#please welcome grace fleming

[softspeirs]

These Heartbeats Clear (1): Rosie Rosenthal x OC

A/N: Rosie/OC… literally couldn’t resist. I was torn between this OC and a Red Cross OC from the flak house, but I think I wanted someone who would see him during all the hard parts, not just for a week when he’s Suffering. Spoilers for eps 5 and 6 of MoTA. These Heartbeats Clear Masterlist

one - adjustment period.

Grace watches warily as the crew approaches on the jeep - she’s not sure what she expected… for them to be jubilant and laughing, looking refreshed and ready for action? Nervous, scared, resigned… some combination of the two?

Her eyes land on Rosie, as they’re prone to do. He seems calm. That’s not a surprise, but the glimpse of something — fear? hesitation? — in his eyes is.

Helen, standing on her left, shifts her weight, her posture the picture of worry and sadness.

“Try to pull yourself upright,” Grace says quietly.

"I'm trying--" Helen says, her voice dull. To her credit, she flashes a smile as the guys get closer, her frown softening.

"Ladies," Rosie says, fingers on the brim of his hat. "What's the welcome wagon for?"

"Coffee." Helen says, "Just brewed."

He smiles thankfully at her, but his eyes go back to Grace's. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, Lieutenant Fleming--"

"Bearer of semi-bad news, I'm afraid." Grace says, ignoring the way her heart picks up a little at his half smile. She rushes to finish before she can see his face transform - he can't afford any more bad news. "Doc wants to see everyone, just a quick chat. After that there's food in the mess."

He nods. "What's one more doctor?" He mutters. She suspects she wasn't supposed to hear that. Then, louder, "You heard her, gents. Doctor's orders."

They grumble a little, but head into the infirmary behind Grace and Helen, taking a cup of coffee each as they go. Helen follows behind, empty tray tucked under her arm. She looks back at Grace, but Rosie is lingering behind, twisting the brim of his cap in his hands, and Grace can't bring herself to leave him out here alone.

She waves Helen on, telling her she'll catch up in a minute.

“Captain?”

He starts, like he forgot she was there. He also looks like he’s forgotten about his promotion. And that’s the thing with flying — a promotion isn’t always wanted. Deserved, certainly. But it often comes at the expense of other pilots, and it’s always a tough pill to swallow. “How’s it been? How’s— everyone?” He asks her. His face is so earnest. It makes her throat tight.

“As well as we can be, Captain. Most of the replacements are here.” She hesitates before continuing. She’s been here right along, with the Red Cross girls and the doctor and the other nurses. But just because she’s been here as long as everyone else doesn’t mean she understands what the flight crews have gone through. “How was your week off?”

“Too long.” He says, no hesitation. His smile is small, wry, a barely-there upturn of his lips. “I wanted to get back.”

“And you’re alright?” The question comes out almost without her permission. They don’t even know each other that well - she’s patched up a few of his scrapes and bruises and they’ve made idle conversation as he checked on some of his crew that ended up in the infirmary, but this is bordering on too casual.

But she’d argued with him, the day before he went on leave. She’d been too casual then, too, and so had he, both of them lost in the emotions of the Munster mission.

It feels a little awkward now, but she does her best to press on.

She can’t help but worry about him. She admires him, at the heart of it. The way he kept his men together through it all, the way he always has a kind word and a joke for anyone who needs it.

She just hopes he’d say so if he’s the one who needs it, this time.

“I’m as good as I can be, Lieutenant.” He replies.

“Grace.” She reminds him softly. “It’s— you don’t have to call me Lieutenant.”

“Grace, then.” He echos. “I’m okay. Have to be. For them.”

“I hope—“ she pauses, looking down at her shoes. “Forgive me sir, but I hope you know that we’re all here for you. What you went through—“

“I know.” He interrupts her, not unkindly. “You think we haven’t seen the way you’ve been there for us? Even when you thought we didn’t notice?” He shakes his head. “You write our letters when our hands shake, and get us extra blankets, and tell us it’s going to be okay when it’s—“ He stops himself, shaking his head.

When his eyes meet hers, they’re so soft she can barely stand it. This is dangerous, what this conversation is turning into, but she’s also relieved to hear that what she’s been doing besides being a nurse and keeping them alive has made a difference.

“I appreciate it more than I can put into words, Grace.” His voice is rough.

There’s a long moment of prolonged eye contact. Her senses are screaming, danger, danger! But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t look away.

“You just keep yourself and those boys alive, Captain.” She says, her voice thick. “For the rest of us.”

He salutes, a jaunty thing that lightens the mood. “Yes ma’am.”

She laughs, and he grins at her in response. “Go on, you have to meet with the Doctor too. Just standard procedure.”

He hums. “Heard a lot of that the last week.” He takes a few steps away and then stops, “Grace?” His face is suddenly boyish, shy. “You’d better call me Rosie. Or at least by my first name.”

It feels right — she’s given up calling anyone else by their rank anymore. They’ve been through too much for that. The new guys will be an adjustment - she’s not sure she can manage getting attached to any of them. Because it’s inevitable, what happens after.

But the line has already been crossed with this man, looking at her in the fading sunlight.

“You got it, Rosie.”

His answering smile stays with her until the next day, long after the roar of B-17s fades into the distance.

[jflemings]

— loose lips sink ships pt5

pairing: jessie fleming x reader other parts

synopsis: whilst you stay with sam, jessie falls to pieces

warnings: angst

a/n: in honour of portland v reign this weekend

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍁⋅ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

when you turn up on sam’s doorstep, she immediately knows that something is wrong.

your eyes are red and puffy, you’ve got a duffel bag thrown over your shoulder and you can barely give her an explanation as to why you’re seeking her out.

“i didn’t know where else to go” you quietly cry as she lets you in “i didn’t want to go to janine”

sam nods her head and takes your bag off you, throwing it into her guest room as she guides you to the sofa. wordlessly, she guides you to sit before sitting down next to you. she puts a hand on your leg “what happened?”

���jessie and i, we got into a bit of an argument and i just needed some space. i’m sorry, i should’ve called”

“no, no, you’re all good” she reassured with a comforting hand down your back “is that why you didn’t go to janine? because you didn’t want to get her involved?”

you nod “i didn’t want janine to feel like she has to choose, which i obviously do not want you to do either, but y’know”

“i understand” the midfielder smiles “well, hey, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need”

you pull her into a hug and sniffle “thank you sam”

she pulls away with a slight frown before standing “here” she says as she leads you to her guest room. she pushes the door wide open and hold an arm out “you can stay here, and you know where the bathroom is” she starts “i’ll show you how to use the coffee machine and the tv since the remote likes to give up on me”

you nod and follow her around the home that you’re already slightly familiar with. the few team bonding nights she’s held meant that you knew roughly where things were, but it was good that she thought to give you the run down anyways.

“i don’t know if you want to talk but if you do, i’m all ears” the american says

you release a breath “i didn’t know about olivia being jessie’s ex and it brought up some… issues”

her mouth forms an ‘o’ in understanding “yeah, well, i don’t think she knew about you either” sam says cautiously “she was surprised when i brought you up”

“and jessie?” you ask hopefully. you so desperately wanted sam to tell you that jessie hadn’t been shy about you, that she had proudly told olivia about you and how great your relationship is. you hope that she didn’t brush you off in favour of not ruining the moment with her ex.

“she was a bit awkward about it but she didn’t hide the fact that she’s in a relationship” sam says “i think it was just the fact that she was talking to her ex, y’know?” sam says as she flails her hands.

a small smile graces your lips as you play with your hands “classic jess” you say quietly.

coffey nods her head towards her freezer before waving her fingers at her nose “you want something for that nose? it’s still a bit swollen”

“yes please” you say gratefully

“are you off training this week, then?” she asks as she digs around her freezer, pulling out a bag of mixed vegetables and handing them to you.

you shrug “yeah, at least until the swelling goes down”

“well, hey, you’re more then welcome to hang out here” she opens the fridge and grabs two water bottles, placing one in front of you.

“thanks sam” you smile as you crack the bottle open “if you need me to do anything at all just let me know”

she takes a long sip of her water and smirks slightly “i’ve heard you make some amazing chocolate chip muffins” she trails off.

you laugh and nod “done”

jessie’s sitting on the bed with her head in her hands when she hears the front door open and close. she shoots up out of her spot and quickly walks out the the entryway, her mouth open and ready to spew explanations and apologies. words die on her tongue when she instead sees janine, her face falling flat.

“oh” she says as her mouth turns into a frown “what are you doing here?”

janine puts her keys in the tray by the door “sam called me and said that y/n showed up at her place with a bag” she pauses and purses her lips “i thought i’d come and check on you”

the canadian captain sits on the couch and leans back “we, uh, we fought” she says quietly “she said she needed time”

hesitantly, janine sits next to her best friend, folding one leg over the other “you fought over olivia?”

“yeah” jessie answers as she furrows her brows “she— she asked me if seeing olivia brought up any old feelings and i didn’t give her an answer” she shakes her head “and then she left”

“is she right?” the forward questions “did seeing olivia make you feel anything?”

“no” jessie clips “god, janine! how could you even ask me that?”

“because i saw the two of you last night jessie! it was like watching two high schoolers who have crushes on eachother”

jessie’s face morphs into a look of disgust “janine”

“imagine being her. she got hit in the nose by your ex — who she didn’t know about —then she finds out you lied to her, sees a photo on jordyn’s story and then doesn’t get an explanation when she asks you a straightforward question” janine says sternly.

jessie’s eyes begin to well up with tears as her best friend finishes talking. she drags her hands down her face and sniffles “she accused me of only being with her because she was the first person ‘shoved under my nose’ when i got to london” she laughs bitterly whilst making air quotes with her fingers “i made her doubt our whole relationship because of something i said o when we started seeing eachother”

“you have to give her an explanation”

“i don’t have one” the midfielder says “i don’t even know why i told her that olivia and i had only been together for a couple months, i just… said it and didn’t think about it”

janine hesitates, fiddling with the engagement ring on her finger. she looks sideways at jessie. her sleep-tossed hair that she’s made worse by running her hands through it, the oversized shirt she got during the world cup, her blue fluffy bed socks, the way she looks while the sleep is still wearing off. janine feels guilt pang in her chest “jess”

jessie hums whilst keeping her eyes trained on her feet “what?”

“i was the one who accidentally told y/n about olivia” she starts quickly “i said it was funny that your ex hit your current girlfriend and it all just went from there. i only said it because i thought she knew, i’m so sorry”

silence falls over the pair of them as jessie leans back “i can’t even be mad” she says quietly “because i was the one who didn’t tell her the truth.”

jessie’s voice cracks and she leans forward again, her elbows coming to rest on her bare knees. her gaze doesn’t leave the ground as she begins to cry, her lip quivers and her shoulders start to shake when she begins to sob. her head falls into her hands again “i don’t know what i’ll do with myself if i’ve just lost her over a stupid lie”

janine is quick to put an arm around her “she really will just need some time” she says quietly as she rubs jessie’s bicep “you’ve not lost her”

“you didn’t see her face” the canadian cries “she was so, so hurt”

with a quiet sigh jessie falls into janine’s chest, her shaky shoulders jolting the both of them. janine runs soothing fingers through jessie’s hair, massaging her scalp and detangling the few little knots that have tied themselves together.

it’s a hard sight to see and janine can’t help but feel guilty for it. if she hadn’t said anything then none of this would’ve happened. olivia wouldn’t be an issue and you would still be here with jessie, exactly where you belong.

jessie sniffles and she pushes off janine’s chest “i need to, uhm, clean up” she says as she gets off the couch “and have a shower” she wipes her eyes. “do you want a coffee? tea? water?”

she walks to the kitchen and immediately begins cleaning up her half eaten breakfast. she scrapes her toast into the bin and pours her now cold coffee down the sink before rinsing her dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. janine watches in shock as she watches jessie try to grasp onto normalcy in your absence.

“did you say you wanted tea?” jessie asks as she flicks her short hair over her shoulder to look at her friend.

“i didn’t say anything” janine responds

jessie pauses momentarily “water?”

janine sighs “jess, please sit back down” she stands “you don’t need to clean right now”

the muscles in jessie’s forearms protrude as she leans on the counter. her head falls forward between her shoulders “it’s just dishes”

“it’s a distraction” janine stresses “we don’t even have to talk! we can watch tv or something, just please sit down”

“i think i want to be alone” the midfielder says as she turns around “thanks for coming over but i’m okay, i’ll be fine”

“jess—”

“janine” jessie says calmly “please”

the blonde nods and makes her way towards the front door slowly enough that if jessie wanted to stop her, she could. her national captain simply just stands here with her arms loosely crossed. janine grabs her keys and turns “call me if you need anything, okay?”

jessie curtly nods “yep”

[repulsiveliquidation]

Masterlist.

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Playing Cards 🔞

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One Thing Led To Another 🔞

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Reservation 🔞

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Puppy Eyes 🔞

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We Might As Well Try 🔞

You Drew Stars Around My Scars 🚨🔞

Thorn in my Side 🚨

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Say Yes to Heaven 🔞

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Eyes on Me 🔞

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Want, Not Need. Pt. 1

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Two is Better than One

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Ecstasy 🔞

Hope, Coffee, and Poetry 🔞

earmuffs 🚨

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pretty lights 💛

lather 💛

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Baby It’s Cold Outside 🔞

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Time Consuming 🔞

Time Difference 🔞

Melted Ice Cream 🔞

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Twice the Pleasure 🔞

Good Girls 🔞

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Crippled 🔞

Special Instructions 🔞

Arsenal Women

Chosen Family 💛

Alexia Putellas

Dress Up 🔞

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Did I Cross The Line? 🚨

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Impatient 🔞

Honeymoon 🔞

Scars 🚨

Broken 🚨

Claire De Lune 🚨

all the rain in the world. 🚨

Darlin' I'd Wait For You 💛

Paris 🔞

If I have to ask, I don't want it. 🚨

Fire and Ice 🔞

beige. 🔞

One Call Away 🔞

Bottom Ale 🔞

Betrayed 🔞

Show Me 🔞

Ona Batlle

Collateral 🚨🔞

without you 🚨

Too Dangerous 🔞

To Love Someone 🔞

The Best of Me 🔞

Backseat 🔞

Touchy Feely 🔞

don’t let them hear. 🔞

Angel in the House 💛

Royalty 💛

La Princesa 💛

She's going to be okay. 💛

I don't think you deserve gentle darling. 🔞

Touch me like nobody else does. 🔞

Leah Williamson

Choice 🚨

Flare Up 💛

Guardian of My Heart 🚨

Sun to Me 🚨

Alone 🚨

good excuse 🔞

When I’m with you, there is no one else because I get heaven to myself. 💛

Cookies and Cuddles 🔞

baby bear 🔞

dreams 🔞

don't wander 💛

Kiss Me Before You Go 💛

Arsenal's Number 6 🔞

Blueberry Pancakes 💛

Fore! 💛

They could never be mad at you. 💛

Nightmares and Hot Chocolate 💛

Leah Williamson x Lucy Bronze

I've got you. 💛

Georgia Stanway x Leah Williamson

I don't need you. 💛

Maya Le Tessier

I'm not sick. You're delusional. 💛

Georgia Stanway

Lazy Saturdays and Scrambled Eggs 💛

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[hatchetentertainment]

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[ask-the-original-nerdy-prudes]

WELCOME TO MY ASK BLOG!

hi. i’m the owner, jack. he/him when referring to me please! once i get to explanations of the characters, you’ll see how to refer to them! these are all my headcanons most likely. some of this will also pull from nightmare time (abstinence camp) but that’s just for peter. this is set PRE npmd, which means it is just the three of them and everyone is alive.

as for my boundaries, flirty asks are okay! (ruth would be thrilled) but NOTHING nsfw unless it’s a joke. and nothing if you’re an adult. i am a minor. just have basic decency. and dni if you’re anything like a proshipper. don’t be weird.

FOR THE CHARACTERS! As seen on the post, I play Richie, Ruth and Peter. Other characters such as Steph and Grace may show up in passing or in mention, but those three are the mains! Now here is all my (mostly headcanoned but it’s canon to this) information on them.

Richie Lipschitz - 18 - Any pronouns (even neopronouns!) - Doesn’t even know his sexuality at this point, he’s willing to accept any game. (Except he isn’t as desperate as Ruth)

Ruth Fleming - 18 - She/They - Pansexual

Peter Spankoffski - 18 - He/Him, Transmasc - Bisexual, feminine lean

And any other information about them will be revealed through the asks! Please send some, we’d love it.

[tsuki-sennin]

Aight, fuck it, I'll watch the Hyper Battle DVD.

Uhhhh, I heard that this was pretty cringe, but also it has a Build-based form. Kamen Rider Build is one of my all time favorite TV shows in general so I feel obligated by my fanboy nature to watch it, I like kangaroos, I don't particularly feel like doing anything else, so I say why not?

Spoilers, I guess...

-IKKI, WHO DAT

-Auntie Vice, what the fuck is happening?

-Terebi-kun~!

-Giraffe! Looks... weirdly familiar. ...and uh, I know that Vice disliked the original design of the Jackal Genome, but this looks even lamer. Kinda makes Vice look like a Rokurokubi. Or Lesser Dog from Undertale.

-Chicken? Pyo-pyo?

-Ahhhh, there it is. Kangaroo. I... heard a lot of unkind things about this form. Revi looks cool but... why tho.

-Wow, George continues to get his revenge for Vice's criticisms of his design sense by proving him right.

-DUNG BEETLE!? Oh, that's just cruel.

-Ok, I hear this takes place between Episode 16 and 21? That's quite the nebulous period for Hyper Battle Time, huh?

-Kenta, buddy, we gotta

-Kicked out for being cringe. ...I suspect I'm gonna have to boo pretty loudly at one point.

-Hi Sakura~!

-Koalas are very lazy sons of bitches. They don't even get off their eucalyptus trees to eat other plants! They've been on them for so long that they evolved to basically only eat those leaves!

-Whoop that bitch.

-Muteki~!

-You're welcome~!

-"Thanks :D ...who dat?"

-Ikki, do not disrespect Commander Kadota like that >:O

-Ikki feels very strongly about these weddings.

-Vice, your ships are pretty wack.

-...I do appreciate your fashion sense, though.

-Oooooh, a suit! ...for Aguilera, perhaps?

-Aw, boooo! Not AgiSaku! And on a lesser note, that dress does not look for you Vice. Also WHAT WHAT THE HELL MAN

-Why is goddamn Amazing Grace play at this wedding? This song is for wakes and memorial services

-Father George seems very horny for this fake wedding.

-This special is way too weird, man

-Ohhhhh! Dai-chan! Now you're slaying in that dress!

-Oiiii, Sakura, please.

-...I... am quite uncomfroatble.

-GEORGE STOP

-HEY DEADMAN WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

-KOALA FINALLY

-OK! I think the worst of it is finally over!

-Y'know, George, I think that's a fourth wall break, but I don't think the higher-ups were against this for the reason you're assuming.

-...no, I'm not bringing up Makoto and Kanon, fuck you.

-BRUUUGH HWHYYYYYYYY

-This was a terrible idea, why the fuck did I do this.

-Oh yeah, because I wanna boost engagement

-GEORGE SHUT THE FUCK UP

-KAGERO THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE

-You got 'im!

-DUDE TOOK THE DRIVER

-Where Deadman at?

-OH THAT'S THE DEADMAN

-A babby. It's actually pretty cute looking!

-...oh god.

-Aaaaaand, off he goes!

-Kabedon...

-I think

-Kan-Kan-Kangaroo~!

-Ahhhh, Vice does Fleming's right-hand rule~! That's adorable~!

-...this babby Vice Kangaroo Genome would be too, but uh... we've truly reached our lowest point in Revice so far.

-Best Match~!

-Oh, this looks like the Zenkai Bean Theater. That's a cute touch I guess.

-Australian hell.

-I wonder. When Subaru Kimura and Kentaro Maeda were doing the ADR for these scenes. Did they hear the synopsis before what I assume was the table reading? Did they rehearse it a lot? Did they think this was comedy gold?

-Wow, I am so glad that this guy's wedding business magically repaired itself after Sakura killed that Koala guy the first time and nothing else happened in the past ten minutes of runtime~!

-VICE WHYYYY

-...that "Kobu" oozes contempt.

-Yes! I saw everything! And I feel very bad about it~!

-Kuzu!

-Oh, if that's the case, then Aguilera absolutely will be kicking your ass soon enough~!

-Oh, Dai-chan.

-Oh my god, Kirin, Niwatori, and... Funkorogashi(?) are Grease, Cross-Z, and Rogue! ...that feels like a slap in the balls.

-Well, this Hyper Battle Special had everything about it that I loved about Build! It had very silly and fun comedy in between scenes that made me feel almost overwhelming despair, it featured unusually matched abilities used to great effect, it was very gay, and it will likely make me very sad every time I think about it~!

-Okay, I'd like to extend my deepest apologies to Ms. Ayumi Shimo, she usually does way better than this, I assume Toei handed her an outline of what she had to do for this episode and she had to do the best she could with it. Her work on Kasouken no Onna and Lupin III Part 6 is fantastic, please go check those out if you haven't, I promise that this isn't a reflection of her work.

Oh, and I know I don't use images or gifs or anything like that in these posts, but...

[dogbearinggifts]

Beauty in the Mundane, Chapter Two: Gone Away

Umbrella Academy

Author’s Note: And here is chapter two of my fic answering this petition from @scotty-the-t-rex to have Hazel and Agnes go back in time and adopt the Hargreeves kids. If this is the first time you’re seeing this on your dash, you can start with the prologue here and follow the link at the end to chapter one, or search with the tag “hazel and agnes adopt the hargreeves au.”

The whole fic is also available on AO3. 

And the chapter title is taken from a song of the same name by The Offspring. 

**********

Klaus watched through the big bay window as snow sifted onto the yard of a home he’d just learned to navigate. 

The home owned by his foster parents, Louise and Albert Fleming, was considerably smaller than the Academy, so it should have taken him no time at all to learn where everything was and how to get there without asking for help. But where the Academy was just one big square, the Fleming home sprawled and splayed all over the lot. Walk out through the garage, and you’d find yourself in the back yard, where you’d need to either go around the whole outside of the garage and past a bunch of windows to get to the front door, or walk through half of the backyard to get to the back door. If you wanted to get to your bedroom from either of those entrances, you’d have to find a staircase, and those staircases liked to take turns that left you wondering exactly which direction you were supposed to go once you got to the top. 

But he’d figured it out, or he thought he had. He couldn’t walk from one bathroom to another with his eyes closed, like he could at the Academy; but he remembered which rooms belonged to which siblings and he could get there from the great room without getting turned around. 

And the house was new. He didn’t know how new, exactly, but his foster parents had been the only ones to inhabit it, and no one had died on the grounds before their move-in date. Before the police and social workers and everyone else had taken him and the others out of the Academy and brought them here, he hadn’t known a house could be free of ghosts. 

The lawn was entirely white now, not a blade of grass to be seen. He didn’t know how long it had been snowing—he’d never been good at keeping track of time even when there was a clock to watch—but Albert should have found Louise by now. It was a big city, but not so big that it would take one grown-up this long to find another when he knew exactly where she’d gone. 

Luther joined him at the window, taking a seat on the built-in bench set up against the glass. “I can watch for them now.” 

“S’okay. I got it.” Watching wouldn’t bring them back any faster, but it was something to do. The snow looked nice, floating against a sky of dusky purple, and he didn’t mind looking at it while he waited for one of their cars to appear. 

“It’s really late, Klaus. You should get some sleep.” 

He couldn’t, not with Luther in the room. Not when Luther had shaken him awake weeks before, eyes full of concern and voice full of questions about what sort of nightmare could have made him shout loudly enough to interrupt the slumber of anyone near enough to hear it. Falling asleep had been easier with someone else in the room, but if he was only going to wake everybody up, he’d rather brave the darkness alone. 

But then, maybe Luther needed to watch awhile, to see if he was the one to spot Louise and Albert coming home. 

Klaus slid from the bench and went to his bed on the other side of the room. He pulled the covers over his head and felt around until his hand grasped the handle of a flashlight. One click, and the makeshift tent was illuminated. 

In the beginning, the first few nights after he’d found the flashlight and snuck it off to their shared room, Luther had commented on it. Asked if he was reading, asked if he should leave the door open a crack when the answer was no. A part of Klaus, a small part of him, hoped for a similar question tonight, but all that came was silence. 

The air under the blankets was hot and thick, and Klaus could only sleep through the light if he turned his back. But the nightlight had been useless and a cracked door even worse, so he turned away from the flashlight and closed his eyes. 

*********

Agnes didn’t mind stakeouts with Hazel, but even she had to admit they got old after the first week. 

The initial public outcry over a child being locked in a mausoleum for most of a day had given way to debate. One welfare check turned up a soundproofed room in the basement, in which one of the two girls—the papers didn’t specify who—had allegedly been held while she battled a long illness. Another revealed that each child had been granted their own bedroom and some apparent say over how that room was furnished and decorated, with no locks on either the interior or exterior. They’d found an android named Grace, a sweet soul designed to care for the children; and Pogo, a talking chimp who referred to the children as “Master” and “Miss.” An anonymous source told a few tabloids that more than one child “cried every night they had to be away from their daddy,” and Sir Reginald himself expressed doubt the foster parents could provide the sort of specialized care his children needed. Mr. and Mrs. Albert and Louise Fleming had responded to these claims with a willingness to adopt all seven, should it come to that. 

That was when Hazel suggested the stakeouts. 

“Nobody’s come after them yet,” she’d pointed out when he first voiced concerns. 

“We changed the timeline, Agnes, and we changed it pretty bad. This isn't the sort of thing you can fix by killing some guy off the street. It’s gonna take the Commission some time to work this one out.” 

“You…you don’t think they’re involved? I mean, nobody’s tried to kill you.” 

“If they’re not involved now, they’re gonna be.” 

Agnes lowered the binoculars. “Their coupe’s still missing.” 

Hazel took the binoculars and had a look for himself, though he’d already seen the exterior of the Fleming home plenty of times that night. “Minivan’s still gone. No other cars in the driveway, so it looks like they didn’t hire a babysitter.” 

“Didn’t plan to be gone this long?” 

He didn’t answer, but his silence was enough. He lowered the binoculars as the wipers slapped a few snowflakes aside. 

“What….” Agnes swallowed. She couldn’t quite identify the expression that crossed his features, but she knew she didn’t like it. “What do you think happened?” 

Traffic. That was what she hoped he’d say. Just got caught in a bottleneck. Maybe they dropped by the store to pick something up. Maybe they’re getting gas. Any number of maybes, any number of perfectly normal things could become an explanation for their prolonged absence, and she would have gratefully accepted any one of them just to ease the gnawing fear in her stomach. 

Hazel watched the house a minute more, then kissed her cheek and stepped out into the snow. 

*********

“Klaus? Klaus, I know you’re there.” 

Klaus was nowhere near sleep, but Albert’s voice still gave him a start. He nearly threw the covers off, but his hand stopped short of the motion. 

Luther hadn’t said anything. 

He was sitting in the window and he hadn’t said a word. He would’ve seen Albert come in, would have noticed it and welcomed him home. He would have seen their car come up the drive and said as much, but he remained silent. 

“Come on, Klaus.” Albert’s voice had always been low and warm, and while it sometimes got strained after he read news reports about Dad, it always carried a note of assurance, a soft reminder that he knew what needed to be done to keep everything going smoothly. This pleading, this quiet desperation—this was new. 

New for him, anyway. 

“Klaus, I need you to come out here.” 

He didn’t want to look. He could stay there under the covers, wait until dawn or until Albert lifted the blankets and proved he hadn’t died after all. He’d be proven wrong eventually. All he had to do was wait. 

Hot air stuck in his throat as he snaked a hand to the edge of the blankets. His fingers trembled and he nearly let them slip out, but he managed to slide them under, poke them through enough to lift the blankets but not enough to be obvious about it. 

Cool rushed in as the blankets rose an inch, maybe a little more. The flashlight was pointed toward his pillow, but Albert stood near enough for Klaus to make out the blood clotting his side, filling in the gaps and gashes of twisted, broken flesh. A second figure stood close by, blood staining a manicured hand. Red nail polish with little gold bows painted on, the same design Louise had gotten in honor of the holiday season. 

The blankets fell. Klaus shoved a fist against his mouth, bit down hard to keep from screaming. 

“Please.” 

Tears stung his eyes; the flashlight blurred. He had to leave. Had to get out from under those covers, but he couldn’t move, not without Albert’s ghost seeing him and following him and coming close, too close, it was all too close—

He got himself turned around and crawled on his elbows to the opposite end of the bed; then, before any voice from outside could interrupt him, he threw off the covers. 

“Klaus!” 

Klaus ran for the door, started down the hall and turned around to head back for one of the staircases. It was dark, too dark, all so dark but he saw a light switch and turned it on. 

“Klaus! What are you…” 

He was halfway down the stairs before he realized that voice belonged to Luther, but he kept running and sank onto the second-to-last step. Luther, Luther was there, his footsteps were getting closer, but Klaus could only clap his hands over his ears as big sobs choked their way out. He knew Luther sat down next to him, knew he let a hand rest on his shoulder, but he couldn’t do anything about it besides sit and cry. 

Luther’s hand migrated from one shoulder to the other. He wasn’t crying, didn’t know what was in their room or oh god what could be behind them right now, but the arm wrapped around him, the awkward little half-hug—it was enough to still a few of his thoughts, turn the wordless jumble into an endless stream of no no no no no no. 

After a minute, Luther tensed. His voice was muffled, but the words were clear. 

“Klaus, you need to get up.” 

He couldn’t. He sucked in a breath to try and say as much, but the words wouldn’t come. The arm squeezed a little. 

“Klaus, get up. Somebody’s breaking in.” 

He tried to stand, but the most he could manage was dropping his hands to his lap. Luther was on his feet in an instant. 

The lock clicked, the door swung open and a figure stood in the doorway, framed in the light from the stairwell. His tears shuddered to a stop. Klaus found himself rising to his feet, just to get a better look. Just to make sure he was seeing things right. 

“Hazel?” 

**********

He’d seen the light flicker on during his approach. It wasn’t much of a light, not enough to signal the couple’s safe return or one of the kids getting a late snack, but enough to hint at activity somewhere within the house. He hadn’t been able to get a copy of the Fleming McMansion’s floor plan, but a hall or a stairway seemed the most likely source for that particular light. 

He just hadn’t expected to see Klaus behind it, standing to his feet and saying his name. 

“You know him?” The other boy, the blond, looked about Klaus’ age. One of his brothers, though Hazel couldn’t say which. 

Klaus didn’t answer, not in the usual way. Inside of a few seconds, he’d closed the gap, thrown his arms around Hazel’s waist, buried his face in his chest. A quick glance to the brother confirmed this wasn’t what Klaus usually did when somebody broke into their house; not knowing what else to do, Hazel returned the hug. 

“They’re dead.” 

The muffled words sent a chill through him. “Who’s dead?” 

“Albert. Louise.” The names were thick with tears. “They’re dead. Both dead.” 

The brother descended the few stairs standing between them; a small girl appeared on the landing. “How?” 

Klaus didn’t answer. He knew, or he could find out; the dead were all too eager to speak with him, if the way he’d urged them all to shut up in that hotel room was any indication. A question, maybe two, and Hazel would know the manner of death, the location, who might be responsible, and how long they all might have before everything went to hell. All he had to do was ask. 

He pulled away, dropped to one knee to meet Klaus’ gaze. “Klaus, listen to me.” 

The brother was there too, hovering with a protective air. Hazel couldn’t say what he could do without knowing his name, but he knew this boy was a lot more dangerous than most kids his age. 

“I’m a time traveler. I came here from the future, and I need to get you—all of you—I need to get you outta here before something real bad happens.” 

“What’s gonna happen?” 

That was a girl’s voice, soft and carrying a slight tremble. She hadn’t descended the stairs all the way, but stood on a step closer to the top than the bottom, gripping the banister in a pale hand. 

Vanya. 

For a moment, Hazel could only stare. Vanya Hargreeves, the woman who’d ended the world in fire and smoke, was on that staircase looking very much like she’d rather hide from the stranger and confusion in her home than determine the cause. He wanted to search her face, wanted to sit down with her and ask as many questions as he dared until he could find something, some indication, some minuscule bit of forewarning toward what she would one day do. 

But this little girl in pajamas identical to those her brothers wore—she was the Commission’s plan. The ghosts Klaus had seen were a part of it. The first responders on their way were a part of it. Hazel didn’t know when or how, but once these kids were back in the system, the Commission would ensure their path led straight back to Reginald. The Flemings had sealed their fate with an interest in adoption. The next foster family would not be such an obstruction. 

“Lot of things can happen. None of ‘em are good.” It wasn’t a lie, technically, but it wasn’t quite the truth. Still, he needed something to get them out the door before the police or the Commission or both showed up. “And if your foster parents are dead, that means one of those things is gonna happen a lot sooner than you think.” 

It was hard to tell if Vanya was convinced or not. There was fear on her face, sure, but it seemed shrouded, like an image seen through a staticky TV set. 

“They’re dead?” 

That was from another brother who’d appeared at the top of the stairs. His voice climbed in pitch from the beginning of the question to the end. 

“Yeah.” Klaus kept his voice steady, but barely. “I—I saw ‘em.” 

Other children quickly found their way to the stairs, the news parroted to them on arrival, sweeping over them like a snowstorm and freezing them in place. Hazel knew it would be right to explain it to them, give them a few minutes to wrap their minds around the new reality; he nearly did, but thoughts of the police whisking them all off to another foster home and then back to the arms of their dad pushed him to speak. 

“I’m here to get you all someplace safe. Get your clothes, get whatever else you need, and then we’ll go.” 

No one moved. Klaus swallowed hard. 

“He—I know him. We—we can go with him.” 

That small display of trust didn’t spread, not immediately. His siblings stood for another few moments before shuffling off toward their rooms, casting glances over their shoulders as if waiting to see whether or not Hazel would prove Klaus a liar. The first brother, the one who had been with Klaus on the stairs when Hazel picked the lock, was the last to leave, staying close to Klaus as they turned back up the stairs. 

Hazel stepped outside, saw no police lights, and walked until he was even with the car’s windshield. Agnes’ head snapped up, and she broke into a smile at the sight of him, raising a hand in a cheery wave. 

Not what he’d expected. 

He lifted one hand, as though lifting a briefcase. She hesitated, then brightened and scrambled for the backseat. 

*********

If Klaus said Louise and Albert were dead, they were dead. 

He hadn’t been the same since the night the police arrived, the night they’d taken Dad away and taken him and Klaus and everyone out of the Academy before asking what seemed like an endless stream of questions. Luther had never shared a room with Klaus before—never shared a room with anyone before—but he didn’t think he’d ever slept with a flashlight or woke up screaming before that night. Something had gone wrong, horribly wrong, but Klaus wouldn’t say what and Luther couldn’t guess. 

But he’d always seen ghosts. So if he claimed their foster parents were dead, Luther saw no reason to disbelieve him. 

Hazel, though. Hazel was another matter. 

He gathered his shirts together, kept them folded neatly in a pile as Klaus tossed both pairs of pants onto the bed and dumped shirts on top. They were new, or somewhat new; Louise had insisted they all needed new wardrobes upon seeing nothing but Academy uniforms repeated across seven different closets. T-shirts, sweaters and jeans were a good deal more comfortable than starched white shirts and blazers, but it still felt wrong to wear something other than his uniform. Even so, it was what he had, so he added pants to the pile. 

“You know where we’re going?” 

Klaus shook his head, pulling on a pair of socks. 

He trusted Hazel, that much was clear, but that didn’t explain how they’d met or why that trust came to be. Social workers didn’t break into houses after dark. Police officers didn’t claim to be from the future, and attorneys didn’t demand everyone leave the house in the dead of night to escape some unnamed disaster in the making. 

But then, Dad did always say time travel was possible. 

Klaus swept all of his clothes into his arms and made for the door, turning back just long enough to retrieve a dropped sock. He marched out of the room without looking back, and Luther was left with the sinking certainty that Klaus knew something he didn’t. 

He always had, technically speaking. No one else could see the ghosts that always seemed to find him, and Luther wouldn’t have known they existed if not for Klaus. But this was different. This wasn’t two people getting different powers; that was just what happened. This was one person peering around a corner that no one else had yet passed. This was Klaus knowing what was coming before Luther knew to watch out at all. 

“Keep them safe, Number One.” It was the last thing Dad had said before the police whisked him away. There was more, had been more, but not the time to get it out. Even so, Luther had tried to follow those words. Being separated from Dad, from Pogo and Mom—that just made his usual duties as Number One even more important. Keep them safe. Keep them together. Keep everything running until Dad can come back. 

And he couldn’t do that if he failed to see everything, failed to understand what he did see. 

Luther clutched a shirt to his chest, trying to ease the cold pit forming in his stomach. Hazel—he’d missed Hazel somehow. An entire person had managed to slip past his awareness and now Klaus knew about him, trusted him, and Luther only knew him as a name, a face, and a collection of claims he couldn’t prove or disprove. 

He should have heard the footsteps behind him, should have faced the door so nobody could sneak up, but he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone until Klaus gathered his shirts off the bed and piled them into the crook of his arm. Luther grabbed his pants and everything else. There was nothing to do but follow Klaus out into the hall. 

Hazel had found a suitcase, and it lay open in the downstairs entryway. Allison’s clothes were piled next to Vanya’s, Diego’s were jumbled up with Ben’s, Five’s were crouched in one corner and Klaus’ and a few of Luther’s were scattered over top. Luther added what he’d carried, tamping down the urge to fold them again. Hazel seemed to be in a hurry. 

“Is there anything else you kids need?” 

That wasn’t from Hazel; it was from his companion, an older woman with long blonde hair edging toward grey and a briefcase at her feet. She had a nice smile, a kind one that reminded Luther of Mom. 

Were they going to get her on the way to wherever they were headed? 

“My meds.” 

No sooner had Vanya said it than Five was gone, back in the blink of an eye with the bright orange bottle in his hand. It too went into the suitcase. 

Luther should have done that. Should have been the one going upstairs to grab the bottle, been the one to bring it back down. It would’ve been useless to stop the situation at hand, useless to make sense of it, but it would’ve been something. 

“Anything else?” 

Hazel went to the nearest window, stepped back into their haphazard little circle. 

He was from the future. He was here to prevent something bad from happening. He’d met Klaus before, and Klaus might not know what exactly was going on, but he knew Hazel. That was something. 

“Coast is clear,” Hazel said. “But we’ve got to jump now.” 

Five’s eyes brightened. “We’re gonna time travel?” 

Something Luther couldn’t identify crossed Hazel’s face, fading into a small smile. “We are. Just need everybody to hold hands, move a little closer.” 

“Are we coming back?” 

That was Allison. Hazel looked to his companion, then to her for a long minute. 

“I don’t know yet. We just need to get you where it’s safe for now.” 

“When it’s safe.” Five was practically bouncing in place, and Luther suspected it was only the fact his hands were clutched between Vanya’s and Ben’s that kept him still. 

“Yeah. When it’s safe.” That strange look crossed Hazel’s face again, but there was no nervousness in that glance. He had urged them to hurry, yes, but not with the abundance of energy and tension he’d seen from Dad on that last day. He hadn’t snapped at anyone, hadn’t accused anyone of intentionally slowing them down, hadn’t made any strange requests about secret rooms or keeping things mum. Maybe he shouldn’t have, maybe he should have seen it for the warning it was, but Luther found comfort in that. 

His companion zipped the suitcase closed and pulled it up onto its wheels, held onto the handle and looped her arm through Hazel’s before taking Klaus by the hand. 

Maybe they’d come back. They’d return after a while. Hazel just had to make sure everything was safe. 

Hazel fiddled with a few things on the briefcase, then held it by the handle. “Last call. Everybody got everything?” 

A minute passed in silence. Luther thought maybe he should say something, stall a little more. Maybe another minute would be long enough for him to think of some other plan—but the thought of perhaps forcing his siblings to face whatever Hazel said was coming kept him from speaking. 

Hazel shifted his hand, pressed some sort of unseen button. There was a flash of blue light, and then everything was gone. 

********

Chapter One 

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I have always loved fashion and have been known to be a shopaholic, like most women.  Chico’s is hands down is one of my favorite stores.  I have been a faithful shopper since 2003.  After my layoff last year, I interviewed with A’Cynthia Villery, who was the assistant manager at the time, for a part time sales associate position and was hired on the spot.  Since that time, A’Cynthia has been promoted to the well deserved position of manager and has hosted three fashion shows – all of which I have been in attendance to show my support.

This past Sunday, she held a Spring Fashion and when she asked me to blog the event, I happily accepted.  We had an amazing event where various vendors sponsored their services and products; and I was allowed to showcase my writing.  Here are a few of the many highlights from the event.

If you see an item of interest that you would like to purchase, be sure to call the Pearland Store at 713-340-1368 and ask for A’Cynthia www.chicos.com.

While you are certainly welcome to order online, please remember that Chico’s offers FREE style appointments – which provide you with a one on one experience with an expert stylist to help you select the best fit and colors so that you always, always look your most amazing self.

Girlfriend Theme For the Spring Collection, Chico’s has implemented a Girlfriend theme.  We all love to shop with our girlfriends and this inspires camaraderie amongst all females.  This was very evident based on the numbers that turned out for A’Cynthia’s event.

Here, model Erica, is wearing the Francis Fringe Poncho in Chive Green.  She has paired it with the popular Girlfriend Crop Pants.  These pants are sell quickly because they are so flattering and comfortable.  They have a lot of give and are very slimming.

Model Kim graced the runway wearing the Chico’s Tribal Border Off-the-Shoulder top, accompanied with a Denim Girlfriend Skirt.  This is a nice, cool and comfortable outfit for a hot, summer day.

More amazing looks from models Katherine (Katy), Sarah and  Roz                                                                                  

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Owned by Nina Fitzhugh  – who supplied the beautiful and delicious Italian Crème Cake you see above.  Visit her Facebook page to place your order https://www.facebook.com/cakeandeatittooinsiennaplantation/

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Author Paula Drew-Fleming (our associate) and her co-author Alexis Thal Yancey introduced us to:  Divorce. Wilderness. Peace and conducted a mini workshop to discuss how their book helps women overcome and heal from a recent divorce.

Last but certainly not least, I showcased my blog and the prologue and synopsis for my coming novel, The Davenports: A Battle of Wills.  I now offer social media marketing, blogging, copywriting and copyediting services at affordable prices.  I also mentor and coach aspiring authors, so please feel free to contact me for more information.  maraprose@icloud.com.

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Remember:

If you see an item of interest that you would like to purchase, be sure to call the Pearland Store at 713-340-1368 and ask for A’Cynthia www.chicos.com.

While you are certainly welcome to order online, please remember that Chico’s offers FREE style appointments – which provide you with a one on one experience with an expert stylist to help you select the best fit and colors so that you always, always look your most amazing self.

~ Mara Prose

Mara Prose Monday: A Day With The Girls – Pearland Chico’s Spring Fashion Show Image courtesy of Chico's I have always loved fashion and have been known to be a shopaholic, like most women.