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The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Lisa sat in the edge of Amy’s bed while she brushed out her hair and then changed her jeans and blouse.
“So we’ll pick up Lyndy, head over to Maggie’s for a snack and to grab Lou and then paint and furniture ?”
“That’s the plan for today, I don’t expect we’ll get to window treatments and area rugs until the final paint choices so we can get swatched. What did you think about the space ?”
Lisa nodded “Pleasantly surprised actually, I didn’t know what to expect, nice sized rooms, a guest room slash office, new kitchen, 2 bathrooms.”
“I was scared it wouldn’t be bright but the windows are nice and big and they face well.” Amy said brushing out her hair. She checked herself in the mirror and stood up. “Ok, I’m ready let’s head over to the school.”
“Lyndy was positively bursting this morning.”
“She was, she’s very excited, a whole new adventure and she loves hanging out with the center kids.”
“You over last night Amy ?” Lisa asked as they sat in the mud room putting on shoes and boots.
Amy pulled on her boot and sat up to look at her “nothing to get over Lisa, it’s done and the only thing I want is their good wishes. What about Heartland, seriously, as if Grandpa thought to ever once ask me about Heartland, and I’m just down the road Lisa, Lyndy doesn’t even have to change buses. Thank you all for stepping up by the way. I don’t know, between Finn and the horses I work with and this.”
Lisa reached over and put her hand on Amy’s arm “Hey he loves you, sometimes it just comes out this way, he worries about you.”
“And there’s Ty, I know, you don’t have to say it, I’ll always love Ty, but he has to let me move on.” She sighed and then smiled “Come on or we’ll be late, let’s go pick out some purple paint.”
They took Amy’s truck in case they had to transport anything. Amy and the center had more than enough help to paint so they decided to conserve money by buying the paint and what supplies they needed She’d take what they could today and pick up the rest during the week. The furniture would probably have to be ordered.
After picking Lyndy up they sat at Maggie’s sharing two slices of Saskatoon pie with coffee for the adults and milk for Lyndy.
Amy swallowed and turned to Lisa “Hear from Jessica today ?”
“A text while she was waiting for her meeting, she’ll text when she’s done.”
“I hope she gets the job whatever the job is.”
“Magazine ad for men’s soap.”
“Men’s soap ? What’s men’s soap ?”
Lisa laughed “I don’t know soap with a manly smell I guess.”
It was Amy’s turn to laugh now “All the me I know smell like livestock and manure most of the time.”
Lou laughed at that point “I don’t think that’s what they’re shooting for.”
They were done and Amy checked her daughter’s face “Lyndy, go get washed up and we’ll head over to look at paint and get samples.”
“What are samples momma ?”
“They’ll give us little can of the paints we like to try on the walls and when we decide they’ll make the colors we choose and we’ll paint the walls.”
“I want purple.”
“I know Lyndy but there’s going to be 20 or 30 different purples. You can pick three or four and we can paint little squares on the wall in your room and you can choose the one you like most.”
“Like a game !!”
Lisa smiled “just like a game sweetheart and then you can help with the other rooms.”
“Ok, now go wash up.”
It was Wednesday before they could head over to paint on the swatches and Amy had promised Lyndy that she could help so Lisa and Jessica met Amy and Lyndy at the center house soon to be Amy’s new home.
They had fun painting the squares and waiting for the paint to dry though they’d come back in the morning to make sure that the colors were true. Lyndy, true to her word chose four somewhat light purples for her room. Amy on the other hand chose several shades of greys. They were interesting and tinted with other colors, green for her room, rose for the bathrooms, hallway and kitchen, and blue for the guest bedroom. The house was old and restored rather than redone and one of the features they made sure to keep were the intricate crown moldings which would be painted white along with the window sashes and ceilings.
It was early and dinner would be a small group with the men attending a Foothills Cowboy Association meeting and Lou at some Mayoral event. As such Lisa had declared it a pizza night and everyone, especially Lyndy, was fine with it. They needed half an hour for the paint to dry completely and decided on a walk since Amy wanted to check on the kids, the horses and Mrs. Renata Corazon, the centers’ new ranch mother.
“It’s really a nice space.” Jessica said as the came out of the house.
Amy’s response was cut short as a small gas engine kicked off and filled the air with sound. She stopped speaking rather than raise her voice and followed the sound around the corner of the house.
They found Mrs. Corazon and Clint leaning against the chicken wire covered fence post that surrounded what used to be the ranch’s vegetable garden watching three of the boys working alongside a fourth who was working a rather large tiller.
Amy smiled and stepped over to stand next to Mrs. Corazon who had turned and smiled at her when she noticed the younger now official facility director walking over.
“Renata, good to see you settling in.”
“It’s not a ranch without a garden Amy.”
Amy nodded “I agree 100 percent, we should get some chickens also. Where’d the tiller come from ?”
“Borrowed from the Potter’s next door, very nice people.”
“Little late to be planting.”
“For a lot but we can still plant late season greens and get a harvest.”
“And a good start for next year I guess.”
“Hello Renata.”
The middle aged woman looked down between herself and Amy and then leaned over with open arms. A moment later she stood with Lyndy arms around her neck.
“How are you today Lyndy ?”
“Good, we’re waiting for the paint to dry and then we’re having pizza.”
“Pizza huh, that sounds good, I’m making tacos for dinner.”
“I like tacos.”
“Then I will make them for you when you have start sharing dinner with us.”
“And lasagna.”
Renata laughed “I remember the lasagna and burgers and the stew sweetheart.”
“And it’s not just Renata’s job to cook for us Lyndy but for everyone at the center.”
“I know.”
One of the perks to Amy, would be that she and Lyndy would eat dinner with the group, a family dinner around a very large oak table in the oversized dining room on the first floor of the center house. They’d have breakfast upstairs in the apartment and lunch would go either way. For most of the year that would mean Lyndy having lunch at school.
“Lyndy, how about you introduce Renata to your grandmothers ?”
Lyndy nodded and Renata turned and let her down onto the ground.
“This is Grandma Jessica and this is Grandma Lisa but she’s really Great Grandma. This is Renata.”
They both smiled and introduced themselves formally and with handshakes as Jessica Cook and Lisa Stillman as did Renata in return.
“So you’ll be taking care of our girls from now on I guess.”
“Soon enough, that’s my job but Amy’s being stubborn about it so I promise to do my best.”
Lisa laughed “just make her chocolate chip cookies.”
“I like chocolate chip cookies.” Lyndy piped up.
Jessica leaned over to kiss her head “I can’t imagine why.”
“I don’t think it’s being stubborn to clean my own living space Renata.”
“It is when your job is 7 days a week and basically 24 hours a day.”
Amy’s answer was waylaid by her phone which she checked. Everyone saw her smile before her “excuse me”.
“Hey you, all done ?”
“And on the way, I’ll be in Hudson by 6 or so, think I can take you and Lyndy to dinner ?”
“Nope but you can pick up two pizzas and two dozen garlic knots and bring them to the house. Grandpa and dad are telling tall tales tonight.”
“So the coast is clear ?”
“This has nothing to do with you Finn.”
“And ?”
Amy laughed “the coast is clear.”
“Then I’ll text when I’m at the pizza shop.”
“Finn ?” Jessica asked when Amy turned back.
“On his way home and picking up our pizzas. How about you three look around, I should check in with Logan or Michelle and I’ll find you in 5 minutes.”
“You won’t find them Amy; Michelle, Logan and the girls are out exercising the horses. I’ll have one of them check in with you when they’re back.
Amy nodded “thank you Renata, I’ll talk to you after dinner. I guess we’ll check the paint and head back to Heartland. Clint you need me for something ?”
Clint smiled “for everything but tomorrow will do.”
Amy smiled back “Call if you need me and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Katie was waiting when they got back to Heartland and was happy to watch over Lyndy while Amy got some work done with the horses. Amy assumed Jack was out at the herd
and felt a little guilty that she felt relieved they wouldn’t have to talk about Finn again. She sighed when after an hour she glanced up from the round pen where she was working and saw him and her dad coming over the rise.
“How did everything go today Amy ?”
Amy stopped and turned “It went good dad, I’ll double check the colors in the morning and place the paint order so hopefully we’ll get that done over the weekend.”
“So what do you think, a month ?”
“I guess thereabouts, it really depends on the furniture and appliances for now.”
“Tim, can we get these horses settled so I can shower ?”
“Yes Jack, in a minute.”
“Amy, everything Ok ?”
Amy nodded “All good Grandpa.”
Tim turned towards Champ and then stopped again “let me know if you need help with anything Amy.”
“Thanks Dad.”
Guiltily she waited until her dad and grandfather were done with their horses before leading Farraj, the horse she had been working with into the barn to brush him down.
She watched her dad head upstairs to the loft and her grandfather walk to the entrance and stop.
“Count me in for the help too Amy.”
“You mean that Grandpa ?” Amy asked stopping a couple meters from him.
“Of course I do.”
“Well then thank you and I’ll let you know.”
“Need help now ?”
Amy smiled “I’m good Grandpa, you should go get ready or you’ll be late for the tall tales.”
Jack laughed “it’s not just tall tales Amy.”
“I know, there’s drinking, back slapping and food that’s definitely bad for you.”
“Ok, Ok.” Jack chuckled “I’ll see you inside.”
“I’ll be in soon.”
She spent longer in the barn than she had planned on deciding to check on the rest of the horses and take care of the worst of the stalls. It would make night check easier. That time translated into her walking back with Tim who was on his way to grab Jack for the meeting and waited for her.
“Excited about moving ?”
“And nervous, thanks for the other night by the way.”
“I think this might actually be best for you Amy. Jess is sure of it.”
“I have to try.” Amy answered softly.
“I’m sure you’ll do better than try.”
“Thanks dad.”
“When does Finn get back ?”
“Soon, he’s bringing the pizza.”
Tim smiled and held the door open for her.
Finn’s text came as Tim’s truck backed away. Lisa, Jessica, Amy and Lyndy were sitting on the porch.
“Hey, where are you ?”
“Just pulling in, I assume there’s an order ready ?”
“Under Fleming, all paid for, 2 pies and garlic knots, add anything you want.”
“See you in uh 10 – 15 minutes ? And Amy could you put up a pot of coffee please ?”
“Right now, drive safe.”
When she saw the green truck pull up Amy went out to meet Finn and help him with the food. She grabbed the two bags he was carrying and left the pizza in his hands. She leaned up and kissed him.
“Good trip ?” She asked as they walked up the steps to where Lisa was holding open the door to the house.
“It was, you, the paint and furniture ?”
“It was good, I’d like you to look.”
“My only schedule tomorrow is working with the kids at the center in the afternoon so just let me know.”
The big surprise of the evening was Finn adding zeppoles to the mix. Lyndy had never had one and immediately fell in love with the small warm and crisp fried dough balls covered in confectioners sugar and was quickly covered in the white powder. She was allowed two and promised one for an after camp snack the next day.
Once done she was whisked off by Katie who volunteered to get her cleaned up and changed for bed. With dinner away they settled on the porch with coffee where Amy and Finn took the bench and where Lyndy joined them with a book for Amy to read to her. Her second yawn was the signal for bed and Amy excused herself to get her into bed after a round of hugs and a nose kiss from Katie.
Jessica sipped her coffee and savored the swallow “I guess we won’t be seeing you around much longer Finn.”
“I’ll be around Jessica.”
“Around the center though.”
“Well yeah I doubt I’ll be showing up with pizza if Amy’s living there.”
“Maybe just some zeppoles every now and again ?”
Finn laughed “Maybe Lisa, how are things going at Fairfield ?”
“Nothing much different except Platinum Bow relaxing rather than traveling. The stone bruise seems to be healing well.”
“That’s good, have them keep an eye on it though, they can be tricky.”
“What can be tricky ?” Amy asked coming out.
“Stone bruises, Amy could you take a look ?”
“Platinum Bow ?”
Lisa nodded.
“I’ll talk to Scott and come by, of course.”
“And bring Finn ?” Lisa asked with a smile.
“That shouldn’t be too hard.”
“I should get home, how about we meet at Fairfield in the morning and you can head to the center from there ?”
“9 Ok ?”
“9 is fine, I’ve gotta pay for the truck at 11 so we’re good.”
“I’ll walk you down.”
Finn said goodnight to Lisa, Jessica and Katie who was occupying her normal spot on the stairs and took Amy’s hand when they stepped to the ground. They stood behind the open door and he slipped his hands onto her waist.
“I missed you.”
Amy smiled “I missed you too, weird huh ?”
“It’s good to hear though, see ya in morning ?”
“You gonna kiss me in front of an audience of admirers Finn Cotter ?”
“We don’t want to disappoint them.”
Amy smiled and nodded no while mouthing “no we don’t” and leaned against him raising her lips to his as he pulled her gently closer. When their lips pulled apart she dropped her head to his chest and felt his hand move to the small of her back. She sighed when she felt him relax his hands back to her hips.
They had both heard Lou pulling up in her SUV and smiled when she called out “Ok, break it up you two.”
“Sleep well Amy Fleming.”
“See you in the morning Finn.”
Amy followed Lou up to the porch where Katie was actually waiting to say goodnight.
“Any coffee left ?” Lou asked after Katie made the goodnight rounds on the porch and headed up to her room.
“Should be a couple cups, I’ll split what’s left with you lou, come on, how was your meeting ?” Amy asked walking into the kitchen.
“Not as exciting as that kiss.” Lou said softy “Have you two ?”
“Lou !!” Amy hissed.
“What Amy, it’s just a question that I guess is a no or you’d be blushing.”
“It’s a no but it’s, I don’t know, fine for now, it hasn’t been an issue.”
“As long as you’re both fine with it, has he ?”
“We’re good Lou.”
“So when’s the big date, this Saturday right ?”
“Saturday night though we went to KO’s this past Saturday with Cass and Caleb. Want to see my outfit ?”
Lou smiled “Of course, let’s say good night on the porch first.”
“I’m not trying it on.”
Laugh smiled “Of course you’re trying it on, come on.”
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Sypnopsis - Professor Crowley helping you his dear student relive some stress.
Warnings - Smut 18+, Teacher x student, squirting, dirty talk, humiliation, gagging, flattery!
A/n - I was been supposed to get this done. Sorry for the delay I got really busy with school. But it’s out now thanks for the support! And also before anyone starts Y/n is grown. REBLOG PLS!!
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“It’s been months since I’ve seen my family! My friends hell even my enemies.” What have you been doing this whole time? Answer me, Crowley,” you demanded!
“Y/n I have a school to run on top of trying to solve your impossible dilemma. For all I know you might’ve fallen from the sky like the tums.” Well, you’re not doing a good job at your school if your students keep overblotting,” you snapped.
You were tired of Crowley's BS that’s why you stormed into his office. You were currently standing over his desk looking his stupid mask in the eyes. He sat on his chair which resembled a bird cage.
“I have to be the one to stop them from dying because conveniently somehow you’re never around. You told me I could be a student here, not a therapist.” As pathetic as it may be you began to cry the built stress of holding back your feelings let loose.
“I need help myself I don’t have time to help others. Please Crowley help me find a way home,” you sobbed. Crowley sighed before clutching you closer to him.
“I'm a generous headmaster I hate to see my students under such stress. Especially beautiful ones that I’m trying to help every day. Crowley pulled your hands away from your face. Here come closer Y/n.” You followed his instructions as he pulled slightly on your arm.
He opened up one of his desk drawers to a file with your name on it. “This is everything I’ve collected on you so far even after using my global resources,” he spoke.”You read through the files while bent over his desk for a better view.
You could see how every lead he got was scratched off. It was hard to read since he had chicken scribble but you got through most of it. Crowley had been trying. But this file just proved one more thing you were never getting home. In a moment of shock you fell back and the tears began to stream again. You were in Crowleys now lap to upset to move. “Sorry Mr. Crowley,” you sniffed. “I can see now that you have been trying.”
“Yes this whole time this situation has been stressful for me as well since you’re quite troublesome on campus,” he joked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. “I guess you have it hard too.” You shifted so that you could look at him not even remembering that you were on his lap.
“Um yeah I guess you could say that,” he coughed. For a second you wondered what he meant by that and then you felt it. His large hard on pressing onto your back. “Oh I should get up,” you yelped.
“No, I don’t mind you staying here. You look too pretty when you cry. And it seems like we could both use a little bit of a stress relief. Look at how tense you are.” He started to massage your shoulders then his hands rolled down to your neck.
You let out a sharp exhale startled by his cold hand on such a sensitive area. He began to grind himself into your now-exposed panties since your skirt was lifted. “I’ll continue only if you want me to Y/n. It’s an honor to make love to someone like me,” he chuckled.
“I’ve never done anything like this Mr. Crowley.” It’s okay I’ll walk you through it there’s no way you won’t enjoy your time with me.” Okay I’ll try then.”
“But are we gonna do it here? What if someone walks in?” They can’t do much to the I'm the headmaster after all.” His hands gripped your ass giving it a firm squeeze. “I don’t know Mister this seems like a bad idea.
“Hey,” you protested. “Just calm down.” His fingers ghosted over your pussy causing you to squirm. “Squirming already I guess you’re nervous. I would be too if I were having sex with me.”
“Shhh just sit and relax.” He put your legs on each side of the chair legs and held your back for support. “Let’s get these useless things off.” He cut off your panties in an instant with his claws.
“Your egos too high,” you spoke. “And your mouth is too smart it would be best if I stuff you quiet.” What huh.” You asked not fully registering what he meant. The leftover fabric of your panties was stuffed in your mouth.
“That’s better.” One of his hands gripped your thigh tighter as the other worked off his golden claws and gloves. You waited watching his every move. His fingers were abnormally long and slender. He also had claw-like fingernails on all but two of his middle fingers. You didn’t think Mr. Crowley would get any pussy he seemed too busy but you were wrong. He knew exactly what to do massaging your clit while teasing your fluttering hole.
Your moans could be heard through your gag. “Feels good huh?” I can tell it does look at how you’ll suck me up.” He inserted his finger then and your heat greedily accepted him.
“See I’m always right!” You ready to take the next one? He questioned inbetween tasting your juices on his finger. You shook your head quickly slightly ashamed at your eagerness. The stretch felt heavenly to the point where you sunk your hips down further on his fingers.
“So needy huh? You needed this Y/n you need me huh?” You shook your head again grinding yourself up and down on his fingers. By now your pussy was so wet it started to make lewd sounds.
They got louder and louder the longer you fucked yourself on his fingers. Crowley sat back admiring the view. Your pussy was on full display since your uniform skirt was lifted. You felt his eyes burning onto you. His gaze wasn’t a judgemental but a loving one.
He realized how much of a slut he just found. He would just have to train you to realize it. But you were quickly breaking out of your box. Your moans were turning into whines. You were close now bouncing on his curved fingers like a fuck rabbit.
Your hands dug into his shoulders landing on his soft feather-filled Shaw. You buried your face in his neck too ashamed to face him. “Most women would get tired by now and want me to fuck them. I guess you young ones have more stamina.”
He was such a talkative asshole you wish that he would shut up. But you couldn’t stop now when you were so close to cumming. You were so close to letting go your juices were dripping down his fingers wetting his dress shirt.
“Such a loud sloppy mess for me. You’re doing so good Let me see how you feel with this.” He stopped all motion leaving you breathless. For a second you were hopeless that he was gonna help you finish. But his hands boosted your thighs up now your pussy was nearing his mouth.
You gasped into your gag you were high up now with no support other than his hair to hold. “Shh calm down I never dropped anyone doing this. Just give in everything will be okay.” He spoke sending vibrations and chills up your already shakey spine. He licked up around your thighs purposefully missing your needy parts. You whined pulling him forward. “Lick here.” You tried to illustrate through your gag.
This was the longest you’ve been edged your entire impatient life. You used your tongue to push your gag out you could’ve taken being bound any longer. “Headmage please I need your mouth. I need to cum or I think I’ll go crazy. Now stop being a fucking tease,” you demanded. “That’s not nice language young lady.” Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you pleaded.
“Fine, I’ll be kind enough to spare you.” Ahh! You screamed being unexpectedly dropped. You were back on Crowley's lap then you were back on the desk. You spread your legs again and finally after what felt like forever his mouth met your clit.
You wrapped your legs around his head tightly. “You’re not escaping this bit.” No problem I can stay like this for hours,” he murmured. He began to lap up your juices that had pilled up from all his teasing.
“Mmm, that feels good.” Doesn't it baby I heard my head game is superior.” Stop hearing and start focusing,” you instructed. “You’re insufferable,” you sighed. “And you're sweet so sweet,” he explained through slurps.
“Mmm Crowley,” you groaned. “You’re so naughty y/n I feel you twitching on my tongue. Are you about to cum? You must be look at how you’re shaking.” You hadn’t even noticed that how your body was reacting.
“Yes I’m about to cum!” Hmm,” he pondered. “Should I really let you cum? I don’t think this naughty pussy deserves it.” He teased while slapping your clit. You tightened in surprise and sprung up. “Crowley!”
“Fuck please just let me I’ve been waiting so long.” He gave you a reassuring glance latching his mouth to your clit. This time you knew he would allow you to cum. He didn’t let up for a second not even to breathe.
His mask partially lifted but you were too out of it to look at his secret identity. Your vision began to blur so you just shut your eyes as tight as they could go. Crowley didn’t like how your body was pulling away so his arm held your stomach down.
There was no escaping his tounges harsh attack even after you began to cum. He continued prolonging your orgasm. Your toes curled and even the iron grip he had on your waist wasn’t enough to stop you from shaking.
“Fuck I’m gonna! Ahh, I’m gonna squirt if you keep that up,” you warned. “I don’t mind the mess my dear but I do mind your volume.” He explained before pulling you into a smothering kiss.
You let go completely over his lanky fingers. “Headmage!! You screamed into his mouth. His tongue swayed across yours muffling your sound. “Ahh.” You sighed relieved that your edging was over. You were trying to relax your breathing for a moment before you hit Crowley. “What the fuck why are you such a tease?!”
“I have to be and anyways you should be grateful look at how hard you came.” You left my desk all sticky.” Well it’s gonna stay that way,” you chuckled. You slid off his desk pulling your panties back up.
“C’mon don’t leave my little stress reliever. Don’t you want to help your dear Headmage out a little more after I was so kind to you?” He grabbed his buldge and for a second you wanted to go back down on your knees.
But the bell ringing distracted your thoughts. “I need to be a good student like I said earlier. So bye Crowley. You left leaving him a hard insatiable mess.
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Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 226
Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.
A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.
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The lull of the truck was a stark contrast to the hurricane inside Mitch's head as he drove away from Leah's place few hours later.
Their parting words at her driveway echoed in his ears as Mitch kept his eyes on the horizon that seemed unattainable. It was hard for him to wrap his mind around what had just happened.
"Don't be a stranger", Leah had said as they had broken off their embrace in front of his truck as they had said their goodbyes.
"I try not to be", Mitch had promised, a gentle smile on his lips. "Take care."
Coming to visit Leah, he had had no idea what he was in for, but everything had gone so much better than he could have ever imagined. It was hard to believe it was all even real.
There had been a point, just few days ago, where Mitch had realized he had not really thought about Leah for a long period of time. It had been strange to think about just how much time had passed in order for that to happen, as he had done nothing but think about her after their break-up back in the day, even after years later, due to the situation they had found themselves in.
Then, just some days ago, he had come up with the idea of reaching out to her, not knowing if she'd ever respond or would even have a neutral response to him.
Now, he was leaving her place with a promise to stay in touch in the future.
It had all happened so fast eventually, and yet, it had taken them for years to get to this point.
Everything - the memories, the speculation, the mixed feelings - had been living inside Mitch's mind for years now, but at this very moment it felt like he was literally moving from the past to the future as his truck was heading back home.
It wasn't all cleared out yet, but this had been a huge first step.
Dwelling in the transition made Mitch overwhelmed, and it started to feel like some type of anxious sensation was working its way out of him, through him, like a fever spell.
After he started feeling his breathing getting more shallow and a familiar tingling of a panic attack rising up to the surface, Mitch pulled up the shoulder of the road and turned off the engine, trying to make sure he wouldn't involuntarily cause an accident.
The blood pounded in his ears which didn't help the sensation of feeling like he was the only man on Earth as there was no other noise than the shortness of his breath and the thudding of his heart on his chest.
With shaking hands, Mitch clutched the steering wheel while it felt like his legs were disappearing as they tingled. He kept closing and opening his eyes repeatedly, hoping the disfigured vision would become normal at some point.
Usually, this type of episode would left him reeling, but now, surprisingly the gasps turned into a relieved laugh.
As if he had been facing a crossroad where he had thought that he was either dying or turning crazy, but instead he had made a 180 and left both of those options behind him.
He wasn't trying to suppress this feeling because there was no use in trying to suffocate it anymore; he had taken the first step and it had gone well. The trigger of this episode was currently being destroyed by a wrecking ball.
Wiping his sweaty forehead, Mitch did his best to calm himself down. When he was able to use his hands again by grabbing the handle of the door, it eventually swung open, letting in fresh air.
Mitch leaned back and closed his eyes, taking a long, slow deep breath. Slowly, but surely, he felt the bile retreating in his throat.
He wasn't sure how long the panic attack had lasted exactly, but for him it had felt like minutes. Usually it could feel longer. Despite that, the aftermath felt the same; his body felt weak now, so there was no use of getting back on the road yet as he didn't want to endanger anyone else - or himself.
Instead, he found his phone from the pocket of his jacket that was spread next to him on the passenger seat and looked up Amy's number.
Mitch knew that Amy was at the rodeo, so she most likely wouldn't answer, but he still wanted to leave her a message. That's what they usually did whenever they wanted to keep in touch when the other one was busy.
It was a nice pick-me-up at the end of the day to hear the other one's voice, telling you about their day.
And just like he had predicted, the phone call went straight to the voicemail.
"Hey, it's me. I hope you're having fun at the rodeo. I don't know when you'll be listening to this message, but I just wanted to let you know I was... thinking about you and felt like reaching out, I guess", Mitch spoke out.
As he was imagining Amy listening to this, he began smiling.
"I'm driving back to Hudson after meeting Leah. It went better than I expected; I'll fill you in later. I appreciate you giving me the support you did so I would be able to do it. Maybe we could meet up tomorrow? Meet at the meadow at dawn, after work? Check out Diablo, while we're at it. I don't know. Let me know. I'd love to hear about your day, too."
His eyes looked around, and Mitch noticed his vision was more clear now. Just thinking about Amy seemed to help him calm down. The feeling of anxiety was replaced with the warm feelings of falling in love.
"Anyway... Uh, yeah. Call me. Or text me, whatever's best for you. Talk to you later. Bye", he finished his message.
Putting the phone away, he sat there for a while, thinking how his natural instinct had been to call Amy. Even though their lives were still very much separate, she had become part of his life in a way he had not expected; even when she wasn't there physically, she was always there in spirit, inspiring him and pushing him on.
Hopefully it would continue to be that way and maybe eventually they could incorporate more time together once Amy was ready to tell about them to the rest of her family.
When Mitch had calmed down, he pulled the door shut and then turned the key in the ignition. After he had steered the truck back on the road, his fingers looked to turn on the radio.
Maybe singing along to his favorite tunes would help him feel even better.
****
After doing his evening chores and checking everything was okay with Maverick and Whisky, Mitch took out his phone from his back pocket, hoping maybe Amy had reached out to him by now.
When there was no call or even a text message, Mitch wondered if maybe she had just been so busy or was too tired to reply.
Still, he checked the bars on the upper corner, making sure if wasn't about having a bad connection.
He didn't want to be too pushy, because he knew that Amy was so busy with so many things, but Mitch still wanted to let her know he was thinking about her, so instead of calling, he figured text was more lowkey approach.
"Hope you got home okay" and a little heart emoji was what he sent out before putting the phone away and getting ready to brush his teeth.
****
The next morning, when Mitch's alarm went off, he reached out to turn it down. The alarm not only reminded him that it was time to wake up, but also that it was a new day.
Maybe Amy had replied as she was usually up this early too, doing chores, and that was usually her "alone time" where she often sent him a "good morning" text.
But when he opened their conversation, Mitch noticed his message from last night had not even gone through.
"Huh..." Mitch hummed and figured he could try turning his phone off and back on to make sure it wasn't his side that was blocking the messages.
Perhaps there was an update that his phone was pushing and that's why it was being annoying.
While his phone was getting back on, Mitch got up and walked to the bathroom, leaving his phone to wait for him on the kitchen table.
After doing his morning washing up, he came back and checked the phone again. According to its status, it should have been working just fine.
When he started to feel a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, Mitch had to re-evaluate if he was being clingy or if there was cause for concern.
He didn't want to scare Amy away, but at the same time he couldn't deny he cared to know what was going on with her.
The problem with this situation they were in was that they weren't openly together, therefore he couldn't just check from Jack or Lisa, who both lived at Heartland as well, if they had seen Amy and if she was just busy.
Mitch didn't even care about getting a reply, but instead his main concern was to know Amy was okay.
To calm himself down, he tried to go over the situation with the facts that he had.
Yesterday, Amy had attended a rodeo in Calgary with Jade and her girlfriend. She had had a ticket for Georgie as well, but due to their current situation, he was under the impression Georgie was staying at Wyatt's (for now?), so she had probably not joined them.
No, wait, Mitch then recalled.
What had Amy said about that job interview the other day? The guy had texted him, and she had pushed that over to the next day - which had been yesterday.
So, had she done both?
But from what he could recall them talking, Amy had said that she was planning to leave early in the morning to the rodeo. So had the job interview been later in the day then?
If that was the case, it was no wonder she wasn't replying. She must have been exhausted, on top of looking after Lyndy.
Still, Mitch couldn't shake the feeling. He didn't like being in the dark, but he had to keep reminding himself that he needed to be patient.
One of the things he had struggled with in the military had been not knowing what was going to happen and when, but it had been something he could have not changed, so he had just had to adapt.
So maybe he could do it again.
Amy would reply eventually.
He had to trust that.
****
Later that day, when Mitch mounted Maverick for work, he took out his phone from his pocket and made a call to Tim, so his partner would know that he was on his way to meet him as they had plans to check on the cattle.
Tim didn't always check on his text messages, so it was better to call him. Not to mention, Mitch could also test out if his phone was working properly.
Today, it even took him a while to answer his phone, so Tim definitely wouldn't have noticed any text.
"Yes?" the older cowboy's stern voice on the other end asserted.
"Well, hello to you too", Mitch said.
He knew Tim wasn't typically a ray of sunshine, but Mitch still expected people to have good manners when interacting with other people.
Still, he wasn't going to get hung up on it or take it personally, but Mitch did always tried his best to point out when Tim's attitude could use some work, because maybe eventually he would decide to do something about it if he was told about it enough.
"Sorry, it's just been... long 24 hours", Tim sighed, still sounding like he was stressed. "What is it?"
"I was just letting you know I'm on my way. Do we meet at the usual place?" Mitch checked, collecting his reins and slowly giving Maverick a cue to start walking.
"Oh, right..." Tim sighed at the other end. It sounded like whatever weight he had had on his shoulder had suddenly doubled. "Forgot about that. -- Listen, I can't make it today."
"Everything okay...?" Mitch's annoyance was now turning to worry, as he knew Tim had had health scare and a surgery due to it somewhat recently and it was almost starting to sound like maybe this was more about something like that than him just having a bad day.
"Amy's in a hospital, so I'm gonna stick by her side today-- or however long this is going to take", Tim said, his sentence making Mitch heart drop.
"H-hospital...?" he echoed. "What's happened...?"
He was trying to remain calm, even though his whole body was suddenly trembling.
"She was at the rodeo yesterday and hit her head really bad, and they're keeping her in a coma for now. They're still running all kinds of tests and... we don't know how long this will take", Tim summed up. "It's just..." his voice suddenly sounded strained, like he was choking back tears.
Mitch had so many questions, but at the same time he didn't know if it was his place to ask them.
"Anyway. If you could just check on the cattle today on your own. Or maybe ask a friend to join you. We're all a bit tied up here. I don't want to leave her side till we know more", Tim requested.
At first Mitch couldn't understand why Tim was even worrying about the cattle right now, because Amy had gotten seriously hurt and that should have been their main talking point, but he then remembered that Tim actually didn't understand just how personally invested he, too, was.
What Mitch wanted Tim to tell him was more about Amy's situation, but in Tim's mind, it wasn't really something he figured Mitch should be concerned with because he didn't know that he and Amy were together.
Tim only saw Mitch as his business partner.
Right now, Mitch didn't want to ride out and check on the cattle like Tim had requested. What he really wanted to do was rush to the hospital as well, but he wasn't family.
And none of Amy's family even knew he was dating her.
Well, except for Georgie - and Lou.
But time for that kind of announcement wasn't now, he figured. The family had enough to deal with as it was.
"S-sure, absolutely", Mitch replied, trying to keep himself breathing. "I hope Amy's going to be okay", he added, feeling his chest tighten.
"As do we all", Tim agreed. "I'll let you know when-- if something changes. I trust you to run the business on your own for now."
"Of course. Thanks, Tim. Take care of yourself", Mitch said before they ended the call.
Mitch pulled the reins and stopped Maverick. He stared at the phone for what seemed like minutes at first, then looked around him. It was a beautiful summer day and yet everything felt grim.
These last 24 hours had been so surreal and they were getting even stranger.
Yesterday and this morning, he had been anxiously waiting for Amy to return his text, but now he didn't even know if she was going to survive this traumatic accident.
How long it would have taken for him to get the news had he not called Tim now?
If he had thought waiting for a text would drive him crazy, waiting for updates about this was going to be even worse.
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I've seen several people say Chrissy Cunningham has horse girl energy, and as a life long, card carrying, currently professionally employed horse girl ...I kinda want to write the AU. Featuring thing such as...
The Cunninghams own a fancy fancy hunter-jumper barn, the kind full of high five to six figure show horses that winter in Florida. Chrissy's mom trains the hunters and equitation riders and her dad does the jumpers.
Chrissy as the Hunter/Big-Eq Princess. Hunters and Equitation are disciplines that have a not entirely undeserved reputation for being toxic af at the upper levels. Both are centered around a kinda subjective ideal of how a horse (hunters) and rider (equitation) should look/move. There are plenty of genuinely good riders in both disciplines, but there’s also a reputation of “the thinnest girl with the longest legs on the most expensive horse” ends up sweeping every class. I’ve heard plenty of horror stories of coaches being straight up verbally and emotionally abusive to their students, a lot of eating disorders, and (especially when male coaches are involved) SA is not unheard of either. So it seems like an environment rife for Chrissy to end up in a similar mental state as she does in canon.
Jason the Jumper. Jumpers are a bit more rough and tumble, focusing less on perfection and style, and more on getting over the biggest jumps as fast as you damn can without knocking down any rails. Agility, power, and speed are the name of the game. Big jock energy. He’s a bit of a reactive prick when he rides though and is too heavy handed with his horses.
Wayne takes a job working as the general handyman on the Cunningham’s farm and Eddie and him move into the cabin on the property. They used to live in Indianapolis but Eddie crossed the wrong people in his drug dealing, so Wayne (who grew up in the country) quit his factory job to move them out to the farm in hopes of helping Eddie start over fresh. They move in during the winter when a lot of the horses are still down in Florida and he fucking hates it. There’s nothing to do, he doesn’t know shit about horses, they’re big and scary, and he has to muck stalls which he thinks sucks.
Spring comes, the show horses and rides who have been gone in Florida come back, and he sees Chrissy for the first time. This itty bitty slip of a thing sailing around on a 17hh horse over three and a half foot jumps like it’s absolute nothing and he is entranced. Suddenly (and Wayne fucking knows) he’s asking to do more chores, spend more time around the barn, just so he can watch Chrissy ride...and in the process realizes Jason’s a dick (both to Chrissy and to his horses) and sees how brutal Chrissy’s mom can be to her during her lessons. He starts to really think this whole horse riding thing in general might be bullshit.
It starts getting hot and Eddie does not know how to cope at first. Chrissy sees him about to die of heat exhaustion with his long ass hair and gives him her scrunchy to put his hair up in a man bun. He keeps it. Also a lot of sweaty Eddie in tank tops with tattoos on full display doing manual labor.
Eddie has a motorcycle cause why not? Hell yeah Chrissy’s gonna ride behind him like a little back pack.
Chrissy’s childhood pony colics (potentially deadly tummy ache for horses) and Eddie stays up with her all night taking turns walking the pony and offering it water, he lets her sleep and spends hours just going up and down the barn aisle with this damn pony.
Eddie turns out to be a natural with horses on the ground once he starts warming up to them. He’s a naturally empathetic and sensitive dude, I could see him picking up on how to read horses’ body language and how to work with them pretty quickly. He’s able to calm down one of Jason’s upset, panicky horses when Jason’s temper is only making things worse, which pisses Jason off to no end.
Chrissy teaches Eddie to ride. He eventually is...sufficiently competent. Maybe one day she gets him his own scruffy ass horse to ride around on the farm with her. Chrissy starts enjoying riding for riding again without feeling all the pressure from her mom and competing.
Eddie is really really into Chrissy wearing her riding clothes. Tight ass pants for the win.
Eddie helps Chrissy change her discipline over to Jumpers. He sees how stifling the Hunter/Eq world is for Chrissy and encourages her to either quit or try something different. Her mom will flip if Chrissy tries to do something else, so Eddie helps her sneak around to practice for switching to the Jumpers and she eventually goes head to head with Jason.
Chrissy has a nasty fall at a big horse show. Hurt/comfort feelings ensue.
Chrissy starts teaching some beginner lessons. Eddie encourages her since he hasn’t died yet and she taught him, and turns out to be really good at it/enjoys working with the kids and helping them learn to love something she’s so passionate about. It helps her as she’s recovering from her fall.
Eddie’s past catches up with him?
#hellcheer#eddissy#hellcheer fanfiction#eddissy fanfiction#hellcheer fanfic#edissy fanfic#hellcheer au#hellcheer au ideas#the issue is that the last time I tried to do a horse based AU#I had to have a fucking glossary at the end of every chapter#it's like#heartland meets hellcheer#but with less cowboys and natural horsemanship#and more bitchy hunter/jumpers
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Any suggestions for a possible Heartland book...I’m sadly only on season 3
Comment any storyline suggestions if you’d be interested in reading ❤️
#heartland#amy fleming#amber marshall#heartland x reader#heartland fanfiction#heartland season 3#graham wardle#ty borden#ty borden x reader#wattpad fanfiction#comments really appreciated
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●°●DAISY WEBB●°●
●HIS DOWN BITCH,HER CHOLO●
#fanfic#wattpad#original character#jd pardo#j.d pardo#ez reyes#mayans mc fic#mayans mc fanfiction#mayans#alisha newton#georgiefleming#georgieheartland#georgie fleming morris#georgie#heartlandgeorgie#heartland#ernestomendoza#hoperanch2002#hoperanch#j.t hope#hope ranch
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Bad Business: A Heartland Murder Mystery EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
One Month Later
A Certain Private Fishing Cabin
The fire over which they had cooked the fish Jack caught was mellowing. A cool breeze drifted through the valley from the mountains and the river waters babbled softly in the hush of the advancing evening.
Jack and Lisa sat together on the porch, enjoying the surrounding scenery while they sipped some French wine sent by Aunt Evelyn.
This getaway had been a long time coming, and both were simply happy to be in each other's presence without any distractions or worries.
"What a beautiful evening," Lisa said, leaning her head against Jack's shoulder. "I'm so glad we came out here together."
"Me, too," Jack said. Neither wanted to rehash what happened the last time he ventured out to the cabin alone.
"When you brought me out here that first time, I thought I'd found a piece of heaven," Lisa remarked.
"I remember," Jack said with a smile. "And here we are again, all these years later."
"And it's still a piece of heaven," she said. "I don't think we could get any closer if we tried. My happiness is complete."
"Well, now that you mention complete happiness..." Jack said enigmatically. "There's something I want to show you."
Lisa raised her head from his shoulder. Jack reached into his jeans pocket to pull something from it. A memory stirred in Lisa's mind from the winter evening when a similar motion took place. Back then, Jack had withdrawn a padded pink velvet-covered box to reveal an antique ring that once belonged to his grandmother. Lisa looked now to see a small, square leather pouch resting in his palm.
"What is it?" she asked when he did not utter anything further.
Instead of answering verbally, Jack fished inside the pouch to reveal a shiny, solid gold band—too big for her to wear, she knew right away from its size.
"Take it," Jack said simply.
Gingerly, Lisa reached for it, however puzzled she was, and asked: "What's this for?" He certainly could not be making another marriage proposal; that would be redundant at this point.
Jack stretched out his left hand towards her, splaying his calloused fingers. "Lis, I know you were disappointed when we got married that I didn't want to wear a wedding ring..."
Instant tears sprang to her eyes in understanding of what this meant. "Jack..." A tiny sniffle escaped and a large smile broke out onto her face as she slipped the band onto his ring finger.
"I love you, and I love being married to you," Jack said. "I'm sorry I was too stuck in my ways to add this little piece to our life together."
"And I have something for you, too," Lisa said, brushing aside a tear that had escaped.
"Oh, do you?" Jack asked. "Would this have anything to do with your visit with your legal counsel a little while ago?"
Lisa's lips twitched into a smile. "Why yes, it would, Mr. Bartlett," she answered. "I spoke with my lawyer about some very important things during that visit, which included updating my will and business affairs, but that's another topic for another time."
"Hmm..." Jack hummed, knowing Dan's involvement in her business life was now a thing of the past, thank goodness.
"Jack, I've proudly carried the Stillman name my whole life. I love my name and my family heritage. But you are my family, Jack. You, Lou, Amy, Tim, Ty, Peter, Georgie, Katie and Lyndy—all of you have welcomed me into your home and into your hearts. I don't want to be 'Lisa Stillman' anymore, so I've made a little change."
"You have?" Jack said, elation bubbling up within, sensing, but not quite believing what Lisa was hinting at.
"I wanted to save this surprise for a little later in our vacation, but now is as good a time as any. I want to announce I am now officially 'Lisa Bartlett'," she said, reaching into her shoulder bag to pull out a manila business envelope. She withdrew a document declaring that legal change. "How does that sound to you?"
"I think... I think it sounds like the best thing I have heard in a very, very long time," a beaming Jack replied, looking at the document. "Mrs. Bartlett."
He gathered her into his arms and their lips met in a deep, perfect kiss.
"I love you, Mrs. Bartlett," he whispered when they at last parted.
"I love you more, Mr. Bartlett," she whispered back with her customary response, leaning in for another kiss.
Jack did not argue the point, as he was fairly certain their love for each other burned with equal intensities, and would for the rest of their lives together as husband and wife.
Addendum:
It would come out during Chief Parker's team's investigation that the tiny Raven MP-25 Jesse fired at Lisa, recovered in the barn after Jesse tried to shoot Ty, had been registered to Val Stanton. It was a weapon she had purchased following the death of her husband for the purpose of personal protection while at Briar Ridge.
Thanks to the eyewitness account of "the man in Cabin Two" burning something in the firepit the night of the second attempt on Lisa's life, the forensics team found traces of fabric among the ashes and debris which matched the cotton-polyester blend commonly used in some hospital scrubs.
Prior to re-opening the Dude Ranch for business, Lou permitted the Chief's team to conduct a final sweep of the area, as one piece of the puzzle remained elusive. It took nearly four hours of searching, but the investigators finally found what they were seeking: the motorcycle Earl McCann fled on when eluding capture at the hospital. After his failed attempt at killing Lisa, the cops surmised McCann rode back to the vicinity of the Dude Ranch, secreted the bike in some bushes, and walked on foot to the firepit by the pier. There, he immediately disrobed and burned the disguise he had used to blend in among the medical staff. While he had indeed been hired to bring about Lisa's death by any means necessary, McCann's own death was mere hours away, as his foolhardy pursuit of the wandering bear would seal his fate.
Heartland neighbour and dairy farmer Gerrit Van der Heyden would eventually sight the roving bear on his property a few weeks later. It was confirmed to be the one that attacked Herring and killed Earl McCann. Fish and Wildlife authorities euthanized it, though some would be sad about its fate, given what was known of the beast's role in discovering the culprits responsible for a few unsolved murders and the attempts on Lisa's life.
All Herring's wounds physical, psychological, and emotional, fully healed thanks to the teamwork of Ty, Amy and a recovered Remi.
Adam Parker continued to write his blog and would report on the court proceedings involving Jesse Stanton, Theresa Haywood, Stanley Belmont, and Tanner Gunn. The cases are still being tried at this time, though with the overwhelming evidence against the accused, guilty verdicts are expected.
#Heartland#heartland fanfiction#my fanfiction#Jack Bartlett#Lisa Stillman#Bad Business#A Heartland Murder Mystery#EPILOGUE#Chief Jim Parker#Jesse Stanton#Tanner Gunn#fishing cabin
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forgotten memoirs
part 3/4 of mourning your reciprocation
a quiet night, you and i, a spontaneous kiss to your cheek, and a cloudy sky. that was how it started.
the grey clouds were threatening to burst into showers of salty raindrops, but you didn’t seem to care, turning your back to me in favour of kicking something that sounded clinking like rocks and bits of concrete. i was a little worried that you felt uncomfortable at the sudden show of affection and debated loitering around a bit longer, but right now, i could feel a humid air in our surroundings, indicating looming rain.
“let’s take cover, quickly.”
i ushered, as my hand navigated to grab your other wrist that wasn’t buried in your pocket. i tried to drag you forward to what i assumed was the dimmed, blue light in a hazy fog that belonged to a convenience store, but when you spun around and faced me, you grounded your feet still, staying stubbornly in place. with frustration that probably adorned a frown on my features, i looked straight in your eyes. your eyes had never been short of hypnotic every time they looked at me because they provided answers that i seek, comforted my soul and communicated volumes even as your pretty lips stilled. they did none of those this time, except reflecting my frustrated face that i could clearly see, strangely so, even in the fog. i ignored the growing ire in my stomach in realisation that maybe i didn’t know you as well as i thought. i lowered my head, suddenly finding interest in your shoelaces. an unsure silence stretched between us until i was no longer able to stand your burning gaze on the back of my head. i muttered weakly:
“we’ll catch a cold.”
your cold hand cupped over the side of my cheek, slightly tilting my face upwards. it was my turn at being stubborn, keeping my head low enough so as to not meet your gaze. i guess i just wanted to sulk a little over the confusion in my heart - i still couldn't wrap my head around your actions. were they green signals for our relationship to bloom into an intimacy as romantic as a red rose, or was it merely my fantasies messing with my consciousness that could no longer differentiate what was real and what wasn't?
“i'm not that fragile, and besides, i'd have you by my side even if i fell sick enough that i couldn't think, right?"
your words rolled off your tongue onto mine a honeyed texture i couldn't get enough of, almost like a drug with stirred questions as its side effects. it wasn't just your words, no, because right after that, you snaked your hand around my head and pressed on its back so i could rest my forehead on your damp shoulder. oh. i was too focused on you that it had started to rain without my notice. the rain be damned if it could stop us from being so close to each other like this. plus, the reassuring way your hand patted my head gently emboldened me, telling me you wouldn't pull me away. so i blurted without thinking:
"please be mine."
too tired for regrets, my eardrums practically blurred out at that moment like a subconscious defense mechanism to block out any rejection that i'd rather die from embarrassment than to hear from you. it seemed like time had stopped, had really frozen each raindrop that rolled down the tips of my twitching fingers and the solidified air between us to frosted ice.
a beat of my heart. a shaky exhale from me, from you or from both of us, i didn't know. but that didn't matter, like how insignificantly heavy the rain was, weightless, in contrast to those words you uttered, thick and dripping with sugary honey, an endearing promise i longed for:
"i'm yours."
i could breathe again.
#creative writing#daydreamer#my prompts#confessions#heartland#midnight rain#fanfiction prompt#scenarios#emotional
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THE TWO PRINCES PODCAST FANZINE
The Phoenix Issue 4: Halloween
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I swear I just read the same Gojo fic 4 times and there all by different writers. Y’all have to be more unique for the love of god!!!
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Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 225
Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.
A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.
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After the group at the rodeo had gotten themselves stuffed with burgers, pizzas and sandwiches, they continued to explore the area outside the arena.
As soon as Jade spotted a mechanical bull on one of the corners with people queuing up to it, she shot a challenging glance at Trace and stopped him by stepping on his way.
"The one who lasts longer on that thing will win 10 bucks", she dared him, nodding toward the bull.
Trace's eyes looked up what she was showing him and when he saw the bull, he shook his head. "I don't know... I feel like the pickle pizza I ate might come up if I do."
"That sounds like an excuse", Jade huffed. "Are you afraid I'm going to kick your butt?"
Amy followed the conversation with curiousity. Watching the two interact, she was witnessing the way Trace responded to Jade's competitive side. Amy had always been under the impression that the kids who entered rodeo school were all made from a similar cloth: they were always up for a challenge.
To her surprise, it seemed like maybe Trace wasn't as big of a daredevil as Jade was as he seemed to weight the outcomes of his options; they had just eaten, so it wasn't that much of a reach that riding a bull might actually make him throw up.
He also wasn't willing to go along with the peer pressure.
If she looked this from a possible future-employer perspective, Amy was satisfied to witness that based on this, Trace seemed practical.
"No", Trace said, trying not to get annoyed with the way Jade tried to push his buttons. "I just know I don't want to spend the rest of my day in a dirty button-up... Or pay that guy a fee of him having to clean up a mess. That'll for sure be more than 10 bucks."
"Fine. Whatever", Jade scoffed and rolled her eyes. "But I'm gonna give it a try and show them all how it's done. Come on, Sloane", she tugged her girlfriend's hand and lead the way, placing herself at the end of the line.
Trace's eyes stayed on her, and Amy followed the gaze from Jade to Trace.
"Is this how it always is with you two?" she asked.
Trace turned to look at her. "What do you mean?"
"Are you always daring each other to do this kind of stuff? Is that the foundation of your relationship?" she fined down her question.
Trace's eyebrow quivered a little bit, but then he looked after Jade again.
"I guess. I mean... we haven't really hung out outside the rodeo school, so I can't say for sure how our... relationship is", he said and shrugged. "But Jade's like that with everyone. I don't know if she feels like she needs to prove herself, or something."
Amy nodded. "Probably. There's not many women in the rodeo scene, and she's one of the first big names to come out of Hudson."
"I get that", Trace said. "So... Tim Fleming's your dad; how's that been? Are you into the rodeo scene?" he changed the subject, sounding more relaxed now that he was more closer to his element.
Amy slowly walked toward the bouncy pen around the bull, adjusting Lyndy's weight on her arm as the little girl leaned on her and looked around curiously. Trace followed beside them.
"Oh, uh..." Amy began, wondering what to say. "I mean, it's been part of my life ever since I was a kid. My grandpa was a rodeo cowboy, my dad was a rodeo cowboy..." she listed. "But I don't know that I'd say I'm a rodeo cowgirl, definitely not the way Jade is. I'm familiar with it, but... not actively participating. Of course if I have a client horse that's a rodeo horse, I'll help as much as I can, but thankfully I have the support system very close to me if I do need help myself."
"So you've never ridden bronc?" Trace guessed based on what Amy was saying.
Amy let out a laugh. "No, thanks. I'm not looking into breaking my neck. I have a high appreciation to everyone who dares to try, it's just... not for me."
"Yeah, it's not for everyone", Trace agreed just as they got closer to the pen and watched the guy before Jade getting thrown off from the bull in the matter of seconds.
When it came Jade's turn, she went into it like a pro. Sloane joined the rest of them as they watched Jade jump up and bring her leg over the saddle, getting a feel of the liveless bull under her.
"This is so cool!" Sloane commented already. "I've only ever seen this on TV."
"She'll be good at this", Amy already guessed.
Sloane's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, I bet."
Jade steadied herself and grabbed the rope palm up with her left hand as she had adjusted her position. When she gave the operator a nod, confirming she was ready, the bull slowly started moving under her.
It was nothing compared to the violent way animals often moved under her, so it really seemed like a walk in the park for Jade. Still, she was just as focused on it, wanting to show off as her confidence was through the roof.
When the bull's head moved down, Jade leaned back and pulled her legs forward, and when the bull's head rose, Jade dug her heels into its sides, pointing her toes outward. Her upper body was relaxed and she swayed along the bull's motions, keeping her eyes on the beast's head.
"Is the hand up for balance?" Sloane checked watching Jade ride.
"Yeah. It's better to keep it L shaped instead of just holding it straight out or up in the air", Trace knew. "It's also her dominant hand, so if she loses her balance, it's her best option to break the fall."
"Mommy, I want that", Lyndy said, making them all laugh.
"We'll see about that in few years..." Amy soothed her, hoping she would never have to actually imagine the fear of a parent whose child wanted to give rodeo a try...
Maybe by the time Lyndy was old enough for something like this, she already had other interests.
Meanwhile, moving in seesaw motion, Jade kept riding on as the machine picked up the pace and made few turns, then trying to lose her by spinning in circles. When the bull turned left, Jade leaned on the opposite direction, and when the bull went right, she did the same.
At first, the people in the line were impressed by Jade's ability to stay on, but the longer she kept going, they became bored as they, too, wanted to have their turn.
Eventually, Jade felt her legs get tired from all the squeezing, so she allowed herself to be thrown off.
This was longer than she usually stayed on a bull or a horse, anyway, so she felt like she had made her point already.
"And that's how you do it", Jade returned to them, holding her arms up like a champion after putting her cowboy hat back on.
Amy could see similar mannerism in her that she so often saw in her own dad, and it was easy to understand why Tim had taken Jade under his wing all those years ago.
"You were amazing!" Sloane sighed, welcoming her hero back.
"Thanks! -- See? I didn't throw up", Jade was sure to point out to Trace.
"I don't know if it would have been the seesaw or if it was the pizza itself that would have done it for me..." Trace wanted to correct.
"That's your own fault for picking something like pickle pizza. Who eats a pickle pizza?! I didn't know they even make that kind of stuff", Jade muttered.
"Okay, I think it's time to head for the arena", Amy then checked the time while also trying to cut the clash of the egos short. "We'll be able to see the show before the halftime performance with Asher and Helico."
She then dug out their tickets from the diaper bag side pocket.
"Here, take your tickets."
The sheets of paper quickly disappeared from her hand when Jade, Trace and Sloane all grabbed one of them and checked where their seats were.
"Front row seats?!" Jade exclaimed.
Amy smiled. "There's some perks knowing some people..."
"Nice! That means we don't have to squeeze by all the people that are already seated and actually have some leg room", Jade commented. "We sit side by side, right?" she then checked from Sloane when they started heading to the arena.
Trace was once again stuck with Amy.
She didn't mind it, as she liked to get to know him a little bit more, but there was something melancholic about the way he looked after the girls.
Like he was the kid in school yard who had been excluded from all the fun activities.
Even though Amy had already pretty much made up her mind about wanting to give Trace a chance, she couldn't help but think maybe in this moment she also said the following in trying to cheer him up a little bit.
"Trace... Why don't you come by the ranch tomorrow, and I'll give you a tour of the place before we sign the papers?" Amy then suggested.
Trace's facial expression immediately changed and he turned his head toward her. "Really...? You mean, like... I got the job?"
"Well, from what I've seen and heard, I would like to give you a chance", Amy confirmed.
Trace's grin widened. "That's amazing! Thank you! You won't regret this."
"So this means the job interview is over, and you can just relax now", Amy wanted to add, feeling like even though this had been very informal to begin with, she wanted him to know he didn't have to think about that part anymore and he could just enjoy what they had actually came here to do; to watch a show.
When Sloane, Jade, Amy - Lyndy on her lap - and Trace were seated, they found themselves in the middle of a reining competition. Amy was, of course, familiar with the sport, but she never grew tired of witnessing the way the riders were able to move their horses just by using their legs and seat.
It created this effortless look, almost as though the riders were telepathically communicating with their horse. There was some type of magic to it, even though deep down it all came down to the way horses were so sensitive to everything that was happening around them.
Even though the disciplines were very different, Amy liked to think a lot of the same tricks these riders used could also be utilized in liberty work - which was one of her favorites.
Sitting here in the crowd, it really did make Amy realize just how isolated she had gotten over the last few years. She, of course, worked with clients all the time, which made her socialize a bit outside her family, but typically the meetings were one-on-one and everything was fixed during their visits to the ranch; she rarely got to see how her tips continued her work outside the Heartland's acres.
Even though it was always fulfilling to see the back of the trailers pass the gates once her part was done, for her this made it more real.
It was not only nice to let a little loose once in a while, but also refreshing not be the expert for once; she still had so much she could learn from others and these type of events could really help her perfect her own techniques as well.
"So, you know the halftime performer?" Trace leaned in a little to ask the question while their eyes followed the reining show.
"Yeah, I actually helped him few weeks ago to prepare for this event", Amy shared. "Not so much with the tricks, because he had those down, but more about his confidence."
"Oh, I thought you worked with horses? But you're like a coach too?"
"Well, it's... complex", Amy explained. "Sometimes it's "a horse problem", but I find more often than not it's "a people problem", really. In this case it was bit of both."
"What happened?" Trace was curious to know how exactly Amy did her work.
He knew she was a so-called horse whisperer, but he had never really witnessed anything like that himself as he didn't connect with horses in a similar way than some other people in other horse sports did.
His job was to get on a random bronc and hold on as long as he could. When it was over, he would probably never see the horse again.
"Well, the horse, Helico, had to have one of his eyes removed. When they started their training again after he was healed, Asher - the rider -, hurt himself. So then, when he was all better again, his confidence was just... gone, and Helico could sense that", Amy spoke. "So they needed to learn to connect again so they could work together as a team. That was my job."
"Wow, that sounds pretty amazing", Trace had to admit. "And they do trick-riding?"
"Uh-huh", Amy said just when the reining show ended. "And you're about to see that now..." she said, feeling the butterflies for them.
She knew just how much this meant for Asher and for Helico too, to be back on the spotlight after going through such a difficult couple of years.
This was their moment - and she had just been lucky to be one part of it.
Amy now turned on Jade on her right.
"Can you hold Lyndy? Asher asked me if I could film the performance, so I need my hands free."
"Of course", Jade said, nodding. "Come here, little monkey!"
Lyndy climbed on her lap, and Jade helped her adjust so she could see the performance too.
The little girl didn't exactly know what was going on, but she loved watching the horses and had her eyes glued on them every time she saw one.
Meanwhile, Amy pulled out her phone and opened her camera, making sure she was ready to record the whole thing.
It didn't take long before the duo was announced to the stage and they sped from the opening on the side like they had fire under their tail.
A wide grin spread across Amy's face when she saw Asher take in the arena and she pressed the red button and started recording while the audience cheered around her.
The two looked so majestic, despite the campy trick-riding suit with embellishments and sequins Asher wore and the matching breast collar and mask Helico had on.
It was evident this had been a long-awaited comeback for not only to the rider and his horse, but for so many people in the crowd as well.
When Asher and Helico had done one lap of riding around the pen, waving at people, it came time to show the tricks.
Amy followed their movements with her phone and checked that the screen was sharp and catching everything properly as the camera tended to do automatic settings whenever the light around the arena changed or the movement of the rows of paper garlands distracted it.
She caught a glimpse of them off-camera every now and then, wanting to be present as well and actually enjoy this while she was here, instead of just staring at the screen.
As Amy watched Asher move from one trick to another, she couldn't help but think about Georgie and how her niece would have probably loved this.
It was unfortunate that the young girl was not here now, but Amy also wanted to respect Georgie's decision to stay away from her now that she was still digesting the news about Amy being with Mitch.
Shaking the thought of Georgie for now, Amy brought her eyes back to Asher who was getting ready for what seemed to be The Tail Drag.
Amy knew this was a trick for only to the very advanced performers, and while watching it made her nervous, she also had trust in Asher's ability to do it.
This stunt required Asher to release his hands and arms downward while hanging off the horse's back end, bringing his head near the running horse's tail and hooves.
When Asher was down, the crowd cheered and gave him the reaction he had been hoping for. Even Amy felt the release of the moment in her body.
It was not until he was trying to get back up, just as they were heading to the Amy's section of the arena, that she could immediately sense that something was wrong.
While Helico galloped on, just like he had been trained to do no matter what was happening with the rider, Asher hung up on him and could not get off.
Even though the trick-rider was trying to stay calm, so he could fix the situation, Amy could read the silent panic from him.
"Oh no..." Amy let out and put her phone aside on Trace, immediately springing into action, not giving it any second thought, while her cowboy hat flew off.
Helico needed to be stopped or he would drag Asher around like a rag doll, and the possibility of the young man getting killed became higher with every second.
Not really having any plan in mind, Amy rushed over the gate and kept her eyes on the horse that was galloping forward with his rider getting closer and closer to his hooves as Asher's body failed to get him up.
"Ma'am, you can't go there!" she heard one of the staff members say behind her, but at this moment she didn't care.
Lives were on the line.
The audience gasped when it seemed like Asher had been able to free himself from the drag, but Helico still kept going forward, toward Amy who had no idea that the rider was already on the ground and the paramedics were on their way.
"Wo-oh, boy!" Amy tried, raising her hands up and making her body bigger, like she so often did in a situation where a horse was trying to charge her.
But with Helico's limited ability to see, Amy was left in his blind corner and she was pushed violently against the wall by the horse.
It all happened so fast and there was nothing she could have done to avoid it.
As the last conscious thing she could sense, Amy felt her head bang against a hard surface and she wanted to scream out of pain, but a wind was knocked out of her, and she was left gasping as she drifted away.
It all went to black quickly.
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One Day - Heartland AU (Part 37)
Parts: 36 ...
Trigger Warnings: minor descriptions of rape
“But you do know, don’t you? You heard his voice.”
“Pretty little thing you have here, Tim.”
“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
Amy stared out into the yard while her vision blurred with tears.
“Tell Daddy we’re even.”
She replayed the words over and over and over in an endless loop for the last three months. But when she opened the memory to that night, it wasn’t just his voice. It was the feel of him, too. His weight crushing her front into the concrete so she could barely suck in enough air to scream. His legs pinning her in place leaving no room to fight him off. His hands touching her in places she didn’t think she’d ever be able to unfeel. His cock tearing her open so violently she was left bleeding and sore for days. Trying to isolate a voice in the chaos of blind panic proved nearly impossible.
Shutting her eyes, Amy turned away from Ty, away from the onslaught of horrific memories that threatened to separate her soul from her body as it had that night.
Unable to take her suffering anymore, Ty slid over to try to take her hand from between her knees. To get her to look at him. “Amy. I’m sorry.” He felt terrible for bringing up that night, for stirring that memory.
His hand banding around her wrist triggered a flash of her attacker snatching it when she desperately tried to reach for something to defend herself. He twisted her arm behind her back, yanking on it so hard it nearly went out of joint.
“No.” She broke then. Tore herself out of Ty’s grasp and surged to her feet.
That was when Lisa pulled away from Jack and rushed to meet Amy when she bolted inside. The two women collided, Amy falling apart in a mess of sobs and trembling legs. Lisa was barely able to hold onto her when they gave out, easing down with her to the kitchen floor.
“Oh, honey.” Lisa’s voice cracked as tears gathered in her own eyes.
Ty stood in the doorway, his face pale. He saw Amy have panic attacks before, a few times in fact, but never like this. Never to the point of her losing all control. She kept herself so tightly wound she was more likely to lash out in anger that Ty came to learn was simply masked fear. This was… the dam truly breaking.
Jack remained just as helpless near the sink. He didn’t want to believe Ty was right even though it had made sense. Discovering the truth didn’t just hurt, it incited an anger he hadn’t felt in quite a long time. Meeting Ty’s eye, Jack lifted his chin for him to go. Ty nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor for a second before retreating outside.
Moving his gun to rest against the side of the fridge out of the way, Jack then crouched beside his wife who had her arms secured around Amy. It wasn’t lost on him that she was actually allowing the contact, even curling into it. “Is there anything I can do?” Jack asked Lisa quietly.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she answered softly. What could any of them really do aside from what they were doing?
Jack gave a small nod, placing a comforting hand on her back before standing. “We’ll give you some space.”
He joined Ty outside, finding his grandson pacing the length of the yard and running his hands through his hair in aggravated motions. He stopped when he spotted Jack, lacing his fingers tightly behind his head and tipping it back to look at the night sky. “I didn’t want to be right.”
“But you were and now we know. Now we can move forward.”
Ty twisted to look at his grandfather. “Can we? She still can’t tell us who it was.”
Running his fingers over his mustache, Jack tried to drown out the sound of Amy’s sobs at his back. “I think it’s time I give Tim Fleming a call.” He didn’t intend to unless absolutely necessary, waiting to see if he’d reach out on his own to check on Amy. Aside from the time Amy called him to try to go home, there was no other contact. Given what he knew before and solidified by what he knew now, Jack would assume Tim was still protecting Amy by keeping his distance. It was about time they found out what he was hiding from them all.
Lisa massaged her hand across Amy’s back, rocking her in a soothing motion while gently shushing her. “You’re safe here, okay?”
Was she? Amy didn’t even know anymore. Safer than in Vancouver maybe, but without knowing if the man who raped her was someone with a vendetta or simply an opportunist, she couldn’t say for certain. Ty could very well have been right about everything and they needed to be on alert for the possibility of danger following her to Heartland.
“I’m going to be sick.” Untangling herself from Lisa, Amy scrambled to her feet, barely making it to the bathroom before she was once again on the floor retching into the toilet until there was nothing left but dry heaves.
Not wanting to leave Amy alone, Lisa followed, gathering her hair out of her face and holding it at the nape of her neck. She resumed rubbing rhythmic circles over her back and tracing along her spine in an attempt to alleviate the tension gathered in her body.
It took a little while for Amy to calm down enough to relax on her heels on the floor. At some point Lisa left to find a blanket that she draped over her back and took up a vigil on the edge of the tub.
Wiping at the itchy dried tears on her cheeks, Amy fell back against the vanity. She tugged the blanket around her trembling body, curling beneath its warmth. Lisa remained quiet all the while aside from some murmured assurances and words of encouragement. Amy couldn’t hear all of what she said, only that it was a comfort to have someone there to help pull her back together.
“Here. Drink some water,” Lisa said, handing her the glass she had sitting on the counter.
Taking it gratefully, Amy swallowed a few small sips then curled the glass against her chest inside the blanket.
“I’m sorry.” she mumbled, her voice hoarse.
“Oh, sweetie, you’ve been through hell. You have more than a right to break down.”
Amy closed her eyes. They burned from so much crying and rubbing at them. She hadn’t even considered the fact that Jack and Lisa had been in the kitchen when she came barreling inside. She assumed they overheard every dirty detail she confessed to Ty. It was just as well. At least she wouldn’t have to repeat any of it.
“It’s not just that.” Her eyes opened again, staring down into the water. “When I first arrived Ty accused me of possibly leading trouble into your home. I was offended then but… what if he turns out to be right?” She didn’t even want to fathom the possibility. It terrified her.
Lisa wouldn’t deny it worried her, too. But they had a lot of trouble come through Heartland over the years between Ty and the inmate program. Even her farm, Fairfield, wasn’t immune to corruption and scandal. So far they survived all of it while coming out stronger on the other side. “Then… we prepare for it.”
Amy lifted her eyes to Lisa.
“Maybe nothing will happen. But we need to be ready for anything. Knowledge is power, right?” The older woman reached out to place a reassuring hand on Amy’s shoulder. “The more we know, the better equipped we can be to keep this ranch and everyone on it safe.”
“What else do you want to know.” Amy’s voice shook, new tears retracing the paths of the old. It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to delve into the details of the night of her assault, there were parts that she couldn’t remember. That her brain hid away in the forgotten corners of her memory as a way of protecting her.
“Anything you can tell us. Even the things you’d rather stay buried.” Even the smallest seemingly insignificant details could make a difference.
Pressing her teeth down on the inside of her lip, Amy couldn’t help picturing the expressions on their faces from the details of her trauma. She didn’t even know if she was capable of forming the words let alone saying them out loud to these people who took her in when no one else wanted to.
“When you’re ready,” Lisa added when she saw the anxiety literally biting into Amy’s lip.
Amy nodded, relieved she wouldn’t be pressured again to speak her truth. She was exhausted in every sense of the word. “I’m gonna go back to bed,” she murmured, unfolding herself from the blanket. Lisa reached out to take the glass of water so Amy could stand then handed it back. She stood and walked with her out of the bathroom, pausing in the hall until Amy shut the bedroom door.
Jack and Ty looked at Lisa expectantly when she emerged from the house. “She went back to bed.”
“Did she say anything else?” Ty asked.
“No. She’s exhausted and understandably upset. Give her some space to breathe. She’ll tell us more in her own time.”
Ty wasn’t good at being patient, but he relented. They learned more than he ever expected to in a very short time. It was enough to do some of his own digging.
Lisa looked at Jack. “Tim didn’t give you any indication of what might be going on?” She knew her husband didn’t ask too many questions before agreeing to take Amy on but clearly they should have.
Jack shrugged. “His daughter was pregnant and she was having a hard time coping. He couldn’t offer her the support she needed. I assumed that meant he wasn’t able to handle her and the care she required whether that be emotionally or financially. I wouldn’t have guessed it was something like this.”
Ty frowned. “He didn’t want them finding out their actions had repercussions. In the event they came to claim what was theirs, or clean up after themselves.”
They were all silent for a moment, letting the implication of that sink in.
“That’s what we need to be prepared for,” Ty added. “We need to find out who did it. Then we can determine the threat level they pose.”
“You think it was one of the men who came to shake down Tim?” Jack asked.
Ty considered the option again. “It has to be. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
Lisa chimed in. “Unless it was just a random act of opportunity. Do we know where it happened?”
Ty and Jack looked at one another, neither having an answer. “That’s part of the story we’ll have to wait for her to share,” Ty said. They needed to know the details of that night. Awful as they would be to hear, it might be the thing they needed to narrow the suspect pool.
#heartland#fanfiction#one day#amy fleming#lisa stillman#ty borden#jack bartlett#tw: descriptions of rape
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"Reminder" A rdr2 fanfiction.
A short fanfiction about Javier's pain in Mexico and John being reminded of Arthur.
Javier nudged his horse forward as he rode through the Mexican desert, dust being thrown into the air as he trotted along. He missed the Heartlands, at least there he wasn’t choked by dust… And he had been happy… Real happy, something he hadn’t felt for a long time now.
Sure he had been happy when he pulled off a job or he got so drunk that he wouldn’t be able to remember past or present, but real happiness hadn’t existed for nine years since he had left America… Since he had left John, Arthur and the others.
He still regretted everything, it had all gone so fast in the end with John supposedly dying and then Dutch choosing to leave Abigail and then John not being dead anyway. He remembered feeling like he had seen the entire scene out of his body, like he was looking down at himself from the sky. He knew he had made a mistake, but he hadn’t realized then, he hadn’t had time to process. He only realized too late that Dutch had truly lost his mind, John and Arthur had tried to warn him and he had turned on them.
Javier’s horse let out a nervous nicker and he shorted the reins. “You are okay.” He had had this horse for a while but she was no Boaz who sadly hadn’t made it across the border with him. This horse always got nervous of one thing or another so he never really knew when there was something dangerous and when she was just acting up.
This time however, she had every right to be scared as a black wolf ran across the path, halting to look at Javier who’s eyes widened at the sight of the scarring running over it’s face.
It felt like fate, like a curse, like he was being haunted and punished for what he had done, for how he had left John wounded and hurt to get chased down, how he had stuck his tail between his legs and once again run. How he missed John, how he missed the loud drunken nights where Hosea had to stop them from losing their fingers playing five-finger fillet, he missed the trail rides back from a job gone right where they would cheer and laugh. But most of all he missed the quiet nights when they were maybe a bit more than friends, when the lines of their relationship blurred, the nights when he finally felt accepted for the part of himself he had hidden.
Javier knew that wolf would haunt him for the rest of his days.
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John stretched his arms up above his head, groaning as the morning sun shined down on him, a day was best started early, that was one of the few things that Dutch Van Der Linde had taught him that he still clung onto.
He rested his elbows against the railing of his house at Beechers Hope, looking out over his farm when something caught his eye. A deer walked out into the main path leading from the road and up to the house. It curiously looked up at him, showing no signs of fright as it stopped and seemed to admire the area.
John smiled at the sight of the deer. “I knew you would come to visit brother, I have missed you.”
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Not at the best but i have a love/hate relationship with writing right now.
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Mod’s Crush Competition Round 4
Shun Kurosaki (Yugioh Arc-V)
I promised you all a fic, didn’t I?
A couple notes about it.
First, it’s a fic with my self insert. You’ll see the name Ravyn (that’s me!). She’s pretty generic.
Second, I wrote this in eighth grade. There is unnecessary conflict. I like angst and I think this was my attempt.
Third, there is no title. I'm bad at coming up with titles, especially for fanfiction
Unrelated note: The new Raidraptor support is banging. It’s so cool.
The Shun fans have been strong so far but the threats keep getting bigger
Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)
Psychopath (affectionate)
Surprising physical prowess
I absolutely love him in Koro-Sensei Quest. He's so small and menacing.
#mod's crush competition#crush competition round 4#shun kurosaki#yugioh#yugioh arc v#karma akabane#assassination classroom#tournament poll
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Taking the L
I am participating in #KingLiamAppreciationWeek (#KLAW), hosted by the ever-lovely @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes. This is my offering for Day 1: Throwback/Character Appreciation. I will be providing at least one more story for the event; if I do it correctly, the fic will cover the additional themes/days.
So, this is basically me giving my opinion and head canons about Liam while linking throwback fics into the dialogue; while I have all the love and appreciation in the world for my first, true LI, it may be best to have some of my Rileys express what they treasure and cherish most about the Liam they are paired with. After all, they are the ones with the man day in and day out.
Thank you to all who will read this brain dump; I can only hope it makes sense and comes across in a coherent manner. Everything is below the cut.
PB birthed Liam Rys, but us content creators raise him.
Song Inspiration: Fanfiction on the Internet, Jake Timothy
Word Count: 1,207
Why Liam?
My reason is incredibly simple (and it isn’t because it’s The Royal Romance) … I have dated enough Drake Walkers and Maxwell Beaumonts in real life; no way am I doing it in an alternate universe and spending real dollars to do so.
I dealt with enough games and guards/walls and insecurities and mothering of men; I have done more than my share of putting forth efforts and ego-stroking and reminders and pushing and prodding. I have begged men to love me and proved (to no avail) that my love is worthy of acceptance.
Playing the game with Liam as my LI is my form of escape from reality … the refreshing openness, honesty, and emotional availability Liam Rys provides gives me hope, and will always be my why.
Which Liam?
My preferred Liam is Asian Liam (Asiam). When I first joined the fandom almost 5 years ago, Caucasian Liam (Whiam) was the King of choice for the majority of the fandom, and I remember being nommed for a Clown Award for fetishy writing because I wrote a tall, black MC with Asiam. (I received 7% of the vote)
Asiam is my default Liam, and not just because I see him (looks-wise) as a cross between Gong Yoo and Alex Landi; in my head canon, Asiam is patient (more than most), more sensuous than sexual, logical, an overthinker, and has a humility that is rare for someone born into and raised in an environment of the highest privilege.
He is the driving force behind Riam, Sock Game Liam in the DC AU, UnRomance, and the majority of my TRR-themed one-shots and limited series including The Platinum AU, Driam, and Laxwell.
My love for Asian Liam does not stop me from using the other versions of Liam.
I know I’m in the minority here with my thought process, but I see each version of Liam as a separate person with a distinct je ne sais quoi who just happens to share core characteristics and personality traits with the other two.
I think it would be especially true for Asiam (whom PB did not even classify as an ethnicity, and let's not get into the whitewashing of his mother, Eleanor), and Black Liam (Bliam). While all versions of Liam have a mother who is both a commoner and foreigner, two of them have a parent of color, which (again, to me) has to influence how they are perceived by the international audience they are constantly paraded in front of.
White Liam (Whiam) to me, is trusting, definitely carnal, and has a boldness ...a recklessness if you will; yet he is hesitant to fully embrace his role as King. This Liam takes the lead in stories such as The Commoner’s Wife, Streets of New York, One Night Stand, and he is the Liam of choice in the upcoming stories, Sins of the Father, Best Friend, and Body Count.
I have plans for Bliam; he is the star in a few upcoming fics: Looking, Heartland, Life in a Southern Town (the Election AU), and Eight Minutes. For me, Bliam exudes a confidence the other Liams do not, which is at odds with my head canon that this particular Liam is more guarded than Drake and more of a loner.
Currently all three Liams can be found in my Remix series (only two chapters in, but more is coming!) where Asiam is a complete thot. (He can be an anomaly at times)
Head Canons (strictly my envisionings, opinions, and thought processes that formulate my version of Cordonia’s favorite King)
· His name is Liam, not William; his mama named him Liam and that’s good enough for me. And coming from a family where me and my siblings all have names that begin with an R, I like the Leo, Liam, Lena thing; bonus that the first syllable for each is pronounced “Lee”
· He has BDE, and the BD to back it up
· He is not submissive in the bedroom. Being King is a 24/7 job, and I do not see him just shedding that type of power the second nakedness enters the picture
· I also do not see him as dominant in the bedroom; for his partner’s pleasure, he can be assertive (not to be confused with aggressive). The man is still kinky though
· However, he has no problem with a transference of power between he and his partner between the sheets (within reason)
· Liam grew up in an environment where unilateral decisions that affect the entire country are made in a millisecond; hence the Coronation night fiasco. If keeping you a secret from Cordonia means you’re safe … it’s worth the fallout
· Madeleine was his only choice that night because another suitor’s acceptance would immediately become a political arrangement, with their families/houses effectively trapping Liam in a marriage neither party wants
· It doesn’t happen often, but he and MC argue. Loudly
· He’s a social smoker, especially when networking or brokering a deal/arrangement/alliance
· If he’s pouring a scotch, he’s stressed
· MC is his first true/real relationship
· He is not perfect
· He makes mistakes
· Two of my Liams can cook; the rest are at the mercies of the kitchens and Riley
· He doesn’t flaunt his wealth
· He is deeply spiritual (believes in a higher power and prayer), but doesn’t begin attending church until he and MC have created a family
What is the one thing Riley appreciates most about (her) Liam?
Riam Riley: I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Riley B.: I would have to say his thoughtfulness. When he borrows my car, he returns it with a full tank of gas. When he comes to my place, he brings in my mail and packages. He’ll Venmo me money when it’s a couple of days before payday. He looks out for me.
Mermaids Riley: His vulnerability. It’s hard to open to someone you hated for absolutely no reason, then find out you’re going to marry them, and now you have to get to know said person and let them get to know you as well. The more we talk and spend time together, the more I learn and not just the surface stuff. That takes more than courage, and I admire it.
Platinum AU Riley/Raleigh: I haven’t seen him in 10 years, but I remember his intelligence. He was more than educated or smart; Liam had a hunger for knowledge, and constantly fed it. He was open-minded as well, so prone to listen to opposing perspectives and broadening his mindset.
Discontent Riley: What I appreciate most about Liam? His selflessness. We’ve had … we’re having our share of problems, but he is always there for me despite public opinion, and at great risk to his reign. I can only imagine the toll our losses and my drinking have taken on his health on all levels, but he only cares for mine. I don’t deserve him.
UnRomance Riley: I appreciate the way he takes care of me. It may not always be the way I would want or even like, but he knows what I need without me saying a word.
Riam Riley: Oh, dear Lord! It’s my turn again? Okay, okay … I got one. It’s his even-temperedness. He’s the calm to my storm, he listens to me go on and on and on, especially when I’m hormonal which is all the time. Liam is steady. He makes things make sense. Not saying he doesn’t get frustrated, fed up, and angry … he does. But he’s never volatile, and it never lasts long. He truly forgives and forgets.
And there you have it, dear reader … a few things I think makes my Liam(s) tick and sets him apart (if only slightly) from the others. Your mileage may vary.
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