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laurenairay · 8 months ago

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Summer days pass me by - T. Jost

“I feel like I’m stuck, doing the same thing over and over with the same nothing at the end. I need to do something new. Wanna help me make this the best summer ever?”

“You do know that sounds like the start of a coming of age film, right?”

Summary: Mollie Thomas has been friends with Tyson Jost since they were children – but this summer by the lake could change everything.

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, some bad language, a little angst

Word Count: 9.5k

A/N: I love Tyson Jost so much – this is a super indulgent fic that I started back in August 2020, and it’s been one hell of a journey writing it, including a complete rewrite about 2/3 through. This OC was actually the first one I ever attempted on hockeyblr, although I’ve since written a fair few in stories I've since posted over the years, and she holds a special place in my heart.

This Tyson blurb I wrote in July 2022 is what inspired me to rewrite this story (and thank you @bqstqnbruin for all the encouragement to finish it!).

If there was one thing about summer that Mollie Thomas loved the most, it was being by the lake. As soon as the weather was good enough, she would head up there with friends to relax, have barbecues and mess around on the water. Being by the lake simply was the epitome of summer, sunshine and friendship – she’d grown up doing it, her parents trusting her to go alone since the age of 15, and now 10 years later (despite some friends moving away), she still loved nothing more than watching the days roll on by from the lakeshore.

Utter bliss.

Mollie had been teaching history at the local Kelowna high school ever since graduating from the local college three years ago, and when the weather started getting consistently sunny, she even went up to the lake some evenings after work, depending on who was around. But now that the end of the school year was approaching, she would no longer be restricted to the occasional evening after work, and she honestly couldn’t wait.

Why? Because soon one of her best friends would be coming back to Kelowna for the summer. Tyson Jost.

Mollie had known Tyson ever since he’d moved to Kelowna to live with his grandparents when he was 13, his family's house being down the road from Mollie’s family. Her older brother John had been on the same hockey team as Tyson, so he’d always been around – but with John being a couple of years older than them, Tyson and Mollie had become fast friends.

Sure, things had become harder when Tyson had gotten more serious with ice hockey. When Mollie’s brother John had quit playing, choosing to focus on school instead, Mollie had been worried that they wouldn’t want to hang out any more – but that wasn’t the case. Hockey or no hockey, Tyson had always been there for her, and she knew she could count on him for anything.

He was the guy that encouraged her to get out of her comfort zone. He was the guy that turned to her for help asking out his first girlfriend Sarah Cooper. He was the guy that punched her first boyfriend for kissing Jenny Prince behind her back. He was the guy that made her laugh down the phone when college had been stressful. He was the only guy that she would wear another team’s colours for whenever he played against the Canucks. He was the guy that called her with a broken heart when the Avs had traded him. He was the guy that she looked forward to seeing most every summer, and she couldn’t wait to see him this year.

She missed him – who could blame her?

It was a Sunday afternoon, just about to head into the last week of the school year, and Mollie was soaking up the sun by the lake with some of her best friends; Bryony, Louis, Michael, Chase and Allison. There had been other people hanging out with them in the morning, including Mollie’s brother John and his wife Michelle, but the remaining six were the tightest group. So tight, that they’d all chipped in to rent a cottage together this summer, Allison’s uncle owning a couple in the area and offering them first dibs. Naturally, they’d all sprung at the chance of having a summer home base, even if not all of them were there all the time, so Mollie had that to look forward to starting next weekend, the moment that the school year ended. Bryony, Louis and Michael were also teachers, although across various different schools to Mollie, so at least she wouldn’t be the only one up at the cottage during the weekdays.

“Anyone for a refill?”

Mollie turned her head to the camping chair next to her, watching Bryony stand up and wiggle her empty can in the air. Mollie nodded, smiling at her friend, and a few others nodded too. As soon as Bryony walked away, Allison plunked down in the vacated seat, turning to Mollie with a grin.

Allison was probably Mollie’s closest girlfriend in Kelowna – also living on the same street as Mollie’s family – and while the two of them couldn’t have looked more different (Allison a curvaceous insta-airbushed blonde compared to Mollie’s chestnut hair and tomboy runner’s body), Allison had encouraged Mollie to be as confident and friendly as her, and Mollie was forever grateful. Sure, Allison was an incorrigible flirt and flitted between jobs, and sure Mollie had her moments where her anxiety got the better of her – but Allison was as close a friend to her as Tyson was, and Mollie loved that.

Even when Allison’s grin spelled troublemaker, like it did right now as Allison got comfy in Bryony’s vacated chair.

“So you know how my Uncle’s got me helping out with administration for his holiday home rentals this summer, in exchange for us getting our cottage for a lower price?” Allison prompted.

Mollie raised an eyebrow at the glee in her friend’s voice. Whatever it was, clearly she was excited about it – and considering that the cottage had been a good deal, clearly this was good gossip.

“Yeah, I remember…why?” Mollie mused.

“Well, a couple of cottages on this side of the lake have been rented…one of them by someone you know very well…”

Mollie knew her friend meant well, but this cryptic stuff was not helping.

“Out with it, Ally,” Mollie said bluntly.

“Tyson rented the cottage closest to ours for two months,” Allison grinned.

What?

Holy shit.

“He’s going to be here all summer?” Mollie asked, excited.

“Yep! As far as I’ve heard, Tyson’s got some buddies coming up to stay with him at various points, and probably his sister too. I don’t know when or for how long, but there’s definitely enough rooms for all of them in that cabin to be there together so it’s going to be so much fun!” Allison told her, “Now that I think about it, I probably wasn’t meant to tell you. Tyson was probably keeping it as a surprise. Oops.”

Mollie just giggled, too happy to care that Tyson hadn’t said anything to her about his plans. It had been too long since she’d seen her childhood friend – summers just weren’t enough time with him – and knowing that he was going to be around for two solid months just made her heart soar. This was everything.

“Oh man, this is going to be the best summer,” Mollie sighed happily.

“Maybe this summer you and Tyson will finally admit how much you love each other.”

Mollie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. For some reason, Allison (and the rest of their other friends) had it in their heads that her friendship with Tyson was more than platonic. Sometimes it got really annoying because honestly nothing had ever happened between them (not even a hint of an almost) but she tried not to let it bug her. She knew where she stood with Tyson – yeah, he was incredibly handsome, with a good heart and a wonderful smile, but she wouldn’t trade their friendship for anything. Ever.

“We’re just friends, Ally-cat,” Mollie sing-songed, rolling her eyes.

“We’ll see,” Allison sing-songed back.

Honestly. Troublemaker.

Mollie ignored her friend’s laughter as she pulled out her phone, opening up her text thread with Tyson.

From: Mollie

A little birdy tells me you’ve rented a cabin by the lake for the summer…

Mollie barely had to wait a couple of minutes before her phone buzzed with a reply.

From: Tyson

I swear Ally can’t keep her mouth shut.

I was trying to surprise you!

Mollie giggled to herself, ignoring Allison’s wriggling eyebrows.

From: Mollie

Trust me, I’m surprised.

School finishes next week – I can’t wait to see you!

It really had been too long.

“Tell your future husband we miss him!” Allison crowed.

“Oh you’re texting Tyson? Say hi from me!” Chase grinned from across the chair circle.

Mollie stuck her tongue out at him as Allison cackled next to her. Her friends were such dicks sometimes.

From: Mollie

The gang say hi and that they all miss you

“Done, happy?” Mollie said dryly.

“Extremely,” Allison grinned, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

“I don’t know why I like you at all,” Mollie said bluntly, although her smile gave away her lie.

Allison just wriggled her eyebrows again, earning laughter from the whole group and another eye roll from Mollie.

From: Tyson

Hi back from me!

I miss them too

I miss you the most

Mollie’s eyes widened slightly, a light flush warming her cheeks. What? Why was she reacting like this? Tyson said that all the time. Kind of. No, stop it. Mollie swallowed heavily, keeping her eyes down to avoid a reaction from their friends.

From: Mollie

I miss you too

With that, Mollie shoved her phone back into her pocket, just in time for Bryony to arrive with a fresh round of beers, which Mollie was more than grateful for. What was that all about?

“I am so ready for a drink.”

“Make it two,” Mollie mused, grinning at Allison’s words.

“Make it three,” Chase laughed, “I can’t wait to cool off in the lake, it’s too damn hot today.”

That was an understatement. The temperature was sweltering and even just thinking about jumping into the cold water was almost too much to bear. Mollie been waiting all week for this Friday evening – while the four of them who were teachers had been up at the lake during the week every day since their schools finished for the summer a week ago, Allison and Chase had weekday 9-5s, so Mollie had volunteered to drive back into town to bring them out for the weekend, finally bringing their big friendship group together in their rented cabin for the summer. Of course Mollie had visited her family (with her brother John and his wife Michelle reminding her they wouldn’t be up at the lake until next week) to fill the time while she waited for Allison and Chase to be ready, as well as stocking up on supplies, but now Mollie was more than ready to kick back and relax.

After she’d been in the water, of course.

Thankfully Mollie had put a bikini on underneath her clothes, just a simple little red thing, before picking up her friends today, so as soon as she’d parked outside their cabin, brought the cooler of drinks and snacks into the kitchen, and dumped her duffel bag by the stairs, she stripped off her clothes as she walked towards the tempting water. Bryony wolf-whistled as Mollie walked past the three who were already there, and Mollie just flipped them all off with a grin, kicking off her shoes quickly before taking off in a run down the dock and diving into the water.

Bliss.

Allison and Chase, both having stripped down to their swimsuits too, wasted no time in joining Mollie in the water, and all Mollie could do was smile as she resurfaced. This was summer. All of them together in glorious weather at the most beautiful place in Kelowna. What more could she ever want?

“LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN!”

Mollie turned her head at Michael’s hollering, grinning at the sight of the familiar figure walked over from the neighbouring cabin. Tyson. Mollie eagerly hauled herself back up onto the dock, slipping back into her shoes and picking up a towel from the stack at the beginning of the dock to dry herself off with as she walked back to the cabins, waving hello as she got closer.

“There you are.”

Mollie just grinned and threw her arms around Tyson’s neck, him just laughing as he picked her up, swinging her round in a circle, not seeming to care that she was getting him wet.

“You’d think you were happy to see me or something,” Tyson teased, setting her back on her feet.

“Oh hush, you know I am,” Mollie sighed happily, running the towel over her wet hair, “Are you happy to be back here?”

“You know it,” he nodded, smiling sweetly at her, “even more so knowing that I’m nowhere near Buffalo and that you’re here.”

Well Mollie would never say no to a bit of Tyson charm.

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Mr Jost,” she mused, trying to calm her racing heart.

It wasn’t fair that nothing about him had changed at all and yet somehow his pretty curls and pretty face were even more handsome since she’d last seen him. So unfair.

“HEY LOVEBIRDS!”

A shout from Bryony broke Mollie out of her thoughts, and she saw Tyson blush fiercely as they both looked at the group by the chairs to see them all smirking at the two of them. And to think it was usually Allison who was the troublemaker. Mollie just flipped them all double birds, earning laughter.

“We’d better go before people start talking eh?” she laughed, trying to hide her blush.

“Let them talk,” Tyson grinned, but starting walking over to the ring of chairs anyway.

It wasn’t fair that her stomach filled with butterflies at the simple sight of his smile.

As Louis handed Mollie a cold white claw, Tyson already having one in hand, she took the empty seat at Tyson’s side. By the time that Allison and Chase hauled themselves out the water to join the group, they were all well on their way to catching up.

They talked about Bryony and Louis still being together, their relationship going on 5 years strong. They talked about Allison losing another job, her uncle having taken pity on her and letting her do his administration for the summer cabins he owned. They talked about the school year, how parents and kids were a stressful nightmare most days now. They talked about Tyson’s season, sort of, Tyson just saying that he was happy to be back up from the AHL. They talked about Tyson’s sister Kacey, how she was kicking ass and taking names. They talked about Chase’s hard-earned promotion at work, finally getting the recognition he deserved. They talked about all the plans they had for the next two months here at the lake and the more they talked and drank and laughed, Mollie just sank back in her chair, taking everything in, soaking everything up.

This really was heaven.

Tyson noticed her relax back in her chair and just smiled at her, earning a genuine smile back. Yeah this was going to be a summer to remember, she could feel it.

Another couple of days passed at the lake cabin, Chase and Allison heading back into town while Tyson stayed at his place, and Mollie couldn’t be happier. Happy enough to make breakfast pancakes and bacon for Bryony, Louis and Michael after she showered following her early run around the lake, leaving it all in the oven for them with a note while she cleared up. Breakfast she could handle – it was the little things. She knew her friends would appreciate it anyway.

As she was taking out the trash though, she spotted Tyson doing exactly the same from his cabin, and waved enthusiastically at him, grinning as he laughed. He was clearly still adjusting to waking up early, same as she was – he still looked a little bleary eyed as they walked towards the end of their driveways.

“Good morning Tys!” she said cheerfully.

“Morning!” he mused.

She jogged over to him, Tyson catching her in a hug as she reached his side, making her laugh and squeeze him back tightly. Mornings like this were exactly what she had missed while he was away. As she pulled away though, her phone buzzed with a series of texts, and she pulled out her phone only to frown at the sender. Her ex. Ew. He really wasn’t getting the hint.

“Who’s making your face do that?”

Mollie cursed under her breath and tucked her phone away with.

“It’s no-one,” she said simply, willing him to let it go.

“No-one doesn’t make you grimace like that,” Tyson pointed out, “And it doesn’t make you hide it from me. So who is it?”

She really couldn’t pretend around him, could she? And it wasn’t like he hadn’t heard about her terrible ex boyfriends before.

“It’s my ex. Justin. It’s been six months since I caught him texting other girls with all the things he wanted to do to them, and while I don’t know if he physically cheated, I still kicked him to the curb the moment I found out. Every now and again he blows up my phone, even though I never answer him,” Mollie explained, “His mom even knows and yells at him for bugging me. He’ll get bored soon enough.”

Yeah, this latest ex wasn’t exactly one of her finest choices.

The deep frown that shifted onto Tyson’ face was an interesting reaction though.

“If he doesn’t leave you alone, tell me. I still know enough people in this town, and I can hunt him down and punch him if he doesn’t back off.”

A rush of heat went through her veins at his words, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

There was a flashback in her mind to when they were 15, when Tyson found out that her first boyfriend Todd kissed Jenny Prince behind her back, and sucker-punched him at school in her honour. It was a beautiful memory. And to know that he’d still defend her like that?

“You always were my knight in shining armour,” Mollie teased.

But Tyson just shrugged. “You know I’ve got your back no matter what. That’s what best friends are for.”

Such a sweetheart.

Something about his tone though, how seriously he’d taken her words, made Mollie keep her eye on Tyson throughout the day, and by the time that late afternoon rolled around when their barbecue was in full swing, she finally cornered him again. There was just something in his eyes that looked…tense. It wasn’t the Tyson she knew and it worried her that even in the most relaxing place in Kelowna, he still looked so stressed.

“Hey, Tys, fresh beer?”

Tyson smiled his thanks, taking it with a nod. There was no one else standing too closely so she didn’t feel bad for confronting him like this, not at all.

“So are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?” she said softly.

Tyson’s eyes widened a little, before he huffed out a laugh.

“There’s no point hiding anything with you, is there?”

Just like her with him. But Mollie winced. “If there’s something you don’t actually want to talk about, then I’m not going to push. That’s the last thing I want.”

Tyson just nodded, taking a sip of his beer, as if to steel himself. Clearly this was more than passing worry. What was going on?

“Every summer I’ve ever had has been the same. Arrive back to Kelowna, get sympathy and pitying smiles for how shitty the season was, hanging about by the lake, train, start hockey again. I’m tired of it,” Tyson groaned.

“Tired of it?” she asked, confused, trying to understand what he meant.

Surely he didn’t mean he was tired of hockey? She knew how much the sport meant to him.

“I’m tired, Mollie. I feel like I’m stuck, doing the same thing over and over with the same nothing at the end. I need to do something new or I feel like I’m going to go crazy,” Tyson sighed.

Okay, okay that she could manage.

“It must be so frustrating, pouring your whole heart into the sport you love, and not getting the reward you deserve. And the fact that you still feel like this in the off season? That’s not good, Tys,” Mollie murmured, “What can I do to help?”

He sent her a sad smile.

“I’m not sure, really. If I don’t know what I can do, I don’t know what anyone else can do,” he said softly, “But being here with you right now, talking with you like this, I appreciate it. I don’t exactly trust many people with my full thoughts like this.”

That both saddened her and made her heart soar. The fact that he didn’t really have anyone else he could really talk to was devastating…but the fact that he trusted her enough? That was everything.

“Then we can talk and vent and rant and scream as much as you need. And we’ll build your happiness back up, just like you deserve. I’m here for you, Tyson,” she said firmly.

“Yeah?”

That smile would be the end of her, she just knew it.

“Yeah, I mean it,” she nodded, helpless to do anything but smile back.

“Wanna help me make this the best summer ever?” he grinned.

“You do know that sounds like the start of a coming of age film, right?” Mollie teased.

Tyson nudged her with his shoulder, earning a nudge back.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, hope filling his voice.

“Obviously,” she grinned.

How could she say no to him?

But as she looked into his eyes, there was something in his gaze that made her breath hitch in her chest, her grin sliding from her face. Tyson seemed to be caught in the moment too as his own face drifted into neutral, his eyes locked on hers in return. She didn’t realise how close they had shifted until her fingers brushed against his arm, Tyson’s eyes darting down to where they were touching before he looked back up at her. Her heart was pounding, ears full of a rushing sound, her thoughts filled with nothing but the dazed look on Tyson’s face.

It was when his gaze flicked down to her lips that she jolted out of her reverie, just in time for a couple of shrieks and splashes came from the end of the dock.

Fuck. Fuck.

What was that? What the hell was that?

“Mollie…” Tyson murmured, fingers brushing against hers finally.

“I’m going to get some more food,” she said quickly, stepping backwards.

It took all her strength to turn away from the confused hurt expression on Tyson’s face, and walk over to join Bryony and Louis at the barbecue, plastering a smile on her face as her head whirled, desperately trying not to panic. Tyson had almost kissed her. She had almost kissed Tyson. Tyson wanted to kiss her. She wanted to kiss Tyson. Did she want to kiss Tyson?

Of course she wanted to.

But since when did she give into fleeting desires around him? And since when did he ever look at her like that? No, she couldn’t deal with this. She wouldn’t, not tonight. Maybe not ever. What the hell, Tyson?

Tyson and Mollie didn’t talk about the moment they shared at all. The first two weeks of their two month summer, almost a full week since that fateful night, passed quickly and the longer they went not mentioning it, Mollie found herself burying the topic completely. From Wednesday morning to Friday midday, Mollie, Tyson, Bryony, Louis and Chase all quickly fell into a routine that she knew would carry on for the rest of the summer. Mollie did her usual run along the lake front each morning, with Bryony and Tyson joining her for a yoga session today, the Friday morning. She spent each day cycling through swimming, sunbathing, and reading, all of the group taking it in turns to cook dinner while sorting out their own lunches. She kayaked with Chase and Tyson for a couple of hours before lunch on Thursday, the three of them paddling in a comfortable silence most the way, taking pictures to make their friends jealous of the beautiful views.

And now Bryony and Louis were back from their grocery run for the barbecue tonight, to celebrate Mollie’s brother John and his wife Michelle coming up for the weekend, as well as Tyson’s friends Mat and Dante arriving ahead of their own week’s stay. They’d all met Mat and Dante before, the two of them joining Tyson for a few summer’s now (and Dante joining on his own the year before that started) so Mollie was well prepared for the chaos those two always seemed to bring. At least in comparison to the peace and calm that Tyson’s friend JT brought when he visited (which he would be doing for two weeks after Dante and Mat left).

It was going to be an interesting stretch of time, that was for sure.

After Tyson had gotten his friends settled in, they immediately joined Mollie’s group to chill on the clearing by the dock, relaxing for a few hours before they needed to start prepping for the barbecue tonight. Chase and Allison wouldn’t be joining them until later, and neither would John and Michelle, but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t have fun before then.

“We’ve got snacks and fresh fruit and cold beers, help yourselves,” Michael grinned, waving towards the coolers on the back decking of their cabin.

Mat, Dante, and Tyson saluted, making them all laugh, Tyson carrying over their own crate of beers to add to the coolers too. Mollie just stayed silent, offering Tyson a small smile, to which he sent a hesitant one back. Great. He was still going to be awkward around his friends too. With a quiet sigh, quiet enough that no-one else heard it, she laid back down on her deckchair, eager to let the sun wash away the underlying tension she was desperate to ignore.

Maybe with his friends here, Tyson would get over the awkwardness and they could return to normal. At least, she hoped they could. She didn’t know what she would do if they didn’t.

“So, Mollie looks good, huh?”

“Don’t even think about it Barzy,” Tyson scowled.

Dante and Mat looked at each other only briefly before bursting into laughter.

“We know she’s yours, Josty. Chill,” Dante snickered.

“She’s not mine,” Tyson shot back, narrowing his eyes.

His friends just laughed harder.

“Yeah okay, and you totally weren’t distracted when she was sunbathing in that tiny pink bikini this afternoon, right,” Mat teased.

“I swear, I will throw you in the lake.”

The weekend was…odd, to say the least. Mollie didn’t spend nearly as much time with Tyson as she normally did, mostly because he looked like he didn’t know what to say to her and she didn’t have a clue what to say to him. She got away with it though, having her brother and sister-in-law up at the cabin, and Tyson having his friends to distract him. She had to get over this weirdness. She needed to.

On the Sunday evening, when her brother John and Michelle drove back into town, she followed them back, staying at her apartment for a night ahead of a family dinner their mom had insisted on for the Monday night. It wasn’t a hardship to take a little break from the cabin, using the time to pamper herself with a long bath and a face mask, giving herself the time to refresh. And Monday she spent giving her apartment a giant deep clean, driving all thoughts from her mind until she only had enough time to shower and change before heading over to her parents house.

“Mollie! Baby! Are you eating enough?”

Mollie just rolled her eyes fondly at her mom’s greeting.

“Nice to see you too mom. I brought wine,” she mused, stepping into her childhood home.

“Ooh, I do love a good cabernet, thank you darling. John and Michelle are already here – they’re with your dad in the den,” her mom said cheerfully, “I’m just finishing up in here!”

“I’ll help you, mom. It’s been a while.”

Mollie’s mom just beamed at her, kissing her cheek before wandering back into the kitchen. She followed with a smile on her face, heart bursting with the love that only a mom could cause, her mom especially. Mollie put on the apron that her mom passed her, the two of them chopping vegetables for the salad in a comfortable silence, Mollie just enjoying her mom dancing along to the radio while they worked. True to her word, they didn’t take long to finish preparing everything, and in no time at all, her mom was calling everyone to the table for dinner.

Incredible chicken pot pie, with creamy mash, a variety of greens, and homemade gravy, with a fruit cobbler for dessert. This was exactly what she needed.

What she didn’t need was her brother opening his mouth the moment that they finished eating.

“So mom, has Mollie told you about Tyson yet?”

What the hell?

“No? Is everything okay?” her mom asked, voice full of concern as she turned to look at Mollie.

She kicked her brother under the table but he just smiled sweetly at her. Her older brother was such a child.

“He’s fine mom. A little stressed after the season, but fine,” Mollie said, as calmly as she could.

“I was talking about all the flirting actually,” John said innocently.

“Shut up, John! There hasn’t been any flirting!” she hissed.

He was a dead man. Michelle could move on happily.

“Flirting?” her dad frowned.

“Flirting?!” her mom cried happily.

For fuck’s sake. She needed to nip this in the bud before her mom pulled out her scrapbooks.

“There is no flirting. John is delusional, maybe a touch of heat stroke. You really check that out for him, Michelle,” Mollie said firmly, her sister-in-law just sending her a pitying smile, “Tyson and I don’t flirt with each other.”

“It’s been different this year and you know it,” John shot back.

Michelle elbowed him, but other than a grunt he didn’t react at all, his smirk staying put.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s one of my best friends and you know it,” Mollie scowled.

“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” John sing-songed.

“Oh you assho-”

“That’s enough,” their mom interrupted, gaze firm. Mollie snapped her mouth shut, John doing the same. “Johnathan Neil Thomas, cut it out. If Mollie says they’re still just friends, then that’s that.”

Mollie smiled triumphantly, earning an eye roll from her brother.

“And Mollie Eliza Thomas, if there ever is a change between you and Tyson then you know you can be open with us.”

Ugh.

“Mom!” Mollie hissed.

John just threw his head back and cackled, not even flinching at the elbow from his wife this time. How was he 27 years old?

“Alright, alright, I’m stopping,” their mom grinned, “and so is John.”

Seriously. It was bad enough that her head was messed up from whatever the hell had happened at the lake the other day, whatever the hell had been happening since Tyson came back this summer, but she didn’t need her family adding to it too.

“Cheer up buttercup. Whatever happens, happens,” her dad shrugged, smiling.

Mollie didn’t know if that made things better or worse. Sure, John could be doing the opposite, getting defensive and shutting down a ‘potential’ relationship between her and Tyson (not that there was anything) but this wasn’t helping.

“I’m disowning you all,” Mollie grumbled, “not you Michelle. As always, you’re an angel.”

Her brother’s wife just beamed. “If John doesn’t want to sleep on the sofa tonight, he’ll stop.”

What an angel she was indeed.

Her dad tactfully changed the topic to his upcoming fly fishing trip, finally giving Mollie some peace, but she was lost in her head from there on out, Michelle just filling up her wine glass in solidarity. By the time John and Michelle went home, Mollie had drunk a couple of glasses too many to safely drive home, so she crashed in her childhood bedroom, her mom thrilled that she got to fuss over her for another day.

Her dad promised to make her a hearty breakfast.

While she got ready for bed, doing her usual skincare routine after she changed, Mollie finally let herself embrace her thoughts. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, John’s teasing had gotten under her skin.

It’s been different this year and you know it.

Because it had been different this year. This summer had been full of all of this tension that hadn’t been there before that she didn’t know what to do with. This was her and Tyson. If she couldn’t figure out what it all meant to her, then where did that leave them?

Oh.

Oh no.

John was right. He’d been right all along. It was different this year. Everything with Tyson had felt different this year, the flirty teasing, the innocent touches, the way her heart had skipped at his smile. But why? What had changed?

And what could she do about it?

Tyson had never said anything to her about being more than friends in all of their years of knowing each other, not even as a joke in passing. There’d never been a moment like that almost moment before the barbecue the other day. There’d never been anything that had flared Mollie’s feelings into a tailspin like this, but now? Now she didn’t know what to think.

Breathe. Take a moment.

Mollie inhaled shakily, running her trembling hands through her chestnut hair. It was like a dam had burst, her emotions rushing over like a tidal wave, her heart racing and her breathing getting ragged. This had changed everything. How could she not think about Tyson differently now that the floodgates had opened? How could she ignore that he was her everything now that she’d admitted it to herself? What the hell was she supposed to do now?

“Mollie? Is everything alright?”

Mollie snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of her mom’s voice through the door, clearly having seen her light was still on. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it.

“Yeah mom, just doing some yoga!” Mollie called back, hoping that the lie wasn’t too obvious, that her voice wasn’t too shaky.

“Alright sweetheart, get some rest! I’ll see you in the morning,”

Mollie just squeezed her eyes shut tightly, balling her fists at her sides as she curled up under her duvet. This wasn’t fair. All these years she’d maintained an amazing friendship with Tyson, a constant steadiness that she cherished, but now…could it really stay the same? Could she stay the same, knowing her feelings were actually real, when he didn’t feel the same? Could she pretend to be normal?

Could they even stay friends?

At the lake, unbeknown to Mollie, Tyson was going through his own emotional turmoil, sitting with Dante and Mat in the living area of his cabin.

“What’s going on with you and Mollie?”

“It feels different this year,” was all Tyson could offer to Dante’s question.

“Different…how?” Dante frowned.

Tyson sighed, running a hand over his face, missing the look that his friends exchanged.

“Tys, seriously. You and Mollie have always been so close, and yeah we tease you about it…but has something happened?” Mat said softly.

“I don’t know. There have been some moments. Like, emotionally-charged moments. That first weekend when we first saw each other again, she was wearing this tiny red bikini and she just looked so carefree and beautiful and so goddamn hot that it completely blew past all my defences. I couldn’t help but flirting and she flirted back. Talking to her felt like my heart was clenching and there was something in her eyes that said it wasn’t just me. And the other day at the barbecue, I just…I don’t know. We almost kissed and then she basically ran away,” Tyson said miserably.

Mat laughed softly, making Tyson whine in protest.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Oh it’s kinda funny. Why is it that everyone can see the connection between you two other than you?” Mat mused.

“We’re just friends. That’s all she wants, clearly,” Tyson sighed.

“That’s all she wants? Are you saying that you want more?” Dante asked, grinning.

Tyson just whined again at his friend’s excitement, dropping his head to rest in his hands. He couldn’t deny it, not any more. Not now that things felt so different, so…new. How could he?

“So you’re admitting that you like her. Finally. Are you sure that friendship is all Mollie wants? Have you even said anything?” Mat asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Why would I say anything?!” Tyson yelped, lifting his head up again.

Was Mat crazy?

Both Mat and Dante rolled their eyes. “You literally said that it wasn’t just you that had that emotionally charged moment,” Mat pointed out.

“I know but…”

“If there’s another moment like that, why don’t you just take a chance?” Dante interrupted, before Tyson could spiral into a panic, “if things are stressing you out this much, then maybe she’s feeling the same.”

Tyson bit his bottom lip, contemplating his friend’s words. Could he really do that?

Mat sighed, seeing Tyson’s hesitation. “Look, bud, you never know until you try. The friendship that you and Mollie have is so solid – even if things don’t happen between you two, nothing will change that.”

“I guess you’re right. She wouldn’t be weird about it, even if it is just me with feelings,” Tyson murmured.

Mat frowned, opening his mouth to argue, but Dante just elbowed him in the ribs, making him grunt.

“I don’t think it is just you, but yeah, you really should act on this, before you get too in your head about things. I know it’s scary and I know that you’ve got to take a risk, but I honestly think it’s going to pay off. It’s Mollie, Tys. How can things not?” Dante said warmly.

Mat nodded enthusiastically, making Tyson laugh softly.

“You really think I could take a chance?”

“Absolutely. You’re Tyson fucking Jost – you’ve got this!” Dante grinned.

Tyson smiled weakly, trying to put on a brave face. He wasn’t convinced, not with how much was on the line. Mollie was too important for him to lose. But maybe, just maybe, he could gain even more?

The week went on with Mollie no closer to an answer to what her next steps should be. At least Tyson was a little more relaxed around her, offering her genuine smiles rather than the awkward ones he’d been giving her since their almost moment. On Mat and Dante’s penultimate day, Allison arranged for a four jet skis to be sent up to the lake as a surprise, and they all took turns in racing each other on them, no-one getting too drunk to make sure they stayed safe.

After a few races on the jet ski, Mollie took a break, letting Louis take over to race Bryony, Mat and Dante, while Michael cheered them on and took photos. She could see her phone lighting up with jealous messages from Allison and Chase – FOMO was a bitch – so she could already predict that Allison would be extending their rental until after the full weekend had passed so she could have a go herself.

Mollie headed back out of the cabin with a book, a bottle of water, and some sunscreen, ready to relax for a little while now that she’d pulled some shorts back on, only to see Tyson already sitting where she had been planning to sit. Maybe it was fate. Maybe this was the time they needed, apart from the others. Maybe this was a sign.

Then again, Tyson had been fairly quiet today so far, letting Mat and Dante take the reins in conversation.

“Hey Tys. Mind if I join you?”

He jolted, looking up at her like she’d surprised him, making her frown slightly.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.”

Okay, not quite the reaction she’d been expecting. Even for him, this was weird. Still, she sat down in the chair next to him, reapplying her sunscreen before opening up her book. But the way that Tyson was sitting silently next to her, just staring out at the lake, was unsettling.

“Is everything okay?” she murmured, putting her bookmark in her book.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

His answer was so short, almost distant, unlike any way he’d ever spoken to her, and it hurt a little to hear that tone in his voice. Maybe she was just missing something, but him brushing her off like that on top of all of her emotional turmoil lately was just enough to make tears spring to her eyes.

It was all she could do to swallow heavily to keep her composure, and she stood up, dropping her book on her chair.

“Where are you going?” Tyson frowned.

“I don’t know. Just need to clear my head, I guess,” Mollie shrugged, attempting to keep her voice light.

“Can I come with you?” Tyson blurted.

That would be the opposite of helpful right now. But when he looked at her so hopefully, how could she say no? Maybe he’d actually open up, and his attitude was all a big misunderstanding? She could only hope. She couldn’t take him pulling away from her, if that’s what this was.

No, she had to have hope.

With a quick glance over her shoulder to check that their friends were all occupied, Mollie started to walk in the opposite direction down the lake front, knowing that Tyson would be following her. She wandered, a little aimlessly, trying to clear her head as she’d said to him, but nothing helped knowing that it was his footsteps following her.

Eventually she slowed to a stop at a little cove, ducking into it to get out of the harsh light of the sun, and Tyson stopped next to her, offering her a small smile. She had to return it – this was the place they’d dubbed ‘their spot’ after all. Back in Tyson’s first summer, she’d found him here after a difficult training session, full of frustration and homesickness, and it had been one of the things that bonded them so quickly. She’d never told anyone about this place, that it was hers and Tyson’s. Mollie hadn’t intended to come here, but clearly her subconscious had other plans.

Tyson took a step towards her, slipping slightly on a rock, and Mollie’s hands darted out to stead him, Tyson clinging to her forearms as he regained his balance. It was only when she laughed and looked back up at him that she realised they were standing so close that she could count his eyelashes, and she froze.

No, no she couldn’t do this. She needed less drama, less intensity, less…

“Mollie,” Tyson murmured, voice breathy.

“Tys, I…I can’t,” she choked.

Her head was swirling as she jerked out of his grip, trying not to slip herself as she stepped past him, but Tyson grabbed her hand to stop her leaving.

“Mollie, please don’t go! Just listen to me!” Tyson begged.

The desperation in his voice made her stop in her tracks. She closed her eyes, keeping her back to him as she tried to control her racing heartbeat, jumping slightly as his hand move to touch her shoulder. Against her better judgement, with a gentle squeeze of his hand, she turned back around to face him, biting her lip at the devastation in his face.

“Tys,” she whispered, a little helplessly.

He’d never looked at her like that before, like she had the power to destroy him completely. She wasn’t sure if she liked it.

“Mollie, sweetheart…”

Sweetheart. He trailed off at her whimper, running a shaky hand through his unruly curls before he looked into her eyes with such determination that butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“You’ve got to know how much I like you, Mollie. Seriously. You’re one of the only people I keep in touch with from home, one of the only true friends I can count on, and you know how much our friendship means to me. But you’ve got to know how our friendship has evolved. It’s…more now, right? You feel it too?”

Mollie’s breath caught in her throat. He…what?

How much I like you.

How much our friendship means to me.

Our friendship has evolved.

You feel it too?

“Please. Say something,” Tyson begged.

How could she deny him that? After everything she started admitting to herself? She closed her eyes, swallowing heavily, only opening them when her heart cracked open a little. If he could be honest, as much of a dream as it felt, then so could she.

“I do feel it, Tys. I just…I didn’t let myself hope that you felt the same,” she whispered.

There it was. She’d finally said the words out loud. Tyson let out a wounded noise, low and sad, but Mollie didn’t say anything. What else could she say without losing all composure?

“I’ve liked you for so long, Molls. I just never let myself act on it because I didn’t think you felt the same. But now…”

Tyson trailed off again into nothing, letting out a whoosh of breath. The hope and wonder in his voice sent a thrill through Mollie’s body, her heart beating a little bit faster. Tyson liked her. He really liked her! And she’d told him how she felt about him too? She’d never thought this moment would actually happen. Definitely not since her emotional realisation a few evenings ago. But now that it was? It felt mindblowing. Was this really happening?

But there was still that niggle of doubt she couldn’t deny. So Mollie gathered her thoughts while Tyson stayed silent, hoping they wouldn’t bite her in the ass.

“I can’t do this if it’s just for the summer,” Mollie blurted, “I can’t be only a fling for you, Tyson. I wouldn’t be able to cope with that. Not with you.”

Tyson quickly shook his head, reaching out to clasp both of her hands in his, making her gasp softly at the warmth in his grip.

“You could never be a fling. This is the real deal between us, Mollie. I know it is. You know it is,” Tyson said firmly.

Mollie just nodded, choking out a laugh, unable to stop the tears welling up in her eyes as she smiled at him, earning a hopeful smile back. He was right. Deep down, no matter how her insecurities whispered, she knew that their friendship meant a solid foundation. It wasn’t a temporary wavering summer-fun. It was…everything.

“So what are you saying?” Mollie murmured, trying to blink away the tears.

Was this really happening?

“Will you be my girl?” Tyson asked, his voice full of hope.

Mollie choked a laugh, her voice thick with the tears that wouldn’t leave. “Yeah, Tys. I’ll be your girl,”

Tyson let out a whoop, throwing his head back, making Mollie laugh again. What a ridiculous guy. She liked him so much. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand rising to cup her cheek, making her inhale sharply as his eyes went more serious.

“Can I kiss you now? Finally?”

Mollie tilted her head up to press her lips to his in answer.

Being with Tyson was easy, easier than Mollie could’ve ever imagined. Somehow that transition from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend was seamless, with not even a little awkwardness like she’d feared there would’ve been. She attributed that to Tyson mainly though – he was such a driving force of happiness, and now that she’d allowed herself to feel all those thoughts she’d subconsciously pushed down before, it was like everything had clicked into place. It was almost like it was fate.

Fate that she was seizing with both hands and never letting go.

The moment that they’d returned to the cabins from the cove, Dante had taken one look at them and demanded Mat to ‘pay up’. Bryony had immediately pulled out her phone, typing away furiously, until she groaned and admitted that Allison had won their pool. Tyson had just laughed when he realised that everyone had been betting on the two of them, Mollie hiding her face in his chest with a groan. Somehow she wasn’t surprised – it was their friends after all – but that didn’t make her feel any better in the moment.

Nor did John’s smug texts – Michelle’s happy ones soothed that a little. She wasn’t surprised either when Tyson came to her after the weekend and admitted that John had given him a shovel talk in private, one that he refused to share the details of (so she knew it had to be violent), but when she’d texted John to berate him, all her brother said was that he approved and that Tyson was a good guy.

That much she knew already, thank you very much.

The rest of their summer raced by. After Mat and Dante left, JT stayed for two weeks, just as thrilled for them as Tyson’s other friends had been (especially since he won the bet he had with Alex Kerfoot about them). After JT left, Kacey and Tyson’s mom came up to stay for a week, and their genuine heartfelt welcome to the family talks left Mollie more emotional than ever, Tyson just smiling with watery eyes (that he later denied).

And obviously her parents were thrilled, Tyson being dragged down to a couple of family dinner over the remaining six weeks of summer, in between his intense workouts, getting him ready for the upcoming season.

But those six weeks flew by faster than Mollie anticipated, the end of summer drawing closer, and Tyson only had few weeks before he needed to get back to Buffalo for training camp. His time at his cabin had come to an end, as had Mollie’s, so he’d come to stay at her apartment with her while he figured out what he wanted to for his remaining time.

The more time Mollie could spend with him, the better, so she wasn’t going to complain. Especially if it meant waking up in Tyson's arms in the mornings. Even if it meant Tyson watching her with adoring expressions as she shuffled through old lesson plans to see which she could spruce up ahead of the upcoming school year.

A few days into them living in her apartment together though, Tyson made breakfast for them both and sat down opposite her with a serious expression on his face, making her a little nervous. They ate mostly in silence, the radio playing in the background, and it wasn’t until he’d put their plates in the sink that Tyson was ready to talk.

“Everything’s been so good between us, right?” he blurted.

The nervous expression on his face made her heart twinge, and not in a fun way.

“It has for me?” she offered, wincing.

“It has for me too, I promise,” he said quickly, taking the edge off her anxiety, “I just…I’ve been thinking a lot. About our future. Where we could end up. Where I want our relationship to end up.”

She tried valiantly to ignore how her heart started beating a little faster.

“What have you been thinking?” she prompted, hoping her voice didn’t sound too shaky.

“I don’t know where I’m going to end up with hockey in the future. The Avs didn’t want me, it didn’t work out with the Wild, and who knows where I’ll be after this coming year with the Sabres after all the up and down this past season. I don’t know where I’ll be playing or what city I’ll be in, but…will you come with me?”

Mollie’s jaw dropped slightly, her breath catching in her throat. He wanted her to go with him? To leave Kelowna? Tyson saw her shock and immediately reached across the island counter to take both of her hands in his, desperate to ground her as he knew she needed.

“I know this is fast, or at least it would be by normal relationship standards, but with how long we’ve known each other and with how right this feels…I just can’t bear the thought of another 9 months without you. Especially not in Buffalo,” Tyson said, his eyes wide and honest.

Go with Tyson? Uproot everything she’d ever known, move away from all her friends, her job, her life?

“Tyson, I…”

She trailed off, biting her lip, unsure of how to continue as her thoughts swirled. But as soon as she did, she noticed how Tyson’s shoulders slumped slightly, his grip on her hands going limp.

“No, you’re right. It’s too soon, isn’t it? I couldn’t ask you to give up your whole life, just like that, that's not fair on you,” Tyson sighed, finally dropping her hands.

Her breath caught in her throat at the defeat in his eyes. That, more than anything else, she hated. How he second guessed himself? His lack of self confidence? That devastation, it just wasn’t right. So Mollie shook her head, taking his hands back in hers.

“Tys, I need a moment to process, yeah?”

He nodded, a glimmer of hope entering his eyes again, making her smile slightly. Mollie huffed out a breath, running her thumbs over his knuckles, as she tried to process his words. Moving with Tyson – moving in with Tyson fully – would change everything. It would be the biggest step she’d ever taken with a relationship, but with Tyson it would be…

“Tell me what’s going through your mind,” Tyson begged, interrupting her flow.

“You just can’t stand the silence huh,” she teased, unable to resist.

“You know I can’t,” he laughed.

But the laugh was strained, making her sigh. Time to be honest.

“I guess…the main thing going through my mind is that this is such a big step,” she admitted.

“Yeah it is. But it’s also exciting? And I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure it would work,” Tyson said honestly.

She couldn’t help but blush slightly. The fact that he was so certain about their relationship was refreshing. And she knew that Tyson always put his whole heart into everything, which was exciting - no-one else had ever had this conviction.

“What about my job? My friends? My family? And a visa? I’ve never even left BC, you know I haven’t,” Mollie prompted, going through all her doubts.

Tyson tilted his head back slightly, averting his eyes as he chewed his lip, clearly deep in thought. She couldn’t help but smile – he really was putting so much effort into this.

“I know you love teaching, even though the school you’re at right now has terrible parents…but I know you’d also smash any teaching job in any place, so I think that part is solvable? Family and friends though…that’s the big sacrifice. And I know, because it sucks leaving mine at the end of every summer. It’s sucked leaving you at the end of every summer, even though we were only ever just friends before. I don’t want to leave you again, but I understand if only seeing everyone else a few times a year outside of summer is a deal breaker,” Tyson sighed, “The visa thing I can work out with my agent, so that shouldn’t be an issue. And I know that you haven’t ever left BC – but there’s so much of the world I want to show you, even if that starts with Buffalo.”

Mollie huffed out a breath at his words, knowing he was speaking from the heart. But what should she do? Tyson watched the frustration play out across her face and smiled sadly, squeezing her hands in comfort.

“Hey, whatever you decide, just know that it won’t change how much I love you, yeah?” he said softly.

He loves her? Of all the times to drop that declaration, so simple and sweet. How could her heart not sing at that?

“My god, Tys, I love you too. So much. And you’re right, it would suck to watch you leave again because everything is so different this year. I finally have you and to lose you?”

Mollie frowned, shaking her head as she cut herself off. How could she let him go?

Tyson saw the change in her expression, a wide smile spreading across his lips. “So…?” he asked hopefully.

She laughed at his prompting, and squeezed his hands back.

“Yeah, Tyson, I’m willing to try this, to try us,” Mollie nodded, smiling, “I’ll move with you, to Buffalo, and then wherever you go after that.”

Tyson whooped and stood up from his chair, making her laugh again as he ran around to her side of the island, which quickly turned into a squeal as he threw his arms around her and picked her up to spin her in a circle. The joy in his face was just pure happiness, and Mollie knew right then that she’d made the right decision.

“I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us,” Tyson grinned, resting his forehead against hers.

There was so much to think about, with moving, with getting a visa, with her job, with her apartment in Kelowna. But a future with Tyson? That was all Mollie wanted - and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them either.

#my writing #tyson jost fic #summer days pass me by #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost fanfic #tyson jost x oc #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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rj-anderson · 2 months ago

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Do you love listening to a really well done audiobook? So do I. That's why I'm delighted to announce that the newly recorded audiobook of my UK-bestselling fantasy novel Knife is now available on Audible, Spotify, and other great listening sites!

There are humans at the bottom of the garden, and a glimpse inside their forbidden House convinces the fierce young faery hunter known as Knife that their knowledge could help her dying people.

But if the human world has so much to offer, why is the faery Queen determined to keep her people away from it? Is there a connection between the House and the faeries’ loss of magic? And why is Knife so drawn to the young Paul McCormick — that strangest of creatures, a human male?

This new 15th anniversary edition is read by Eva Kaminsky, a veteran actress and audiobook narrator, and she's done a terrific job bringing Bryony, Wink, Thorn, and the other inhabitants of the Oakenwyld to life. I'm grateful to Oasis Audio and Enclave Publishing for making this recording possible, and giving more readers a chance to hear Knife's story for the first time.

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eartheats · 2 years ago

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...go into the guest room to check my bag for berries and they're. gone???

well what the heck. i already checked with lulu to see if he'd swiped 'em or somethin' but he didn't, like the good boy he is. i gotta see if i can find 'em, i do need to give lulu his meds soon...and i wanted to give soliel a tasty treat too

#ren talks #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #bryony's house arc

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thepenultimateword · 6 months ago

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Hard fingers crushed Bryony's arms, yanking, dragging, bruising, and finally shoving her downwards. Her knees hit the floor so hard they throbbed. Why were there marble floors in a study? Who had the right to be this ridiculously wealthy? She fixed her eyes on the veins of grey cutting through the white, half because she doubted the guards would let her look at the master of house so casually, and half because she didn't dare to. The stupidity of her actions was already sinking in with a heavy helping of embarrassed dread.

"My lord Baron," one of the guards said, tightening his fist around Bryony's arm. "We found this thing lurking around the grounds.

"A woman from the village?" came a rich, honied voice. The words seemed to glide with an almost uncanny smoothness. She fought a shudder.

The other guard grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched back her head, hooking his gloved index finger under her top lip to expose two clearly elongated fangs. "We think she's from one of the clans in the wood."

Bryony blinked up at the figure in front of her, half-shadowed by the sun streaming through the window at his back. Even leaned back on his desk as he was his stature was tall, tall, tall. Lycan were always busting out of their clothes, but this was impressive, maybe more so because his clothes were so perfectly tailored to his massive size. Ac couple button winked braggingly from his waistcoat, snug but not tight across his great broad chest. Her eyes traveled from the fitted sleeves with their gracefully buttoned cuffs to the trouser ends tailored right at... Bryony blinked harder. The baron's shoes were weird. More of a wrap than an actual shoe. As she scrutinized the dark cloth and leather, trying to understand the strange shape, something swished along the floor. She leaped a little in the guards' grip and perhaps misinterpreting the movement as a tug for escape, one of them gave her gruff shake. Her eyes jostled in their sockets, but as her head stilled again, her gaze immediately went back to the spot on the floor behind the baron's feet. The bushiest, sleekest, longest-haired tail she'd ever seen brushed the marble.

"You may release her."

"My Lord Baron," a guard protested. "To release such a creature would be a risk to your safety. Especially if it is at its full power.”

Bryony slowly raised her gaze from the tail to the baron’s shadowed face. Her breath caught in her throat. Baron Pell Wulfhelm. Maybe she should have taken that surname more literally. His fur fluffed over his cravat but was sleeked back along his head and face, obviously just as maintained as the tail. The snout was shorter than what she’s seen on wolves in the wood, but there wasn’t much other disparity except the eyes, a warm, human cognac brown rather than the typical yellow, orange, or amber.

Maybe she made a face because Wulfhelm grinned down at her, in doing so baring all his pearly fangs.

"She doesn’t look particularly well-fed to me. Release her.”

The guards broke under the second order; the hold abruptly lifted, and Bryony fell forward onto her hands.

“What is a vampire doing trespassing on Wulfhelm property? My guards think you’re here for me.” He fluffed the fur on one cheek. “I wouldn’t blame you. However, the unconventional manner of your break-in raises some doubts.”

“What break-in?” Bryony said, a little more snarly than intended. “I came up the walk like any other civilized person.”

“My point exactly. No self-respecting vampire would let themselves be caught if they didn't want to be. Especially not without putting up a fight. Not to mention you arrived in broad daylight, putting you at a serious disadvantage.”

“I was going for submissive. Like you said, you would have been suspicious otherwise.”

Wulfhelm circled around his desk and plopped down his chair. “Fair enough. So. Why are you here?"

Bryony slowly rose to her feet, watching the guards out of the corner of eye. They tensed, but as Wulfhelm remained relaxed, they made no move to grab her "I'm looking for a job. People say you're not picky about employees.”

One of the guards scoffed. “What sort of job would Baron Wulfhelm have for a parasite like you?”

Wulfhelm waved him off. "Why?"

Bryony frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You come from one of the clans, don't you? That's not me making assumptions, it's just facts. Your society revolves around hunting the humans; their lives revolve around hunting you in return. There is no foreseeable reason why you would leave the wood and the safety of your clan--something I assume you've done more than once if you've been talking to 'people'--to come here. I cannot benefit you in any way as I’m not willing to open my or anyone else’s veins for you.”

Bryony took a defiant step forward, fangs flashing as she snarled, “I never expected you to! And I don’t need ‘safety’! I don't know if you've ever seen a clan up close, but it's hell! So if it doesn't make any difference to you, I'd like a job!"

A pair of hands clamped on her left arm, and she had to fight the urge to whirl around and bite the guard responsible. "We'll remove her immediately, my lord baron," he said, an air of barely veiled disgust in his voice.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

His pulse beat loud and rapid behind her, excited on power and devotion. She sank her fangs into the inside of her cheeks instead. Why was this happening now? Just because she was emotional? She'd thought she'd gotten the hang of control, but she'd have to try a lot harder if she wanted to remain outside the wood.

Wulfhelm's gaze seemed to burn into her as the second guard grabbed her right arm. Did he see? Did he know?

“I am in need of a new attendant," he said suddenly, causing both guards to freeze mid-step.

Bryony blinked. "Attendant?"

Wulfhelm examined his nails. "Taking care of my clothes, my hair, my food, and other personal duties.”

Bryony blinked again, slowly registering the position. The guards must have processed it at about the same speed because it took them a couple seconds to explode in protest.

"My Lord Baron!"

"Please, for your own safety--"

“Isn’t that the sort of job for another man?” Bryony said.

Wulfhelm shrugged, long tail swishing up into his lap where he brushed through it nonchalantly with his fingers. “Man, woman, I don’t really care. No one can take their eyes off me anyway."

He shot her a knowing look, though Bryony figured it was hard to keep your eyes off any man covered from head to toe in fur not to mention graced with a wolf's head.

She jerked out of the guards' grip with an ease that, for a split second, made them shy back, and stepped right up to Wulfhelm's desk. "You must have other options."

Let's see..." Wulfhelm tapped his chin with one clawed finger. "I don’t trust you around the livestock, you are unable to taste the cooking, I doubt you have any skill in accounting, you're aversion to sunlight makes you unfit for gardening, and my library is already well-attended. My guards would be sorely displeased with me if I put a strange vampire among their ranks, and frankly, I don't trust this not to be a trap, so I'd rather not give you access to my security. I suppose I could offer you a maid position but it involves polishing quite a bit of silver.”

Bryony's mind raced for some other position. Nightwatch? No, he said he didn't want her as security. Ratcatcher? Was that a job here? She didn't know what work looked like in a mansion. In the clan, it was just whatever needed doing, and even then it depended on one's position in the hierarchy. Things must be different here if Wulfhelm allowed so many people from the village to be his employees. Though it was strange he would offer such a personal position to a stranger, one he didn't trust at that.

Suddenly it struck her. This was a rejection. Wulfhelm didn't actually want her as an attendant; he expected her to refuse. That way he could get rid of her without any conflict. Well, if he thought getting rid of her was that easy, he had another thing coming.

“I’ll take the attendant position.” No sooner was it out of her mouth than a heavy pit lodged in her gut, half regret, half anticipation. She didn't know anything about attending a baron. She hadn't ever been allowed near her people's gentry and even if she had, it was nothing like this. But still, this might be her way out.

She looked to Wulfhelm for his reaction, but rather than looking surprised or upset, he seemed...completely unbothered. Like he couldn't have cared less either way.

"Good." He swished his tail back to the floor and rose to his feet. "Because you are my special employee, I'll give you your first day tour, but after that you'll have to get along on your own."

“My lord,” one of the guards protested as Wulfhelm strode past him. “I don’t think it’s safe to have such a creature so close to you at all times.”

"If you are concerned, Sarian, it's your job to see me protected. Take more precautions if you must. But I assure you, I'll be quite safe. Come along, Miss..."

Bryony hurried after him, just a little bit dazed. "Bryony. Just Bryony."

The guards moved to follow as well, but Wulfhelm held up a clawed hand to stop them. "You may return to your posts."

"But the vampire--"

"I don't think I need a guard to protect me from my own personal attendant. Do I, Bryony?"

She shivered at the attentiveness in his gaze, along with the sudden use of her name. He probably didn't know how uncommon that was amongst her kind. "No."

"You see?" With that, Wulfhem was gone, and Bryony, head ducked down, exited the study several steps behind. The baron didn't look back to see if she was still following, but he talked at the air ahead of him like she was. "We'll only cover the main rooms you'll be frequenting. No need to see every bedroom and parlor in this old place. And you may explore the gardens more fully at night when you've finished your evening duties with me. I'll be sure to tell the guards to leave you alone. I'll ask Ronan, my steward, to instruct you on your duties, and tomorrow we'll get your clothes sorted. You're tailoring appointment and the first two sets of clothes are out of the household account, but after that, any personal clothing choices or uniform replacements will come out of your pocket. Oh, you'll receive a stipend of 2 silver pieces per month. This is the main sitting room."

He waved through an open door at a large, pale-yellow room with plush white carpet a fireplace, and several chairs and sofas. "Mainly for attending guests." He continued on down the hall. "Anyway, I'll give you the rest of the day to settle in, but I do expect you to start immediately. My last attendant quit on me quite suddenly and it's been rather a pain finding another. That's the library." This time Wulfhelm only gestured to a large polished door. "You probably won't need to tend to me much while I'm in there, but you are welcome to read any of the books in your off-time."

"You're trusting me to just wander around?" Bryony interjected before he could start on another long rant.

"Until that trust is broken, yes."

"But it thought you didn't..." She frowned at him. "Why? This all seems too easy."

He stopped his speedy step, long enough to turn toward her. "It's a blend of things. I'm desperate for a new attendant. I don't feel like you're here to hurt anyone. I think your presence could be advantageous."

She cocked her head. "Advantageous?"

"Never mind that. I'll show you the kitchens next. I'm sure we can arrange something with the cooks to keep you fed. You can drink from other sources besides humans, correct?"

Bryony bristled. "Of course I can!"

Wulfhelm clearly knew nothing of the clans. If he did, he'd know that a vampire of her station was forbidden from partaking of the "superior source."

"Very good. I'd hate to lose any of my employees or fall prey myself."

Again, so nonchalant. This wasn't some giant trick, was it? A way to move her willingly to a prison cell?

Baron Wulfhelm didn't seem particularly conniving, and his reputation in the villages was good. But that was for humans. Mortals. Bryony was of the very spawn that his family had banished centuries ago. She would probably do well to keep her guard up while she was here. But that didn't change that she had little choice but to trust the baron was being honest. She couldn't afford to return to the clans.

"With focus, Miss Bryony, you're going to walk this route on your own tomorrow."

Bryony jolted back to attention, quickly blinking in the massive kitchen in front of her, full of bronzy ovens, long tables, and bustling chefs. Upon noticing the baron they bowed their head briefly before continuing on with their work.

"You will come here first thing in the morning to collect my breakfast, then bring it to my quarters. That's where we'll be going next. The most important part of the tour: my rooms."

No, Wulfhelm certainly did not act like a man luring her into a trap. From his steady heartbeat to his confident voice, she detected no deception. Perhaps he really was just as kind as the villagers said. Maybe from now on...things could be different.

#Trying really hard not visualize Baron Harkonnen everytime I write “My Lord Baron”#But I like the sound of the title #so i keep using it #creative writing #werewolf #vampire #fancy werewolf #werewolf x vampire

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📁📁📁📁📁 (for an oc or ocs of ur choosing! give them all to me fjdhdjfh)

lukas wears a little pronoun badge and one indicating that they’re mute on their apron at work. the pronoun one was a gift from their best friend, the mute one from their coworkers.

there are blankets scattered all around their apartment because they are chronically cold thanks to their anemia.

casper was the kid in middle school who had a copy of halo on a usb to hand around to everyone, and would win every single quake 3 tournament his friends hosted.

bryony has never seen the ocean and is terrified of swimming.

the closest rafe has come to sobbing in his adult life was getting the call that his father had passed away. he was with caroline at the time and she hugged him without question until he pulled away.

#northsrose #answered.#all energy flows into you and is abolished — ( lore : lukas henshall. )#i’m not a creature that was born; i’m a fire that was set — ( lore : casper sterling. )#she herself is a haunted house — ( lore : bryony hawkins. )#you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep — ( lore : rafe montaigne. )#i have four ocs so u get two lukas tidbits <3

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This Week in Gundam Wing February 10th - July 22nd, 2024

Here’s the roundup for February 10th, 2024 - July 22nd, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

Y’all gotta help me out here. All but one of the things listed in here was sent to the account by ME because I randomly saw a reblog and hit the little arrow and sent it over. I cannot do these posts if I don’t have content to POST. Please send me the things you make AND the things you see from others (unless of course they don’t want to be listed, I know there are tumblrites that take offense to me listing EVERYTHING without bias on here. They are tagged on the listing for what’s in them... like, you ain’t gotta look at it, but whatever. They’re allowed feel that way.) Please, it is so disheartening to come check every week and have like one thing that I sent in myself to post... so I don’t post it and then I forget about it for several months... >_>

One that note, if anyone would like their stuff to NOT be here, please let me know. Just send in a message to the blog, don't need a reason, just let me know you don't want your stuff listed here. I will have the blog block you so it can't see your stuff if it gets passed to it.

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@bryony-rebb

Self/Destruct https://archiveofourown.org/works/55208977

F/F, Lucrezia Noin/Lady Une

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Episode Remix, Episode: e10 Heero Senkou ni Chiru | Heero Distracted by Defeat, OZ | Organization of the Zodiac (Gundam Wing), Strong Female Characters, Flawed/Unsympathetic Characters, Power Dynamics, Humiliation, The call is coming from inside the house, English

Set during Episode 10. As Lady Une threatens to bring space fortress Barge's missile capabilities to bear against the colonies, Noin knows she can't allow that to happen.

untitled https://archiveofourown.org/works/55461379

Gen, Zechs Merquise & Heero Yuy

General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Ficlet,Wordcount: 100-500, Family Bonding, Fake Rivalry, Protective Older Brothers, Minor Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy, English

Just a silly little off-the-cuff ficlet. I really dislike the trope of Zechs disapproving of a 1xR relationship and have decided that this is the only way I will accept it. :)

estossonmisfics

The Little Moments https://archiveofourown.org/works/51898459/chapters/131226610

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, cameos of other secondary characters, Ficlets, Fluff, Romance, cuteness, Humor, romcom, sap, Dating, each chapter will have chapter specific tags on the notes if needed, 1x2, 1x2x1, 2x1 - Freeform, sometimes a touch of angst, English

Short, sweet, and sometimes a bit angst-y moments between Duo and Heero. (AKA: A place to drop all the ficlets/microfics I write for the 1x2x1 server.)

@doctormegalomania

Forever it’ll be https://archiveofourown.org/works/53784403

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Not Beta Read, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Slice of Life, GW Valentine's Event 2024, English

The worst way to say “I love you”... is to never say it at all.

(A story in which it's a slice of life from the pilots and it's only a short little thing)

@duointherain

The Old White Man https://archiveofourown.org/works/55142143/chapters/139827400

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell - Relationship

Chang Feng, Duo Maxwell, Choi Jin

Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Old Age, English

Feng is Wufei's grandson and Duo's godson. He's the head of a security company and his current protectee has been taken hostage by terrorists. The protectee also happens to be a clone of Heero Yuy. Feng should not have been surprised when a very old and still very able Duo Maxwell shows up.

@helmistress

First Kiss https://archiveofourown.org/works/55780810

F/M, Relena Peacecraft/Triton Bloom, Heero Yuy/Zechs Merquise mentioned

Triton Bloom, Relena Peacecraft, Duo Maxwell mentioned, Quatre Raberba Winner mentioned, random oc mentioned, Catherine Bloom mentioned, Dorothy Catalonia mentioned, Hilde Schbeiker mentioned

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Lemony Shenanigans 2024, cussing/cursing, STD Mentioned, Lime, Pining, Oblivious Relena, Triton's POV, Best Friends to Lovers, English

Triton would do pretty much anything for her, all she has to do is ask.

@janaverse

Cake https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/755116975217328128/cake-heero-was-absolutely-blushing-it-was-obvious

Heero/Duo imagined via song lyrics

@the-ephemeral-bhg

Who Hold the Umbrella? https://www.tumblr.com/the-ephemeral-bhg/747571747889479680/which-one-of-you-holds-the-umbrella-duo-stopped

M/M, Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Lucrezia Noin

Snippet about who holds the umbrella.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@alexecinz

https://www.tumblr.com/alexecinz/742265058118320128/gundam-wing-doujinshi-cover

Heero Yuy, fanart, doujinshi cover

@artnijna

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/742276486913048576/finished-my-rewatch-of-gundam-wing-and-wanted-to

Heero Yuy, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/743187709680631808/lemontrash

Duo/Wufei, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/745186085594955776/late-night-wufei-sketch-dump-with-some-vampire

WuFei Chang, WuFei/Duo, fanart

@caveisalie

https://www.tumblr.com/caveisalie/755008565864022016/comm-for-live-commission-details-are

Quatre, Trowa, fanart

@chopperpirate

https://www.tumblr.com/chopperpirate/755526046637604864/teehee-gundam-memery

Heero, Duo, Zechs, fanart

@deenigma

https://www.tumblr.com/deenigma/742056773533515776/some-sketches-of-old-man-duo-since-frozen-teardrop

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@grey-sentry

https://www.tumblr.com/grey-sentry/747309804968607744/long-time-no-gw-fanart-so-have-a-simple-quatre-in

Quatre Raberba Winner, fanart

@gundam-wing-crossovers

https://www.tumblr.com/gundam-wing-crossovers/753843471442411520/went-back-through-my-old-art-book-still-like-the

Gundam Wing characters as Voltron characters, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/gundam-wing-crossovers/754039977531326465/duo-maxwell-painting

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@hackedmotionsensors

https://www.tumblr.com/hackedmotionsensors/750054782421663744/i-started-rewatching-gundam-wing-again-d

Heero/Duo, fanart

@idrawprettyboys

https://www.tumblr.com/idrawprettyboys/750408936803516416

Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/idrawprettyboys/755299513613320192/wufei-and-quatre-commission

WuFei/Quatre, fanart

@keiko1183

https://www.tumblr.com/keiko1183/745745980372221952

Trowa Barton, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/keiko1183/743303101869604864/editplaying-with-colours-to-get-a-pop

Quatre Raberba Winner, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/keiko1183/751589619972358144/my-last-submission-for-the-year-here-preview

Noin/Zechs, fanart

@keyofshadows

https://www.tumblr.com/keyofshadows/745265087989825536/howard-arrived-he-looks-cute-in-the-clothes-i-got

Howard, bear (plush/stuffie)

@kitkatpattywacky

https://www.tumblr.com/kitkatpattywacky/745337137346560000

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@lila-oh

https://www.tumblr.com/lila-oh/743484357693603840/throw-herself-over-her-canva-but-its-not

WuFei/Quatre, fanart

@meghansdreamdesignnsblog

https://www.tumblr.com/meghansdreamdesignsblog/186223580378/i-drew-a-wonderful-fanart-of-heero-yuy-from-gundam

Heero Yuy, fanart

@myshipsareproblematic

https://www.tumblr.com/myshipsareproblematic/748351829570617344/couldnt-sleep-so-i-started-sketching-some-of-my

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, fanart

@noromax

https://www.tumblr.com/noromax/748173884861349888/zechs-merquise

Zechs Merquise, fanart

@partyartyart

https://www.tumblr.com/partyartyart/708279420544237568/i-accidentally-drew-treize-so-naturally-i-had-to

Zechs Merquise, fanart

@rxntwo

https://www.tumblr.com/rxntwo/721656130406907904/wanted-to-draw-duo-in-some-cute-summer-outfits

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@sapp0w0

https://www.tumblr.com/sapp0w0/742171194550288384/drops-this-rq-doodle-of-duo

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/sapp0w0/742956385525022720/dropps-more-duo-oodles-figuring-out-how-to-draw

Duo Maxwell, gundams, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/sapp0w0/743346709290270720/screen-cap-redraw-ig

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/sapp0w0/749741777750261760/kinda-poop-doodles-but-what-ever-missed-out-on

Duo/Heero, fanart

@seitou

https://www.tumblr.com/seitou/747429470574657536/home-sunlight-sky

Stickers and More and Sei’s new store!

@subtextsays

https://www.tumblr.com/subtextsays/756118151576600576/has-this-been-done-yet

Treize Khushrenada, photo manipulation

@thaumazomai

https://www.tumblr.com/thaumazomai/755005815425007616/had-fun-with-that-sketch-i-did-of-heero-so-i

Five Pilots, fanart

@the-ephemeral-bhg

https://www.tumblr.com/the-ephemeral-bhg/751276488391835648

Sally Po about Noin, photo manipulation

@weirdunclegamer

https://www.tumblr.com/weirdunclegamer/744339594036789248/its-a-beautiful-day-in-the-after-colony-era-and

Tallgeese, gunpla

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@graydama

https://www.tumblr.com/graydama/747246729872719872/saw-that-sunrise-and-bandai-were-celebrating

Gundam’s 45th Anniversary

@janaverse

https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/749855938164490240/headed-in-the-right-direction-i-am-fully-back

Heero/Duo, Sims, screenshot

@the-ephemeral-bhg

https://www.tumblr.com/the-ephemeral-bhg/743975851875549184

Heero/Duo, photoset

Head Canons/Meta:

@tineozlion

https://www.tumblr.com/tinyozlion/752142546187288576/gundam-wing-minutia-and-trivia

World Building, Meta, Trivia

Fandom Discourse:

@a-river-of-stars

https://www.tumblr.com/a-river-of-stars/753731486945083392/the-moment-when-you-realize-sanc-stands-for

SANC

@fortitude-nine-point-eight

https://www.tumblr.com/fortitude-nine-point-eight/745876756438925312/watching-wing-with-amazons-shit-ass-subtitles-is

Amazon’s awful subtitles.

gwpromptmeme

GW Prompt Meme event

Rules: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/408.html

Main Page: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/

@lemontrash

https://www.tumblr.com/lemontrash/743953503512363009/i-got-a-new-phone-you-guys-and-that-can-mean-only

Phone’s autocorrect and GW names.

@lifeaftermeteor

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/745465492396015616

Discussion of Heavyarms loading techniques.

Via @uristmcdatingsim

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/745513269525135360

Heero and Duo in New York, video

@robotsereneat

https://www.tumblr.com/robotsareneat/747114699774197760/just-started-gundam-wing-last-week

it’s a bop

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/742250696794046464/treize-killing-must-feel-good-to-god-too-he

Treize & Heero

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/743066022375997440/dorothy-to-relena-take-the-day-off-from-being

Dorothy & Relena

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/744153298732498944/wufei-are-you-guys-trying-to-give-me-an

WuFei, Heero, Quatre, Trowa, & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/seitou/747467311213117440

Trowa & Duo, added to by @coreyndanian with Heero, WuFei, and Quatre.

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/749222866401345536/wufei-walking-in-on-trowa-quatre-in-bed

WuFei, Quatre, & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/750310075196932096/sharing-a-safehouse-heero-whats-wrong

Heero & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/755202358497165312/duo-calling-on-the-phone-yo-im-here-open

Duo & Heero

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/756289446487457792/wufei-youve-been-hallucinating-all-day-after

WuFei & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/756380083645808640/dorothy-thinking-about-the-first-time-i-ever

Dorothy

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/756470627898195968/duo-to-quatre-hey-weve-all-got-problems-im

Duo to Quatre

@the-ephemeral-bhg

https://www.tumblr.com/the-ephemeral-bhg/743947497083453440

Heero Yuy, mood quote

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, -

In need of prompts!

@gwlemonyshenanigans

Missed posting this entire event...

https://www.tumblr.com/gwlemonyshenanigans/745849279846957057/well-its-that-time-of-year-when-i-can-proudly

Some of them are up there... I think? But here is where you can find them all: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Lemony_Shenanigans_2024

@gwoc-october

Coming Soon

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

???

GW Gift Exchange

There is another exchange being done now... I *think* it’s on dreamwidth, but I can’t find the convo with the person running it to save my life, but it’s on the events calendar with all the info I had...

Jan 15th - 21st is Nominations

Jan 16th - 28th is Sign-ups

Posting and whatnot will be in April.

Not sure if something will be posted anywhere on tumblr or not, but hoping I can get y’all the info for where and how when it goes.

(No idea if this happened or not?)

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #February 10 - 22 July 2024

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