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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: ~4.8K (ya waited extra-long; ya get an extra-long chapter)

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the full moon. The plan? Invite Sy over to the cabin to keep an eye on him in case he shifts. WCGW? 

Warnings: verbal fight, angst

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see y’all reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. Cuz ya girl was struggling with this chapter for many moons.

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Over the next day or so, you get to know Jace. You’d learned his full first name, but “only ko’u makuahine calls me Jason”. Growing up in Hawaii shaped the man he is today, and he misses home a lot. But with Walter in his pack, and being Faye’s godfather, he’s made his own little family.

For a while, it seems like he may be flirting with you. But that quickly fades into something else. You’re only mildly upset when he refers to you as kaikuahine. Firstly, because you had no idea what it meant. Secondly, because when you found out it meant ‘sister’, you had to remind yourself that you have a perfectly great werewolf boyfriend of your own already.

‘Calm down, girl,’ you thought, thinking of your eager beaver.

Walter notices the way your demeanor changes and takes your hand, leading you upstairs. Your confusion only amuses Jace, who seems to know something you don’t. Once you make it into Walter’s bedroom, you are spun against the door. He attacks your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until you tangle your fingers in his chestnut curls. Your mind reels, wondering what’s gotten into him.

And then it hits you.

He’s…jealous!

Oh, this is too good. That’s twice tonight that he’s been struck with jealousy. Earlier with Sy’s thirst trap and now with your flirtatious nature. You are beyond flattered, but you refuse to let this man get too far gone. With your hand in his hair, you tighten your fingers and pry him from your neck.

Once his face is in front of yours, you notice his wild eyes where black replaces blue. He looks ready to eat you, and as much as you would like that, you decide to try and calm the beast within.

“Walter, baby? I need you to calm down for a sec,” you beg, both hands tangling in his hair to soothe his soul, “Come on back to me, baby.”

Blinking once, then twice, his eyes finally focus on you, and the trance is gone. His giant paws rush to your face and then to the tender skin of your neck where his teeth were grazing. He winces when you grimace at the feel of his thumb on your sore flesh.

“Pup, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I was−”

“Jealous?” you supply, already knowing what this was.

“I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It’s jealousy, sure. But it feels deeper than that. I felt the need to mark you as mine. You’re sort of a natural flirt, you know that?” he probes, a soft smile on his face.

“Well, I mean, I can see that. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. No one has ever brought it up,” you explain, looking back on all the times that men thought you were flirting with them but were just being nice. 

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure that Jace knew you were taken. He has an effect on women,” he expresses, “But it seems he only sees you as a sister, so I don’t have to worry about you two riding off into the sunset, now do I?” 

“Wow, that was kinda bitchy. But also, incredibly hot that you thought I could be influenced by another big pretty werewolf,” you tease, leaning up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on the end of his nose before pushing back from the door so you could open it and leave.

“You think he’s pretty?” Walter shouts after you.

You laugh, swiftly jogging down the stairs to find an equally amused Jace sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, perfectly at home.

Trying to keep yourself from feeling embarrassed, you plop down next to him on the couch. While you are snuggling into his side, he chuckles and jokes that you should watch out for “the big, bad wolf”. Just as the words leave his mouth, Walter appears on the other side of you, having leapt over the couch. You’re officially squeezed in between the two large wolves, and you suddenly feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Between the warmth radiating from both men, the way they commented on the Forged in Fire episode playing in the background, and the long day finally catching up with you, you had no choice but to fall asleep. You remember leaning your head against Jace’s beefy shoulder after he splayed both arms along the back of the couch. At some point during the night, you awake to find yourself sprawled across both of their laps. Your head is in Walter’s lap and your blanket-covered feet are shoved under Jace’s thigh.

The television screen asking if you’re still watching illuminates the faces of the snoring wolves at either side of you. Walter’s hand on your shoulder twitches as he feels you shifting. Shuffling your ankles, Jace sleepily readjusts to give you room before lowering his thigh back over your feet. All of this was done while they were asleep as if it was second nature to want to keep you safe and warm.

And you weren’t going to complain about being in a literal wolf pile. Instead, you snuggle into your blanket and let yourself drift off again.

When you awaken, the mid-morning sun is flooding through the windows. You’re still on the couch, but no longer surrounded by your wolf-shaped furnaces. Getting up from the couch, you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and go in search of coffee. 

Shuffling into the kitchen, you brush past where Walter is plating some waffles. You make it to the coffee machine and pour yourself a cup, adding in your sugar and cream and stirring it until it hits that perfect shade. Taking that first sip is nirvana. As the temperature of the hot beverage slides down your throat, you are warmed from the inside out. Now, you can officially say you have woken up.

You turn around to lean against the counter and are surprised to see both wolves looking at you and smiling. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just we were trying to get your attention, but I see Walter was right about you loving java. You have your priorities straight, is all,” Jace winks at you before sipping his coffee.

Walter chuckles and shoves a plateful of waffles, bacon, and eggs to one of the empty seats and nods for you to eat. “Don’t worry, Pup. I think it’s cute that you need your morning fuel before intelligent social interaction.”

“Thanks, Wolfie,” you hum, leaning in to peck him on the cheek before sitting down to tuck into your plate.

“And the nicknames are elevating my sugar levels as we speak,” Jace teases, expertly catching the waffle that Walter throws his way.

“Look, Jace and I have an idea. We just need you to put the pieces in motion,” Walter begins, explaining the plan to you while you eat. You stayed mostly silent, letting him lay everything out.

Jace pops in here and there with a few tweaks when he sees you start to feel a bit overwhelmed, “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, don’t hesitate. We’re there in case anything happens.”

“I guess I have a call to make. Oh, and do you fellas think you can go grocery shopping? I need a few things if I wanna make sure I have enough to feed all of you,” you lament, factoring in that Sy used to eat you out of house and home on multiple occasions. Might as well have too much than too little. You give Wolfie and Jace your shopping list and head upstairs to shower and make a very important phone call.

Early evening rolls in and you are relishing the smell of your pot roast with vegetables simmering as it permeates the first floor of the house. Wolfie has been at your side for most of the afternoon and even now because you’ve been like a chicken with your head cut off, anxious nerves making you fuss over every little thing. 

And he couldn’t blame you for being on high alert. He did ask you to invite over your ex-fiancé during a full moon, under the guise of getting together for a football game, so that he and Jace could find out if Sy is a werewolf. ‘A simple plan,’ said no one in this situation.

Olivia was invited over to help you set up and possibly help you with cooking. But alas, fair Olivia has found her Prince Charming in Jace. And just as Walter said, he does have an effect on women. You have to stop and giggle to yourself as she throws her head back in laughter and touches his arm, her signature move. Great, those two can swoon each other all night while you try and keep the peace between a wolf and a hard place.

The roast was not going to cook any faster with you standing over the crock pot, so you step away from the kitchen and join the others as they sit in the living room. Jace and Liv sit on the couch as Walter sits in one of the loungers. Just as you sit down to rest your bones in the other chair, you notice the guys exchanging a look. 

You hear the rumble of Sy’s old pickup and your heart drops into your stomach. You shoot up from your seat and adjust your turtleneck dress that hugs your body like a glove before walking to the front door. You step outside as Sy is pulling into the driveway. Swallowing your apprehension, you walk across the lawn to meet him. 

Smiling as he exits his truck, Sy wraps you up in a bear hug. When he lifts you off the ground, you squeak, and he just laughs before putting you back down. You get a whiff of him, and you feel an instant urge to bury your nose in his neck, or his perfectly trimmed beard. Fighting that urge, you playfully swat at Sy’s meaty, flannel-clad bicep and try not to stare at his veiny forearms. 

The man always had great arms; you would have complimented him on them once upon a time. But that was a long time ago, and even though you wanted to devour him where he stood, you weren’t about to let him know that. His head was big enough without you adding your horniness to it.

He steps to the truck bed and reaches a hand in to pick up a case of your favorite beer. He seems pretty pleased with himself and not at all nervous about meeting your new boyfriend. You should’ve known better than to think he would miss the opportunity to annoy your current beau.

You lead him inside where he immediately sniffs the air and exclaims, “Oh, my God! Please tell me that is your pot roast.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and nervously reply, “Um, yeah. It’s probably just about done if you want some.”

“If I want some? Of course, it’s my favorite meal,” Sy earnestly comments, and you can’t help but bashfully thank him.

A throat is cleared, and Walter appears at your side, planting a nuzzling kiss on your neck as he snakes an arm around you, making you giggle. 

“Walter, this is Sy. Sy, this is Walter, my boyfriend,” you introduce them, smiling to yourself as they offer a hand for a handshake and exchange pleasantries.

“Pleasure ta meetcha, Walter.” “Likewise, Sy.” 

They were still shaking each other’s hands until you realized they were having a staring contest. 

“Seriously?!” you gripe, equally mad at both of them, “You’re both grown men, right?” You push through their still-joined hands and go into the kitchen.

Olivia rises from the couch and admonishes them as well, “Good going, guys,” as she follows you into the kitchen.

“What?” they say in unison, looking at the only other man in the room. Jace shakes his head, looking between the two of them and taking a pull off his beer.

Walter walks into the kitchen, already apologizing as he approaches where you are sitting at the table. He takes your hand in his and holds it against his chest. It’s less what he says, and more of how he says it. He sounds genuine and he means every word. You peck him on the cheek, forgiving him. Olivia makes sure to tease you about how cute you two are.

Sy saunters in once Walter exits, placing the case of beer on the kitchen counter before opening it, removing two bottles, and handing one to you. Clinking the neck of his bottle against yours, he uncaps his and takes and takes a long pull. Taking a long look at you, he leans back and surveys your level of anger, trying to assess exactly how mad you are.

“Walter seems nice,” he starts in that fatherly tone that always gets a smile out of you. 

You shake your head and laugh despite yourself wanting to be mad at him. “You know, he actually is very nice. Just give him a chance to surprise you before you hate his guts, ok? That’s all I ask.”

“Oh, is that all? Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” he grumbles, pouting for a second. “Look, I’ll be on my best behavior like Church on Sunday if I can get some of that pot roast.” He turns those blue topaz eyes on you, and you’re putty in his hands, suddenly wishing Liv wasn’t in the room to watch that little moment. 

You rise from your seat, dishing out some of the roast and potatoes and carrots onto a plate for Sy, and place it in front of him. You light up when he closes his eyes at the first bite. His groan of satisfaction is more than enough to signal that you did a great job. But the pat he gives your knee is so warm and so intimate that your muscles instantly react to his touch, wishing it lingered for a second more.

“Liv, can Sy and I have a second to talk?” you plead, hoping that she would give you some space.

“Sure. I’ll just go back to fawning over Jace. He’s so pretty I wanna cry,” she professes, patting your shoulder as she exits the kitchen.

Your eyes follow Olivia as she leaves, and then they snap back to where Sy is sitting smiling at you. And you know this particular smile well. 

“Sy, why are you smiling at me like that? You said you would be on your best behavior and that smile is not your best behavior,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “I know that smile got me to do a lot of things back in the day.”

“A lot of fun things come to mind,” he murmurs, bringing his beer up to his lips to drain before rising to get another and lean on the counter, “But that is not why I’m here tonight. Don’t worry, I’m only here to make sure my favorite girl’s being taken care of. I will be a perfect gentleman, even to yer old man.”

Rising from your seat, you finally open your beer and stand next to him. Taking a sip, you bump his shoulder with yours. “One question I have for you. Why did you agree to come over? I mean, you could have hung up the phone or cursed me out when I asked you over to spend time with me. At my boyfriend’s cabin. In the woods. Just saying that now makes me wonder what was going through your head.”

“Not gonna lie, I loved seeing you the other day. Even though you weren’t exactly pleased to see me, you still told me to be careful out there in the woods. Look, I like having you in my life. If that means I have you as a friend, it’s much better than not having you at all,” he confesses, and your world shatters around you when you look up into his eyes and see his sincerity.

You open your mouth to speak but the words won’t take shape and you’re left looking for the answer in his face. The eyes you got lost in a million times before. The lips you kissed every chance you got. Standing this close, you can breathe each other’s breath. If you only stood on your tippy-toes and leaned in, you’d be right−

“Am I interrupting something?” Olivia’s voice snaps you back to reality and you put some space between you and Sy. She walks in between you two to grab another beer. She gives Sy a look before turning her attention to you, “Your boyfriend’s wondering where you are, bee-tee-dubs.” She throws out her arm, gesturing for you to lead the way back to the living room instead of finishing your conversation. You miss her giving Sy another pointed stare before following you out.

The night goes on as planned, at first. You all watch a college football game, Walter’s alma mater vs their rivals, who just happen to be Sy’s alma mater. You and Sy met after college, and he mentioned having played lacrosse, but he’s never shown interest in football. Until tonight, of course.

It’s been a long time since you and Sy spent time together, but you know his temperament. And he’s off. He doesn’t look like himself either, as if he’s covering up something. With the way that Walter and Jace keep sharing looks, you see he is on their radar as well.

Olivia and Jace occupy the two loungers, so you are sitting in between Walter and Sy on the couch. How lucky! You’re in the perfect spot to listen to Sy rooting loudly for his team and making snide comments all because he doesn’t wanna sit next to you and your new boyfriend. 

Walter, on the other hand, is quiet for the most part but trembling with anger. He’s letting Sy get to him, and you can’t stand it anymore. You’re suddenly jealous of Olivia who fell asleep halfway into the game.

You unwrap yourself from around Walter and turn to Sy. “Kitchen. Now.”

He doesn’t answer and mutely follows you, taken aback when you turn on him once you’re both in the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing? You are being such an ass. I’m trying to hold out an olive branch, but you are not meeting me in the middle, Sy,” you snap, feeling like you could spit fire.

“And why did you even invite me? To parade your new man all over me? I thought maybe we could try and be friends, but now I see all you wanna do is remind me that I wasn’t good enough for you,” Sy erupts, his voice booming and full of rage. 

“That’s not fair,” you gasp.

“All’s fair in love, Bug,” he cautions, sweat starting to drip down his forehead, “Look, I’m gonna go before either of us says something we’ll regret.” He turns and storms out of the kitchen before you can step any closer to him, but you are on his tail when he steps out of the front door.

You reach him, putting your hand on his shoulder as you try to stop him. He turns back to you, his eyes closed in a pained expression. His skin is flushed as he rips open his flannel, making it easier for you to see his Adonis belt just above his jeans. The bite mark is nowhere to be seen, having already healed. When he starts to hyperventilate, you try to soothe him by calling his name. Fast as lightning, Walter appears between you and Sy.

“Sy, you have to try and stay calm. You aren’t making this easy on yourself. Let it happen,” Walter holds his hands out, showing he means no harm as he tries to step closer to Sy. Walter starts to shift after removing his sweater and jeans.

“Back off, man,” Sy warns, feeling like he could explode with the heat beneath his skin.

“You can do this, just open your eyes,” Walter replies, before his mouth becomes a snout and talking is impossible.

But when Sy finally opens his eyes, they start to glow. His neck twists at a freakish angle, the sounds of bones crunching has you terrified. Reddish-brown fur sprouts out of his skin as his hands stretch into clawed paws. His confused screams are horrifying. Jace’s booming voice is talking over his cries, talking him through the transformation. 

Doubling over, Sy grunts in agony as he falls on all fours. Letting out a howl, his jeans fall away as he transforms for the first time. You scream, taking a step back when he sniffs the air and he takes one step toward you. 

Sy paces back and forth in front of Walter, seeming to weigh his options. Walter’s wolf form stands an inch or two taller than Sy as he puts distance between you and the new wolf.

Just as the tension is insurmountable, a throat is cleared, and you all look to see Jace standing in the driveway. Nonchalant, but his eyes keenly take in the scene in front of him as he nods at Walter. Olivia is at Jace’s side, dumbfounded by what she is witnessing. When she notices that rumbling sound coming from Jace is him growling, she throws away fear in place of curiosity.

The two wolves are kicking dust up with their feet, squaring off until Jace steps a bit closer to back up his brother. Sy had a chance of maybe beating Walter. But a new wolf up against two bonded brother wolves? No way in hell. 

You step in between the three of them. Holding out your hands, you plead with them not to fight. Walter’s nose nudges at your legs and he huffs in Sy’s face. Walter shifts back, picking up his jeans to put back on, and crossing his arms across his massive chest.

Walter and Jace move closer to Sy as he snarls at them until he sees you, clinging to Olivia. Tears fall from your eyes and something inside of Sy breaks. Looking to you, he can see the fear on your face and you wonder if that is what causes him to want to shift back into human form. The two brothers talk Sy down, telling him how to return to human form.

Once his bones have settled and the whining howls stop, Sy is in the fetal position on the lawn. Shivering, sweaty, and scared. His clothes are ruined, but you think you remember seeing a blanket in the truck bed earlier. You ask Olivia to get the blanket while you caress Sy’s face. 

Once the blanket is around his middle, you accept help from Walter to lift him up. Sy uses his last ounce of energy to push Walter away. 

Coming back to himself, Sy refocuses his anger on Walter. “This has nothing to do with you. Gonna need you to step aside,” Sy fumes, cranky from the changes he doesn’t understand he’s going through.

“That’s just not gonna happen. Maybe if you weren’t trying to move in on what’s mine, I’d be sorry for what I’ve done,” Walter seethes, “After all, I’m the one that bit you.”

You and Sy are both in a state of shock but for different reasons. Sy just found out werewolves are real, and your boyfriend just referred to you as “what’s his'. 

“You did this to me?” Sy’s rage peaks.

“Hey, hey. Focus on my voice, come back. You don’t wanna do this,” you trail off as Sy calms down. 

His irises are back to their brilliant blue and you can see recognition in them. He looks tired, but he is no worse for wear.

“Can we get outta here? Go someplace we can just…talk?” Sy insists.

You think for a second about how pissed you are at Walter for being extremely callous about turning Sy, not to mention talking about you as if you were a piece of property to be owned. You turn to look back at Walter before answering Sy.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you affirm, putting one of Sy’s arms around your neck to help him walk back to his truck. 

You watch Jace stand in front of Walter to stop him from following after you. “Let her cool off, you did just kinda refer to her as ‘what’s mine’, and generally women don’t like that outside of the bedroom.”

Olivia steps over to Walter, putting a hand on his shoulder, her expression calm and collected. “He won’t hurt her. He cares too much about her to do that.”

You get into the driver’s seat after putting Sy in the passenger side, not allowing him to drive. You caution a glance at Walter, instantly regretting looking at his mournful face. Turning the car on, you back out of the driveway and drive out to Sy’s place. 

As you drive there from muscle memory, you look over at Sy now and then. The streetlights of the town dash across his solemn face and bare chest as he sleeps. You almost don’t want to wake him when you make it to his house, he looks so peaceful and not like his life has been turned upside-down. You wake him with the back of your hand smoothing down his face. He grabs it, lost for a moment before he sees your face and where he is.

You help him get inside and suddenly feel exhausted as well. You loiter in the living room while he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen. You didn’t really plan how you were going to get back to Walter’s cabin tonight. And if you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want to go back tonight.

Sy comes back out, gulping down water from his glass while holding the blanket low around his middle. 

“Is it okay if we wait to talk? I’m tired as hell. I’ll take the couch if that’s alright?” You ask, sitting down on the couch and starting to move the pillows.

“You’re not staying out here. You’re sleeping in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch. I’ll grab you something to sleep in,” he rattles on, moving to the bedroom as you stand from the couch and look at your feet.

Sy comes back out to the living room. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and in a pair of grey sweatpants. He just can’t help himself, you think.

“I left you a shirt and some shorts on the bed. Let me know if you need anything, alright?” he advises, using a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the bedroom.

You laugh when you see Sy left you his Mötley Crüe shirt. While putting on the shirt and the boxers, you look at the bed and you know that you don’t want to sleep alone. You don’t care that this will only further complicate your relationship, but you need to not be alone right now. Your bare feet pad across the wood floor as you go back out to the living room. 

Sy hears you and picks his head up to look at you. “You alright, Bug?”

“I don’t wanna sleep alone. I know that’s probably−”

Sy was already up and ushering you back into the bedroom before you could finish your sentence. You pull back the covers so you both can climb in. You enter first and then he slides under the blanket next to you. He lays on his back, you on your side facing away from him. You wiggle your body backward until you come into contact with his warmth. You reach back for his arm and pull it around you.

“Is this okay?” you hesitate, suddenly afraid that you’re asking too much.

“Yeah. S’ok,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your neck. If he notices the shiver that goes down your spine, you’re grateful that he doesn’t mention it.

“Good night, Sy,” you murmur, yawning at the end of your sentence.

“G’night, Bug,” he breathes.

As you drift off to sleep, you think how different you imagined this day ending. You didn’t expect to be in your ex’s arms tonight instead of Walter’s. But you did expect to be in a werewolf’s embrace. Sy’s breath evens out behind you, the rising and falling of his chest against your back is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

To be continued...

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Time off the track (Lance Stroll)

Lance and Y/N enjoy having a long weekend off

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"Sweetheart", Lance called from his spot on the sofa once he heard you arrive back home from work. "In a minute, just need to take these things off my feet", he heard you chuckle before the small creek from the cabinet where you stored your shoes.

"I'm here!", you walked inside, Lance's eyes doing his overall check-up. He didn't notice he was doing it until Henry pointed it out for him in the last race weekend you went to, but apparently the minute you showed up after being somewhere out of his sight, your husband's eyes checked you out from head to toe, looking for any signs of discomfort and then focusing on your babybump, usually bringing a smile to his lips.

"Sit here, I want a cuddle while I tell you my suggestion", he opened his arms, letting you wiggle around and into a comfortable position.

"Oh, what suggestion?", you wondered after you pecked his lips.

"The guys want to have spend the next weekend doing something fun together. It's a long weekend and it would nice spending time together", he explained, hand coming up to your bump and rubbing the skin under the cotton fabric of your shirt.

"That sounds good, actually. A weekend away that doesn't involve racing", you mumbled.

"There's actually a race, still. They want to go to Texas and watch", Lance offered, not wanting to keep you in the dark.

"What I meant was you wouldn't be racing, so we will be travelling all together and I have you to myself still", you wiggled your eyebrows, "and Texas is a really good idea, me and baby have been craving BBQ", you smirked.

"Other than seeing the race, we can just explore the area a bit, see what comes up and what people recommend we do", Lance added, "it will be good to take a few days off".

"Yes, enjoy the sun, good food, good company. Sounds good to me", you smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek and carrying on talking about each of your days.

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The group consisted of you, Lance, Anna and her partner Michael, Mark and his wife Evie, Benjamin and Theo, arriving on time like scheduled to the airport, "how are we all feeling on this fine early morning?", Benjamin was the first to speak once you found yourselves by the gate.

"Could've done with a little bit more sleep, if I'm honest", Evie groaned into her husband's shoulder, "but otherwise very excited".

"Me too! Can't wait to feel some sun in my face", you smiled, taking off your jacket since you were feeling hot and giving everyone a show of your baby bump.

"Oh, it's so cute, Y/N! You look great!", Anna gasped, hands in front of her mouth as she got closer to you, "you're glowing!".

"And I also have these sexy things", you lifted your pants to show the compression socks the doctor recommended you wear whenever you boarded flights. You always travelled in comfy clothes, having learned over the years that any other way was simply not the way to go, so you had on a loungewear tracksuit, the flowy pants matching the equally roomy sweater.

"Doctor's orders?", she wondered and you nodded, "I already have issues as it is before getting pregnant, so it wasn't like I didn't expect it. You get used to them after a while", you said, checking to see if everyone was ready to walk to the plane once they checked your passports.

"Would you like something to drink before we take off?", the flight attendant wondered, taking orders from everyone, "could you please get us a bottle of water?", Lance asked, knowing you would forget about it.

"I was going to drink it", you teased, accepting the cup and drinking its content, "I remember what the doctor said", you smiled.

By the time you had been flying for a quarter of the expected time for the whole flight, you got up, walking along the small corridor while rubbing your bump.

"Is this a runway competition? Because we don't stand a chance when you look like that", Theo hyped you up, making you giggle as you exaggerated your walk for a few seconds before feeling your daughter kick.

"Doctor said to keep moving, since the socks can only do so much, and she's been kicking like crazy", you added, tapping the spot over your bellybutton where she seemed to kick harder.

"Hey! If she's kicking, I get privileges!", Lance called, making you stop in front of him as he places his palm where your hand was.

"Do you guys want to go get ready for the pool? I don't feel like doing much else today", Anna suggested, earning nods from everyone before you split into your rooms.

"Lance!", you called, seeing your husband come back from the balcony, "I think I need help taking these off, I can't bend properly", you blushed, not feeling strong enough to pull the socks away from your legs.

Chuckling, he bent down, kneeling on the floor so he could help you, massaging the skin and kissing your calves, "do they feel good?", he asked.

"Thank you", you groaned, wiggling your toes, "yes, it's a nice feeling, I might actually take these up after little one joins us, but they're a pain to get out", you offered, kissing his forehead and helping him get up, "let's go and enjoy the sunny day!", you cheered.

After getting ready, you met the rest of the group by the pool, the guys already in the water while the girls preferred to stay in the sun.

"Are you going us or joining them?", Michael wondered, "I'm going in the water, I've had enough of cold, gloomy days", you said, finding the steps so you could ease into the water. Taking off the cover up and throwing it to your chair, everyone's eyes travelled to your uncovered bump.

"Come here", Lance stretched his arms and beckoned you to approach him, chest and hair dripping wet since he had jumped in. Wrapping your arm around his waist, his right hand went to your bump immediately, "does he ever unlatch from your bump? Or is he always keeping his girls within arm reach distance?", Benjamin chuckled. It was all friendly banter and he was genuinely happy for his friends.

"A good mix of both", you confessed, "It's all new territory and we're going through all of this together. Besides, I've been feeling very clingy and wanting to start nesting, so I'm probably the one attached to him", you blushed.

"I want to float for a bit, your sister said that the best thing she did for her back pain when she was pregnant was relieve the pressure by being in the water", you held your husband's hand, getting ready to let yourself fall on your back.

"We're standing by here just in case you start sinking down like a nail", Mark noted with a giggle, making the boys do a circle around you and Lance as you kicked your legs up.

After a few moments of finding your balance, gravity and all things physics worked as your bump and chest rose up, poking out of the water while you floated, "Y/N! This is such a cute pick! Little one with all her uncles protecting you both!", Evie exclaimed, getting her phone and snapping a few pictures at the moment.

"Now move away, I want to snap a few of just Y/N, she looks glorious", she complimented as the boys swam away, "gorgeous, mama, absolutely gorgeous".

"It feels good", you moaned, "I feel so light weight, like, feather-light", you smiled when you saw Lance look back at you, "we can look into it when we go back home, anything to make you more comfortable, sweetheart", he said, kissing your lips before he held your ankles, moving your body as you giggled, not noticing Evie recording the video she claimed was "for when the little princess grows up and wants to know what love is". Her parents would be the best example and this one of the many moments to show it.

When you got back to the lounging chairs, carefully rubbing sun protection cream on before laying down, the boys started playing Padel in the court the house you rented had, shouts and groans heard while you and the girls got some colour on your skin.

"They're just little boys sometimes, aren't they?", Anna noted, seeing Lance and her boyfriend bicker about a foul.

"In some ways, I guess, but it's good they have eachother to spend time with, Goodness knows I won't play that", Evie sneered, "would you, Y/N?".

"What? Play Padel?", they nodded, "I've played with Lance before, with the other drivers and their partners. I'm not that great, but I'm not nearly as competitive as them, so I just play for the fun of it. Lance was kind enough to invite me out of it when he Charles were fighting for the first place in their Driver's Padel Championship", you chuckled.

.

"I love these dresses on you", Lance complimented, his hand grabbing yours and twirling you around, smiling when you faced him again and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, my love", you added, seeing Michael return with the passes for the race, "we're all set guys, c'mon!", he nudged, handing everyone their pass before you walked to the entrance, a couple of photographers taking pictures and a group of fans asking Lance for autographs.

"That's where we will be", you pointed to the hospitality, walking in and choosing somewhere to sit. While you, Evie and Anna enjoyed this racing series, you were planning to stay on sofas while the boys were standing against the balcony railing so they could watch the race.

Throughout the weekend, you couldn't help but notice how Lance had been having so much fun with the boys, making a mental note to do these things more often when you had the opportunity.

He said something and loudly laughed, bringing your attention to him before your daughter made herself known, "it's daddy, I know", you smiled, rubbing your bump.

"She always kicks when he laughs?", Evie cooed, "My goodness, if you two don't stop being so cute, I'm next", she let out a groan.

"Yes, or when he speaks to the bump very closely. The books say she's able to recognise his voice, and it's very cute", you smiled, "although the bigger she gets, she'll soon start kicking my bladder".

"Wooo-ooh!", Lance said as you assumed the race was going well, looking back to check on you and blowing you a kiss.

.

The vineyard was truly stunning and, despite not taking part in the wine tasting for obvious reasons, you were having a great time.

"Are you also having lunch here? Our chef has done an excellent tasting menu", the young woman offered.

"We already have BBQ booked", Lance stated, "since my wife can't drink right now, we're giving her one of her pregnancy cravings. Maybe next time we visit", he nodded.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were guided to the table, placing your things down and looking at the menu.

"Can you order for me, please? I really have to go to the bathroom", you wondered as Evie said she was going with you.

When the waiter came back, to the table, he started taking everyone's order, tapping on the iPad as they went along the table, "Can you just make sure the meat is cooked through, please? My wife is pregnant", Lance told the waiter, "absolutely, sir", before he left.

"You really get a kick out of it everytime you say she's pregnant, don't you?", his friend teased, "don't get me wrong, I think it's cute actually", Mark smiled.

"Of course I do, the woman I love is having our baby", Lance cooed, seeing you walk to the table back from the bathroom.

"And she looks incredibly gorgeous while she does it!", Anna said, "she's glowing, really. You guys are going to be such great parents, can't wait to meet the little princess".

"Neither can we, but soon enough", you smiled, accepting Lance's hand and holding it in yours, "soon enough".

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll fanfic #lance stroll x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #lance stroll fluff

[jakexneytiri]

I want to know more about Neteyam x readers kids !

you do??! 😭😭 this just made my day omg 🥹 welllllll let’s see here. there’s:

tsantu. (his name in na’vi means: good person, good guy) which is v fitting for him. the oldest of the bunch, a literal mini neteyam. both neteyam and reader adore him. like adore. he was the first to make them parents, bringing an indescribable joy to their family. he cherishes every second spent with his parents. he loves when neteyam takes him for rides on his ikran, and he can’t wait until he can choose his very own. he also loves helping reader prepare meals, and listening to her sing. he asks reader to sing to him every night before bed. (ninat what’s good?) he’s very brave, and only fears one thing: losing his family to the “sky people” that grandpa always talks about.

se’ayl. (her name in na’vi means: a tall, thin waterfall) the second oldest, neteyam & reader’s first daughter. ever since she was little, she’s loved the water. (maybe due to the fact that reader would often visit the creek & go for a dip when pregnant?) any chance she can get, she’s swimming in the small creek near neteyam & reader’s marui. every day she asks them if they can go swimming as a family, and most days they do. she is extremely creative, you’ll often find her crafting a new armband or bracelet, she’s made multiple for reader, neteyam, and her siblings. she has a soft spot for neteyam, and hates when he has to go train for the day. but he typically makes it up to her with some pillow kisses, which are her favorite.

txonuk. (his name in na’vi means: night shadow) third oldest, second son. kept reader and neteyam up at night many times when he was younger. (neteyam swears he has some grey hairs in his one braid now.) a very hands on child, touching anything and everything he could reach, often getting himself into trouble. not on purpose of course, just a curious kid! always testing the waters and pushing the limit when it comes to reader and neteyam. tsantu always looks out for him, as his protective older brother. always the last to fall asleep, and even when reader & neteyam think all the kids are asleep, chances are txonuk’s still awake. he throughly enjoys any time after eclipse, loving the night time & bioluminescence just like his mama. (even surprised reader with some bioluminescent leaves for her top) sneaking out to go for a night swim with se’ayl, he gets a harsh scolding from neteyam and from then on has put up a wall between him and his father for a bit, but gets over it eventually, as neteyam later explains he was worried for their safety. (boys are so dramatic sometimes😭)

nima. (her name in na’vi means: shy) the youngest daughter of reader & neteyam. fairly new to the world, but loves every bit of it. shy. so very shy, except around her family. she loves exploring, always picking something up on the ground to tuck away in the pouch around her hip. like se’ayl, nima also enjoys swimming (a little too much, she never wants to get out when it’s time to go.) very clumsy, always tripping and falling over things. LOVES her grandfather, says he gives the best hugs. (grandpa hugs are the best<3) always asking if they can visit/stay with jake & neytiri. has neteyam wrapped around her little finger. already convinced him to craft her a bow (has no idea how to use it, and no real intent to learn just yet. she just wants to be more like her daddy.)

i hope that answers your question, anon!<3

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam smut #neteyam sully smut #neteyam sully #avatar: the way of water #tsantu sully #se’ayl sully #txonuk sully #nima sully #tsantu #se’ayl #txonuk #nima #tsantu te suli neteyam’itan #se’ayl te suli y/n’ite #txonuk te suli neteyam’itan #nima te suli y/n’ite #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully x reader

[dixondystopia]

From the Forest: part 1

Masterlist

~Meeting Daryl in the woods~~Daryl Dixon x Female Reader~ This is just set up for the rest of the story :)

Warnings: Typical Walking Dead violence/abuse, references of past and current abuse.

Word count: 2747

-The divider is my own-

“Yo, Y/n!” A voice called out to you from the path.

You were out washing laundry the old fashioned way, a bucket full of water and a washboard, squatted down next to the creek. Your arms were soaked to the elbows, your short sleeved shirt speckled with water droplets that had already sunk into the fabric.

Your head turned to see a guy walking down the path to you, a familiar yet not entirely friendly face. It was the spunky ‘kid’ from your camp, and you searched his features in an attempt to remember his name. Short black hair, skinny, rounded face but his cheekbones were sunken. Ahh yes, the kid who always seemed to be sporting a black eye, Randall.

He smiled at you. “Hunter wanted me to tell you that we are headed out a bit for some target practice… You mentioned you wanted to learn, so I guess he remembered that.”

You watched him for a moment, smiling. You were weary about this camp. You had only been here for a few days, but some of the guys here did not seem like the friendly type. Most of the women were decent though, and you had actually made ok friends with some of the wives here. But hey, a little target practice would protect you from the randos right?

“Great! Who all is going?” You ask, turning back to the washboard and continuing to scrub down your clothes.

“Just a few of us, me, Hunter, Gabel…” Randall said. “And a couple other guys I don’t know the names of.”

You nodded. “What about Mavis and Margaret? They mentioned they wanted to learn.”

“I dunno, they might be coming,” Randall said. “Hunter can tell you the details, I've got to finish my chores. We’re headed out in an hour.”

You looked at him. “An hour? It’ll be dark by the time we make it back.”

Randall nodded, seeming slightly hesitant. “Yeah, but they wanted to go huntin’ first thing in the morning… Right now is the only time they could fit it in.”

You hesitated.

“Look, you want to learn or not?” Randall said. “If you do, meet us by the supply tent in 45 minutes…” And with that, Randall left you sitting there.

You looked down at your wet clothes against the washboard. You really did want to learn: it was the only way you would be able to defend yourself out here. Not to mention, the people in the camp hadn’t given you a reason to doubt them before. If they thought the best time to go out was now, who were you to argue?

40 minutes later, you met Randall by the supply tent. You had gotten changed out of your wet garments and into more durable clothes, and a pair of hiking boots someone had found that was surprisingly in your size.

It was only Randall and a couple other guys there so far, people you didn’t know the names of.

Randall smiled, getting off of the truck bed he was sitting in and walking over to you. “Well aren't you early.”

You returned the smile out of politeness. “Better early then late,” You say, looking at the other, bigger guys standing there. “What guns will we be learning with?”

They exchanged a look with Randall, and Randall looks back to you as he walks over next to the guys. “Just some basic stuff, pistols, rifles if you're feeling brave. Hell, even a crossbow if ya want it.”

You chuckle, leaning against the truck next to him. “Crossbow would be quiet.”

“Yeah, but ya have to hunt down the arrows and that’s a whole thing,” Randall pointed out.

You nodded your head in a so-so manner. “True.”

You and Randall continued the small talk for a while. It was nice to chat with someone about simple things, and the longer you talked the more you trusted Randall. He was just a funny, spunky kid from no-wheres-vill, who probably couldn’t have survived a day without this camp. That didn’t matter though, he was still an ok guy to chat with.

Soon another guy, Hunter, the ring-leader of the camp, approached the truck with another guy behind him. “Y'all ready?”

The other two guys nodded with a smile, and Randall gave a thumbs up.

Hunter turned his attention to you. “You ready to learn?”

You nodded, “Yes, more than ready.”

Hunter gave a curt nod. “Good. Let’s roll out!” He announced, and the guys gave a whoop of agreement.

How you got stuck in the backseat, you didn’t know. Randall was on your left, some other guy on your right. Hunter was driving, his second in command in the passenger side. The last guy was begrudgingly in the truck bed, watching the grass go behind them as they drove.

Being surrounded by the big guys was making you uncomfortable enough, not to mention their smell. It was clear to tell that they hadn’t bathed in at least a month. Randall kept looking over at you with a small smile, which was nice in a weird way. From what you had seen today, and around the camp, he really did just seem like a spunky kid getting dragged along in all of the bigger guys stuff. Like a sidekick almost.

It was a half an hour before Hunter pulled the car to a stop, removing the keys and shoving them into his pocket. The truck had driven through a field before finally passing some trees. When the trees got thicker and thicker, turning into a forest, they parked.

Everyone got out of the vehicle, grabbing out some guns. Actually, you counted five guns, but there were six of you. That struck you as odd, but figured that you didn’t all need one at once.

It was another half our hike before you all made it to a small clearing. It was one large cleared out circle, a small pile of ash in the middle. This was one of their campsites for hunting.

You smiled, breathing in the smell of fresh air. It was heading towards dusk now, and the whole forest was getting darker.

“Now you gotta be careful, don’t go wandering, this forest is full o’ Walkers,” Hunter said, and the other guys chuckled. You didn’t respond. Was that supposed to be a joke?

“So where do we start?” You asked, and a couple of them smirked.

Hunter nodded his head to the side before stepping back into the middle of the clearing. “Come over here and we’ll show you how to load one.”

Randall was behind you, hands on his hips with a small smile.

You glanced around, taking a cautious step forward, following Hunter.

Your internal dangor radar began going off as Hunter looked at you, a smirk on his face as he stepped slightly closer. Before you could do anything, he took a hold of your arm in a hard grip, putting his face close into yours. His other hand snaked down, holding your hip.

“Hey! What are you?!” You struggled against his hold, only making his grip harder, his knuckles turning white, your hand tingling as the blood flow was cut off.

You looked around at the other guys, who were approaching you now. You looked towards Randall with panic, but he was still smiling.

Flight or flight kicked in immediately- your breath and heart rate speeding up, eyes wide with fear.

You sent your knee up into Hunter's groin, slamming it between his legs.

He immediately let go, crumpling the ground.

One of the other guys took a grip on your other arm, pulling out a knife from his pocket. Before he could do anything with it you yanked your arm free, catching his knife in the process, the blade running down your arm, leaving a large cut. It immediately started bleeding and the pain set it.

You turned and started to run, someone catching a fistful of your shirt. You turned on your heel, turning your hips and punching him square in the face.

Randall reached for you himself, and you ran.

You ran, crashing through a set of thorny vines, cutting up your legs through your pants.

“Where you goin’ girly!!” One of them yelled, and it was followed up by another guy laughing.

“Tons o’ Walkers out there girl!!” Another yelled. They were whooping like animals.

You ran, feet coming down against the ground hard with each step.

They were right behind you. You could hear them.

You passed one, maybe two Walkers who were attracted to all the noise, but instead of going after you they went after the loud men chasing you.

You heard gunfire, and your hands immediately covered your head, ducking as you ran. They were shooting at Walkers, but you didn’t want to get caught in the firing.

The forest was getting darker and darker.

You could hear stray animals in the distance coming to life in the night, owls, dogs, Walkers… But more importantly the people behind you, chasing after you. The people who had lured you into the woods just to use you then discard you…

The sun…

Finally…

You could tell by the brightness of the forest that it was getting to be daybreak.

Your running had turned into walking, then finally desperate stumbling throughout the night.

The men had given up following you after an hour or so, hopefully heading back to their camp.

Exhaustion was setting in now, your feet sent sharp pains through your body, and you felt weak with blood loss from your arm. You had taken off your shirt, wrapping it around your arm desperately in an attempt to keep it from bleeding out… But it was soaking through your shirt slowly.

You shivered again. It was Georgia, so the warmth of the day would be back in no time, but being in just a sports bra was making you cold and exposed.

Your head felt fuzzy as you wobbled along.

Footsteps… Behind you?

Growling. Groaning. The hiss of a desperate long dead thing searching for its next meal.

You stumbled somewhat faster, seeming like a toddler desperately staggering about to keep from falling.

One root- boot getting caught- and you fell to the ground with a groan, rolling onto your back, trying to catch your breath as the Walker stumbled above you, its drooling maw opening and closing as it hissed.

You squint your eyes shut, holding your hands up, bracing for the impact of the Walker above you…

Thunk.

You opened your eyes as the world started spinning in circles, the Walker collapsed on the ground, an arrow sticking out from its mangled eye socket.

You look up, taking breaths as the world kept doing its pirouettes.

All you saw was a figure- a silhouette of a person as the sun was rising behind them.

You heard the voice of a man, his tone low and accent thick, as the world faded away in a dance of swirls.

“Ya’ ok…?”

Birds… Light…Trees?...

The world slowly came into view, your eyes fluttering open. You took a slow moment, watching the birds hop around in the trees above you before you fully came into consciousness.

You sat up slowly, wincing once, looking over at your arm. It was wrapped in a chunk of fabric, your torn shit, but better tied together so it wasn’t bleeding anymore.

“Ya’ bit?” A husky male voice asks, and your head turns towards him, eyes focusing against the brightness.

It was a man. He was holding a crossbow, an arrow clicked into place ready to fire, pointed at the ground. He had a small amount of stubble, squinted eyes, and unwashed brown hair. He was wearing a vest. It was buttoned up, but it was clear that he wasn’t wearing anything under it. His pants looked pretty scuffed up, too.

You watched him for a moment, taking in what he looked like, deciding if he was a threat.

“Ya’ bit?” He repeated, a little more forcefully this time.

“No,” You muttered. You were startled by your own voice, it was hoarse, your throat dry.

“Scratches? What are they from,” He grunted, watching you from above.

You squint, thinking back bitterly. “Men.”

He squinted at you. “Men…?”

“Not Walkers if that’s what you're asking…” You mutter, swallowing nothing. Your whole mouth was dry.

“Ya’ sure? The one on your arm, what was it cut by?” He says hesitantly.

“A knife, I think… The ones on my legs were from thorns,” You say.

He gives a curt nod, seeming to believe you. He bends down next to a tree, grabbing a canteen you hadn’t noticed was there before. He hands it to you with a nod.

Your eyes widen at the sight. You didn’t want to accept it from a stranger, but your thirst took over. You unscrew the cap with your good but still shaky hand, swallowing down a few gulps of water. You lower it from your lips with a satisfied sigh.

“Thanks.”

He nods. “Ya got a name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n…” He repeats. “Why did they attack ya?”

You shake your head with a sigh.

He doesn’t ask you to answer again, just waits.

You look over at the wrappings on your arm. It looked much better than when you did it, and it was wrapped together sturdily. For the first time you notice that you were also wearing a shirt. It was a red-orange button up, way too big for you and smelling of sweat and mud.

You use your good hand to hold the bottom of the shirt in gesture.

“This is yours?” You ask.

He nods.

“You fixed my arm wrap?”

He nods again.

You wait a moment before speaking. This was the first time anyone had actually taken care of you since the apocalypse began. You had a family before… But now…

“Thanks…” You mutter.

He nods, accompanied by a grunt.

“Why did you do it? You could have let that Walker eat me and not waste your time,” You ask, watching him.

“I ain’t like that. Couldn’t just leave ya for dead,” He says, shifting his crossbow over his shoulder, deeming you not a threat. And even if you were, you couldn’t do much of anything in your condition anyways.

“I’m lookin’ for someone, a girl,” He says. He holds out his hand in a gesture of a child's height. “ 'Bout yay high, brown hair, carries ‘round a doll.”

You shake your head. “I haven’t seen any little girls around.”

He nods. “Those men coulda gotten ‘er?”

“Doubtful… They're miles away by now…”

He grunts. “How many of em?”

You shake your head, sighing. “I don’t know… Pretty large camp… I had only been there a few days.”

“How long you been runnin’? How far away is their camp?”

You shrug. “I ran all night… They drove us there… Hard telling.”

He grunts. “Not planning on going back are ya?”

You shake your head. “No way in hell.”

“What did they do to ya?”

“Those guys… They tried to…” You suddenly found yourself self conscious of how pained your voice sounded. This wasn’t the first time men had attempted doing that to you since world broke down. You cleared your throat with a small cough. “They tried to use me. Five guys. They said we were going out for a lesson on how to shoot.”

He nods, brows frowning. “Worlds even more full men like them than it used ta be.”

You nod, feeling exposed.

He watches you for a moment longer. “Family? Friends? A group other than them?”

You shake your head as he speaks. “I’ve got nothing.”

He watches you for a moment longer, picking up the canteen and hanging it from his belt. “Can ya walk?”

You lean against a tree for support and stand upright. Your legs still felt like jelly from all that running, but you could walk. You nod.

He grunts, turning around, crossbow in his hands. “Come with me. We gotta medic that can get ya fixed up and on yer way.”

You blink, walking behind him. “A medic? You have a group?”

He grunts, nodding once.

“Wait- what’s your name?” You ask, stumbling along, trying not to trip on any large sticks or roots again.

The archer grunts, glancing back at you momentarily before focusing on his surroundings, keeping an eye out for people or Walkers.

“The name’s Daryl. Daryl Dixon…”

Masterlist

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #walking dead #merle dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #norman reedus

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

r slowly falling in love with blind!max mayfield...

thoughts?

YES OMG YES, also you said thoughts and I spent way to much time on this...

That's brilliant, because in S5, she will most likely be blind, and may have some other health issues due to A STUPID FUCKER NAMED JASON CARVER WHO TRIED TO KILL LUCAS WHILE LUCAS WAS WITH MAX. AND IF WE GOT RID OF JASON MAX WOULD BE PERFECTLY FINE AND HER WALKMAN WOULD HAVE FUCKING SAVED HER

Also, in this one Vecna died in S4

Blind!Max Mayfield x Reader

May 4, 1988 (Yn's pov, with a little bit of Max's pov)

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Max was at the park again today. You had only had a brief conversation with her. She had lost her sight in a car accident, it just happened to have happened outside the old Creek house.

You shake off the thoughts, the thoughts that what she was saying wasn't true, and go talk to her. Your footsteps are loud so she doesn't get to spooked.

"Max, it's Yn," you call out when you are only a few feet away. She turns to the direction that your voice came from and you see a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Hey Yn," Max offers a small wave. You wave back, and then mentally kick yourself, she can't see your wave. You were an idiot.

"How's your Mom?" You ask. Her Mom had been so freaked out after everything. This town really was cursed, and Max's poor mom. Her step son was killed in a tragic mall fire, her husband left her, and her daughter was almost killed. You didn't blame her for drinking.

"Steve dropped me off," Max replies and you sit down next to her. You knew what that meant. Her Mom wants doing well, most likely still asleep, that was why Max had called Steve.

It had taken Max a week to have Steve's phone number memorized, it took her a month to learn how to use the phone without her sight.

She learned braille after a while. A little book of phone numbers sits next to the phone. All I'm braille, a reminder of what Vecna had done.

"I could give you my number and I could pick you up next time? Only if you want," you say. God, you sounded like an idiot. You just wanted to help her, not in a pity way. You just knew she hated being helpless.

"I can't read," she reminds with a laugh, you let out a little laugh to.

"I know braille, let me write it down," you say and grab the little notepad in your pocket. You scribble down the number and hand it to her.

She runs her fingers over it and you can see a small smile appear on her face. She couldn't believe you knew braille, or even would be willing to drive her.

Max heard a honk and got up, "Thanks Yn," she says and grabs her walking stick before slinging her backpack over her shoulder and leaving. You smile and say goodbye.

It was nice to have a friend.

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May 4, 1988 (Steve's Pov)

Steve honked the horn and saw Max with a girl, he recognized the girl. He had seen her and Max talking a few times before.

He saw Max get up and grab her stuff, slowly walking back to his car. She usually called him or one of the other boys to drive her to the park on the weekend.

She didn't usually let Steve stay, and Steve didn't know why the park. She said it was peaceful.

"Thanks Steve," Max says when she gets in the car. Steve notices she looks a little happy.

"It's no problem, really. It's not like I have anything better to do," Steve told the girl. It was true, when he wasn't working he didn't do much other then hang out with the kids.

Max then slipped in her walkman, and Steve knew she was done talking. She hadn't been very open to anybody about anything.

Pushing everybody away, Steve was worried about max.

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May 29, 1988 (Yn's Pov)

You had been seeing Max every saturday. She was always dropped off by some guy she said was Steve, but today she was dropped off by a curly haired boy. He had brown hair, and he looked like he was only 16 or so.

"Max," you say and she waves in the direction of your voice. Over the last few months you had known her she had always been good at knowing where the voice had come from.

Max walks over, and sits next to you, "Hey, Yn," she says with a smile. You notice she seems more happy then usual.

Her shoulders aren't hunched, she's sitting up straight. Her smile is wider, and lasts longer.

"Who was the kid?" You ask. You had never seen him before. She hadn't told you much of her past, other then a mom who was trying her best and Steve. She told you about Steve a lot.

"Dustin, he is apart of this friend group I used to hang out with a lot," Max replies. She had mentioned there were some kids she used to be close with, but she told you she didn't talk with many people anymore.

"Oh, that's cool," you say and she laughs a little. You didn't know what was funny.

"He's pretty awesome," she says. You were slightly confused but went with it. He probably stood up to some bullies, or he is popular in school. Maybe she even has a crush on him.

"I like your laugh," you say and she blushes. She mumbles a thanks. Her laugh was a nice sound. Kind of like hearing your mom's voice after a long day.

"I haven't seen you at school before," Max comments and then laughs, "I mean I told Lucas about you and he hasn't ever even seen you," Max says and you tell her you go to a school a few miles from there.

"Oh, that cool," Max says in reply. You both carry on in some basic small talk, and she tells you about her old friend group.

She talks until you hear the telltale honk, and see Dustin. He waves, and you wave back. You hand max her backpack as she grabs her waking stick.

"Bye, Yn," Max says.

"See you Saturday," you reply.

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June 1, 1988 (Yn's Pov with more some thoughts from Max)

You were sitting at home after school. Completely bored out of your mind when you heard your phone ring.

You picked it up, "This is Yn,"

"Uh, hey it's max?" The girl says and you recognize her voice.

"Oh! Hey," you tell her

"I called four other people before I get your number right," she laughs and you let out a little snort.

"Shit," you say in reply.

"Um, you said I could calm if I needed a ride?" Max almost asks.

"I am your own personal chauffeur," you say.

"Cool, do you want to maybe go to the diner? Steve said he saw one around the park," Max says and you smile.

"Where do I need to pick you up from?"

--

You were deciding between a strawberry and a vanilla milkshake. Max had picked a strawberry.

"Screw it, strawberry," you told the waiter. He smiled at you and ran to go out in your orders.

"This place seems pretty nice," you tell her. She smiles at you.

"Steve had a shitty time with women, but he can pick a place to eat," Max says with a small laugh.

You giggle in response. You both engage in small talk, how's school, what did you do last night, the basics.

The waiter brings out your milkshakes and you thank him before putting the straw in Max's and handing it to her.

"Oh, thanks," Max says and smiles again as she tries it, "I pick the best milkshake flavors," she jokes and upon trying yours, she is definitely right.

"So, are you and Lucas still a thing?" You ask nonchalantly. She had mentioned that they dated, never saying if they still were

"No, we were on and off for a few years, we finally decided we were better off as friends," Max tells you before taking another sip of her milkshake.

"Few years?" You ask in shock and she nods. A few years? No guy had been interested in you for more then a week or two.

You both finished your milkshakes, you left some cash on the table, and went out to the car. Max thanked you for taking her out, and you told her it was no problem.

You made basic small talk, nothing special. But max was. After everything she had been through, everything she had lost, she was still happy and smiling.

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August 28, 1988 (Yn's Pov)

You had been driving Max to the park every Saturday, and Wednesday. You both went there to hang out, and sometimes would stop by the diner before hand to pick up lunch or milkshakes.

But today Steve had wanted to drive Max. Either he missed her or he had something to tell her.

"Okay, Yn. I need to tell you something," Max says and you can tell by the way she is fidgeting that something is wrong. Very wrong.

"You know you can tell me anything," you say. You liked her, you didn't know how it happened. You had always enjoyed her laugh, smile, just being with her.

"You know that girl? Barb, the one who disappeared a while ago? The government cover up was a lie. Same with the mall fire, and same with me," Max says before she tells you everything.

Barb wasn't killed by a chemical leak. She was killed by some beast that drug her to another world. A parallel universe, something called the Upside Down. It had Demo-Dogs and Demogorgons, monster bats and a thing called Vecna.

And it wasn't a mall fire, it was the Mind Flayer. Any death that has occurred in the last five years, was most likely due to the alternate universe.

"Are you okay?" You ask. Having been through all of that, there was no way it didn't take a huge toll on your mental health.

"What? No, I'm fine just blind," she replies a little confused. She was fine, minor side effects. She was still better then Bob, and better then Billy.

"Not physically, mentally. How is your mental health?" You say and she lets out a sad laugh.

"It's complete shit," she replies and you grab her hand she blushes and you start to recall your hand, "No, it's nice," she says.

You feel heat creeping onto your cheeks and are thankful she can't see how much you are blushing.

"I think I like you, more then just like a friend," Max admits and you smile. She liked you back.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask and Max replies by leaning in to kiss you. You find her lips and softly kiss her before pulling away, both breathless.

"That's it, wow," You say and Max sighs.

"Incredible," max says with another happy sigh. You both hear a car honks, Steve had driven max this time.

Max gets up and grabs her stuff before slowly waving and walking back, you tell a bye and she yells back.

You would see her again in a few days and couldn't wait. You would definitely be calling her tonight.

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August 28, 1988 (Stevie's pov)

Steve had waited a minute before honking after the girls kissed. He knew they liked each other, he knew from the second he noticed how Max was happier.

He couldn't be more happy as he honked and Max came, as fast as she could. The girls waved bye, and Steve swore his heart grew Three sizes.

They were in love, young love was so cute to watch. Watching Max and Yn, it would be nice after everything they had been through.

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I spent hours on this, and I have no regrets. Not a single one.

Please reblog this if you enjoyed.

My requests are open, if you check my pinned post it has all of the people and fandoms I write for.

#max mayfield x reader #Blind!max x reader #max mayfield #slow burn fic #max mayfield fanfic #max mayfield is bi #max mayfield imagine #friends to lovers #best friends to lovers #THIS IS SO SWEET #max mayfeild

[shhh-secret-time]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics! -SnomoScribbles

You!!! Yooooou!!! You know what speaks to my soooooul! Talking about writing!!

☆ The fic I loved writing the most? I actually had a lot of fun writing was Ginger Snap! It was the one fic that wasn't hard for me to write! It just came naturally.

Kyle is a lot of fun to write for, he's just the hardest for me to write for!

☆ Honestly, I was not a fan of my Tweek and Craig fic, or the one Butters fic I did.

- BIG RANT AHEAD-

I have a lot of conflicted feelings writing for Tweek or Craig. The Fandom loves those two together very much and writing anything involving them with fem feels weird? It's a very touchy subject for me because their representation is important for many people! On the other hand it's important for pansexual/bisexual people too.

As someone who's bisexual myself I understand enough to know it feels good when I read things that include my sexuality. But I'm still very ignorant to a lot of things. Things I'm still trying to learn, things I will happily change about myself if it makes me a more understanding person.

So until I sort these feelings out I probably won't be taking anymore requests involving Creek. If they're separate that's fine, but until then it's probably going to be closed off.

For the Butters fic it's literally my first one I wrote so of course I'm not going to like it. In fact now that I know a little more, I'm probably gonna go back and re-write it!

☆ I had the most fun writing the Midnight Summers Dream fic! That's where my roommate and I came up with the Fae King Kyle! Like why just make him an elf? Go further. Give him beautiful golden wings that make his red hair look like a sunset! Yes bitch!

☆ The fic I'm most proud of is going to sound a little selfish and for that I apologize. It's my Pomegranates and Honey. This is the first time I'm writing something so important to me. Honestly, I want it to drive home that message I've talked about a thousand times and to encourage others to write that self indulgent fic or draw that self indulgent piece!

☆ Honestly it's not a fic but the headcanons I did for Clyde, I wish kicked off a little more! I feel like the Fandom doesn't do enough with Clyde! I love, love an older brother figure being an absolute dork to his sister!

☆ My happiest fic probably has to be Low Ratio! The fic that started all this madness! Just because I was like, "Man, there sure are a lot of angst involving Stan on AO3. What if he was just....happy?"

☆ I don't really have a sad one I think? Might need to change that...

☆ Most comedic? You know I laughed the most at Snowy Aspens and Lined With Ink

You guys really like Stan. Me too

Hey but thanks for sending this! It was a lot of fun to answer all that! If you got this far you should check out my boy @snomoscribbles! He's a fanfic writer himself and his shit is 😘🤌

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[numbknee]

Enough of the suffering thru the asks abt all the other cartman ships, what abt your brain rot? 🥺 what *are* your thoughts on kyman?? Go ham dude

ooooh dear... where to begin with the kyman brainrot....... I guess I’ll start at the beginning. VERY LONG POST under the cut. this is basically my kyman meta magnum opus lmao

I’ve talked about this ad nauseam before, but I really, REALLY didn’t want to get into south park. I had only ever watched like 2 full episodes before 2021 and I simply did not understand the appeal. I just thought the draw to the show was the shock factors: gross-out humor, children swearing and committing violence, and blatant bigotry played for laughs. I didn’t understand how it could be so popular other than “well I guess there are lots of horrible people out there who like this horrible show.” 

I grew up in a very WASP-y town and had peers in elementary/middle school who learned about the existence of antisemitism and other bigotries through south park. because kids are stupid and don’t understand satire, many of them took it at face value and were able to have shittons of words added to their vocabulary to put people down and insult them. it was horrible tbh. and I hated the show for that, even as a young kid. I personally wasn’t perfect by any means but even as a snot-nosed, extremely sheltered little white girl I knew that you just shouldn’t do that shit. our school system in particular lauded the “golden rule” constantly (we had to do a school-specific pledge after the pledge of allegiance every day... yeah I know, very american) and I was like “cmon, you guys can’t even follow that ONE RULE to be a semi-decent human being?? really??”

anyway at the end of 2021, my younger brother asked me to watch the post-covid specials with him and he was very excited about it. I was immediately hesitant, especially because in recent years he has become alarmingly incel-y and took a hard turn to the right while I became a leftist. I reluctantly agreed to sit through it to try to understand him more because, even though his political ideology sucks ass, he’s still my brother and I do love him. 

so I watched the specials, and I came out the other side of it shell-shocked with how surprisingly good the writing was. THIS stupid show, the show that all this time I thought was bottom-of-the-barrel comedy, was... GOOD??? particularly regarding CARTMAN?? 

the only things I knew about cartman going into it were the following: he’s fat, he says the name “kyle” weird, and he’s a horrible antisemite. and they made him grow up to be a freaking RABBI. it completely caught me off guard and *gasp* actually made me laugh???? what???? 

there were plenty of other things I loved about the post-covid specials, like my depressed ass relating WAAAY too hard with stan, the extremely on-the-nose satire of the state of advertisement/capitalism with the stupid “denny’s applebee’s max” restaurant chain gag and all the old people being shoved into a giant prison retirement home once they aren’t productive anymore, kenny getting sick of the gang’s bullshit and writing “FUCK THESE HOES” on a beloved childhood photo, butters become a snake-oil salesman for NFTs, kyle being told to “think like a kid” and like 2 seconds later realizing they need to look up kenny’s ass. I could go on but you get the point. 

I liked it way more than I thought I ever would. and obviously, I often find south park funny for different reasons than my brother does because matt & trey are very good at toeing the line of appealing to both sides of the american political spectrum, but it’s become a point of bonding between us in the year since I started watching the show and I’m grateful for that. 

of course, since i’m terminally on tumblr and ao3, I also started to dive into the fandom of south park. I had heard about the whole creek thing years ago and waved it off as a stupid gag but then I realized wait, holy shit, there’s actually a GIGANTIC shipping culture around south park??? at first I got into style because of the interesting concept of post-covid kyle and stan reconnecting after decades apart and not being the same people they used to be but trying to make it work anyway (I even wrote a fic about it ahahaa...) 

but after a while I got tired of the ship because as I watched the rest of the show, I realized their relationship just wasn’t as interesting as I thought it would be. like they’re best friends but... why? because they’ve known each other forever? they both like video games? they make fun of cartman together? the fact they’re “super-best-friends” is kind of taken for granted by the show and the audience, but imo matt and trey never really explore the intricacies of their relationship very much. y’all can disagree with me on this but idk, all I know is that I got bored with style as a ship after like 2 months.

while scrolling through ao3 and tumblr, I ran across kyman fics/fanart for the first time back in february or so. at first I was appalled because... why the everloving fuck would you ship the blatant antisemite with the jewish kid??? really???? isn’t style a much better choice??? but sheer curiosity got the better of me, so I did what I always do when I’m curious about a ship: select for fics with kyle broflovski/eric cartman, sort by kudos, and read the first result (or in this case the second because the first had creek as the main ship). y’all know which fic that is if you’ve even slightly gotten into kyman. it was interesting, but I personally didn’t see them as the actual characters from the show in that fic. they were fandom versions of kyle and cartman, with their personalities changed enough to fit the standard mlm shipping dynamic that’s popular in fandom spaces (particularly regarding dom/sub aspects). I’ve seen it happen in plenty of other fandoms so I wasn’t surprised, but I still couldn’t see how it could possibly work if one were to use their canon character depictions. 

all the while I was making my way through episodes of the show cuz it’s long af, and over time I became more and more intrigued with kyle and cartman’s relationship. cartman quickly became my favorite character in the show because of how fucking complex and layered his personality is (see my tags on this post), and though kyle despises cartman in countless ways, he still is the only one who consistently tries to find goodness in him, tries to make him change for the better, saves him when no one else will, and remains his friend despite everything. it’s a remarkably complex dynamic.

little hints of kyman started creeping up on me: cartman being frequently queer-coded as a closeted gay kid. kyle getting extremely jealous of cartman and heidi’s relationship. both of them on separate occasions saving the other from death or injury without wanting any credit for it or lording it over each other. “we've been through a lot together, and... maybe that alone doesn't make us friends, but it makes us something” 

needless to say, I started to get it. and then I encountered the straw that broke the camel’s back: “know your enemy” by elsen on ao3. I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve read that fic probably over a dozen times. it was shockingly well-written and so in-tune with the style and tone of the show that I was like “is this person spirit-channelling trey parker or something wtf???” and all of a sudden, I could see how, in a different universe, kyman could actually be an endgame ship. 

what sold me on it the most was how in-character it seemed for cartman to be a repressed, denial-ridden sub, especially regarding his desired relationship with kyle. there’s plenty of canon evidence that cartman has a secret crush on kyle (see this vid by johnny 2 cellos), but there’s no way that kyle could reciprocate those feelings, right?? imo kyle would probably rather die than enter a romantic relationship with cartman where he had to submit to him all the time, but if cartman would want kyle to be dominant over him??? where kyle has control and is able to curb cartman’s problematic behavior as he sees fit??? that opens up a whole other door of possibilities.

I think what kyle wants more than anything else in the world regarding cartman is for the goodness he sees deep down inside him to come to the surface, and for kyle to be the one to guide him (or force him when necessary) to becoming a better person through love and patience and inherent understanding of his fucked up little head??? I can definitely see kyle wanting that (especially since I see kyle as a repressed, denial-ridden sadist/dom lmao; see this post for my thoughts on that). 

it was all downhill from there. I found tons of other cool kyman shippers on tumblr and twitter whose writing and fanart helped suck me in even more and I’ve been stuck in kyman hell ever since. special shoutout to the asker for her kyman analysis posts that inspired this fic I wrote! love u boo <3

ANYWAY that’s how I became a whore for kyman lolololol ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ have a nice day everybody

#if you read this whole thing i love u #i hope to god no one i know irl finds this blog 🙃🙃🙃 #this also doubles as a personal fandom history for myself lol #kyman #ask #my post

[buttercupjosh]

star-crossed

(Gif credit to @jtscompher)

Word Count: 9,193

Warnings: none

Genre: failed engagement, strangers to lovers to exes to ???, a little angsty

A/N: I’ve been quietly working on this for about a year (November 2021-November 2022, took a break in between because of school). As we all know, a lot has happened to Tyson within the year. However, due to the fact that I’ve been working on it for so long (and it would be a nightmare on my end to change the ending), Tyson isn’t traded to Minnesota in this story nor was he placed on waivers but the Avs do win the Cup with him on the team. The story is based off of the album, star-crossed by Kacey Musgraves. Instead of focusing on a failed marriage like how Kacey does on the album, my story focuses on a failed engagement. The first half of the story is the “Golden Hour” of the relationship (yes, after the album by Kacey Musgraves) and the second half of the story is the “star-crossed” portion of the relationship. If you squint a bit, it’s also based on elements from The Great War by Taylor Swift. I highly recommend either listening to or reading the lyrics to the album before reading the story, to get a better understanding of the plot of the story. I’m taking vibes, elements and references from these songs and putting them in the story. It’s a bit longer than my other works and it technically could of been published a 3 part series but I decided to keep it all together. It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color and there is a part that mentions having kids but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC and there’s no dialogue. Shoutout and thank you to @glitterandsummerdaze for reviewing and editing this story for me. I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. I worked really hard for a long time on this story y’all. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌 (P.S. If you have the time, I would also really appreciate if you checked out my other pieces: know your heart (original) or know your heart (Brock Boeser edition), a summer in syracuse, Your Favorite Secret and The Upside of Unrequited. Thanks☺️).

Optional listening: The Great War by Taylor Swift

“Let me set the scene, two lovers ripped right at the seams” -star-crossed by Kacey Musgraves

They say that love comes in the most unexpected ways, and it came to you at a party that you didn’t want to be at. For context, you were not the party type and you were not drawn to the appeal of drinking alcohol but Charlotte insisted on having you there to celebrate her and Nathan’s latest accomplishment of buying a home together. She also suggested that this party would allow you to do something fun to celebrate finishing grad school and before your first big job tied you down in a few days. You really didn’t want to go because you didn’t know anyone else there besides Charlotte; this party was going to be your first time meeting Nathan and the rest of the team. Despite the objections, you still pulled up to their home in Cherry Creek, bringing a candle as a housewarming gift. The party was loud and packed; you were convinced that the entire Colorado Avalanche roster was here. It was the end of the season, the Avalanche had yet again been eliminated from the second round of playoffs. You noticed that Tyson Jost (whose name and face you learned through a Google search a few days ago) had been watching you and you were convinced that he was probably stalking you. You saw him several times throughout your time at the party but you never approached each other until later on. You had no idea what you could talk to any of the guys about and you weren’t exactly planning on flirting with any of Nathan’s teammates while you were there. This wasn’t your ideal crowd and hockey wasn’t your thing; sports wasn’t something that you were invested into unless it related to sport medicine and you didn’t know how to ice skate. Some of the guys tried to rope you into some drinking games but you don’t drink. You also made small talk with the other wives and girlfriends but the conversation was awkward because you really weren’t sure what your place was there. You weren’t involved with anyone on the team, just someone that Charlotte knew but most likely would never bring around them because you stood out more than you fit in with their circle. Throughout the night, you primarily kept to yourself and wandered around the new home. Whenever she wasn’t busy, Charlotte would pop in to check on you to make sure you were having a good time. You had really wanted to leave but you were there to support Charlotte and the free food was delicious.

During the cheers and congratulations portion of the night, you pulled out a mini bottle of Martinelli’s sparkling apple cider from your bag to acknowledge the celebration but upon opening, it bursted all over the nice laminate floor in the kitchen. Due to the fact that Tyson had actually been quietly observing you all night, he immediately got up and helped you clean up the mess. You thanked him for his assistance and mentioned to him that you had noticed he had been watching you. Tyson’s face began to turn red and he confessed to you that he couldn’t quite keep his eyes off of you because 1. he didn’t know you and it didn’t seem like anyone outside of Charlotte knew you, 2. saw that you kept to yourself, 3. saw that you mainly frequented the kitchen and 4. you were arguably the only other person than Cale (designated driver) that hadn’t been drinking that night. He also noted that you were one of the few girls at this party that either wasn’t an existing WAG or someone that Charlotte had not attempted to set up on a date with one of the guys on the roster. You laughed at the date set up comment because Charlotte had not attempted to set you up yet but you knew after this party, she would definitely try. 

After the sticky mess was cleaned up, you and Tyson quietly moved out of the kitchen and into the backyard to continue your conversation. Tyson asked about your relationship to the team because he assumed you were one of Charlotte’s friends. He was sort of right; you wouldn’t go as far to say that you and Charlotte were friends, more like newly minted mutuals with some trust established. You had met Charlotte at a Saturday SoulCycle class a few months back. One day after class, she complimented the non name brand leggings you wore and the two of you had unofficially become Saturday SoulCycle buddies. Charlotte even asked you for insight on the chemicals in the skincare products she used (you did a dermatology rotation during school) and over a very long lunch, you helped her out. In exchange for your help, she invited you to her housewarming party. You explained to him that you had recently graduated with a master’s degree and were going to begin a new job as a pediatric physician’s assistant this upcoming Monday. Tyson seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say and you ended up talking with him for hours. As the hours spilled more into the night and as much as you had enjoyed talking to each other, it was time to go. Tyson had to head out soon because he had errands to run the following morning before leaving to go home for the off-season and you were also getting tired. Before you left, you and Tyson exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch. Although you didn’t want to go to the housewarming party to begin with, you were glad that you went and met Tyson.

After that encounter at the party, the next few months with Tyson were a whirlwind. Tyson went back home for the summer, spending as much time as he could with the people he loves before the chaos of the season started back up in September. Although you hadn’t expected for Tyson to keep in contact with you, you talked to each other almost everyday during the off-season and developed a friendship. You learned so much about each other during that time. You thought it was nice how Tyson always took time out of his day to talk to you when he could have been talking to anyone else. Of course, there were other girls both in town and online who would try to grab his attention, but you were the only one he wanted to pay attention to. You brought a different light into his life, and as cliche as it sounds, you were so different from the other girls he was used to. You weren’t self centered and spoiled, but selfless and kind. Tyson really liked you a lot and he couldn’t wait to see you once he got back to Denver.

Your first official date with him took place over breakfast at one of the local Snooze Cafe locations in September, a little after training camp started. That chemistry that you and Tyson had over the phone translated into real life over pancakes and laughter. One of the most important things you took away from that breakfast date was that you noticed that whenever you spoke about a topic you were passionate about, Tyson gave you his full attention like you were the only person in the room. You thought his attentiveness was admirable. Tyson wasn’t going to admit it out loud but he sure did enjoy looking at you; not just because of how you looked on the outside but the beauty and intrigue of what you had inside of you and the things that flowed out of you. Sure, you weren’t a runway model who turned heads every time you walked into the room, but Tyson didn’t care. He thought that your character, ambition and drive was much more attractive.

That ambition and drive came at a price though; you never had a serious boyfriend before. Sure, you went on first dates but you also didn’t have time for games and nonsense when you could be focusing on your goals. Tyson was different though. He was humble and had a spirit to him that seemed like he wasn’t going to waste your time; he didn’t seem deceptive or controlling or like a total selfish douchebag. That first breakfast date with Tyson eventually turned into a dinner date and that turned into spending more time together, falling for each other with each minute that passed. All of that time together blossomed into a beautiful romantic relationship. There was no reason to rush but time itself would push your relationship to move at a fast pace. Before you knew it, you were posting about each other on social media, spending your evenings attending his games, becoming a little bit more comfortable with the WAGs, and even moving into an apartment with Tyson. Loving Tyson and being loved by Tyson was more than you could ever imagine; this boy had you wrapped around his heart and he would never let you go. Tyson was so thankful to have you as a part of his life and his heart swelled with love being with you.

You loved how Tyson was so patient with you. Your lack of relationship experience left you a little cautious and you wanted to take your time to do things your own way, he would be there and wait with you.

You didn’t have an issue with Tyson’s schedule and lifestyle. You could handle it because your job kept you busy while he was gone. Sure, there would be times that you would go to bed without seeing him because you had to be up early in the morning and his game would run late or he would be gone on road trips. When you had free time while Tyson was away, you would hang out with the other WAGs and keep each other company. Although you had plenty of things to keep your mind occupied off of his absence and Tyson was always away with the team at various points, this lifestyle left you both feeling lonely sometimes. To navigate this obstacle, you reminded each other you were always there, even if it was in a small way and you weren’t physically together. Tyson would sometimes surprise you by ordering you take-out so you didn’t have to cook after a long day of work, even if he forgot about time zone differences while he was away and the food was cold by the time you came home. He would try to FaceTime or call you when your schedules aligned and he looked forward to a text of encouragement from you as a part of his pregame ritual. If you woke up early before Tyson, you would write him little notes and leave them on the bathroom mirror for him and sometimes add them into his luggage if he was leaving for an away game.

Before dating Tyson, you had a web wrapped around your heart and he knew exactly how to untangle those strings. You gave him butterflies and he always lifted you up in any of your ambitions and endeavors. Some guys would be intimidated by your boldness but Tyson saw that as your strength shining through.

You had always known that the world was a beautiful place but Tyson and his love had added even more beauty to it. His smile and laugh was like the equivalent of the sun shining on your face. His touch felt like the cool ocean breeze, dancing on your skin. This love was almost like seeing the northern lights for the first time; it was more beautiful in person than it is through a screen. The connection that you had with Tyson was so deep to the point that it felt like you knew him in another life. There was no one else in this world you wanted to be with and Tyson felt the same way.

You loved how Tyson was good with family. Your parents met Tyson over Thanksgiving when they came from out of town to see you and you had also met his mom and sister, Kacey, the same way but over Christmas and New Year’s. Being separated by distance from your families was one of the things that bonded you and Tyson closer together. You tried to recreate recipes from his mom and Tyson tried to incorporate small traditions you had with your family in your lives together in Denver.

The love you and Tyson experienced together was a wild thing. It was moving at a fast pace but neither of you wanted it to slow down. The love you shared was something that couldn’t be found because it came to you naturally.

Of course, there were low, not so warm and perfect moments in your relationship. You and Tyson had established healthy boundaries; whenever you had a disagreement, you gave each other space until you were ready to come back together.

You loved how Tyson always knew how to comfort you. After a long stressful day of work or if you were just plain frustrated, he knew how to make you smile, even if you had tears in your eyes.

You had always wanted something classic when it came to love. You wanted to be swept off your feet by a great guy and that came in the form of a really sweet hockey guy named Tyson. You both knew it as soon as you felt it that this love you had felt like a love song that could go on until the end of time.

Things were starting to get even more exclusive in your relationship. At the premier season event known as the Avs annual Halloween party, you and Tyson dressed up as Wonder Woman and Superman. Although they were just costumes, it represented how strong your relationship was and how interconnected you were together.

Music was something that was important to Tyson. Tyson loved to sing you songs on his ukelele and he even attempted to write you a song. He wouldn’t be winning a Grammy anytime soon but you wanted him to be the singer of the soundtrack to your relationship. Tyson was also a bit of a dancer and one of his favorite things to do with you when he was home was host impromptu dance parties in the kitchen. Whether you were dancing to disco or something slow, it was always a good time whenever you got to have fun and bust out your moves together.

Tyson set your world on fire and was like the color of the sky during golden hour. You couldn’t exactly keep your eyes away from it, it was something you were amazed by. You both knew that everything was going to be alright as long as you were together.

Tyson was colorblind but it was like you added color into his life. He was like your umbrella on a rainy day, always there to make you feel safe from the storm.

The relationship you had could also be described as like a duet. Separately, you both shined in your own individual ways but coming together created a beautiful harmony. Like in any great duet, there needed to be a moment where your melodies blended together and that moment came in the form of a proposal. Tyson had gotten proposal advice from Gabe, went ring shopping with Sammy and told the WAGs to begin planning a bridal shower for you. After a full year of dating, Tyson proposed to you in his childhood home in St. Albert over the Christmas break and even flew out your parents to be there for that special moment. It was the first time that either of your families had met each other and it felt like your families were meant to be connected. You were so excited to become Tyson’s long term better half. He knew in his heart that he had found his ideal duet partner and you felt the same way. Everything was falling into place until the notes started to fall flat.

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star-crossed

Not long after you had gotten engaged, a so-called fan made a comment on your engagement post about how your relationship with Tyson was rushed, criticized how he shouldn’t marry someone like you and that your intentions for the relationship weren’t right. Although this person was a stranger hiding behind a screen, their words were painful. You told Tyson about what you read and he reassured you that regardless of what was being said, everything was going to be okay. You had gotten through the criticism of your relationship before but this comment lingered in your mind. Your thoughts began to race. Maybe, this person could be right; you and Tyson were going to rip right at the seams and that what you had together was just simply a perfect dream. You had also wondered if your relationship with Tyson was flying just a bit too close to the sun since it all happened so quickly and you had only been together for a year. Were you and Tyson simply star crossed lovers who weren’t meant to be together long-term? Maybe it was the insecurity talking but you weren’t so sure.

good wife

You had constantly wondered if you would be a good wife for Tyson. You knew that Tyson would be a great husband to you but you couldn’t say the same for yourself. Yes, you checked all of the boxes for domestic tasks but you weren’t fully sure on the emotional side of marriage. You had prayed to God for help to become a good wife for him. As desperate as it sounds, you and Tyson needed each other not just for emotional and physical comfort but also for stability. Both of your careers were demanding and being able to come home to each other when Tyson wasn’t away in another part of the country silenced that demand. Things weren’t always perfect and you both fought sometimes; although he had never criticized your introvertness, Tyson would sometimes tell you to be more fun and to stop controlling everything. However, it was difficult to let go when you had some sort of control over everything in your life and you didn’t like to lose control. It was one of the main reasons why you didn’t drink or use illicit drugs. Your relationship wasn’t a co-dependent one; neither of you controlled the relationship and you would be fine without each other. Despite this, you had reached to a point to where you couldn’t imagine living in the apartment without Tyson. The two of you had made that space into a home and you were also terrified of being alone after being with someone you deeply loved.

cherry blossom

No one could question the chemistry that you and Tyson had together. You both knew that you probably couldn’t find that same connection in other people. As a sign of his commitment to you, Tyson took you to look at homes out in Cherry Creek. This neighborhood was where most of the team lived so ideally, it was where Tyson wanted to live and raise a family with you. You wanted to live in the Highland neighborhood, which had more historic homes. Although no down payments or offers would be put down anytime soon on the homes you saw, it was something nice to do together. After looking at the homes, Tyson took you to a cafe to discuss what you saw. You and Tyson bickered throughout the discussion. Neither of you wanted to come to a mutual agreement of which neighborhood to live in. Like cherry blossoms blooming, you both knew that you didn’t want this relationship to fade easily and blow away. Despite the disagreements, you could work it out because even in nature, timing is everything and you and Tyson just had to work through it. It was just a rough patch that you could get over and come out stronger on the other side or so you had thought.

simple times

As time moved forward, you wish you could go back to the simple times of your relationship before you had gotten engaged. Although Tyson was open to staying engaged for a while and waiting to have the wedding, the external forces of society were pushing onto you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t avoid questions about the wedding. It’s a topic that came up constantly because you were engaged. There were also a lot of little things related to the wedding that kept building up onto each other and adding onto the stress. First it was finding the perfect location; you and Tyson couldn’t decide if you should get married locally in Denver, go back up to Canada, have a destination wedding somewhere warm or even go to your hometown to host the ceremony and whether it should be indoor or outdoor. For some reason, none of the dresses you tried on at the local bridal shops were quite the right one. Tyson even graciously offered to fly you out to New York to try on dresses at Kleinfeld Bridal but you declined. Tyson tried with what he could but he wasn’t much help either. Tyson was fine with whatever you wanted to do, even if that meant deciding to elope without any of his family there. He even tried to encourage you to take time off from wedding planning but you were so determined to get it done because it became a goal and you never gave up on your goals. The WAGs tried to help you with your planning but things just weren’t going right. You just wanted to skip this round of the relationship and go straight to the part where you were happily married.

if this was a movie

The first big fight came unexpectedly. At the last minute, Gabe and Mel asked if someone could babysit their kids while they went on a long needed date night at some fancy restaurant because their usual babysitter was unavailable and it had taken them months to get the reservations. Tyson volunteered to take on the role since he knew how well you worked with children. As much as you love kids, you didn’t want to babysit because you spend 40+ hours a week working with children. You had expressed to Tyson how you weren’t up to babysitting and he reasoned with you to take up the temporary role. It was only for a few hours and Gabe and Mel would be back that same night. You finally caved in.

It felt weird to be in their home; it was lovely and cozy, filled with nice decor and toys but being in that space made you think about how one day, you and Tyson would have something similar. After Linnea and Lucas were settled into bed, the topic of having children came up. It was something that you and Tyson had seldom discussed. You were both still young and fertile so there was no rush to have kids yet. Having kids fit more in a 5-10 year timeline for you while children fit into a much shorter timeline for Tyson. You wanted to wait until you felt like you were ready and established enough into your career to take a break and become a mother. Seeing the way he interacted with both the kids on the team and away from the team, it further cemented to you that Tyson would be a great father one day, maybe even better than his own father. Being on different pages caused some tension and things started to get heated. To alleviate the tension, you and Tyson had decided to table your conversation until you got home in order to not disturb the kids.

When Gabe and Mel arrived back home, they could sense that something was off between you but decided to not speculate or intervene. When you arrived at home, you continued where you left off and another heated topic came up. You and Tyson hadn’t been physically intimate with each other; you were saving yourself for marriage and he respected that about you. However, Tyson did get frustrated with how you would have hot and heavy makeout sessions and you would tease him but he wasn’t getting any action. Tyson loved you so much that he would rather wait for you than go off and get temporary satisfaction from someone else. You and Tyson had gone back and forth about both becoming parents and the physical process of creating a child and at the end of it, Tyson had decided to pack a bag and spend the night at a hotel after the argument was over. You wish that this was a movie, that he would run back home to you and say that the fight was stupid and everything would perfectly fall into place. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen that night. You waited up for Tyson but he didn’t come back home that night and you fell asleep with tears in your eyes.

justified

You knew that Tyson was upset with some of the things you said while you argued but you would have never expected for him to leave you. When you had smaller fights before and needed space from each other, Tyson would sleep on the couch. He returned back home in the morning and over an “I’m sorry I did that” breakfast, an apology to each other for the previous night’s argument was exchanged. You both resolved to treat each other right and to do better. It was only one big fight over something that you could compromise on in the future and that didn’t mean the relationship was over.

You both ended up deciding to go to couples therapy to work through some of the problems that were affecting your relationship. At the therapy session, your therapist, Katie, helped to unpack some of the baggage in your relationship and she gave some exercises and suggestions on how to improve things. Tyson was open to speaking with the therapist and applying the changes into your relationship but he knew deep down that you also had to be open to these things as well in order for things to get better.

You could admit that some elements of toxicity began to seep into your relationship and at times, some very harsh and painful things were thrown around whenever you fought. Typically, you started off fighting and hating each other but loving each other in the end like nothing happened. For instance, on the car ride home from cake tasting, Tyson could sense your indecisiveness over choosing a cake flavor and it frustrated him because he just wanted you to know what you wanted so that you could move on to the next step of ordering the cake. He asked you what flavor you really wanted (he preferred the vanilla cake with the strawberry filling) and that led to you fighting about the wedding. You wanted Tyson to help more in regards to that special event but he was doing the best he could. You were both busy people and the season was still going on during this stressful time. The insecurity creeped in and you asked Tyson if he still wanted to go forward with marrying you; in his frustration, he unexpectedly dropped that he didn’t want you. You couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth but it hurt so much to hear him say that and you burst into tears. Tyson lied; he still wanted you but he was tired of the constant fighting and just wanted things to be okay. It was draining a lot out of him. He pulled the car over and apologized to you. Tyson promised to you that he will always choose you, regardless of what happens. You tried to justify it all but justification wasn’t the solution to the relationship problems but working through them and treating each other right was. Healing from all of this drama wouldn’t happen in a straight line. It would take some time and many steps forward and some steps back to get through this pain. In the end, you had only hoped that it all would be resolved.

angel

If you were an angel, your insecurities would fade away and the toxicity in the relationship would disappear. You did a lot of things your own way due to your lack of relationship experience but Tyson was understanding and patient with you. You could admit that some of your expectations and ideals of the relationship were a bit high and unrealistic but you also knew that it wasn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows all the time. It would work itself out over time as long as you kept pushing through it together. If you were both perfect, you and Tyson would never hurt each other the way that you did with your words whenever you argued. You both tried to continue to love each other in spite of these difficulties and even tried to convinced yourself that neither of you would ever have to change because everything would be perfect but it would never be that way.

breadwinner

Despite going to therapy together and attempting to apply what the therapist told you into your relationship, the arguments still continued. However, one of them hit too close to home. After making a game winning goal and being named a star of the game, Tyson came home ecstatic to celebrate his win with his favorite girl but you were asleep. Tyson was still buzzing from the game so he texted JT to go out for a couple of drinks. He felt bad, coming home and leaving you but he also knew that he couldn’t fall asleep. It wasn’t the ideal way he wanted to celebrate that night’s accomplishments; he just wanted to spend time with you. You had been busy with a lot of work things (one of the doctor’s at your clinic suddenly left and you had to pick up their patient load until a new replacement came in) and you didn’t have as much time for Tyson as you did before. He understood that you had a lot going on but it annoyed him that you hadn’t tried to make time for him and were starting to go radio silent on him so that you could fully focus on work. Although you and Tyson hadn’t fully finalized any of the wedding plans and potentially considered pushing the wedding back by a year, you eventually stopped planning for the wedding due to the increasing demands of work.

You had woken up in the middle of the night and noticed that Tyson wasn’t home. You looked at the time and were about to call him when he came through the door. Tyson saw you come down the hallway to approach him but he brushed right past you. You were confused as to why he did that and followed him in the bathroom. Tyson asked you for some privacy but you wanted to know why he was ignoring you. Tyson was visibly annoyed and he closed the bathroom door in your face; he had never done that before. You knew something was up so you waited for him in the kitchen; it was where all of the serious conversations took place. After his shower, Tyson came into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some pain meds before going to sleep. He saw you sitting at the table and again you confronted him about what was wrong. Tyson was tired and all he wanted to do was go to bed and reset. Maybe if he had gotten a good night's sleep after drinking, he would be in a better mood tomorrow. Even though you had work in the morning, you didn’t want to go back to sleep without knowing if he was okay. The insecurity creeped in and although you knew in your heart that he would never cheat, you asked Tyson if he had been out with another girl. You had no idea where he was and the game had been over for hours. Tyson angrily responded that he couldn’t believe that you would say something like that when you know that he loves you and you only and he was fully committed to marrying you. Tyson explained that he came home earlier, saw you were asleep and he went out for celebration drinks with JT. He mentioned that you didn’t even send him a congratulations text like you normally would after a win and made a snarky comment that you probably didn’t watch the game. He was partially right; you did watch part of the first period and ended up falling asleep on the couch before waking up to go to bed before the game ended.

Tyson really just wanted to be with you and he tried to be understanding but you put your job above it all. He truly was proud of you and all that you had achieved but Tyson hadn’t even completed college and yet, the girl of his dreams held a graduate degree that she could always fall back on. It didn’t intimidate him but it sure made him feel a little insecure. You and Tyson began to argue about how you weren’t there for him anymore and how busy you were. It was getting late, neither of you wanted to continue to fight; you had work in the morning and Tyson had to prepare for the upcoming East Coast road trip. You had fully expected Tyson to leave just as he did once before but he stayed and slept on the couch. Tyson promised himself that he would never hurt you by leaving you like that again.

camera roll

While Tyson was away on the East Coast, a memory popped up on your phone. It was a picture of you and Tyson, together after a hike at Red Rocks; that image was Tyson’s lock and Home Screen photo. You had hoped that he didn’t go through his camera roll; things were still on shaky ground after your argument about not having time for him anymore and you both decided to take a mini hiatus from each other while he was gone. You had both spent time contemplating on the future of your relationship. Tyson expressed his feelings to the guys on the team and the common piece of advice was for him to let you go. You had caused a lot of distress onto Tyson and the guys didn’t think it was healthy for him to be stuck in a relationship like that. The guys were pro-ultimatum; either you get your stuff together or break up for good and find other better people. Tyson told the guys that he was going to break up with you when he got back home. Tyson didn't really want to end things with you though; he really loved you a lot regardless of what his peers thought but he did wonder if they were right.

As he scrolled through his gallery, he stopped on a picture of the two of you, wearing matching pajamas from the Christmas you got engaged; that image was your lock and Home Screen photo. Another good memory that came up in Tyson’s phone was the photos and videos he took of when you went to family skate together. You didn’t know how to ice skate but luckily, you were engaged to a professional hockey player. Tyson took you out to the Avs practice facility and taught you the ropes of ice skating. It took a lot of bumps, bruises and practice but you were determined to get it down and you did; he was proud of you. He missed you so much and he would do everything in his power to make things right. Something that Tyson never revealed was that he knew that he fell really fast for you but he didn’t care because he had always wanted someone who was just as good as you were in his life and he wanted to experience that same deep love connection that his teammates’ had with their partners. He also felt pressured to lock you down because he knew that you were someone rare and you could have been with anyone else but yet, you were with him. You chose Tyson because you never had a serious boyfriend before and you fell really fast for him as well. The timing didn’t matter because you had each other and you both had waited so long for the right person to come along.

easier said

You and Tyson reconciled just before his birthday in March and celebrated that special day together. Even though you got back together, you and Tyson began to argue a lot more about the future due to the impending trade deadline. Constant rumors were being spread about Tyson being traded away so that the Avs could acquire another asset. It caused a lot of stress and pressure for the both of you; Tyson constantly worried if he had to move and you worried about what would happen if he was traded away. Thankfully, the Avs decided to move some draft picks and some AHL guys to acquire a new player to help them out for a potential cup run. A few days after the trade deadline, Tyson mentioned to you about the Avs annual Mile High Dreams Gala that was coming up at the beginning of April. He was excited to take his fiancée to this special event, however, you didn’t want to go. This caused you and Tyson to drift even further apart. Due to the fact that you and Tyson were recently fighting a lot more than usual, you were scared that something that you disagreed on would be brought up and you would end up arguing with him in front of his peers. You had also stepped out of your comfort zone several times at other team events and you knew how important the gala was but socializing for hours on end, not just at work, drained you. You had expressed your feelings about going to the gala with Tyson and he tried to reason with you to attend with him. He wanted to get dressed up really nice with his lover and show you off to others. No matter how hard he tried, you wouldn’t budge on your decision. Tyson was obligated to go but you were optional so while he was away playing in Arizona, you almost forgot to respond to the invitation and you secretly sent it back with only 1 person from your household attending.

On the day of the gala, you had decided to be the team babysitter that night and left home early to go watch the kids at Gabe and Mel’s home, instead of going out with your fiancé. You didn’t even see Tyson before he went out, which didn’t surprise him. You hadn’t been seeing each other much lately and he thought that maybe you changed your mind on going and that you were getting ready with one of the WAGs. At the event, some people had asked where you were and Tyson didn’t know the answer himself until Ashley, Nazem Kadri’s wife, name dropped that she was going to text you to check on their daughter. Tyson was furious with you; when he had asked you to babysit for Gabe and Mel a while back, you didn’t want to do it at first but gave into the idea and on the night of one of the biggest team events, you opted out and chose to babysit instead. Tyson also felt embarrassed that he was kept out of the loop about this and ended up leaving the gala early, claiming that he ate something that didn’t agree with his stomach.

Upon arriving home from your babysitting gig, you saw Tyson was sitting at the bar and he immediately confronted you on what you did. You noticed that he had already showered and changed out of his suit. You told him that you had previously expressed that you weren’t going to the gala with him and that he knew that you weren’t attending. Tyson mentioned that you didn’t tell him that you were watching the team’s kids that night and you kept telling Tyson to calm down and to move past it but he wouldn’t back down. Tyson was frustrated because you both knew that you didn’t have as much time for each other anymore and going to the gala would give you some time together. You lashed out at Tyson by telling him that your whole life doesn’t revolve around him and he called you selfish. You begged Tyson to take back his hurtful words but he wouldn’t; it was how he truly felt about you. He also made an uncalled for comment underneath his breath about your job and you weren’t having it. You were one of the few WAGs that had such an intense and challenging career. Most of the other girls were either relying on their partner’s income as stay at home moms, were in school, were models/influencers or couldn’t work due to visa restrictions. You loved your job as a pediatric physician’s assistant; you worked extremely hard to get to that point, you also got to help children everyday and you couldn’t imagine leaving it.

You told Tyson that you sacrificed so much to be with him and he asked you to say what you sacrificed for him. You responded that you sacrificed your time and he said that wasn’t a good enough answer because he did the same for you. You didn’t have any other answers for him. Tyson tearfully told you that all he ever wanted from you was compromise and you struggled to give that to him. He put in so much and you didn’t put in enough. You continued to go back and forth until the kitchen went quiet. Tyson walked up to you, cupped your face and he looked at you with distress in his eyes. You could see how much he was hurting; this relationship was easier said than done. You both kept trying and trying but nothing was working. The cycle kept continuing and it needed to stop at some point. Like a soda bottle that had been shaken up too many times, everything spilled out. Tyson planted a kiss on your head, whispered that he was sorry that he couldn’t do this anymore, grabbed his phone, wallet and keys and walked out. It was done; the engagement was over.

hookup scene

You didn’t sleep that night and you waited up all night, hoping that he would call you. You couldn’t bring yourself to contact him because you were so devastated with what had occurred. You left the beautiful ring that Tyson gave you on the counter and began to start putting your things away in preparation of moving out of the apartment that you shared with your fiance. It hurt so much to take down the photos you had together on the wall and to remove yourself from a place you considered to be home. Tyson returned back in the morning after spending the night at EJ’s house and didn’t say a word to you. You couldn’t say anything to him because what could you say to make things better? You both had fought really hard to stay together but there was no amount of false promises and apologies that could fix what was already broken. You moved out by the following afternoon, put your things in storage and temporarily stayed at an Airbnb until you got a new place. No one from the team checked up on you after it was revealed that the engagement was over. Of course, you knew that you weren’t going to hear from Tyson’s mom or Kacey anymore either. The WAGs completely isolated you. You were immediately removed from the groupchat; all of them and the guys, except for Tracey (Cale’s girlfriend) unfollowed you. Even Charlotte, who was the main reason why you got involved with Tyson in the first place, no longer followed you and Mel didn’t say anything to you. You never expressed this to Tyson but you always knew that you weren’t good enough for them anyways because you were so different from them. You tried to bond with the other WAGs but you didn’t do the same things that they did; you weren’t interested in day drinking and you didn’t have as much time to go run off on squad vacations. They constantly were hanging out without you and rarely included you in what was going on. You were so incompatible with them and tried your best to make yourself comfortable with them because through Tyson, you were a part of their group.

After giving yourself some time to heal from your previous relationship, you tried to move on with someone new. One of the guys you met was the brother of one of your co-workers and you went on a date with him. The date was fine; you went golfing at TopGolf but the entire time you were there, you kept comparing him to Tyson in your mind. He didn’t make you feel the way that Tyson did. He couldn’t make you laugh the way Tyson did. His smile didn’t light up the room like how Tyson’s does. The new guy wasn’t so bad but it wasn’t the same. You and the new guy decided that you wanted to see each other again so you invited him over for dinner at your new place and he never showed up. Having someone say that they were going to be there for you and abandon you painfully ripped into you. You wished that you and Tyson just held on to the love you had for a little longer. You knew deep down that you weren’t truly ready to date again and you took a break from dating.

Tyson was already a hot commodity in the Denver area but none of the new people he tried to move on with panned out. He was back where he was before, dealing with the same type of girls before he met you. He didn’t want to mindlessly hook up with someone or have someone who wanted to be more like an accessory than a partner. Tyson craved a deeper, real connection and he felt like he was wasting his time so he decided to take a break from dating.

keep looking up

Tyson continued to go to therapy to work on himself and he even got himself a puppy to keep him company. He also continued to focus on hockey and achieved his dream of winning the Stanley Cup. However, it didn’t feel right to Tyson to celebrate this major accomplishment without you there. In fact, throughout their Cup run, Tyson began to miss you. There was no playoff WAG jacket with his name on the back for you to look cute in. There was no you congratulating him with tears of joy streaming down your face. There was no necklace for you to match his Cup ring. There was no day with the Cup with you by his side. He wondered if you had missed him too.

At the team celebration party, Tyson had a good time but in the back of his mind, the memory lingered of how you came into his life 2 years ago and now, you were gone. Charlotte had brought her new SoulCycle bestie around that replaced you for Tyson to meet but she was more interested in talking with the WAGs and she obviously had a crush on Mikko. After having a little too much Coors Light and multiple long rants with different people at the party, Tyson drunkenly revealed that he wasn’t mad at you anymore over what happened and that he was going to try to open his heart to dating again. That true love that you had shared together turned into pain but Tyson decided to keep looking up and moving forward in spite of what happened.

what doesn’t kill me

Work still continued to consume you and you went to therapy to work on yourself and your issues. You had also started to make new friends. Thank goodness most of your new friends were not Avalanche fans but they were more interested in the Broncos and Rockies. It still stung sometimes when you heard or saw anything related to the Avs. Of course, you had heard about the Avs Cup win and you were happy for Tyson. Sometimes, you did miss him and you also wondered what it would have been like to be a hockey WAG to witness your partner achieving their goal of winning the Cup. You still hadn’t dipped your toes back into the dating pool since the last guy but you were going back to being content in your single life. The golden hour moment of your relationship with Tyson had faded to black but it was okay because what didn’t kill you made you stronger.

there is a light

There was a light at the end of this dark tunnel. Tyson always told you that you had a light inside of you that lit up his world. He was right and he brought his own light into your life. One thing that you and Tyson could mutually agree on was that there was no bad blood between the both of you and the relationship failed due to incompatibility. Maybe if you and Tyson had dated for a little longer before getting engaged, maybe some of the problems that plagued your relationship would come to the surface before deciding to spend the rest of your lives together. Although things didn’t end ideally, you got to be loved by an amazing guy, who didn’t always treat you right but whenever he did, he treated you so well. Tyson got to be loved by someone who loved him for who he truly was and not for his money or status as a hockey player. You came into each other's lives for a reason and the tumultuous relationship you had taught you both something. It taught you what truly being in a relationship is like and that you should loosen your grip on your life. It taught Tyson that it was okay to not have what everyone else has and that the right person will come around at the right time. It both taught you that rushing into a relationship doesn’t always work out and that taking the time to get to know someone (even if it takes a while) will always pay off in the end because compatibility is essential and compromise is important. You both had forgiven each other for what had happened in the relationship. You and Tyson were both grateful and thankful to share part of your lives together. You both still held love for each other in your hearts but knew that breaking up was the best thing to do at the end of the day.

gracias a la vida

As you walked through City Park on a Sunday afternoon in October, you decided to listen to a podcast. As you scrolled through to find a show to listen to, you noticed that your AirPods had connected to a song instead. You recognized the song as gracias a la vida by Kacey Musgraves and you instantly knew that Tyson was close by. The only reason why your AirPods were connected to his phone was because when you and Tyson went to visit his family before you got engaged, you attempted to watch a movie together on his phone before Tyson, a noted plane sleeper, went to sleep. It was also easier for you to connect your own AirPods instead of sharing them separately. Just as he did when you met at Charlotte and Nathan's housewarming party, Tyson was quietly observing you. He thought about disconnecting your AirPods but he saw that you were walking towards him. When you got to him, using the same tone when you first spoke to him, you told him that you had noticed he was watching you. Tyson chuckled at your words; you missed the sound of his laugh. He asked how you were doing since the last time you saw each other and you began exchanging small talk with each other. Although you and Tyson were lost together as lovers, you didn’t lose each other as friends. You also didn’t completely cut ties with each other after splitting; you both refollowed each other on social media, quietly kept tabs on each other and watched each other’s stories but you hadn’t communicated with each other since you broke up. Tyson explained that he was at the park to take his dog for a walk after a vet appointment. The dog was so adorable and precious. You and Tyson had talked about getting a dog before but were waiting until you moved into a house together so that the dog would have enough space. Of course, you couldn’t agree on what breed of dog to get.

You wished deep down that you had compromised more with Tyson. You could admit that you were a bit selfish when you were together but that was part of how you controlled things in your life. Tyson was a great guy who had some wounds from his past but he carried it so well. The love that you used to share together reminded you both that you were worthy of great love. Even though you hurt each other a lot, you missed Tyson and his sweet smile so much and he missed you too. The only thing in the world you wanted to do at the moment was hold his hand and walk around the park with him. You had wanted to start over and forget that your engagement had failed and you had wondered if Tyson felt the same. Tyson wanted to ask you if you had moved on with someone new but you asked him if he had instead. He had gone on dates here and there but the spark just wasn’t there. Tyson was still single and it gave you a little hope that maybe you could get back together. Tyson looked down at the time and mentioned that he had to go. You hadn’t seen him in a long while and you didn’t want him to leave. Tyson picked up on your body language, just as he had done before and he embraced you into a hug. Before he officially left, you whispered to him gracias a la vida.

Thank you for this life. He smiled back at you after letting you go.

Soon after Tyson left, you sent a text to a familiar number asking them if they were free that upcoming weekend to meet up for breakfast at the Bluebird Cafe. You continued on your walk and only hoped that they would say yes.

#tyson jost #Minnesota wild #colorado avalanche #buffalo sabres #hockey #Tyson Jost fic #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost x reader #hockey fic #hockey imagine #hockey writing #my writing #please read my story

[ntls-24722]

i HATE this bitch. but i LOVE HER. I DESPISE THIS BITCH

ok. LISTEN. dont let these cute pics fool you. she's fucked up. but i love her as a character

Clavier is pretty much a bastardization of my Glamrock DJMM concept where he just leaves the plex on account of the fact he's no longer limited to the fact he's like 2 stories tall. There's two timelines of how this plays out that lead to radically different DJMMs, Creek and Clavier. (btw i made them both bigender so i'll be switching up pronouns a lot. so watch out lmao)

Creek, instead of gradually assimilating into society like Clavier, befriended all the birds in a 10 mile radius and used her massive bird army to force the local government into letting her be a person. I adore Creek.

Clavier, on the other hand, had a very slow transition into society which also led to her trying to be as human as she can with modifications to her model, like her face being covered in silicone and having actual eyes instead of black voids of nothingness (this, storywise, comes off a lot like him transitioning, which personally hits home). They also have a lot of... like... dysphoria? Over not being human? Which, originally, mostly led to her "transition" but like, this also lead to... extreme measures. Which leads me to why i want to throw her down the stairs 😳

So, Clavier is aware that there is nothing for her after death since she's powered off and has faced the robot equivalent of death. So she's just scared shitless of that. But he believes that humans do have an afterlife (and, iirc, in fnaf lore, he's right?) that he is unable to access due to not having a soul, which is very convoluting for him as someone who is. very religious.

I forgot to mention but in both timelines, they have a gf who they love the absolute shit out of named Bea. They're so disgustingly in love and its really sweet and Clavier ruins it by being... Clavier. Because she learns about Afton's work and realizes that she could take a soul for herself and hopefully get an afterlife of some kind. (by the way, i feel like its worthy to note that she isn't scared of hell. she doesn't mind suffering for eternity as long as she is somewhere.)

And because he fears that he can't take any old soul, it might possess him and take him over - if he wanted to assimilate with a soul he wants it to be a good one, and he immediately and begrudgingly targets Bea, since he believes she has the greatest soul around.

So he writes down just about EVERYTHING about Bea. Cataloguing hypotheticals, her dreams, everything she loved, and for years he works and works to make them come true so that she wouldn't have regrets when she died. When he feels like it's been enough, he takes her out on one last date and kills her with a shot of pentobarbitol, so she'd die painlessly just as she hoped.

As she withers in his arms she admits that if he had waited just a little longer, she would've proposed to him that night and Clavier is left with the crushing realization of just what he had done and his empty victory of having her soul and heart, torn from her and stuffed inside himself.

get fucked clavier, L bozo

Anyways other than creepy christian DJMM i have Comet as a Bigass House

Usually for versions of Comet I keep him, like, organic? Idk what I was doing here? But i made him into a giant sentient spider house and its also a redesign from this, which changed almost nothing about him.

In the giant list of music man aus he's known as the solarpunk one since in the loosely developed world that he's a part of, its a cool solarpunk future and everyone actually grows much of their own food. The world is back to a massive trading community, it's great

While not a music man, these guys are part of SOS - The hemonymphs, shapeshifting bloodsuckers who all have daddy issues.

They were SUPPOSED to be mosquito people (they still are) but as i developed them they became these weird teethbirds. as weird as they look i actually really love these guys i think they're so silly

Weird bit of their lore, but they're kind of not a species??? They're all siblings since they all almost exclusively come from THIS creepy asshole: Dr. Hemlock, a mistake from the facility (the Oort Cloud) that created Comet - He's a psycho who goes around decapitating people and sucking the soul out of em, and began asexually reproducing to do the same thing to his kids or to use them as pawns. zoinks‼️

#dj music man #djmm #djmm oc #fnaf au #ntls-24722 #(almost) daily music man

[spaceorphan18]

Have you listened to any glee podcasts other than Kevin and Jenna’s (and yours)?

Or do you have any general podcast recommendations?

I listen to podcasts all the time! I don't listen to any other Glee ones -- tbh, I think they'd drive me (more or less) crazy. That's no shade on the people making them -- apparently, there are some good ones out there? But I'd just get too annoyed if they got a detail wrong, or if I couldn't debate a position, so I usually stay away.

But... here's what I'm subscribed to! (Besides Kevin and Jenna's)

All About Agatha - Yes, that's right, I listen to a podcast where the hosts talk about everything Agatha Christie has ever written. This podcast is all around wonderful. Unfortunately, one of the hosts passed away recently, which is sad, but the other host is continuing on. They go into more than just Agatha Christie and discuss various aspects of detective fiction, too.

The NYT Book Review & Poured Over (The BN Podcast) - I don't listen to these a whole lot, but I have them more so for work related podcasts. But if you want book reviews of new books in a more commercialized setting - these fit the bill.

Pod Meets World - Three of the stars of the 90s show Boy Meets World break down their time on the show and watch an episode each week. I can't stress this enough, this might be my favorite podcast right now. Not only are they really open to their experiences - but they talk in depth about all aspects of the show - from the story itself to all of the behind the scenes stuff. It's really amazing.

Office Ladies - I'm sure a lot of people know this one - Angela Kinsey and Jenna Fischer from the office break down an episode week by week. I do love this one a lot. But as we're nearing the end of the series, I get a sense that both Angela and Jenna are, maybe, beginning to get a little tired of it. (No shade on them, and it's just a feeling I'm picking up.) They spend more time going down deep dive rabbit holes than talking about the episodes. I still enjoy it, and I do think they're both wonderful people. Another great podcast for learning the ins and outs as to what make a tv show.

Star Talk - With Neil DeGrasse Tyson. It's all about science! And I love learning about science. I've been listening to this one the longest.

Jay and Miles Xplain the X-Men - I've also been listening to this for years, too. The hosts started back in the silver age, and have been unpacking and reading every X-Men and X-Men related comic book ever written. It's been about a decade and they're nearing the end of the 90s. It's really cool for anyone wanting to find an in into X-Men comics.

Double Love - @constantcompanion This is the Sweet Valley High break down podcast I mentioned earlier. These two women (who are about ten years older than I am) have been reading through every SWH book ever. And bless them. They discuss them with a great amount of humor

Dawson's Critique - Two women hosts rewatch all of Dawson's Creek. The cool thing is that they're my age, and experienced DC at the same time I did - which is cool. But kind of like how I view DC now, I can only take so much of it at a time. It's a solid podcast, but I have to be in a mood to listen to it.

Zack to the Future - which is on permanent hiatus. This is the one where Mark-Paul Gosselaar and a comedy writer named Dashiell Driscoll watched old Saved by the Bell episodes. It was... hit and miss, tbh. MPG seemed a bit uncomfortable doing it, but always at least had interesting things to say. Driscoll, though, was a terrible co-host. I feel bad for the guy - because he knew he was getting skewered online, but he had zero chemistry with MPG, and didn't seem like he knew what he was doing half the time. *shrugs*

The Tolkien Professor - I don't listen to this one that often, just more or less have it as a reference -- but the host is an actual professor of literature who really, really deep dives into Tolkien. It's sometimes more or less like taking a college course in Tolkien.

So, that's pretty much it -- amazing, i kind of listen to things that break down other stories and dive into story telling. I'm sure y'all are surprised.

I do have Darren's podcast downloaded, but i've never listened to it. Idk. Plus, I have random episodes of other podcasts - like all the ones Chris has been on. :)

If you guys have any good ones - let me know!

#podcast #podcast recommendations #i wonder if anyone will be interested in any of these #lol #they are however so me

[eddieheart]

SISTER WIVES

Fandom: Shameless

Pairings: background Kev x V

Words: 1007

Description: When Ethel gets fostered so does another sister wife. Alt 1- may 27 2022 - July 23 2022

GILLIAN

"This is Ethel." The room stood still the people were clearly shocked to see her. They were expecting something- someone different.

"And this is Gillian." Time passed quickly after that, nothing much happened- save for Ethel jumping into bed with Mr. Kevin.

Ethel was always quick to follow rules, she was born in the cult. My mother moved us in when I was ten. Up until then I had lived a normal life. I was a fairly average kid except that I hit puberty really young and was quite mature for my age.

I was married off when I was only thirteen, three years after moving in. Ethel a few years after me. She always seemed so happy for me, Ethel because I had married the amazing Clive before she did.

We were the same age when I arrived so we became fast friends, then like sisters.

I never wanted to marry Clive or have his children, but I did anyway. I don't care what Ethel does, but if Mr. Kevin comes anywhere near me I'll kill him, or just chop his dick off.

Everything I did there was for survival except for loving Ethel. I never thought I'd have family that close. My mother was a drug addict who, at the drop of a hat, decided to join a cult and marry me off.

I spent most of my life taking care of her, so I did what I had to do. I married Clive and never worried my mother would start using again.

I lay on my side, curled up in the makeshift bed they prepared for me. I stare at Ethel and sigh. I reach into my bag a picture, of me and my babies, my eyes start to tear. I fold it up and slip in my breast pocket before finally getting some sleep.

Things were normal for quite a few days, doing chores, talking with Ethel and not much more. It was a Friday when Mr. Kevin and Mrs. V said we'ed be going to the neighbours for dinner.

I put on the same dress as always and walked over with Ethel and our foster parents.

The house is quite odd in my opinion. There's two red heads, a bond boy (who's not yet arrived) a brunet girl, a little pervert and a black baby. They all live together without parents and do practically whatever they please. It's nice, homey.

We're sitting on the couch waiting for dinner when one of them starts to speak to me.

"So you're Gillian right?" I look up, at the littlest redhead.

"Yes I am, and you are?" I ask.

"Oh I'm Debbie. So you and Ethel are sister wives?" I nod and smile painfully.

"Yes we are." She nods to herself in thought.

I hear the door creek open and a tall blond boy walks in. His knuckles are red and a hand rolled cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.

He looks up and sneers slightly. He turns to face the the other ginger with a questioning glance.

"The fuck are these people?" He asked calmly. His accent is slightly unexpected, it's much thicker than the others'.

"Lip this is Gillian and Ethel, they're V and Kev'a new fosters." He looks down on me with the same confused look and I stare back defiantly .

"Eh guys dinner!" The younger kids piled through yelling and kicking about.

I walk over slowly and take an empty seat at the table next to Ethel. She smiles at me reassuringly.

The eldest- Fiona as I've learned, brings out dinner. It's as we're sitting and eating that the boy- 'Lip' speaks.

"So what's it like being a sister wife?" He smirks slightly.

"Oh I just love it! It's truest an honour to share our husband and our children." Ethel replies with a huge smile.

"Kids? You never said anything about kids?" Mr. Kevin asks.

"Yes I have a son named Jonah." She said voiced filled with pride.

"And you Gillian?" Asked Mr. Kevin. I nod sadly.

"Yes I had three." My voice is soft as tear threaten to spill over.

"Had?" V asks softly.

"The first was a boy named Jeremiah, the second was a little girl Maria and the last was little Joseph. Maria died shortly after childbirth, she had an infection and couldn't breath and the church wouldn’t take her to a hospital. Jeremiah was nearly killed when I tried to escape the first time, after that they wouldn't let me out side. When I had Joseph my husband, Clive, made me give him away to another wife who couldn't have children." The table is quiet.

“It’s an honour to share our children, Joseph was better off with our sister. Clive said what happened to Jeremiah was God’s punishment for trying to leave. I was so worried for you when you disappeared, I’m glad I told Clive.” I look to Ethel.

Shock and anger corses through me like ocean waves.

“You told them? I trusted you! How could you do that?” My voice strains. Mr. Kevin and Mrs. V look between each other.

I stand quickly from my chair, it screams as it scrapes the floor. I face Ethel, desperation laces through my voice.

“How could you! I trusted you!” My hand reaches out on instinct, the first thing I grab is a plate.

I swing it at her head and it breaks on her. She lets out a scream, the younger kids yell in shock. I lunge towards her screaming, I can fell someone’s hands holding me back.

“Jeremiah almost died! My baby almost died! You almost killed my baby!” I’m screaming and kicking now.

My legs seem to give out where I stand and I fall to my knees. I sob loudly, my heart breaks in two.

I can feel someone petting my hair gently along with whispers in my ear.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.”

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 5

*Warning: Adult Content*  

- Ash -

Lucien makes good on his promise to put me in school. I'm actually really excited about it because Alpha Ferix stopped me from going to school two years ago.

He'd say there was no use trying to get smarter, it would never happen for me. This makes me worried that Lucien will be disappointed if the school rejects me for not knowing enough so I voice it.

"Ash, you go to school to learn in the first place," Lucien reassures me.

I'm feeling uneasy but I let Lucien take me to the main office of the local high school, Shadow Creek High, to enroll. It's all new to me, picking out an elective... I choose art because I love drawing... and getting a schedule.

No one is there, to my relief, as it's still the weekend. I only see a couple of guys out on the field for football practice.

"I want you to know that you deserve an education, Ash. Every kid does," Lucien tells me as we get in the car to go back to the house. I feel myself getting emotional all of the sudden becoming choked up.

It's no surprise because I've always been a sensitive little baby. No one's treated me with such kindness in years.

"Thank you, Alpha Lucien," I sniffle, wiping my eyes.

Lucien's eyes soften.

"Don't thank me, boy. I'm just doing what I should be. And just call me Lucien. None of that Alpha crap,"

I nod, wiping my tears with a tissue Lucien hands to me. Despite Lucien's reassurance, I'm already worried that I'm becoming a burden to him.

I know that love is conditional and will eventually run out one day. How long before Lucien gets tired of me like Alpha Ferix has?

Before bed that night, Lucien comes to my room and I ask the question that's been lingering on my tongue since I first arrived.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you don't even know me."

Lucien is silent for a moment, a swirling of conflicted emotions in his eyes.

"I'm going to tell you everything soon, Ash. All in good time," he says as he walks to the door. "All in good time."

The answer leaves me more confused than before I'd asked. What does Lucien know that he's not telling me?

On Monday morning I wake up early and get ready for school. I can barely get down breakfast.

I'm so nervous, my hands trembling and rattling the cutlery. I go get my bag from upstairs, rushing back to the stairwell only to stop when I see who stands at the bottom of it.

Daemon. Leaning against the wall in all his 6'7" glory.

He looks up when he hears me approach and we lock eyes as I descend down the stairs. I don't mean to hold his stare but it feels almost impossible to look away, like I'm hypnotized.

It might have kept on going if I didn't trip on the last step, sending myself stumbling forward and into Daemon's firm chest. With lightning quick reflex, the Alpha catches me, large hands grabbing my thin shoulders to set me right again.

"Careful, Omega," he says, quick and stern, as he lets me go.

I feel almost disappointed when the contact ends.

"S-sorry," I mumble, awkwardly looking at my shoes.

Daemon doesn't reply.

"Ah, Daemon. Glad you're here. You'll be taking him to school from now on," Lucien bursts in the room, chipper and ready for the day.

I feel my heart drop to my feet as the mood of the room quickly sours.

"You called me here for that?" Daemon asks the question with such contempt that makes me want to call off the whole thing.

I hate being the cause of confrontation and will do anything to avoid it.

"He needs a ride and you know I have my duties with the pack council. We'll be in correspondence with the Silver Lake Pack the next few weeks."

"He can't drive himself? Why the hell do I have to look after some Dark Moon Omega?"

I wince at the way Daemon says my pack name like an insult, a reminder of who I am. An outsider, an enemy, even, here in the Shadow Pack.

"Daemon," Lucien gives him a stern glare. "You will drive him, end of discussion."

Daemon huffs out a sigh, seemingly giving in to Lucien's demand. He doesn't wait for Ash as he walks out to the car.

Lucien turns to me, ruffling my hair in encouragement.

"Have a good day at school, bud. Don't let Daemon spoil your mood."

"I won't," I attempt a meager smile back before heading out the door.

I'm actually dreading the car ride but I have no choice. I go to the passengers side of the sleek black car and pull it open, piling in with my school bag and books.

The first part of the car ride is silent. My leg is bouncing nervously and I fiddle absentmindedly as I can practically feel the waves of irritation radiating off Daemon.

"I can..." I start, gulping nervously when the alpha looks to me expectantly. "I can walk, if you want."

"You'll be late, then..." Daemon replies to dismiss him.

"I just don't want to trouble you-"

"You know what?" Daemon cuts me off abruptly. "You can quit it with the nice, naive act, omega. Why the hell did Dark Moon send you, huh? Did you put my dad under some spell so he'll let Dark Moon take over?"

My face flushes at the accusation, overwhelmed by the weight of it.

"What? No.. I would never do anything like that."

"Then why am I the only person who sees something wrong with this? You need to go back to your pack.."

I feel my throat tighten, willing myself not to cry and to instead face Daemon's words head on.

"You have no idea what I came from. I will never go back there," I cross my arms to add finality to my statement.

"So you're going to be stubborn with me? Face it. You don't belong here and you never will."

I don't know what emboldens me to fight back but my blood is boiling. My rational mind goes out the window, like it usually does when I let my emotions take over.

"Why... Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you? Sure, my pack is your enemy but I've never done anything that warrants you being so... so mean."

Daemon looks taken aback but then he scoffs, jaw ticking.

"You really don't understand the severity of the situation, do you? If the council or other Alphas find out my father has been harboring a traitor they won't hesitate to banish him from the pack or even execute him."

That effectively silences me, my eyes widening in horror.

"See? If you're not a spy and really just a dumb kid, then you'd better be careful. Keep your mouth shut today at school. Because Lucien's risking his neck for you, though I have no idea why."

I nod fearfully, clutching my bag as my hands tremble. I... could bring harm to Lucien?

After everything he's done for me? No, I can't.

I won't be able to live with myself if that happens. I have to do whatever it takes to conceal my true identity.

[smartdogtraining]

Shock Collars Can’t Train Your Dog

Who would pick a fight with that sweet dog in the picture?

Years ago, when we first adopted Jewels, we noticed a few behavioral problems. When on a leash, she had a habit of barking at people and cars on the road. She loved other dogs and tried to lunge at them to play every chance she got. It took me months of training, but she finally figured it out. Click Here

There is a lovely house on a corner in our neighborhood opposite the creek that we walk by nearly every day. The couple that lives there owns a Labradoodle named Petey. Petey is a handsome boy, incredibly tall, with fluffy caramel and white fur. Petey loves people but hates other dogs.

When Jewels was in her training phase, we walked past the house that Petey lives in while Petey was outside with his owner. Jewels wanted to play and started tugging on the leash. She’s strong and I’m not that big, so although I could contain her, we struggled a bit.

Petey’s owner couldn’t help but tell me that I should probably get a shock collar for Jewels because it would solve all my problems. Case in point, he said, and pointed at Petey sitting perfectly still beside him.

Don’t you just love it when people think they can solve all your problems by giving you their oh-so-expert advice? I despise shock collars and would never use one of those torture devices on my dogs. I’d rather take a few months working with my babies until we understood each other.

I told him that I didn’t believe in shock collars as a training tool, and walked on.

Fast forward to this morning. We walk a little slower now since Jewels is a senior citizen. Petey must be seven or so but doesn’t show it. He still barks at other dogs but stays obediently by his owner’s side.

However, this morning, Petey was outside his house without his owner. I don’t know if he escaped his backyard, but I didn’t see him until I rounded the corner with Jewels, and by then, he was on top of us.

He went after Jewels, snarling with bared teeth, hair raised on the back of his neck, in full fight mode. Jewels, my lover who doesn’t know how to fight, responded by circling behind me with her tail buried between her legs.

Petey kept coming and Jewels kept circling until the leash was wrapped around my legs. Of course, I was shouting at Petey, making a scene, hoping that Petey’s owner would stop him.

At the moment that I fell to the grass, Petey startled and backed off. I saw his owner casually walking toward us, apologizing profusely and asking if I was OK. It turns out he’d been in his open garage with Petey, but didn’t bother to keep tabs on the dog.

As he helped me up and we looked Jewels over, it occurred to me that he simply shocked his dog into retreating. The dog’s behavior hadn’t changed. That collar controlled him.

After I made sure Jewels was OK, I lit into the guy. Shock collars don’t work to train dogs to behave well, they only control bad impulses. Owners have to work with their dogs for weeks or months to change a dog’s behavior. It takes patience and doesn’t happen overnight. Obviously, that stupid collar has done nothing for Petey. He still behaves the same way he did when we first met him years ago.

We will avoid walking past that house in the future. I can’t trust that we’ll get by it unscathed. It’s a shame, too, because it faces the creek in one of the most scenic areas of our neighborhood.

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[sadbuddhistnun]

Learning

When he read that poem from the sixth Dalai Lama I ended up wanting to make love to my current imagine that karma was someone who is going to be intelligent just like Jack but more loyal and loving to me I wanted to touch so badly. When we were just about to kiss his mother ended up saying something in his language probably the word dinner time. So he just kissed me on the top of the eyebrow and Said we will make love later. I wanted to read these books even though I don’t know very much about me so I snag one out of his room I hope you didn’t mind.

When the family dinner was on going I ended up reading some of the book to Karma to see if he can understand my Tibetan if any at all. He ended up saying nice try and gently laugh and kiss me on the top of my head. His sister was a little of Paul that I was reading that kind of material in a meal setting but I was just trying to point she for gave me afterwards anyways. His sister poppy was very nice to me even though her name was Poppy and It drudged up of a lot of emotions to me. We would hang out together one Karma was doing his chores with his parents or going to the creek to get water.

Afternoon and I decided I was gonna hold Karma‘s hand. Karma had a firm grip to my was not too firm it was very loving. I put his hand next to my thigh as if he give them hands that I was ready to make love to him. That’s when he said his language excuse me I have to go. We try not to make too much noise when we were making love me and karma that is. Karma wanted to have Tantric with me and I told him I never experienced that in a good way but will try to do it with him me open to it.

You pressed his lips against mine help me close to him and then we started to make love when we did where is certain urges that I wanted like to really make sure that he was happy and stuff. But I was a little scared about the tan trick sex part it was scary for me because of thubetan,

“ it’s ok!” Karma assured me kissing me gently and deeply. “I am gentle.”

That’s when he told me when he was in love with a monk and that’s why he learned how to do tantra Mariana knew and I knew it was guys you’re never knew how to do it with girls. I wanted to make love to him but near idea of him making love to a monk was just crazy to me.

“ karma who is this monk who you’re in love with at point,” I asked.

“Tenzin what his name he was a few years older than me and was a few years before we ever met and I was deeply in love with him at one point but my parents are disapproved of the relationship and I had a live in the monastery with him. He told me everything that I know words I’m teaching you or modifying for you.”

I caress karma‘s face just gently as it was ready to say goodbye or a good night for the night but he said was loving to tenzin not in love with.

#buddhism #love story #buddhist #romance #fiction #mountaineering #sadness #first love #lovers #love #emotional

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Icthyologists are so cute they’re like “39 species occur only in this five state area” and call this “great diversity” girl there are 39 species of arthropods living in my basement

#entomology has left me so jaded #still im excited to learn about native fish! i had to buy a book bc the only info online is about fish that people catch and eat #i want to learn the names of all the little guys in my creek :)

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Do You Trust Me?

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Summary: When Lenora finds out she’s pregnant and another girl turns up pregnant and murdered, Arvin and Y/N take matters into their own hands. 

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Sexual Assualt, Teen Pregnancy, Cursing, Mentions of Rape, Bullying, Dark Religious Themes, Talk of Abortion  DO NOT READ IF THESE BOTHER YOU (Very similar things to the movie)

Word Count: 7000

A/N: So Lenora doesn’t die in this but that part is instead replaced by the Reaster girl being found dead (I named her Jeanette... I didn’t remember if they gave her a first name)

A/N 2: I know I’m writing characters that exist already but like I feel like I’m going to Hell for writing this. Any other Christians feel that way about liking the movie?

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Secrets were hard to keep in such a small town as Coal Creek. Everyone knew everyone and if one person saw something, the whole town knew about it by next morning. That’s why Lenora had kept her secrets with Reverend Teagarden from all except you. Other than Arvin, you were her only friend in the world. It felt nice to have another girl to talk to because as much as she loved her brother, it was nothing like having a sister. Though you weren’t related, just friends from school, it was the closest thing she had. 

The two of you had bonded over the harassment from boys at school. Unlike Lenora, you had no problem dishing back threats and abuse. You were more like Arvin in that sense, not always terrified that the Lord was going to smite you for defending yourself. You and Arvin were close too because of it. 

The day you two met, he’d gone to pick Lenora up from school one day to find the two of you cornered out back by Dinwoodie and his boys. They called Lenora ugly, as per their daily routine, and said they wouldn’t fuck her with a bag on a her head. Tommy Matheson had a paper bag held over her face, holding her down while she squirmed. 

“There ain’t nothing alive that would willingly let you touch them, Dinwoodie!” You spat while Orville Buckman held you back, his arms wrapped around your body, keeping your arms . pinned to your side, “You’re a vile thing. Hell, I’m sure a dead pig wouldn’t let you fuck it.” 

Dinwoodie spun around and blew a hard smack across your face, “Lenora here ain’t much different than that. But you on the other hand, I’d take you whether you wanted it or not. I like a girl with a dirty mouth. And lucky you, I won’t make you wear the bag.” 

He fisted your hair and pulled your face close to him, trying to force a kiss from you but spat in his face, a massive drip of saliva landing in his eyes and smaller particles spewed across his lips. “You nasty bi-” Gene Dinwoodie reared back, ready to hit you again when suddenly Arvin came out of nowhere, sending a solid blow straight into Gene’s face, sending him flying to the ground with a crack. 

Orville let you go to go after Arvin and Tommy did the same to Lenora. You ran over to her and pulled the bag from her head, seeing evidence of her silent tears all over her face. Once you saw she was okay though, you ran over to help Arvin, who had found himself dragged to the ground by the three boys. Lenora got up too, screaming for them to stop. 

“Stop!” You yelled, pulling at Gene’s arms to try and get him to stop kicking Arvin. He shoved you back harshly by the chest but you caught yourself, returning with a sharp blow to his face with your locked fist. 

The enraged boy smacked you even harder than before, sending your ass to the ground with thud that you knew would leave a bruise. Your hands and knees got skinned up as you skid slightly on the pavement. Lenora kept pulling on the boys too, begging them to stop but to no avail. 

“Ha, sister fucker!” The three of them called out to Arvin before leaving the three of you alone. 

“Are you okay?” You asked the boy that you hadn’t met before, who was curled up in a ball on the ground and holding his stomach. He groaned in response, trying to push himself up but requiring your assistance. “Thank you for what you did back there. I’m sorry this happened.” 

He stretched, flinching at the slight movement. He sent a small nod towards you but then turned towards Lenora, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Lenora.” Words couldn’t describe the guilt he felt for allowing this to happen. 

“It-it’s okay, Arvin. It wasn’t that bad this time. Y/N here took the brunt of it, unfortunately.” Lenora turned to you, “‘M sorry about that, by the way. You didn’t need to step in for me.” 

You had stood up about the same time Arvin did, brushing as much of the dirt off your bleeding and scraped up knees as you could without flinching, “Those guys are ass holes, Lenora. I did need to.” 

Lenora piped up, “Oh, um, Y/N, this is my brother Arvin. Arvin, this is Y/N. She just moved here.” 

“It’s nice to meet ya.” You greeted the boy with a pained smile, your face hurting from the blows you’d just taken. 

Arvin nodded, “You too.” He paused for a moment, “Can I give you a ride home? I don’t need them boys catching up with you again on the ride home. Besides, your face is getting mighty red. I might have something back at my house to keep it from bruising up too bad.” 

You looked over at Lenora, sending her a questioning look, like asking if you could trust this boy who had just come to your rescue, which may have seemed like an odd inquiry to have since he just tried to take on the guys harassing you, but your encounters with boys in this town hadn’t gone all too well thus far. The girl looked unfazed though with almost a hint of excitement that you could possibly be going to her home. 

“Um, yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.” You tucked a messy strand of hair behind your ear before looking back up at Arvin to see that he was already staring at you. 

That was months ago. You’d gotten settled into Coal Creek by now and the abuse from Dinwoodie had stopped entirely after Arvin had gone full vigilante to beat the shit out of them all. Speaking of Arvin, the day he saved you and Lenora, he asked you on a date and the pair of you had been going steady ever since. If there was ever a couple to not be fucked with, the town had learned it was you two. 

This weekend, you’d gone over to the Russel’s home for supper at their Grandma’s invitation. It was delicious, as usual, as that woman had the God-given ability to produce miracles in that kitchen. As you all finished up, Uncle Earskell asked Arvin to help with something upstairs so he left without a second thought to help his kin. 

Lenora had been looking at you funny all night, as if trying to catch your eye. After helping Grandma (which she insisted you call her as well) clean up supper, Lenora pulled you off to the side, “Y/N, let’s go on a walk. I need to tell you something.” 

The weight in her eyes told you how serious this was so you just nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s go.” 

She grabbed a lantern on her way out the door and towards the barn. It was already dark, despite only being seven in the evening. Lenora led you out there and then closed the door before sitting on the hay. “So what is it?” You asked nervously. Normally, you would have made a joke but something told you that this wasn’t a joking matter. Anxiety buzzed all around her. 

“Y’know the new pastor? Preston Teagarden?” Lenora began, wringing her hands together and beginning to hide under her long red hair. 

You nodded, the question having an obvious answer as everyone, including your God fearing Mama and Aunt, went to church every Sunday. “What about ‘im?” 

“Well… um… y’see. We… we had sex.” She whispered the last word like it was the dirtiest thing she could fathom saying. 

Your eyes blew wide and your mouth dropped open, “You what?” You whispered back in shock. 

“Shh!” She held her finger up to her lips, “He said that to bear yourself as God made his first children was to truly turn yourself to Him.” 

You were having a difficult time processing this new information. Arvin and you had both agreed that there was something off about that new preacher since the first day you met him but you wouldn’t have guessed it was anything like this. “Lenora, that makes no sense. God sees everything. He’s already seen you in your birthday suit. He doesn’t need the preacher to see it too.” 

Part of you felt bad for the way you were reacting, especially when you saw the way your best friend shrunk back a little in embarrassment. Clearly, he’d manipulated her into getting what he wanted, using her faith as a weapon for her sexual exploitation, but of course she didn’t see it like that because his words were specifically tailored to get her to believe him. Now as you said these things, though, it was becoming clearer to Lenora that she had been manipulated. 

“That’s not all…” She continued. 

You held her arm gently, “What is it?” 

Her eyes got wide with fear, “You can’t tell anyone okay? You gotta promise.” Her hand covered yours, gripping tightly to ensure that you grasped the severity of the situation. 

You swallowed hard, honestly scared by her reactions to whatever was happening. This wasn’t like sweet, simple, calm Lenora. Nonetheless, you nodded, “I promise.” 

“I think I’m pregnant.” 

You actually choked, “What? Are you sure?” This was bad. This was so bad. 

Her eyes began to well up with guilty tears, “Yeah, I am. I was pretty sick a few weeks back. Couldn’t eat nothin’ cause I kept throwin’ up. And I haven’t had that time of the month in  two months.” 

“Two months, Lenora? Shit…” You whispered, leaning back against the hay. Even before moving to Coal Creek, you came from a small town in Pennsylvania where this had happened to a few girls. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon in that particular town. Your daddy had been a doctor before he died so you’d seen more than a few cases of teenage pregnancy. For Lenora, though, this was practically unheard of. Good Christian girls don’t have babies before marriage. “Did you tell ‘im?” 

Lenora’s breath shook, “Yeah ‘nd he said I was crazy and delusional. Just imaginin’ things. Said we never did nothin’ in the car. Then he said that I had to get rid of the baby or I’d be branded as the town whore with a bastard son. Even said it’d kill Grandma from the shame of it all if anyone found out.” 

“That is not true, Lenora. None of it. You’re not a whore and it would be best for everyone if that baby inside you was a bastard. That disgusting man isn’t fit to walk the Earth we live on, let alone be a father.” It felt like the blood was rushing through your veins with full force, internally panicking about the situation. This was a big deal and, unfortunately, you weren’t sure if Lenora was emotionally capable enough to handle it alone. She’d always been quiet and lonely and an easy target for cruel people. “Are you keepin’ it?” 

Her breathing shuddered as if she’d started crying, “I can’t kill the baby inside me and go on livin’ with that. But I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared,Y/N.” Lenora threw her arms around you and you held her as her body rattled against yours. 

“Shh, you got me, alright? Me and Arvin. And I’m sure Grandma wouldn’t be ashamed if she knew what Teagarden did to you.” You insisted but she shook her head. 

“You must think I’m stupid for believin’ that man.” She sat up wiping her eyes with her sleeve. 

“No! I do not think you’re stupid at all. That monster took advantage of you, told you things to make you believe that his dirty, lustful thoughts were vindicated by the Lord. And he’s going to fucking pay.” You were furious now as you began to stand up, unsure of exactly what you’d do but you knew you were gonna do it. 

Lenora grabbed your arm and pulled you back down, “No! Wait! Please-” 

“What’s going on here?” Arvin opened the door with a concerned face. 

Both you and Lenora jumped at his sudden intrusion but were even more nervous about what he’d heard. 

“How much did you hear?” Lenora asked her brother, rubbing her hands on her thighs. 

He walked in and slammed the door shut behind him, kneeling down in front of you and his sister, “That someone took advantage of you and Y/N was gonna make ‘im pay. Now what happened? What’s going on?” 

This was one of the things that you’d always loved about Arvin. He had this protective nature over what he loved, ready to do anything to keep his loved ones safe, whether that was his sister, his girlfriend, or his grandmother. His brown eyes held so much sincerity and understanding for his younger sister but also fear for what had been done to her. 

When she didn’t respond right away, Arvin looked over to you with questioning desperate eyes but you chewed your lip, knowing that it wasn’t your secret to tell. Instead, you looked back over to Lenora sadly and nudged her slightly. 

“C-can you say? Please? I don’t wanna say it again.” Lenora begged you quietly, avoiding eye contact with Arvin. Though you could never truly know she felt, you tried to understand all the emotions that must have been running through her. 

Arvin met your eyes, begging you to tell him what had happened. “She’s pregnant. It’s that Reverend Teagarden’s baby. Said that he told her that the only way to get close to God was to show him her in the form of Adam and Eve. But now he’s saying that she’s delusional and that it’s not his.” 

Arvin’s temper flamed inside his chest. That explained the Reverend’s intense sermon about delusion this last Sunday. Nobody did this to his sister and got away with it. “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking ki-” 

“Arvin please-” Lenora tried to calm him but it was a weak attempt, still trying to stay quiet so Grandma wouldn’t notice.

“No, I’ll end his life for what he did to you.” 

You watched your boyfriend reel around, hands holding onto his hat. He was livid, understandably so. 

Lenora wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to protect Preston Teagarden after what he’d done to her but she thinks it’s that she was more concerned for her brother. Besides, no matter what Teagarden had done, did he really deserve to die for it? 

“We don’t have to hurt him,” You spoke to your boyfriend, “If she wants, she can just have the baby and we’ll help raise it.” 

“But he said it’s not his and that I’ll just be considered some no-good whore. He said it’ll kill Grandma. I don’t want to kill Grandma.” She was almost crying again at the thought of their grandmother ending up six feet under because of the shame of having her as a granddaughter. 

“He said that?!” Arvin nearly yelled. 

“But what if he’s right?” Lenora thought out loud, “I couldn’t live with myself if I got rid of the baby but I can’t risk killing Grandma. Maybe it would be better if I were dead-” 

“No!” You and Arvin both said firmly in unison. You held her hand tight and Arvin knelt down again. 

He swiped his thumb comfortingly across the back of her hands, “Don’t you ever say that. We have both already lost too damn much to lose each other too, ya hear me?” 

Lenora nodded, tears falling down her cheeks when she closed her eyes. 

“Why can’t we just ruin him? You can have the baby and let everyone know what he did. Everyone will know that he’s the father and it’ll destroy his life.” Arvin suggested, all of the miserable ways this could end for the man twisting his heart in sadistic pleasure. 

You shook your head though, “No, they won’t. It’s different for girls in small towns like this. Doesn’t matter what happened, you’re still the dirty no good whore, even if you were raped. The man is treated like a victim for even having the inkling of an accusation brought up.” After a few minutes, you suggested, “Why don’t we run off. We’ll all go to a new town, somewhere where nobody knows none of us. We’ll tell ‘em that your husband died in the war, leaving you with the baby. I’ll go with. I’ll help you raise it.” 

She shook her head, “But what about Grandma and Uncle Earskell?” She did have a point. They were both getting on in age and would need more help than they already did. 

You all sat in silence for a few moments, brainstorming ideas of what to do. Eventually, Arvin looked at his sister, “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

The three of you went back to the house for the rest of the night, knowing that everyone would be getting suspicious if you were out any longer. 

The three of you kept the secret quiet, barely even speaking about it to each other. You’d been doing as much research on babies in the libraries at school, which earned you quite a few disapproving looks from people who assumed that you and Arvin were expecting. You were serious when you said that you had every intention of helping Lenora and so was Arvin. 

Weeks had gone by with relatively no news. Well, that’s what the town thought at least. After finding out about what the Reverend had done to Lenora, Arvin had told you about his plan to watch him. 

The pair of you had spent several afternoons staked out near the church, watching as he went to the place of worship and then left at night. But then you started noticing a frequent visitor. Jeanette Reaster. The pair would drive off to a little secluded field and, sure enough, Teagarden would have his way with her. Though you couldn’t hear what was said, it was clear that they’d been praying beforehand before she submitted to him fully. Now, you knew Jeanette Reaster and, much like Lenora, she was the last person you’d imagine having premarital sex for the fear of being struck down by God. Whatever this man had said to them must have been real convincing. 

“Piece of shit…” Arvin leaned forward against the steering wheel of his car while you sat beside him. You both watched on as the Reverend laid the girl down and began his assault of falsely “holy” acts. 

For respect of Jeanette, you both looked away during the actual act but when you saw her ride off, Teagarden got out of his car, a bunch of fabric in his hands and sniffed them as he watched her. “That fucking perv. How does nobody know about this?” You asked, disgusted. Reaster was a good girl. She didn’t deserve this abuse. 

“We know about it.” Arvin said, putting the car in reverse, “And that’s enough.” Less than a week later, word got out that Jeanette Reaster had run off. Grandma had told Arvin and Lenora that her mother had said to her privately that Jeanette left a note saying that she was pregnant but the father refused to believe that he was the father. To spare her family the shame, she ran away and begged them to just say that they had no idea what had happened to her. That’s what her parents intended to do for their daughter’s sake but had entrusted Grandma with the secret just so they had somebody to talk to about it.

The day after she disappeared, they found her body on the side of the road just a few towns over. Nobody had any idea of what had happened except for you and Arvin. Both of you were convinced that Teagarden had murdered her to keep his secret from getting out. 

The anger that was held between you and Arvin both was unparalleled. In part, you both felt partially responsible for her death. If only you’d said something, maybe you could have saved her. But neither of you even knew she was pregnant. That monster did to her exactly what he had probably planned to do to Lenora. 

“We have to set things right.” Arvin said, sitting in his car one night with you in the woods, “That girl is dead and I can’t help but feel like it’s on me.” His head hung sadly, the weight of another death weighing on his heart. 

You shifted sideways in the seat, your jeans rubbing against the vinyl car seats. You placed a hand gingerly on his cheek, “This is not your fault. This is the evil of a wicked man.” 

“A girl is dead, Y/N. He got her pregnant and murdered her. He got Lenora pregnant and tried to convince her she was crazy. He’s taking advantage of innocent girls out here and then tying up the loose ends.” Arvin sat there, so much hurt behind his brown eyes. Then an idea dawned on him, “Do you trust me?” 

The question took you off guard and it showed but you answered honestly, “Yes.” 

** 

Perhaps being quieter in church was for the best for this particular scenario. You’d never been as religious as the rest of your family or the rest of the town, for that matter. But this morning, you found yourself on your knees by your bedside. “Lord, please forgive the things that I am about to do. Please understand that I do this with the best intentions of protecting every other girl to cross paths with Preston Teagarden and to avenge the death of Jeanette Reaster. I pray that you please forgive Arvin as well as I know he is a man with nothing but good and love in his heart. In Jesus’ holy name, amen.” 

Almost on cue, your mom knocked on the door to see you on your knees, “Arvin is out front waiting for you.” She announced with a warm smile, noticing your outfit, “You look nice, sweetie! Since when do you clean up all cute for that boy?” She teased, a loving smile on her face as you smoothed out your yellow dress that hung just below your knees. The sleeves were tight and went about halfway down your biceps. It was far from revealing with a neckline that stopped just below your collarbones but it still was tight enough to accentuate the shape of your concealed breasts. A brown belt was tied around your waist, showing off your figure. 

“Yeah, well I figured that for once I might as well dress up and do something nice.” The lie slipped out smoothly despite the racing of your heart in your chest. 

She pulled you in for a hug, “Well you tell Arvin that I want you back by nine tonight! I’ll be going over to Mrs. Hadderson’s for quilting today, just so you know, in case I’m not home when you get back.” 

You picked up your bag and pulled her into a side hug, “Alright, Mama. Love you!” You hollered, running out the door. Arvin was dressed normally, just his blue jeans and t-shirt, but he still looked great as always. 

When you slid into the passenger seat of his car, he perked up and looked over at you, “Not used to seeing you like this on any day but Sunday.” He attempted to joke but found it difficult considering what the two of you were planning on doing. 

After driving a ways down the road, he asked, “Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Because I can drop you off with Lenora and I’ll take care of this myself.” 

Looking over at him to see his eyes scanning your face for signs of hesitation, you placed your hand on his leg, “I’m not letting you do this alone.” 

Not too deep down, Arvin felt terrible for allowing you to partake in this. Death had always seemed to follow him wherever he went; he didn’t want you to be stuck with the same curse. The two of you developed a plan but Arvin had created a backup just in case you decided you didn’t want to partake, not that he would blame you. He was terrified beyond belief himself but he’d decided that for the sake of every other girl in this town and any other one’s Teagarden had harmed in the past, he had to do this. 

The only thing making him feel remotely at peace with your involvement was the fact that you weren’t actually doing the killing. You were the diversion, he was the trigger man. Arvin sighed, relenting to the fact that you were in on this, “Did you bring the rope?” He asked, eyes flicking over to you and your bag between glances at the road that moved beneath the wheels of his car. 

You dug around in your little bag and pulled out a small length of rope, a weapon chosen for the lack of clean up. “Got it. You got the gun?” 

Arvin pulled his denim jacket back just enough to show the handle of the Luger that once belonged to his father. This weapon was chosen for its reliability. Once you guys started, you had to finish otherwise he’d tell everyone. 

Before you knew it, the tires were coming to a crunching halt on the rocky sideturn just around the corner from the church. A sudden wave of nausea came over you and you had to breathe deeply to settle it down. “You okay?” Arvin asked, reaching out for you. 

You swallowed hard, “Yeah.” Sweat began to bead up on your brow as a million different images of what could happen in the next few minutes ran through your head. 

Arvin watched as you zoned out on the dashboard and he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. It was the same inner conflict he’d had this morning before picking you up, when he first pocketed the gun.  “Whatever happens today, I need you to know that I love you Y/N.” 

You sucked a quick breath in. Neither of you had ever used the L-word before. Arvin was scared to because he’d lost so many people and the fewer people he loved, that fewer people he could lose. You had just never loved anyone romantically before and were too terrified that maybe you’d say it too early or think you felt it when you really didn’t. With Arvin, though, you knew it. “I love you too, Arvin.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips deeply, wanting nothing more than to stay against his skin for the rest of your lives. But, unfortunately, there was something you had to do first. 

“Remember, just get him to bring you to the field. I will be there waiting. I won’t let anything happen to you, you hear?” Your faces were close together, so close your foreheads almost touched, as he went over the plan one last time, trying to make sure that you knew that you were safe as long as he was around. 

“I know.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile, though it was far from a grin of actual happiness.

Arvin watched as you got out of the car, leaving the small bundle of rope behind, and walked down the dirt driveway to the church. You looked just like someone that pervert would fall head over heels for. There was an innocent sway to your hips and the way you held your bag close to your body screamed insecurity, but the kind of a young girl who doesn’t know how beautiful she is. The funny thing was that this wasn’t something totally out of character for you. Sure, you had a mouth and fist that could dish as much as it could take, and yeah, you and Arvin had been together for almost half a year, but there was still a youthful innocence to you. There was still a brightness in your eyes and a pep in your step, one that hadn’t been beat down by the tragedies of life yet. It was one of the things that Arvin found most attractive about you but it was also one of the things that Preston Teagard would as well. 

The doors of the church were cracked open just slightly when you approached and you could see the Reverend sitting in the pews, reading his Bible, through the gap. Taking one less final deep breath, you pressed the door open and stepped in, the heels of your little white chucks padding against the hardwood. Teagard turned around at the sound, “Why, hello, there.” He greeted warmly. It disgusted you how this man could act no different after knowing what he’d just done but the worst monsters were human. 

“Uh, hi there, Reverend. I’m sorry to bother but I just needed to talk to you about something.” You began, accentuated your Appalachian drawl while trying to make your voice sound as young and innocent as you could. 

He patted the pew beside him, “Well, my child, you’ve come to the right place. That’s what I’m here for. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” 

Skin crawling as you walked, you forced your feet to move towards the man and sit beside him. Right away, his arm stretched behind your shoulders as he sat uncomfortably close. At first, you avoided eye contact, “Well, um, you see, I’ve been… straying from the light and I really want to get right with God.” 

This had to be the first truth you’d told anyone other than Arvin today. You felt too terrible lying in the presence of God so you’d found a way to genuinely get your feelings off your chest while still luring Teagarden into your trap. 

He rubbed his chin and hummed, “The fact that you acknowledge this means you haven’t strayed too far. God always comes back to his flock, even to those little sheepies who’ve gone astray. Why don’t you tell me more.” He urged. 

Your hands squeezed the strap of your bag tightly, “I… I have lustful thoughts sometimes.” 

Preston was lucky he’d had a lot of practice concealing his emotions because he’d be lying if he said that those words didn’t stir something in him, “Now are these just thoughts or have you acted on them?” 

“Oh, just thoughts, Reverend. I’ve never acted on any of them.” You reassured, finally meeting his eyes. They seemed to look at you with such understanding that you could see why Lenora and Jeanette had fallen for him. 

He nodded in approval, “And who are these thoughts about?” 

This was where you’d have to do a bit more lying, “I don’t really want to say.” You blushed bright red. You knew that Preston must have taken this as a sign that it was about him but it wasn’t. Your dirty thoughts never strayed from Arvin. 

Preston looked away and then back down at you, “You’re going with that Russel boy, right?” 

Silently, you nodded, not wanting to incriminate your boyfriend too much in this process of confession. 

“Has he ever touched you?” Preston pressed, his body getting closer to yours inch by inch until your legs were nearly touching. 

The red in your cheeks wasn’t part of the act anymore but genuine. You shook your head, “No, never.” You felt almost panicked at the question. 

“Have you ever touched yourself to these thoughts?” His voice became slower, more cautious as his inquiries got riskier and riskier. 

You found yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him anymore and looked back down at your shoes instead, just shaking your head, “No, I feel too weird. Like it’s a violation or somethin’.” 

Preston looked away, as if considering something, before turning back to you, “Can I show you some place? I find it helps me feel closer to God when I feel like I’m goin’ astray. Perhaps I could help.” 

Hook and sink. He’d fallen right into the trap. With a shy nod, you agreed sweetly, “Yeah, yeah, I’d like that. Is it far?” 

Teagard shook his head, “Oh no, not too far at all. But I’ll drive so we don’t have to walk.” 

Getting him to drive you to the spot was just as easy as you imagined it would be. With a quick glance in the rear view mirror, you noticed a car in the far distance behind you that you immediately recognized as Arvin following. Preston’s car came to a stop in the same field you’d seen him take Jeanette Reaster to a few weeks ago, facing the woods ahead. 

It really was quite peaceful and would have been a pretty sight if you weren’t with a sexual predator. Again, his arm slid around your shoulders and you breathed in deeply, the intense sexual tension making you uncomfortable even though you had every intention of finishing him off before he even got a hand up your skirt. 

“You said that Russel boy has never touched you. Have you ever shown him yourself?” The fact that this man had the nerve to ask you such questions disgusted you beyond belief but you kept up the facade. 

“Like naked?” You clarified, seeing him nod, “No, not naked. We went to the lake one time so he saw me in my bathing suit then but that’s not exactly the same thing.” 

Preston chuckled at your naivety, “No, no, not the same thing at all. You know how you’re supposed to save yourself for marriage to be right with the Lord. But there is nothing that brings you closer back to our heavenly father than to be as Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, the garden of pure paradise.” 

“How is that so?” You cranked up the childlike inquisitive nature as you looked up at him with big doe eyes. 

Preston had to fight the urge to take you here and now, looking at you like this, but he remained strong for the sake of the process. “They were made in his image. We all were but they were his original children. The pure, unaltered image of God himself, before the sin of man tainted it all. By showing yourself in your pure, unaltered image, you bring yourself closer to the light.” 

Your brows furrowed, “But didn’t you just say that premarital sex is a sin?” This may have been jeopardizing your mission but you felt inclined to point out the hypocrisy before you offed the man. 

He nodded, chest falling and rising with a heavy sigh, “It depends on who you’re with. I’m a man of God myself and I like to model myself after Jesus. I’d like to think that makes me an extension of His love and power and therefore an outlet for you to feel safe to do whatever you need to do in order to be right with Him.” 

With a shaky breath, you bit your lip, “Alright. H-how do I-?”

Preston watched as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt and let his mind wander to what else those fingers might be good at. “First, let us pray.” He reached over and held your hand, “Lord, Y/N is showing herself to you. See her Lord, as you made her. She presents herself to you. Give her strength. Amen.” 

“Amen.” You muttered after him, your fingers slowly going to unbutton your dress. This wasn’t how you’d imagined the first time a boy seeing you in your knickers going. In your mind, it had always been on a nice romantic evening with Arvin and a selfish part of you wanted it to stay that way but then you remembered why you were doing what you were doing and sucked down the reservations. At least you weren’t actually losing your virginity to the monster. 

Nervous fingers fuddled with the button for just a moment too long and Teagarden twisted sideways, hands coming to cover yours, “May I?” He offered his assistance. 

Your heart thumped so loud you could hear it but you nodded silently, letting your fingers fall onto your thighs. With deftly skilled fingers, he had your blouse unbuttoned before long and had pushed it off your shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat at this much exposure, your breasts just barely concealed under only the fabric of your bra. Lord, you prayed silently, please let this be over with quickly. 

Your eyes slid closed, trying to imagine that it was Arvin touching you instead of Preston Teagarden but then the mere thought of comparing the two made you sick to your stomach. They were nothing alike. 

A set of chapped lips kissed your forehead gently, then your cheek, and then, finally, your lips. At first, you drew back, but still kept your eyes closed, trying to mask the disgust with untouched hesitance. You forced your body to relax again and Preston took that as a cue to continue with what he was doing, his lips returning to yours. 

Wasting no time, he’d crawled over you until your back was flush against the seat. You placed your hands awkwardly and haphazardly on Preston’s shoulder’s, trying to feign inexperienced confusion. You and Arvin may not have ever gone all the way, but you’d at least gone this far. 

Preston’s lips moved down your neck and your breath got caught in your throat. As much as you hated it, he knew what he was doing. This man knew all the right buttons to push to make a nervous girl submit to his every desire and, though you were well aware of the game he was playing and had zero attraction to him, the physical reactions were almost impossible to stop. Your body shuddered when his stubble, something Arvin lacked, scratched the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes were open wide now, just waiting for your boyfriend to finally show up and save you from this situation. 

Arvin approached the car and slowly and quietly as he could. The windows were up so it wasn’t too big an issue as long as he wasn’t clanging metal but he figured he didn’t want to take any chances. When approached the driver’s window, his heart wrenched and he immediately regretted putting you in this position. 

Preston was on top of you, his hands roaming all around your semi-exposed chest. He knew that you’d never been exposed like that to anyone before and he suddenly felt sick with himself for allowing the first time to be with anyone beside him, let alone Preston fucking Teagard. 

He expected to have to psych himself up for the actual kill, to have to convince himself to do it but when you locked eyes with him, a silent plea to get the man off of you, it came unnervingly natural. With the rope already wrapped around both of his fists, Arvin reached for the handle and threw the door open, looping the rope around Preston’s neck and dragging him back out of the car. Preston’s eyes were wide with shock and fear, “What the fuck?!” He hollered in fear, the words turning to gagging and choking. His hands grasped at the rope but Arvin had it pulled too tightly. 

Preston’s body was kicking against the grass but his neck and head were pressed against Arvin’s chest, who was kneeling in the field. 

“You really thought you could get away with what you did to my Lenora? To that poor Reaster girl you murdered? And then I bet you were willing to do the same to her over there too, huh?” He seethed, notioning over to you with a flick of his chin. 

The reverend tried to say something, anything to defend himself or get himself out of this situation but Arvin never let up so the words came out as disgustingly graphic chokes. You crawled out of the car, not knowing what you could do to help or secure the situation but feeling useless now. 

In a few minutes time, his lips had turned blue and the thrashing of his body had stopped. Arvin finally let up and the body slump into the grass. He crawled back and away from the man who had only moments ago been all over you, touching you. 

That was when he remembered that you were there still. He’d gotten so blinded by rage that he almost blacked out, caught up in the task at hand. But when he looked up, his heart began to beat again and he stood up, rushing to you, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” 

Your face was pale and blank, almost as if you were in shock. Your top was still totally unbuttoned, white modest bra still exposed to the world but you didn’t look like you cared at all. If Arvin was being honest, this wasn’t how he’d pictured seeing you topless for the first time going. He always hoped it would be romantic and with more than enough time to compliment every inch of your perfect body. Instead, you looked scared and shocked and almost like you could be sick. 

“Y/N?” He urged, coming stand between you and Preston’s body, attempting to break your view of it. He reached down and began to re-button your blouse for you. 

“I’m fine,” You said flatly, only moving to look up at him, “Are you okay?” 

With a glance down at his knuckles, the rope burn was clear to see, but Arvin had been through much worse, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry that I let him do that. This whole idea was stupid and now-” 

“No,” You interrupted, finally snapping out of your shocked state and bringing your hands up to rest on his, which were on your chest now, “He can’t hurt anyone anymore.” 

Arvin didn’t actually feel remorse for killing the man. The only thing he wanted was to take you back home, or rather far away, where there weren’t any reminders of today’s events. He wanted to show you how special you were, how much he loved you, and how brave he thought you were for being willing to be Teagarden’s last victim for the better good of the world. 

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