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topguncortez · 2 years

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Opposites Attract III- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x shy!wife (mentioned Bradley Bradshaw x Trace!Female) word count: 3.5k synopsis: the Dagger Squadron has become an official squadron at North Island, meaning Hangman and his wife have relocated. pt. I, pt. II masterlist based on this request:

She never wanted to be pregnant in the summer, or at least not heavily pregnant. When Y/N and Hangman talked about kids, all those years ago under the stars on a beach in Pensacola, she told Jake she didn’t want to be pregnant in the summer. She had watched the women in her life deal with uncomfortable times while pregnant in the heat of San Diego. She would be damned if she would be one of them.

Flash Forward five years, as she sat in the cool pool in the backyard of their house. Her belly was on full display as she tried to get some sort of relief from the heat. She tilted her head back, her eyes covered in a pair of Jake’s aviators she had stolen from his car, and felt the unforgiving sun on her skin. It was mid July, and being eight months pregnant was not on her to-do list. And on top of that, she had a rambunctious three year old tearing up their unpacked house.

After the team had successfully completed the mission, they all got permanently relocated to North Island, becoming the Dagger squadron. Y/N was beyond ecstatic at the news of moving back to San Diego, being closer to her family. Jake was already planning on putting in for a transfer after the TopGun mission back to San Diego. While Y/N was sleeping he would be looking at houses. It did make her somewhat emotional to leave the area she had learned to love. The small community that had helped her through hard times while Jake was gone.

“Momma!” Alex said, and Y/N lifted her head up, just in time to see him jump into the pool.

“Wow! Look at you!” Y/N smiled and walked over to him. Alex loved the water and she was happy that Jake had agreed to getting a pool for the summer. It was one of the first things they had got when they moved to the house.

“Sissy in there,” Alex said, putting his small hands on her bump. It always made her heart flutter seeing Alex so enthralled with his unborn sister. Y/N and Jake were a little nervous at first, worried how Alex was going to take not being the only child anymore. But, true to his mother’s nature, he went with it, and was always begging to see the ultrasound pictures of her.

“Yes she is, a couple more weeks and then she’ll be here.”

“She be in my room?”

“No baby, your sister will have your own room,” Y/N ran her hand over his blonde hair, “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

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“God he’s just so damn cute,”

“I know I am.”

“Not you Bagman,” Phoenix said with a roll of her eyes, looking at the pictures Jake was showing them of Alex and Y/N. After the mission, Jake took them on a trip to Washington state. They had fallen in love with the rainy state, being able to explore and hike in the woods, almost completely turned off from cell phones and technology, “How is she doing?”

“Pregnant,” Jake sighed and sat down in his usual spot, up near the front of the room.

“Still?” Rooster asked.

“Very, very pregnant,” Jake answered, “She made me buy a pool last week, claiming ‘the baby needs it’. She told me when we first got together not to knock her up before summer. Only during summer.”

“And clearly, you failed,” Bob added and Hangman rolled his eyes.

The day was long, as the team sat and listened to various briefs about what their squadron was going to be doing. Their next possible mission was a couple months out, and Jake knew that he wasn’t going to be a part of it. He had already talked to Maverick, Jake would do what he could to plan and help train his team for it, but he wasn’t going to fly it. Jake wasn’t going to miss the first months of his child’s life like he did with Alex. Y/N would have Jake’s balls if he did.

At the end of the day, Jake invited the team over for a couple drinks, knowing that they would probably like to see Alex, Y/N and their new house. Y/N had also been asking relentlessly when she was going to be able to see the team again. It had been a long eight months of texts, phone calls and snapchats. Alex would still ask where his ‘Uncle’ Rooster was.

Jake could hear the squeals of his little boy and the yell of his wife’s voice as he stood outside his front door. It brought a smile to his face as he unlocked it, and saw his child run down the hallway with a toy plane in his hand.

“Alex! I’m not telling you again, pick your toys up!” Y/N yelled, waddling into the entryway, her hands on her hips, “Oh! You’re here, now you can parent your son.”

“Why is he always ‘my’ son when he’s not listening?” Jake asked, setting his keys on the hook and slipping his sunglasses off his eyes. He greeted his wife with a kiss, his hands going straight to her bump.

“Cause I listened to my mother,” Y/N smiled, draping her arms around his neck.

“And you’re saying I didn’t?”

“I heard the stories of you knocking over the Christmas tree,” Y/N leaned up and kissed her husband’s nose, then pulled away and made her way towards the kitchen, “I made a grocery run for tonight. I got fruit, veggies, hamburgers, beer-”

“It was just supposed to be a small thing babe,” Jake said, following her into the kitchen. His eyes widened at the sight of grocery bags all over, “Did you do this all yourself? Bring all this in?”

“Well yeah, I wasn’t going to let it spoil.”

“You’re not supposed to be doing this,” Jake sighed, “You’re about to pop, you need to be resting.”

“This is resting!” Y/N said, “I didn’t go on a walk today-”

“You went to the grocery store by yourself and with a three year old.”

“Daddy!” As if on cue, Alex came running in with his f-14 in his hand. Hangman picked him up in his arms, and spun him in a circle, making the little boy burst out in giggles.

“What did you do today?” Jake asked his son.

“Shopping!”

“Did you help your mommy?”

“I felt sissy kick.”

Y/N smiled and rubbed a hand over her bump, feeling her daughter turn. The baby was getting more and more rambunctious as time went on, and Y/N could feel her feet starting to kick her in her rib cage. Based on their last appointment, Baby Girl Seresin was proving to take her time on wanting to come out, still sitting up high and sideways in her mother’s belly. Baby Girl was already taking after her father too, already trying to be the center of attention and she wasn’t even here. There were times where the only thing that would get her to stop kicking her mother’s bladder was Jake talking to her. Jake was already wrapped around her finger.

“It’s cool, right?” Jake asked him, placing a kiss on his cheek before setting him down and going back to touch Y/N’s bump, “Like an alien.”

Y/N scoffed and hit his chest, moving to get the groceries organized before the team came over. Jake changed quickly out of his flight suit and began helping his wife. Slowly the team started showing up, Bob and Phoenix first. Y/N giggled as Phoenix walked into the house and Bob scolded her about knocking first.

“It’s not like they didn’t know we were coming,” Phoenix argued back as they walked into the kitchen, “I thought you said it was just drinks!?”

“It was! I didn’t know she went to the store until I got home,” Jake responded.

“Well if we would’ve known, we could’ve brought something,” Bob said, placing the pack of beers on the counter.

“It’s fine,” Y/N said, walking around from the counter. Phoenix walked right over to her and hugged her the best she could with the growing bump.

“Look at you! Oh my goodness, you look ready to pop!”

“Feels like it too,” Y/N smiled and then greeted Bob.

The house slowly started to fill up with the Dagger Squadron, and Y/N was finding herself uncomfortable by the amount of people in her house. For the past eight months it had just been her, Jake, Alex and their growing baby in her belly. Occasionally her mother would stop over but it wasn’t for very long. Y/N felt even hotter than she had before, and tried to put on a smile, but Jake could clearly see through it.

She was bringing out a bowl of fruit to their outside table that she had set up. Phoenix had helped her but the pregnant woman sent the pilot away to go share drinks and laughs with her friends. Jake watched his wife as she moved things around the table, Alex trying to pull at her arm to get her attention. She sighed, turning towards him and helping him out with whatever he asked for. Y/N handed her son a small bowl of fruit and watched as the little boy went running back to Bob, who was standing by Rooster at the grill.

“You look stressed,” Jake said walking up behind his wife, causing her to jump.

“Not stressed, just. . . uncomfortable? I don’t know, there’s just a lot of people and I feel increasingly huge and-”

“I’ll kick them-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, knowing what he was going to say, “I’m just being the dramatic pregnant woman, it’s fine, they’re fine.”

“You’re nine months pregnant, you are allowed to be dramatic,” Jake said and placed a kiss on her neck. Jake trailed his hands down her belly, trailing down underneath it. Y/N sucked in a breath and leaned back against him, as Jake gently lifted up on her belly. The second Jake had seen the trick on tiktok he was running to find Y/N to try (even though at the time Y/N was only four months along) and ever since whenever he could he would lift up her belly to relieve some of the weight.

“Now that’s the cutest shit i’ve ever seen,” Phoenix said looking over at the two of them. Rooster looked over his shoulder and smiled at the two of them. After their last mission, Rooster and Hangman had become close friends. Rooster would text them or facetime them, he even flew to Lemoore to watch Alex one time. Rooster couldn’t help but be reminded of the sparse memories of his parents while watching Jake and Y/N.

“Yeah, they’re pretty damn cute,” Rooster said, “HEY! TAKE YOUR CUTE SHIT ELSEWHERE THERE’S KIDS AROUND!”

“Screw off!” Hangman yelled back and caused Y/N to giggle. Jake kissed her cheek, “I’m gonna set you back down.” Y/N let out a whine in protest and Jake chuckled, gently setting her belly back down, “Soon, very, very soon.”

“You can carry the next one,” Y/N said and Jake looked at her with wide eyes, “What?”

“You want another one? A-After this one?”

“Well yeah,” Y/N smiled, “I’m pretty sure it was you who said ‘i want enough kids to fill a football team’.”

“I love you,” Jake said, and leaned in to kiss his wife but was cut off by Rooster making gagging sounds.

“Go help the other kids we have,” Y/N smiled and patted Jake’s chest, moving to the side and heading back inside to grab something else.

Three days later, Rooster found himself driving the streets of San Diego at 2 in the morning. He got to their house pretty quickly, being one of the only drivers on the road at the time. He took a deep breath as he parked on the street, making sure to not be in the way of their car. He quickly ran up to the door and Jake opened it before Rooster had the chance to knock.

“Thank you for coming,” Jake rushed out.

“No problem, anything I can help with?” Rooster asked, walking into the house. Jake disappeared back down the hallway towards his shared bedroom.

“No,” Y/N said as she let out a breath, clutching the back of the couch, “Alex is still asleep, he sleeps until about eight in the morning, for breakfast there are frozen waffles in the freezer, I think we’ll be home by lunch-”

“You think?” Jake said, rushing back into the living room with two bags in his hands and out the front door.

“Alex came quickly and, oh Jesus,” Her speech was cut off by another contraction. Bradley’s eyes widened as he saw Y/N’s belly tighten underneath the tank top she was wearing. He quickly walked over to her, and placed a comforting hand on her back. Y/N released a breath as the contraction subsided and she looked up at him, “I’m pretty sure we’ll be back by lunch, if not he can have pizza rolls or a PB&J, no strawberry jelly! He’s allergic. Jake! Did you call my mom!”

“Yeah! And Phoenix!” Hangman called back as he walked back through the open front door, “Your water hasn’t even broken yet, Alex’s water broke when we went to the hospital.”

“Yeah, and he came an hour after that cause I contracted at home,” Y/N said, “Now come on, I’m not too keen on having a baby on my brand new hardwood floors.”

“It’d break in the new house,” Rooster said and Y/N rolled her eyes. Bradley helped Y/N walk to her car as Jake waited there with the door open. Once she was situated in the car, Bradley shut the door, “Well I would say have fun but I'm guessing it won’t be.”

“Not in the slightest,” Y/N said. Bradley smiled and leaned in to give her a hug and kissed her cheek. He then moved and hugged Jake, “We’ll call you when you can bring him up.”

“Sounds good, good luck,” Rooster smiled and stood in the driveway watching as the couple drove to the hospital to bring their new baby into the world.

It was closer to dinner time when Bradley had gotten the call from Phoenix that the Seresins wanted him to bring their now oldest child to the hospital. Bradley had spent the day watching cartoons, going to the beach, spending lunch with Maverick and Penny, and taking a nap. Every so often Alex would ask if his sister was here yet and Bradley kept checking his phone all day waiting for the moment he could tell him yes.

Bradley walked down the brightly lit hallways with Alex’s small hand in his. Alex clutched a teddy bear in his free hand (he insisted on bringing it to give to his sister). Bradley stopped outside of the correct room number and kneeled down in front of Alex.

“Alright, you look good,” Bradley said and fixed the blue patterned button up he put Alex in, “Hair looks good, shoes are cleaned, brush your teeth?”

“Yes!” Alex nodded.

“Good shit,” Bradley smiled, “Remember what we talked about in the car?” Alex nodded, “Your mommy is going to be very tired, and really sore. You have to be quiet, okay, your sister is probably going to be sleeping a lot at first.”

“Will she like me?”

“Yeah,” Bradley said, “You’re going to be the best big brother ever, I know you will.”

Alex launched himself at Bradley, hugging him tightly. Bradley grunted at the weight of the small boy hitting him, “I love you uncle Rooster.”

“I love you too, kid,” Bradley kissed his forehead, “Now come on.”

Bradley stood up and knocked on the door, hearing a faint invite to come in. The second the Seresins saw their little boy, both their faces lit up. Alex grabbed Bradley’s hand feeling a bit nervous. Bradley gave Alex’s small hand a comforting squeez and Jake climbed off the bed and walked towards him.

“Daddy!” Alex said, and Jake picked his son up.

“Hey,” Jake said, and kissed his cheek, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Alex said and leaned his head on his father’s shoulder, “Sissy?”

“Right here,” Y/N said and Jake turned around so Alex could see his little sister, “Hey Rooster.”

“Hey, congrats,” Rooster said, “I’m gonna step out, go annoy Phoenix for a bit.”

“We gotta stay the night, doctor's orders, so we’ll have you take him back if it’s okay?” Jake asked.

“Totally,” Bradley nodded, before leaving the room.

Jake sat down in a chair next to his wife’s hospital bed and let Alex look at his baby sister. Y/N carefully moved over and made room for Alex to climb up on the bed. The little boy sat next to his mother as she very carefully put the baby in his arms. Alex’s green eyes were wide with fascination as he looked at her. Even compared to Alex, Ella was small. Jake snapped all the pictures he possibly could of the three of them cuddled into bed together. Jake was all smiles and loved being with his family.

It was just nine months ago he thought he would never be able to see this moment ever. The night he had come home to see his wife asleep, dried tear streaks on her face and the open manila envelope on the bedside table. The Uranium Plant mission was the mission that almost took more than just Jake’s life, but Maverick’s and Rooster’s. Even though it had only been a short amount of time, both Rooster and Maverick had become important parts of Alex and Y/N’s life, it would have been devastating to lose all three of them in one go. For a moment, Y/N thought she would be doing this alone, bringing another Seresin child into the world by herself, but the second Jake had woken her up and held her in his arms, all doubt fell away.

Rooster sat down next to Phoenix in the waiting room, and she smiled at him. She looked tired, having been at the hospital since last night when Y/N and Jake first got here. Phoenix and Y/N had quickly become best friends, so it was a no-brainer that Phoenix would be there when she gave birth to Ella.

“You see the baby?” Phoenix asked him.

“A glimpse,” Rooster sighed, “I let them have a moment after I dropped Alex off.”

Phoenix looked at her friend, and knew there was something else he wanted to say. His body language said more than what he was actually saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Bradley said, and felt his throat close with tears, “I remember when I was about four maybe, before my dad died, I heard my parents talking about having another kid. My mom said, I would’ve been the best big brother. I wonder if my dad lived, if they would’ve had another.”

“Rooster-”

“Hangman’s lucky he found his one,” Bradley looked down at his hands, “Think I’ve missed mine.”

“What about Dragon?”

“Your sister?”

Phoenix sighed, “As much as I despise it. . . I can see the way you look at her. And she’s annoying, but maybe there’s something more than just looking across the tarmac.”

Bradley opened his mouth to rebuttal but was cut off by Hangman calling his name. Hangman gave Phoenix a nod, and she smiled, patting Rooster’s arm as he stood up and walked towards him. They walked back down to their room. Y/N smiled up at them as they walked in. Jake clapped his hand down on his friend’s shoulder as he walked over to his wife.

“Wanna hold her?” Y/N asked Bradley.

“Yeah,” He nodded, “I don’t really know how-”

Jake took his daughter from his wife and walked over to Bradley. The aviator held his arms out as Jake carefully put the baby in his arms, explaining to support her head and her bottom. Rooster held her against his body and smiled at the baby in his arms.

“How does it feel to hold your goddaughter?” Jake asked him.

“My what-”

“Alex already calls you ‘Uncle Rooster’, so we thought why not make it official,” Y/N shrugged, “Only if you-”

“Yes!” Bradley said, cutting her off. Y/N giggled and leaned against her husband, watching Bradley hold their daughter. For once, Bradley felt like he belonged to a family. He wondered, is that what Maverick felt, all those years ago, watching Goose and Carole with Bradley? For years, Bradley had been searching for a family, finding love in the wrong places, having his heart broken repeatedly, but now he finally had it. Bradley cleared his throat, feeling tears in his eyes as he looked at his family.

“Hey kid, I’m your uncle Rooster,”

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johnny-slaughter-me · 9 months

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— “ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Gender -Neutral Reader.

Drabble. In which Johnny takes a trip to the city and brings you back a lil something to make you happy.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw. Canon gore and cannibalism mentioned.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

"No" Nancy said, Johnny took a breath and collected his thoughts once again. He had expected his mother to be against the idea of him taking you with him to the city, but with all his love to her, he new that leaving you alone with her was a bad idea. "Then I'm leaving them with Sissy until I'm back." "Do you not trust me?" Nancy said harshly, "no, not really." Johnny replied. "I love you ma, but you don't really like them and I do if I come back and they turned into dinner I'll loose it, do you want me to suffer ma? After everything I've done for the fam?" He asked Nancy, in a cold tone, looking her straight in the eyes. "Fine, leave them with Sissy. If they are truly that important to you." Nancy and Johnny finally come to an agreement.

"Hey there, cutie." Johnny tells you, "hey" you shyly reply. It was when you and your friend came looking for Maria, Ana's sister who had gone missing. Loosing your fate in the authorities you decided to make your own search party. Unfortunately your friends, Connie, Leland, Julie, Ana, and Sonny all met the same fate as Maria. But Johnny felt something when he first saw you tied up in the basement. He took you to his shed, when you woke up he started talking to you, conversations he never could share with the family. You were refreshing for him. "Now if you don't wanna end up served next to mash potatoes like your friends, I suggest you listen to me." Johnny told you, and you have been part of the family since. Nancy still being the coldest one towards you, but you were just grateful to be alive. But now Johnny, the one you had grown close to, and despite the fact he was basically your kidnapper he was also the one protecting you, from Nancy mostly. Now he told you he had to go to the city, and he had to leave you, "What if your mom tries to kill me?" You asked Johnny, "don't worry cutie, im leaving you with Sissy, and Drayton and Nubbins will also protect you. And ya know, Bubba will do his best to not scare ya." Johnny reassured, but then continued "say, didn't ya tell me that time we clean the shed that what ya missed most was cherry soda?" In disbelief, your eyes grew bigger and you just stared at Johnny for a moment, then you came back to your senses and said "yeah, I didn't expect you to remember, its such a mild detail." "Well, cutie pie, how 'bout this? You behave and when I come back you'll have a lil treat, on me."

It's been a few days since Johnny left, and his family took care of you, even Nancy tried not to scare you since she knew how much you meant to her boy. Just before dinner Johnny pulled back to the house, everyone rushed to say hello, and unload all of the goods he had brought with him. Whilst the family started walking toward the house you and Johnny stood by the back of his truck. "I've missed ya, cutie. Glad to see no one hurt you." "Oh Johnny you won't believe it, but mom even told me good morning once!" You shared with excitement. "Glad to hear. Now wait here I got ya a lil somethin'." And just as he promised you, Johnny came back with a 12 pack of cherry soda.

#Cherry Writes 🍒#Johnny Slaughter #Johnny Slaughter x Reader #Johnny Slaughter x GN Reader

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petrichorgore · 6 months

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The Girl at the Party...

#art #horror #horror art #digital art #digital #sissy slaughter #julie crawford #sissy x julie #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm julie #julie tcm #sissy tcm #tcm sissy

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adaptacy · 7 months

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30 second edits pt.2

#tcm game #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter #leland mckinney #julie crawford #connie taylor #ana flores #sissy sawyer #sissy slaughter #sonny williams #tcm meme #texas chainsaw massacre meme #texas chainsaw massacre game #ana flores x leland mckinney #lelana

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lavishl0ve · 8 months

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🩸Johhny Slaughter x Fem Reader🩸 (Part 2)

Part 2 continuation of my Part 1 Reader, I plan to make many more of these (which can also be read as a stand alone) but I heavily suggest reading the parts before these since I do reference some connections within previous parts! Again, these are my first fics and i’m not like an english major or whateva so i apologize if it isn’t perfect. Thank you and enjoy 🤩 (First part is on my page :)

Part 2: Scars

My dreams only remind me of the terror I wished to avoid. Ana screams echo throughout my head. I should have helped her, sacrificed myself. Maybe she could have been the one to escape. I curl into myself sitting on the rough mattress waiting, and waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not sure. May death have mercy and greet me with a cold kiss in my sleep. But death is late. I’ve lost count on how many days it's been, weeks? Each day that Johnny man swaps out my bandage, sometimes we exchange a few words but our encounters are usually in silence. With each encounter I grow with worry. Once the infection leaves my ankle is that when he’ll murder me? Oh god. Will I take Julie’s place on that meat hook..? I can’t think about it. I feel sick. Scratching interrupts my thoughts. That notifying sound of someone entering the basement, is it bad I was hoping it was Johnny? He was the only family member presenting some type of remorse or maybe it was just his job to make sure their food isn’t contaminated. Their. Food. I shake the thought. Sissy treds over and suddenly I'm disappointed. Better her than that cook though, last time he brought me food he spat in it. Safe to say I didn’t eat it. Not that the food is good anyways. She slides the plate under the small gap the bars have.

“Here Sugar.”

I look up at her giving her a small nod. Maybe I would have smiled if it wasn’t the same stew as always. But it’s better than starving…right? She stands for a moment watching me and sits down. I stare reluctantly at her.

“Go on, you’ll like it today. I made it.” She giggled.

Scooting forward I grasp the plate. It’s hot today. I take a small portion of the meat and take a bite. I chew once then twice. It’s incredibly tough, I let it linger in the back of my mouth acting like I swallowed it. She laughs again.

“How’s that red headed friend of yours taste?”

She mocks me poiking her razor blade through the bar so that it's mere inches from my face. I spit the chewed meat at her,

“You fucking monster!” I yell and I throw my plate at her.

shards of porcelain shatter on the floor from the impact, a few shards cutting her stew stained face.

She grabs my shirt through the bar hitting my head against the iron bars

“You fuckin’ bitch.” She screams, shaking me against the bars.

She takes her razor blade and slices right underneath my left eye.

“Eye for a fuckin’ eye.” she scowls, “Next time it’ll be more than that.”

She throws me on the ground, some of the chipped porcelain pieces cutting my legs. She leaves. I occupy my time picking the shards out of my legs.

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I wake up to the thud of his boots approaching. Death had not visited me tonight. Unless Johnny is death. I see him walk towards the cell looking at the shards on the ground. He groans. Maybe he knows what happened. Entering, I face toward the opposite wall hiding the cut Sissy had given me. Maybe I'll just let this one get infected and die. He sits on the mattress right next to me removing the same compact tin and gauze again. I refuse to face him. He takes my ankle and unwraps the gauze himself.

“It’s better.” He remarks.

He goes through the daily process , applying the topical cream, then wrapping it up. He sighs.

“You’se alright sweetheart?” He questions.

“Don’t let er’ scare you.” He glances over left toward my face.

He saw the dried blood that had ran along my cheek. He grabs my chin with two fingers and turns my head to see the cut better.

“Fuckin’ Sissy.” He hissed through his teeth.

Johnny rose and stomped out the basement without another word. You didn’t hear the scratch of the door close though. Maybe this is my time to escape! But how the hell will I get out? I reach outside the bars fumbling with the lock. Impossible without a key… or a bobby pin. Digging into your messy hair hoping to find a remaining pin you used the day you guys got caught. It took some time but it was there. I unfold the bobby pin and inserting it into the lock trying to hear those “clicks” Connie talks about. I was never as good as Connie, although she tried to teach me, I had always got frustrated. I twist around the pin, unable to hear the noise. I click my tongue in frustration. I try to remove the pin, trying to restart. It snaps. Fuck. You throw the pin on the ground and sit back against the cold wall.

Johnny yells, “The hell you do to er’ Sissy?”

“She jus’ needed a lil’ lesson Johnny.” She replies, “Was actin’ like a bitch.”

Some words were muffled, at the end of their argument Johnny's words were loud enough to echo throughout the whole house.

“Don’t cha’ go on touchin’ my fuckin’ things Sissy!” he yells, “Or ya’ gonna get it worse than er’.”

You hear a door slam.

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The next morning you awaken to Johnny banging on the cell.

“Wake up.”

I rub my eyes, vision coming into view. Johnny unlocks the cell and grabs your wrist.

“Cmon’.”

“What- where are we going?” you ask.

You’ve never been out of the cell. Is this the end of your demise? Johnny clecthes some sort of emerald green fabric in his left hand. He leads you throughout the house towards the back walking through the kitchen, the sink stained red at the glance you get. We step outside, it’s still dark out, my bare feet touch the grass and I breathe in the fresh air. Finally, a nice change. He leads you toward the same shed which you first encountered him in. Pulling the switch on to turn on the lights you make out the space. Some kinda workshop of his I assume. He walks you through the side door which opens toward the back. He shoves a hose into your hand.

“Clean yourself off.”

Stunned you just stare at him, you can’t see much since the darkness covers his face. You wait.

“You gonna turn around…?” I ask uncomfortably.

“I gotta make sure you don’t run away sweetheart.”

You feel your cheeks blush, but you can’t resist a shower. (A somewhat shower). You walk a few steps from him. Facing away, you take off your shirt, then your underwear. Since you can’t see him he surely can’t see you right? At least that’s what you tell yourself. You turn the knob right and the cold water splashes immediately at your feet. You whince at the sudden shock, Johhny laughs under his breath.

“It ain’t gettin’ any hotter, make it quick.”

I suck it up and point the hose over my head dousing my hair, I bite the inside of you cheek. The water runs down my spine. I coat my hair, wash the dried blood off my cheek, thighs and scrap the stew remanents off on hands. Wow how I miss warm showers. I look back towards johnny he leans against the barn, cigarette in mouth, he glances back over like he knew I was watching him. I turned around finishing my “shower”. As I turned the knob off I hear johnny shift off the shed wall.

“ ere’.” He say’s cigarette in mouth.

He throws me the emerald cloth he’s been holding. I unfold it revealing some short dress. Probably Sissy’s. I pull the fabric over my head, then squeeze out the excess water in my hair. I walk back towards Johnny.

“So,” I pause, “Back to the cellar now?” I shrug.

“Naw’.” He throws the cigarette to the ground grinding it with his boot.

I’m taken aback as he walks away, I assume he intends I follow him. I quicken my steps with little hops and skips, the dirt collecting on my wet feet.

“Where we going?” I ask quickening my pace trying to catch up with him.

Johnnys strides are long, almost double mine. I skip every now and then just to catch up. He stays silent to my question. As we approach some junkyard filled a bunch of old rusted cars Johnny strides over to the back of an truck and puts down the cargo-bed hopping on the edge as he pulls out another cigarette. I stand there, what do I do? I take a moment then just decide to do the same, dangling my feet as he stares . He offers me the box,

“Oh no, I don’t-“

He nods and snatches the box away back into his pocket. The sun rises over the horizon painting his face a lovely orange and golden color. I study Johnny more in depth, his dark eyes stare into the sunset. Wow. Am I crazy? Or is he strangely attractive. A piece of his slicked hair falls in front of his face as he leans down towards his red lighter igniting his cigarette. His nose is so perfectly straight, jaw, hand sculpted. No Y/N stop. This is insane. I avert my attention towards the sunset hoping it’d change my thoughts but it can’t. I can feel him staring at me. He drops his head back down holding his cigarette between his legs as his forearms rest on his thighs. His forearms. I glance at them. Scar-covered. I decide to break the silence.

“How’d you get those?”

He scoffs, “Which ones?”

“These.” I trace the scars on his upper bicep.

“Barfight.” he mutters puffing his smoke again.

“Well… you’d win?”

He scoffs, “I always~ win Darlin’.”

The way he dragged out his S sent me into spiral. What is wrong with me?

“What about this?” I ask pointing to his left hand.

“Nubbins. He’d always set up traps when we ‘er kids.” He pauses, “Left a pretty good god damn mark.”

I nod agreeing with him.

“I’d suppose yours will leave more though’.” He winks and nods toward my ankle.

I purse my lips together.

“How about this one?” I ask moving his strand of hair, hinting at the scar going down his eye.

His eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t answer. Serious subject. We sit there for a minute.

“My Maw’…”

We stare at each other for a moment. His puffs the cigarette again, jumping off the cargo-bed. Did I fuck this up?

“We outta go back inside before they know I brought chu’ out.”

I jump down, “Back to the cellar?” I sigh.

A simple Mhmm rumbles between his lips. I look back towards the sunrise soaking up each ounce I could receive. Who knows if this is my last time seeing the sun, let alone the sun rise. But in the end, I guess beautiful things aren’t meant to last.

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red phone [2.]

Wally x reader?

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warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? more fanfic than x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“Augh Jimmy, come on buddy! Be good for sissy!” I plead for my brother who was crying nonstop, I pat his back gently but firm as I bounce up and down slightly trying to rock him to sleep.

“Ooh the poor little thing is he still crying?” Grandma asks I sigh and nod looking up at her, grey hair up behind a shower cap so she almost looked bald. Her ears were hidden behind it, but I could still see her earrings through it.

“Why don’t you put a show on! I have Vhs tapes in a box with old tv shows! He might just need something to relax”

“Thanks grandma!”

“No problem I’ll be off taking my bubble bath!” she calls out, I wince as my little brother grabs my ear and screams in it louder as if I couldn’t hear him any clearer than before. I sit him down on Grandma’s old creamy love seat couch propping him up so he doesn’t fall and shove a pacifier in his mouth. Making his cries just a little less annoying, crawling over to grandma’s Vhs player I look in the cabinets to try and find something that still had colour or better yet something appropriate for him. I sigh finding absolutely nothing that would entertain my brother. I crouch down even more to see if any Vhs tapes had fallen out and one did! BINGO! It had a box and everything so I could read what it was about as well!

I reach in to grab it, but my arms were too short. Honestly how deep was this cabinet? Grabbing a broom, I sweep it out myself and their it was. A puppet with an Elvis Presley hair style, he sat on a colourfully painted rock and honestly, I liked his style and character design. There were flowers behind him brightly painted and a house with eyes. The front cover had the word ‘Welcome Home’ which was a little creepy but over all alright considering the times. It reminded me of the Muppets or sesame street. Turning it over and a description of the show and it’s cast as shown on the back.

“Welcome home. Welcome home is a show following the protagonist Wally as he and his friends, Frank Frankly, Julie Joyful, Poppy Partridge , Sally Starlet, Eddie Dear, Howdy Pillar, Barnaby B. Beagle and Wally darling sentient house?” I ask turning to my brother who was still crying as if he was actually listening to me reading the prologue out loud.

“As they go out on adventure’s learn new lessons and enjoy their time in the happy and welcoming neighbourhood. Seems good enough to me” I take the tape out, and place it in. I turn on the tv and to my surprise it had colour. I sat on the couch and put Jim on my lap and bounce him making his voice shake as he walked.

“Come on let’s watch welcome home! This show hopefully will turn that frown upside down and make you sleepy!” I say to him as if he could understand a single word I just said, the show starts with the Wally character with a newspaper reading it. Honestly, I didn’t mind it myself, and Jim almost completely stopped crying as soon as he saw Wally. I have to say though Frankly frank looked familiar for some reason, but otherwise if I was being honest, I would probably watch the show with out Jim here. I loved Wally’s calm but cheerful attitude, he would tease his friends a little but over all was supportive of them. Frank and Julie would have to be my favoured pair though. They seemed to be the best of friend’s even though they were basically complete opposites in personality, I couldn’t help but laugh at their banter. We also got to meet Sally who was pretty cool too, My brother how ever seemed to just be in love with Wally and home! And when the eposide was done he clapped his hands for more happily.

“Oh my! where did you find that old thing?!” Grandma asks in her night gown walking down the stairs, she sounded angry and shocked.

“At the back of the cabinet! It’s quite a fun show Jim adores it!” I explain though she seems nervous for some reason.

“ooh I though I thought that out along time ago, it best be time for Jim to go to bed now, and you should get ready for bed soon as well! Don’t want to stay up too late!” grandma says turning off the tv by the cord, which was odd because the remote was right next to her. Jim was giggly though and when grandma went to pick him up, he was still giggly.

“alright good night grandma!” I say as the old woman walks up stairs carefully, I sigh pulling out my phone and texting my friend.

I have known Safa ever since we were kids, she was short plumb and had the most beautiful black hair I had ever seen, not to mention the perfect tans she would get at the beach when ever her family went . she was tech savvy way better than I was and able to find someone in just a couple of hours, which was useful but also scary. I get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen grabbing some ice cream, I make sure to put a massive spoon full of milo, sit at the table and set up my phone and watch my favioute youtuber while eating. Hours go by, with me just scrolling through my phone and talking to Safa about the stupidest shit, that was until I heard the creek of the door.

Once I decided enough was enough, I put my bowl in the sink and go up stairs quickly taking a shower and brush my teeth, drying myself off with one of grandma’s old towels felt scratchy on my skin. I should of brought my own towel, oh well too late now plus I’ll be back home in a couple of days and can deal with it for another day or two. Maybe.

Once I got dress in my pure cotton Pj’s I walk over to my double bed and faceplant. I spread my limps like a star fish taking a deep breath I try to relax my body. Closing my eyes, I wrap myself in a cocoon the tightness of my blanket comforts me as I fell asleep

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We have Connie x Johnny and Leland x Johnny...but what about Sissy x Julie or Connie?? I hope to see art of them soon. 🙄

I adore Jeland too🩷

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devilwearingdior · 8 months

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Chapter One ~Bad Decisions~

18+!

This fic contains: Violence, Alcohol, Nicotine, Cursing, SA.

(And possibly smut in the future chapters.)

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains struggles and problems that might hit close to home… Don’t worry it won’t be all gloom and darkness though 😉

August 19th Sunday, 1973.

I sigh and breath in the Texan air. I had been bored out of my mind, and my roommate was busy, so out of an impulse, I’d decided to go for a drink or two close to the college campus pub. I was gathering my courage to enter. Don’t be a wuss Olivia, i tell myself as i watch people enter the pub happily. There were a bunch of people outside smoking cigarettes and chatting away with each other, and here I was all alone.

After a while, I decided to just enter. I’m met with a sound of music coming from the speakers— A rock song playing I don’t recognise. I head to the bar counter, and a friendly-looking bartender greets me.

“What would you like, young lady?” The bartender asked me, smiling. She had blonde hair that was tied up in a bun.

“A draft beer, thanks," I reply politely, smiling. She asks for my ID and nods satisfied, pouring me a glass of beer and then handing it over. I moved to a secluded corner.

I was content with just people watching for tonight; anything was better than just sitting in my dorm room and dying out of boredom.

I sit down on the bar chair and sip on my beer; it had a pleasant, mild taste for a beer. The pub had people of all ages in it; most were men watching a football game that was playing on TV. The steady sound of the TV and music was broken when a group of guys entered the pub; judging by their varsity jackets, they were college football players. I recognised the logo on their jackets as the same that my college had. It was a bull with devil horns, and their jackets were red and white. They get seats close to my table, and I can’t help but overhear them talk.

“Someone should burn that shithole down already; there's nothing good about it except housing those freaks." One of the boys exclaimed, and his friends agreed with him.

“If we are lucky, someone does it, and that creepy family will be inside it once it happens." Another one, a blonde guy with light blue eyes, now speaks up.

“I wonder why they stay so isolated; I don’t think they ever leave that property of theirs.” The blonde guy continues, a clear disdain in his voice.

“I saw one of them a few days ago by the gas station, a freaky girl; she was humming some weird ass song." A black-haired boy responds, and I notice him shuddering as he recalls the memory.

I didn’t even realise how intently I was listening to their conversation as I jumped back a bit, startled, as the blonde guy called out to me; I hadn’t even noticed that he had been looking at me.

“Hey, you’re pretty cute. What are you doing here by yourself?” Now all of the guys are looking at me, some of them raising their eyebrows as they wait for me to respond to the blonde guy.

“Uh, I was just waiting for a friend,” I reply lying, cringing to myself; no way was I admitting that I was all alone in this pub all night to these guys.

"You don't have a boyfriend, do you?” The blonde boy speaks up again. “Come on, what’s your name? We can get to know each other. My name’s Kyle,” he continues.

“My name is Olivia, and, uh, no, I don't." I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to admit to these guys that I was single, but it was too late now anyway. Kyle grins when he hears my reply and pulls a chair from a table next to theirs, motioning for me to sit next to him. Without much thought, I joined the group of guys; the beer was making me braver. I sit down, and the other guys introduce themselves as Nate; he was blonde too, but he looked a bit older than Kyle. Next to Nate was the black-haired boy, who introduced himself as Josh. Next to Josh was a brown-haired boy named Alex, and the last boy introduced himself as Matt. He was light brown-haired and looked like he was a bit younger than the rest of the group.

"Olivia, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Kyle says, leaning a bit into me as he drinks his beer. He had a constant cocky smirk on his face, and as I looked around at the group of boys, I noticed that none of them looked particularly friendly; I was second-guessing my choice of joining them.

“Nice to meet you too; do you guys by any chance go to the Newt University close by?” I ask as I take a huge gulp of the beer, and the boys nod as a yes. Some of them were flashing their varsity jackets and grinning, telling me that they play on the school football team.

“You go there too? I haven’t seen you there before; you must be new. There’s no way I would have missed a face like yours." Kyle says with a flirty tone and some of his friends have a dumb-looking smirk plastered on their faces.

“Ah yeah, I just transferred here; I’m going to start my third year tomorrow, actually,” I reply. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my thigh. I look down and notice that it’s Kyle’s. I shift uncomfortably away from his hand. He looks at me and smirks but doesn’t say anything.

“Nice, it will be good to see you around,” Nate says with a chuckle, and the rest of the jocks nod their heads in agreement. I’m about to take a sip of my beer when I feel Kyle move his arm around my shoulder, and he speaks up.

“When is your friend showing up? They better hurry if they don’t want us to take you with us for drinks to the dorm."His friends chuckle at his comment, and I feel a shiver go through my body. Before I can reply, Kyle continues.

“So when can I take you out for a date? You didn’t have a boyfriend, right? No better way to get to know a new school and town,” he says with an overly sweet voice. I push his arm away from my shoulder and stand up.

“I have to think about that offer; now I gotta excuse myself; nature calls,” I say, and I don’t wait for their response as I head over to the girls bathroom.

“We’ll be here; don’t keep us waiting for too long!” Nate yells after me. I enter the bathroom and go to the sink, leaning my hands on it, and take a couple of deep breaths. I was in a public place. I was safe; if things got too uncomfortable, I could always come up with an escape plan. I stood there for a while, collecting myself and fixing my makeup. I was starting to feel a bit tipsy. After a while, I decide that I should get out and not hide in the bathrooms. I walk out and notice that the group of boys have moved to the pool table and are playing. I try to walk past them, hoping that they won’t notice me, but it’s all in vain. The brown-haired boy named Alex nudges Kyle. “There’s your new girlfriend! She took her sweet time.” He comments playfully, making Kyle look up at me. He smirks and once again motions for me to join them, but I wave him off. “I need to go and buy a drink!” I make up an excuse, but he walks after me to the counter.

“You don’t need to get it alone; I’ll pay. I just want to spend some time with you,” he says to me while leaning closer, our arms now touching as both of us lean against the bar counter.

“And then later you need to dance with me,” he adds with a wink.

“I can buy my own drink, thanks," I reply, but keep my voice light, trying not to sound rude.

“Oh c’mon! I’m not letting you do that; I don’t know why girls always insist on buying their own drinks. You’ll make me feel bad." He says with a fake pout, I roll my eyes lightly mustering up a smile.

“Fine. You can buy me a drink if you insist." I give in. Kyle smiles in victory and orders both himself and me drinks, then leads me, with his arm around me, back to his friends by the pool table. The rest of the night goes by with me mostly listening to Kyle and his friends joke around while playing; their jokes become more obnoxious and offensive. I try to tolerate it, as I get the increasing feeling that Kyle wouldn’t take well to rejection. After a while, Kyle turns to me, visibly more intoxicated.

“So, about that dance you promised me,” he says, and before I can respond, he’s pulled me closer to the speaker and is now holding me in his arms, moving me to the rhythm. It’s a slower song, and he spins me around, trying to make it seem romantic, but I feel like a trapped animal in his arms. As the song goes on, I feel his hand moving slowly towards my butt, and I pull his hand back up quickly. He lets out a low chuckle.

"Oh, don’t be like that, Olivia; let’s have some fun tonight,” he says, and he starts lowering his hand again, this time with more force.

“Stop it!” I say as I try to push him away, with no use as he is clearly stronger.

“Don’t be so uptight, Olivia; I'm just trying to get to know you,” he responds, sounding amused. He now unashamedly moves both hands onto my butt, and I try to push him away again.

“Kyle, seriously, stop it!” I am starting to panic a bit.

“Don’t be such a mood killer; I’m not harming you." He whispers into my ear. Before I can respond or do anything else, I feel a pair of even stronger arms pulling me away from Kyle, and a tall man steps in between us. I can’t see his face as he has his back turned to me as he speaks to Kyle.

“You jocks are just little shits, aren’t you? I believe this lady said to stop it.” The guy exclaims, and I see a flash of annoyance on Kyle's face as he scoffs.

“She’s just playing hard to get; she was into it. She didn’t really want me to stop it.” Kyle retorts angrily, and then a wave of recognition goes through his face as he looks at the guy and laughs.

“Oh shit! You’re one of the freaks; you’re Johnny Sawyer, aren’t you?" This comment gets the attention of Kyle's friend group, and they all move to his side.

“So you freaks do come out of your shithole! Who would have known?” Kyle continues, his friends laughing. I noticed the guy named Johnny tense up, and it was like I could feel an aura coming from him, one that seemed to shout: Do not mess with me. He was outnumbered greatly, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he moved closer to Kyle as if he were about to punch him. Kyle didn’t move, and now that they were face-to-face, the tension was thick in the air.

“What are you going to do, Sawyer? You want to fight?” Kyle snarls, his friends clearly ready to back him up. Johnny doesn’t say anything, but I could see his fists curl up, and he seemed like all his muscles were tensed up. I look around and notice that now everyone else in the pub is watching the situation unfold, and my slightly tipsy mind decides that now is the moment to dip out.

Kyle nor his friends pay any attention to me as I leave the pub, the cool air hitting my face. I couldn’t afford to get into trouble already; I hadn’t even started school yet! I look back once and hope that the guy named Johnny will be smart enough to back off; he couldn’t possibly fight all those guys alone. I was secretly grateful to him that he’d come up and interrupted Kyle's attempts, and a part of me felt guilty for leaving him there to defend himself because of that. I walked quickly along the pathway; the tall trees swaying lightly with the cool wind What the hell happened there?? I thought to myself as I could see the campus grounds getting closer to my relief.

As I enter the campus grounds I feel my feet start to move faster towards my dormitory building as if on their own accord, opening the heavy door I feel the welcoming warmth of the dormitory hallway and sigh in relief. 302, my room. My roommate Amber hadn’t come back yet judging based on her neatly made bed, I get inside and turn on the lights, there was still plenty of boxes around my bed since I hadn’t gotten around to unpack. I grab my t shirt and shorts and change into them; after that I head into the bathroom to remove my makeup and brush my teeth. I get back to my room and sit on the bed. This wasn’t a promising start for my school year at all; what had I gotten myself into?

I checked the time; it’s already 12 a.m. I should get to bed and at least try to sleep… I felt restless as the nights events kept replaying in my head, but as soon as I lay my head on my pillow i feel myself drifting off to sleep, lulling me into safety and security. Little did I know this was only the beginning for everything…

Authors notes: Stay patient; I promise the familiar characters will make more appearances already in the next chapter! Feedback is always welcomed :) I will try and post two chapters per week; Monday/Tuesday and Friday. Thank you for reading ❤️

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