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Cyclone x Mavsdaughter 4

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Your head snapped to the side as you heard your daughter's voice. You watched as Penny called for her to stay on the deck. But Emery was a daddy's girl at heart, and no one ever could stop her from getting to Beau. Your body tensed as Beau crouched down to scoop her into his arms. You could feel the shock in the group around you. Could hear the whispers of “Daddy?” And “What the fuck”. That last one came from Rooster you knew. Emerys voice cut threw the panic though “Mommy! Look Daddys here!” 

Beau looked at you and even with his sunglasses on you knew he was looking at you with sympathy. He knew this isn't how you wanted anything to come out, but life was pretty cruel. “The better question is why you're here little lady.. Why aren't you at school?” Beau asked as you got closer to him, having broken away from the group. You answered and told him it was canceled, trying to ignore the glare Maverick was giving you as you stepped next to your little family. 

Beau leaned down and kissed your forehead, resting his free hand on your hip as he looked at the group of aviators over your head. Javy and Jake looked unsurprised, because Jake already knew, and what Jake knew Javy knew. Nat, Hondo, Bob, Payback and Fanboy all looked confused. The others had run off to play on their own, not being part of the group in the same way. But when his eyes landed on Rooster, he could see the pure anger rolling off the man. One that he desperately wanted to shield you from, but didnt know how to.

When he pulled back, he could see tears in your eyes. At this moment you weren't Captain Simpson, his strong beautiful wife. You were the girl he watched stand at your tap out ceremony alone. The one who cried when a random woman came and tapped her out. The girl who refused to believe for the longest time that he was even remotely interested in her. The one he didnt see again until you entered Top Gun. The one who had to rebuild herself with the help of himself after being left by not only her father, but her best friend and first love. He wasn't happy to see the sadness and vulnerability in your eyes. 

“If you want.. You can invite them over, I'll call Solomon, I'm sure they will watch Em for the night so we can all talk..” Beau said, moving his hand from your hip to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You nodded but didn't make a move to do anything, so he sighed and kissed your forehead again. “Go home, I'll meet you there.” You didn't look back as you kissed Emerys cheek and told her to be good for her uncle. Practically running to your jeep before speeding out of the parking lot. 

Beau sighed again, setting Em down “Baby go get your stuff from Penny and say thank you. You're gonna go stay with Uncle Solo for a while ok?” The little girl nodded and talked animatedly about her uncle's dogs for a moment before running to get her stuff. Cyclone turned and let himself fall back into work mode in a nanosecond as he looked down at Maverick. The shorter man was glaring at him in a way that he assumed was supposed to be intimidating, but he was nowhere near scared.. Like at all. 

“I'll text you our address.. You can show up in an hour and we can all talk like adults. Or not, it doesn't really matter to me. But this is probably your last chance to have a shot at being in your daughter or granddaughter's life.. So choose carefully Maverick.” 

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Thirty minutes later the squad was following Mavericks bike as they passed through a clearly gated community. The security guard waved them on, having already received a call from Beau and watched sadly as you pulled through crying. You were both highly respected members of the community and he hated seeing you upset. The gps led him into the driveway of a gorgeous 2 story Crosby style home. Phoenix gasped as she and Bob got out of her car and commented about how it looked custom. Even from the outside it was clear the home was both lived in and taken care of. Your jeep was parked in the open 4 car garage, waiting for Beaus truck. Three bikes, one that was clearly for Emery, a pogo stick, skateboard, roller blades and a handful of other toys were leaned against the far wall. 

Rooster didn't know how to feel about any of this. He couldn't see past his anger. Anger that you had moved on and he hadn't. That some rather large part of him always thought you would just be waiting on him. He was mad that Emery had dark hair, but it didn't have the golden brown color his did, it had the deep chocolate brown that Beaus did. That her eyes were green instead of brown. That her last name as well as yours were Simpson instead of Bradshaw. 

Deep deep down he knew he had nobody to blame but himself, and maybe a lack of therapy but mostly himself. But he couldn't stop looking at this huge house and comparing it to the bungalow his parents had left him. His was a nice home, but this was immaculate in comparison and it only made his anger hotter. When they stepped inside he took in the huge wood doors and the stone floors clicked against everyone's steps. While everyone besides Maverick ooh and ahhed over how absolutely breathtaking the home was, he just watched you. 

They all followed you down the hall, looking into a huge living room with a 70 in TV and a large wrap around couch. Then an equally as beautiful kitchen and dining room, before they entered a billiards room. All the guys making comments about wanting to play as they stepped back outside and fell silent again. You had led them to the private deck out back. It has multiple seats and tables scattered around it. But it was clear you wanted them to sit at the long one with 10 or so seats. Phoenix and Hondo were busy gushing over the bird of paradise everywhere, while Javy was talking about the pool with a little waterfall and hot tub. 

They didn't notice when you crossed the deck and stepped into sliding glass doors and dropped thick curtains, but Mav and Rooster did. When you walked back towards them you nervously looked back over your shoulder, hoping to see your husband but he clearly isn't back yet. You didn't know but Solomon had met Beau at the car to take Emery. He was now speeding across the neighborhood to get back to you. He didn't want to leave you alone as much as you didnt want to be alone. You stepped back to the table and sighed, “I ah.. I ordered pizzas.. There's a fridge right here by the grill.. Its got beer and water if anyone wants some..” 

You tried to swallow past the thickness in your throat as a few of them got up and helped themselves. Jake almost felt bad when he noticed how nervous you were, and by the end of the night the guilt of wanting this to happen would be eating him alive. As he looked around his eyes watching the beautiful dark skinned man grab two beers, he wondered how he would feel if someone found out about him and Javy and outed them before they were ready. He thought about pulling you aside and apologizing but knew that would just make things worse. When everyone resettled you anxiously tapped your fingers until Hondo sat his hand on top of yours and squeezed. 

“I feel like a dummy.. I've known you were married for years and never thought to ask. It's shocking to me that it's Admiral Simpson of course.. But now that I think back I can see it.. He looks at you differently. Softer look, softer tone, I can't believe I never second guessed it.” He squeezed your hand again before pulling back, and him speaking seemed to be what everyone needed to start talking. 

Phoenix was next, “Yeah I obviously don't know you well but it is crazy to think of Cyclone as a husband.. Even more as a dad. He's just so stoic and domineering, I dont think Ive ever really pictured him having a life outside of work.” She pauses clearly contemplating something before speaking softer “Which now that I think about it is kinda shitty..” She had seen the way he held you, kissed your head and taken on a burden you clearly couldn't. The soft way he looked at both you and your child on the beach. How he smiled down at Emery as she ran to him. It was clear that there was a side to Cyclone they were not privy to. 

The others nodded in agreement as you smiled shyly. “Beau is.. Complicated I guess you could say. He very much has a work life and a home life and beyond me he likes to keep them separate. We try to not interact much at work, so that people aren't saying things..” You look at Hangman out of the corner of your eye and see him cringe a little. “It's also not widely known, clearly, that we are married. People see Beau as someone who's married to his job. Noone thinks of people like him as people who do things like go to their daughters soccer games and such. Between that and me not changing my name it's really only known in the higher ups. And since I don't get moved around a lot thankfully, it's not gossiped about.” Sighing you look down at the table and start picking at a spot before speaking quieter “It's mostly just talk about how people didn't realize Maverick had a daughter.. So that kept the spotlight off my marriage.” 

The group was silent again as they all turned to Mav who had an unreadable expression on his face. Rooster scoffed, not even trying to hide it behind a swig of beer as he looked at you. You just stared back at him, daring him to say what you knew he wanted to say. It only took a moment or two before he broke “So how long after you left did you wait before jumping into bed with a commanding officer? That's how you got out of Mav pulling your papers too huh.” Even though you were all outside, and the air was cooling off thanks to the setting sun and the fans on the overhang, it felt like it all had been sucked out. Nobody dared to move, or even blink as the two of you watched each other. 

“You left me Bradley.. You left then Maverick left. And not that it's anyone's business but I didn't not jump into bed with Beau-” Mavericks voice cut you off as he sighed and wiped a hand down his face “God it's weird to hear you call him that..” Anger was starting to roll under your skin as you looked at the two men who had clearly built an unspoken alliance to try and make you feel bad. The shitty thing was, it was working. These two men had broken you into tiny pieces when they left. Made you feel small, and unworthy as the dust settled. So no matter how angry you felt right now, pieces of that broken girl were starting to shine threw. 

“I call him by his name outside of work, because we are married.. And no.. Maverick didn't pull my papers because until the start of this mission he didn't even know I was in the Navy.. Ice knew, but I've always been second to you Bradshaw.. They weren't worried about me anymore because I suddenly had no attachments to you.” Bradley scoffed again, not believing at all that Mav didn't know. Maverick was offended and spoke again. “You're telling me Ice knew? Do you really think I wouldn't have been there for you had I known?” 

It was your turn to scoff, even if there were tears streaming down your face. “Ice knew I was an aviator, Slider was one of my Top Gun teachers the first time I was here. And yeah Maverick.. As a matter of fact, I know you wouldn't be there. Ice said you never once asked him to look for me after you guys up and left. So you don't know that I stood at my tap out ceremony and cried when one of my classmates' moms tapped me out. You don't know that I pushed BEAU away for almost a year because I thought I was unlovable because my dad left me. Who wants a girl who isnt even loved by her father?!” 

You were full on crying by this point, Hondo had leaned forward again and grabbed one of your hands. He had always had mad respect for your dad, but at this moment he was so angry at him. “I had to walk myself down the aisle. I've had to explain time and time again that ‘yes i'm the daughter of Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. No we are not the same. And No I can't tell him you said hi.. He hasn't spoken to me in almost 20 years.’ I got myself into flight school. For your information, Bradley, I didn't meet Beau officially until I was 26, YOU left ME when I was 17. So I waited almost ten years, sorry that wasn't good enough for you but what did you expect? Did you think that I would just be sitting around waiting to see if one day you would want me again?” 

Bradley was getting angry again, his mouth was saying things before his brain was even processing them. “Well I sure as hell didn't think I'd come back to find you married with kids.. I can't believe you sold yourself out to someone like him. Was it really the daddy issues like Hangman said? Pathetic.” The last word was whispered but everyone heard it. Phoenix aimed a kick at Bradleys knee that had him grunting in pain but not backing down. “What happened to ‘Forever and Always’, I know its from that stupid show you loved growing up but I thought we were end game. But no, you're just like your dad, lying to me and leaving.” Over Bradleys angry voice, nobody heard the front door shut, or the clicking of Beaus' shoes as he carried pizzas towards the deck.

You were so blown away by everything he said that you couldn't even respond, unfortunately that gave Maverick time to speak. “Past everything Bradley said, I can't believe you never reached out to me. You clearly had contact with Tom, you never asked him to ask me to call.. Never thought ‘maybe my dad will want to know I'm marrying someone who hates him?’ Never wondered if I would want to walk you down the aisle? Jesus.. You kept my granddaughter away from me!” 

You jumped slightly when he slammed his beer bottle down on the table. The rest of the group was glaring at the two men as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. You didn't know what to say, your dad was angry with you and you couldn't find the part of you who didn't care. The part that spent years telling yourself that you deserved to be happy. To move on from waiting for them to come back, that if they don't care neither do you. Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, boxes of pizza were unceremoniously dropped onto the table startling everyone again. 

No one around the table had heard Beau come in, but they could tell by the look on his face as he watched Maverick that he had heard everything. He turned and held his hand out to you, watching as you silently got up and grabbed it. Following him into the billiards room before he pulled the door shut behind him. Hondo rounded on Maverick as the rest watched Beau speak to you through the glass door. “Pete, I have always stood behind you but you are being an ass. This is 100% your fault. I didn't even know you had a kid before I met her! And I've known you her whole life! Get it together before I lose all respect for you!” 

 Hondos' rant was cut off by the door opening and closing again. Every single one of them swore they could feel a shift in the air, like all the air around them was suddenly circling. Cyclone was giving off the energy that earned him his name, but he promised himself he would try to contain the storm. Minimize the destruction, for his wife if nothing else. He wanted to see you happy again, like you were on the beach earlier. He knew how hard it was for you to hold back from those your own age. He also knew you did it as a way to protect yourself and your marriage. 

If no one got close to you, they couldn't use your husband's position against you. They couldn't use it for their own advancement, they couldn't hold it over your head or push for you to talk to him. You had made comments about how you also didn't want any young officers to find any reason to try and flirt with you. You didn't want to give off the wrong impression and hurt Beau, knowing that he was always worried about the age difference. It never occurred to you that your husband was more than confident in your marriage. Never once in the years since you had Emery had he ever worried about you leaving. 

Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson was a very confident man, not in the way Jake is, but in his own way. He's the type of man to buy you flowers because he saw them on his way home and thought they were pretty. He planned not only date nights with you, but daddy daughter dates because he always wanted Em to know how she should be treated. Cyclone is a firm believer in his children learning from the best, and when it came to being a man, and being a husband he was the best. Emery would never get a better mother or woman to learn from than you, and he strived every day to be your equal. Even if he would never believe that he was. 

“I sent Y/n to grab some towels and a case of extra swimsuits, I'm sure there's something that would fit you all.. After you eat your welcome to the pool or hot tub if you would like to stay.” Beau tapped his fingers on the table as he stood, looking around at the men and women at his table. His voice was hard as steel and cold as he spoke again, “But let me make this abundantly clear. This is MY home, mine and MY wifes. We have owned this home since before it was built, we brought our daughter home from the hospital to here.. And I will not in anyways tolerate you or anyone disrespecting her, not anywhere but especially not here. This place is meant to be her safe haven and I will throw you out on your ass before I let you even chip away at any of that safety.” 

Jake and Phoenix swore the hairs on their arms rose as he spoke. When he was done everyone but Bradley and Maverick nodded. “The two of you have done nothing but disrespect my wife time and time again. From before I even knew her, now unfortunately I can't go back and fix that, but I can't stop it from happening anymore. SO let's settle a few things, First and foremost” Beau held up one finger, resisting the urge to shove it into Rooster's eye as he spoke. “You, Lieutenant Bradshaw will talk to and treat my wife like she is one of your commanding officers, because she is. No amount of personal knowledge of someone, or time frame of friendship overrides that in the Navy. And son.. If you keep acting like you being her first love means you have some type of claim or hold over her, I will have you packing your bags and flying for American Airlines so fast it will make your head spin.” 

Everyone's eyes widened, this was an even newer side to Beau, one that he had never really needed to show. Phoenix, Hondo, and Javy were impressed. Jake and Bob were about to piss their pants. “You may have been her first love, Son.. But I intend to be her last.. And yes that's from said stupid TV show you were talking about earlier. It's called ‘The Vampire Diaries’ and ‘The Originals’. You may hold all her firsts, but I hold her bests, and her lasts, so I suggest you get over it quickly because I AM her FIRST and ONLY husband. The FIRST and ONLY father of her children, so it would be in your best interest to wrap that thick skull around that knowledge.” Bradley stared down at the table, his anger was still present but he could feel himself cooling off.. He just wanted to leave, try to sort all this out in his head before he talked to you again. 

Beau could see the gears turning in Bradleys head and decided he had given him enough. Now he turned to the only man he could truly say he hated. “You Maverick. Have been dangerous and irresponsible from the day you joined the Navy. Not only in how you fly but in the lifestyle you live. I can completely understand going out of your way to help raise your passed wingman's son. It was commendable that you tried to help him, even if you failed. However it is not commendable that you left your own child behind, what would the Bradshaws say if they knew that you haven't spoken to your daughter in 20 years? That you didn't know she was someone's wife? Someone's mother?”

Maverick didn't want to think about that, he tried not to as he kept listening. “You left and shattered a 17 year old girl, left her to fend for herself. To grow up herself. You didn't even know she joined the Navy but you knew Bradley did. You didn't even know where she was living.. IF she was living. You are the worst kind of parent and every single day Y/n proves that she is better than you in EVERY single way. From how she teaches at Top Gun, to how she raises our daughter. You can not like me all you want but you will respect my wife, your daughter or I will have you dishonorably discharged faster than your boyfriend can read. It will be done and signed before Iceman even has a chance to protest, do not play with me.” 

The two of them stare each other down, it was clear that Cyclone was not going to back down. “You can either grow up.. And try to be in your granddaughter's life or you can leave now. But if you leave right now the door will not open again.. With that being said, you are all welcome to stay or leave. At the moment I don't really care, I'm going to check on my wife and when I get back those who want to leave should probably be gone.”

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Who do think will stay and who will go?

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What do you want to happen next?

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Home for Christmas

Words: 4,049

Summary: Matthew falls ill just before the family Christmas bash, and thinks he's missed the entire thing. However, once he hears that his baby brother is sick, Alfred concocts a bit of a holiday surprise. —— this fic is a little late, but Merry Christmas, everyone, and here's to many more!

Warnings: langauge, talk of family during holidays, nothing else that I can think of.

Author’s note: a belated gift to a dear friend, @draw-a-circle-thats-the-compass

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For however many hundreds of winters Matthew Williams had endured in his home, be it in the warmth of an electric-heated home, or warding off frostbite in the untamed wilderness, he would never truly get used to the speed with which the solar night crept down from the pole. It was the dark especially that always sent spikes of dread into his bones, stealing away his warmth and setting pallor in his hands and feet, spreading chill upwards to his whole body.

This year, when he felt the frigid fingers of depression reaching through his chest with the 4:30 sunset, he mustered his willpower and on a spiteful whim bought tickets to Calgary. He had a seldom-used mountain cabin tucked away within the confines of Banff, and while he wasn’t sure the new park rangers still received the memo about him and his cabin during orientation, he was willing to invoke the Minister’s ire if it meant he could dust off his best skis and escape his mind on the slopes.

The cabin was just as he’d left it, and the radiators crackled their way to warm almost as soon as he turned them on. His wool blankets had a few new holes in them, but the quilts were warm and the fireplace clean, and he didn’t even have to replace any lightbulbs, not even in the groaning old icebox. His great snowy-white dog, Buddy, quickly found his favorite bear-fur rug and curled up by the fire, ready to dive into the snow alongside his human the next day.

It was only Matt’s luck that he woke up with a sore throat. He lived in denial for a whole day, basking in the perfect weather and flying down every slope he could get his skis on. But as the too-early sunset crept below the mountains, he began to realize he was swaying on his feet, and moreover, that he’d stopped sweating.

“Shit,” He huffed into his scarf. By the time he was back at his cabin, he could taste the fever on his breath.

Matt wasn’t sure what he’d managed to pick up on his journey westward, but whatever it was, be it cold or flu or covid or tuberculosis, within a few days it had him in a death grip and refused to let go. As he lie in bed, fever-dreaming his vacation away, the darkness grew and grew, and soon Matt felt himself falling into the well of despondency that refilled every winter.

Buddy kept him company, and he’d mustered the energy to call his Dutch beau, Jan, once or twice, but the fever had stolen his ability to tell time, and both times he’d spent about half of the call apologizing for waking him at two in the morning, and the other half repeating himself when Jan got lost in his feverish amalgamation of English and French. He had some anxiety-inducing number of unread text messages waiting for him in the corner of his phone, but reading was a doomed endeavor with his puffy, aching eyes. He watched whatever public tv stations still reached his ancient bunny-eared set, but ended up falling asleep nearly as soon as he sat down.

After some untold number of days, his fever broke, and while he was rationing the NyQuil he still had in his cupboards, he’d taken a full dose the first few nights after his fever and had been mostly comatose since. He’d been sound asleep on the couch one afternoon when his phone began to ring, buzzing loudly against the window sill just above him, until it vibrated its way fully off the sill and directly onto Matt’s head.

“Fucking putain,” he groaned and was shocked at how gravelly his voice came out. The offending device had fallen into his lap, buried somewhere in the folds of his blanket, still buzzing away. He fished it out and stabbed at the screen with squinted eyes, looking for the ‘ignore call’ button, but ended up hitting the ‘answer’ button instead. Only then did he see the caller’s name.

“...Mattie? You there?” asked Alfred from the other line. Matt sighed and sank back into bed, rubbing at the spot where his phone had hit, knowing it would be a lump by the end of the hour.

“Yeah?” he answered, trying to rein in his annoyance at being woken up.

“Holy shit bro, you sound terrible. Are you okay?”

“Sick,” Matt told him.

“Sick? I thought you were going skiing!” Matt closed his eyes, which made his head feel like he was spinning.

“I did. Skied. Got sick. Et voilà. ”

“Aww jeez Mattie. Do you think you’ll be good for our flight on Thursday?” Matt blinked.

“What flight?”

“...To London? Dad’s annual fussy Christmas bash, you know the drill.”

“That’s not until the 22nd.”

“...Matt, it’s December 20th.”

“What?” Matt’s voice cracked with his incredulity. “No, it’s… I got here on the 10th, it’s only been a couple of days, the 22nd isn’t until… I mean I don’t know when but it’s more than three days away.”

“Wait you think it’s only been—Mattie, how many days did you ski before you got sick?” Matt hesitated, embarrassed of the answer.

“One.”

“Oh my god,” Alfred sounded genuinely surprised, and it took him a moment to say, “ Matt, you’ve been sick for a week? And you still sound like this? You don’t still have a fever, do you?”

“No, it went away… I can’t remember.” Matt rubbed his face, and every inch ached. “Listen, it’s not December 19th, I swear, if you’re fucking with me–”

“Look at your phone.”

“What?”

“Look at the date on your phone.”

Matt did.

“Fuck,” he said, staring at the giant calendar date as though it would change if he stared long enough.

“Yeah,” Alfred’s voice was tinny away from his ear. Matt finally blinked and sank further under his blankets, and eventually brought the phone back to his face.

“You’re going to have to apologize to dad for me,” Matt said, “I thought it was… Jesus, I missed my flight back to Ottawa, shit.”

“Wait, you're still in Calgary?”

“Banff.”

“You didn’t leave the dog at home, did you?”

“No, he’s with me,” Matt could feel his voice getting more hoarse.

“Well that’s something. Man, you picked a helluva time to get sick, huh.”

“Apparently,” Matt wished he were comatose for all of this.

“Listen, slam some water—or gatorade, if you have it—and get some rest, okay? I know you’re feeding Buddy, but feed yourself too, alright?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Matt.”

“...I’ll try.”

“Good. Listen, I gotta go, but I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Don’t die.”

“I’m not going to die.”

“Glad to hear it. Gotta go. Love you, kiddo, feel better.”

Matt began to respond, but before he could finish, Alfred hung up. Matt watched his brother’s smiling icon disappear from the screen, leaving only the giant, damning calendar. Matt stared at it and sighed, heart sinking down through his bed and the cabin itself and into the frozen ground below. There was no way he’d be in shape to fly to Ottawa in the next three days, to say nothing of flying to Ottawa and then across the Atlantic to London.

Buddy, though far too large to be a lapdog, leapt up onto the couch draped himself across Matt’s body, crawling on his belly until he was able to nose the man’s chin, giving it a lick.

“Yeah I know,” Matt sighed, petting the dog’s soft ears and wishing it could make him feel better. “I guess I should tell dad.” The thought made his heart sink even further. “Uncle Alisdair was going to bring his homemade whiskey and everything. Even Aunt Bridgid agreed to go this year. But I guess it’s just,” Matt craned his neck to look over into his small kitchen. There was an old, half-empty bottle of whiskey and a small bag of miniatures he’d picked up while waiting on his flight. “…that, you, me, and whatever the fuck is left in the fridge. Merry fucking Christmas, eh?” Buddy whined, and licked Matt’s face again. He sighed.

“Yeah, me neither.”

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December 22nd came and went, and by the 23rd, Matthew was less sick than he had been, but still far from healthy. “I imagine Uncle Rhys has already played referee to five fights by now, what d’you think?” He asked his dog. Buddy sneezed. “You’re right, maybe only four.” Matt tried to imagine it; Alfred and Dad, probably, Brighid and dad, certainly. If they were drunk enough, Zee and Uncle Alistair would fight about who was the better skier. Jack wouldn’t hurt a fly so long as he had a beer or cider in hand, though Alfred was certain to seek out arguments for sport—Matt really wished he could get his brother to understand that most people didn’t view arguments as fun.

In past years, he’d spent weeks complaining to Jan about the chaos that accompanied his family’s holiday’s reunions. Now, left alone in a cabin with nothing but his dog, whiskey, and his own thoughts, he realized that he missed it dearly, in the strangest way.

“I’m going to sleep,” he told his dog, who was practically asleep himself. “Hopefully until the New Year.”

It was an ironic cruelty that it was more difficult to sleep while sick than while healthy. It was as if his body was in a civil war over whether it needed to be asleep and miserable or awake and miserable. So, when Matt finally fell into a deep sleep, the half of his body that preferred to be asleep and miserable fought tooth and nail to keep him that way. Unfortunately, someone was trying to break into his house.

It was actually Buddy who finally roused him. Though the banging on the door was difficult to ignore, Buddy’s frantic barking was even harder to ignore. Head pounding, Matt rolled himself bodily out of bed, taking half of the quilt with him. He dragged it behind him, half draped over him, as he trudged to the door. Behind the old white curtain hanging over the door’s window, there was an imposing, human-shaped shadow.

“Fucking park rangers,” Matt groused, and glared down at Buddy. “I thought I told you to remind me to turn the lights off last night.” Buddy barked at him, and Matt sighed. “Listen,” he unlocked the door and pulled on the handle, “I’m allowed to be here, call your superintendent, I’m sure they’ll—Alfred?!”

“Finally!” beamed his brother, clad in a designer parka and what looked like a home-made toque, “I was beginning to think you were dead, which you promised you wouldn’t be. Can I come in? Fucking freezing out here.”

Matt stared for a prolonged number of seconds before he blurted, voice cracking: “Shouldn’t you be in London?” Alfred looked affronted.

“While my baby brother is on his deathbed in the bumfuck nowhere, Alberta? No way!”

“Banff isn’t bumfuck nowhere, and I’m not dying.”

“Banff isn’t, but this cabin sure is, and I’m glad you’re not dying, now can I please come inside? I’m freezing my nuts off out here.” Matt stood aside, still processing the sight of his brother in the flesh. Buddy’s tail was wagging wildly as Alfred came inside, jumping at the chance to sniff the newcomer, dancing happily around the American in a way he did for no one else.

“You should be in London,” Matt said again, head aching.

“I wasn’t about to leave you here, you dumb fuck, jeez, it’s freezing in here, too.” Alfred cast a look down at Buddy. “You let him live like this?” a singular, insistent bark. “Ah, that tracks. Never was good at looking after himself.” He looked up back to Matt, shedding his mittens and shoving them into his coat pockets. “Alright, kiddo, let’s get you packed.”

“Packed?” Matt’s voice squeaked, and he realized even the small amount of talking he’d done with Alfred was killing his voice completely, “Alfred, I can’t go to London, we talked about this–”

“Who keeps talking about London? Not me—we’re going to my place. Idaho!”

“Idaho?” Matt’s brain took a while to buffer. “Wait, at your—”

“At my ranch? Yup!”

Ranch was not the word Matt would have used; Alfred was as rugged a rancher as any rancher alive or dead, but he also had what Matt could only refer to as a Kardashian sense of luxury, and enough money to blend the two lifestyles together. Matt realized all at once the expense Alfred must have spent to abandon the family Christmas, travel north, and prepare his Idaho mansion for his company. “Alfred, you don’t have to, really—”

“Dude, cut the apologies, I’ve broken like, at least four international laws to park my cessna out back, so get your shit and let’s go. No arguing!”

“You what?!”

“C’mon, we’re wastin’ daylight!”

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If Alfred weren’t already breaking laws north of the border for skipping customs, the FAA south of the border surely would’ve surely had complaints about the alterations he’d made to the rear seat of his plane. Where once there had been two passenger seats with requisite seatbelts and safety features, there was now a cozy, cot-sized bed with enough pillows and blankets for two king-sized beds. By the time Alfred had convinced Matt to “just get in the goddamn plane”, Buddy had already found the fluffiest pillow of the bunch and fallen asleep.

“Here, take this.” While the engines warmed up, Alfred leaned back to hand Matt a handful of gummies from the pilot’s seat.

“What is it?” Matt squinted at the candy.

“Delta 8 and melatonin,” Alfred said, replacing his specs with aviators and pulling on his headset. “Now make like your dog and sleep , kay? You look like you need it.”

Matt scoffed. “Thanks,” he said, and chewed the candy together. It was the last thing he remembered doing before Alfred shook him awake and gently informed him that they’d arrived in Bumfuck Nowhere—and it was actually bumfuck nowhere—Idaho.

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Matt had visited Alfred’s Idaho Ranch-Mansion plenty of times since it’d been finished sometime in the late 90s, and the mountain drive from the airport to the wide-windowed lodge was an unexpected source of nostalgia of birthdays, holidays, and drunken benders past. Matt hauled himself to the window once the familiar hand-hewn wooden fences appeared, squinting against the blinding snowy paddocks until the first blanketed horses came into view. Matt couldn’t help but smile, maybe the first smile he’d entertained since falling ill. Alfred’s horse herd was made up of innumerable bloodlines, nowadays, but at the center of their pedigree was the blood of some sturdy old Morgans Matt had gifted to him during his civil war. Alfred kept a book that traced their sires all the way back to their Canadian forefathers, and seeing the newest generations never failed to swell Matt’s heart. As if sensing what his brother was looking at, Alfred said,

“Bonfire foaled twins this year—really late, too, October. I can’t remember if I told you that.”

“Really?” “Yeah, both little stubborn shits too, probably why they both lived. I’ve got them up at the barn to keep warm.”

“What’d you name them?” Matt asked. Alfred grinned, uncharacteristically sheepish.

“Pumpkin and Sweet Potato.”

“Alfred, you have to stop naming them after food.”

“What?! It was October! They’re cute.”

As they pulled up the house, Alfred was still defending his food-inspired horse name choices when Matt spotted something strange in the driveway.

“Who’s car is that?” He asked, eyeing the plain white SUV parked to one side of the massive driveway.

“Oh, I forgot about that,” Alfred bent down to peer at the car. “They didn’t all fit in the Bronco, so I had to rent a car for ‘em.”

“For who?”

“I’ll explain later,” Alfred said, shifting the car into park. Matt didn’t miss the small smirk his brother tried to hide. Immediately, a knot of dread formed in his stomach. “Let’s just get you inside and situated, yeah?”

Alfred didn’t have to explain, because the moment he unlocked the front door, the familiar sounds of pointless arguments flooded his ears.

“-bloody fucking ridiculous,” said the very drunk, very Dad voice somewhere deeper into the house. On the doorstep, Matt froze halfway out of his shoes and shot a look at Alfred, who responded by smiling a bit wider, all-american dimples peaking through

“Well how about I conquer you for a century or ten and then I can tell you you’re ridiculous, you bloated fucken Gobshite! Oi, Jackie, back me up on this!”

“Is that aunt Brighid?” Matt asked, eyeing Alfred again. The American busied himself with physically helping Matt out of his boots.

“I have some slippers for you just inside—watch your step.”

“Oh shite, I think I hear someone at the door,” said a much closer, much more Australian voice, “I’ll be just a minute there, one second!”

“ Alfred how the fuck did you—” The door swung open in a rush.

“Save me,” begged a younger, freckled, brunette version of their father. The white puff at the end of his Santa Claus hat jumped when he did a double take at Matthew. His green eyes lit up like Christmas itself.

“Matt!” He greeted, smile spreading wide as the sun. “You look like shite, it’s so good to see you! Oi! You angry cunts!” he shouted over his shoulder, “Matt’s here!”

“What?”

“Oh, thank Christ. Matthew, come tell this woman—”

“You’ll not drag him into this! The bairn’s ill,”

“Are they,” Matt looked over at Alfred, who was still smiling like a smug bastard. “How did you—you’re—” He looked over at Jack, “I thought you were in London?”

“What?” Jack seemed honestly confused, glancing between Matt and Alfred. “Did the Yank seriously not tell you—” he gave Alfred a look, and upon seeing his smug expression, scoffed. “London was a wash this year,” he laughed, “Happy Christmas, mate, come on in.”

“How’d you get here?” Matt reiterated.

“Like I said,” Alfred piped up, pushing Matt towards the doorway. Looking down, Matt realized that, in his shock, Alfred had been the one to actually remove his shoes for him, “they didn’t all fit in the Bronco, so most of them got here by the last Grand Cherokee Avis had to offer. Go on, we’re letting the cold in.” Before Matt could step fully into the threshold, Buddy had bolted in between his legs, tail alert and wagging, eager to see the rest of the family.

“Buddy!” A feminine voice cried, “C’mere you big baby, say hello to auntie Zee,” a series of happy yelps followed, accompanied by drunken laughter.

“Well the dog is here,” Uncle Alisdair said in his loud brogue, “where’s the rest of the circus?”

“We’re here too,” Alfred said, walking behind Matt into the main living area.

“Och, there they are!” “Matthew, so good to see you,” Father looked genuinely happy to see him, soft smile creasing his eyes in the way that reminded Matt of the happiest parts of his childhood. “Come here, let me look at you.”

“Matt! Croeso ! What’s your poison? Mulled wine? Whiskey? Cider?”

“The bairn is sick, Rhys—”

“Alcohol never hurt anyone on Christmas,”

“Mary and all the saints, how have you lived this long—”

“Come over here and give us a hug, you muppets!” cried Zee, spreading her arms wide, a nearly-empty bottle of wine in one fist.

Matt was frozen in place, still coming off his melatonin and wondering if he was feverish again. He was dimly aware that his jaw was hanging open as he took in the gaggle of family packed into Alfred’s living room—dad, both uncles, Jack, Zee, even aunt Brighid. There were twinkling lights hung all around the vaulted ceilings and reflecting on the tall windows, a fresh-cut Christmas tree lit in the corner with a haphazard collection of presents and duty-free bags piled below, punch and whiskey and wine and beer stacked in disorganized bunches along the nearby bar counter.

“—sure he’s alright?” Zee was asking, when his ears decided to work again.

“He’s fine,” he heard Alfred say, and a warm hand rested on his shoulder. “He’s just a bit surprised.”

“You’re,” Matt said, looking around at them all, and everyone went quiet to listen to him. “You’re not. You’re meant to be in London,” Matt insisted.

“Nonsense!” Alisdair spoke up first. “We go to London every year, it was old enough a century ago, time for a change of pace.” He ignored it when Arthur glared at him. “‘Sides, you brother Money Bags over here promised he would take care of everything, else your dad wouldn’t have ever let TSA so much as look at his Christmas pudding—”

“ Alisdair,” Arthur hissed.

“You didn’t think we’d leave you alone, did you? On Christmas?” Jack was completely earnest when he said it. Seeing his baby brother’s face, and the faces of his ridiculous, loud, chaotic family, Matt suddenly found himself with watery eyes threatening to spill over.

“The kid’s on a few drugs right now, give him a little bit to recover,” laughed Alfred, arm around Matt’s shoulders. “He needs some rest. Come on, kiddo, let’s go get you set up in your—” Alfred paused and looked at their little brother.

“Jack, did you get your stuff—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack waved dismissively. “I moved rooms.”

“Awesome. Come on, kiddo, let’s get you in bed before you fall over.”

“We’ll be here when you wake up!” Rhys called.

“Unless we all have hangovers,” Zee amended, and she and Rhys laughed together. Alfred shook his head and led Matt to his usual room, the only bedroom in the house that had a heated bed.

“Upsy-daisy,” Alfred said, helping Matt up onto the cushioned mattress, pulling out the duvet before Matt sat on it and pulling it immediately over the younger man’s body up to his neck, cozy and warm.

“Hey, hey,” Matt hadn’t realized he’d let tears fall until Alfred was sitting on the bed beside him, brushing hair behind his ear and speaking to him softly in the way that had meant safe since he was a baby. “I wanted to surprise you, not incapacitate you, are you alright?”

Matt wiped his eyes, remembering his lonely cabin and the escape he’d been too sick to enjoy. Alfred’s house was warm and safe, and smelt of Christmas spices that harkened back to his earliest years. “Thank you,” Matt managed, gripping Alfred’s sleeve. “I don’t know how you—I didn’t think—” He sighed, feeling exactly how tired he was. “Thanks, Al.”

Al responded by wrapping him in a hug, warm and tight and safe and everything Matt needed to finally let himself rest. Over Alfred’s shoulder, he could see his dog sneak into the room, hopping up onto the foot of the bed.

“Get some good rest, okay? And don’t worry about anything,” Alfred said into his ear, bending down until Matt was lying back in bed. “We’ll all be here in the morning.”

“The fuck I did! It was your goddamned idea in the first place!” Alisdair’s bellow echoed down the hall and their brotherly moment broke so they could both whip their heads to the door to listen.

“My idea?!” countered their father, in the self-righteous tone that said he’d been at the rum punch a little too much that night, “The entire stupid thing was your doing, beginning to end!”

“You know,” came a third voice, “ I’m fairly sure that—” “Shut up, Rhys!” Shouted Alisdair and Father at once.

Alfred sighed. “Well, we’ll all probably be here in the morning. I’ll tell them to keep it down.”

“No,” Matt said, letting out a tired laugh. The bickering of his father and uncles blurred together in a familiar, lulling haze as sleep beckoned. “No, it’s okay. Merry Christmas, Alfred.” Matt was almost asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, mind’s eye filled with twinkling lights and familiar smiles, morphing into pleasant dreams of holidays past. He was still just awake enough to feel it when Alfred bent to kiss his forehead and brush a hand over his hair.

“Merry Christmas, Mattie. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

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To break away from CPI shows this is Daniel and the Dixie Diggers made by sally corp, this show has two variations known the quintet which is the photo on top with Scratchmo, Daniel T bones, Percy, Beau and Huck the bottom is a trio show with only Beau,Daniel,Scratchmo. quintets locations (Mark Twain’s Riverboat Playhouse - South Florida, Arizona Pizza Pizazz - Columbus, Ohio Pinocchio’s - Bountiful, Utah Station Alpha - Pikeville KY Dixie Dog Show Time - Phenix City, Alabama Paddlewheel - Lancaster MA Pizza/Roll on America - Groton, CT (ROA and paddlewheel are the same) Merlin’s Skateland (Merlins Magical Kingdom) - Salisbury, Maryland Paddlewheel Casino - Las Vegas Adventureland - Des Moines Iowa Hersheypark - Hershey PA Riverside Park - Agawam, MA Rusutsu Resort - Hokkaido JAPAN Sang Bang Wool - South Korea FunHouse - Delphos, Ohio Squirty Worms - Lima OH Food Pavilion - state fair TX Choo Choo Charlie’s - St. Catherines ON The unknown trailer show - MA) trio locations+ones below (Roller Kingdom / Kidz Zone ,Wild World)

11 of these trio shows (Oklahoma City OK, Greensboro NC, Charlotte NC, Austin TX, Mesquite TX, Clearwater FL, Tulsa OK, Memphis TN, Metairie/New Orleans LA, South Houston TX, North Houston TX)were put into Celebration stations instead of the Pantone/Woof show aswell as having Jethro P. hogg occupying them besides one show in Knoxville TN that had The rockin rascals which was basically the trio+Jethro retrofitted into Major moose, Calvin cat, Purcilla purr, and Hurricane hound. one of the bots from the Austin TX show is now owned by a fandom member known as wizbangs/Wizzy whos got him in working order. before he got him the show was sent to Clearwater FL which sat and was used for parts.

Then there is enchanted castles show it has its own history which will have a post dedicated to it but to make it brief enchanted castle had before down sizing its show a retrofitted quintet minus Percy

Prince,Lance and Godfrey

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If It’s Meant to Be

Pt. 8

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! 

Word Count: 3108

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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‘Silent as the grave’, would possibly be a good phrase to describe the car ride back to Y/N’s little house that was nestled so quaintly on a quiet street just outside of town... 

Or would it really be a good phrase if you think about it? Because honestly, there was plenty of noise all around them. Just like she would assume there would be in a grave, if one was buried that is. So maybe it was a good enough analogy? 

In the grave, it would be safe to say that you would hear the muffled sound of the cars as they passed by on the highway. You would maybe even hear the muffled mourning of a passing funeral procession further down the line of silent tombs. Outside there would still be birds singing. Dogs barking. The occasional bombing of a radio of a young, carless person they passed by, going on about their daily lives. There would be ‘noise’ all around, echoing into the empty, dark, tomb that held the carcass of the one that no longer lived here on this side of the universe. 

Sitting in that car was almost the same. There were noises. Cars flew by them on the highway. Dogs barked on the side of the road as their owners attempted to walk them. If the window was down, there would be the occasional bird singing. The car next to them at the redlight had a loud thump of a base that even shook her rearview mirror. But inside the car, inside this ‘grave’ of sorts, not a sound was uttered between the two of them as she drove closer and closer to home. It was just the echo of life going on about them into the dark place they both seemed to find themselves. So yes, she assumed ‘silent as the grave’ would fit the pair of them perfectly. 

The only sound that came from the passenger seat next to her in her little car, was the high-pitched wine that would slip past Beau’s very high defenses every time she stopped suddenly or hit a bump in the road. At first the sadistic side of her revealed in the fact that she caused him at least some measure of pain. A twisted payback if you will, for the pain he’d already caused her. But the more he did it, the more the Omega inside of her took pity on him, and she slowed her pace down to be more careful of the stop signs and bumps. At which point, the car’s interior became deathly silent, all but the sounds that were coming from all around them. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled up the small, concrete driveway that of her house, and put the car in park, her heart hammering so loudly that she was certain he could hear it, but when she looked over at him, sitting in the passenger seat with this head down, and his eyes shut tight, carefully breathing out of his mouth, she had a feeling that he could currently give a fuck just how anxious she was in that moment. Mostly likely, all he cared about was how much pain he was in. Which, honestly,  he had been shot, so that was kinda understandable. 

“Are you just gonna sit there, mouth breathing, or do you plan to come inside,” Y/N shot at him, doing her best to hide just how much she wanted to reach out and comfort him, putting up the same cold manners he’d given her. 

Beau looked at her then, and she had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from whining at the dead, pained look on his face. It was enough to make her feel guilty for snapping at him. 

She would have almost understood if he’d decided to bite back at her. But instead of arguing, or even making a snide remark, he just nodded as he hit send on the text message on his phone he’d typed up to Jenny, she was pretty sure it was something to do with pain medication he needed from the pharmacy, and she eternally slapped herself. She wanted to give him a dose of his own medication, but she didn’t mean to be THAT cruel. 

He didn’t give her time to say anything else to him, he just grabbed the door handle and manhandled the door open on the car, stepping out onto the driveway to wait on her. 

Way deep down in the back of her mind, she knew this was going to be harder than she wanted to admit, and maybe, just maybe, she should have taken him back to his trailer and just stayed with him there. She knew that her house would reek with her scent, and she knew Beau knew it too. Him still having signs of rut in his system wasn’t, being here would probably just make things that much worse. But honestly, she could not make herself step foot back in that trailer right now. 

Even though both of them knew these things, neither said a word to one another as she turned the key on her front door, and stepped inside with him right behind her. 

Her house was not a large one. One bedroom, one bathroom, with a small open kitchen and living room floor plan. It was all the rent she could afford when she came to Montana. Now, she wished that she would have at least splurged for the two bedrooms. 

“Where am I allowed to sit down?” Beau asked behind her, making her jump at the scratchy, tired sound of his voice. 

“Anywhere,” she answered, shaking herself out of the daze she had let herself slip into. She had a tendency to do that when she was stressed. She’d let herself slip away into worry. Which is exactly what she had just done. 

She watched him as he slowly made his way over to the couch and sat down slowly, grunting as he did so with the effort it took to move. She knew he was in pain, she wasn’t an idiot, and it made the Omega inside of her sway her for just a moment. 

Beau winced as he tried to remove the jacket from his shoulders, and out of reflex, Y/N moved to help him, when a deep, warning growl sounded so suddenly from him, that she damn near fell on her ass in sheer surprise. 

Beau seemed a little surprised by his own reaction, and stared at her, wide eyed, and mouth moving, but no words seemed to be able to come out as Y/N slowly backed away from him. 

She couldn’t decide if she deserved that reaction, or maybe if bringing him here was a really, REALLY bad idea, and this was the first sign of it. Maybe Beau wasn’t who she thought he was, maybe he was one of those Alphas that every mother everywhere warned her about. 

The air between the pair of them was so tense, and so thick, you could have cut it with a knife. Neither one of them could move. Y/N’s emotions were reeling at a thousand miles a second. She was more than a little upset if she were being truthful about the whole situation, and while she had been no saint to him, she had been pretty hurt by him from the beginning. Still, she didn’t expect him to become suddenly aggressive with her. If she would admit it, even to herself, his reaction to her even just touching his jacket was more than a little hurtful. It stung really. 

Beau stood slowly, careful with his movements because of his arm, and also, she was sure he could sense she was afraid of him. “Maybe it would be best if I just go and stay with Jenny—”

“And when you go into rut, and have to be hospitalized, who do you think will end up in jail Beau? They’re not exactly going to come after the Sheriff, but they will have no problem coming after a no name Omega like myself.”

Beau’s nostrils flared and his lips thinned out into a line, showing off dimples that did nothing but spell out his discontent in a cute fashion. Which she was a little too angry and hurt to focus on at that moment, but she was sure they’d come back to haunt her later. 

After a moment of consideration, Beau sighed heavily then sat back down on the couch to run his hand over his face harshly. 

“You don’t want me here, I was just trying to relieve you of me, that’s all.”

She opened her mouth to rebuttal him, but as soon as she did, the doorbell sounded. 

“That’s probably Jenny with your things,” Y/N said, her voice tight with frustration and hurt, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Beau. She didn’t give him any time to open his mouth again and hurt her any further, so she opened the door for a very concerned looking Jenny, who wasted no time to step inside with her full attention on Beau. So much so, that Y/N just stepped back and closed the door behind her for the tall blonde that hurriedly made her way towards the injured Alpha. 

“Jesus Beau,” she fussed as she knelt down in front of him, and Y/N tried not to let it show that she was suddenly nauseated. “You’re still covered in blood.” 

Y/N did not miss the judgemental tone in her statement, but said nothing, she suddenly felt very outnumbered in her own home. Like a third wheel in this whole situation. 

“Well, I kinda had to wait on you to get here before I can take this off, I doubt she would have anything that would fit me,” Beau quickly responded, letting Jenny help him lower the sling and lift the soiled shirt from his chest and over his head. Something that his Omega should be doing, not Jenny. Y/N had to bite down hard on the inside of her check, the urge to tell the Alpha to get the fuck out of her house was suddenly almost overpowering, and the slap to the face that Beau was basically letting her strip him in the living room, when he woudln’t even let her take off his jacket fucking hurt. 

Here she thought that Jenny was trying to force them together. Now she felt like she was shoving herself in the way.

“Come on,” Jenny pressed, helping Beau stand to his feet as she looked around the small space towards the bathroom. “Let’s get you showered and cleaned up, you don’t need to sit here with this blood on you.”

Beau’s eyes drifted towards where Y/N was standing, leaning against the front door. What she was feeling inside, the hurt, the turmoil, the utter fucking slap of it all, must have been showing on her face, because Beau carefully shrugged out of Jenny’s grip, and lowered his gaze. 

“I think I can handle that from here,” he announced, careful to keep his head down and his voice low, but Jenny wasn’t slow by any means, and caught the hint right away, looking towards where his gaze had been just a moment before to find Y/N standing there, with her own head lowered, and suddenly very interested in the floor under her feet. 

“Oh, OH, fuck I’m sorry. I need to get out of you guy’s hair.” Jenny gasps, backing away from Beau as if he was contagious, as she turned to Y/N, who still stood rooted in her spot. “I really am sorry Y/N, I did it without thinking. I just— he’s my partner at work, and I’m to having too—”

“It’s okay Jenny,” Y/N silenced her by holding up her hand and stepping away from the door so that the blonde could leave. “It’s not like he belongs to me, and the likelihood he ever would is almost non-existent. If you want to stay and help him, I’m not going to stop you. Hell, he wanted to go with you a few minutes ago, and—”

“No,” Jenny said, turning around to glare at Beau, who suddenly became very interested in his feet again, refusing to make eye contact with either female. “He’s staying right here. I’m not going to get into your business Beau, because I said that I wouldn’t in the hospital today, but you guys, him especially, need to work this out. You’re his true mate, whether he wants to admit it or not, you both know it, and he needs to man up and do what his instincts are telling him to do and stop being a little bitch about it. That being said, he’s staying right here.”

“So much for not getting involved,” Beau mouthed behind her, and she turned again to glare at him, causing the Alpha to look at the floor again. 

“I’m going to leave before I hurt him,” Jenny said, turning to Y/N again. “If he gives you any shit call me, and I’ll take his ass back to the hospital myself, where I will embarrass the shit out of him by telling the entire hospital he couldn't bring little Beau up to bat, so now he’s back here.”

Y/N had to repress the smirk, cause she was pretty sure Jenny would do it, and judging by the mortified look on Beau’s face, he was too. 

“He’s meds are in his duffle,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door, giving Y/N a quick pat on her shoulder as she exited, leaving Beau and Y/N alone once again, this time Beau standing shirtless in the middle of the floor with his arm held in a sling like position, and dried blood on display on his side and chest. 

“Look,” Beau said as soon as he was sure that Jenny was out of ear shot, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “I just— I just need you to help me through the next few days, and then I’ll be on my way. I don’t think I’m going to go into rut, at least I don’t feel like I am. I just can’t get this off of me without your help. I know you want to throw me in a corner, and pretend I’m not here, which I don’t blame you for that at all, but I can’t even get this fucking bandage off to get in the shower. I need help. Whether I want to admit that or not. Give me a few days and I will call Carla. She was my first Omega, and by law, if she will agree to take me in, I can go stay with her and Em, and there will be no repercussions on you. Then you will be rid of me. Can you just please help me for a few days? If not, and you really don’t want me around here, I’ll go check myself back into the hospital, and tell them it was my choice. Either way, I’ll make sure your hands are clean.”

Y/N ran her hands down her face before she glared back at him, angry, hurt, and fuck if every time he opened his mouth it didn’t just make things worse. 

“It’s not that I don’t want you around Beau. Hell, I tried to help you take your jacket off just now, and you growled at me! So how do you expect me to help you if you wont even let me touch you!!!” Y/N yelled, and Beau flinched. “You’re the one who rejected me Beau, not the other way around. I woke up alone in that trailer, and then was handed a Goddamn Plan fucking B pill because YOU did not want me to come up pregnant, and mess shit up for whatever obsession you have with Carla, or Jenny, or whoever the fuck! But DO NOT come and blame this all on me, like I’m the one rejecting you, because that’s not what happened AT ALL, and I will not be made out to be the bad guy in this while you play the victim!”

Beau said nothing, he just looked down at his feet, and slowly sank down on the couch. 

“NOW,” she continued to kick him while he was down, but honestly, it’s what he deserved after what he did to her, used her, then tried to make it out like all this was HER fault. “I will help you, IF you will let me. I’m not a heartless wretch like you are. I’m not out here to just USE you like you used me. But if you leave, if you walk out that door with Carla, don’t come back. If you go back to the hospital, don’t come back. If you go into rut, better order a toy, cause you won't use me again. Period. You are under my roof until you can legally leave, or find somewhere else to go, you will do what I say, and nothing more. I’m not a fucking rut bunny, and I wont be put through that again. End of story. That’s not up for debate. My house, my rules. You’re free to leave if you want too. I’m not going to hold you here, but I’m also not going to put myself in a position to get hurt again.”

“I never wanted to hurt you Y/N, I—”

“Well, you fucking did Beau, end of story. I don’t really want to hear what your reasons are right now. Now, sit still and I’ll take the bandages off. The clean towels and clothes are in the little bathroom pantry as soon as you walk in. You can bathe yourself.”

Beau did not argue, he just sat still and silent as Y/N worked to carefully remove the bandages from the stitched bullet wounds on each side of his shoulder. She couldn’t help but feel that she’d just drawn a battle line in the sand, and stupidly threated an Alpha to cross it, but she had to protect herself and her own wellbeing at this point. He might be biologically her true mate, but right at that moment, he was not her friend, and he was not her mate. Period. He would have to do a lot of crawling and a lot of groveling to change that, and even then, some things that are broken just can’t be put back together. 

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#If It's Meant to Be #Jawritter #Beau Arlen #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x y/n #alpha beau arlen x omega reader #alpha beau arlen #x reader inserts #big sky #beau arlen series #beau x reader #beau x you #abo #abo series #abo dynamics

[mwolf0epsilon]

Beautiful Girls & Chicken Nuggets

Sponge, going through their datapad with obvious interest while sitting on a bench at the dog park: Hugo, settling down next to them after buying a bag of cotton candy for them to share: I thought 'Walkies' meant no more work until Beau's done and satisfied with downtime. Sponge, taking a piece of cotton candy for themself and popping it into their mouth: This isn't flimsywork. Hugo, tilting his head to the side: Oh? Then what are you so focused on? Sponge, showing Hugo what they've been looking at: I've been thinking about finding Beau a suitable mate. She's very nurturing and quite intelligent, so I thought maybe she could benefit from having a litter of her own... Hugo, scratching his chin in thought: Hm... Beau does strike me as rather maternal. Any pup she'd have would definitely be looked after... Not to mention have the potential to become service pets. Sponge: Exactly. Which is why I want to find her only the best possible mate. I made a profile for an app where pet owners can match up their animals to pair them up. Been looking for a healthy, strong and good natured male barghest. Preferably one just as clever as she is, so that the pups turn out just as receptive to training... Hugo, glancing over to where Beau is currently playing with a charhound: I don't know... Dating apps for pets are a little out there. Doesn't feel super organic... Beau might not even like the other barghest. Sponge, scoffing: I'm not planning on just dropping her off on a 'blind date'. There will be arrangements. An introductory walk, some play dates, all of the necessary steps to acclimate them to one another and have them form a connection. Hugo, still watching Beau and slowly beginning to fidget nervously: Uh-huh... You've uh, got this all thought out, yeah? Sponge: I only want the best for my precious little princess. She's too good for any common mutt. Hugo, pointing: ...She certainly doesn't seem to hold the same opinion. Sponge, looking up from their datapad only to see Beau and the charhound going at it like wild hares: BEAUTIFUL NO!!! Hugo, watching his partner run to separate the two lovestruck beasts: I wonder what a barghest-charhound cross would look like...

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars ocs #clone ocs #clone medic sponge #hugo espin #beautiful the barghest #brief appearance of nugget the charhound #space puppy love is in the air :)

[bitchinbarzal]

ivy thinking beau is back for good during the canucks game on thursday and they even let her into the canucks dressing room and when mat comes to get her she is like “bye beau! see tomorrow!” and mat is holding back tears

nonnie ur in my bad books for this… :(

-

When Ivy finally sees Beau at the Canucks game on Thursday evening she’s elated, a little confused why he’s in the wrong jersey but happy none the less.

After the game you walk her down to the changing room and ask if she can come in and see him making sure everyone’s decent first.

She babbles to him about her vacation, her walk in the park and life. She tells him how she’s so excited for her Hot dog and walk in the park with him this weekend and he’s so close to crying listening to how happy she is.

Mat comes to get her a little later, saying hi to his friend and when he picks Ivy up and tells her to hug him goodbye she’s like no it’s ok I’ll see him in the morning

“Bye bye, see you tomorrow” waving as she goes.

It’s a sad ivy when she doesn’t infact see him tomorrow

#life with ivy

[arcticwaters]

i call this au "at the dog park"

vex & vax - border collies mixes, "zig & zag" keyleth - irish setter, "seasons" grog - mastiff, "big guy" pike - pomeranian, "pickle" beau - australian kelpie, "blue" yasha - karakachan, "angel" molly - poodle, "king" fjord - rottweiler mix, "seadog" nott/veth - puggle, "buttons"

#critical role #critical role fanart #vox machina #the mighty nein #beauyasha #reminder that when i draw characters as animals 90% of the time they're not REALLY supposed to be animals #it's a way to get around how difficult to draw humans have always been for me. the dog cat or bear is more like a stand in #this time they're ACTUALLY dogs #i have breed choices and names for the rest of the groups as well as basic story ideas but i'm gauging interest first #my art #cr dog park #''mercer dog park'' would be really funny actually

[julesthequirky]

Summary: She’s a DV survivor with PTSD, newish to town, ready to make a fresh start. She spots Beau one morning in the local coffee shop, but it doesn’t matter how cute or how puppy dog he appears. He’s a cop. Worse, the Sheriff. And if there’s anything she’s learnt, it’s to never ever get involved with a cop.

She’s new in town, lives in the trailer park and Beau sees her one morning. She’s got a nice smile, and Hell he can’t resist her charm, that is until her smile freezes and bolts. Beau can’t understand what he did wrong, but he’s determined to find out.

A/N: this ain’t even written. So coming soon… damn these ideas….

#Healing Her #julesthequirky's fics #big sky #big sky fic #beau arlen #coming soon

[lukeevangelista]

beau asking you to move with him to vancouver and y’all get to settle in and get a puppy and make it work no sadness like other ones i’ve read I CANT DO SAD

Traded - A. Beauvillier

Because of a move and them not having a dog before, i didn’t go with the dog idea, but I tried to make it fluffier

———————————————————————————

“Are you going?”

“Going where?” You looked at him confused; clearly you hadn’t heard the news yet.

“Honey, I think you need to sit down for this one.”

“Okay.” You gave him a confused look, but still sat down anyways.

“Babe, I’ve uh- fuck.” He stuttered over his words, “I’ve been traded to Vancouver.”

“You’re joking.” You said, giving a pause to let him tell you he was just kidding, “It’s okay! We’ll make it work. We’ll get a moving company, it’ll all work out.” You tried to feign happiness, but it was hard, “Anywhere you are is where I want to be.”

Anthony gave you a sad smile as he wrapped his arms around you, “It’ll all be okay.”

It wasn’t long that Anthony had gotten the call that they had arranged a living situation for him and his family.

“I leave tomorrow.” He said when he came back in, “You’re welcome to come whenever you feel like it.” He said as he scooted into bed next to you, “but i want you up there soon as possible.”

“I’ll be on the next flight.” You murmured into his chest.

**

And you kept your word.

You had a couple of things that you had to take care of. You were lucky your work had branches all over the nation, one being in downtown Vancouver so making the switch was simple enough.

“We weren’t together for twenty four hours and i missed you so much.” Anthony breathed as he wrapped his arms around you, you dropping your luggage as you tightly squeezed him.

“I missed you just as much.” You mumbled into his chest, “It felt different than a road trip.”

“It did.” He agreed as you two swayed back and forth.

“Never again.”

“I sure hope not.” He sadly chuckled, “I think we’re going to like it here though.” He said, “I’ve met some of the boys and they seem great.”

“That’s good.” You said as you followed him through the airport, him guiding you to where he had parked.

“They supplied us with everything we’re going to need too.” He added as he loaded the two suit cases you had brought with you, obviously leaving everything else back in New York.

You nodded as you got in the car, him following.

“I know I can’t say it enough, but thank you for coming with me.”

“I’d follow you to the end of the world baby.”

#anthony beauvillier #soft thoughts w/ari #aris 1k celly

[disillusioneddanny]

Day 4: Friends || Surprise

“I love you,” Damian murmured, resting his head in Danny’s lap. The halfa looked down at him in surprise for a split moment before he smiled and ran his fingers through Damian’s dark black hair, smiling at the little curls his fingers got snagged on. 

“I love you too babe,” he murmured, dipping down to press a kiss to Damian’s pouty lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Cecilia is sleeping,” he huffed, pointing over to the bassinet where their daughter was in fact, fast asleep. 

“Quite the observation, Detective. But why does that have you in a sulky mood?” Danny asked, his fingers still carding through Damian’s hair, blunt nails scratching at his scalp.

“I want us to go on a family excursion, we have yet to have one with her as she’s been so small and we’ve been figuring out the ghost powers but I think we have a handle on it and I would like to do something.”

At this, Danny arched an eyebrow and stopped his ministrations in Damian’s hair. “That’s very unlike you, what happened to not wanting the press to find out about Damian Wayne’s Mystery Beau and their secret child?”

Damian let out a hum, green eyes fluttered open to look up at his boyfriend. “I don’t think I would mind showing the world my beautiful daughter and my dashingly handsome boyfriend. Now that my family is aware that I am in a relationship and have a daughter, it is only a matter of time. We cannot keep hiding and I would like to do it on our terms.”

“And why do we need to do that now?” Danny asked, still giving Damian a curious look. If Damian was in Danny’s mind right now he was probably staring at the man like he had magically grown two heads. 

“I am going stir-crazy,” Damian admitted, placing Danny’s hand back in his hair so it could continue playing with his hair. The halfa let out a soft chuckle but continued running his hands through it like Damian wanted. “I know that I am Robin and go out every night but I miss our date nights. Our walks in the park, hand in hand as we took in nature and watched the sunset together. How we would talk about our days, people watch, and make fun of the idiots who roamed the park. I would like to go do that but this time have our daughter with us. Besides, she has yet to actually leave the apartment aside from our excursion to the manor.”

Danny chuckled. “Fine, let me get dressed. Don’t wake up Lia but go ahead and change her into something better for this September weather.” 

The vigilante grinned and sat up from his spot on Danny’s lap. “Perfect, we shall also take Titus, he is not used to apartment-style living quite yet,” he said, motioning to the old dog that laid beside Ceceilia’s bed, keeping a constant vigil over the girl. 

The couple had waited to bring Titus to the apartment, slowly introducing him to Cecilia but in all honesty, he had taken to her quite well if Damian had to admit. He adored the baby just as much as he and Danny did and watched over her constantly. If she cried, he was immediately there either pacing the room or even going as far to jump on Damian to get him to fix the crying immediately. He did not like seeing the girl upset for any reason. 

He would even lay beside her when Danny and Damian had her on tummy time just so that he could watch over her. It was the most endearing thing that Damian had ever seen in his life. The way Titus fretted over her was truly adorable. Much better than how Alfred the Cat behaved. 

The wretched cat ignored Cecilia or stared at her as though she were a nuisance any time she cried or whined. He would just lay on the back of the couch and glare at her any time Damian paid an ounce of attention to his daughter. 

If the vigilante didn’t know any better, he would say that Alfred the Cat was jealous of a wee baby.

“Let’s get you dressed and ready for a park day,” Damian said with a small smile before he lifted the girl out of her bassinet and made his way to her nursery. He and Danny had finally gotten the room prepared and ready for the girl. The two had argued for days before they settled on a theme for their daughter’s room and even her clothes. 

Damian had thought softer colors like light browns and beige but Danny had been ready to fight him to the death for even suggesting such a thing. 

“We are not going to be beige parents Damian Al Ghul Wayne!” Danny shouted, glaring daggers at his boyfriend. “She is going to be a normal baby and have color and fun in her life and you’re not about to ruin that for her!”

“She’s physically three months old, Daniel. I don’t think it truly matters what colors her room or her clothes are. She doesn’t understand what she’s seeing! Besides, these colors are much more calming–”

“You mean boring! Damian you’re an art major, how can you stand being a beige parent?” Danny complained, throwing the color swatches Damian had presented back onto the table. “We need color!”

“We need calm,”  Damian said calmly. He was not going to back down on this, they needed to give their daughter a nice, calm atmosphere.

He ended up compromising in the end. They had decided to go with pastels for Cecilia. Her walls had been painted a pretty lilac color with tangerine-colored accents. The room still had a peaceful feel to it as Damian wanted, but it still had color as Danny requested. 

In the end it didn’t really matter, the girl didn’t pay attention to any of it. Because again, physically she was three months old but chronologically she was barely a month old by their calculations. Colors didn’t matter in the end.

Damian quickly and carefully dressed the little girl in a comfortable long sleeve dress and leggings, slipping on her tiny little boots before he wrapped the sleeping baby in her coat and put a little beanie over her curly hair. Damian smiled at his sleeping girl and kissed the tip of her nose before he slipped out of her room and set the baby in her stroller just as Danny came out and pressed a tiny ghost shield to the stroller and turned it on, a green-tinted dome wrapped around the stroller before turning invisible. 

“Alright, let’s go on a walk,” Danny said cheerfully as he grabbed Titus’ leash and clipped it on before the small family made their way out of the apartment and down the street. 

“We are definitely moving out of the bowery once we are finished with school,” Damian said, sneering at the crumbling buildings that surrounded them. Dany snorted and shook his head. 

“It’s not that bad, Dami. Besides, it’s all I can afford and I’m not about to let you be my sugar daddy,” Danny said, lighting kicking at Damian’s calf as they walked before a portal opened in front of them and they stepped through. On the other side sat one of the nicest parks in Gotham and Damian just chuckled at his boyfriend’s shenanigans. 

“Besides, who cares about where we live when you’re darling boyfriend can just open a portal to wherever we need to go? Not only that but I live with one of the most deadly assassins in the world, we’re perfectly safe.”

Damian glanced over at his boyfriend and smiled. “Not to mention you have no qualms about turning into an eldritch horror and sending people to some nightmare realm for daring to enter your home without permission. I’m practically useless in comparison.”

“Exactly! So, who cares if we live in the bowery? We’re perfectly safe anywhere and everywhere,” Danny said happily. 

Damian just shook his head in amusement and followed his beloved down the walking path, Titus trotting happily on Danny’s left as Damian pushed the stroller on the right. 

“We have eyes on us,” Danny murmured after an hour into their walk. Damian glanced away from Cecilia and looked over to find paparazzi standing around taking pictures. 

“Just grin and bear it,” Damian said with a sigh before he pulled his sunglasses from his hoodie pocket and set them on his face. Danny made a face but followed suit, placing his own over his eyes before he leaned forward and pushed Cecilia’s shade over her head, covering her face from any cameras that got a little too close to capturing a picture of her face. 

While Damian was ready to show he had a family to the public, showing his daughter’s face when she still was not old enough to consent to something like that was not something he was particularly interested in doing.  She was a baby and she deserved her privacy. 

“You have a baby!?” Sam screeched at Danny over the phone. “Let us over right now so we can meet her or so help me Daniel Fenton I will kick your ass and ruin your entire life? Do you understand me? I will ruin you.”

“Sam! Fine, yes, I’ll let you over. Is Tuck with you too or do I need to open a portal to his dorm room too?”

“Yes he’s here! Please tell me you told your family instead of letting them find out on fucking Buzzfeed of all places?”

“No, I haven’t talked to my parents or Jazz in a few months now,” Danny admitted before he opened a portal for Sam’s dorm room. She and Tucker were both currently going to college in Metropolis. 

The two stepped through the portal and gave Danny twin looks of disapproval. 

“Really dude? You’re not going to tell your best friends that you have a daughter? Not only that but when you said you had a boyfriend named Damian I didn’t realize you were talking about Damian Wayne!” Tucker exclaimed, stepping out and looking around the room before his eyes fell on a sleeping Cecilia and let out a coo. He stepped forward to grab her only for someone to grip the back of his shirt and yank him back. 

“If you even think about touching my daughter with those filthy unsanitized hands, I will murder you where you stand,” Damian snarled at the tech nerd. Tucker gulped but nodded and took the offered hand sanitizer and slathered it on. 

Danny chuckled. “Guys, this is my boyfriend, Damian, Damian, these are my two best friends Sam and Tucker. Please be nice to them,” Danny said, giving his boyfriend sad eyes. 

Damian looked between the halfa and the two new arrivals. “You are the daughter of Pamela Manson?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the goth woman who was giving him a suspicious look. “My condolences.”

Sam grinned. “Thanks, I’d say the same to you but I’d take an embarrassing play boy billionaire father over an overbearing pink-obsessed millionaire mother any day.”

Damian just gave her a small smile. “Welcome to our home. You’re welcome to hold Cecilia I just ask that you sanitize before you do so. She is sleeping right now but if she wakes it is okay, her nap was supposed to end ten minutes ago but Danny said to let her sleep rather than wake her up. He has no respect for routines.”

“She’s a baby! She needs to sleep! She’s growing so much!” Danny whined as Tucker scurried over and picked up the sleeping girl before sitting on the couch. 

“Danny, my man, she’s perfect,” Tucker gasped, looking down at the sleeping baby. “She looks just like you did when you were a baby! I remember that time Mrs. Fenton showed us pictures of you in those ugly poofy dresses,” he said with a soft laugh. “She looks exactly like that.”

Danny smiled and sat beside his friend and looked down at the girl. “She looks more like Damian to me,” he said, glancing up at the assassin who just smiled in return. 

He looked over at Sam. “Please, take a seat. I will grab refreshments while the three of you catch up with one another,” he said politely before leaving the living room and went to the kitchen to get drinks prepared. Once he had a pot of tea prepared he carried the tray out and set it on the coffee table and smiled at the three young adults. 

“So, Danny refuses to tell me any of the embarrassing things of his childhood and my siblings have already aired my dirty laundry. Would either of you be willing to tell me about what kid Danny was like?” He asked with a small smile. 

Sam and Tucker grinned and looked at one another evilly before back at Damian. 

“Wanna hear about pre-transition Danny and freshly out Danny because those were the best moments,” Sam said, grinning evilly. 

“Or do you wanna hear about Danny when he first started testosterone and how shitty his voice sounded?” Tucker said with a smile. 

“Please no,” Danny whined, looking at his friends. “Don’t do this to me. Damian still thinks I’m cool.”

“No, I do not,” Damian clarified. “I have never thought you were cool.”

Danny’s friends let out twin cackles before they launched into stories about Danny as a child. Damian smiled and listened to each one with rapt attention, slipping his hand into Danny’s to soothe his whines as they shared everything with him. 

@dpxdc-familyweek

Read the other days here:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

#dpxdcfamilyweek #dead serious ship #dis writes

[chwedout]

✨films i watched for the first time in 2023 that i think everyone should watch at least once in their lifetime✨

favourites are listed in bold

20th Century Girl (2022, dir. Bang Woo-ri)

All Quiet on the Western Front (2022, dir. Edward Berger)

Asteroid City (2023, dir. Wes Anderson)

Audition (1999, dir. Takashi Miike)

The Banshees of Inisherin (2022, dir. Martin McDonagh)

Barbie (2023, dir. Greta Gerwig)

Beau Is Afraid (2023, dir. Ari Aster)

Better Days (2019, dir. Derek Tsang Kwok-Cheung)

Bottoms (2023, dir. Emma Seligman)

Canola (2016, dir. Chang)

Columbus (2017, dir. Kogonada)

The Darjeeling Limited (2007, dir. Wes Anderson)

Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009, dir. Wes Anderson)

Grave of the Fireflies (1988, dir. Isao Takahata)

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (2023, dir. James Gunn)

The House (2022, dir. Paloma Baeza, Niki Lindroth von Bahr, Emma De Swaef, Marc James Roels)

House of Hummingbird (2018, dir. Kim Bora)

I'm Thinking of Ending Things (2020, dir. Charlie Kaufman)

In Bruges (2008, dir. Martin McDonagh)

Infinity Pool (2023, dir. Brandon Cronenberg)

Isle of Dogs (2018, dir. Wes Anderson)

Killers of the Flower Moon (2023, dir. Martin Scorsese)

Memories of Murder (2003, dir. Bong Joon-ho)

Lady Vengeance (2005, dir. Park Chan-wook)

May December (2023, dir. Todd Haynes)

The Menu (2022, dir. Mark Mylod)

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984, dir. Hayao Miyazaki)

Next Sohee (2022, dir. July Jung)

No Country for Old Men (2007, dir. Joel Coen, Ethan Coen)

Oldboy (2003, dir Park Chan-wook)

Past Lives (2023, dir. Celine Song)

Paprika (2006, dir. Satoshi Kon)

Perfect Blue (1997, dir. Satoshi Kon)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019, dir. Céline Sciamma)

Priscilla (2023, dir. Sofia Coppola)

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022, Joel Crawford)

The Quiet Girl (2022, dir. Colm Bairéad)

Ramen Shop (2018, dir. Eric Khoo)

Saltburn (2023, dir. Emerald Fennell)

Shiva Baby (2020, Emma Seligman)

Sing Street (2016, dir. John Carney)

Sound of Metal (2019, dir. Darius Marder)

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023, dir. Joaquim Dos Santos, Justin K. Thompson, Kemp Powers

Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance (2002, dir. Park Chan-wook)

The Tale of Princess Kaguya (2013, dir. Isao Takahata)

TÁR (2022, dir. Todd Field)

Theater Camp (2023, dir. Molly Gordon, Nick Lieberman)

The Truman Show (1998, dir. Peter Weir)

Weathering with You (2019, dir. Makoto Shinkai)

Women Talking (2022, dir. Sarah Polley)

2021 | 2022

#annual list is out <3 #cant believe ive been doing this for 3 years now . #as always if anyone watches anything on this list bc of me pls tell me bc i would like to know ur thoughts <3 #marys annual film list #chwedout

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

 Jolee Callan

Jolee Callan had her whole life ahead of her. The 18-year-old had a new boyfriend and was about to begin college when she agreed to meet her ex-boyfriend, Loren Daniel Bunner, for one last hiking trip. The trip was, presumably, meant to be a chance for the duo to come to an understanding about the future of their relationship — as friends.

Bunner was possessive and wanted Callan to “spend time with him and his friends only.” Bunner became increasingly jealous. Callan’s previous attempts to break up with him were unsuccessful, as he’d threaten suicide each time she tried to leave. Finally, Callan succeeded in breaking it off with Bunner, but this decision would prove fatal.

Months later, Jolee Callan had a new beau and Bunner contacted her for a hike “as friends.” She agreed and jokingly texted a friend the night before their meetup: “if something happens to me, you’ll know who I was with.”

On August 30, 2015, the pair took Callan’s dog, Kiba, to the Pinhoti Trail in Cheaha State Park in the Alabama countryside. Bunner chillingly chronicled the day’s events on his Instagram page. He uploaded three photos of Callan on their final hike together, with the last photo of her on a cliffside with her back to the camera taken just minutes before he shot her twice with a .22 Bear Claw.

Bunner fired the first bullet into the back of her head. When Callan collapsed, Bunner flipped her over and shot her once more once in between her eyes. Then, he shoved her off the 40-foot cliff.

Bunner returned to his car where he called 911 to admit to his crime. “I want to turn myself in for the murder of my ex-girlfriend Jolee Callan that happened just a little while ago on Cheaha Mountain,” he said in a calm voice. He then waited on the side of the road for the police to arrive. It didn’t take long for police to find Jolee Callan’s body. Bunner was coated in her blood and was quickly arrested and charged with her murder, for which he pleaded not guilty.

On July 13, 2017, Bunner pleaded guilty to Jolee Callan’s murder, though his attorneys pleaded with the courts for leniency, claiming that there was evidence he lived with a mental illness. The judge, however, was not swayed. Bunner was sentenced as an adult and got 52 years in prison.

#Jolee Callan #true crime #crime #murderers

[lesless]

Looooong walk with little man today for a pup cup, dog park, & a loop. Saw the first flowers of the season! Texted with a friend about her beau troubles.

#me #max

[jellysaidshit]

Our story. Chapter 4.

Content warnings: angst, smoking, mentions of alcohol, hangover

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This never was something she liked to do. The smell of new shoes and cheap coffee filled the conference room, accompanied by someone’s monotonous voice. She didn’t like any of this: too official, too serious, too fake. She rolled her eyes when someone disagreed with the speaker, causing the debate to start. 

“That is the most stupid thing I heard in a while!” A man in a grey suit exclaimed as he stood up. 

“But that is the best way to solve the problem!” The speaker tried to prove his point, but most of higher-ups did not agree with him. 

“River, what do you think about this?” A dark-haired woman, her mother, asked her. She smirked. 

“I think that this whole meeting could have gone well enough without my presence.” She leaned back in her chair as she fixed her black suit, looking straight into her mother’s eyes. The disappointment on her face brought River joy and happiness at that moment. 

“River!” Her grandfather exclaimed as he looked at the girl. That added even more adrenaline to her blood, and she smirked wider. “Be serious for once!” 

“Why bother? As if I’m not the last option to inherit anything in this company.” She shook her head before grabbing her cup and taking a sip of coffee. It was bitter, as if the multimillionaires couldn’t afford good coffee. Bunch of selfish assholes.

“You would be the first to inherit the hospital if you followed our suggestion and studied medicine.” Her grandmother looked at her with a stern look. “Instead, you chose to go to that cheap university and study useless psychology.”

“Well, someone should be there to fix your fucked up brains.” River swirled what was left in her cup and chugged the remains in one go. “Now, if you’d excuse me, I have that useless psychology assignment to finish.”

The tall figure stood up and walked out of the stuffy room. Hands in pockets, she chucked loudly when she passed her father, who sat right next to grandfather.

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The air at night was something River enjoyed in this life. It reminded her of the times when she used to sit on a windowsill in her room. Mother and father were asleep – or so she thought – and the big mansion was eerily quiet and calm. It was not noisy during the day either, but night made it feel relaxed.

She took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled. The bitter taste of nicotine was much better than the coffee she had at that conference room. She leaned forward to get a better look at the city right before the dawn. The bridge she stood on was her usual smoke place: convenient because it was right in-between her family’s company and her apartment.

River looked at her motorbike that was parked next to her on the roadside. It might sound strange to other people, but the black yamaha xs155r was the only thing that meant something to her. It was the first thing she bought with the money she earned herself, the first step of her own rebellion. She was sure that her mother would have a stroke if she saw her right now – standing god knows where, smoking god knows what while wearing a black leather jacket.

The lean figure finished the cigarette and took one more deep breath. She decided to get back to the dorm before the sun is up. River put her helmet on and seconds later she was already driving off towards the apartment.

The student accommodation was just as quiet as the whole city. The dark-haired girl parked her vehicle and took off her helmet before heading to her place. Knowing how thin the walls are, she tried to be as quiet as she could. Before she opened the door to the apartment that she shared with three other people and a dog, she checked the time. 4.45 am. These assholes need to hold the meetings earlier.

She opened the door as quietly as she could. The living space was dark, and every door was closed, which meant that everyone was asleep. The girl could smell the last bits of party that Ash and Beau threw earlier. She took off her shoes and walked on her tiptoes.

“The rule was to be quiet after 10,” River heard a voice. It made her roll her eyes. “Where were you?”

Nyx sat on the barstool with a cup of something in her hands. In the darkness. With all the lights off except one above the stove and making no sound. At almost 5 am. River looked in her eyes as she took the situation in.

“Well, I was busy,” she gave an answer that was, in her opinion, enough.

“Busy doing what?” The oldest girl pushed.

 

“Busy fucking some girls,” River deadpanned. When Nyx gave her a questioning stare, she pushed. “Why? You want details? Well, there was this blonde, she was so...”

“Enough,” Nyx didn’t want her ears to hear all of that. Just when she was starting to believe that River was the serious one out of the three children, the youngest had to jump at her with this. “I don’t need to hear all of this. Just be quiet, please.”

“Why are you up anyways?” River asked as she walked towards her room.

“None of your business.” the oldest grumbled before sipping from her cup.

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That morning Ash wished they didn’t wake up. They would not have to be where they were right now. In the kitchen, with a cup of tea in their hand and a pulsating migraine, looking at the mess they made last night.

The apartment was in an awful state. Empty beer and highball cans, half empty bottles of vodka, some takeout boxes here and one-use cups there; they were in deep shit. The tall person slowly walked to the balcony door and opened it wide, letting all the sounds in and the sweet alcohol scent out. They squinted at the sudden light as their head started to hurt even more.

“Ash, please.” Beau said quietly as her head fell into her hands. The girl sat on the couch with a bottle of water. By her state Ash could tell that she didn’t sleep much. Beau did not drink a lot the night before, yet her head was heavy, and she felt sick in her stomach.

“Never again,” Ash said as they sipped their tea. They walked back to the kitchen as they tried to think through their plan.

“Never again,” Beau mumbled back. She lifted her head up and leaned back on the couch. “You clean the kitchen; I’ll take the trash and then we clean the living area together.”

“Deal.” Ash agreed as they looked around the kitchen thinking where to start. The kitchen was not a lot of work – drinks and food were mainly at the living space, so they only had to wipe everything and do the dishes. Not wasting a minute, they immediately started the cleaning.

When they started mopping the floor they heard River’s door open. The tall girl walked out of her room looking at whatever was going on. To be more exact, she saw Ash holding a cleaning cloth with two fingers and giggling while Beau was, as she assumed, explaining them where she can’t reach and wipe the dust.

“You, tall ass, quit laughing,” she scolded them. “I can’t reach that top shelf, please... be serious!” she jokingly hit them with a cloth she had on her shoulder.

“Beau, it’s not even that high! Ouch!” they jumped and moved around the room as the shorter girl smacked them with the weapon in her hand. “It hurts!” Ash noticed River as the lanky girl moved towards one of the bathrooms.

“I see party was a success?” She asked them. Ash froze in place, taking a deep breath. Even though the place was now clean and neat, they still remembered the scolding they received after being caught by Nyx.

“Nyx came home early.” Beau answered, shrugging. “So, no more parties, no more alcohol in the house.”

“Oh, I see.” River nodded and left to the bathroom, leaving the duo to their own shenanigans.

When minutes later she came back to her room, she had a displeasure to discover new messages from her mother.

Mother: Caleb H, 24 years old, med student. *1 file attached. 

Mother: the date is on next Friday, 6 pm. 

Mother: do not disappoint your family.

“Shit,” River mumbled as she put her phone down. 

Author's note: I am back! This chapter is dedicated to all of those who read this. Luv u <3

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[animalhumanemn]

We adopted our dog, Ladybird, (formerly Kayla, I hate human names for dogs!) as a wee pup only about 3-4 months old. I saw her and immediately knew she was the one. She was very shy, had just come out from hiding under her cot. Her adoption papers described her as shy and quiet. That is not the case anymore! She has blossomed into a very sociable dog and loves all people and dogs. She is definitely a mama’s girl. She is my world and I cannot imagine my life without her! Her favorite activities are going to the park, running around in the sand at the lake, and playing fetch. She learned how to balance a treat on her nose and waits til I say ok. She’s learned roll over, stay, shake, recalls, and is working on her heel. She also loves to catch doggy bubbles when I blow them for her! She’s my road trip girl and loves when we go home to Nebraska to the farm so she can run around in the country! She’s such a good girl.

— Sarah and Beau