picked.
Two people per song choice, but I am willing to open it up further if necessary,
Genuine entries only please. I’m done with people signing up and then not submitting anything. It’s incredibly frustrating and I don’t really have the time to chase you for your entry. However, if you do sign up and then can’t fulfill your prompt, please let me know so I can let someone else have it.
Please use the tag “#backtothemovieschallenge” in the first five tags and tag me in your author's notes.
If I haven’t reblogged your entry within 48 hours, send me an ask or DM to give me a nudge.
Closing date is October 1st. If you need an extension, please let me know.
Have fun!
SONGS BEHIND THE CUT
Not all of these are the ‘staple’ movie soundtrack song like I had originally planned, but hey if it’s a musical it still counts right?
(SONG - MOVIE - ARTIST)
Don’t You Forget About Me - The Breakfast Club - Simple Minds - @miss-nerd95 (@bucky--barnes)
Shallow - A Star Is Born - Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper - @jennmurawski13
Ashes - Deadpool 2 - Celine Dion - @abbirae99
It Must’ve Been Love - Pretty Woman - Roxette - @letsby
Can’t Fight The Moonlight - Coyote Ugly - LeAnn Rimes - @crashdevlin
I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing - Armageddon - Aerosmith - @nikki-writes-stuff
The Boy Next Door - Meet Me In St. Louis - Judy Garland - @holylulusworld
Everything I Do (I Do It For You) - Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves - Bryan Addams
Show Me Heaven - Days Of Thunder - Maria McKee
I Will Always Love You - The Bodyguard - Whitney Houston - @thoughtslikeaminefield
As Real As You And Me - Home - Rihanna
Anthonio (Berlin Breakdown Version) - The Guest - Annie
Gotta Go My Own Way - High School Musical 2 - Vanessa Hudgens
Take My Breath Away - Top Gun - Berlin - @nekoannie-chan / @angryschnauzer
Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now - Mannequin - Starship
Broken - The Punisher - Seether and Amy Lee - @angrythingstarlight
Rewrite The Stars - The Greatest Showman - Zac Efron and Zendaya - @mummybear
I Want You To Want Me - 10 Things I Hate About You - Letters To Cleo - @deanmonandnegansbitch / @chuuulip
There You’ll Be - Pearl Harbour - Faith Hill
There Are Worse Things I Could Do - Grease - Stockard Channing - @peridottea91
I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Fifty Shades Darker - Zayn Malik and Taylor Swift - @moosekateer13
Stand By Me - Stand By Me - Ben E. King - @finleyjayne
Stay - Reality Bites - Lisa Loeb
Signal boost?
@negans-lucille-tblr @princessmisery666 @mummybear @manawhaat @thoughtslikeaminefield @crashdevlin @holylulusworld @fictionalabyss @chuuulip @impala-dreamer @pink1031 @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @nikki-writes-stuff @kellyn1604 @letsby @imanuglywombat @threeminutesoflife @pinknerdpanda @there-must-be-a-lock @deanwanddamons @becs-bunker @itmighthavebeenintentional @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @finleyjayne @daisysouthmoore @s-h-e-w-r-i-t-e-s @irrelevantwriter @dontshootmespence @deans-baby-momma @ohwowreallycool @smol-and-grumpy @deanmonandnegansbitch @kittenofdoomage
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Annie Philomena THORN
Meet my MC on this detailed profile . 🙂
Born: 20 November 1972 (Scorpio)
Hometown: Westmeston, UK
Blood Status: Half-blood
Ethnicity/Nationality: White British
Gender identity: Witch (She/her)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: as an adult, 1.63 meters
Weight: as an adult, 57 kg
Hair: long, light brown, lightening in the sun.
Eyes: Amber
Skin: Pale, blushing first and tan later.
Other physical characteristics: A scar under the collarbone from a magic wand stuck in the shoulder during a fight. According to Charlie, its shape is reminiscent of a Chinese Liondragon fireball.
A Rowan leaf with 13 leaflets and a circle of 5 others tattooed on the top of his right foot.
The rune Thurisaz, also called Thorn in Anglo-Saxon England on the left little finger.
Style: she rarely goes out without her leather jacket, which she can combine with jeans, dresses, skirts or shorts.
PERSONALITY
Myers-Briggs type: ENFJ-T
Strengths: Responsive, insighful, reliable, loyal, passionate, selfless, charismatic, compassionate, cultured, resourceful, Outgoing and playful with trusted people.
Weaknesses: emotional, resentful, troubled, excessive, reluctant to open up, fluctuating self-confidence, spreads herself too thin, often shows bad faith because she is too proud to admit her vulnerability.
Interests/Hobbies: duelling, astronomy, psychology, being an Auror, sweets, dance, quidditch, and convivial moments with friends.
Miscellaneous: Addicted to Jae's Pumpkins Pasties.
Her body tolerates Firewhisky much better than the Calming Potions, which always have unexpected effects on her (Possible psychosomatic effect because of her mother who abused it after Jacob's disappearance).
MAGICAL CHARACTERISTICS
1st Wand: Acacia with a core of unicorn hair. 12 inches long. This wand was broken by Patricia Rakepick in 1989.
2nd wand: Laurel with a phoenix feather core and a tourmalinated quartz handle. 12 inches long. Like most laurel wands, it has the particularity of spontaneously sending a lightning bolt to whoever wants to grab it.
Animagus: None. Penny left the "animagi" potion in the potions classroom and a student spilled the bottle during an inventory. Annie refused the torture of keeping a mandrake leaf in her mouth for another month!
Boggart: Voldemort, until her reunion with Jacob at the end of the 5th year. Later, Rowan's death awakens some unresolved childhood pain. Boggart then takes the successive forms of all her loved ones, leaving her, reflecting her visceral fear of abandonment.
Riddikulus: Voldemort becomes a clown. She is still working on this problem with a WIP.
Favorite spell: "Diffindo spell", so versatile!
Special Abilities: besides having good instincts, Annie is a natural Legilimens who has honed her skills through self-training. She is also very skilled in martial magic, non-verbal spells and she speaks French well thanks to her bilingual mother.
FAMILY
Aliénor THORN née NEVERS (mother): A Franco-American witch, who arrived in England at 7 and works for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She broke up with Peregrine when Annie was 5 years old because of her husband's repeated absences because he preferred his career - A lock of white hair appeared the day after they broke up - She brought up her two children alone until Jacob's disappearance which destroyed her. To compensate for this loss, Annie tried to be more talented than Jacob and more responsible and helpful than any child her age, without understanding that a child cannot replace the one lost.
Peregrine THORN (father): an English wizard who lost his parents at a young age. He is a tracker so passionate about his work that he often neglects his home, a fact that wearies Aliénor who prefers to break up with him. However, he never grants her a divorce. After that, he visits his children less and less until he disappears from circulation when Jacob disappears.
Jacob Orpheus THORN (brother): a wizard prodigy who does what he can to help his mother after his parents' separation. He has a strong grudge against his father, who has gradually abandoned them. Following his dangerous search for the cursed Vaults and his subsequent expulsion from Hogwarts, Jacob disappeared a few months after the fall of Voldemort. He was found trapped in a cursed vault eight years later. He will stop at nothing to protect his family and he is the typical example of a guy who does bad things for good reasons.
For more details about Jacob, click here
ROMANCES
Barnaby Lee: First boyfriend. He is a good friend who confessed to having a crush on Annie in the 5th year just before the Valentine's Day Ball. They dated for 19 months before Annie realised that her strong temperament overcame Barnaby's much softer and more accommodating one. He is the boy of all her first times. As a result, she still has a special fondness for him.
Jae Kim: Thwarted Love. From their first meeting, they have a friendly crush that turns into a friendship with benefits in 7th year, from which sincere feelings blossom that are hindered by circumstances. But whether they are friends, lovers, partners, friends with benefits, or a little of all of these, Jae and Annie are not about to leave each other. One could write an essay based on their relationship.
Charlie Weasley: Summer Passion 1991. Above all, Charlie is a great friend, one of the best, who doesn't hesitate to tell Annie what she needs to hear, rather than what she wants to hear. This can cause some sparks to fly!
They have a brief, intense passion that ends when Annie breaks up with Charlie, who has just been accepted into the Romanian Dragon Reserve, so as not to clip his wings and because she fears being abandoned again. They meet again after the war and go out together, until they realise that desire and nostalgia are not a strong enough glue to bind their too different conceptions of a love relationship. They realise that it would never have worked between them and they break up as good friends. This time, without regret.
Sam BLACKWOOD (OC): He was Annie's boyfriend from 31 October 1996 until 14 November 1998, when he broke up with her after months of cheating on her with Mona Macnair.
OTHERS RELATIONSHIPS
Rowan KHANNA: Her first and best friend, who died in February 1990. Rowan is a studious, exceptionally well-read witch who aspires to be a teacher at Hogwarts. Her need to understand, her insight and her keen sense of logic sometimes lead her to ask many questions. This can be useful when dealing with someone who is trying to trick her, but dangerous in the darker circles where Jae Kim sometimes drags Annie.
Bill WEASLEY: her surrogate brother, a mentor and an example to follow. They have always kept in touch despite the distance. Understanding her motives, he never resented her for breaking up with his brother, even defending her to his own mother and Percy.
Ben COPPER: Annie and Ben are good friends until Ben's sudden personality change tests their affinity. Bound by grief, they become close again after Rowan's death, until professional life drives them apart.
TONKS: a good friend whose good humour is infectious. They will become very close during their Auror training.
Tulip KARASU: dormate- Annie sees Tulip's friendship with Merula as an endorsement of her misdeeds. So Annie is very suspicious of her. Later, she witnesses her voluntary isolation after her fight with Merula. Only necessity and the insistence of her friends make her forget her prejudices and get to know this fun, quick-witted and unconventional girl.
Badeea ALI: dormate- She devotes herself entirely to her art, so that Badeea spends very little time in her dormitory. Annie and Badeea have a cordial but distant relationship until 5th year, when they become friends.
Penny HAYWOOD: This talented potionist is one of Annie's best friends.
Mona MACNAIR (OC): She is the daughter of the notorious executioner, and also a Death Eater, Walden Macnair. In 1997, she ran away from her father's authority because she does not share his supremacist ideals. Sam helps her to hide before falling in love with her. In January 1999, they moved to the United States.
Merula SNYDE: They hate each other from the moment they meet. Over the years, circumstances encourage them to cooperate, and sometimes even to open up to each other, but Annie doesn't trust her. "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer" is a saying that Annie applies to the letter. Their graduation and original career choices end their rivalry and their relationship becomes more peaceful.
Fergus LARSEN (OC): He is the very popular dark-haired, azure-eyed man who collects conquests like others collect chocolate frogs. But he is also a stalker, manipulative and perverse. One day, Annie violently interrupts one of his worst misdeeds and humiliates him without denouncing him, for a still secret reason, thus sowing the seeds of a fierce discord.
R: After Rowan's murder, Annie is determined to neutralise them.
AT HOGWARTS
House: Ravenclaw.
Best subjects: Charm, transfiguration, DADA and astronomy.
Worst subjects:
-Herbology. She claims that her poor results are the fault of Tonks, who hide Jelly Slugs in her pots, but the truth is that she has no green thumb at all.
-Divination. She has no interest in it. Since it's become clear that Trelawney is very fond of sinister predictions, Talbott, Barnaby, Ismelda and Annie compete to invent the worst ones. Surprisingly, it works!
-History of Magic. If explained or commented on by Binns, even the most exciting Quidditch match would be a bore.
Favourite teacher: Filius Flitwick. He is always positive, available, and happy to teach her anything she asks. He is also the one who introduced her to martial duelling. Bonus point: he always welcomes the students in his office with cakes.
Least favourite teacher: Severus Snape. His favouritism for Slytherin students irritates her, and despite his apologies, she is still mad at him for reading her note to her crush in front of the entire class. That said, she admits Snape is a more complex and nuanced person than his coldness and recurring sarcasm would suggest.
Quidditch: Beater until the middle of the 6th year. Grieving and focused on fighting R, she missed a lot of practice and her performance dropped off after Rowan's death. Orion was therefore forced not to select her in 7th year. Annie struggled to come to terms with what she initially saw as rejection, before realising through Charlie and Erika Rath that quidditch was more of a hobby for her than a priority, unlike the rest of her team.
AFTER HOGWARTS
July 1991 - July 1992: She joins the Auror Training Centre with Tonks, Ben and Talbott. Mad Eye, who had recently left active service, was heavily involved in the training of their class.
July 1992 - July 1993: After passing her exams, she joins the Aurors' Office as an Apprentice and finishes her training in the field under the tutelage of experienced Aurors.
6 July 1993 - 01 août 1993: Disobeying all protocols and worse, her superiors, she acts to get Jae Kim out of Azkaban.
October 1994 - June 1995: Confirmed Auror. She takes part in the security of the Triwizard Tournament.
1 July 1995: She is invited with Tonks and Winger to a secret meeting where she is officially invited to join the Order of the Phoenix. She refuses. Although she understands the need to protect Harry Potter, she is more concerned about the fate of Voldemort's other potential targets who do not have the protection of elite wizards like those in the Order of the Phoenix. Annie therefore prefers to keep her autonomy and freedom of action.
September 1995: Chiara Lobosca's pack has fallen under the control of Fenrir Greyback. Annie and Jae help her escape to France using Jae's smuggling networks, while the Auror covers her tracks within the Ministry, which is riddled with enemies. Other peaceful werewolves will also call on them.
December 1995: Moved by the attack on Arthur Weasley by Nagini, she takes on some of his shifts at the Department of Mysteries while he recovers.
January 1996 - June 1997: Many wizards loyal to Dumbledore fear for their families and seek to keep them out of the coming conflict. Annie and Jae Kim perfect their exfiltration methods.
June 1997 - May 1998: Requests to flee the country are flooding in after Voldemort's ascension to the Ministry is confirmed. They set fallback points up in Belgium, Holland, Germany, Iceland and Spain.
Night of 1-2 May 1998: Battle of Hogwarts.
November 1998: Annie is dumped by her boyfriend, Sam Blackwood, who has been cheating on her for almost a year.
December 1998: Resigns as an Auror.
To be continued...
All information published here is mentioned in the fiction published on AO3. Most of them will be cross posted or relayed here soon. 😊
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Chapter One | Chapter Two
Anne Boleyn lost everything when she accidentally resurrected Henry VIII. Now it's all up to her to fix her mistakes, but hopefully, she won’t have to do it alone.
Anne Boleyn awoke, she adjusted herself to move her neck but stopped when she realised it was nestled into Catherine Parr's collarbone. She tensed then hesitantly relaxed, savouring the familiar smell and comfort she hadn’t had in so long. The Boleyn girl closed her eyes once more and smiled slightly, fantasising about what life could’ve been is she hadn’t cared so much.
Now it was Catherine’s turn to wake up. Anne felt Cathy’s breath hitch, and she quickly removed her head to give the writer some space. Unfortunately, this now meant that Cathy was taller.
“Morning,” Cathy mumbled, glancing down at Anne’s lips then back to her eyes.
“Morning,” Anne replied stiffly.
“Did you sleep okay?” The writer’s voice was husky, and Anne didn’t miss Cathy’s subtle glances.
“Yeah, I slept brilliantly.” Anne trailed off as Cathy tipped her chin upwards,
“When I first saw you, there was a cut here.” Cathy brushed her fingers over a spot on Anne’s chin, “Looks like it healed well.”
I Anne wasn't awake then, Cathy's morning abruptness meant she was now. Not meeting her eyes, the 6th queen hesitated.
Anne’s voice turned to a whisper, “What are you thinking about?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Cathy glanced at the Boleyn girl’s lips once again before moving in. Anne’s eyes fluttered closed as the air became thicker and she could feel Cathy’s breath igniting something she hadn’t felt in a while.
Knock, knock.
“Cathy, Jane was wondering why you’ve not come down for breakfast yet.”
The chippy voice of Katherine Howard was enough to make a grown man scream, especially if he was about to lock lips with Anne Boleyn.
The 5th queen gasped at the sight. Kat had started to walk around the house a little more and even came down for occasional meals. At this point, she’d seen too much to be embarrassed and was furious that her cousin had been let back into their house.
“What the fuck, Cathy.”
“I can explain!”
“I don’t want a fucking explanation!”
On any other day, Anne would’ve called her younger cousin out on her language, but she decided to keep quiet.
“I want her gone.” Katherine stormed out.
“What got her ponytail in a twist?”
Cathy shot the 2nd queen a look which could kill before chasing Katherine to her room.
“Okay,” The writer began, “First off, language. That was unacceptable, and you know it. Second of all, Anne needed a place to stay; I wasn’t going to let her rot on the streets.”
“Okay, Cathy. How about this? I don’t care if she was living with Beyonce or freaking Billie Eilish! She ruined our family and resurrected someone we all agreed didn’t deserve to exist! Do you have any idea of the pain she caused me?! That was my cousin.”
“I get you’re angry, I do.”
Katherine dived onto her bed and stuck her head into her pillow,
“No, you don't, Cathy. You live in a little world where everyone can be forgiven with a snap of their fingers, but that isn’t what reality is like. You relieve the oppressor of guilt when everyone else suffers.”
Catherine rested herself against the backboard as she ran her hands through Kat’s hair.
“Sometimes, it’s easier to forgive.”
“What would you know.” Kat’s voice was toxic, but she soon rephrased the question, “Scratch that, what’d you mean?”
“It helps your soul find peace so you can move on. It’s hard but necessary for both parties.”
“It’s like you forget what she did to us. Do you know how many nights I spent crying about that man, how many nightmares? The trauma I’ve had to work through for my cousin just to reverse it?” Katherine sobbed, “it’s easier for you.”
“Believe me,” Cathy sighed, “I can’t imagine how hard it is for you, but it’s been fucking hard for me.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.” Katherine looked up with curiosity.
“I loved her, I invested everything I had into that relationship, and what I gave I got back. Life was perfect.” Cathy swallowed, “But then everything changed. I woke up one morning, and she’d gone. She didn’t leave a note, and I certainly didn’t get a letter. Everyone was telling me to get over it, but I was in shock. My life turned upside down in 24 hours, and what had once become routine became a distant memory. I swear a part of me thought she was dead when I saw her on the pavement.”
“Is that why you forgave her? Because you missed her?”
“I forgave her because my moments with her were the best. She made me really happy, Kat. Even small moments like the one this morning, she feels like home.” Cathy couldn’t believe what she was saying, “Which is why you can’t tell Jane. You don’t have to forgive her, and I don’t expect that of you. I just need her here, please?”
“You don’t deserve her.”
“I love her. I can’t help that.”
Katherine wiped the tears from her eyes as she thought.
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“Thank you, thank you so much!” Catherine pulled Kat into a hug, relief flooding them both, “And as much as I hate to ask, will you help me smuggle up some food?”
“Only because she’s my cousin,” Katherine spoke into Cathy’s shoulder.
“Thank you. You should head down before Jane gets suspicious.” Cathy wiped Kat’s remaining tears with her thumbs, letting her go to the door.
“Oh, and Cathy?” Kat poked her head around the door, “If we get caught, it’s your funeral.”
Catherine nodded, falling back on the bed whilst, releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding before rejoining Anne.
The 2nd queen was already dressed and relaxing in front of Cathy’s open window, grinning as she felt the cool breeze on her face.
“Kat won’t tell.” Cathy pulled out her clothes for that day.
“That’s a relief. I honestly thought I would be kicked out again.” Anne laughed.
“Can I ask?” Cathy began, pulling up her jeans, “Why didn’t you leave a note when you left?”
“I wanted to. I had one written explaining the details Henry didn’t mention, and I had a separate one for you, but Jane didn’t want anyone reading them. She claimed I tore the family apart and ruined the perfect life she’d created for us. I tried to get through to Anna, but she was with Kat and Jane wouldn’t let me out the kitchen to get my stuff.” Anne turned to the writer, changing the subject when she saw Cathy’s eyes, “Have you been crying?”
“Only a little,” Cathy admitted.
“I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you.” Anne walked towards her ex-girlfriend.
“Save it for the others, yeah?” Cathy took her hands, and Anne nodded solemnly.
Leaving Anne upstairs, Cathy joined the queens sitting together, leaving a space between her and Kat. The energy was relatively calming, but no one missed Kat sneaking food under the table.
“What are you doing that for?” Anna of Cleves gestured to the pancake.
“An ugly looking dog is circling our house so I figured I’d try to lead it away.” Kat half-lied.
“Must be an ugly ass dog if you don’t want to keep it.” Anna quipped much to Jane’s disappointment.
“Oh believe me,” Kat dramatically turned to Cathy, “It is.”
“You are a terrible influence on us all.” Catalina exaggerated.
“Not as bad a Boleyn though! That girl would heelie around the house non stop!”
To Cathy’s surprise, the energy didn’t dull.
“Remember when she broke Jane’s vase?” Kat reminisced.
“I was supposed to sell that on eBay.” Jane’s tone was harsh until her lips curled into a smile, “You have no idea how uncomfortable that was to explain to the buyer.”
Anna stood from the table and to mock Jane's posh London accent, “‘Hello? Yes, this is the Tudor queen Jane Seymour, I’m afraid to inform you that my predecessor, Anne Boleyn, broke your vase.’”
Jane slapped Anna on the hand, “I do not speak like that!”
“Are you kidding? I think Anna’s impression was spot on!” The 1st queen complimented.
“Oh! Remember when Anne spent a week planning that elaborate beach date for Cathy, only for it to rain when they arrived?”
“It didn’t stop her from dragging me into the water, though.” Cathy smiled to herself before standing, “I should head up. I have some writing to finish.”
“Cathy, wait! You should take this,” Kat handed her the pancake, “You didn’t eat much, and you could get hungry.”
“Thanks, Kat.”
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Cathy felt sorry for Anne as she wolfed down the pancake, but all that sorrow evaporated when the Boleyn girl complained about there not being enough Nutella.
“Okay, Cath.” Anne licked her fingers, “I have a plan which might help salvage my bond with Kat.”
“I hate to burst your bubble, but there isn’t much to salvage.”
“So, using the remaining money you gave me on the street, I booked Kat and me in for…” Anne drum-rolled on her lap, which made Cathy chuckle.
The very sound of the writer’s laughter produced so much euphoria that Anne wanted to jump downstairs and announce her presence to the queens before kissing Cathy and dragging her out of the door like something from a movie.
“PLATE-SMASHING!”
“What the hell is plate-smashing?” Cathy giggled.
“It’s where you get three plates to write or draw anything on, then you throw them against the wall and unleash all your pent up emotions!”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Cathy doubted, “Kat has a lot of conflicting emotions which could backfire.”
“I mean, what’s she going to do? Throw a plate at me?”
“Probably. You saw how angry she was this morning. It’s risky.”
“I need a driver.” Anne changed the subject.
“She described you as an ugly-looking dog at breakfast.”
“I need a driver.”
“Annie, I’m happy to drive you. I just don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“Look, I know my cousin better than anyone. I just need you to help me.”
Cathy rubbed her temple,
“Alright, what time is the session?”
“It’s in an hour!” Cathy swore Anne was half puppy. When she smiled, the writer could imagine her tail wagging happily as her ears sat contently on her head, perking up at the thought of making things right again.
“You head out the window and meet me by the car in a few. I’ll get kat.”
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The drive to the smash room was uncomfortable to say the last. There was a dark, eerie fog that lingered over the trio and ceased to dissipate.
Katherine Howard had explained multiple times that she felt uncomfortable and that she was only going along with this ‘plan’ because she was curious.
Anne Boleyn just silently nodded and picked at her fingernails in the back seat.
Catherine Parr internally debated if she was making all the right choices, Anne wasn’t usually one to think through a plan so what if something went wrong and she needed Cathy to get her out. But why should Cathy waste her time on someone like Anne? But what if this plan did work and Anne moved back in and everything returned to normal? Goddammit, she needed to focus on the road.
Deciding not to join in, Cathy left the beheaded cousins stranded outside their destination.
“Temper Tank?” Katherine deadpanned.
“It sounds bad-” Anne began,
Her cousin cut her off, “I dont need some sort of temper therapy. I’m fine how I am.”
“Really? Because it doesn’t seem that way.” Anne snapped, “I’m genuinely trying, Kitty. Just humour me for half an hour!”
“Half an hour is all you get.”
Katherine couldn’t help but be excited at the prospect of spending time with Anne. It didn’t help that she was also extremely curious about the trip despite the many things which could go wrong.
“Hi, welcome to Temper Tank. How can I help you?”
“I have a season with my cousin.”
“Of course! You must be Anne. Let me give you these.” The woman at the front desk handed the cousins two pairs of gloves and three plates each. “What colour sharpies would you like?”
“Green, please.” Anne studied Kat’s face carefully, despite not speaking for months, Anne would always remember her younger cousins’ favourite colour. “And pink.”
“Perfect! Room 206.”
Walking away from the front desk, Katherine finally spoke up.
“I’m surprised you remembered that.”
“Of course I’d remember that! How could I even forget!”
“Yeah, that was pretty stupid of me.”
“I’d see why you’d think that though, come on, let’s smash some plates!”
The cousins walked into a small room with the walls painted black and a single hanging light in the centre. It was separated in half by a thin sheet of glass, facing them was a large target merely hanging above the floor littered with china.
“Who are you adding?” Anne asked like she didn’t already know the answer.
“Henry Mannox, Francis Dereham, Thomas Culpepper, Henry and of course, you.” Anne’s stomach dropped. “But I wouldn’t put you on a plate with that lot. You deserve your own.”
Anne didn’t know if she should like that comment. The whole thought of being one of Kat’s triggers really messed her up. She spent so long trying to help her cousin, but now she just felt like she was putting her under more stress.
“Who’s going on yours?”
Anne broke from her trance, “Henry, Jane, pretty much my whole family other than you and George.”
“Why, Jane?” Katherine littered her plate with sarcastic love hearts.
“She wouldn’t let me tell the truth. She didn’t believe me.”
“Well, what is the truth?”
Anne swallowed. She waited for this moment when someone would finally hear her side of the story. Not even Cathy asked her what really happened.
“Before I could resurrect someone, I was allowed to speak to each soul personally. I used this time to speak to my daughter, apologise to Mary, and introduce myself to Edward and Mae. When it got to Henry, I was conflicted. I wasn’t going to give that scumbag the time of day, so I used the time to process my thoughts. I couldn’t resurrect my daughter and leave the others. Cathy had never even met Mae, and I had to take her history with Elizabeth into account. I could resurrect Edward, but what would Catalina think? Henry knew exactly what I was thinking.”
The truth suddenly dawned on Katherine.
“Two adult souls can split and make four child souls…”
Anne continued, “You can’t just resurrect a person, Kitty. The deceased soul needs help from one of the living, and if Henry was truthful, we could use our combined souls to resurrect all four kids.”
“But you would die?”
“I would be dying to give my daughter a new life. Not to mention the others.” Anne admitted. “Unfortunately, Henry didn’t keep his word, despite being truthful about resurrecting the other kids. When he ran, I came back to the house as soon as I could to explain, but I was in such a panic that-”
“No, I get it.” Kat placed a semi-comforting hand on Anne’s shoulder. “I still think you did a shitty thing, but I understand why you did it.”
Katherine stood and held Anne’s plate in her hands before throwing it at the target and hitting in dead in the centre.
“That’s for running away and living on the street.”
The younger queen then pulled her cousin into a tight hug.
“That’s for coming back.”
“I didn’t really have a choice,” Anne humorously admitted.
“Don’t ruin this moment.”
The sun’s light eventually broke the eerie fog that lingered over the cousins, and Anne ended up taking Kat on an impulse trip to McDonald’s before Cathy picked them up. Even though things weren’t perfect, and Kat didn’t fully forgive her cousin for what she did, she understood why Anne did it and that her original intentions were good.
When they finally arrived home, Katherine and her chicken nuggets exited, leaving Anne and Cathy alone in the front seats.
“How did it go?” The writer turned down the radio, her eyes tracing Anne’s features in the streetlights.
“It went well. I told Kat the truth, and she understood.”
Cathy hesitated, not wanting to overstep, “What is the truth? You mentioned it with Jane and now with Kat. Tell me.”
The survivor touched Anne’s thigh reassuringly, and the Boleyn girl explained everything.
“You were going to give yourself for Mae?” Cathy’s voice cracked.
Anne interlocked their fingers.
“I wanted you to be happy - you have no memory of her.”
“That doesn’t mean you should go around selling your soul! You selfish, selfish girl.” Cathy’s voice laced with compassion, fear and I dare say love as she pressed their foreheads together.
Cathy’s lips brushed against Anne’s and the 2nd queen blushed at the close contact.
“Are you alright?” Anne didn’t know why she whispered.
Catherine was shaking. “I’m just taking some time to process.”
“That makes sense. I think I’m going to give you some time alone.” Anne pulled away and kissed Cathy’s hand, “I’ll be climbing through the window if you need me.”
Once alone, the survivor groaned in frustration. Every time she thought she had something figured out, the universe changes course. She ran her hands through her curly hair and pulled out her notebook. Cathy wouldn’t usually take it everywhere, but it had become an anchor in the recent months and the only real way she could vent about her problems.
‘With Anne, there’s always a spark. Or in my case, a flame. And I guess, where there’s a flame, someone’s bound to get burned. But just because it burns doesn’t mean we’re going to die.’ Cathy paused, unsure of her next sentence, ‘The burn is healing now, so maybe it’s time to try.’
☁️ Not me actually liking the end of this chapter. Anywho, like Anne, I am trying. Comments and kudos are always appreciated! x ☁️
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