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softhoagierolls · 2 months
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unteriors · 9 months
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Fort Dade Avenue, Brooksville, Florida.
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New Tales of Florida Gothic - Chapter 5
���Unfathomable to mere mortals is the lore of fiends.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Your early morning tour of the 'haunted' victorian mansion in Brooksville, Florida has been an absolute delight. Your guide, a young woman in period costume playing the part of a person from the late 1890's so convincingly, you half way believed her. As you leave, you pass another young woman who apoligizes for being so late and she'll begin your tour immediately. You point out that her colleague already took you on the tour to which she replies that she's the only one working that day. You look back at the house as ice runs down your spine.
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You've now traveled 2,000 miles in a desperate attempt to escape your spectral torment, but it still isn't far enough. With the coming of twilight, you can still see the beam from the haunted lighthouse in Florida flashing across the horizon, searing itself into the depths of your eyes. Exhausted, you stumble back into your car and continue driving away.
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As the storm surge from the hurricane fills your lungs, you are suddenly aware of all your past lives as your current one slips away. You are horrified to realize you have always died in hurricanes: in New Orleans, in Miami, in Galveston, in places so old they did not yet have names. And then you understand, no matter how many lives you live, you always will die in hurricanes.
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As you drag the body into the back yard to bury it, you laugh as you see a sink hole has conviently formed there. With mirthless laughter, you roll the corpse into the sink and reach for your shovel. You freeze as the ground slowly closes of its accord until the hole is completely gone. Your shovel drops, forgotten, from your hand as you shuffle back into your house. The Florida soil demands to be feed.
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As you lie sleeplessly in bed, your closet door slowly opens with a forboding creak. As you get out of bed and walk towards the closet door, you wonder for a moment what monster you'll become in someone else's closet. But the thought quickly passes as the hunger begins.
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While renevating your bedroom, you discover an old diary hidden in the wall. As you read it, you learn it belonged to a young woman from the late 1890's, tormented by the gift of precognition - the ability to see the future. She writes of her anguish at seeing her family die despite all her attempts to prevent them from meeting the ends she had forseen. Gruesome sketches appear on some of the pages, showing the myriad ways her family and friends met their untimely fates. Then your blood runs cold as the young woman reveals that she can see a person in the distant future reading her journal, and that person is completely unaware that they too, are about to meet their end. As you turn the page, you see a sketch of youself, sitting at the same desk, reading the same journal, but the drawing reveals a hulking shadow from behind is falling across you. You turn to...
creaturesfromelsewhere 9-9-2023
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ceramictec · 9 months
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Finished photos of a bathroom & shower tile renovation I completed in Brooksville, Florida. Wall tile was an 8x48 Polished "Catalina Teak" rectified tile. The shower floor was a "Calacatta Vecchia" Penny tile. The customers love it!
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coreyscotthill · 29 days
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Florida Sunrise
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laielliconstruction · 7 months
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Laielli Construction - A Reputable Local Firm
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Leading Laielli Construction, Kevin blends construction skills with community spirit. Since 2019, he's a state-certified contractor known for his work ethic and humor. Engaging in Operation HeartF.E.L.T, he fights child hunger. With family ties and a passion for growth, he's committed to a thriving Brooksville.
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What a pretty house- And, look at the tower, isn’t that unique? The 1884 home in Brooksville, Florida has 3bd., 3.5ba. and is cute & unique. $750K.
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This is a side entrance home. 
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Cheery peachy color in the entrance hall, and look at the beautiful fireplace.
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In the living room, it looks like they’re in the middle of highlighting the ceiling in gold.
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Unusual ceiling shape in the kitchen. The kitchen’s long, but look at the size of the table it can fit.
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Love the stove and vintage country style with an antique repro stove and antique furniture.
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There’s a bright, sunny dining room. 
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Off the dining room is a 1/2 bath.
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The door to the dining room opens to a wraparound deck.
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Look at the stained glass window in the main bd. door- it’s the house.
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And, this is a remodeled en-suite shower.
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Look at this- you can see straight up to the top of the tower from the stairs.
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And, this is what it looks like from outside. It’s there b/c one of the previous owners was a Station Master and went up there to see the trains approaching. Isn’t that cool?
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The 2nd bd. and shower.
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And, the 3rd bd. and en-suite.
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In the back of the house is an enclosed porch.
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Look at the gazebo in the garden. 
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The house has 2 open porches and a deck. 
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The property is .38 acre, so there’s plenty of room.
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fort dade avenue, brooksville, florida
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windhamsrotunda · 2 years
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Don't Die For Me Brother - Bray Wyatt
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*GIF CRED GOES TO @itjazzbicch*
Pairing: Bray Wyatt x Female! Reader
Synopsis: Oct 8th, 2022 was the day he made his return. He’s back and better than ever.
Rating: Mature | Explicit idk what to call this.
Warnings: Heavy Angst (kinda), Unholy Smut (in all categories: orgasm, praise kink, makeup sex, pet names like lamb, dollface, p in v, anal sex, oral sex (m receiving), Mentionings of The Wyatt Family (Braun Strowman and Erick Rowan) (Redbeard), Sappy Ending, 18+ Only MINORS DNI!
Word Count: 4,182 (a whole ass novel lmao–)
Quick A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this long fanfic about Bray Wyatt. - Shar?
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‘’A villain is just a victim from a different story.’’ - WYATT6
It was such a bittersweet return, as everyone in the arena that very day would put it as. He was in the shadows for so long, but not for much longer.
‘’Patience, it’s almost time.’’ He tweeted one day, leaving not only fans, but yourself in a ponder of these assumptions, or should you call it as predictions of when he’ll be back. Guess those silly little predictions that fans have made were true.
*October 8th, 2022, After Extreme Rules PPV*
You were walking out of the arena after Extreme Rules in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and heading over your parked car in the parking garage. Shuffling your hand in your black purse to find your car keys, a towering 6’3 figure devours the reflected lights of the ceiling of the parking garage whole, and grabs you from behind. The mysterious man in the jet black hoodie leaned over to whisper in your ear:
‘’You don’t have to wait anymore, dear. I’m finally back.’’
Your husband, who you’ve haven’t seen in months after he unexpectedly left you without a trace or any explanation to it, was finally here again in your presence. 
You felt your rosy cheeks sting from the tears falling down, Bray’s large thumb wiped your tears away in a quick swept motion as he stroked your hair. 
‘’I need to get you home, lamb.’’ He urged, wanting to take over the idea of driving you home instead of you having to drive alone for such a far distance, Your home was in Brooksville, Florida where the two of you have resided. He wanted to apologize for everything, but didn’t know where to start.
You took his larger hand in yours, feeling alive in every aspect possible. You couldn’t believe this with your own two eyes, thinking he found another woman and left you for good. Maybe the ‘’patience, it’s almost time’’ was directed towards you. He swung open the passenger door to your car, gesturing for you to get in. You nodded, still feeling the stinging of your cheeks from crying in front of your own husband was probably the highlight of your night.
While driving home, the two of you kept quiet for the most part of the ride, making  awkward eye-contact here and there sometimes. Was Bray gonna try and attempt to explain to you why he left you without a trace? Or was he just gonna keep you waiting, dropping these little hints to you every now and then just by reading his body language. 
Your knuckles turned a ghostly white color as you gripped onto the edges of the leather passenger seat, it intimidated you how fast he was driving, the every so often glance he would take at you was so scary. Bray was known to be a scary 6’3 man inside of the ring from his persona, but nobody knew him personally outside of the ring.
You heard a quiet sigh escalate out of the much bigger man, he slowed down his speed limit on the road he was driving amongst.
‘’We’re almost there, lamb.’’
‘’No, we got ways to go, remember?’’ You tried to convince him that he was going insane, you can just tell by the look in his eyes and how he’s shifting in his seat.
‘’Oh yeah, right.’’ He replied, chuckling nervously as if he was up to something.
‘’Do you want to just rent a hotel nearby for the night?’’ You suggested, just now realizing that you were running out of gas in your car. 
‘’Are you sure? You know I can drive 7 more hours,’’ Bray urged again, not realizing what you were realizing.
‘’Babe, we’re almost out of gas, you know that, right?’’ 
‘’Fuck.’’ He panicked, ‘’I’m sorry, I should’ve stopped for gas—’’
Pulling into a local gas station, he hopped out of the car.
‘’I will be right back, please stay here, dollface.’’ He leaned over the seat with all of his body weight to give you a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing for a second into the gas station to ask for gas.
You glanced out of the car window, you pulled out your phone to let your friend know you’re going to rent a hotel tonight with your husband who you haven’t seen in so long. In the corner of your eye, you saw your other half Bray return and begin to pump gas in your car. Slouching back in your seat, you reached to put on the seat warmers. Finally, after he was done, he got back into the car and started the ignition up again.
‘’You put on the seat warmers? Are you cold, dollface?’’ He inquired, looking at you with concern washed over his face.
‘’Yeah, a little bit.’’ You replied, ‘’But it’ll be fine.’’
‘’Okay,’’ Was all he said.
Pulling out of the gas station parking lot, he drove off but made sure he was watching his speed this time around since it was a waste of gas. He began to hum a little tune, a tune that didn’t seem familiar. His eyes narrowed toward the dark road that was flashed by your car headlights. Bray tapped his fingers on the jet black leather steering wheel, as soon as you knew time went by before your very eyes, you were at the hotel that you wanted to rent with your husband Bray for the night.
‘’We’re here.’’ He said in a stern voice, opening the car door for you like the gentleman he was. 
Stepping out of the car, he grabbed your hand into his to intertwine fingers while he walked you to the entrance of the hotel. Placing a kiss on the surface of your hand, you blushed slightly to hide your face. Was this a way of saying he’s sorry for leaving you? Why else would he be so nice towards you and calling you all of these cute nicknames?
Well, that was Bray Wyatt for you.
The multi-tenant of the hotel dropped the key’s in the palm of Bray’s hand after he paid him, as he thanked the man, you and him had to go up to an elevator since there was no flight of stairs. Waiting for the elevator to say ‘’floor 2’’ where your designated hotel room was located, Bray caught you off guard, he grabbed your face and kissed you with hunger and lust. You gasped in between the deepened kiss, no time to think or say anything. You went along with the kiss while the elevator doors  propped open. 
‘’Can’t wait to show who owns you tonight, lamb.’’ He whispered in your ear, letting you breathe for a quick second,  getting you hot and bothered by the way he caught you off guard so quickly.
‘’I need you more than you know, Bray. Can’t wait much longer.’’ You confessed to the larger man, who had a strong but unforgettable grip around your waist as he kissed you once more. Thousands of goosebumps formed on your arms instantly because you were so turned on by the fact he was probably hard in his pants.
You moaned against his lips, he shut the door to the hotel room with one swift kick in his foot. Bray began to take off your clothing one by one, unfastening the buttons on your blouse, then yanking your bottoms completely off of you.
‘’Beautiful.’’ He breathed out, slipping his black shirt over his head and throwing it across the room. 
His hands slid across your curved waist, muttering under his breath ‘’how astonishing you were inside and out’’. Yeah, he felt bad for leaving you unnoticed, but he knew how to make everything better and make you forget that it ever happened in the first place. Bray got down to his pants and boxers, kicking them off of him as he gave himself a few pumps before leading you to the well-made bed.
You forgot how huge he was in size, but he knew how to make you feel good within every aspect. He hovered over you with all of his towering weight, his ocean blue eyes pierced into yours,
‘’Do you want to do this?’’ He questioned you, his thumb grazing over the head of his cock.
‘’Just fuck me, please Bray.’’ You pleaded, and just like that, he slid into your entrance with ease. He took the breath out of you for a glimpse of a second, but you managed to pull through. Bray held your arms tightly above your head, snapping his hips forward driving you over the edge. As he had complete control over you, his face fell into the crook of your neck, letting out an angelic moan of your name.
‘’Fuck, Y/N. I almost forgot how good you feel around my cock,’’ He praised you while a bead of sweat rolled down the side of your face. 
Letting out a long series of moans throughout the hollow hotel room, he flipped you over on your chest. His nails dug deep into either side of your waist, growling in your ear to send shock signals throughout your body along with a forced whimper from you. You scratched and clawed at the silhouette sheets of the bed, slacked jaw and all, he slammed into you with every ounce of his being.
‘’BRAY!’’ You shuttered out, another chanting of his name came out of you while he quickened the pace.
‘’Ah, f-fuck!’’ Bray’s hand wrapped around your long h/c hair to cover his whole hand with strands of your hair, fucking you from behind in oblivion. The sound of sex filled the walls of the hotel room alone, moans, curses, and panting also blocked out the sound of the heavy rain that thudded hard on the rooftops of the hotel. With one last thrust of his being, he pulled out before having to cum. 
‘’W-we’re not done yet, dollface. Get on your knees,’’ He announced to you, positioning his cock in front of your face. You knew exactly what he wanted, and you gave it to him. The heat in your core was still throbbing, he slid into your mouth. 
‘’Take me all the way in, dollface.’’ He begged, softly moaning from the feeling of how your mouth felt around his aching dick. Inching deeper almost down your throat, wet glossy tears formed in the creases of your eyes. You pulled away, you had a soft, delicate grip on him. Giving him a few sloppy strokes of your hand before taking him in your mouth again sent him off to another universe.
‘’O-o-oh my god, i’m gonna c-cum.’’ He warned, holding your head gently into place. Not wanting to release in your mouth, his cock slipped out of your parted lips, cumming on your breasts. 
‘’Such a good girl.’’ Bray slipped his finger in your mouth for you to suck on, watching you suck his finger clean. 
Humming at the taste, you got off of your knees and brought yourself back up to his level. The 6’3 man gave you aftercare as you remembered after sex, kissing you in the spots where they felt the most sensitive to you. He covered you up with the thick material of the blankets, holding onto you throughout the night without a single bother in the world drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, you groggily groaned. One of your eyes decided to blink open, Bray was still in the exact same spot where you and him slept together. His arms folded across his chest, snoring lightly. You gave Bray a little shake on the arm.
‘’Baby, wake up.’’ You quietly mumbled, your hand resting on his tattooed chest.
‘’Rrr. Is everything alright?’’ He half said in his sleep, turning over to face toward your side of the bed.
‘’Yes, everything is just fine. We gotta leave.’’ You slipped back on a fresh pair of clothes that was laying in your bag, slowly hoisting yourself up off of the bed to get motivated. Sitting on the edge of the luxurious hotel bed, Bray grasped onto your arm. 
‘’W-why?’’ He pouted, his eyes now beginning to arise open. 
‘’You want to go back home with me now do you?’’ You questioned him, all you could get out of him was a nod. You could tell your husband wasn’t fully awake yet.
‘’Yeah of course I do babe.’’ He replied finally, sitting up from the bed rubbing his eyes.
‘’That’s my man.’’ You smiled playfully at him.
***FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN, OCTOBER 14TH, 2022***
The lights went out just like at Extreme Rules. The fireflies had lightened the way throughout the arena, your husband, Bray Wyatt, came out with a lantern as a part of his past entrance that very night. 
‘’Don’t die for me brother,’’ The chorus of his new theme song screamed, waving flashlights of the audience’s phone cameras waving slowly in the air high as possible, cheering on for their hero Bray Wyatt himself. 
You were somewhere in the audience, cheering for him as well. Standing in the ring before the loyal fans and for those who were watching at home, he swung the lantern and placed it in the center of the ring, blowing out the blue light of the lantern that represented his best friend Brodie Lee. Looking around him, an emotional speech was about to be prepared.
‘’I am incredibly grateful and I am really nervous to be here but I never thought of this to happen,’’ He started to say, emotion washed over the face of Wyatt as he continued on the start of his powerful speech.
‘’And this is a version of me that I never got to introduce myself to you guys before. This is just me being genuine me for the first time in over 2 years.’’ 
‘’If it wasn’t for you guys, and my lovely wife Y/N L/N who is sitting out there in the audience somewhere tonight supporting me having my back, this all wouldn’t be possible without you guys. I wanted to say thank you. You guys saved my life.’’ 
Suddenly, the titranton for the white rabbit had appeared on the bigger screen, 
‘’Who killed the world? You did.’’ A deep voice portrayed as Bray Wyatt chanted seconds before he disappeared out of the ring leaving a cliff-hanger to the end of the show.
Everyone was in complete shock, yet still wanting to know more about this hero or face character that Bray just expressed to the whole world.
You swept a tear or two away from your face, still having a powerful impact over his short speech he delivered to the world that was watching. This moment was not only huge for him, but huge for you in a way you have never seen a promo so well delivered to fans who he cares about including you. After a two year absence away from the WWE, the place your partner called his home, he finally found himself again. 
The warming ‘’welcome back’’ chants from fans that were on Bray’s side all this time really hit home. People in the audience were leaving for the night, a fan that was in the audience from earlier on had crossed paths with you.
‘’Hey you. You’re Bray Wyatt’s wife, right?’’ The woman asked.
‘’Well, of course I am.’’ You chuckled in a reply, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs.
‘’No way! Can I get a picture with you?’’ She was awe-struck as can be running into the one and only Mrs. Wyatt.
‘’Yeah! I’m up for it. Let’s do it.’’ You flashed the young woman a smile, watching her pull out her cell phone. 
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‘’Thank you so much Mrs. Wyatt, I hope you have a wonderful night!’’ The young woman exclaimed in glee, tucking away her phone in her purse as she left your sight without any more explanation.
‘’Who was that just now, babe?’’ A male voice from behind you startled the living crap out of you making you jump out of your skin.
‘’Shit, Bray! You scared the living shit out of me.’’ You pressed a hand against your chest, despite the fact he was a spooky man, he sure could spook the daylights out of people. But in a good way to put it.
‘’And to answer your question, it was just a fan. Also, you made me cry during your speech, you bully.’’ You slightly punched him in the arm, giggling.
‘’Pulling on the fan’s and your heart strings is what I do best.’’ Bray laughed, hanging an arm around you. 
‘’Oh, you know I love you.’’ You kissed him on the lips, extremely grateful for the fact to have him back in your life.
‘’I love you so much more, baby. I’m never going to leave you again. I promise.’’ He stated.
‘’Let’s go home.’’
You slept through the car ride because you were exhausted from the miles traveled.
***Y/N’S DREAM***
A blue light beamed from the cracked opened door, you were in an unfamiliar tunnel. It felt surreal, this felt all like a dream. You dared to open the door where the beam of the blue light was coming from, a ghost image of Brodie had appeared in front of you. Standing right beside the ghostly faded image of Brodie was Erick and Braun. Erick, who was wearing his sheep mask, revealed his face to you.
‘’Y/N, where have you been all these years when we needed you the most?’’ Erick spoke in a soft, mesmerizing tone. 
‘’W…What do you mean, Erick? You moved on from The Wyatt Family completely and disappeared. Brodie? He unexpectedly passed away in 2020. This family is broken without him and you around,’’ You felt your tears fall like raindrops plopping down on the cement. 
‘’But what about me? You never forgot about me, have you Y/N?’’ Braun stepped in, reaching a hand out toward you to reel you in.
You swallowed a hard lump in your throat, fighting back glossy tears, you had the courage to speak upon your behalf:
‘’Braun… you’re still here keeping The Wyatt Family’s legacy alive and bright, right? Ever… ever since Erick left and Brodie dying 2 years ago, Bray has been an emotional wreck.’’
Choking back the tears, flashbacks of memories flooded through your head. The time when The Wyatt Family has rejoiced for one final reunion together in 2019. The time when Braun had to silence Bray once and for all, things were never the same.
‘’We love you, Y/N. We’re sorry.’’ The last and final words Erick had ever spoken to you in a million years. And just like that, the three Wyatt Family members vanished from your sight.
***END OF Y/N’S DREAM***
‘’Y/N? Y/N, we’re home.’’ Your partner Bray shook you from your sleep.
‘’Shit… I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,’’ You apologized, sniffling a little.
‘’Were you crying?’’ He questioned in concern, noticing the tear stains on your cheeks, his hand met your cheek, caressing. 
‘’You can tell me anything, dollface.’’
‘’I—- It’s nothing you would be interested in.’’ You tried avoiding the question, moving away in an ashamed way. 
This was such a hard topic to talk about with Bray, you thought. 
‘’It’s okay, doll. Let me know when you’re ready to talk about it. I’ll always be here for you every step of the way guaranteed.’’ He gave a weak smile to you, going in the house.
 You followed behind your lover, running upstairs to you and Bray’s shared room leaving him in the living room by himself. You needed time to think this through, was your dream meant to be dreamt about and come to life? Or was it just a fairy tale all along? You set your luggage down on the bed, and went through your old photos on your phone that you saved all these years. The picture of when you and him first met when he was still the character Husky Harris, the picture of where you and The Wyatt’s made history against The Shield. Everything was meant to happen with a story behind it.
You were afraid of the thought of getting a hold of Erick only because you thought he completely moved on from all of this, not just that, but the gut-wrenching thought of him putting all these memories you made with him, Bray, Brodie, and Braun in the history books kept away for good.
You were going to plan on telling your husband what was on your mind, but you just couldn’t due to the fact he had a soft heart. His heart couldn’t take losing his 2 best friends as he mentioned before in his promo. That promo he delivered was something he kept inside of him for 2 straight years. He just had to get it out of him and off of his chest for the greater good. 
Your heart beaten rapidly in and out of your chest, you felt your head swarm of too many overwhelming thoughts all at once. A knock had pondered upon the door.
‘’Y/N, can I come in?’’ Your husband’s voice bellowed through the wooden door to the bedroom.
‘’Now is not the time, Bray. I’m sorry.’’ 
‘’Come on, Y/N. Please let me in so we can talk. I know something is not right.’’
You just couldn’t let him know what exactly was wrong. You didn’t want to see him cry or become upset at all.
‘’Everything is fine, I promise you.’’ You lied straight through your teeth, eyes fixated upon the door knob attempting to turn.
‘’Y/N. You’re scaring me. Please, I beg of you, let me in for heaven’s sake,’’ Hearing your own half plead was something you would never want to hear, him banging on the door and trying to knock the door down was making things worse for not only you, but him.
‘’F-Fine. I will let you in.’’ You hid your own crying with a fake tone of voice, pretending everything was fine. But it really wasn’t. You hoisted yourself off the bed, walking calmly over to the door and unlocked the door. Taking a step back, Bray ran towards you and hugged you.
‘’Baby… I don’t like seeing you like this, Nothing is fine. I can tell by the way you are acting.’’ He scrutinized your body language, how you were on the edge of crying in front of him. He knew better. Hell, he even knew you more than you knew yourself.
‘’O-okay. I will tell you what’s wrong. It’s… just nothing has been the same anymore these days.’’
Bray raised an eyebrow.
‘’If it’s me, then I want you to promise me something under one condition. Promise you won’t leave me?’’
‘’Honey, it’s not you a-at all. I will never leave you. I promise from the bottom of my heart. It’s just life hasn’t been the same since Erick has lost contact and Brodie passing away and my god, life has just been awful.’’ You managed to pour your heart out to him, trusting your gut. A tear had shown on one of Bray’s eyes.
‘’I just wish I can help you, Brodie wouldn’t want this. He wouldn’t want to see you cry, and sure as hell me or Erick or Braun wouldn’t want to see you like this either. Things in life happen for a reason, god has called him home. Baby, just know this. He’s no longer hurting. And he wouldn’t want to see you hurting. He’s in a better place, and all we have to do is stay strong together, right?’’ 
‘’Th-that’s right..’’ Catching your breath, your breath was shallow. Huge arms embraced you into a big hug, the feeling you needed the most. Bray caressed the back of your head, whispering: ‘’It’s going to be okay.’’ to you. The two of you stood there in the room not letting go of each other.
‘’I love you so much, you know I would kill for you in a heartbeat.’’ He cupped either sides of your face, kissing you passionately. 
‘’I would do the same for you in return.’’ You answered.
‘’Always.’’
AUTHORS NOTE: So, this is over 4k+ words, but holy shit I was writing this for 2 hours straight. But feedback, likes, reblogs, or anything are appreciated! - Shar?
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offender42085 · 11 months
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Timothy Allan Shea Kydd, Florida inmate U41072, born 1989; sentenced in May 31, 2023 to time served; he had been since August 2019 resorting on the Florida Gulf Coast in the Hernando County Jail.  Kydd has also been a repeat customer with the Florida Dept of Corrections with three admissions since 2011 for a total confinement of 37 months.  
Attempted Murder, Preventing or Hindering a Firefighter, Threat to Throw or Place a Destructive Device, Battery on LEO/Firefighter
In early May 2023, a Florida man has been found guilty of trying to kill a woman with a hammer in 2019 because she wouldn’t have sex with him in an attack broken up by the woman’s child, who appeared in the doorway asking what was happening.
Timothy Allan Shea Kydd, 33, was convicted on one count of attempted murder in the second degree by Hernando County jurors.
The underlying incident occurred on Aug. 17, 2019, when HCSO deputies arrived at the victim’s residence in Brooksville, Florida.  The victim, identified only as Patricia, “screamed during this attack,” and her son witnessed the violence, the court document says. During the attack, Patricia’s son saw Kydd “strike his mother on the head with a hammer at least one time.” The woman’s “scream also alerted” a neighbor who looked out and saw “a white male defendant leave on foot from Patricia’s apartment,” the probable cause affidavit says.
Patricia told HCSO deputies that she barely knew her assailant when the horrific attack occurred. Rather, the two met in person “the day before” after meeting one another “on a social media site online,” the court document says. Patricia told deputies that she drove to an apartment in Ocala, Florida, to pick Kydd up the day before the attack. “She drove him back to her home,” the affidavit continues, “where he spent the night with her and her [7-year-old] child.”
According to the victim, after stopping to buy drinks, the two went to bed around 2 a.m. Kydd, she said, insisted on having sex – but she declined. When the two woke up, she told deputies Kydd still wanted sex – but she “still denied him,” the affidavit says.
Then Kydd asked for tools to fix a broken wheel on his backpack. The woman obliged the request but told the man that he needed to leave after he fixed his backpack. As she began to take the toolbox away, she turned her back, and that’s when “she felt a blow to her head and fell to the floor,” the affidavit says. Next, Kydd got on top of her as she screamed. The intervention of the victim’s child may have saved her life. The defendant left the woman’s apartment soon after her child appeared in the doorway to ask what was happening.
A neighbor who came to check on the commotion called 911 after being apprised of the attack. The victim was rushed to a hospital, where she was diagnosed with multiple skull fractures, including an orbital fracture and a cervical fracture.
Kydd was arrested at his mother’s home the next day.
After his arrest, Kydd was charged with numerous other offenses, including one count of criminal mischief for damaging a sprinkler head that caused his detention center pod to flood. He pleaded no contest to that charge. Almost exactly seven months later, the defendant did the same thing and was given an additional charge.
He pleaded guilty the second time.
Kydd has indicated that he will plead guilty to one count of written threats and one count of threatening to throw or place a bomb for allegedly sending a letter about a courthouse bomb to the judge overseeing his attempted murder case to delay proceedings.
“The courthouse was evacuated,” the sheriff’s office alleged in a press release at the time. “A check of the courthouse did reveal a suspicious item that was later deemed safe. Kydd admitted to sending the letter from the detention center. Kydd denied any involvement in having a device placed at the courthouse.”
In another case, Kydd pleaded guilty to battery on law enforcement for elbowing a detention deputy in the face.
This post will be updated as situations warrant.
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Brooksville, Florida - December 15, 2023
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I can smell the nostalgia of things I’ve never experienced before
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Chassahowitzka Wildlife Management Area. Brooksville, Florida. February 2023.
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I know it's true now. (at Brooksville, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiTeCsrLzQH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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WEEKI WACHEE
April 1957, photochrom period
Weeki Wachee, Florida United States
Published by: Modern Photographers
Photo by: Ted Lagerberg
Image Description:
Front: a photograph of two women swimming underwater wearing snorkeling equipment.
Back: Small text on top left reads "WEEKI WACHEE, FLORIDA SPRING OF THE MERMAIDS. Double ballet routines are performed under water by alternatively breathing from one air hose. Weeki Wachee Spring is on the Suncoast of Florida on U.S 19 at Fla. 50. and is home of the world's original underwater show. A note is written that reads "Hello Sherrell. I wish you were with us to see this place we are here with Jeanette. You ask [name, unsure] about it. This is a lovely day [unsure] Love, Nannue K. The right of the card features a post stamp that reads "Brooksville. FLA. April. 1957" and a 2 cent American postage stamp.
Collector info: This card was given to me by my friend's father from an antique show.
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Laielli Construction - A State-Certified General Contractor
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Laielli Construction is a state-certified general contractor and construction expert with years of hands-on experience. He operates a successful construction firm specializing in home design and sinkhole remediation. Kevin Laielli is proud to support his community
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