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sbdskate · 3 months

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Laws Of Attraction (Epilogue 1) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: Daniel signed with RB at the end of the 2022 season, ending your attorney-client relationship. You decide to give romance a try in the off season.

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings (18+): fluff, language, *SMUT*: p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap)

Word Count: 2,291

February 2023

You woke up to his breath tickling the back of your neck, which you had now grown pleasantly accustomed to over the last few months. His arm snaked over your waist with his hand lightly resting just below your breasts. Sometimes his face nuzzled into the back of your shoulder so that you could feel his stubble lightly tickle you. You treasured these soft, quiet moments that were hidden from the rest of the world.

By a miracle, your budding relationship had not yet been sniffed out by paparazzi or investigative fans, but you knew it wouldn’t last forever. The distance was hard, as expected, but ended up being more manageable than you originally thought. Of course it helped that one of you had almost unlimited resources. He ended up spending a good chunk of time at his property in Beverly Hills which at least got you in the same continent and country. You would make up excuses to work out of the LA office for a week or so and The Firm suspected nothing of it or didn’t care enough to ask why. During the day you worked on other client matters while he hung out with Scotty and other friends, allegedly figuring out plans for the next Enchante drop. At night you stayed with him, cooking dinners together, throwing small parties, watching the sun set over the hills.

When you weren’t on the West Coast, he occasionally stayed with you in your small NYC apartment in the West Villiage. At first you protested that he should stay somewhere else, that there wasn’t enough room for the both of you, and that your accommodations were far too modest for the extravagant lifestyle he had become so accustomed to. Fine, you book the hotel, he would say with a smirk knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to afford the reservation to override him. But he so desperately wanted to a glimpse into your home that you could hardly say no.

It was easier for him to explore the city in the dead of winter where he blended in with everyone else on the street, bundled in at least four layers to keep warm. With a hat and scarf covering most of his face, he went about his day with the rare freedom of being unidentified and anonymous. When you were done with work you would sneak into the diviest dive bar you could find, consisting of dark basements with dark liquor. Or you would order takeout for dinner and eat it out of the container on your couch with a beer or glass of wine.

The two of you relished these moments of normalcy. Including moments like now, in that tiny apartment, on a chilly Friday in February where you bathed in the rays of sun that began to poke through your curtains in the light of morning. He had been on Stephen Colbert the night before and you watched in awe from the comfort of your couch that the man on the screen, in a suit you picked out, would be coming home to you at the end of the program.

Your eyes fluttered open before your alarm went off, Daniel’s breath making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You smiled to yourself, still unable to believe this was your new reality. Just to be sure, you gently grabbed the hand positioned on your upper abdomen to move it to cup your breast. Perhaps you should have let him sleep, but you couldn’t pass up the chance to have extra time with him. You felt his breath pattern change as he slowly woke from the delicate touch. The silver lining of long distance was that neither of you were lacking in libido. Granted your relationship was still in its infancy, of course you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

He pulled you in close flush against his chest and gave your shoulder a kiss.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, voice muffled by skin. You held your hand over his, squeezing it.

“Mmm good morning.” The crook of his nose caressed the path that followed the trails of kisses along your shoulder blade. He began to move his thumb over your sensitive nipple, feeling as it puckered under his touch. Your breath hitched as you squirmed, molding yourself into him. You partially turned your head to face him without disrupting your position. He propped himself on his elbow to meet you halfway and planted a messy kiss on your lips.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look in the morning?” You used to think he was joking, not that you could blame him if he were. There were people who were elegant sleepers, but you knew you were not one of them. Your hair almost always ended up looking like it could home a few birds or small rodent. Your eyes were puffy, slightly crusty, and every now and then there was some dried drool for good measure. Now that you had been at this for nearly two months, it was evident he was very serious each time.

“You have, but you can tell me again,” you mumbled as a smile grew on your face and stretched your limbs.

“You’re beautiful.” It came out muffled as your lips pressed together again, as his thumb continued to lazily graze your nipple.

You gently dragged his hand from your chest to the growing heat between your legs. You pressed against him again, feeling his hardened member against your ass. You smirked, satisfied with the results of your minimal efforts.

He kissed the crook of your neck as he drew tiny circles around your clit with his middle finger. You reached your arm behind you to gently scratch his head as little moans escaped your lips, breath becoming uneven with desire.

“Are you going to be late for work?” Ever the gentleman, you could tell he asked to be polite but it wasn’t actually a point of concern. You grinded into his groin in frustration.

“Not that I care at the moment, but no.” You moved his fingers even further south so he could feel your neediness. “I have twelve minutes and I don’t want to think about responsibilities until then. Do what you will with that information.”

A husky groan escaped his lips feeling how wet you were for him. His hand left you momentarily to stroke himself a few times before aligning with your entrance and you reached down to help guide him.

Two months, and it still took your breath away how full he made you feel. Your back arched into him and he caught your hips in his hand. Laced with sleep, he held on as he dragged in and out of you in deliberate, languid motions as though time didn’t exist. His hand moved slowly up your body, to your waist, over your soft stomach, the swell of your breast, where it snaked over your chest and enclosed around your throat with a gentle firmness that made your core clench. It was equally delicate and possessive. It delighted every surface of your body but his leisure pace now maddened you.

“Faster,” you choked out. He smirked as he slowed down the roll of his hips, tightening his grip around your neck. If he wasn’t awake before, he was now. Daniel was fascinated – you ordinarily enjoyed lazy morning sex but today you were extraordinarily needy for some reason. Not that he was mad at it. Your eyes twisted shut and you moaned through gritted teeth, simultaneously aroused and frustrated. “Fuck you.”

“Happily,” he taunted. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please.” He felt your body quiver around him as you begged for more of him. He closed his eyes and prayed that he would last for the remaining six minutes.

He obliged your pleas, only letting go of your neck to lift your leg up.

Right there

His thrusts deepened with the new angle and watched excitedly as your arm moved down. He couldn’t see you playing with yourself but knew you were as your moans became louder and more frequent and he felt your walls squeeze and twitch. The image seared into his brain and he knew he was done. He inhaled the scent from your hair in his face and he wished he could see you. But you were warm and tight and wet and perfect and he couldn’t stop himself.

“Fuck, I’m-”

“Yes”

Your hips stuttered and muscles spasmed around him. He spilled into you as his fingers sank into your skin, his vice grip unable to let go. You both laid limp for a moment, panting to catch your breath. Eventually you pulled yourself away from him to roll over.

Your hair was knotted and your flushed face was adorned with a shit-eating grin. You were stunning. Glowing.

“Good morning,” you said cheekily.

“Good morning,” he responded. He lifted his arm, inviting you to use his chest as a pillow. You did so gladly, intertwining yourselves in each other once more like vines. It was nice for all of forty-seven seconds before your alarm went off. He pulled you tighter before you could try to get up.

“Now I have to get going.” He placed a kiss at the top of your head.

“What if we just stayed in bed all day instead.” You groaned in silent agreement, but nonetheless peeled his arms off you.

“I would love to but I have to work. And so do you.” You kissed him before hopping into the shower.

Right. Daniel had almost forgotten that today was his first official day back as a Red Bull employee. His presence was requested for the livery launch set to happen in Midtown in a few hours. He laid in bed and smiled to himself as he listened to you sing I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island.

“I still can’t believe it’s in New York,” you said casually as you poured yourself a cup of coffee. He hummed in agreement. “Suspiciously convenient, really.” You glanced at him through your peripheral to gauge his reaction. Nothing. Though he did look oddly pensive. You turned suddenly to confront him. “You’re sure you didn’t say anything to Christian?” He laughed at your skeptic accusation.

“Not a peep.”

“You swear it?” You held out your pinky.

“I swear it.” He linked his with yours.

“Kiss it,” you demanded. He rolled his eyes but obliged lowering his lips to his knuckles as you did yours, his focus on you never wavering.

You continued getting ready, though you couldn’t shake the sense that there was an uneasy intensity to him this morning. At first you thought it might just be nerves about the livery event, but then you caught him staring at you in the mirror while you were brushing your teeth. You spit and turned around.

“Ok you’re being weird. What is it?”

“I’m not being weird!” he said defensively. You brandished your toothbrush at him threateningly.

“Yes, you are. You’ve barely said two words since we had sex.” He scoffed.

“I’ve said lots of words. That was five just now –“

“There’s nothing wrong with being nervous, you know.”

“I’m not nervous –“

“Then what is it?”

He both loved and hated that you could read him like a book. You seemed to be intuitively aware of all of his deepest thoughts - though maybe not this one. He watched as you walked into the kitchen to pack your work bag. You filled your travel mug as you patiently waited for his response. He took a deep breath before jumping into the metaphorical deep end.

“Since things are official with Red Bull as of today, I figured we should be too.”

You snorted coffee through your nose. A not-so-subtle tomato hue dusted your cheeks immediately. Yet again, you weren’t sure why you were so surprised. The man was traveling half way around the world for you. With the amount of time, effort, care, and money spent, how could you ever believe he would lull you into something as malignant as a situationship? As it was in the beginning, you were the stop-gap preventing things from progressing. He had been respectful with taking things at a glacial pace, as you kindly requested. He had given you the proof you needed that there was a way to make the relationship work when you weren’t traveling constantly together. When you considered that you had now existed in each other’s orbits for nearly five months, he really had been as patient as a saint with you.

But he misconstrued your stunned silence as confusion, so he rephrased his proposition.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your timing was impeccable as always, as you choked on your own saliva before breaking into a coughing fit. He sighed and poured you a glass of water, slightly disgruntled by your antics.

He had been putting this off. He had wanted to wait for the right time, for it to be romantic and dreamy, everything you deserved. But each time the opportunity arose he lost his nerve, and now here you both were: in your kitchen, before you had to go to work, choking on thin air, decidedly unromantic.

“I’ll take that as a no.” You shook your head ferociously before attempting to sip the liquid. He frowned “Well shit, you don’t have to be so enthusiastic about it.” You shook your head again, then nodded. “Yes, that’s right, you’re not interested?” You decided that this was the worst game of charades, ever. You shook your head again.

“Yes,” *cough* “I want,” *cough* “to be your,” *cough* “girlfriend.” Despite the fact that you were barely breathing, Daniel’s thousand-watt smile appeared before you.

“Drink your fucking water and stop coughing so I can kiss you.”

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A/N: Please don't be a ghost reader and thank you for reading! I'm happy I've been on a roll with my posting schedule but I know the next Epilogue part will not be ready by next week, so expect a little bit of a break after this (hopefully not four months again).

And thank you @thef1diary for your help

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heartlilith · 5 months

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Solar Return Chart Observations 💖

Here are some of my observations and opinions on various placements in the Solar Return Chart

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🪽1st House Pluto / Pluto aspecting the Ascendent can bring immense change that year - especially if you have an Aries or Capricorn rising or Mars/Saturn in the 1st house. Scorpio in the 1st house indicates this as well but less intensely (imo). It may will be a painful process but when you look back on it, it'll be so worth it. If you take away anything from reading about this placement, please let it be to trust the process. Trust the process!!!

🪽Speaking of Pluto; wherever Pluto sits in your SR Chart can indicate where you experience the most change that year - it's where you transform.

🪽Vertex in the SR Chart can show you where fated events will take place; Vertex conjunct Venus in the 5th house can indicate dating someone who teaches you a life lesson or this person could be your soulmate.

🪽Vertex is activated in the SR chart when you meet someone with their Sun, Moon, ASC conjunct your Vertex, aka in the same sign/house. These people come into your life to teach you something. Pay attention to the house placement and aspects to see what the lesson could be.

🪽The worst year of my life was last year (2022). I had my 11th house profection year in Scorpio, traditionally ruled by Mars (modern day Pluto). My Mars in my SR Chart was in the 12th house squaring my Sun, Saturn (22 degree) and my MC. It was in a tight conjunction with Uranus and my North Node and my Moon sign was in 0 degrees. That shit sucked, I wouldn't wish that year on my worst enemy.

🪽12th house placements/signs in the Solar Return Chart can show what people say about you behind your back during the year. Sun in the 12th house squaring Jupiter could mean that people think you're overly confident in your abilities or even egotistical. Venus conjunct ASC in the 12th house could indicate that people talk about how charming and friendly you are. Scorpio ruling the 12th house could have people asking questions about you to others or trying to indirectly get to know you. Looking at aspects with this placement can indicate negative talk (square, opposition), positive talk (trine, sextile) or mixed (conjunction).

🪽12th house placements can also indicate "hidden enemies" or people secretly giving you the evil eye and praying on your downfall. Capricorn Mars in the 12th house can indicate older men or male authority figures (most likely in the workplace) wishing you bad luck that year. Sun in Libra in the 12th house could indicate that your female/feminine friends act fake to your face and talk about you behind your back. Sun here can even mean that you yourself are your own worst enemy. Aries in the 12th house could indicate that the people who dislike you take on Martian traits; can become aggressive, loud, or competitive around you. These people are constantly trying to "one up" you. Pay attention to what house the 12th house lord sits in, it can give you clues for who to watch out for; Lord in 3rd house - your siblings, Lord in 8th house - inlaws, Lord in 11th house - your social group and people in your community.

🪽Venus in the 2nd house in your Solar Return can indicate buying a lot gifts for yourself or having a partner that buys them for you (sugar baby energy). Make up, clothes, jewelry, massages, candles, pajamas, skin care, accessories, and good food can be some of the things you get.

🪽Fire Mars in the 1st house can indicate having more energy, coming across as more aggressive, gaining muscles, starting a workout routine, or obtaining prominent scars on the body.

🪽Water Mars in the 1st house can indicate moodiness, gaining the ability to stick up for oneself, an abundance of creative energy, and wearing your heart (and emotions) on your sleeve.

🪽Earth Mars in the 1st house of the SR Chart can indicate gaining patience that year and learning to take your time. It can give you sustained energy and the ability to complete long term projects/goals.

🪽Air Mars in the 1st house: A lot of mental energy that can manifest as anxiety, a lot of great ideas that could be put into motion, the ability to look at situations from a detached point of view and the ability to multitask.

🪽Moon in the 11th house: You could befriend more females this year or be especially comforted by feminine energies.

🪽Jupiter aspecting ASC - indicates a positive year ahead, Jupiter brings luck and abundance to the person's life. Jupiter here can indicate a positive outlook this year and the native could be presented with great opportunities.

🪽Neptune in the 7th house in the SR Chart can make the native more prone to manipulation. They could be the ones manipulating but most likely it's their partners or someone in their one on one connections. Take off the rose colored glasses. If it feels wrong then its probably wrong.

🪽MC Lord in positive aspect to Sun/Jupiter in the Solar Return Chart can bring positive recognition in the workplace, a raise, or a promotion over the coming year.

🪽Neptune square MC can make an individual unsure about their career. They may have a clouded sense of direction and may realize that they want to do something completely different than what they do now. That, or they could have trouble focusing at work and make careless mistakes as a result.

🪽1st House Lord in the houses can also indicate prominent themes for the year and situations that you'll need to face head on. 1st House Lord in 7th house can make you question how your relationships affect you or it could bring the realization that you need to establish clear boundaries in order to find balance. 1st House Lord in the 10th house can indicate that the native's reputation will be in the spotlight and they will put all their energy into their career for the year. Look at your aspects and assess whether you need to proceed with caution.

🪽Mars harshly aspecting 8th House Lord can indicate accidents that can harm you physically. Be careful around Mars ruled things; knives, power tools, motor vehicles, gym equipment, playing contact sports, etc.

🪽1st House Mercury or Mercury aspecting the ASC can make you more talkative for the year and able to soak up information like a sponge.

🪽Moon in harsh aspect to Mars/Neptune/Jupiter can make it hard to focus on things for the year.

🪽Capricorn Rising in the SR Chart can indicate learning a lot of lessons in the year ahead, be patient with this one because it comes with a lot of blockages which can lead to frustration and impatience.

🪽Saturn/Mars ruled profection years are the hardest to go through in my opinion but they bring the most growth.

🪽Pay attention to where your Chiron is placed in the SR Chart. It can bring up old wounds and traumas that can trigger you and throw you off balance. Chiron in the 1st house: Try to maintain a positive outlook this year, journal your experiences and remind yourself of what you're grateful for. Chiron in the 6th house: Take good care of your health and eat nutritious foods. Try to get along with your coworkers and implement self-care in your daily routines. Chiron in the 11th house: Tell your friends what you appreciate about them, don't take disrespect but pick your battles wisely, donate or volunteer to help those in need.

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heliza24 · 2 months

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I want to talk a little bit about Daniel in the Interview with the Vampire show, because the new trailer material has me stuck thinking about him, and also I’ve never written about how meaningful he is as disabled character to me before.

I don’t see many people thinking about show!Daniel in these terms, but he’s a canon disabled character. And I think the way he is written is just SO good. The acerbic wit, his relationship to doctors and his medication, his rueful acceptance of the way his disability has changed him. It is all so correct!! It’s really incredibly rare to have not only a disabled character written this well but specifically a chronically ill character written this well. His illness is always present; it doesn’t get forgotten about by the story. It gives Daniel insight into the vampires (more on this in a min), but it also gives Louis and Armand leverage over him. When Louis triggers his Parkinson’s symptoms? Deeply not ok. But that’s what made it such a great scene, and really made Louis feel dangerous and threateningin that moment. Armand and Louis arranging Daniel’s meds is a sign of great care and also great power over Daniel. It’s the perfect way to communicate the complicated power dynamic in their relationship.

I also just fucking love that this show takes place in 2022 and doesn’t erase the pandemic. Covid is a very present concern for Daniel and I cannot describe how validating that is for me as someone who is clinically vulnerable to Covid and who has had to really limit my life and take a lot of precautions because everyone else has decided to stop caring whether they pass on Covid or not. The fact that Daniel gets on a plane to Dubai is a BIG DEAL. He’s risking his life to talk to Louis and Armand before he’s even in the room with them. He really wants to be there. I have to make a similar calculation every time I travel, and trust me, getting on that plane knowing getting sick could spiral you into even worse health or kill you is really hard.

I think making Daniel disabled and including the pandemic is kind of a genius level decision on a thematic level. Of course Daniel is now facing down his mortality, which gives him a whole new lens on the vampires and the fact that he once asked them to turn him. And the pandemic further highlights his fragility, and is also possibly being used as a cover for drama that’s happening in the vampire world. But I think it also really sets Daniel up as a foil to Louis.

There’s a lot of analysis of the vampire chronicles that reads vampirism as a metaphor for queerness. But I would actually propose that it’s a much neater parallel for disability and illness in a lot of ways. So many of Louis’s initial experiences after being turned resonated with me, as someone who became chronically ill in my 20s. My appetite and relationship to food completely changed, much like Louis. My relationship with the outdoors and the sun changed, because of dysautonomia and allergy reasons. I was very mad, and very depressed, and I too have missed out on birthday parties and big life events like Louis did because I was too sick to go. Hell, you can even say that the way that Louis is treated as evil by his family, that the way vampires literally can’t be a part of society during the day, is reminiscent of ableist exclusion and ugly laws. (Ugly laws were laws that forbid disabled people, especially those with visible differences, from being out in public, and they were on the books in many American municipalities until the 1970s.) You can look at Lestat being an out and proud vampire in the first few episodes on the season and imploring Louis to leave his shame behind as a queer thing, but you can also view it as a disabled thing. Disabled people are portrayed as monstrous so often (and in a way that has gone relatively unexamined compared to say, the queer coded villain trope) that sometimes it’s just easier to embrace that label: I’m the monstrous Crip, but at least I’m not ashamed of or disgusted by who I am anymore.

I do think the real strength of this adaptation is that while you can find parallels between queerness or disability or other forms of marginalization with vampirism, ultimately it’s not a one-to-one parallel. It speaks to the real world but ultimately it is a gothic horror story about supernatural monsters. So I don’t mean to say that vampirism directly equals disability, because it does not. But I do think that making Daniel disabled was an intentional choice to help draw out some of those parallels, and I think the text is richer for it.

So Louis and Daniel have had these kind of parallel experiences of uncontrollable and difficult things happening to their bodies. It sets them up perfectly as foils, and even, I would argue, as the A plot and B Plot protagonists. This is one of my favorite ways of kind of examining the structure of a TV show (or maybe it’s that most of my favorite shows seem to be structured this way?). When TV was all episodic, it would be common to refer to the A plot (mystery of the week), B plot (interpersonal drama happening as the mystery gets solved) and C plot (any overarching plot tying the season together) in an episode. Now that stuff is serialized, there’s often a main protagonist, who has the main dramatic question and the most agency, and then there is often a secondary B plot that explores similar themes and mirrors the A plot, or presents a second main character who is the ldifferent side of the same coin” to the main protagonist. (My favorite example of this is Flint and Max in Black Sails, and I’ve also made the argument that Wilhelm and Sara fit this pattern in Young Royals.) In IwtV, Louis is obviously the main protagonist of the show, especially in the A Plot, which is the stuff taking place in New Orleans/Paris. But I would argue that Daniel is the protagonist of the B Plot set in Dubai. At the very least they’re intentionally set up as mirrors of each other:

They are both unreliable narrators, who are struggling with the way memory contorts (through memory erasure, illness, deliberate obfuscations, and just the passage of time). The most recent teaser trailer, where we hear Louis saying “I don’t remember that”, with panic in his voice, further underlined this similarity between Louis and Daniel to me. I don’t know if it means that Louis has also had his memory tampered with, as I’m assuming Daniel has, but I do think it means that Louis is going to be struggling with feeling out of control of his own narrative more in season 2, a thing that was already starting for Daniel in season 1.

They are also both locked into power struggles with people more powerful than they are. The fact that Louis is under Lestat in the flashbacks and above Daniel in the Dubai scenes in terms of power/status makes it all the more interesting. And, if we want to go ahead and assume that the Devils Minion’s years have happened in the past by the time we get to Dubai— it’s possible that both Daniel and Louis are united in being the less powerful partner in their own respective fucked up gothic romances.

They’re also both the audience’s entry point into their respective stories. Louis’s narration guides us into the world of vampires. Daniel’s questioning satisfies our human curiosity in Dubai.

I think one of the things that makes the show so special is the way that these two protagonists interact. In a lot of shows the a plot and the b plot stay pretty separate. I love talking about Black Sails for this because I think it’s such a good example; Flint and Max never exchange dialogue the entire show, even though they’re so clearly affecting each other the whole time. But the way that Louis and Daniel clash in Dubai is so exciting. We see them both wrestling for control of the narrative. It’s thrilling to watch and it just hammers home the theme of how complicated and changeable stories can be.

I am SO excited to see how the Dubai scenes play out in season 2 because of it. I really can’t wait. I’m really hoping we’ll see Daniel and Louis’s relationship evolve in surprising ways, and I’m holding my breath that we’ll get a lot of Armandaniel material to work with. (I have a whole other post drafted that’s much less smart than this one and is just me waxing poetic about Devil Minion’s theories which I may post at some point. You have been warned.)

I do have two wishes for Daniel in the new season, and they’re 1: that he gets to have romance/sex, because disabled (and older!) characters are so often seen as unworthy of being desired, and I would like to see that challenged and 2: that he continues to refuse to be turned/is not offered a vampiric cure for Parkinson’s. The magic cure for a disability or chronic illness is probably my least favorite disability trope, because it serves to erase disabled characters and representation from the narrative, and I want to see my experiences continue to be reflected in Daniel’s. That means that whatever ending Daniel’s story has will probably have at least a bit of tragedy baked into it, but I’m ok with that.

#interview with the vampire amc #interview with the vampire #iwtv #daniel molloy #armandaniel #devils minion #louis de pointe du lac #armand #my meta #my crip media reviews

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martian-astro · 23 days

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Solar return observations

(the panda in the back is me)

Aries ascendant is a very strong indicator of getting into sports that year, and I don't mean gym, I mean sports. (the year I had this, I started fencing and muay Thai, one of my friend had this in 2022 and she joined a basketball club)

So I have moon in pisces in 1st this year, and sometimes things get really overwhelming and swimming helps a lot. Just trust me on this one, if you have moon in cancer, pisces or scorpio, go for a swim.

I just saw that the year my sister got a dog, she had saturn in 6th house, it shows that you'll have to be responsible for an animal, may adopt a pet, and she had to take the dog on walks so even her health got a lot better.

Mars conjunct or in the same house as Venus Is another placement that I've been seeing in a lot of solar return charts this year. (the house that it's in tells you the area in which you are very passionate and loving, my sister has this in her 10th this year, and she's very focused on her career and is spending a lot of time in making a good portfolio)

Moon in 8th is a really good placement if you wanna pursue a career as a Psychologist, researcher, detective, etc. (if you've been studying it, and are looking for a job then you're more likely to get hired)

Uranus in 2nd is a strong sign of starting to earn money unconventionally, my tarot reader friends all had this placement the year they started doing paid readings and tarot/astrology is not really considered to be a good career, so kind of taboo.

Jupiter in 5th is a good year to invest in the stock market (Jupiter shouldn't be in retrograde), one of my mother's friend had it this year and she gained a lot of money. (Just because you have it doesn't mean you should be irresponsible with your money, be smart)

Sun in 3rd is a good year to participate in clubs and if there's a leadership position open in school, college, or workplace, then sign up for it, and don't hesitate to express your opinions, if you're in college/school, then speak up in class, share your thoughts with your classmates, you won't regret it

Pluto in 8th is a painful placement, one of my very close friend has it this year and.... She's going through it. (She is unable to focus in class, her roommate is unhygienic, her boyfriend stole €600 from her and ran away, her parents asked her for her savings so they could keep it safe, she had €11,000 and they spent it all to send her brother to Canada.... Yeah) if you have this, I'm sorry, just take this 🫂, and DON'T TRUST ANYONE when you have it in your SR

Moon conjunct saturn can be the year when you become more mature, you learn how to control your emotions and deal with your problems like an adult. Many people start a new phase of their life when they have it, like moving out of your house, starting to live alone, earning money, entering the workforce, getting married and other life changing things can happen that year

(all pictures are taken from Pinterest)

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the-moon-devi · 11 months

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RANDOM/UNPOPULAR ASTRO OBSERVATIONS

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warning! These are my observations and unpopular opinions!!

🦋 Mars in gemini how yall like starting multiple projects at once and then stopping because it's boring? This placement may also give a lil bit of ADHD.

🦋 Sun in 12th housers are VERYY VERYYY VERYYY private & mysterious. These people have such a dreamy aura and appearance to them!

🦋 I really haven't seen many people talk about Lilith in the solar return chart but babyyyyy..... watch out for her if she falls into your 1st house cuz omgggg. Lilith will take you for a loop when it comes to how others view you. Constant unwanted commentary on your appearance. Impacts how you feel about yourself definitely could have an effect on your mental health.

Oh yeah and if Lilith falls into ur 1st, channel that dark goddess energy because this is a great time for transformation when it comes to your beauty and how others & yourself view u. People can also definitely obess over you.

🦋 Not only are Mars in 3rd rude but they are also the punctuation police! 🚨 🙁🙄

Aqaurius are very smart but we knew this. This one for my Aqau Moons: (luh yall)

🦋 Yes I'm an Aqaurius moon & yes I have unpopular opinions/ I'm a wierdo. And yes idgaf what you think about my unpopular opinions because in the end...... I'm always right..... 🤷🏽‍♀️

(As I proceed to state an unpopular opinion.....😁)

This may be an unpopular opinion but I speak from own experiences/ intuition when I do astrology so let me know if some of yall resonate with this;

So we know how Venus is exalted in pisces and can show like unconditional love, spiritual love and they tend to be very creative.

I feel like 7th house lord in 12th house / Neptune in 7th house can replicate this. This placement gets a bad rep yes you do attract a lot of narcissistic people and you daydream about your partners and put them on a pedestal. BLAH BLAH BLAHHHH....😫🙄

But whether your spiritual or not this could ultimately lead you to be in a highly spiritual connection with someone and neptune/12th house are like prophecies, future predictions you know......

So when you have this placement if your having dreams or you keep getting signs about a certain person I feel this can lead you to the right person. You just have to really listen and be intuitive to make the right decisions.

This can also make the native to be very creative and imaginative. I could go on and on about this placement but it's truly beautiful and to me resembles venus in pisces. Juno In 12th may also give this.

Is it just me......or do aries men be kinda very mean? I'm a aries and ik i can be mean but it's only when I feel very passionate about something & i dont like to potray that energy to others outwardly but aries men can kinda be very mean at any time ....🥺😣 I luh my aries tho....yall men just be a Lil mean.

Venus in scorpio may get hurt in love alot or have alot of sexual partners. obsessive partners as well

I feel like 1st house lord in 7th can represent beauty as well since 7th house is libra ruled by venus ♀ . This can give the native balanced features

~ These natives also tend to attract a lot partners to them. It could be a case where you don't want a relationship but they just come to you

I watch a video on YouTube from Novi Brown's channel this girl said it's best to get things done during your Saturn sign szn because saturn restricts things & it's hard for you to see & understand lessons. I believe it to be trueeee!!

Ex: my saturn is in cancer

(This may be a little biased since I'm a cancer rising but it worked for me)

In 2020 in cancer szn I Started losing weight and working out/ dieting. (This changed my life)

In 2021 in cancer szn I started looking for a job because I was sick of being home all the time (Isolation my saturn is in the 12th)🙄

In 2022 in cancer szn that same Job I got in 2021 I was promoted to be a manager. These gave me new experiences and helped me get ahead in a way. It was my first job and I was promoted in under a year!

🦋 4th house placements and their privacy

🦋 Saturn ruled signs can be very tone deaf 😭😫

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Alright thats all! Thank u 4 reading & ik it was short just wanted to get this out of the drafts! I hope you guys enjoyed! catch ya later lovelies! Til' next time!

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angsthology · 5 months

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RE-INTRODUCTION

changed my mind about a few things. added more things. things.

a/n what the "summary" says

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

okay hey hello

remember when i said roo’s team isnt specified?

yeah, well

i lied

in 2022, she replaced kimi in alfa romeo

(he requested for her personally after accidentally watching an f2 race but u didnt hear that from me)

in her rookie season she excelled too close to the sun

by the end of the year she was the most desirable driver for majority of the teams

one stood out tho

they came to her personally with an offer that was hard to refuse

“nooooo... youre actually lying...”

a whole ass team. brand new. fresh from the oven.

just. for. her.

they had been contemplating their entrance to formula one

but when they saw her, they couldnt resist

gotta be honest, that shit boosted her ego for the next couple years of her life.

she had a lot of power in multiple decisions when she joined which she liked

(definitely didnt abuse that)

one of them being the choosing of her partner

of course, she had a couple of people in mind that she knew deserved the opportunity

but one person that stood out to her. the person who... probably needs this most

and the one who deserved it most too

she chose mick schumacher

so by the time the new season comes along

she and mick became the new faces of the porsche formula one team

(i will now have so much fun exploring their dynamic)

their team colors being stone black (honestly almost like just the darkest shade of gray, like, really really dark shade) and gold, some hints of silver here and there

her fireproofs displaying the biggest huda beauty logo (solely to piss off the older men watching formula one)

never wears work merch due to having self respect

the only form of promotion she wears is her baseball cap. black crown with a silver visor, her number and "logo" embroidered on it

her logo being a hang loose sign in diguise

hiding on the bottom visor was a cartoon kangaroo head winking — as a reference to her nickname courtesy of daniel

kinda not feelinb like designing more shit but im doin it anyway

her helmet design, the one she uses most

is a stack of grafitti art style of writings mashing with each other. all being the songs and lyrics of the song's by her band

(despite some sneaks, one of them being "armando christian pérez" in neon green)

its very colorful, a splash of neon everywhere

what stood out was the sticker of pitbull her friend had given her that she had decided to put on the back of her helmet.

in terms of racing, she didnt rlly grow up with anyone specific but there are a couple of drivers she had bump into throughout her young career

the longest standing one was probably lando and sometimes oscar and logan due to her being born in that year in the middle

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoison @vellicoranorca @bborra hiiiiiiiii i promise im trying to write something hehe. also there are some here tha couldnt be tagged </3 (crossed out)

#sorry not sorry #porsches are sexy #tine’s roo vs the world #f1 x reader #formula one x reader

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afeelgoodblog · 2 years

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The Best News of Last Week - June 20, 2022

🏳️‍🌈 — Happy Pride Month! Let’s start this week with some great news coming from Tokyo.

1. Tokyo Passes Law to Recognize Same-Sex Partnerships

The Tokyo metropolitan government on Wednesday adopted legislation recognizing same-sex partnerships, which will extend some rights that apply to married heterosexual couples.

It also reflects changing attitudes toward the LGBT community. A poll by the Asahi newspaper last year found that 65 percent of voters nationwide supported same-sex marriage, up from 41 percent in 2015.

Japan is the only country in the G7 largest economies not to recognize same-sex marriages.

2. Extinct ‘fantastic giant tortoise’ found alive on the Galápagos Islands

Believed to be extinct for more than a century, a rare species of giant tortoise is in fact still alive.

Scientists assumed that the chelonoidis phantasticus had died out more than a century ago. The only known specimen was discovered in 1906. But in 2019, Princeton researchers discovered a lone female tortoise on the island that hinted that the species might live on. Last week, they finally proved that the two specimens are related.

3. Groundbreaking treatment for HIV/AIDS developed by research team ‘with just a single vaccine dose’

People with AIDS might soon have the option to be treated with just a single vaccine dose, according to a new study from Tel Aviv University that shows the potential impact of a new and unique AIDS/HIV treatment. The peer-reviewed study was led by Dr. Adi Barzel and PhD student Alessio Nehmad.

The goal of the research team was to genetically engineer type B white blood cells inside the body of a person with AIDS. Once modified, the blood cells would be able to secrete neutralizing antibodies against the HIV virus responsible for AIDS, eradicating it from the patient’s body.

4. Rare sun bears rescued from animal traffickers get health checkup

Heartwarming footage shows how two rare bears that were poached as cubs by animal traffickers were given a thorough health checkup.

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“Sun Bears Bopha and Jamran are former victims of the illegal wildlife trade, but found their forever homes at Perth Zoo after being rescued by Free the Bears.”

5. The New York Public Library is giving away 500,000 books for free for keeps

The library is giving away 500,000 books for free to kids, teens and families at all of its branch locations in an effort to help folks build their at-home libraries “and strength the city’s ecosystem of learning,”

All you really have to do to get your hands on some copies is to show up at your neighborhood library and use your card — or sign up for one.

6. Alaska Airlines flight attendant proposes to pilot girlfriend on Pride-themed plane

Veronica Rojas, a flight attendant for Alaska Airlines, surprised her girlfriend with an unforgettable wedding proposal on a flight to Los Angeles. During the flight, Rojas got down on one knee and in true flight attendant-fashion, used the PA system to propose to Moncayo.

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7. Disabled teen completes 84-mile trek of Hadrian’s Wall in wheelchair

Plucky youngster Brynn Hauxwell, 17, who has autism, ADHD, severe asthma, and fixed ankle contractures, took on the historic trail on the border between England and Scotland as part of a charity challenge.

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The arduous journey saw Brynn and his team traveling around eight to nine miles a day and at times going as slow as one mile an hour. The resilient teen has raised over $13,000 for Ability Shetland, a charity that supports disabled people to unlock their full potential in all areas of life, and which also provided the mountain trike for the expedition.

. . .

That's it for this week. Until next week, You can follow me on twitter. Also, I have a newsletter :)

Subscribe here to receive a collection of wholesome news every week in your inbox :D

#best news of last week #pride month #galapagos

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matthewtkachuk · 8 months

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one day all my love will come back to me

Spending a mid-degree gap year in the guest bedroom of your best friend who you’ve been in love with for ages seems to be a recipe for disaster until a hook up with a player from a visiting team threatens to change your future forever

pairing: nathan mackinnon x reader; brayden point x reader

warnings: creative liberties taken with the 2021-2022 regular season schedule and the availability/contributions of Brayden Point during the 2022 playoffs, typical angst associated with a love triangle with a hint of unrequited love, sexual themes (not quite smut but more than implied) and the usual (alcohol, swearing, etc.)

word count: 10.9k

a/n: surprise @senditcolton i'm your summer exchange fic writer! i'm so so so sooooo sorry this is late, @wyattjohnston and i were having a hot girl european summer and it's not an excuse but a bit of an explanation. when i saw you had written brayden point twice in your players list, i knew it was time to dust off this fic idea i had last year and do her proper justice. i hope you like it!!! shout out to demi for the many "replace c with C" suggestions on google docs and @thomasschabot for the other suggestions. ok i'll shut up now, enjoy!!

The Avs are up by one with thirty seconds to go and you’re pretty sure you’re going to puke. It’s a good thing everyone is far too focused on the action going on at ice level to question why your gaze keeps bouncing between the good guys and a certain forward on the other team. It’s such a strange feeling—you want with your entire being for your boys to hoist the Cup, but there’s a small part of you that never wants to see the boy on the other team you care for so deeply, so upset. He was right, you both crossed the line past hooking up a long time ago.

“You look hot.”

In any other circumstance, those words from Nate would have your heart going into overdrive. As it stands, your heart is already pumping at a rate you fear is not healthy while you lie on a trampoline with your niece’s sprinkler set up beneath it. For every bitter complaint you’ve ever had about a Canadian winter, the opposing heat waves might just be slightly worse.

“A/C’s broken,” you say like that explains everything.

Nate hums in response like maybe it does before pulling himself up beside you.

Somehow the air around you feels even hotter, precipitation building at your hairline. You fuss for a minute, wiping away the sweat before dramatically slapping your hands down on the trampoline in protest.

Nate ignores you, choosing to instead cheerfully proclaim “This is nice!”

“What do you want?” you ask in response. There are layers to your grumpiness, but for now you can pretend it’s all related to the unbearable heat.

“Can’t a guy visit his best friend?”

You can feel his eyes on you, but you keep yours closed. “Not when it's 34 degrees out and humid as hell and he has to leave his air conditioned mansion to do so.”

“I saw your story and I was coming to invite you to my air conditioned mansion.”

“Is Sidney home?” Your tone is so much more nonchalant than you feel. It doesn’t matter that the aforementioned man went from Nate’s childhood hero to mentor to near-brother; it will never not be weird to have but one degree of separation from the man who’s name is on your town’s welcome sign.

Nate laughs like he can read your mind, but you still don’t glance over at him. You don’t need to, not really. The image of him beside you comes all too easily to your inner mind. His hair’s got a wave from the humidity, his nose tinged red from the hot sun, and his chest golden and chiseled and harlequin romance novel cover-esque—

“You know one day you’re going to have to get used to being around guys who made it to the show. Hell, I'm a guy who made it to the show.”

Finally you turn to look at him and he’s somehow even more beautiful than you’d just imagined. “That’s different Nate. You’re….you.”

He smiles at you and it’s brighter than the damn sun causing you so many problems today. “And Sid’s just Sid. And the guys in Denver are just the guys in Denver.”

His words have your nose scrunching and you promptly go back to laying flat on your back. “Don’t remind me.” There’s silence for a beat or two and then you continue, “Speaking of, are you sure it’s still okay—“

Nate doesn’t let you finish this time. “Yes, I’m sure it’s okay for you to hang around my apartment in Denver while you take a year off from school to figure out what you want to do.”

“Thanks Nate,” you reply and he hums in response. Abruptly you sit up, sliding a little from the slick trampoline surface. “Your A/C offer still standing too?”

He grins this time and you’re damn near blinded. “For you? Always.”

Sidney—Sid waves at you both from his kitchen when you pull up to Nate’s but that’s as far as it goes. Nate makes a joke about banana bread that you don’t quite get, mood souring considerably when you wonder aloud if he thinks Sidney will bring some over.

It’s all forgotten when the cold air hits you as you enter the lake house.

The summer passes by quickly without too much incident—just the nagging of your mother about your future and your own tiptoeing around the feelings you have for your friend.

On one of your and Nate’s last nights before leaving for Denver, your niece pulls him aside and sternly instructs him to bring home the Cup for her.

He laughs, but there’s something in his eye that says he means it when he says he will. That intensity doesn’t waiver, even as his gaze slides toward you. It has you thinking about a future by his side, celebrating those moments with him in a way so much greater than you do now.

The thought doesn’t leave you as you kiss your family goodbye, trying desperately to not let any tears shed at the thought of no longer being a small distance away. Nate’s constant near proximity and the promise of more of it takes away the sting a little, but you fall into your sister’s embrace that little bit more all the same.

Even as you do a final check of your things—two large suitcases, a carry-on and a backpack to house everything you’ll need for the next year—you think about it, of what it would be like to do this every year. What it would be like to pack with the intention of unpacking your things beside Nate’s in his closet. It’s silly, but sometimes you still feel like you’re fifteen years old, realizing you’re in love with your best friend as he goes away to the same hockey school as his idol.

Two flights full of self doubt and Nate sleeping on your shoulder later you’re convinced spending your impromptu gap year at his place is a bad idea. But then he’s smiling and ‘welcome home’-ing you and you step through the door.

Unemployment and a mid-twenties life crisis isn’t so bad from the guest bedroom of a lavish semi-detached in the suburbs of Denver. The bed’s softer than the one in your childhood bedroom. Bigger too. And the closet leading into the attached en-suite has no business being the size it is.

There are downsides of course. You are still unemployed and in the middle of a life crisis. Nathan is woefully unaware of your feelings and likely to never reciprocate. His teammates look at you like they know, though. And there’s the whole banning of any food that brings any modicum of enjoyment that you’re not entirely sure is serious or not.

The teammates that come around are kind to you when you’re around them enough to let them be. A small part of it is the intimidation of them being professional hockey players but they’re good guys and you’ve met many of them before. Really, it’s something more akin to the inherent uncomfortability of your predicament. It’s Nate’s house and you’re free-loading.

Of course he would argue differently if you voiced your thoughts and hang ups but that’s precisely why you don’t.

Nate may have never caught onto your feelings for him, but he’s not an oblivious person. That’s probably how you end up in the family box, being personally invited to brunch with the Better Halves by the best-half-in-charge herself, Mel Landeskog.

You find yourself nodding despite the anxiety of the possibility of making new friends, certain it’s less of an invitation and more of a demand.

She tells you as much, pressing a mimosa into your hand when you arrive at a cute restaurant and a table full of beautiful, predominantly blonde women. If Nate’s teammates were intimidating on a personal level, their wives and girlfriends are a whole other level. Never in your life have you been so surrounded by a group of women so put together—every outfit perfectly on point, every head of hair treated to an expensive blowout, every foundation shade perfectly matched or worse, no makeup needed.

It has you self-conscious, despite having spent ages picking out something to wear and trying to tame your hair into something presentable. The mimosa helps, and so do the compliments from Ashley Kadri. Little by little you open up, and by the end of brunch you have a killer buzz and a dozen new instagram followers and numbers in your phone.

When Nate picks you up, the bubbles have gone to your head. You spend the entire ride back to his place with the back of your head pressed to the passenger side window so that you can grin stupidly at his side profile.

“The girls are great,” you tell him with a silly giggle. His returning smile reeks of satisfaction of a job well done, but you don’t focus on it. “We’re gonna get dinner this week too!”

Although Mel takes you under her wing, it’s Heidy, Cale’s girlfriend who you instantly click with.

She’s every bit as beautiful and kind as the rest of them, but you connect with her on a different level. It’s almost like you’ve known her as long as you’ve known Nate. She shares your love of Taylor Swift and gets your jokes and is more than happy to let you bounce future career plans off her.

You can tell the girls have questions about your relationship with Nate, and truthfully they can get in line behind you. Sometimes, when you’re not careful, it almost feels like you’re not alone in how you feel. Sometimes it feels like you’re high school sweethearts, playing house on the precipice of a greater future.

Nate doesn’t help it himself though. It’s you he calls on long road trips, you he pulls into a giant hug outside the locker room before driving you both home after a game. You who is invited to WAG functions as a connection to him—both informally in a social context and more formally and broadly. Things like charity toy drives and the family box at games. A part of you fears the possibility of playoffs—especially with odds so clearly in the Avs favor—and what it would mean to be so publicly claimed as Nate’s while privately remaining the way you always have been.

It’s Heidy who you confide in. She’s always there to offer her ear, her shoulder, her opinion. And, although she encourages you to share your feelings, she also knows when to back off and let you do it when and if you’re ready.

You don’t think you’ll ever be ready.

With Christmas comes the Better Halves Christmas Tree Auction. It’s Mel’s favorite charity event of the season, she tells you gleefully.

“Every event is her favorite,” Suzanna says behind her back later.

Designated Favorite Human of the Avalanche Children is usually your favorite title, but it means you have one kid hanging off of you when the girls drop the bomb on you.

“So what are you thinking for your WAG tree?”

It’s an innocent enough question, especially when you think it’s aimed at one of the aforementioned WAGs in the family box. Only when there is no response do you look up and realize it’s meant for you instead.

“Sorry, what?”

“Your…Tree,” someone says slowly and you shake your head.

Your tone and words are almost as flustered as you are. “No I heard you. I’m just—What do you—Why are you asking me?”

“Well, Nate said…”

It all comes clear. Yet again, you’re expected to play the part. At great personal cost, mind you. It’s a mindfuck and a half, having to do all the things that you do for a man you love when it doesn’t mean anything.

Your thoughts are invaded with a tempestuous mixture of Nate and your relationship or lack thereof and yet another public acknowledgement.

Truly, you wonder if the others in the box pity you or laugh behind your back.

“C’mon,” Heidy says later, when the final buzzer sounds, cementing another win. “I’ll drive you home.”

“Nate’s,” you correct weakly.

She nods and repeats his name, grabbing your arm and leading you away.

You’re stewing in silence when Nate comes home.

“You okay?” he questions upon finding you in the living room, lit up only by the light filtering in through the large bay window.

The twitch of your eye is the only indication you’ve heard and recognized his words for a long moment. You can practically hear the gears whirring in his head, can feel the moment he’s about to speak again.

Not wanting to give him the opportunity, you ask, “Why?” His brows furrow and his head tits and so you continue. “Why did you say I would do your Better Half tree?”

“It’s for charity…You love charity work.” Nate visibly relaxes and you understand why. He’s not wrong, engaging in charity work has been a big part of why you’re not wallowing in self pity, but this isn’t just simple ‘charity work’ and you tell him as much.

“I love toy drives and helping at the soup kitchen and adoption events at the ASPCA. This is different, this is your WAG tree. It means something. It’s in your name, like I’m—I’m—“ you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“Everything you mentioned you do in my name.” He doesn’t seem to get it, frustrating you further.

“It’s not the same, Nate! All those other things I do as part of the larger group. It’s all facilitated by your team and your teammates ‘Better Halves.’ Their wives and girlfriends. They’ve all made me feel welcome, but I'm not one of them. This implies that I am one of them, but I’m not your girlfriend and certainly not your wife.”

“You basically are.” The phrase has your heart jumping into your throat. Of every daydream or fantasy you’ve ever allowed yourself to slip into, you never dreamed this would be how it all went down—“Without actually being my wife or girlfriend.”

“Right.” Your voice is short and clipped, masking the hurt quickly overtaking you. You won’t cry—you’re stronger than that. So strong in fact, that you lay down a firm boundary. “I won’t do it. Get Sidney to do it or something.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, pausing and then asking, “We’re good, right?”

“Yep.” You feign nonchalance and then wish him a good night.

The pillow holds all your tears and secrets.

The incident sticks with you, despite your many attempts to shake it off. Even Heidy can’t help. She tries anyway.

You’re not his.

But you are. You’re his and you have been for years now. Since he was leaving for school. Maybe even many years before that. Regardless of the true beginning, it doesn’t quite matter. What really matters is this: you’re not sure it will ever have an ending, but you’re almost certain if it does, it won’t be the one you want.

You’re his but he’s not yours.

Part of him is, sure, but you share that part with the other residents of Cole Harbour. The other part with the team and his teammates and their families, with the fans and the haters alike. The part you so desperately want to be yours has belonged to many a woman, but never to you.

It was a lot easier to live in the space between his childhood best friend and everything more when you were separated the majority of the year. A summer chock full of other things to do and focus your attention on to keep the longing at bay and enough distance for the rest of the year to forget how it feels to have him near without really having him.

One of Heidy’s distraction schemes involves hitting up downtown Denver a few nights later.

“But it’s Thursday,” you say when she shows up at Nate’s dressed up like she’s ready to hit the bar.

“I have tomorrow off and you don’t have a job, so,” she replies.

You frown, “Ouch.” She throws a look your way as if to not take it so personally and continues perusing your closet. “I’m not really feeling up to going out tonight.”

“Too damn bad,” she replies. “You can’t just sit here and wallow for the rest of your life.”

“Watch me,” you retort but start to get up anyway.

She smirks and tosses some clothes at you. “Get dressed and do something with your hair. I’ll do your makeup.”

“Where are you guys going all dressed up?” Nate questions when he spots the two of you in the foyer.

“Out.” Heidy is curt, a consequence of her not only being a good friend to you, but also her own awareness of his behavior.

His brows knit together but he soldiers on, “Do you want company?”

“Nope!” She’s much more cheerful now that she’s handed you your coat and bundled herself up. “Don’t wait up!”

Heidy drags you out to Cale’s car, where the man himself sits waiting. You instantly feel bad—between your protesting and actual time spent getting ready, he’d been sitting a while.

“Have you been here the whole time?” you ask as you get in the backseat. He shrugs with a rosy smile as Heidy pushes you in further and takes a seat beside you. After pressing a quick kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek over the center console, of course.

Cale doesn’t stick around after dropping you both off—a wave, a ‘be safe’, and ‘call me when you’re ready to go home’ and he’s gone.

You’re terrible company admittedly, mouth set in a deep frown that doesn’t crack even as you sip your drink. Heidy does most of the talking at first, blabbing away about everything and nothing. Until she sighs, slaps her hand down on the bar top and says, “You need to deal with this. Either you need to resolve things with Nate or you need to get over it, distract yourself with something or someone else.”

You nearly choke on the last of your drink. “Gee, Heidy, could you be any more subtle?”

“I’m worried about you.” She’s so earnest it tugs at your heart.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try. Really.”

She smiles, relaxing into the seat at the bar top.

Just then, the bartender sets another drink in front of you.

“I didn’t order another,” you state politely, attempting to hand back the drink.

The bartender shakes his head, motioning to the table in the corner as he speaks. “From someone at that table.”

It’s a group of athletic men, but only one is looking your way. He’s all intense eyes framed by intense eyebrows, but the look on his face doesn’t match the intensity. It’s…intriguing to say the least. Soft but confident, and definitely interested.

It’s not until one of the other men at the table elbows him that you realize they’re the team playing the Avs tomorrow night.

Quickly you spin back around and whisper to your friend, “Someone from the Tampa Bay Lightning just bought me a drink.”

Her eyes widen and she herself turns around quickly to get a glimpse of your admirer across the bar. You grab at her arm and bring her back to face the bar top.

“Heidy!” you hiss.

“Sorry!” she replies, “What are you going to do?”

You think about it for a second before throwing caution to the wind. Putting on your flirtiest smile, you turn around a lot more gracefully this time. Raising the gifted drink, you tilt it in a ‘Cheers’ motion before wrapping your lips around the straw for a sip. He responds with an identical gesture, although with an amber colored beer bottle instead.

Satisfied, you resume your earlier position while Heidy speaks.

“When I said you needed a distraction that is not what I meant!”

You roll your eyes. “It’s a drink, not a marriage proposal. Relax.”

She does, until you pull her out to the dance floor with eyes only for the man across the bar. Lucky for you—and less lucky for Heidy’s resting heart rate and blood pressure—he’s got eyes for you, too.

It only takes half a song for him to approach and introduce himself. “I’m Brayden.”

You smile and reciprocate, waiting a beat for Heidy to speak too, but she just tilts her nose up. An elbow to her side doesn’t get her speaking and so you introduce her, too.

One of Brayden’s eyebrows raise and you find yourself momentarily mesmerized by the action before quickly explaining, “Big Avalanche fans.”

He nods slowly once, then shrugs. “Maybe I can change that.”

“Doubtful,” she says under her breath, but if you heard it, you imagine Brayden did too.

She doesn’t thaw any, even as the song changes. Nor does she get the hint to take herself elsewhere and so you rather pointedly ask if she can go get you both another round.

Heidy isn’t even able to get out whatever she was ready to grumble before Brayden is offering, pausing to ask what Heidy is drinking. She begrudgingly tells him and he disappears.

“Seriously? You could have any guy here and that’s who you go for?” she asks.

You shrug, “He’s the one I want.”

She softens at your earnest tone. “Okay.”

“Call Cale,” you tell her. “Go curl up on the couch and watch TV together or whatever you would have done if you weren’t worrying about me.”

“I don’t know…”

“Go. I’ll be fine. And I’ll text you if I need you,” you confirm.

She sighs. “I’m waiting for my drink first.”

You laugh and pull her into a side hug. “Love you.”

True to her word, she finishes the drink Brayden brings her—even managing a ‘thank you!’—before slipping off into the crowd and, you imagine, into her boyfriend’s car.

Brayden looks a little concerned at her rapid exit. “Did I do something to make her leave?”

“Besides playing for the wrong team? Nah.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but the concern fades when you wrap your arms around his neck.

It’s all but gone when you press your lips to his.

You dance for another few songs and another drink before your inhibitions are just low enough to drag him in the direction of the bathrooms.

The men’s is empty when you enter, and so you flip the lock on the door and press yourself against him.

He reciprocates, crowding you against the door with his mouth hot on yours.

Your whole body lights up at his touch, coming alive beneath his fingertips. There are no thoughts of Nate or the predicament you’ve found yourself in, just Brayden.

His hands are curved around your jaw, and your leg is wrapped around his waist when he pulls away. “Wait...wait.”

“You don’t want…?” You’re not drunk, just a little bit more sensitive to rejection than you usually would be.

“No that’s—That’s not it at all. I want you, like, really want you.” He kisses you, and as good as his touch feels, being wanted feels that extra bit more. “Not like this. Not here.”

Truthfully, you’ve never been the kind of girl who lets someone hit and quit in a bar bathroom before. Or anywhere really. A part of you that you thought was long buried stirs inside of you and you realize for the first time in a long time you’re feeling something for a man who isn’t your best friend.

Your best friend. Shit. “I have a kind of odd living situation right now, my place isn’t an option.”

“Your parents?”

You bark out a laugh that he immediately covers with his mouth. “No, they’re back in Canada.”

“Your husband? Your boyfriend?” He’s joking, but you can’t help but get the sense there’s an ounce of worry that he’s right. It’s such an inconceivable notion that Nate could ever be either to you that you laugh again.

“No, I just live with a friend who probably won’t be understanding about a strange man in their house.”

Brayden visibly relaxes, pauses, and then says, “I have a hotel room…you’ll have to be quiet though.”

“I can be quiet,” you reply, barely hiding your smirk.

You try your best, really give it your best effort, but no one has ever touched you like he does.

Nate doesn’t cross your mind once.

You sneak out early in the morning, determined to not have a semi-public walk of shame in front of an entire hockey team. It’s almost a success until you run into his captain in the lobby. Feeling your face grow hot, you give him a little nod and escape to the waiting Uber. You can only hope he doesn’t get too much shit, telling him as much using the newest number in your phone.

You’re not nearly as lucky, facing the firing squad that is Nate as you slip into the entryway. It shouldn’t be a surprise to see your best friend awaiting your arrival, if the several messages that popped up when you’d finally opened your phone to send the aforementioned text to Brayden were any indication.

“Where have you been?” he asks and you have to keep from rolling your eyes.

“Out,” you say, calling back to Heidy’s response last night but he doesn’t accept it as easily coming from you.

“All night?” he continues the interrogation.

“I crashed at Heidy’s last night, what’s with the fifth degree, Dad?”

He looks like he was waiting for this moment as he replies, “No you didn’t, I talked to Cale.”

This time you do roll your eyes. “It’s none of your business, Nate.”

“It is my business if you’re under my roof,” he says, doing his best impression of your father for real this time.

You know it’s not his intention, but your stomach drops all the same. The old feeling of guilt and shame and failure floods your veins, and you can tell he notices.

“I’m sorry,” he offers, “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just worried and you didn’t answer my messages.”

“I know,” you say but the words taste bitter in your mouth. “I’m going to go get some more sleep. See you later.”

He repeats the words back at you, but you’re more focused on the buzzing phone in your pocket.

Safe in Nate’s guest bedroom, you slip into something more comfortable, get beneath the covers and open your messages.

Bar Guy 💙🤍: Got fined

Bar Guy 💙🤍: Probably going to get chirped for a month

Bar Guy 💙🤍: Worth it though

You: I would tell you I’m sorry but I’m not

Bar Guy 💙🤍: Me either

If you thought that was the beginning and the end of Brayden you would be sorely mistaken.

Long distance flirting becomes a long distance hook up becomes him flying you out to see him. Any time you protested the latter, you’d find a non-refundable ticket in your email and a ‘please’ in your text messages.

Fall fades into Winter and Bar Guy 💙🤍 turns to Brayden turns to B 💙. As your feelings for him grow, you find thoughts of Nate as anything other than someone-you-grew-up-with fade.

You come clean about the ‘friend you live with’ being Nathan MacKinnon before the first time you fly down to see him, worried that your lie by omission might be a dealbreaker. Brayden only laughs, he figured Heidy’s hostility was more than just motivated by more than sports team loyalty.

The thing about Brayden is he never makes you feel bad about Nate. He is understanding and gracious, never demanding, never unreasonable. A small part of you sometimes thinks about how if the roles were reversed, you don’t think Nate would be quite the same.

Initially unsupportive and apprehensive, Heidy comes around, although her persistence turns from telling Nate how you feel to telling Nate about Brayden. You don’t do either, and she keeps your secrets.

Nate being selected for the All Star Game in Vegas while Brayden isn’t brings a unique opportunity for a week straight in hot, sunny Florida. The chill of Denver isn’t quite as biting as back home, but you’re excited to escape it all the same.

He doesn’t ask you to join him in Vegas, but you do wonder if he thought he didn’t need to.

It doesn’t matter either way, when an errant high stick in overtime breaks his nose and dashes his All Star dreams.

Your first thought upon seeing him bloody and disoriented on the ice is that there is no way you can go to Florida.

It probably looks much worse than it is, the girls try to reassure you in the box, but you’re not convinced.

Nate’s reassurances later don’t do much either. Not with his face puffy and bruised and some dried blood on his chin.

It’s not until he assures you that his mom and sister will be coming down to Denver since they had the time off anyway that you decide for sure you will go.

The day you leave for the airport, his pathetic form on the couch is almost enough to have you last minute cancelling on Brayden.

Nate all but demands you don’t miss out on his account, asking that you ‘be safe’ and ‘have fun’.

In return you hit him with a ‘thanks Dad’ and ‘take it easy’ despite knowing just by virtue of who he is as a person he will be doing the exact opposite.

Thoughts of Nate, broken and bruised, haunt you the entire journey. They don’t fade until you’re in Brayden’s arms. Even then, it’s a dull ache that you do your best to ignore.

Evidently you don’t do a very good job of hiding it, or maybe Brayden just knows you better than you think, because he catches on before you’ve even reached his place.

“You okay?” he asks, gently squeezing your knee where his hand rests.

Turning to look at his side profile, so earnest and sweet, you don’t even think of lying.

“I’m worried about Nate.”

“I get that,” he says and you wonder if he truly does. “I’m glad you’re here with me though.”

Smiling at him, you are too, and so you try to push down the guilt and focus your attention on the man you’re with.

You check on Nate periodically throughout the week, never getting much more than a thumbs up emoji, but at least you know he’s alive.

Brayden wines and dines and, well, you know the rest of the rhyme.

By the time the week is up, you don’t want to leave. It’s strange how meeting one person can change things so drastically. Before Brayden, you would never have dreamed of spending a week with another man when Nate was injured and possibly may have needed you.

It also puts things into perspective for you.

Really emphasizes how much additional emotional labor you put in—and were expected to—in your relationship with Nate. The lines and boundaries had long since blurred, and it took dedicating your time and energy to another man to see it.

If Nate notices the way you pull back even further when you return, he doesn’t say anything about it.

Falling for Brayden is easy. It’s a gentle float down to the ground, landing among a field of flowers to catch your fall. A stark contrast to the free fall of being pushed from an airplane at 10,000 feet by Nate.

Where Nate’s sharp edges have cut you time and time and time again, Brayden’s curves wrap around you and hold you tight.

When you’re not physically with him, you’re texting and calling, and when you’re not doing that you’re thinking about him.

Neither of you make any move to define the relationship further, but it doesn’t sting like the years of being strung along by Nate did. It’s probably because while no words have been exchanged to that effect, Brayden lets you feel how much he cares for you.

You’re nearly found out late in the regular season.

Something about Tampa has started to feel familiar and safe—you try not to think about exactly why that is—and so, despite the knowledge that the boys are in town, too, you’re not as careful as you should be.

There’s an ice cream spot near Brayden’s that you’ve taken to frequenting. As a consequence, it’s also near the arena.

Because it’s so close, you decide to walk there, teasing him the whole way about how one ice cream cone won’t derail his nutrition plan. He’s arguing back, but you know it’s in vain because his sweet tooth and the lilt of your voice will win in the end.

Your hands naturally brush as a result of your close proximity and you take the opportunity to link your pinkies. He smiles softly and you walk in silence for a minute until he breaks it.

“You really won’t let me give you my jersey?” It’s a question that has come up before, but every time it does you wonder if it’s a little bit more serious of an ask than the last.

“I’d rather die. Maybe if you were a better hockey player,” you tease, jumping back to avoid his grasp.

He gasps playfully, thick eyebrows raising with his wide eyes. “Take that back right now.” He takes a step closer to you but you dodge his advances, sliding to the other side of the bench.

“Sorry baby, you know I bleed blue and maroon. Wouldn’t be caught dead in traitor blue.” Not to mention you’d never ever hear the end of it from the boys if someone saw you in it.

He fakes left and you fall for it, giggling madly as he wraps you up in his arms and scrapes his beard against your cheek. “What about just for me?” he asks, kissing your neck once and then nipping at it with his teeth before pulling back to look into your eyes. “In my bed with nothing else on?”

It’s like the already beautiful temperature rises even higher when he presses his mouth to yours. You give in quickly, pressing onto the tips of your toes to get even closer. It turns dirty quickly, his tongue in your mouth and his fingers buried deep in your hair.

And then a familiar voice calls your name.

You pull from Brayden like you’ve been burnt, a look of pure panic crossing your face as you realize you know the body attached to the voice.

It’s JT and he looks like been standing there long enough to figure out what’s going on.

“JT—“ you start to explain, but pause. There is no easy, simple explanation. There are months and months, hell years and years, of backstory and layers to even get to this point.

“I thought—“ He appears to change his mind, stopping his thought mid sentence and switching to a question. “What’s going on here?”

“Brayden and I are, well, we’re.” It’s a struggle to explain what you are to one of Nate’s teammates when you haven’t had this conversation in full with the man beside you. Finally, you land on “We’re together.”

You don’t look over at Brayden to see his reaction.

“How long?” is the natural follow up.

It’s another tough question, but you decide to go with the first time you met and slept together. “Before Christmas.”

“Does Nate know?” he asks. The wild look in your eyes must give you away because he signs and says your name. “You have to tell him.”

You get that, really you do. But at the same time it’s your business what you do and who you do it with, not Nate’s. At the same time, you know it would be a really shit thing for him to find out through someone who isn’t you.

Beyond that, you’re pretty sure right before playoffs isn’t the right time to have that conversation and you tell JT as much. “I know, I will. After the season I’ll tell everyone.”

JT looks less than convinced.

“You know Nate, it wouldn’t do anyone any good while the season is still going on. Please, you can’t tell him.”

JT might be as aware as you are of who Nate is as a person, and he’s certainly more aware of who Nate is as a hockey player and so he agrees despite his clear hesitance. “Promise me, after the season.”

“I promise.”

When he’s gone, Brayden finally speaks up. “You want to go public with us?”

You worry you’ve said the wrong thing, starting to babble about how you’re sorry the conversation didn’t occur privately first, and how you don’t need to go public if it’s not something he wants to do when he silences you with a kiss.

“I want to tell everyone,” he says earnestly and you kiss him again.

JT thankfully keeps his word.

Nate doesn’t watch any other team in the playoffs.

It makes trying to catch Brayden’s games tough, sneaking out to sports bars, watching games on your phone in Nate’s guest room, even flying out to watch a couple home games during the run.

The only supportive merch you sport is a necklace with his number, and on occasion a little blue and white lacy number under your clothes. You’re not offered a WAG jacket—whether that’s due to Brayden knowing well enough you don’t want to be that public or because your reaction to the style of jacket itself was less than positive.

In the back of your mind you recognize there’s a chance it could come down to the teams of the boys you care for most; one Eastern Conference, one Western Conference.

Selfishly, when the first round between the Bolts and the Leafs goes to seven, part of you hopes for it to end right there. Most of you is glad they push through.

On Colorado’s side of the playoff bracket, they absolutely rip through everyone who stands in their way.

You are offered a jacket with Nate’s name and number in glitter, but you turn it down in favor of a lucky baseball cap, though you do accept an unpersonalized crop from Madison.

Some of the girls decide to travel for the away games. You have to turn them down because there are already tickets with your name on them to see Brayden. There’s no way you can—or would—miss any Avs home games, and so instead you end up being one of a handful of supporters in the likes of Toronto, Miami and New York.

It’s a difficult balancing act as the playoffs progress in both teams’ favor.

And then your worst nightmare comes true. The quest for the Cup comes down to your… whatever Brayden is to you and to Nate and the team you’ve supported since he was drafted and all the other people who have come to feel like family.

Whispering to Brayden in the dark of night before the Finals begin, you tell him, “You know I support you, but…”

“It’s okay,” he whispers back, even though he has no reason to match your tone all alone in his home in Tampa. “I get it. As long as you still like me, you can like them a little bit more.”

You giggle, “It’s got nothing to do with liking you, you dolt.”

“Bolt,” he corrects, and even though you can’t see him you know he’s smiling.

“Oh my God, shut up.” You don’t mean it literally but he’s quiet for a second too long. “No matter what happens I’m proud of you.”

For two people who have never properly defined nor publicized their relationship, it might be too heavy of a moment, but his quiet thank you is laced with emotion.

“Go to bed,” you say after another few beats of silence. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The first two games are in Colorado, and the boys take both at home.

“Ain’t over til it’s over,” is both of your boys’ philosophy after the first two.

Nate is positively buzzing, especially after so decisively winning the second, but still cautious—very aware of how quickly a 2-0 lead can turn into the end of the line and empty hands.

Brayden is also cautious, and this isn’t his first or even second rodeo at the Cup final in as many years. You try to kiss it better in a random hallway in the bowels of Ball Arena.

Finally accepting the Better Halves’ invitation to travel to road games, you have a good seat to Tampa taking back some momentum in game three before promptly handing it back to Colorado.

You die and come back to life a dozen times in game four as Brayden and his team hold on.

Game five is to be played back in Tampa, and you spend the night before the game in Brayden’s bed instead of the hotel Nate has paid for. “Good luck,” you whisper against his lips early in the morning before you leave to meet the girls for breakfast.

“You don’t mean that,” he teases, stretching out in such a way that has you considering skipping breakfast—certain teasing and interrogation be damned.

“Good luck to you,” you amend, kissing him once more. “Your team can rot.”

His laughter rings in your ears as you leave.

Mel corners you after breakfast, a familiar offending piece of clothing in her hands. “This could be it,” she explains, offering you the jean jacket.

If it were any year previous, you might have worn it. If you didn’t have Brayden, you might have worn it. If Nate had offered it to you himself alongside a confession, you might have worn it.

None of these things are true, and so you decline. “I don’t like the way it makes me feel.”

Her smile has a twinge of sadness and understanding as she replies, “Okay.”

Sitting alongside the girls in the box with your cropped sweater hiding the 21 necklace around your neck, you’ve never felt more torn.

Brayden’s captain nets one early in the first, and you’re not sure you breathe again until Nate’s powerplay evens the score early in the second. There’s an undercurrent of excitement in the box alongside the nervous energy. Midway through the second, Arturri tips it in and Amalie Arena is silent.

It stays like that for the rest of the period until you excuse yourself to grab a drink at intermission. Standing in the long drink line, you spot a little girl in a Point jersey and your stomach twists as you think about how no matter which way this ends, someone you care for will be hurt.

That feeling doesn’t leave as you sit through a scoreless third period. The arena gets loud with Bolts fans throughout, celebrating every blocked shot and turnover. That intensity picks up in the dying seconds of the game as Brayden picks off the puck in the defensive zone.

He rushes up the ice flanked by his linemates, but is momentarily stopped by Cale.

He gets his stick back on the puck and your nails dig into the leather arm of the box seat. Suzanna grabs your hand, assuming it’s worry for her boyfriend and his teammates and you let her think that and hold your hand.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

He shoots right as the buzzer sounds and Darcy gloves it down like there was never a question of him stopping it.

The entire box explodes in a chorus of cheers—there’s shouting, swearing, crying, laughter and you’re right in the middle of them all. Your boys are Stanley Cup Champions.

Someone grabs you, and then someone else joins in and suddenly you’re in the middle of a dog pile. “They fucking did it!”

You’re so fucking excited, incredibly proud and honestly a little weepy about your favorite people finally getting their hands on their childhood dream. But, a bigger part of the organ in your chest than you want to admit aches for the downturn of Brayden’s head as he skates back to the bench.

An attendant appears and wrangles the rowdy bunch down to the ice. You’ve got Linnea Landeskog in your arms and a giant grin on your face as your feet touch the ice.

“Down please,” she politely states while trying to wriggle out of your grasp. The second she’s down she’s running at her daddy who sweeps her up in his arms.

And then Nate’s on you in a way that you used to long for when you were younger. He’s red and sweaty and out of breath but none of these things stop him from hauling you up into his arms and spinning you until you smack at his chest, demanding to be let down much like Linnea only minutes ago.

He stops spinning but he doesn’t let go, staring up at you with a look he’s never given you before. You’re so caught up in the excitement of it all you barely notice, grabbing his cheeks and shouting in his face, “You fucking did it!”

“We fucking did,” he says like he can’t believe this moment is happening—whether that’s due to you in his arms or the Cup that will now bear his name no one can really say. He kind of looks like he’s about to do something stupid, leaning in ever so slightly, and so you finally succeed at leaving his arms, slipping slightly as you reach the ice once again. Brayden is watching from across the ice, a sad look on his face that you just want to kiss off. You don’t though, just pat Nate on the back once and continue moving, throwing yourself at Cale, then Burky, then Mikko.

It’s a blur of celebrations and photos with the Cup—you even let Linnea convince you to take a photo with her and the Cup, her mom remarking that it looks good on you. When you pull from your photo pose, you give her a questioning look. “A baby and a cup,” she smirks, blatantly looking over at Nate who seems to agree.

You laugh nervously—last year that was all you wanted, the boys to win and Nate to want you in that way. Now? Now you can picture it still, you just picture it with someone else.

Finally, you’re able to sneak away and Brayden has the same idea, telling you to meet him in a closet by the locker room. No words are exchanged as he pulls you in by your hips and kisses you like he needs it to breathe.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him and you mean it.

A crinkle forms between his eyes. “No you’re not.”

You kiss him again once, “I’m not sorry the boys won tonight, but I am sorry it was against you.”

“There’s always next year.” It’s far more flippant than you had anticipated, really you thought you’d be dealing with an upset Brayden and that might have broken your heart.

“I thought you’d be more upset.”

“Can’t win ‘em all,” he says and you give him a look to be serious. “So what, we didn’t win the Cup this season. I got you, didn’t I?”

“Fuck off, dont be stupid.” Your cheeks are hot and your eyes are wild.

“I mean it. I’d take you over the Cup nine times out of ten.”

“What about the other one?”

“Need to win another one for us to put our future babies in.”

“Awfully presumptuous for a hook up.”

“This is so much more than a hook up.”

“Yeah,” you admit, sinking deeply into another kiss.

“Besides,” he pauses, “Already got two rings.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Okay I gotta go. Will you come get me later?”

He looks at you like you’re stupid to ask, like he’d go into the pits of hell itself for you without hesitation. “Of course. Now go. Celebrate. I’ll see you later.”

You slip out first, making sure the coast is clear and go find the others. A Stanley Cup Champion hat is placed upon your head and a bottle of champagne in your hand. There’s a celebration in the visitor locker room and then the party moves to a local bar.

Someone shells out the money for a few bottles of vintage Dom Perignon that you indulge in, but mostly you just relish in the happiness of everyone around you. If you’re honest, you spend a fair amount of time avoiding Nate who has a serious look every time you catch him staring.

Shortly before midnight, you slip out of the bar and into Brayden’s waiting car. The bubbly must have gone to your head, because you forgo any verbal greeting in favor of launching yourself over the center console to press your lips to his.

He pulls away and very somberly states, “I can’t take you seriously in that sweater.”

Looking down, you spot the Avalanche crop and laugh as you pull it off and toss it in the back. “Better?”

He hums, fingertip tracing the chain around your neck from your clavicle down between your breasts to reveal his number on the pendant. “Much.”

You sink back into another kiss before remembering where you are, who you’re with and what you’re doing meanwhile the bar you just left is crawling with people you’re not quite ready to come clean to just yet.

“Take me home, Bray,” you say as you relax back into the passenger seat.

You don’t have the power to bring your lover the Stanley Cup your friends were just drinking out of. All you have to offer is yourself, but he accepts it with as much gratitude as your best friend accepted the Cup earlier.

Later, he looks like he wants to ask you to stay, and you think you look like you want him to.

In the end, it doesn’t matter as you fall asleep next to him and somehow make it back to your hotel room in the morning with no one the wiser.

Nate spends a few more weeks in Denver after the win, celebrating with the guys and riding the high of winning it all. You only spend a couple days and then move out of his house and back into your parents.

You don’t tell him about Brayden, content to let Nate enjoy his successes.

As a consequence, you don’t see much of him in July or August. Even when you’re both home, he’s busy with all his other friends and his family, and you’re busy with your niece and deciding on what to do in the fall. You’ve determined the best course of action is to finish your degree and then apply to a masters program in order to change your career path.

The choice, then, is where to do so. You can stay at home, commute an hour each way into the city—supported by your hometown friends and your family. Or you can make the shift to Denver for real, with your found family and with Nate. Or…

The University of Tampa Bay has an excellent program. You know from your time visiting Brayden through the season that the university is right around the corner from Amalie Arena and Brayden’s. It’s awfully presumptuous, but you find yourself daydreaming about the possibility much like you used to daydream about a future in Denver.

Of course, there’s an entire continent of possibilities, hell an entire world of possibilities, but these are the three most attractive options.

There are many discussions to be had, and choices to be made. You don’t want to do either until you’ve had a chance to speak to Brayden in person, but just as Nate’s had a busy summer, so too has he.

He messages you every morning before and after working out while you’re still asleep. Every conversation eventually devolves into some combination of ‘I miss you’ and ‘when can I see you?’

You do manage to spend a few days with him in the Rockies mid-July that fly by far too quickly. Every time you leave Brayden it gets harder and the implications of it all have your stomach in knots when the thought crosses your mind.

It all comes to a head spectacularly the day before Nate’s day with the Cup. You’re at Nate’s, helping to prepare for the post-parade celebration when you’re called away by his sister. She wants your help deciding on which photos to display—it’s a mixture of past and present alongside an elementary school assignment two decades old wherein Nate declared his future profession would be ‘Stanley Cup Champion.’

You’re smiling, lost in the memories when Nate comes crashing into the room you’re in. There’s an indiscernible look on his face, but it reads somewhere between anger, frustration and hurt. The look on your face betrays your confusion, and it only deepens when you see your phone in his hands.

“What are you doing with my phone?” you ask.

His jaw ticks. “Thought it was mine.”

It doesn’t really do anything for your confusion. If anything, it deepens it. “What’s your problem Nate?”

“This! This is my problem.” He finally cracks, shoving your phone in your face to reveal messages from Brayden—under the contact name of the letter B and a heart—wondering when you plan on making the trip to Calgary to see him. Your stomach drops and your heart feels like it’s at risk of falling right out your chest. It was always going to come out, but especially as you crossed the line between sharing body heat with Brayden and sharing your secrets, hopes and dreams.

That being said, it is a shit way for your relationship to come to light for sure, but you can’t help but feel your friend is overreacting. Sarah is looking between the two of you, panicked and frozen like she doesn’t know what to do.

“I think your mom could use some help in the backyard, Sar,” you say gently, and she gladly takes the opportunity to flee. Once she’s gone, you turn on Nate. “I’m sorry that you found out this way, but you had no right to come in here like that. Poor Sarah looked terrified!”

He looks at you incredulously. Now that his sister is out of ear shot, he appears to have allowed himself to lean into his emotions a little more. “I have no right? What about you? Hooking up with some random guy in Calgary? Is that where you’ve been running off to these past few months?”

You know that this is probably the least important part of his rant, but you feel the need to clarify. “He’s not just some guy, Nate. His name is Brayden. And for the record, no. I wasn’t in Calgary, I was in Tampa.

He looks confused in addition to enraged, and so you put the pieces together for him. “I’ve been seeing Brayden Point.”

“You’ve been sleeping with the enemy?”

“Are you joking?”

This is not your friend Nate. This is some angry being inhabiting the body of your friend Nate.

He doesn’t back down. “It was between us and them in the final, pretty sure that qualifies as the enemy!” He pauses for a second and then continues, “How long have you been sleeping with him? During the final? Were you rooting for him instead?”

“Nate—“

“No, don’t Nate me. I bet you were, I bet you wanted them to win, him to win. I bet you were sitting there in the family box, using tickets I paid for, against me the whole time.”

“That’s not fair!” you try to interject, despite the tiny grain of truth to his words. It would be untrue to say some small part of you wanted Brayden to succeed, but your loyalties have always been with Nate and his team.

“Don’t bother. I wouldn’t trust a thing you said right now. Not after this. Not when you know.”

“Know what?” you question.

“How I feel! About you. And me.” The blurred edges start to come into focus. He’s been acting like a man scorned, because in his eyes he is one.

Unable to form any coherent thought, you repeat yourself from earlier. “Are you joking?”

He’s less angry now, slipping further into the hurt brewing under the surface. “It’s always been us. Since we were kids. And now you’re messing around with some guy on another team. I can't believe you!”

The tears start to pool at your waterline, but you’re too stubborn to let them fall. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that? You string me along for years and years and years, expecting me to play the part of your girlfriend without being your girlfriend and to wait around for you to figure it out. I am sorry you found out like this, but I’m not sorry about him. I’m not sorry about Brayden.”

He flinches at the sound of Brayden’s name, the anger clouding his eyes even further. “You want him so bad, why don’t you go to him right now?”

“Nate—“ You’re not sure he knows what he’s saying, what the implications of all he’s said really are. What it would mean if you left for Calgary this afternoon. What it would be like if you weren’t there tomorrow to join in his celebrations.

“Go.” When you don’t move he speaks again. “Get out of here.”

He hasn’t raised his fists or even his voice, but you do as he suggests. Calmly, begging the tears not to fall, you walk right out of his house and get in your car and you drive.

Brayden picks up when you call while driving, and there’s a ticket in your inbox before you’ve even made it home.

A short layover in Toronto—and with nothing but the clothes on your back and a small carry- on—later, you’re sinking into Brayden’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but you shake your head where it’s buried in his chest.

“Thank you,” you say, leaving hundreds of words unspoken in your gratitude.

The kiss he pressed to your lips and the way he says ‘Anything for you’ tells you that he understands.

He’s got his own place in an affluent suburb of the city, and you’re grateful for the fact that you won’t have to see anyone else with your puffy, bloodshot eyes.

The last time you’d cried this hard, it had been over the loss of your childhood dog. Nate had been there then, flying in after a late game to hold you while you cried. Maybe you had misunderstood his feelings for you, missed the signs he thought he had laid out so clearly. Maybe that would have mattered a year ago.

It doesn’t, now.

Not when Brayden’s arms feel like home. His warm gaze feels like the sun. His kiss and his touch feel like heaven on earth. His love feels like everything you’ve ever wanted.

Your world nearly stopped in Nate’s living room, but it resumed spinning here in Brayden’s bedroom.

You’re curled up on his chest while he soothingly runs a hand along your spine when you tell him. “I love you.”

His hand stills on the middle of your back, but you don’t panic. Your mind and heart are clear and in unison. He doesn’t make you wait long, cupping the back of your head and tilting your head back ever so slightly so that your eyes meet.

“Yeah?” he asks like maybe he needs the validation.

“Yeah,” you reply, giving it to him.

The grin on his face might be worth everything you’ve been through.

You squeal as he flips the both of you, ending in a position where his arms bracket either side of your head in order to keep from crushing you with his full weight.

“I love you,” he repeats, kissing every inch of your exposed skin.

Tangling your fingertips in the hair at the nape of his neck, you say it again and again and again. It’s a chant and a ritual, told between sighs and moans and whimpers. He strips you of your clothes, taking you apart piece by piece and then putting them all back together.

It is intimate and sweet as he takes you to the highest peak, hearts and limbs and minds all intertwined. There is no doubt, no insecurity, no hesitation. All of the love you have to give is reflected back at you. You and Brayden are two sides of the same coin, destiny and fate and all the good forces in the world have brought the two of you together.

That’s why when, in the dark of his room later, you say yes when he asks you to move in.

Despite the apparent suddenness, your family is more than supportive of you and Brayden. Though that may be because he charmed the pants off all of them the following week when returning to your childhood bedroom to pack your things.

Your niece is delighted when she learns that Brayden’s “job is hockey!” as she so sweetly declares, requesting he win her a Cup too.

It reminds you of Nate and how you haven’t heard from him. You don’t reach out either.

Your time in Calgary is short, punctuated by the bittersweet news that although many of your credits will transfer over, you’re not able to start college classes at the University of Tampa until the second semester.

“Now you can come with me on all my road games,” Brayden says when you tell him.

“Fat chance.”

Training camp sneaks up on you both and before you know it, you’re making the permanent move into Brayden’s bedroom and his life, publicly this time.

The Tampa WAGs are sweet and welcoming, but you find yourself missing the Colorado Better Halves. That’s probably why you agree to dinner with Heidy the first time in the season that the Avs are in town.

You make plans to meet at a cute spot downtown near the arena.

The minute you spot Nate waiting outside, you start to turn around. Not so much as an Instagram like since the day before his day with the Cup and now he’s at one of your favorite restaurants in Tampa like everything is okay?

“Wait,” he says and for some reason you do, pausing mid turn. “I’m sorry.”

That’s enough to have you turning back around to look him in the eye as you scold him. “Really? I haven’t heard a word from you in months and that’s what you have to say?”

“I know,” he says.

“You were really shitty Nate! You knew how I felt and apparently felt the same way, but you just took advantage of me and my feelings for you for years! And then, you made me feel like trash for falling for someone else.”

“I know,” he says again.

“Can you say literally anything other than I know?” you say exasperatedly.

“I—“ he starts and stops with the look you give him. “I don’t have a good explanation for the first bit. You’re right, I’ve been taking you for granted for a long time. I don’t know, I guess I was just scared to lose you if we ever crossed that line.”

“I get that,” you reply. “Why do you think I never said anything either? I’m less mad about that and more mad about you being a giant asshole about me meeting someone.”

He nods. “I know. I was jealous and hurt and I lashed out and hurt you too. I never meant for it to get like this, but the longer it took for me to reach out and apologize the harder it seemed. I am really sorry, and I’m happy you found someone who treats you the way you deserve.”

It’s a sincere apology and one you’re certain he means. Beyond that, you just miss your best friend and so you throw yourself at him in a big hug. He’s startled, but very quickly wraps his arms around you too.

“Things aren’t magically okay, you really hurt me, but you’re my best friend and I’ve missed you so much. There’s been a million times where something happened and I wanted to tell you about it, but couldn’t.”

“You’re my best friend,” he says.

Nate scores a goal during the second period of the game but it’s not enough for the Avalanche.

Brayden comes home the clear winner to find you curled up in his bed. First he undresses and then he slips into bed beside you.

“Glad you made up with Nate,” he says, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Glad you won,” you reply, feeling the way his lips curve in a smile against your neck and knowing he’s about to say something stupid and cringe.

“In more ways than one, baby,” he laughs, caging you in with his arm as you struggle to get away from him and his bad jokes. “In more ways than one.”

Despite the way you playfully try to escape his clutches, the truth is you feel like you’re the real winner.

#nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl x reader #nathan mackinnon fic #brayden point fic #shelb writes

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If someone told me that we will get Harry singing You're Still The One, I Will Survive, Man I Feel Like A Woman, and Hopelessly Devoted To You ALL IN THE SAME YEAR I would not belive them yet here we are. Like-

Never would I have thought SEVEN YEARS since we last saw them together, that 2022 would be one of the larriest years on record.

Hopelessly devoted to Lou

Harry dresses as Danny Zuko for Harryween, just a few days after Louis reminds us, once again, that he played Danny Zuko in a high school production.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with not one, but three Louis cross-eyed smiley faces.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with a huge Louis cross-eyed smiley face

The peace ring returns and Harry is smug about it.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with Only The Brave on it (after doing a double take and noticing it)

Harry sings Still The One at Coachella (more details on why this is a big deal here)

Harry sang I Will Survive at Coachella (369 weeks after he last sang it on stage)

Harry randomly uses an origami fortune teller as a symbol for his song Love Of My Life. It shows the colors red and black (strongly associated with Louis these days) and blue and green (Larry colors). Louis’ album, Faith in The Future, is set to release November 11th. National origami day.

Harry quotes a song from Leonard Cohen’s album, Anthem, which has the larriest cover art ever.

Louis’ music plays at Harry’s venues before the show

The fish on the Pleasing merch at Coachella have blue eyes/thin upper lip or green eyes/full lips

Harry referenced the poet Richard Lax in his You Are Home promo. Lax has collections of poems with titles like "Love Had a Compass", "The Green Island," "The Blue Boat”, and "Circus of the Sun."

Harry doodles H L on his sneakers while on “vacation” with his beard.

You Are Home coordinates match up to a lot of Louis and Larry locations

Harry seen at Louis’ LA show (more here and here)

Harry has a blue and green moment

The You Are Home website tweets a Ralph Waldo Emerson quote about people destined to meet, 12 years to the day after Harry and Louis’ xfactor auditions.

And just in case you think Harry is the only one obsessed with Larry (like rads do):

Louis mentions Harry being at his show

Louis acknowledges a rainbow flag with a huge picture of the Larry hug on it.

Louis wears a “blue bird” colored shirt

Louis adds I Will Survive to his post show playlist the day before H performs that song at Coachella.

Louis plays Lego House as his exit song twice. The first time the day Harry’s House was announced and Harry’s first Coachella performance (where H also performed Still The One). Then Lego House again on the day Harry’s House was released and Harry performed his ONO in NY.

Louis’ merch colors match Harry’s merch colors

Louis wears Harry’s House colors the day of Harry’s House release

Louis changes his Twitter header to a photo with the Larry hug in the background.

Louis makes a point of going out for sushi right after Harry’s House drops, despite rolling his eyes in the past about the trendiness of sushi.

Despite his theme being red/black/white, Louis changes the arena lights to blue and green and he does it again and again and again and again

Louis acknowledges a larrie in a rainbow TPWK t shirt

Louis acknowledges a fan holding a poster of Harry with a rainbow flag (more confirmation here and here)

Louis acknowledged a fan holding a Sing Walls if Larry is Real sign ( more info here and here).

Louis winks at a fan holding Larry dolls (while singing the “come so far from Princess Park line)

Louis give a thumbs up to a fan holding two photos of him and Harry and points to himself while singing Too Young

Louis’ venue plays Sunflower Vol 6, Kiwi, and Sweet Creature before the show.

Louis acknowledges a fan’s I Can’t Change Tattoo

Louis adds Don’t Stop Believing and Halo to his preshow playlist

Louis acknowledges that Prada released a collection with Larry-inspired tattoos by joining a Prada Twitter space the day of the launch.

Louis uses green lights during OTB for the first time, the night Harry launches the You Are Home campaign. Not just for a moment, but during the whole song

I’m sure this isn’t everything they did this year, but it’s a lot. And some of it may be coincidence or a reach, but all of it? I really doubt it.

#2022 larry moments #2022 Larry masterpost

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Astro observations (October 2022: part 1)

Sun in aries in 1st house (aries ascendant+sun in 1st house) men make YouTube videos as a hobby. They are also egoistic and self centered in a materialistic way.

Saturn in 9th house is the hallmark of PhD scholar. These natives always have a higher education degree and stay in college for a long time.

Saturn in 9th house natives also are born into super religious family but when they grow up they become atheists and start to explore their own philosophy.

Moon in 3rd house natives love to text, talk on phone call a lot. You can find them chatting with someone most hours of their day.

Sun in aries natives especially men are prone to be fuckboys and date many girls by way of manipulation. Most of the girls are in young age because these men are attracted to physical looks. They show a sense of entitlement too when it comes to dating young girls without any remorse for what they do. It also happens that they act this way to feel masculine because of their moms being very controlling and infantilizing them. So they use girls to feel powerful and strong. This is the case of immature ones btw. A mature aries native man plays sports to feel strong and powerful. Instead of using girls, he uses physical activities like sports to be competitive and ego boost.

Immature Aries natives men also use girls for ego boost and not really for emotional connection or partnership. They date many girls for attention and ego boost. Scorpio girls can be perfect target for them because these girls give doormat people pleasing energy. These girls can be codependendent that Aries men like as being "needed" as a hero.

Sun in 12th house natives have an unavailable father owing to his work or personality or death. But these natives have an imagination of their father figure in their head that they tend to idealize. Despite father being absent they don't really worry about it because emotionally they feel connected to an ideal father figure.

Sun in 12th house natives also grow up in a large household, usually a big house with riches and resources. A comfort childhood although absent father. They have a rich imagination life too.

Moon in 8th house natives in whichever sign are prone to self realize and enlighten in their lives. When they discover the impact of their mother's behaviour and that their mother had personality disorder/emotional instability. These natives also carry the learned behaviours from their mother unconsciously. They will reach self awareness and change themselves during the time period of the dispositor of 8th house.

How to see which area of your life will be active with astro? Check out the Vimshottari dasha chart. Any good website is fine. Whichever planet is running its Mahadasha--find in your birth chart where its sign is placed. For eg, if you're running mercury mahadasha, check out which houses are occupied by Gemini and Virgo. Now, which planets are placed in these houses? Check out the signs of these planets and in which house they are placed. You can then check out antardasha as well. And so on.

Sun in 7th house natives lack self esteem. They cant stand being alone. Always needing to be around others and especially being in romantic relationship. In the early days of dating, they will attract narcissists in their life, especially if the 1st house is empty too. Then they will mature and find self esteem. Even then they will attract self centered partners but there will not be ego clashes because natives have matured already.

Sun in 7th house natives find themselves through reflection in other people. They don't know who they are until they project their own unconscious personality traits on other people and see what clicks with them.

Sun in 7th house or 10th house are a good position for public service career.

Saturn in 8th house can be a really sad placement. Being a karmic planet in a karmic house is a combination that leads to delays, hardships, poor quality of life, emotional stagnant, fear of occult, fear of transformation, ageing faster than usual, prolonged disease, sudden life transformations.

All moon in 8th house natives can unite for psychological studies, spiritual insights and being perceptive of emotions. They do really like to talk about psychological topics with their peers.

#astro community #astrology observations #astrology #astro observations #shadow self #astroblr #occult #astro notes #astro placements #astro tumblr #astrology blog #astrology notes

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सूर्य राशि परिवर्तन 2022: 16 जुलाई तक मिथुन समेत इन राशियों के लोग न लें कोई जोखिम, जानें अपना राशिफल

सूर्यदेव 15 जून 2022 को मिथुन राशि में गोचर करेगा और 16 जुलाई 2022 तक इसी राशि में रहेंगे। इसके बाद सूर्य कर्क राशि में प्रवेश करेंगे। वैदिक ज्योतिष में सूर्य का संबंध आत्मा से माना गया है। आइए जानते हैं इस गोचर का विभिन्न राशियों पर क्या प्रभाव पड़ेगा- वृषभ- मीडिया व कम्युनिकेशन फील्ड से जुड़े लोगों के लिए अच्छा समय है। इस दौरान आपको काम के संबंध में यात्रा करनी पड़ सकती है। चीजों को एक साथ…

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Things That Go Bump In The Night

October 16th: Fear Kink

Kinktober 2022

Summary: There’s been a few murders in town, are you right to be paranoid?

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, non-con, violence, murder (side characters), poorly written horror, stalking, abduction

A/N: This one gets dark my loves, please heed the warnings

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It’s been a weird week.

A stressful week.

A very not okay week.

It’s coming on Halloween so the days are shorter and the atmosphere has changed, that was to be expected but what no one was expecting was for a local teen to be found dead.

Yeah Hawkins had it’s issue and series of unfortunate events but murder?

The unfortunate victim was Amy Welsh, she graduated High School in 85’, same as you. She was very superficial and not very nice but still, she didn’t deserve to be killed.

You walk into Family Video to meet up with your friends while rubbing the goosebumps on your arms. Ever since you left home you’ve had the eery sense that someone is following you. You know you’re being paranoid but what if you’re not?

Steve is behind the counter and his face lights up as you enter, you can hear Robin speaking with a customer a few aisles over.

“Hey, babe!” Steve’s warm smile instantly eases your worry and you make your way up to the counter.

“Hey, Stevie,” you return the smile as best you can but he notices somethings up.

“You okay?” His voice is hesitant and soft.

“Yeah, just been sleeping weird,” you admit.

Your home life is very similar to Steve’s except your family isn’t rich. Your parents travelled a lot for work and when they were back in town they always worked late hours. Honestly you didn’t mind, they weren’t exactly a thrill to be around.

But now that the stories of Amy’s murder is circulating around town you can’t help but find it hard to stay in your large, empty house.

You’re not exactly sure of the details of the murder, the police never officially gave a statement about that that part but “sources” have come forward and of course rumours spread like wildfire.

One person says it was one killer with a knife, another says it was multiple killers with guns, some say a chainsaw others say it was a cleaver or machete.

Whatever the real story is you don’t want to know. You’ve always scared easy, every weekend when your group has a horror marathon you’re usually hiding your face in the shoulder of whomever is closest.

“You wanna stay at my place tonight?” Steve’s voice cuts through your inner thoughts like a knife and you let out a shiver as you make eye contact.

There’s something intense behind his brown eyes but you can’t put your finger on what it could possibly be.

“No, that’s okay,” you turn him down, and for a split second you swear you see his jaw clench but when you blink and open your eyes his face is back to its usual mirth.

“You sure?” He seems a little earnest but you brush it aside as the concerns of your best friend.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you assure as Robin comes bounding behind the counter.

“Hey, slugger!” She addresses you with a chuckle.

“Hey, sport!” You huff a laugh.

For the rest of the afternoon you fall into an easy and relaxing atmosphere with two people you trust most, but every now and then you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.

When the sun starts to set you decide you need to go home, you don’t stay out after dark anymore, even when you’re offered a lift by Steve or Eddie. You don’t want to return to a dark, empty house.

You walked to Family Video so you start to make the trek home, it’s not too far thankfully.

You curse at you’re own obliviousness, you got wrapped up in talking too long and you know you won’t make it home before the sun sets.

You pull your jacket closer to your chest and cross your arms as you start to pick up the pace, the eery feeling starting to return.

You look around the street for signs of life, hoping there were others out for a stroll but ever since the murder people have been staying indoors more.

You suck in a breath at the sound of heavy footsteps behind you, you swear they weren’t there before. You try to even out your breathing while inconspicuously picking up the pace.

Unfortunately the steps behind you seem to match your movements and for some reason it feels almost mocking?

You’re almost to your street so you make the decision to sprint the rest of the distance. When you break out into a run you hear a grunt from behind you, way too close for comfort, as they start to run too. You dig around in your jeans until your fingers wrap around the thin metal of your keys.

You can just make out the sound of heavy breathing coming from behind you, blood loud in your ears as your heart thump thump thumps against your rib cage, you feel a breeze of air against your neck like someone was reaching out to grab you but missed.

You push yourself a little harder when you see the front door of your house, you pull out your keys and in your struggle to find the right one you don’t see the loose cobblestone and you end up going pretty much A over T.

You let out a pained ‘oof’ as you land on your chest and the air is pushed from your lungs at the force of the impact, the palms of your hands and your knees skid across the pavement in your attempt to catch yourself but all that does is cause a sharp pain to shoot up your wrist.

A small panicked cry escapes your lips as you whip your head around to at least be face to face with your murdered but there’s no one there.

The street is completely empty and deadly quiet, if not for the pain shooting up your arm you’d swear this was a dream.

You let out a small choked breath as air refills your lungs, tears are tracking down your cheeks and you sniffle as you sit on the ground shaking.

There was someone chasing you… right?

Your palms are bloody as are your knees and you’re sure you’ve sprained your wrist.

The sun has gone down and you don’t want to be left outside. You’re mind has been playing tricks as of late, with the tragic event mixed with very little sleep and bit paranoia you supposed it could be possible you imagined being chased.

You reach out and collect your keys from where they fell before hauling yourself to your feet with a pained whimper, thankfully you left the flood lights on so you’re not completely sitting in the darkness.

You’ve also left a few lights on in the house as well as the tv, you don’t like return to the quiet.

You hobble over to the kitchen, wet a cloth and pull out the first aid kit from under the sink before sliding to the floor and resting your back against the cupboards. You clean around the scrapes, clearing away drying blood and small bits of dirt and gravel before applying some ointment and wrapping a bandage around the areas.

You do the same with your hands but with your left wrist you put on a compression glove to help the swelling, it once belonged to Steve who would constantly injure his wrists while playing basketball, he left it at your place and it was added to your first aid kit just in case.

Your muscles have started to go stiff from the terrified workout you just endured and all you want to do is soak in a warm bath but your sure that won’t help your wounds so you decide on a shower.

-x-

Eddie climbs the trellis up to your bedroom with practiced footing, he’s done this so much he could do it in his sleep, before quietly manoeuvring around your room and dropping his duffel bag on your bed.

He wasn’t going to chase you, the plan was just to scare you a little bit but when you broke out into a run a warm thrill shot right down to his cock and a primal part of him needed to catch you.

When you tripped and let out a pained sound, the tiny bit of his old self wanted to cradle you but he’s worked too hard on this plan to ruin it now, so while you were gathering your wits he quickly made his way behind your house.

He hears you down in the kitchen and assumes you were cleaning your wounds so he figures he has some time.

He opens your top drawer and pulls some clean panties out before throwing them behind him on the bed next to his bag, for the last week or two he’s been collecting some of your items, if things go to plan in a few days you’re going to mysteriously vanish.

When he hears you ascend the stairs he shoves the clothes into his duffel before slinking into the closet, he watches as you open your drawers and pull out some clean clothes before making your way across the hall into the bathroom.

-x-

Your shower is awkward and a little painful as you try to clean yourself with one hand while simultaneously trying to keep certain areas dry.

By the time you hop out of the shower the room is foggy and hot so you turn on the fan to clear the room before wrapping a towel around your torso.

You let out a high pitched shriek at the mess of words on your mirror before running to your bedroom and locking the door behind you, when you turn and face the room to grab your phone you notice your window, that was closed and locked before was now wide open as the curtains swayed in the light fall breeze.

You stand there, back against your door and eyes on the window, in complete silence as you listen for any sounds coming from the house or even your bedroom. When you don’t hear anything you go to your window and lock it tight before grabbing the phone on your bedside table and immediately calling Steve.

Steve picks up on the third ring and when he hears the urgency in your tone he tells Robin to cover the end of his shift and instantly leaves for your place.

When he hangs up you turn to survey the room noting the closet door, which was closed, was now wide open and on your vanity table, open and caked down to the stub, was the red lipstick you had bought as in impulse buy.

Your mind shifts back to the bathroom and you slide to the floor with a whimper, clutching the phone tightly to your chest.

have a nice shower?

The message, written in red, was scrawled in a neat cursive across your mirror.

You have no idea how quickly Steve showed up, it could have been five minutes or fifteen, but a loud tapping on your window has you screeching like a banshee.

You press your hand to your chest in hope it helps calms your racing heart down as Steve points to the lock on the window, you crawl across the floor and unlatch it before he’s sliding unceremoniously down beside you.

“What happened?” His voice is full of shock and concern as he takes in your appearance, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears and body covered in a few bandages.

“S-someone chased me h-home,” you stutter and lean into Steve to find some source of comfort, his arms instantly wrap you in a warm, secure hug.

“They chased you?” He squeezes you tight, “who was it?”

“Don’t know, I didn’t see them,” you shrug, “they were in my house.”

You’re trembling now and Steve rubs your arms in hopes of calming you down.

“Are you sure?” Steve’s voice is gentle but there’s a hint of disbelief there.

“They wrote on my mirror,” you pull away, voice getting slightly louder now that you feel that you have to prove yourself.

“They did?” His eyes lock onto yours as you nod.

He slowly stands from the floor, using the vanity table to haul himself up, and you let out a small whine, he gently pulls you up with him until you’re both standing.

“I’m gonna go check,” he tells you before heading over to the door.

“Steve, wait!” You try to pull him back but he gently pries your hands off him, “he might still be out there!”

“I’ll be fine, babe,” normally his arrogant chuckle would make you swoon but you can’t help but think that with an attitude like that it will get you killed.

You watch Steve enter the bathroom across the hall before he stares at you in confusion.

“C’mere,” he nods his head over.

Your hands shake as you quickly run across the hall, purposely avoiding looking down the hallway in case you saw something you didn’t want to see.

When you look at the mirror you feel your blood run cold as the unshed tears start to fall.

Your mirror is clean.

Not even a smudge or speck of dirt remains on it, it’s a bit wet from the humidity in the room but no traces of lipstick.

“Nothings here, babe,” his tone has a hint of condescension and you can’t help but sob.

Are you going insane?

“Have you been taking your meds, sweetheart?” There he goes with his patronising tone again.

“I have depression and anxiety not schizophrenia, Steve,” you snap.

“Hey, calm down I’m on your side,” he puts his hands up, “you said you’ve had trouble sleeping so maybe you’re just a little out of it, yeah?”

“I’m not making this up, Steve!” You stamp your foot in childish frustration.

“Babe, you didn’t actually see anyone chasing you and now you’re saying there’s messages being left on your mirror that clearly aren’t there,” his voice is irritatingly calm, like he’s talking down someone off a ledge.

“I know what I saw, Steve,” you glare at the older man.

“Okay,” he surrenders but you know it’s only to keep the peace, “alright, well how about you get dressed and I’ll check the rest of the house?”

You look down and your face heats up when you realise you’re still in a towel, the events of before causing you to completely forgo dressing.

You don’t answer but quickly walk back to your room and slam the door behind you in embarrassment as you grab new clothes.

-x-

Steve waits for your door to close before turning around and opening the linen closet.

Eddie stands there with a large grin plastered on his face but before he can say anything Steve places a finger over his lips and gestures towards your door, Eddie nods in understanding before quietly following Steve down the hallway and down the stairs.

When they’re in the kitchen Steve slaps the older man on the shoulder, “what the hell, Munson, you chased her!” His voice is a harsh whisper.

“I couldn’t help it,” he shrugs, “her fear does something to me.”

Well Steve can’t argue with that.

“And the mirror?” Steve’s hand go to his hips in his Disapproving Mom gesture.

“I went in to get her clothes, old and new,” he explains, “and I saw an opportunity so I took it.”

After a few minutes of contemplation Steve nods, Eddie was cutting it close but it could ultimately work in their favor. He’s just lucky Steve noticed the lipstick on the vanity as he stood up and quickly pocketed the item.

“I’m gonna drop her around your place tonight,” Steve tells the metalhead who’s face lights up, “she’s not going to wanna stay here.”

Eddie nods emphatically, excitement filling his stomach.

“Go home,” Steve pushes Eddie towards the door who easily allows himself to manhandled.

When he reaches the door he spins on his heels and presses a quick kiss to the former jocks lips before disappearing into the night.

-x-

A gentle tap at your door followed by Steve’s voice causes you to snap out of the melodramatic thoughts your brain was conjuring up.

Steve enters the room with a tiny smile filled with pity and it makes you feel silly because the more you think about it the more it seems impossible.

You never saw anyone chasing you and when you came back into your room the ruined lipstick tube wasn’t there so maybe you had imagined it all.

“I don’t want you being alone tonight,” Steve’s tone is soft, “I have to work the opening shift tomorrow to make up for leaving early,” he kneels in front of your seated form on the edge of the bed, you’re instantly filled with guilt and regret with calling Steve in a flurry of emotions, “but I called Eddie and he’s more then happy to keep you company for the night.”

You feel slightly embarrassed that Steve called Eddie but you have to admit that being around the metalhead might help you feel more comfortable.

You nod your head at his words, unable to find your voice at the moment, and he helps you stand.

You grab some clothes for tomorrow before locking your window and following Steve to his car.

-x-

Eddie scrambles around his trailer in a rush as he shoves pictures, panties, soiled clothing and other various items that once belonged to you in a lockbox and tucking it inside the vent in the corner of his room.

Seconds after he’s finished tidying his room up headlights flood the trailer as Steve’s car pulls up outside.

He grabs a pizza out of the freezer on his way past and chucks it in the oven before swinging the door open before you or Steve can even knock.

“Welcome to the Munson Mansion,” he dramatically bows, his usual antics cause a smile to twitch at your lips.

He steps aside and allows you to enter his humble abode, slightly leaning in to catch a whiff of your conditioner.

“I gotta go,” Steve doesn’t enter the trailer, instead choosing to say his goodbyes at the door.

You give him a timid wave and nod before walking into the kitchen.

Steve shares a look with Eddie before descending the steps and driving away.

Eddie turns to observe you, your form a little more hunched in on yourself as you fiddle about in his kitchen.

He hides a grin behind his hair at your obvious terrified state, proud of himself that he’s the one that caused it.

-x-

You collect some paper plates out of the cupboard, knowing Eddie prefers them to the usual ones, as you wait for the pizza to cook.

It’s a few minutes before Eddie silently joins you in the small kitchenette and he deliberately crowds your space causing heat to blast your cheeks.

You shyly look up and are taken back a bit when he’s already looking at with with an intense gaze.

“Hi,” he smiles.

“Hi,” you mimic.

He grins at that before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. You lean further into his embrace and let out a sigh as Eddie’s hug works it’s magic.

He’s always been the best at calming you down.

Time slows down as he rocks you gently back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, you feel fatigue creeping into your senses but before you can fall asleep the oven timers shrill riiiiiing has you jumping out of his hold with an alarmed shout.

Eddie quickly shuts it off before grabbing your shoulders and massaging the tense muscles, allowing you to take your time in coming down from your fear.

You take your pizza to Eddie’s room and watch in relative silence while a movie plays in the background, huddled in close to the warmth of the metalhead.

By the time you’ve finished eating and the food has settled in your stomach you can feel yourself start to drift off, you’re slightly aware of Eddie saying something, though for the life of you you can’t imagine what he said, as he manhandles you into a lying position underneath his covers.

-x-

He shuts the tv off surrounding you both in complete darkness. Eddie watches as you turn to face the wall in your sleep before sidling up behind you and pressing himself flush against your back.

Eddie waits patiently for your breathing to even out before giving you a gentle shake, when he’s sure you’re dead to the world he allows himself the opportunity to indulge in a few of his selfish needs.

He presses his erect cock against the soft swelling of your ass before tucking your hair between your neck and shoulder, fully exposing the nape to him.

He leans in and attaches his lips to the skin before sucking a dark bruise into a spot he’s sure your hair will cover. You let out a soft sigh in your sleep causing his to drive his hips forward.

He lifts your shirt, revealing your panties before he pulls his cock from his boxers, he grinds his member against the soft material of your underwear repeatedly before reaching around and flicking your clit over the thin fabric.

You subconsciously seek out his touch as you move your hips slightly forward and he groans against the bruise on your neck.

When he feels on the verge of his climax he regretfully pulls away and quickly tucks himself back into his boxers before continuing to grind against you, if he cums on you it could ruin things.

When he cums it’s quick and not as satisfying as it would be if he got to do it inside you but that time will come.

Your subconscious keening turns into small whimpers as he pulls his fingers away, denying your orgasm. He needs you wanting for more.

-x-

When you wake up it’s due to the light peeking from the curtain directly into your eyes, usually Eddie closes the blinds completely but he must of forgot.

You let out a small sigh, memories from last night flooding your mind but instead of feeling fear you feel silly, why would a murderer be after you?

In the light of day you feel much braver, you also feel more well rested then you have in a long time.

When you readjust your position, your arm getting a little sore and numb from laying on it in a weird angle, you notice two things:

One: your hands, knees and muscles are stinging from the fall yesterday.

Two: you’re very aroused right now.

Every move of your thighs cause a burst of pleasure to pulse through your clit. You silently groan when you feel your damp panties sticking to your wet folds.

Eddie is pressed so tight against you he’s like a second skin, this was all usual behaviour from the older man, as soon as he’s asleep he’s like an octopus all limbs pulling you close and suctioning you to him.

Not that you minded of course.

You turn and bury your head in the pillow to drown out the light and hopefully fall back asleep but unfortunately once you’re up, you’re up.

It’s surprisingly not long before Eddie groans and slowly ascends into the waking world, he usually wakes up around midday.

He sleepily presses a kiss to your neck, unbeknownst to you it’s over the spot he bruised last night, and you swallow back a small mewl at the feeling of his soft lips.

“Mornin’,” he’s voice is deep and croaky but it makes you clamp your thighs shut, already dealing with a mass of hormones and he’s not helping.

“Morning,” your tone is more soft.

You end up staying in bed lounging around for a few more hours, slowly allowing your bodies to get up on their own before the grumbling sound of your stomachs ruin the serene atmosphere.

Eddie grabs two bowls from the cupboard and begins filling them with cereal as you walk into the living room and turn on the tv.

Loud noise instantly fills the room, scaring both you and Eddie as he drops the spoon into the bowl with a clank, and you rush to turn it down.

A red banner runs across the screen as the news reporter continues with their story.

TEENAGE GIRL FOUND DEAD IN HER HOME THIS MORNING. SECOND VICTIM IN HAWKINS

You let out a gasp and fall back on the couch, hand over your mouth as you listen to the report.

“The young girl was found this morning by her parents, police have finally decided to release a statement.”

The screen switches to Jim Hopper, Chief of Hawkins Police, standing in front of a crowd of reporters.

“It’s with a heavy heart that we confirm the victim was Carol Perkins,” Chief Hoppers gruff voice causes a shiver down your spine, “her parents were out of town and she was spending the night with her boyfriend.”

“Where is her boyfriend now?” A unseen journalist calls out.

“As of this moment, Tommy Hagan, is missing.” Hopper states.

“Is he a suspect?”

“Should we be worried these murders will continue?”

“Is this a serial killer?”

You watch as Chief Hopper is bombarded with questions, his sneer is becoming prominent as irritation builds.

Before he can answer the tv goes dark and you sit up in alarm, Eddie stands besides you with the clicker in hand and is wearing a frown.

“Enough of that,” he tuts, handing you a bowl, “it’s too early in the day.”

You go to complain but he gives you a stern look and your mouth snaps closed.

My god, Carol, she was horrible to a lot of people in school, you included, but you don’t know if she deserved this.

Eddie joins you on the couch after retrieving his bowl of Mr. T cereal, you eat in tense silence as the report plays over and over in your head.

After breakfast you head back into Eddie’s room and get dressed for the day, Eddie waits for you to exit his room before he gets dressed himself.

“Can you take me home?” you ask the metalhead as he enters the living room.

“Are you sure?” The look he gives you is skeptical but you nod.

“Yeah, I’ve had time to think and I probably overreacted a little bit,” you nervously chuckle as you scratch your arm.

Eddie eyes you warily but doesn’t say anything, he just shrugs and picks up he keys before walking you to the door.

When you arrive home a bit of fear hits you but you push it down.

“Want me to come in and check the house?” Eddie’s offer is sincere but there’s that same hint of something in his voice that Steve had.

Disbelief? Condescension? Playfulness?

You shake your head and smile at his offer regardless before opening the car door and slipping down to stand on the pavement.

“I’ll call you when I get home, kay?” Eddie smiles and you nod.

“Okay,” he give him one last reassuring smile before heading up to your front door and unlocking it, Eddie doesn’t leave until you’re inside.

-x-

When he arrives back at his trailer Steve’s car is parked out front, the boy nowhere to be seen.

Eddie enters the trailer and smirks at the man who is tiredly slumped against the couch.

“Carol?” Eddie scoffs, “I thought you were going after her little red-headed friend, Nicole?”

He goes to the kitchen and pulls out two cans of beer before walking back over to Steve and offering him one.

“I was but when I went to fill up on gas Tommy and Carol were there being dicks so I thought ‘why not push them up the list?’” Steve presses the cold can against his face where a bruise is forming.

“What happened?” Eddie asks as he cracks open his beer.

“Tommy,” is all he says with a grimace.

“Speaking of,” Eddie takes a large gulp of the low percentage alcohol, “where is he?”

“At the moment he’s in the large furnace at Brimborn Steel Works,” Steve huffs a chuckle, “his car is ditched behind the factory.”

“Well hopefully it’ll keep the cops busy for a while,” Eddie nods.

They sit in silence as they drink their beers, both of their minds on you.

“How was she?” Steve asks when he crushes the can.

“Spooked,” Eddie grins, “very clingy.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a smirk, “she go home okay?”

“She seemed better this morning although the news report effected her,” Eddie stands with his own crushed can in hand, “when she got home she looked like she saw a ghost.”

He makes his way over to the phone, momentarily forgetting he promised to call.

“I can’t wait anymore, Eds,” Steve groans.

“Me either,” the metalhead agrees.

“Tonight then?”

“Yeah, tonight,” they share a dark grin between them as Eddie dials your number.

-x-

You made yourself busy throughout the day, cleaning and washing before calling both Nancy and Robin.

You asked if they wanted to hang out or do something tonight but they had plans to go out on a date, they had offered you join them but you’d rather not be a third wheel.

Your scrapes have healed better over night, there’s a slight sting every now and then but it’s minor. Your muscles ache more then your scrapes and your wrist still smarts.

Eddie called this morning only to tell you he’s home which you appreciated, he said he’d call back later.

You need to go out shopping but you’ve bunkered down your house and you don’t want to leave the safety of its confines, especially when it’s so late in the day.

You sit on the couch and put on a movie to pass the time, making sure almost every light is on in your house. The movie is a comedy, in fact all the movies you have piled up next to the vcr are comedies.

You let out a small shudder as rain starts to pelt against the tiling of the room, forgetting entirely about the storm that was approaching.

You turn the volume up on the tv and snuggle closer into your blanket, you look over to the kitchen window, the living room and kitchen were joined, and you can see the sky turn dark from the clouds through the slips in the curtains, it almost seeming like nighttime instead of afternoon.

Halfway through your second movie the warmth from the blankets and the rain lulls you into a restless sleep.

Rain was like a sleeping pill to you, always succeeding in making you drowsy and that paired with the coziness of your blankets managed to send you off to sleep every time.

You wake up to a crack of thunder that you swear shakes the house, you curse yourself for falling asleep, even though it wasn’t that long if the movie that’s still playing is any indication. The house is still lit up like a Christmas tree and that helps still your racing heart.

You can no longer hear the tv over the raging storm outside but you’re content to just watch the images flick across the screen. You move to check your answering machine to see if you missed a call but to your disappointment it’s empty.

Checking the analogue clock on the wall you do a double take, 8:05? When you fell asleep it was still early evening, barely 6:00 and the movie was already half way finished. This being one of your favourite movies you know it’s not that long.

You check your watch just in case the one one the wall stopped but no 8:06. Your blood runs cold as you pick up the clicker and check the volume on the tv.

VOLUME 0

Just as the horrifying realisation hits that you’re not alone the power cuts out and your thrust into complete darkness.

You let out a terrified screech before slapping your hands over your mouth, you try to listen but the storm outside is covering any and all sounds.

Your head snaps around the room, eyes darting to survey the area but they haven’t adjusted to the darkness yet so you can’t make out anything.

You squeeze your eyes shut and and try to force them to adjust before snapping them open.

You let out a scream when you see a shadowy figure standing in the corner of the room and you instantly jump from the couch and run to the kitchen, unfortunately your ankle tangles in the fabric of the blanket and you trip to the floor for the second time in the span of twenty four hours.

You let out a shriek as the figure starts walking towards you, clearly at a leisurely pace finding amusement in your predicament, you kick your legs forcing the blanket away before jumping to your feet.

Unluckily for you the intruder is now right there and harshly shoves you until you collapse back onto the floor.

You let out a scream of terror as you try to crawl backwards but you don’t get far before you’re hitting something solid behind you, you look up and let out a whimpering cry as another dark figure looms over you.

While your attention is on the the second man, the first kneels to the ground before grabbing your ankles and sliding you until you’re lying flat against the floor.

You struggle against him as he straddles your thighs but he’s much larger and stronger then you and all it’s doing is wearing you out, but you continue to push at his chest regardless.

You abruptly stop your movements when he pulls out a knife, you can’t see it properly in the dark but you can make out the outline.

You whimper out in fear but the rain muffles your sounds as the man on top of you brings the knife down, using the back of it to trace a line down your cheek.

The tip of the knife follows the tear tracks down your face to your jawline before pulling the cold metal back.

You jump underneath him when the second guy, completely forgotten by you, flicks on a torch. You squint and shut your eyes as the light is pointed directly in your face before it’s placed on the side table beside you, the torch illuminating a small part of the room.

You blink a few times and feel a new wave of fear wash over you at the lifeless mask that stares down at you, when you risk a quick glance at the man above you is wearing an identical mask.

The second man grabs your arms, even though you weren’t struggling anymore, and restrains them against the cold floor with his hands, warm leather rubs against your forearms and you let out another sob at the burning in your sprained wrist.

The first man brings the knife back to your face and scrapes the metal up your cheek to gather your tears on the blade before moving it to his face, he uses his spare hand to lift the bottom of the mask and makes a show of licking the blade clean of your salty tears.

You cry harder as you hear them laughing over you and you start to struggle again when the first man brings the knife to the collar of your shirt and starts to cut.

A sharp slap is delivered to you face and it causes your head to snap to the side with the force of it making you momentarily give up the fight.

There’s a ringing in your ears and your cheek burns but you try to regain your focus, by the time you do your shirt is in complete tatters and it’s thrown aside exposing your naked torso to the men.

You begin to cry in fear and pain as the second man rests his knees on the palm of your hands, successfully remaining to restrain you, as he cups your chest.

Your hands start to lose feeling with the weight of him but that’s the least of your concerns as he starts to fondle your breasts. The first man continues to cut away your clothes as the second pinches your nipples cruelly between his fingers and pull them until there’s a sharp pain and you have to arch your back to try and lessen the sting.

He lets go but immediately cups the squishy flesh in his palms before pushing your tits together and shaking them to watch them jiggle, clearly enjoying himself.

You’re terrified and humiliated at the treatment your receiving and it only gets worse as your lower half is finally exposed to everyone.

The men once again share a dark chuckle between them as the first guy cups your pussy. You try to move back but you’re completely and utterly restrained by the two and any movement just causes his hand more firmly against you.

The leather from his glove emits a strange feeling, and you instantly hate yourself when you feel your clit throb in interest.

When the first guy pulls his hand away he looks at the glove before laughing and showing the second man, you feel your face burn in embarrassment at the obvious shine to the material.

The first man slides back a little to get a better view of your pussy before grabbing your thigh with his spare hand and spreading you open more.

You start to struggle again, his new position giving you a little more room to fight but he rears his hand back and brings it down harshly on your clit, the smack loud enough to be heard around the room.

You cry out in pain as he cruelly takes the swollen nub between his thumb and index finger and pinches, you know this is a warning and you nod your head hoping to convey your compliance without words.

He thankfully releases his hold and you choke out a sob at unbearable pain between your legs.

He rubs over your clit but it does nothing to smooth the sting but with his other harsh treatments you don’t believe that was his intention.

He pulls his hand away briefly but before you can react he’s shoving three fingers into your tight hole, you let out a strangled sound mixed between a sob and a groan. You hate yourself at how wet you are, there was barely any resistance as he slammed inside you.

He starts an unforgiving pace, thrusting his fingers down past the knuckle, curling his fingers in a come hither motion before pulling out almost entirely and repeating the action.

You thrash your lower half trying to get him to stop but as much as you fight it your body is responding to his touch.

The second man is still obsessively playing with your tits, pulling and flicking the nipples before pinching bits of fat around the areola and creating small, dark, crescent shaped bruises around the skin.

As the rain softens down to a gentle pat pat pat against the tiles of the roof it’s more obvious of what’s happening.

The squelching of your pussy starts to fill up the newfound quiet of the room along with your whimpers and sniffles.

The second man moves back slightly but pulls your arms taught so they stay beneath his knees, you can’t feel you hands now and you’re positive that your knuckles will be bruised and bloody by the end of this, not to mention how worse your sprained wrist will be.

He leans forward and you have to turn your head to the side otherwise you’d suffocate in the thick material of his hoodie, you let out a garbled gasp, your throat filled with a a thick layer of mucus from all the crying, at the wet heat that envelops your nipple.

The second man must have lifted his mask as he sucks your nipple into his eager mouth. You hiss as he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak before he takes a mouthful of your breast in his mouth, nipple included as he starts to suck hickies into the skin.

As Guy #2 makes out with your tits, full on slobbering and moaning into the curves of your chest, Guy #1s movement pull away completely.

You let out a relived sigh, but a tiny tiny part of you is disappointed at the loss. The relief is short lived as he gently pushes Guy #2 back, who reluctantly pulls away, before pulling the glove off his right hand and bringing it to your face.

Your cheeks are soaked with tears and you have mucus and phlegm around your nose from how hard you’ve been crying but that doesn’t deter Guy #1, instead he runs his hand over your face, gathering the moisture before bringing it down to his cock, you didn’t even realised he had pulled it out.

He coats his length in your fear, pumping a few times as he watches your chest, covered in bruises and fingernail marks, rise and fall.

The only warning you get is when he nods to the man behind you before he’s manhandling your thighs and he’s forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, you do so begrudgingly.

He slips into your heat with no resistance and starts a quick pace. You close your eyes and breathe out of your nose, furious with the moans building in your chest.

Guy #2 pries your mouth open and shoves two fingers into the wet cavern before thrusting in time with Guy #1. You clamp down on his leather clad fingers and he lets out a shout, more in shock then pain, the gloves are pretty thick, before he reaches down with his right hand and wrapping it tightly around your neck.

He tightens his grip and you let go of his fingers with a choked whine, kicking your heels against Guy #1 as your eyesight goes splotchy at the lack of air.

He lets go out your throat but keeps his fingers in your mouth as you choke and fight to gulp in air around his digits but to no avail, you suck in just enough air to keep you conscious but at the moment you don’t know whether that’s a good or a bad thing.

You hear Guy #1 laugh as he picks up his pace, each movement causing your back to rub uncomfortably against the carpeted floor, creating a burn across your underside.

Guy #2 shoves his fingers deep into your mouth until they’re rubbing against the back of your throat, you start to gag as you feel bile build up but before you manage to vomit he pulls his fingers out completely. You suck in large breaths of air and it causes you to become light headed.

You sniffle as a fresh wave of snot gathers at the base of your nose and tears slide down your face into your hair.

As you try to recuperate Guy #2 unzips his jeans and takes his cock out, you’re brought back to the moment and he moves forward so he’s almost kneeling over your head.

You let out a whimper of dread looking at the large cock above you, there’s no way that thing could fit in your pussy so you doubt you could fit it in your mouth. It was not only long but it was thick.

Guy #2 visibly preens at your stunned and slightly fearful reaction, he pushes his jeans until they’re below his knees gathered around his ankles before he brackets your head between his thighs.

His knees are no longer restraining your hands but they’re so stiff and sore you can’t bare to move them.

He snaps your head back until you’re basically looking upside down between the inside of his legs, his heavy balls rest on the bridge of your nose as he starts to push his cock into your mouth.

Unlike Guy #1, he decides to take his time, probably worried you might bite down onto his dick in reflex if he rushes.

You slacken your jaw and open it as wide as you can as he pushes in, inch by inch until the tip is nudging against the back of your throat.

You think back to the advice Nancy had given you one time when you were talking about past experiences.

“When you feel like you’re going to gag, swallow around the length,” she giggled at your facial expression, “Steve was really big and it took some time to learn but eventually I became a pro, just remember a few simple things:

-practice with your fingers or toothbrush

-when you feel like gagging breathe through your nose

-pinch the skin between your thumb and index finger

-humming can also work”

You remember feeling a little jealous of Nancy basically rubbing it in that she used to fuck Steve but now you’re thankful for the tips.

You swallow around the head as it pushes past your gag reflex and squeeze the skin between your thumb and index finger, miraculously it actually works.

Guy #2 lets out a grunt that sounds almost familiar but before you think more on that his pelvis is hitting your face as he bottoms out in your throat.

You feel thick saliva starting to build up in your mouth as your airway is cut off, you let out a choked groan as you try to slap him but your hands are still too sore to move.

Thankfully he pulls back and you cough around the length as spit dribbles from your mouth. He gives you barely any time to recover before he pushing all the way back in.

The rain has started to pick up just as the men start to get louder with their moans of pleasure. You squeeze your eyes shut and keep going over Nancy tips in your mind, it gives you a brief reprieve from your situation.

Every time Guy #2 bottoms out he cuts your air off, you feel his cock throb and twitch as your throat constricts around him. He lets out debauched moans every time you hum and swallow around his length.

You swear he sounds so familiar but your mind is extremely hazy and you can’t make heads or tails of anything right now.

You feel someone’s fingers press down against your neck, they both let out depraved moans at the obvious bulge in your throat.

He pulls his cock completely out and you cough around nothing, you’re starting to feel the dull throb of a migraine approaching as you gasp for air, you spit the excess drool comprising of a mix of his salty precum and your saliva out of your mouth and if you weren’t so exhausted you’d retch at the warm sticky feeling of it sliding down your cheek and neck and into your hair.

Guy #1 has quickened his pace back up, he had slowed it to to watch as you were throat fucked. Your insides are rubbed raw, first from the harsh treatment of the leather gloves and now from the repetitive motions of his dick against your sensitive walls.

You can only manage to whimper as he rubs a finger over your abused clit, all the fight drained from your body.

Guy #2 jerks his cock over your face, his hand occasionally grazing your forehead and nose at the quick motion as he watches the cock of Guy #1 penetrate your pussy.

He lets go of his cock suddenly and snaps your head back to its previous position before quickly sheathing his cock all the way back down your throat.

With barely any warning on his onslaught you weren’t able to prepare and you start choking and retching around his cock. He ignores your struggles as he leans forward, the new angle almost dislocating your jaw, he comes almost face to face with your pussy and can’t help but suck the little red nub between his lips.

You scratch and claw at either of the guys, slapping the ground violently as your vision starts going hazy and panic starts to set in. You’re completely ignored and without realising how close you were your orgasm rips through you like a tsunami. You were so preoccupied with everything else happening that you couldn’t even imagine cumming.

Both pain and pleasure from your orgasm shoots through every inch of your body and that mixed with the lack of airflow has you slipping into unconsciousness.

The last thing you hear before passing out was simultaneous groaning coming from the men followed by curses.

-x-

Once Eddie and Steve fuck you to completion they realise that you’re not moving.

“Fuck, pull back!” Eddie curses as he pushes Steve’s shoulders.

He immediately pulls his softening cock from your mouth, his member twitching slightly as some of his cum slides out with it, but his main focus is your health.

“She better not be fucking dead, Steve,” Eddie’s voice is slightly panicked as he watches Steve turn your head on the side.

He checks your pulse and lets out a relieved sigh, “just passed out.”

They both slump back in a relaxed postures, throwing the masks to the side as they watch your chest slow down to a normal pace. Your body is covered in sweat and bruises and they both smirk at their handy work.

Steve moves to do his jeans up and Eddie follows his lead before moving more to the side. Steve takes Eddie’s previous position between your legs before leaning down and sucking the metalheads cum out of your pussy.

He smiles against your folds as he feels your walls twitch and flutter around his tongue. Eddie moves to slot his mouth against yours, he lets out a little sound of disappointment at your lack of response before he decides to forgo the kiss and just lick Steve’s essence out of your mouth. He doesn’t get much seeing as Steve fucked most of it down your throat already but he does get a decent amount.

When he pulls back he holds the cum on his tongue and waits for Steve to finish, Steve had the same idea as Eddie as his mouth is filled with yours and his shared cum.

They lean over your unconscious body and press their open mouths together, tongues instantly meeting in the middle to swap around the mixed body fluids until they both have a taste of all three of you in their mouths.

When they sit back Eddie spits some remnants into your open mouth, watching as your throat sleepily swallows it down.

Steve stands from the ground with a grunt before stretching, his muscles start to pop and click and he lets out a groan at the pleasant feeling.

They lay you on the couch then go about collecting some final things of yours, making sure it doesn’t look like you’ve ran away.

Eddie comes back over to your sleeping form with a syringe and two empty blood bags in hand, they’ve been planning this for months, before he is removing some of your blood. When done he puts a little band aid over the small red mark and helps dress you in nice pair of pyjamas.

He hands one of the bags to Steve who then uses it to spread blood around the living room and your bedroom while Eddie starts to trash the rooms making it look like a struggle broke out.

When finished and the house is in a state that is familiar to the other crime scenes, Steve picks you up and cradles you against his chest with care and Eddie throws a thick blanket over your back to shield your from the harsh drops of the rain before making their way to Eddie’s van.

“Okay, let’s go over the plan one last time,” Steve sits in the back of the van with both you and Eddie.

“We go to Brimborn Steel works,” Eddie explains as he pulls out another syringe with a tinted blue liquid, “you take Tommy’s car and drive it out of town before ditching it in the woods,” he continues as he inserts the needle into the vein in your left arm, “you spread blood across the car and in the boot and then we go back to your place.”

Once the syringe is empty he caps it and chucks it aside, the anesthesia should keep you knocked out for the rest of the night.

“Good, let’s go.”

Eddie hops in the front and Steve remains in the back, absentmindedly stroking your hair. Steve’s parents are… no longer in the picture… in a few weeks he will receive the inheritance and neither he or Eddie will have to worry about much.

There’s an old storm cellar underneath the pool shed that they’ve converted into a makeshift room. They cleaned it out and put in a nice bed and a dresser, there’s even a separate bathroom with a small shower stall. When they know you’ll be good they plan on running an extension cable into the cellar so you can watch movies.

Yes. Their plans were all coming together now.

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