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“Because what if that’s why he’s there?” Buck posits. 

This stops Eddie short. Cuts off his panicked assumptions.

“Wait, what?” He asks Buck. “He’s there because of me. Because I fucked up.”

“That’s why he called them,” Buck agrees. “I’m not trying to absolve you, Eddie. I’m just saying… What if she is a Huldra and she’s hypnotizing him?”

Eddie goes pale. “How could you say that? That’s horrible!”

He’s not very fond of his mother at the moment, but that is not what she is. 

“No!” Buck sputters. “No! Not that. God, Eddie. Fuck, that’s not what I mean. I just mean, what if she’s making him stay.”

Eddie frowns. “Making him stay in El Paso?”

Buck nods. “What if it’s just… Plain old hypnotism? He just does what she says?”

Eddie doesn’t… He doesn’t know. He doesn’t like blaming someone who isn’t himself. He doesn’t… Except… Wouldn’t that explain how he and Chris were having a good conversation until she came into that room. Wouldn’t it explain how Chris didn’t really know how long he’d been gone? 

Uh, my head feels a little funny. Five months is a really long time.

“Oh my god, Buck. What if that’s what’s happening?”

“Right? It makes sense. Chris would never just say that to you.”

No. He wouldn’t. Would he? Eddie doesn’t know for certain. He’s been latching onto the thought that he deserved all of it. Does he… Does he not? He’s still the reason Chris called. He still did what he did. 

“Why did she never hypnotize us, then? My sisters and I?” Eddie asks. 

“Do you know she didn’t?” Buck asks.

“I know about a million things I did against her express wishes, so yeah,” Eddie replies. 

“Maybe it doesn’t work on you, then?” Buck tries. “Because you’re the same?”

“Maybe,” Eddie sighs. 

“If we find Adriana, we’ll find out,” Buck says.

“True,” Eddie sighs. “Which would also then mean…”

“Christopher isn’t a Huldra, too,” Buck realizes.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “I guess we’ll find out.”

If this is true? If his mother is controlling Christopher like that? There will be hell to pay. 

🍂

They end up getting a motel outside Scottsdale. It’s nothing special. Side of the road. Kind of dingey. It hardly matters; they just need somewhere quick to rest their eyes until sunset. Buck is pretty tired. He’s been driving for a while. He’s looking forward to sleeping, even on a stiff, too-short mattress. But he finds sleeping a bit more challenging than expected. Namely, because of Eddie. 

They snuggle together like they have the past few nights. That’s not the problem. Buck loves sleeping like this. It makes him feel completely at ease. Eddie is with him. In his arms. Everything is as good as it can be in that moment, as long as Eddie is with him. 

But tonight, Eddie seems to want more than post-roadtrip sleep. Which is a little questionable considering they’re on their way to discover if his sister is a secret serial killer, and if his mom is hypnotizing his child into hating him, and on top of all that, they both kind of smell like they’ve been in a car all day. But there Eddie is, moving to kiss along Buck’s neck. With their bodies twisted together, Buck can feel Eddie’s hardening erection against his leg. Damn. 

“Eddie,” Buck whispers. “Is this a good time?”

Eddie freezes. He pulls his lips from Buck’s neck. 

“Uh, is it not?” Eddie asks. 

“I mean… There’s a lot going on and we drove all day.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says. “Yeah, you’re probably too tired. I’m sorry.”

Wait, now. No, no, no. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Buck insists. “I just… You know, want to make sure… Because it’s sort of been a lot of revelations, and…”

“And you always make me feel better,” Eddie says quietly. 

Oh. 

Right. 

“But I want you to… So, if you don’t want…” Eddie continues. “That’s obviously…”

The thing is, sometimes Buck isn’t sure. He doesn’t know if Eddie will want him when all this is over. If it’s ever over. They’ve got to find a way to reverse it. Or at least conceal it so Eddie can have a normal life. When that’s come to fruition, will he want to be with Buck? Will he go back to saying he’s straight? Sometimes Buck worries he does just make Eddie feel better. He knows Eddie loves him. But is it the same way Buck loves Eddie? That doesn’t seem likely. 

But Buck still wants him as much as he can have him. He still wants all of him. And there’s not any hypnosis accounting for that. 

“I always want you,” Buck says. A paraphrasing of something he said yesterday, too. He doesn’t know if he wants Eddie to know that he means that beyond just sexually. 

Eddie gives him a long, pensive look. Like he, too, is uncertain of something. Only, Buck can’t tell what. 

“Are you too tired?” Eddie asks finally.

“No,” Buck says. “Not for you.”

iii.

They manage quick, necessary showers before leaving the next morning. The sun is just rising. Sky red and bleary. Eddie can tell that Buck is pretty exhausted. He feels badly about that. Really, he does. It’s just… Despite everything going on, Eddie sort of wants to be doing stuff with Buck all the time now. A switch has flipped and he cannot unflip it. He’s horny, on top of monstrous. A winning combination. Lucky Buck. 

They don’t talk about it. Maybe because Buck is too tired. Or maybe because, for all their talking to each other, they never broach talking about each other. In that sort of way. And if there’s an uncomfortable topic to discuss, it’s usually Buck who forces the discussion. He hasn’t. So Eddie follows suit. 

The closer they get to Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest, the more Eddie starts to feel a certain kind of way. At first he blames it on nerves. Anticipation. Worry for Adriana.

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fam…. wow, what a year.

in the summer, i went to karlie’s birthday show, and on the way back i stopped through santa monica and pacific palisades just to soak in the rich kid ambiance, and well, no, actually, i wanted to check out jennifer meyer! because, well, idk. inspiration struck. it’s such a fun kaylorverse brand! and i thought, if enamored enough, i might be convinced into buying a tiny heart ring or charm or something, but they had just gotten in one of something recently and when i saw it i immediately knew i would be talked into it.

…so i picked up this tiny necklace from jen meyer. for obvious reasons.. i couldn’t help it! it spoke to me!!

fast forward to a handful of weeks later and taylor is… wearing evil eye jewelry! several pieces! more than several pieces!! even an evil eye stud!! and i come to deduce later on that the first time she wore the bracelet was the day before karlie’s birthday concert. which is a true coincidence that i love, because, it’s the day @taylorrepdetective and i happened to arrive in LA. and so today, reflecting on the eye theory as i do, i was thinking today about how my life changed shape, because of all of these things.

for april 18th is, as you may know, eye theory day! the day @swift-79 and i finalized and i posted the og eye theory post, back in 2019. also known as the eyepocalypse, discovereye, the start of many things.

today marks the four five year anniversary. it’s pretty wild that we’re still kickin it five years in! and it’s become a sort of tradition for me where i like to post a little something personal in honor of the day. so allow me to continue this one gratis.

second part of my story is that a little over a year ago now, i went to opening night of the eras tour with @theprologues and the day after the concert, on my way back, i stopped through scottsdale and walked through all the boutique shops and souvenir shops and picked up a trinket. a ring that called out to me, for…obvious reasons.

i mean, how could i not?? to commemorate a wonderful trip to meet a dear friend, and for all the eye theory things that happened on opening night!

and it’s been a year since then and i’m one of those people that just doesn’t take jewelry off, so it’s been on my finger for all this time. it was a snug fit, and silver, so it both wasn’t coming off easily and wouldn’t be leaving a green ring on my hand or anything, so i have kept it there. for a little over a year now.

but the other day someone was asking me about it. and i was like oh, i got this in arizona and so i went to adjust it to show it off because the center stone was off to the side and when i twisted it i noticed a mark on my finger, an indent, for having worn it so long.. and i sorta laughed to myself because, you know, there is an indentation. in the shape of an eye.

so i decided to take the thing off for a sec and let my finger breathe and so i take off the ring and notice— the shape of the ring has changed.

what once was centered, has now fully to morphed and warped the right side. 🙈🙈 c’est la vie.

i only write this out to say that, it had me thinking. about all the fun we had for this fourth fifth (!) turn around the theory, all the dear friends i have met, all the tour outfits, the accessories and merch?!… all of the little connections we have made over this… thing 😆 it had me thinking about how there are always going to be these fun little moments in life where the universe winks at you and, and how if you can manage it, it’s a charmed way to live, really. reminded me of the time i lost karlie’s gem on my swarovski evil eye bracelet at rep tour tokyo! that is to say, when the going gets tough, it can still be fun. if you work to give yourself permission. as one might say…there are cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see 🥴

it didn’t really occur to me until this week just how close the release date is to the eye theory anniversareye ☺️ and i’m not sure what this countdown is for but it’s running out so close to when the op was posted five years ago so i decided to post around now :) not to say any of it was anything more than accidental. but hey, laughter is the best medicine, is it not?

so omnom, i say! omnom!

and so today, on ts11 album release eve,

i implore all of you (and myself) to open our hearts juuust a crack,

and keep on the lookout for the gold nuggets that are going to be there. assume taylor will perjure herself a bit during this trial, relax, allow yourself the enjoy what we get, like nobody else truly can.

and so eye enter into evidence…

literally a bajillion things let’s be real like oh my god

our tarnished post of eyes, my indentations, shaped like…occulations,

our talismans and charms.

the tap, tap, tap of me selecting bert memes, my veins of bloodshot pink.

all’s fair in love and…

poetreye.

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Too Far Gone - The Contract

A/N: Can't write part 55 to save my life 😭 but we have another unedited bonus chapter, giving you a little glimpse into their life in the future. If you're not reading the fic, don't worry this is a stand alone piece.

Warnings: Smut (p in v, creampie), dirty talk, swearing, mentions of drinking, not really edited

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Word Count: 3100

Tia tried not to give too much thought to Auston’s contract, the media and fans were doing enough of that.

She had enough going on in her life. Maddie had started to sleep through the night then she started teething. Taylour was wild and energetic, always busy with Felix, wanting to see Brody from down the street or Carter from his class, and still impartial to Maddie. He might have stopped asking “when is she leaving’ but he has shown no interest in his sibling, sometimes becoming frustrated when his parents are busy changing her diaper and need a minute before giving him attention.

Tia has read books, spent hours online reading blogs and stories from other moms in similar situations, trying everything to get them to bond without forcing it, and it’s just not working. She always saw herself with a big family, but more importantly a loving family, how can they be one when Taylour is generally disinterested in her? 

And if it’s not the kids, or Felix’s limp that sporadically appears for a few hours, it’s her line. She used TikTok to advertise and sales erupted. She found herself with a massive list of pending orders, stores in Montreal, Toronto, Brooklyn, and Scottsdale were reaching out to stock her pieces. Made with Grace expanded from a spare room with a sewing machine, to a studio space with a business manager, marketing manager and two additional seamstresses, but even then she doesn’t feel like she can keep up.

So, when Tia told people she didn’t really have time to stress over his contract, she wasn’t lying. It’s not to say they hadn’t talked about their future; they just hadn’t sat down and fully weighed out the options.

She told Auston she would follow him anywhere, that they’d be happy so long as they were together, and she meant every single word but Toronto is a part of her, a part of them, and it would break her to leave it all behind. It’s where both of their children were born, where Taylour learned to walk and talk, where Maddie will learn all those things, where they found each other but more importantly themselves.

Tia wanted Auston to be as objective as possible with his decision, but she knew she had to tell him of her preference.

“And right here.” Judd points to the line at the bottom of the page and Auston once again scribbles his signature. He then flips the final page over, then smiles.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Judd nods. “You are going to be a Maple Leaf for four more years.”

Auston did give some thought to free agency. There are a few teams that have the cap space to meet his needs, and those that don’t would likely move some parts to make it work. He had options, lots of options, but none of them would send him down York Street after practice, right past her studio. And if he didn’t drive past then studio then he couldn’t stop in and raid her snack drawer, lie about needing a button fixed just to sneak in a kiss or two, or just watch his wife hard at work. He wouldn’t be able to take Maddie and Felix on walks through the park where he first felt Tia come back to him, nor could he drive past his old condo where they finally said what they had been holding onto for so long. They couldn’t go to dinner at Beck’s and Camille’s condo, which is actually Tia’s old condo, and see the exact spot where he first held Taylour.

Toronto is home. That was the only reason he needed.

 “Tia and the family must be excited.”

“They will be.” Auston smiles wide and grabs at the beak of his hat to adjust it. “I decided to keep this from them, thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

“It will be.” The two men move toward the door where Judd slips into his shoes. “Don’t celebrate too much,” he winks, then steps outside, leaving Auston alone.

He quickly whips his phone from his pocket and opens twitter. Without so much as a second thought he types up a tweet, his first tweet since March. The second he posts the tweet; he is sharing it on his Instagram then heads for the sliding door.

The Arizona heat blasts his face the second the door opens. Felix’s nails on the concrete are heard as he eagerly scurries over from the pool, leaving wet pawprints all over the patio. Auston crouches down and scratches him behind the ears and chuckles when his warm tongue presses to his cheek.

“I know, I’m excited too.” Auston grins, scratching the pups head. “Should we go tell them?” Felix’s tail wags faster and he lets out an excited yip. “Yeah? Let’s go.”

“Hey T.” Auston starts as he sits on the edge of the pool and dangles his feet in the water, Felix plops down beside him for more pets.

“Hey, how was your meeting?” Tia wades through the waist deep water with Maddie on her hip and makes her way to the edge. When Maddie sees Auston her tiny fists open and close, and some incoherent babbles come from her lips. “Is that Daddy?” Tia bounces her a few times before handing Maddie over to him.

“Hi princess.” Auston hooks his arms under her armpits, then brings her in close, peppering her with kisses, hoping to hear one of those giggles she had been letting out as of late. “Meeting was good.” Auston blows a raspberry to her stomach, laughing when her legs kick out.

“Daddy, watch!” Taylour stands at the edge of the pool with his toes hanging over. His arms go up above his head, and he jumps into the air and dives into the water. When he pops his head up a few seconds later, he spits out some water and smiles.

“Wow, you’re getting good at that.” Auston replies, adjusting the brim of Maddie’s bucket hat to fold up and be out of her eyes.

“You weren’t even watching; you were paying attention to Maddie.” Taylour protests.

“I can do both Taylour.” Auston informs him. “But why don’t you show me another one?”

“Fine.” Taylour rolls his eyes and starts swimming to the edge of the pool.

“Hopefully you gave Maddie less sass than him,” Auston jokes. This time he cradles Maddie in close and locks his gaze on Taylour as he positions himself at the pools edge to dive again.

“It’s not funny.” Tia mutters while clapping for Taylour when he pokes his head up after another dive.

“Your dives are great Taylour, arms are really straight.” Auston encourage him.

“Mhm.” He proudly smiles while treading water. “You want to play basketball?”

“Give me five minutes and I’ll get my bathing suit on.”

“Okay.” He swims over to the shallow end to retrieve the basketball, that catches Felix’s attention and he jumps in the pool, splashing the three of them, and starts to swim over to Taylour.

“His reaction is perfectly normal, he is adjusting, just at his own speed. You see Instagram?”

“When would I have seen Instagram?” Tia laughs.

Auston unlocks his phone and hands it to her, forcing her focus away from Taylour. Her forehead creases and lips purse as she scrolls through the posts, wondering what exactly she is supposed to be looking for. “Yeah, Mommy is silly, isn’t she?” Auston uses his baby voice to ask Maddie when she coos in his arms. Unable to wait any longer, he takes the phone back and clicks on his story.

She closes his story, then opens the Toronto Maple Leafs page and sees nothing. She searches Wasserman hockey, but again there is nothing, along with Sportsnet, TSN and ESPN. She keeps opening pages, trying to find confirmation of his somewhat cryptic post. Fed up, Auston snatches his phone back which brings her gaze to him.

“You re-signed?” She asks, in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

Butterflies swarm her stomach. “Four years?” 

“Yeah.”

“And you broke the story before anyone else?”

“I was excited.” Auston shrugs, letting his smile grow even wider.

Tia puts her hand on either side of his thighs and pushes herself up. Beads of water roll over her breasts - larger than normal from breastfeeding - down over her stomach and baby weight she can’t seem to shake no matter how hard she tries. Once at eye level with him, Tia presses her lips to his, joyful tears clinging to the corners of her lashes. With Maddie in one hand, Auston brings his other to her hair, wet from the afternoon in the pool, and welcomes the kiss. It’s soft at first but slowly builds to more, his fingers tighten in her hair and her tongue move about his mouth. He can feel the relief wash over her body.

“I’m so happy.” She whispers, choking back tears. “I really wanted to stay.”

“I know.” Of course, he knew. “But you should have told me.”

“Everyone had opinions, I wanted you to make the best decision for your career.”

Auston runs his thumb along her jaw. “You’re the only opinion that matters to me.” 

**

Tia dressed herself in a flowy maroon dress with thick straps. It stopped right at her knee and had a slit that went a few inches up her thigh. She pulled her hair into a simple but stunning bun and managed to apply a little bit of make-up before Maddie woke up from her nap. She fed and changed her, then put Maddie in the newly released mauve coloured polka dot dress with ruffled sleeves along with the matching headband.

She wasn’t overly dressed up (that wasn’t an easy task with unexpected dinner plans and a five-month-old) but the second Auston saw his girls his breath was taken away. He kissed her, almost a little too hard and long, but pulled away then helped load the kids in the car.

They met his family at Modern Oyster Bar & Chophouse. Auston reserved part of the restaurant which provided privacy for their celebration. Tia and Auston kept their phones on silent and tucked away - everybody who knew them was texting to congratulate them, and they just wanted to enjoy the night. And tucked under his arm with cheeks sore from smiling, Tia was doing just that. 

“We’re staying in Toronto?” Taylour probes.

While he begs Tia to take him to every game (even road ones), plays hockey, will show Auston YouTube clips and basically lives and breathes the sport, trades and free agency is all very new to him. He doesn’t understand why Uncle Mike isn’t going to be in Toronto anymore, why he has pictures of Daddy and Uncle Freddie both wearing Leafs jerseys, yet Fred plays for another team, and he certainly doesn’t grasp that there was the potential for them to leave Toronto.

“You sure are.” Brian tells him, gently bouncing Maddie on his thigh, smiling as drool rolls down her chin.

“Maybe without that stress you two can plan your wedding.” Ema beams over her glass of wine.

Auston feels Tia’s body stiffen ever so slightly, but he just laughs. Since the day Auston told his mom he was going to propose Ema has been asking about wedding plans. Once Tia had said yes, she became relentless, never missing an opportunity to ask when the date will be. She understood why they didn’t plan it for last summer given the uncertainty COVID brought and kind of let up once they announced their pregnancy with Maddie, but on more than one occasion Ema brought up how there was months between Tia’s due date and the summer. When Tia and Auston told her they just wanted to enjoy this time as a family without the added stress of planning a wedding, she understood, then tried to get them to lock down a date in 2024.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Auston shrugs.

“Have you even looked at venues?” Brey asks, not in a curious way but a condescending and annoyed way.

She always has been skeptical of their “engagement.” Given her brother declared he was going to marry Tia after one date, FaceTimed with the family at least a dozen times while out shopping for rings because it had to be just right, blew up the family group chat making sure everyone knew not to say anything and to act normal so she wouldn’t suspect anything, then spent the entire day pacing and on the phone ensuring every single detail was perfect, she expected a very short engagement. So, when they reply “we’re not in a rush” anytime someone asks, accidentally call each other husband or wife only to backpedal and say something along the lines of ‘we live together and have kids, were basically married’ it didn’t make sense, and Brey is determined to get the truth out of them.

Auston drops his lips to Tia’s ear and whispers, “should we just tell them?”

Tia cranes her head and squeezes his hand under the table. “No.”

He gently kisses her. “You sure? Make this a lot easier?”

“Make what easier?” Brey cocks her head and narrows her gaze.

Tia and Auston smile at each other as she mindlessly spins the black metal ring on his index finger. The ring she put there over two years ago when they did get married less than 24 hours after getting engaged, because neither one of them wanted to wait. But because all their friends and family couldn’t be there, they kept it a secret. That’s why Tia doesn’t wear her wedding band outside the house (except when she forgets to take it off) and why Auston wears his wedding band is on the index finger and not the ring finger.

Auston turns to Brey with heat flaring behind his cheeks and playfully smirks. “Nothing.”

**

The kids went to his parents and Auston and Tia ubered home. One glass of wine lead to two, which lead to three, and that was where Tia stopped. Her tolerance had dropped since having Maddie and anymore would have made her a mess and Tia didn’t want to be a mess tonight (unless the mess was made from Auston’s cum).

It didn’t take long for them to get to bed, and it was even less time until his head was buried between her legs, greedily bringing orgasm after orgasm to her. When she finally made him stop because her legs were trembling and vision was turning white, Tia found herself on her knees, attempting to return the favour, but Auston didn’t let her finish. At the last second, he roughly grabbed her hair and brought her in for an incredibly sloppy kiss.

“Lie down.” Auston instructs her, nipping at her lower lip.

“No.” Tia breathes out before roughly pressing her lips to his.

“T -”

“I said no.” Tia repeats, then yelps when Auston spanks her.

“I signed the contract; I should get to decide how we celebrate.” His voice is thick and gravelly, as he tries to maintain control. 

“I gave birth to your children so if I say I’m not getting on my back…”Tia pushes away from him and sits on her heels. “I’m not getting on my back.” 

Auston shifts on the mattress, his shoulders cracking in the process. This dominant behaviour from his wife is new and relatively uncommon, but fuck does it ever turn him on.

In one quick motion Tia spins and puts her back to him with her knees on either side of his hips. Using her hand, she strokes his throbbing cock over her entrance, coating it in her slick. He grabs at her ass cheeks, the only thing he can, and they both moan when she fills herself with his length.

“Shit baby.” Auston chuckles. Tia starts to move, up and down on his cock, getting faster and faster while her ass bounces along with her.  “You feel so good.”

“You always fuck me so good.” Tia cries when Auston moves his hips.

“Isn’t that what a good husband should do?” He spanks her again then grunts as her pussy tightens around his cock. “Properly fuck their wife?” He thrusts upward, wincing as she claws at his thighs for support.

“Yes.” Tia whines. Auston slaps her ass one more time for good measure then grabs at her hips. He has no intentions of trying to control the pace, she is doing that just fine on her own, he just wants to touch her. He always wants to touch her.

“So, I’m just doing my job Mrs. Matthews.”

Tia’s walls pulsate around him. She loves when he calls her that almost as much as he loves saying it. She wishes they could announce it to the world, then she could legally change her name to match him and their children, even Felix has his last name. Most of the people in their lives would be so happy they wouldn’t even care about missing one of the biggest moments of their lives. Not Ema. She of course would be happy, but she would be disappointed to have been excluded and Tia she can’t live knowing she disappointed the only mother she’s ever had.

“Making sure my wife is taken care of.”

Tia flips her hair to look back at him over her shoulder and whispers in the most innocent of voices, “keep it up and I’m gonna ask you to put another baby in me.”

Auston lets out a shaky exhale, he loved watching Tia be pregnant.

He lifts his hips up, making her fall forward until she is gripping his knees for stability. “I’ll do it.” Auston smacks her ass once again, earning himself a loud, excited yelp. “You just tell me when.”

At this point, Tia didn’t know how Auston was keeping it together, she didn’t know how she was keeping it together. Every single thrust was perfectly placed, brushing up against her g-spot, nudging her closer and closer to her release. Her nails were carved into his thighs, sweat was rolling down her back, down his chest, the sounds coming from their lips were feral, animalistic, but they kept fucking.

He watches himself disappear inside her walls a few more times then grips her hips and holds her on his member, pouring his hot, sticky seed inside – just the way she likes. Her walls grasp and hug his cock, and she can’t help when her eyes see static.

It takes a few minutes for either one to move. There is a lot of panting and muttering of curse words, hands gingerly trailing over the others sticky skin. But when Tia finally finds the strength to lift herself off his now softened cock, Auston wraps his arms around her body and pins her tight to his chest.

“I love you T.” His voice is hoarse.

“I love you too, Aus.” 

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Summary: When trouble in paradise ruins your otherwise perfect life, you find yourself fleeing in a rented car and heading off into the sunset. Stopping for a quick bite to eat along your journey in a dusty roadside diner, trouble finds you there too. And things quickly take a turn for the worse.

Notes: Around 11.4k words. This is a prequal to my first fic, Stripped Bare, but you don't have to read it for this one to make sense. Caleb remains turned and everyone lives AU.

Warnings: Cannon typical violence, death, blood. Severen is NOT nice in this. He sees the reader as prey and treats her as such until right up at the end. He gets a little nicer. The reader does not like Severen in this, apart from mild flirting in the beginning, but all those feelings quickly go out the window due to regular Hooker clan antics. The reader goes through it in this. Violence such as biting at and aggressive hair pulling is committed against her, so please don't read if that is triggering to you.

Part II

You should have known it would have turned out this way. It was doomed from the start, feigned interest and superficial attraction embellished underneath plastic "I love you's" and planned kisses. What hurts you the most is how blind you were to it all. Force fed lies by everyone in your life, Sam, his father, your friends- hell even your own parents had told you that you were just making assumptions. Being paranoid.

That all of the late work nights, the impromptu business meetings, the abrupt hushed phone calls throughout the day. They were perfectly normal things. Nothing to be concerned about. "It's just business, muffin. " Your father had told you once, reading the morning paper while sipping coffee from a ceramic mug. " He has to make money for all those pretty dresses you wear somehow." 

God, you had been so stupid. You had let everyone blindfold you and muffle your ears because you were too afraid of the truth. Too scared to accept the fact that the man you have loved since you were nineteen had turned his back on you. He spat on your three-year long relationship like it was nothing. All for his secretary . . . And that cute blonde maid at his father's country club. 

You can't help glancing away from the cracked backroad to sneer at your left hand that clutches the steering wheel in a death grip. Your ring finger is now startlingly bare, no longer shackled by the thick band of yellow gold and the obnoxiously large sapphire diamond - a horrid caricature of princess Diana's engagement ring. Lack of originality is what it was.  And to think you had been so overjoyed when he had gotten down on one knee and proposed. But you do still feel some satisfaction to know that the ring is gone. Sold off in some greasy pawn shop off the street corner back in Scottsdale.  About 90 miles behind you. You technically didn't need the money. You had your own little stash of savings despite Sam's insistence that you didn't need to worry about such things. That he'd provide for you. Yeah, right. Initially you had been tempted to flush it down the toilet. The less petty side of you had even contemplated simply leaving it on the table next to his side of the bed. But then you had a thought- why give up all of that free money? It is technically your ring. It was bought with you in mind, right? You could at least get something out of it. 

And so that afternoon, you had found yourself standing behind the glass case of a pawn shop. Scanning the numerous arrays of items from the safety of the display case. Everything from antique pistols to frosted bracelets, passing the time while the man on the other side of the counter examined the ring you had proudly worn only a few hours ago, squinting at it through a loupe magnifying glass, delicately turning it this way and that. 

"I'll give you five thousand for it," he suddenly speaks, pulling your attention away from a velvet tray showcasing old war medals. You can't even contain the scoff that leaves you, all decorum and self-restrain completely ran thin after the night before. "That's nearly a twenty-thousand-dollar ring." You counter, eyebrows pinching with poorly disguised frustration. 

He chuckles with a loose shrug that telegraphs his opinion better than his words ever could. Not my problem, it had said. His stained dentures peeking out from behind his lips when he goes to bite in a horridly dry looking donut, flakes of the glaze chipping and falling onto his button up. 

"That's my price. Take it or leave it." 

As previously stated, you didn't technically need the money. You had your cheque book, but not all places took cheques. You had your bank card, but a lot of places outside of big, wealthy cities still didn't have the machines to even use them. You needed the cash. And despite the fact that the man is woefully skimming you on the price, five thousand is still five thousand. 

So, with a great amount of swallowed pride and defeat you managed to grit out a stiff: "Fine. I'll take it." 

And now you're driving down a desolate road, seated inside a rented Ford Escort, with long stretches of the vast desert on either side of you. It's a boxy little car that Sam would have absolutely turned his nose up at. Good. Both of the front windows are completely down, letting the warm summer air tunnel inside the cabin of the car and tussle your hair around. The radio is on full blast, with a random rock music blaring out the vehicle's speakers without care. You tried to find a steady station earlier but had quickly given up whenever the music would dip down low and speckle out into static every time you drove through a patch of slopping hills. It was gorgeous, you have to admit. The way the landscape shifted from soft creams and rich rusted oranges and browns, with saguaro cactuses looming across the expanse of the dry desert floor like tall watching figures. 

But what struck you the most was sunsets. The ones you got back in New York were often dull. Muted by layers of pollution and the glow of the city lights, blocked by the sheer scale of the skyscrapers that blocked out the sun. It couldn't compare to the sheer vibrancy that painted the sky out here. 

With the sun dipping low, just barely peeking over the horizon, splashing shocking shades of pink and gold across the faint blue. It was also a painful reminder that this was all temporary. That eventually your little joy ride would have to come to an end. You would have to return to New York and face reality. Listen to the barrage of questions and accusations that would no doubt be thrown your way like stones and rotten tomatoes. You couldn't wait for the disapproving glare your mother would give you. The disbelief and disappointment. The excuses from Sam and the arrogant satisfaction that would waft from his parents. They never liked you anyway. Luckily, you still had your own apartment. Thank God that past you had the foresight to keep it and drag your feet on it giving up. That at least means that you won't have to stay with your parents or burden one of your friends by laying up in their place. You're not sure if you could stomach that honestly. 

Up ahead you notice a glint of a red light shining in the growing dark from a muted outline. It takes a few more minutes for the building to take shape, but you're quick to recognize it as a quaint little diner. The first thing you notice when you pull into the gravel parking lot is that the roof is in shambles, the old tiles cockeyed and skewed looking like they might take off in a good storm, and a red neon 'open' sign flickers unsteadily from behind a window - the only thing that would let you know that the building isn't abandoned, if not for the couple of cars scattered about out front. And there's a random statue of a horse standing next the dusty glass entrance. It looks like someone tried to paint it brown some time ago, but the paint has begun to chip from years of enduring open weather, exposing the grey base underneath. 

It's . . . cute . . . in a rustic sort of way. But you could hardly care about the aesthetic. Your legs could use a stretch and you honestly haven't eaten much today apart from a hastily grabbed bag of potato chips the last time you were at a gas station. And you should have a decent amount of distance put between you and your fiancé - ex fiancé. 

The bell above the door chimes when you enter, announcing your arrival. But the first thing you notice is how empty it is. Not that you were expecting it to be packed full and brimming. The lighting is a tired gray tone, which does nothing to combat the cool tones of the white walls and you can hear the light fixtures buzzing with electricity, almost competing with a low energy country song playing in the background. You don't notice any staff, but you do spot an older couple - the only customers apart from yourself - sitting at the first booth to your right, the pair leaning conspiratorially over a collection of post cards spread over the tabletop. Old love birds probably here to see the Grand Canyon and Tombstone. You wonder how long they've been together. How they've managed to find love in someone over all the years.  "What do you think about this one, Curtis?" She's asking, tapping a glazed card with a manicured nail. "Do you think he'll like this one?" 

You turn away from the private exchange to perch yourself at the L shaped counter, sitting on the tearing and stiff vinyl of the stool cushion and notice a sheet of pale paper sticking out against the faint yellow of the counter. The bold letters atop proudly declare that it's the menu that you notice as the standard font from a computer and the page is laminated with thick strips of packing tape. The low effort does have you wondering if you might be risking the chance of food poisoning, but with the combination of a shitty few days and a rumbling stomach, you can hardly find the energy to care. 

Suddenly there's an exchange of yelling coming out from past the serving window that peers into the kitchen, making you pause in your examination of the menu. You can hardly make out the words thrown back and forth, but the tones are heated. It sounds like a man and a woman, and the latter is confirmed when a frazzled woman comes barreling out of the kitchen, leaving the swinging door to slam up against the bar, rattling the glass cake displays and napkin dispensers. And based on the name tag - Rachel it read - she seems to be the waitress. The man's voice must belong to the cook . . . or maybe the owner then. She looks mortified when she sees you, face flushing pink and you do your best to reassure her with a soft smile. 

" I'm so sorry you had to hear that, " she tries to laugh but it's strained and short and not at all convincing. 

"It's alright, " you replied with a light shrug. "I could hardly make out what was said. And I think the pair behind me are too engrossed in their post cards to notice." 

That seems to settle her a bit, shoulders relaxing. Her eyes notice the menu in your hands, and she nods her chin. " You see anything on there you'd like?" 

You glance back down on the back, going back down the quaint list available with a hum. "Just a cheeseburger with cheddar and a side of fries is fine. And a coke. "

She's quick to give you your drink before she leaves with your order, slipping back into the kitchen to deliver it personally. And you can't help but feel bad for sending her back into the hypothetical lion's den. You take a moment to breath and really focus on events of today. How you wound up in a dusty diner in the middle of nowhere after spending the first few days of your vacation alongside the country clubs pool in a sleek hot pink two-piece bikini, drinking mixed drinks and enjoying the sun while Sam spent his time playing golf with his father and new colleagues. 

And that's how you found him. After days of trying to get him to go out, to go on a date like a normal couple, and him deflecting, saying that he was busy with his father's business friends, you found him balls deep in the young housekeeper that you had seen pushing a maid cart down one of the halls a few days before. She was moaning in that exaggerated way that porn stars do. 

For a moment you all you did was stand there. You didn't know how to react, water soaking the carpet from your damp feet, still wet from your recent swim in the pool. And there was a nasty voice in your head telling you that it was your fault. That it was all of your paranoia and insecurities that had drew him away from you. That it had probably made you distant and cold and you were too caught up in your own fears to see the strain you had put on him and your relationship. 

But it wasn't your fault. You weren't crazy. You were right the entire time. All of those little glances that his assistant used to send him, the looks that would linger a bit too long. Like the time that you had showed up to his office to surprise him. You had known how stressed he was at his job, the workload pilling up with no end in sight and so you figured you'd pop in and see him. It was after hours but the guard knew you and let you in regardless. And when you were rounding around the corner of cubicles the door of his office had swung open and she had walked out, tugging at the edge of her skirt to smooth it out. And when she had saw you, her body visibly stiffening while she blurted out a quick hello, quickly followed by a hasty excuse for her rushed leaving. Something about being late for something. 

When you had entered Sam's office, he looked put together enough, except the first few buttons of his shirt were undone and his tie was on his desk. It was the first red flag that you had avoided, slipping on your rose-tinted glasses. And the worried phone calls to your mother did nothing but convince you that you were trying to make something out of nothing. "You're just nervous about the wedding, " she had said, " Sam is the best thing that's happened to you. Don't go and ruin this opportunity over some cold feet." 

And then there you were last night. Him and the maid. She had screamed when she noticed you standing there, nearly kicking him with her foot and sending him off the bed. She was up faster than you could blink, snatching up her clothes and taking a linen sheet with her as makeshift cover, rambling apologies under her breath, saying that she didn't know as she slipped out of the room leaving you to numbly stand and stare at your naked fiancé. 

He had tried everything to get you to stay. A pathetic amount of 'I'm sorry's" streaming out of him. Claiming that it wasn't you it was him, it was stress from work, that he didn't mean to, that he'd never do it again. You had spent the night in a separate room, and you were gone in the morning without as so much as a note. 

The bell above the door chimes, too cheerful for its gritty environment, and you boredly look over your shoulder to see what other wayward soul has stumbled in. It's definitely an interesting band of characters to say the least, a family you'd assume. With a platinum haired woman ushering a young boy in by the shoulders who looks less than enthused about being guided to a booth on the left side of the diner, openly grumbling under his breath. They're closely followed by a lithe, stoic looking man who looked about as friendly as the mean dog that your old neighbors had chained out in front of their house. The one who would lunge at the fence and snarl whenever you'd walk past to get to the bus stop. The glare he had cast across the room felt like the blade of a cold knife running across your skin. And there was a young couple behind him, the young man's arm curled around the girl's shoulders while she tried to lean into him as they walked, whispering secretly to each other like they were the only people in left in the world. 

Young love. They'd be at each other's throats soon enough. Or maybe you're just bitter. 

And despite the clear dynamic between the group, the sense of family that comes from them you can't help but feel like you're looking at something odd. There's a faint chill that runs down your spine like some quiet subconscious part of you is trying to get you attention. You feel a bit of guilt gnaw at you. You had no right thinking about a random group of strangers like that. 

And you nearly look away but then a hand is catching ahold of the door before it can swing closed and someone else is stepping inside with the sound of jingling accompanying each step. It takes you a second to notice the spurs strapped to the heels of his scuffed cowboy boots. Your eyes continue to trail upwards, past the glinting silver of his belt buckles - two belts? - and up the expanse of his torso, taking in the black leather jacket, decorated with badges and medals and other little embellishments like the tiny metal longhorn heads that decorate the edges of the coats collar. There's a beaded necklace around his throat in a pattern of yellow, red, yellow, and black. And it reminds you of that little rhyme you heard a long time ago about how to tell if a snake is venomous or not. 

Red and black, safe for Jack. Red touching yellow, kill a fellow. 

You can't help but wonder if it applies to him as well. Then you get up to his face where an all too wide grin sits. Like a jack o' lantern, you muse. But despite the unsettling quality to his smile, you can't deny that he's an attractive man in a rough and wild sort of way. He looked like someone you'd see mentioned in a Rolling Stone publication or in a messy pop culture magazine discussing rockstars. 

" Looks like we struck gold again!" He hoots sarcastically, either completely unaware of the volume of his voice or simply not caring and you take note of the southern drawl that honeys his words. His eyes scan over the room, trailing over the older couple in the corner who have since looked up from their cards to squint at the man causing all the noise. He winks at them in a cheeky sort of way, completely shameless. "It's gonna be slim pickins' tonight!" 

Before you have time to evaluate that little remark, the waitress is pushing the kitchen door open, carrying a plate holding a burger and fries in one hand. It's either the sudden sound or the weight of your stare that has the stranger looking over in your direction and the hold of his eyes on you seems to siphon the air from your lungs. Blue, the thought rings across your mind, they're a stormy sort of blue. 

You turn away from him, like a scolded child who got caught doing something that they shouldn't have and focus down on your plate, the hollow pit of your stomach reminding you why you're even here. To eat, not to ogle at strange men. No matter how handsome they may be.  

"Well, they sure are a colorful little group, aren't they," Rachel whispered in an amused sort of way, watching as the family piles into the booth. With the mother, her son and the father filling up one side and the couple on the other. The cowboy straggles behind, instead opting to stay outside the table, leaning over it and propping himself up on both hands while the group discusses something amongst themselves. But you see a bit of unease flit across her face, and it gives you some pause. Surely, they couldn't be that much different from the other types of people that frequent this place. It makes you wonder if she felt what you had. The feeling that came with crossing paths with something dangerous. Like walking into the grocery store and seeing a bear ransacking the shelves. 

"I'm sure they aren't as bad as they look, " you encourage before biting into a fry. And she nods along like she's trying to amp herself up. " A customer's a customer. " She replies in a worn but robotic drone, like the words have been drilled into her head. Probably by management. And then she's dipping out from behind the counter leaving you to enjoy your meal by yourself. You nearly moan at the first bite of your burger. It's nothing show stopping. But it's good. Good enough to quell the empty rumbling in your gut with a couple of bites. 

"What's a sweet thing like you doin' in a shithole like this?" That sugary voice breaks out across the quiet. And it takes a moment for you to realize that the question is even addressed to you. And you're twisting around on the stool with a mouthful of food bulging from your cheeks while your mothers voice scolds you from the recesses of you mind for having such bad manners. You come face to with a chest covered in a worn white wife beater that's definitely seen better days and you're swallowing the bite of food as your gaze continues upwards until it locks with a set of piercing baby blues.  

The rockstar.

"I was hungry," you respond bluntly. Cut and dry. You figured that would have been enough to give him the hint that you weren't in the mood for idle chit chat or mindless flirting, but he doesn't remove himself from the way that he leans against the countertop, suspending his weight on a single elbow and cocking a hip. "Well, shit darlin' I've ate better slop from the inside of a jail cell," he chuckles at his own joke, and you honestly can't tell if the comment was a joke or not. Firstly, the food isn't even that bad. A bit greasy but not bad. Worse case you'd probably get a stomachache, which is pretty small in terms of how awful your past few days have been. 

"I'm sorry, are you trying to flirt with me?" you ask, huffing incredulously. "Because, if you are, most guys like to leave out the fact that they've been arrested. " 

He doesn't take offence to it like you'd expect, but instead little hiccups of laughter bubble up from his chest like it's the funniest thing he's heard in a while. " Oh, those? Just a coupla thievin' charges." He admitted airily, like he was talking about something casual. Like work or he was commenting on the weather. "Plus, that was years ago. " And he's waving a hand in the air, gesturing like it isn't important, and all you can do is watch him, smiling from disbelief - not amusement - while you rove over his features like they might be the answer to the oddness of the entire situation. 

"What is your plan exactly? " You ask, sipping from the straw of your coke without looking away from him. "I mean, you're here with who I assume is your family. Probably on vacation. So, what was the goal? That you were going to sweep me off my feet and we'd grind one out in the bathroom?" You shake your head. At one time you would have had more tact. You would have chosen your words carefully and danced around the topic. But not tonight. You look away to read the clock that hangs above the serving window, silently reading the minute and hour hand. 8:13 it told you. You should probably get a move on in a bit and find lodgings for the night. Hopefully the next town over won't be too far over, but everything is so spread out on the west coast, less compact and huddled than the east." Classy." You remark without any sense to cover your scorn. 

"Shit, girl what kinda John's are you used to? I was just tryin' to make a bit o' conversation," he laughs, combing a hand through his hair as he turns just a notch to look over at his family and Rachel is standing in front of their table, no doubt trying to get their order, but she looks tense and rattled. But then again. you've practically known her for five minutes and that seems to be her default state. "I ain't that bad, am I?" 

The group doesn't answer verbally instead chortling at the question like a pack of coyotes yipping at the joy of a successful hunt and it gives you the feeling that he might be worse. 

"You're about as welcomin' as shit on someone's doorstep, " the kid sneers, and you can't help but gawk at the language that comes out of his mouth and how openly he insults an adult and assumed relative. But what is even more surprising is the way that his mother doesn't make a move to scold him. Instead, it's the cowboy that speaks out, leaning forward like he might leap across the distance that separates them and throttle the kid, hissing out a strained " shut up, Homer before I tan yer hide," between his teeth and then he's turning his attention back to you, the irritated scowl that he wore was now gone in a flash, like a switch had been flipped he was smiling like the exchange hadn't happened. "Aw, shit darlin' - I've seemed to've left my manners at the door. The name's Severen," and he's extending his hand for you take. "Do I get a name to go with a pretty face?" 

You let go of the hold you have around your plastic soda glass to accept his hand, exchanging a firm shake. You really don't know why you're even entertaining this random stranger. Severen. An odd name if you've ever heard one. It defiantly fits the leather cowboy rockstar aesthetic he has going on. Sure, he seems a little shady, but he has a sort of magnetic charm that keeps you from tossing a few bills on the counter and leaving the diner all together. It also helps that he seems to be a complete one-eighty of Sam, who was all forced politeness and feigned confidence. His words always seemed a bit too rehearsed, like he was a part of a scripted play and was forced to do improve on the spot. He was always trying to sell something, even outside of the office. Whatever dominate personality was in the room he'd mold himself to imitate it like a chameleon. An old business trick he had told you. And maybe it was. It had certainly worked on you. The empty promises, the constant stream of expensive gifts, the vacations to private islands and resorts. They were all just pretty distractions to keep you blind to his awful personality. 

But this random stranger carries himself like time operates on his whim. Like he could tell the world to stop, and it'd quit breathing entirely until he gave it the okay. He was the kind of man that your mother warned you not to go near. The type you'd see hanging outside of seedy bars on the nights that you and your friends would sneak out of your homes to go wander around town, sipping from gas station slushies and gossiping near the old train tracks. And your mother was right to warn you all those years ago. Guys like him can be dangerous. Maybe it's all your bent out emotions getting the better of you, but you kind of like it. 

And truthfully, it feels a little validating to have a guy - especially one as attractive as he is to approach you and strike up a conversation. After Sam's betrayal and the menagerie of twisted and self-depreciating emotions that came with it, it feels good to know that you're still wanted. Even if the attention is coming from a random man in a lonely roadside diner that ultimately won't go anywhere. You've never been the type to entertain men. Granted it's mostly due to the fact that you and Sam had officially put a label on your relationship when you were twenty-one, so your experience with flirting and one-night stands are quite limited. But this wasn't something that was going to go anywhere. It was simply something to pass the time before you set off and head back out on the road. Two strangers sharing a conversating before going on with their lives. It was harmless. So, you tell him your name and he parrots it back like he's trying to memorize it and it shocks you how much you like the sound of it dressed under his voice, sweetened under his southern drawl. It's Texan you think. 

"A pretty name for a pretty lady." 

"You lay it on thick, don't you?" 

"Well, I've never been one to skim it when it comes to the truth. " He flashes that charming grin again, and you glance down at the fries and shuffle them around the plate to distract yourself from it. You hate the heated flutter that fills your stomach at the sight of it. "So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" You shoot back at him, not word for word but you can tell by the twinkle in his eyes that it amuses him, nonetheless. 

"About what you said, family vacation. Sightseeing and all that. " You nod along with him, thumbing at the straw of your drink while you meet the dark blue of his eyes. The conversation fizzles out. But not in an awkward or uncomfortable manner. It feels completely natural; the silence that falls over you both. And you just barely register the outside noise. The soft, idle chatter of the elderly couple, the hum of the old lights, the dull drone an energetic rock song, but then a sharp abrupt sound is breaking the spell that fell over you. The sound of someone clearing their throat. Not in the way you might do to dislodge something from your throat but in a way that demands attention and both you and Severen are looking back over to the booth where his family sits. It's the older man who fixes Severen with a stare. Firm and a little chastising. There's another quality to it that you can't make out and it has a cold shiver trickling down your spine. Severen doesn't verbally respond, but the exasperated look he gives the man seems to carry words of its own, the two of them seemingly having an entire conversation with only two heavy stares. It makes you feel awfully singled out. The shift from the flirty banter and light energy to a looming, heavy air happens so quickly that your brain is still struggling to comprehend it. It's like you've been foolishly stumbling about and have suddenly walked into a room that you shouldn't have, and then there's a cold nagging feeling that you need to get up from the stool and leave the building. But you don't. 

"We gotta get a move on now, Severen." His voice is resolute and fixed, holding no room for argument and despite the fact that his attention hasn't shifted from the man standing next to you, you feel just as affected by the piercing tone. You just so happen to glance down on the table, noticing the lack of drinks or appetizers on the counter and for some reason it flares up a little red flag in your brain. 

Severen sighs in an exaggerated way, like a kid who's been told they couldn't have something and then his attention returns to you, but it feels too stifling. The playful warmth that was once lighting up the blue is now gone. His eyes are sharp and burning with laser focus and you feel like a rabbit caught between a lethal maw. "Sorry to cut our time short darlin,' " he purrs out from an almost manic grin. " You've been a real treat." 

It's all a blur then, cuts of color and streaks of light, and you think that you can hear someone screaming, shrill and pained, but that can't be right, right? There's a white expanse above you, stained with water marks and muted from years of being exposed to cigarette smoke. It's all sluggish, like trying to focus when you're several drinks deep and seeing double, but there's a searing, overwhelming sting slicing throughout the column of your neck, and it grounds you somewhat. Enough to blink back the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Enough for you to realize that you're staring at the ceiling and that there's a rough, white knuckled grip threaded through your hair keeping your head tilted at an excruciating degree. And then you can feel a body pressed against yours, an arm cinched across your waist to hold you close. 

You can feel a damp heat pouring down your throat and underneath your shirt. Every bit helps you focus. But it's the throbbing ache that takes ahold of your mind and jostles the fog free, lifting the curtain to expose you to all the pain. The sting, the white-hot scorching burn of teeth embedded in the flesh of your neck. There's a tongue laving at the skin held between his jaw, working blood into his mouth. Blood. Your blood. He's biting you. He's fucking biting you! 

A freezing cold grips your heart. A terrified fluttering thing that seizes your limbs and keeps you frozen in place while your brain short-circuits between the conflicting commands of either fighting or remaining still in fear. In the midst of your panic some tiny shred of self-preservation takes ahold of you, and you reach into your front jean pocket with a shaking hand while the man continues to gulp at the red that flows from you, moaning around your neck. Your fingers quiver unsteadily, from the fear, the overflow of adrenaline, the blood loss that starts to mist the corners of your vision. But you continue your blind search until your fingertips curl around the set of keys in your pocket. Ignoring the other horrified cries that echo around the diner, the sharp clatter of glass breaking on the tiles, the squeal of someone's shoes slipping across the floor in a wild struggle you secure your grip on the keys and pull them from your pocket as quickly as possible without having them slip from your unsteady hold. 

Your sight blurs just a bit. From the tears or the blood loss you aren't sure and the rock song, despite the low volume being projected over the speakers is suddenly too load, drumming in your ears along with the erratic pulse of your heart and the gulping of the man latched to your neck. And your sluggish brain is suddenly grappling with the fact that you might die here. 

It's enough to still your shaky resolve, thumbing the key to direct the point of it forward like knife. It's small, the edge quite dull. You'd have to drive it in deep for it to do any damage. It won't kill him, but hopefully it will be enough to get him to let you go. 

You draw in a frail gasp, pulling a weak draw of air into your lungs to try and give yourself more focus around the panic that's currently fraying your nerves. Securing your grip around your sweaty palm you don't give yourself time to think, to second guess yourself that it may not work. You're drawing your arm back and striking forward, hoping that you manage to hit something of importance in your visionless jab. You're right in your aim, and the tiny strip of steel is burrowing deep into his side, wiggling your wrist to work it in deeper. 

There's a brief feeling of elation, of righteous satisfaction that courses through you when he jerks away from the crook of your neck with a startled yelp that tells you he's more surprised than injured. He practically pushes you away from himself, spitting out insults and curses. The shove sends you falling, your body too weak in your current state to keep you upright, lethargic and drained, and you land on your knees and the heels of your palms. The deep ache you feel from the impact is quickly shoved to the side, while you clumsily scramble back upright, shoes slipping in a puddle of a deep scarlet that you distantly register as blood.

You try not to look, to take in the carnage that taints the room. You try not to notice the young couple who now sit at the bar, sitting side by side while they both drink from Rachel's body like they're sharing a milkshake with their faces smeared red. You try not to see the elderly woman slumped at her booth with her neck sliced open cleanly; blood splattered across the little postcards that she had just been excitedly prattling about sending off to family or friends. And there's a blood trail dragging across the tiles and at the end of it is her husband. And the kid - Jesus even the kid is in on it, curled over her dead husband's body, latched onto his throat. 

The sound of Severen's angry cursing has all of their attention snapping over to you, and you feel like a wounded rabbit surrounded by a pack of rabid coyotes. 

Everything falls to a standstill like you're all collectively holding your breath, waiting to see who will make the next move. And it's you who does, bolting towards the exit, and you can hear them all collectively move after you, but you don't look back, not even when you hear someone shout out: "God dammit! Someone grab er!" 

You're barreling out past the door, and Severen's swearing has melted into a deranged string of laughter, and it follows you on your way out like a taunt, still ringing in your ears while you're crossing the stretch of the parking lot, running faster than you've ever ran in your life. Like you've got the hounds of hell at your heels. Your shoes slip in the gravel, still slick from the blood that had coated the tiled floor and it feels like you're running in a dream, no matter how much distance you cross you're still in place, every foot between you and your car expanding out into a mile, and you think that you might not make it. You feel the tips of someone's fingers brush against the nape of your neck, but you don't even know if it's real or if your brain is just playing tricks on you. You almost miss the handle of the vehicle when you skid to a halt, key already at the ready to slip into the lock, but it's slick with blood and your grip is lose, and you're praying to someone out there, some higher power, or even the universe to not let it slip.

And you can hear the sound of rushed footsteps running up on you and it has another pump of adrenalin shooting into your already overloaded body, and it feels like its frying you alive. And one of them is shouting, a light feminine voice chanting "get her! You have to get her!" with a great deal of panic. You don't let yourself look back up to the diner, no matter how much you want gage the distance between you and them. You can't stomach the thought of glancing up and seeing one of them standing directly in front of you, dripping with blood and gore and so you force yourself to focus on working the key into the slot and twisting the lock open, and you nearly sob with relief when you swing the door open and slip inside the car. 

You're peeling out of the parking lot before you can even fully register it, fumbling to slam the driver side door closed, tires spinning in the dirt and gravel while you wildly careen out of the lot and onto the road in an unsteady swerve. And there's an unsettled laughter bubbling from your chest, rupturing from it like a geyser in an uncontrollable fit even though all you really want to do is scream and cry instead, and the music blaring from the radio does little to dampen your current hysteria, but you can't be bothered to reach for the dial and turn it down. Trying your best to breathe so that you can place your attention on maintaining your grip on the steering wheel and getting the hell away from here as quickly as possible. You glance back in the rear-view mirror despite every cell in your body telling not to. You don't want to see them. But you do. Standing out in front of the diner as still as ghosts, faded into dimensionless dark figures from the red neon of the building projecting from behind them in a hellish glow, growing smaller and smaller until they fade into nothing, and the lights are but a tiny pinprick in the distance. 

It takes you a moment to register that you're heading back in the direction of Scottsdale, which is now an uncomfortable distance away and now you're cursing the broad expanse of the desert. How everything out here stretches out for lonely, horrid distances. Mile's gapping between towns and houses. But you should have more than enough fuel to get to the gas station that you had stopped at about an hour or so into your journey. You should be okay. You just have to make it there and hopefully they'll have a landline phone that works, and you can call the cops. But what if they don't? A despairing voice laments somewhere in your mind, what if they aren't even open? You have to force the thought away to keep yourself from spiraling. You glance back into the rear-view mirror expecting to see headlights of a car speeding towards you, but it's nothing but a vast empty darkness. They aren't coming after you. 

But their lack of chase does little to quell the fear and cold dread nestling inside your body, if anything it fuels the panic. It's suspicious, the way they just gave up once you got to your car. Surely, they had done this before, if the way that they had all walked in the diner with ease and promptly dispatched of all the patrons and employees with a horrifying air of calm was any indication. They did it like it was routine. Like it was normal. And perhaps it was. Maybe this was a normal thing for them, slaughtering the poor souls who cross their paths in obscene acts of violence. But this wasn't even the typical serial killer stuff you often hear about. Kidnappings and stabbings. They were drinking their blood. He was drinking your blood. It reminds you of all the times that your mother used to go off on worried tangents about all the supposed satanic cults that are apparently spreading throughout the country, poisoning the children through rock music and D & D of all things.  "I heard it on the news," she had said with a vehemence that you didn't have the energy to challenge anymore. You had never put much stock into it all. The obvious fear mongering that daily new papers and overzealous preachers on the FM radio pumped out in a constant drivel. It had always sounded like bullshit to you, but now that you're speeding down the highway with a massive gash in the side of your neck, shaped by a set of teeth, you're starting to think that maybe there is a shred of possibility to it. You can't help but brokenly giggle at the prospect of it, the insanity of it all. Attacked by a psychotic blood cult. You sound crazy. This entire situation is crazy. 

You reach up to touch the wound on the side of your neck, initially flinching at the tender sting. You should probably try to find something to clean it up with, one of your old bottles of water is probably lying around on the floor, tucked underneath some seat, but you can't stomach the thought of pulling over and parking the car long enough to find it. You don't have anything to dress the wound with but luckily it seems as though the bleeding has stopped despite the skin around it still being damp with recent blood. You pinpoint the inflamed edges of the bite with your fingertips, lightly brushing down the expanse of it so not to irritate it any further. It starts just a few inches beneath your ear and stops just short of meeting your shoulder. That's odd. It feels a whole lot thinner than you would expect and less gnarled. Especially considering that it was a grown man that took a bite out of you. It has you flipping the sun visor down and angling it down to properly investigate the damage in between careful glances at the road. 

It's difficult to make out from underneath the grimy red coating your neck, but you can see the torn strips of flesh glinting underneath the dim glow casted by the rectangular lights bordering each side of the visor mirror. Two narrow gashes that are nowhere near the size you had expected. The wound is strangely small, the angry indents left by his teeth are thin like they're a few days into the healing process and not just a few minutes old. It must have been the adrenaline making it seem worse than it was. But then again, this entire night feels like it isn't real. Like it's a dream -a nightmare that you'd wake up from at any moment. 

Images of the diner flash across your mind, the gore and violence. Rachel's lifeless eyes staring at you, jarringly blank and empty like a broken doll while the young couple fed from her wrist and neck. The red smearing the pale floor, the screaming and banging of pots and pans from the kitchen that had told you that one of them had gotten ahold of the cook somewhere in the back. And it sounded like he was trying to fight them off. And you had left him. You had left him behind without a second thought. The realization hits you like a punch to the gut. You had been so desperate to get out and save your own skin that you didn't even think about anyone else or the chance that they might be alive before you ran out.  But what were you supposed to? If you had stayed behind even a second longer, he would have killed you. You would have been dead-

A short metallic scrape sounds from the roof of your car. Sudden and jarring and abrupt enough for you to jump in your seat and nearly jerk the steering wheel from your shaky grip. A rattled breath leaves you while you glance up at the cloth ceiling like it'll help identify the cause of the sound, and you all you can do is hope that it's something like the wind even though the idea of it sounds completely stupid. But you can't let yourself think of the other possibilities right now. Not when you're still two seconds away from a panic attack while behind the wheel and doing 85 mph down the road. You should probably slow down some now that you've placed some distance between you and them, but you can't seem to move your foot from the gas pedal no matter how much common sense is telling you to. 

And then you hear it again. That harsh cutting noise is slashing through the air over the droning of the engine and Joan Jett's blaring vocals. Definitely not the wind. And there's a dull shuffling that follows after it, heavy and scuffed, almost like -

A large bang erupts from above like a gun shot and a panicked fleeting looks up reveals that there's a dent in the roof, dipping inwards like someone had punched it, and it douses you like cold water and floods your system with another hefty load of adrenaline. The realization that someone is on top of the car. But before you can do anything, the roof above you is bursting open with a shrill grotesque shriek, splitting as easily as tinfoil and a hand is blindly reaching down, frantically snatching at the open air with bloodied fingers. You can't help the scream that escapes your lungs, tearing your already raw throat from its volume. And your already sluggish brain stalls between the directions of either slamming on the breaks or swerving across the road in the hopes of shaking them off that you don't do anything other than try to remain in control of the vehicle and evade the hand trying to claw its way into your hair, its rings snagging on the strands. Rings. You remember the jewelry that Severen had worn on his right hand, how he had tapped his knuckles on the counter when you were talking.  He's the one on your car. That's why they didn't all bother chasing after you, because they already had you. He must have leapt on when you were speeding out of the parking lot, too rattled and busy panicking to notice him climbing up the roof. 

While you're busy grappling with the situation his hand successfully snatches at your roots, pulling painfully tight at your scalp. You cry out in pain, trying to keep your eyes on the long stretch of road and keep control of the wheel while you reach up to claw at his wrist with your own nails, but it does nothing to deter him. If anything, he grips your hair harder, and you know that you're going to have to stop. Maybe if you break hard enough, you'll be able to shake him free and you can run him over on while you're on your way out of this shithole. So, you remove your foot from the gas pedal in the hopes of slamming on the brakes, but then he's securing his hold on your scalp and harshly jerking your head back against the head rest. Even though it's a dull pain, it's enough to disorient you and then the tires are squealing with the acrid scent of burnt rubber tainting the air. 

From the angle he has your head held at you can't see out of the windshield, but you can catch glimpses of the world rushing past you out of your peripherals. Blurs of the desert floor and dried shrubbery rushing past, and the car is harshly jolting over what must be rocks and dips in the ground. 

Admits the chaos you're able to free yourself from his grip just in time to see the barbed wire fence that you're approaching at full speed. But it's far too late to anything, not even the brakes would help to lessen the blow and all you can do is watch as the front of the car hits a heavy wooden fence post, crumpling inwards from the impact. Then it all flashes black under a blaze of searing white hot heat, a steady throb traveling across your skull in steady pulses. You can't help but groan from the pain. You have to force your eyes open and blink away the blurriness that obscures the edges of your vision. You don't know if it's been seconds or hours after the crash, but a quick scan of the pitch-black night around you and the thick stream of smoke that pours from the grill and twists up into the air lets you know that it couldn't have been too long. 

Then you hear the shifting of feet above you, shuffling against the roof and every step is like a gunshot going off. Another nail in your coffin. It fills you with pure dread, but you're too weak- your brain too muddled to move. You watch as a pair of cowboy boots drop onto what's left of the hood, jostling the body of the car from the weight of it, the spurs jingling in a way that sounds light and cheery, like a set of mocking giggles. 

He's dipping over at the waist so that he can look at you, eyes twinkling with crazed mirth and wearing a bloody grin that's too wide. And then he fucking waves at you. You're still too dazed to get out and run, or cuss him out, or do anything, so you settle for pinning him down with a steady glare, hoping that it conveys all of your boiling hatred while you try and shove down the fear running rampant inside your chest. 

Then he's excitedly leaping from the hood and landing on the ground hollering into the air like he just got off a rollercoaster. It's horrifying, the blatant joy that he's exhibiting like the killing and the chase were the ultimate pleasure of life. And while he's celebrating, you're doing your best not vomit. From the head trauma or the sudden empty gnawing in the pit of your stomach you aren't sure. But nausea is swimming in your head and gut and you're blindly fumbling for the door latch. You need to get out, you need to vomit, you need to run. And all the while he's dancing in place, clearly riding some sort of adrenaline rush. "God damn, yer a wild cat!" He's hollering, practically skipping over to the driver side door. You whimper under your breath from the pain and the fear and pathetically try to crawl over the center console to get to the opposing seat, but you can hear the door being jerked open while he chuckles and snatches your ankle. 

"Get off of me!" You shout, kicking out in the hopes that it would deter him some. Of course, it doesn't. If anything, it seems to amuse him further, even when one of them lands and you strike him dead center in the chest. It doesn't get so much as a gasp of air from him, like there isn't any in his lungs. He still has that unsettling feral grin on his face.  "No can do, sugar. Shoulda thought about that before you went an' stabbed me." 

The wild fear is overshadowed for a moment, as short as it is. "You fucking bit me!" You snap back, like a child bickering but you're still to dazed and caught up in the moment to even register how fruitless and bizarre the exchange is.  

"But you smelt so good, " he croons in a sing-songy lilt, still pulling your wiggling body towards his, now gripping ahold of your hips. "You can't blame a man for wantin' a taste." And he's pulling you up by the shoulders completely unbothered by the way you try to claw and rip at his chest and the exposed skin of his throat. His eyes are lit up under the dull cast of the interior light, barring you completely to the wild nature that lurks inside them. 

His teeth are fully exposed behind that horrible grin, and it feels like he's going to try and eat you alive. And you think he is. Of course, he is. Here to finish the job and drain you dry. They were always going to get you. Your car- your only chance of escape is totaled. And even if you somehow managed to overpower him and kill him the group he had traveled with is still out there. No doubt counting the seconds for his return. And the second they realize he's not coming back they'll be coming for you. In this dead empty desert with no houses or towns for miles. You'd collapse from exhaustion before you manage to find help, or some random person finds you alongside the road. 

A sense of helplessness rushes over you. A reluctant defeat. And you look up at him like hundreds of others have probably done before you and ask the question that that you've always made fun of the heroines and victims of countless movies for asking: "Why are you doing this?" 

But you need some sense of closure at least. A reason for all of the violence and horror that you've endured tonight. You try and focus through your blurred vision to search both of his eyes like you might find something of substance in them. Two deep pools of a smothering blue. There isn't a shred of sympathy in them.  He's shushing you in a dramatic mocking sense of kindness, cradling your jaw in his hands like he cares. You try to remove your face from his hold, but he doesn't let you, following your retreating face and caging it between his calloused grip. "There ain't nothin' you coulda done. You were jus' at the wrong place at the wrong time." It's said so matter-of-factly it shreds the final bits of hope that you clung to. 

And then he's leaning closer, dropping an arm to nuzzle at the wound on your neck, ignoring how you hiss and jerk away from him, desperate to evade the sting of his teeth, but it never comes. You feel him go still underneath you, muscles seizing like he's been struck, and it also gives you pause letting you focus through your aching muddled head and pick up on the little puffs of breath bursting across your throat. Is he . . . sniffing you?

Your head is suddenly back in his hands and he's peering down at you, squinting in the dim light like he's searching for something and all you can do is force your drooping eyelids open to warily watch him, trying to ignore the persistent vacant throb in your gut. A series of emotions cross his face, bewilderment, anger, and lastly a frustrated sort of acceptance. "You gotta be shittin' me."  Then he's tearing away from you, leaving your body to weakly sag back up against the driver's seat while he stomps at the ground and swears. You think about trying to make a run for it while he's distracted and busy throwing a fit over . . . something, but when your place your feet on the ground and try to stand you're startled by how horribly they shake. A tremor runs up your body and has you falling right back down on your seat. The blood loss and your crashing adrenaline rush seems to be catching up to you, leaving your body nothing more than a useless painful quivering mess and you could cry but you'll be damned if you give this bastard the twisted satisfaction of seeing your tears. 

The sound of you trying to stand seems to remind him of your presence and he's twisting around to look at you. And the two of you pause in a strange sort of standoff. He briefly gazes back off into the night like he might find an answer somewhere out among the darkness and rolling hills before looking back to you with a dejected sigh. Then he's walking back towards you, lifting his wrist up to his mouth and biting into it without flinching. 

The sight of that alone has you trying to scramble back again, but he's on you before you can blink. "Oh, quit yer fussin'. " He chides while holding you close against his chest. 

"Wha-" you can't even get the question out before he's sliding a bloody wrist against your open mouth. You flinch away from it, smearing it across your cheek and he tuts disapprovingly like he isn't trying to force feed you his blood. "C'mon now, don' be difficult." 

You had fully intended to scold him, whip out some barbed quip to get some sense of having the upper hand, no matter how miniscule it was in the long run, but then a bit of his blood drops along your tongue, and your brain is wiped clean of any coherent thought. You don't know what compelled you to do it, honest to God.  But suddenly you're latching onto his arm like it's a lifeline and gulping down the thick red that pours from the open wound. A thick metallic gush coats your tongue and it's almost too much but he's cradling the back of your head to keep you fixed to his arm. Then notes of something salted and faintly sweet rises up from the coppery flavor and you're pulling it into your mouth like its melted sugar. And you think you can hear him murmur something to you, something like, "see it ain't so bad, is it?" but his voice is distant and far away like he's talking to you from under water. 

That strange hollow pinch inside of your gut is back. It's like hunger almost, but it's also leagues away from any hunger you've ever felt. It feels like a sharp rabid thing is lose in your stomach, all teeth and claws, scratching at you from the inside, begging for you to give it more. And the flow of blood the pours freely from his wrist suddenly isn't enough. And you're pulling away from him with as much strength as you can muster, successfully standing on your feet and snatching at the clothes on his chest for a completely different reason now. You catch the surprise in his eyes, the little puff of disbelieving laughter that leaves him when he lets you roughly nudge his head to the side and place you mouth on his throat, running the sensitive tip of your tongue along the rough texture of his five-o clock shadow. Just keeping the edges of your teeth there. But you can smell the blood underneath his skin and the wild, gnawing hunger inside of you demands to be fed and then you're sinking them in deep. His skin breaks underneath the pressure and the thick red fills your mouth like nectar. The flow of it is much stronger here, gushing across your tongue beautifully. You almost moan from the elation you feel, the stabbing pain muting out in pale distant throbs and the shaking in your arms and legs dies down. 

He groans and grips your hips tightly and whether it's from discomfort or not you don't know. And you don't care. You can hardly think at all, left adrift under the pull the blood that steadily pours down your throat, and if it weren't for the sudden burst of sound to tether you, you might would have floated away under it.  Somewhere in the distance a pack coyotes howls and yips rise up like a delighted strip of laughter, the wind rustles over the desert floor like a wane breath, and far past the horizon something warm and primordial rumbles, but it's still hard to focus on over the sound of your own feverish gulping. Even though the foreign, wild hunger has since died down, you don't want to stop. You want to stay here forever and drink and drink and drink. 

You're being pulled back from his neck before you can register it, pitifully whining at the loss of his blood. It takes you a few moments to come to, the annoying steady tapping of his hand on your cheek helping to rouse you from your drunken stupor. And the grin on his face is too cocky and smug for your taste and something about the look in his eyes tells you that you've just done something irreversible. That you've sealed your fate and won't be able look back. It takes a minute for your slow-moving syrupy thoughts to catch up. The realization of what you've done hits you with the subtly of a charging bull and your entire body runs cold. He must see the change in you because he's lurching forward and snatching you before you can run off with your newfound strength. "Hold on now, " he's laughing. The bastard is laughing. " I mean, shit the way you were sucking on me, I thought I'd be seein' the big man upstairs soon!" 

"Get your hands off of me!" You snarl. Because it had worked so well for you last time, but you don't care. You're angry, you're betrayed. But you can't blame anyone else but yourself and that's what terrifies you the most. 

"I can't do that now. It's gonna be you and me sweetpea! " He practically sings." For a good long while." 

You can't even form a sentence to ask him why. Why he suddenly has an interest in you, why he fed you his blood, why you wanted his blood. It all fades from the tip of your tongue before you can form the words, and then he's lifting you up like a bag of dog food and tossing you over his shoulder despite your protest. "Oh, hush now. " He scolds you lightly with a few pats on your rear and you try to knee him in the stomach but he's quick to catch the wayward limb. He walks past the totaled Ford, still smoking and crumpled against the fence post and heads off towards the road, whistling jovially as he goes with an arm secured around your waist to keep you held down in place. All while you limply hang from his shoulder, distantly watching the asphalt pass underneath his boots, and the way that the rowels of his spurs slightly rotate between their shanks with each step. You can't help but wonder what your family will think when you never come back home. When a cop or some person on their way into the nearest town spots your crumpled up car on the side of the road or whatever is left of the diner and reports you as a missing person. Or dead. 

Will they look for you? You think about your father sitting at the dining room table, awake too early and drinking a mug full of coffee so black that it'll make your lips twists up like you ate something sour and your mother sitting in front of the TV every night to watch her reruns while she picks out a new novel for her book club- which is really just an excuse to gossip and complain about the neighbors. 

You may never be a part of that again. You may never see them again. And a heavy lump is inside your throat threatening to push tears up. Even Sam and his cheating and his sweet, dimpled smile and his constant prattle about business sales - you'd take it all back in a heartbeat. You'd take the pain and the lying and the hurt but instead you're here. Tossed over some psychopath's shoulder. 

"Calvary's here!" He suddenly cheers, breaking you from your spiral. You have to prop a hand on his lower back suspend yourself up enough to look back over your shoulder, but it gives enough leverage to make out a pair of headlights piercing the through the darkness ahead. The sight of it has a lump of dread forming in the pit of your stomach, heavy and unforgiving. And Severen seems to sense your unease, because he's working a hand up the back of your thigh in what he seems to think are soothing stokes. " Yer gonna be alright, the family is gonna love ya!" 

And some helpless part of you still stupid enough to cling onto hope wants to cry out, to beg him to let you go. To pretend that this entire night never happened. But you know its fruitless. You're in too deep now. You were as soon as they stepped into that diner. Whatever happened now you'd just have to hope that you make it out alive. But maybe you wouldn't want to. 

"Shit sugar, me and you might have some fun after all!" 

[bruinsbabydaddyy]

Desert Sunsets

He was nervous, Like sweating from every pore nervous. But of course, you wouldn't have noticed that between the steep climbing and the Arizona sun, you could only focus on surviving this beast of a hike you for some reason agreed to go on. You wouldn't have if he wasn't so weirdly adamant about going. Usually, when you tell him you don't wanna exercise with him he just sighs and walks away. But not this time, this time he practically begged, and played every card he had including a movie night of whatever you wanted and multiple promised coffee runs. What made things even worse was you weren't even in the cool air of Toronto you had grown accustomed to in the multiple years of living with Auston.

 but you were back in AZ and usually, you did okay with the summer heat when you had AC in the comfort of your Scottsdale apartment even with the sun setting it was still scorching, but on the plus side apparently, Auston couldn't take the heat either and had lost his shirt about a mile and a half ago and that was the only motivation you needed to keep your head up, as you were approaching what you were praying to be the top he looked back at you and you noticed something in his eyes, a kind of fear like he was waiting for you to run for the hills and not look back but you couldn't, you wouldn't dream of it these past few years had been the best of your life, you would walk to the ends of the earth if he asked you too. A shaky voice broke your thoughts “babe come up here for a sec” “give me a second felix is really into this bush” as you pull the doodle to your side and make your way up the little pathway the view hits you,various shades of pink an orange fill the desert sky and all of the thoughts leave your head “is this what heaven feels like” is all you can seem to get out.

you hear a chuckle behind you as you take out your phone to capture the moment,it felt like eternity as you were trying to get that perfect picture that you'd completely end up forgetting to post in the end but what broke you away from that screen was the shaky breath coming from the man behind you and as you turn around you immediately felt yourself tearing up and from the looks of Austons face he was about to as well 

“honey I owe everything I am today to you,you have got me through some of my hardest days and made my best a thousand times better,You have stuck by my side and single handedly been my biggest support system when i was trying to navigate through a whole new life in Toronto,you have been the best mom to felix and I know your gonna be an even better one to our kids one day. Hell you dropped everything to move across the country with me and I know I'll never be able to repay you for everything you've done for me and our relationship but I'd like to spend the rest of my life trying if you'll let me” by this point you fully sobbing and he's even slipped a few tears. “I would love to” you manage to choke out in between sobs that are slowly turning into laughs as you see his face relax and the stress in his eyes fade to a love you've only seen in movies and Taylor swift songs. He pulls you into the tightest embrace he can muster and he holds you in front of the desert sunset

[quincyxkeats]

[cis-male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [QUINCY KEATS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [LAKEITH STANFIELD]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [OWNER OF COMICS EMPORIUM]. Word is you’re [THOUGHTFUL] but can also be a bit [STUBBORN] and your favorite song is [FREAKS AND GEEKS BY CHILDISH GAMBINO]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER’S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! || @aurorabayaesthetic

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Name: quincy elijah keats Gender: cis-male Pronouns: he/him Age: thirty Birthdate: may 5th ( taurus sun. libra moon. leo rising ) Sexual Orientation: pansexual Romantic Orientation: panromantic Profession: owner of comic emporium. freelance voice actor. professional dm Positive Traits: rational. sociable. charming. creative Negative Traits: stubborn. indecisive. passive. complacent.

Details:

Quincy was born to Victoria Williams and Jasper Keats in scottsdale, arizona. Jasper was a a struggling musician. Victoria, a school nurse, was his muse.they were thrilled when they found out they were pregnant despite knowing they would struggle. they were both still fairly young but it kicked jasper into gear. he got a job as a custodian at victoria's school by day and kept up his music at night.

quincy was a easy baby. he slept well, was sweet and smiley. yes, finances were hard still, but over all they were a happy little family up until around quince's fourth birthday.

it was around that time jasper's music career began to take off. he wasn't headlining concerts or anything but he and his jazz band were getting really good reviews. playing more places. to the point they began to travel. victoria was ecstatic for him and wanted him to chase his dreams. they'd figure it out. she left her job as a school nurse and went to the local hospital while he bounced from state to state, sending whatever money he could home.

it wasn't a lot. jasper did get bigger sums here and there but victoria was working herself to the bone picking up the slack. and on top of that she was growing lonely, missing the man she loved. quincy missed his father. it was kinda heartbreaking for her, but she tried to stick it all out, really she did.

quincy was growing fast though. he was a sweet kid. soft voice. soft touch. as he got into school, he was the type of kid that was invisible to most and he didn't mind that. he lived in his own world. never the best at school. never the worst. he got along with other kids but didn't seem to have a ton of them he could really call friends. it worried victoria to see him so isolated, his existence somewhat liminal.

but she was always too tired to play host or get him to birthday parties, sleepovers, etc. the older he got the more he spent time taking care of her. making sure she ate. slept. hydrated. making sure she laughed. it was that tendency, the fact that her seven year old was taking care of her more than her husband was what made Victoria wake up.

jasper wasn't a bad father. he visited when he could, but he never stayed long. checked in when he couldn't. he always sent money. and when he was home, god did quincy love it. victoria asked him to come back and he tried. for a time. but in the end, he just couldn't. they split up officially when Quincy was eight. they'd never been legally married, so there wasn't much paperwork to sort through. just emotions.

it was surprisingly easy for quincy. his father had never truly been around, not permanently so he didn't know life with him in it regularly. it hurt to know he wouldn't have that picture perfect family. but he realized how sad his mother was when jasper wasn't around but also...how sad she seemed with him there. lonely. he didn't want that for her. jasper stayed in their life, he stayed quincy's father, but he never lived with them again and victoria let him go.

she got her job back at the school and though it was a pay cut, the hours were better. she picked up a second job and life went on. Quincy started going to an after-school program and things were good. for a while. he got picked on a bit by older kids. he was quiet and immersed in things most considered nerdy, like superheroes and comics. he was an easy target too. he never fought back and things only escalated.

he'd come home with his things missing. bruises. clothes ripped. he'd never say who. or why. his mother spoke to the director. but they said quincy never reported. it took a youth staff member to figure out what was happening and he took quincy under his wing. he was nerdy himself and he taught quincy how to stand up for himself. did he like it? no. but he trusted the staff member and he followed his directions. did it all end immediately? no, but they worked on it together and he introduced quincy to other parts of nerdom. anime and d&d. he joined a little group at the center and through there he made other friends. and there was safety in numbers.

by the time he hit high school, quincy was well adjusted. he could stand up for himself when needed. he had a close group of friends. he started playing some sports. did well in class. always middle of the pack but that was enough for him. especially since he knew from an early age he wanted to go into acting. specifically voice over acting. it was a bit of a shock to his mother, most people really. he was such a quiet guy and he never seemed to like to stand out. but his friends knew otherwise. he was animated when gaming, both video games and table top. and he was great at voices. he ran various dungeons and dragons games, voiced an insane amount of characters and he was good. really really good.

so when it came time to graduate, he went to a college near by. he took theater. and being on stage could be rough, but again, he was good at it. he could step into different roles like a chameleon. he didn't finish any sort of degree though. he mostly went for practice and then found himself traveling south to LA when he hit 20.

it was....expensive. and hard. he knew it would be, but nothing could really prepare him for the extent of it. he got a few jobs here and there. commercials. radio ads. he even got cast in a low budget play or two. but nothing major for god...so long. he lived with roommates and worked any odd job he could get his hands on. but it was killing him. for the first time in his life he was actually trying, really really trying to be more than run of the mill and he was failing.

it took five years but eventually he left LA and moved further south to a small town called Aurora Bay. How he heard of it, he doesn't remember but it was cheaper. still close enough to go to auditions and what not, but it took the pressure off. which was helpful when he learned his mom, who was still in arizona, had met someone. he was happy for her of course and his dad was still living that rolling stone life so it wasn't like he expected them to get back together. he just-- he wasn't sure she'd ever find someone she loved as much as him. turns out, she did.

quincy went home to meet him and his daughter, gillian, early on in the relationship. he wasn't an intimidating guy. he was still as low key and soft as ever. but. this was his mother and he wanted to make sure she was well taken care of. again, he was surprised. darren owens was a good guy. a traveler, like jasper, but in the end, he stayed for her and that meant the world to them both. quincy was treated with respect and he in turn treated him the same. he and gilly became closer by the day. quincy didn't stay more than a few of them, but he kept in touch. visited on the holidays and what not.

It was around this time, while he was living in Aurora Bay and traveling, work started to pick up. He quit his attendant job at the Comic Emporium. He was cast in a few animated things, some anime dubs, some video games. He'd stay in LA, crashing on couches as he needed but he was getting good traction and some good money. It wasn't super sustainable though so after a while he made the decision to pump the breaks. He got his old job back and began working on things he could do from home and not travel so often. Eventually the owner of the Comic Emporium decide to retire. Quincy had been saving his money from his bigger projects and investing and in one very impulse decision, offered to just-- buy it.

It was insane really, but he loved the place and its customers. He could still do his own thing, make his own hours and keep things running just the way its patrons liked it. It seemed kinda perfect and even more so when Gilly moved to town a year later. That too was a surprise, but another good one. Things in general have been good and yeah, maybe it's not GREAT, but Quincy is more than ok with that.

Connections:

gillian liang // step- sister.

paxton brady // employee @ comic emporium. brief 'coworkers' in LA

ziggy kang // employee @ comic emporium.

asher oritz // sister's boyfriend? kid brother status

noah atwood // future d&d group member

Wanted Connections:

regular patrons @comic emporium

d&d clients & party members

old friends/contacts from arizona

nerd friends

gaming buddies

exes. tinder matches. flings. a fwb.

fishing buddies.

neighbors

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Complete Guide to Dentures: Restoring Function and Confidence to Your Smile

When it comes to restoring the beauty and function of your smile, dentures are an effective solution for many individuals. Whether you're missing a few teeth or all of them, dentures can significantly improve your quality of life, allowing you to speak, eat, and smile confidently. My Scottsdale Dentist in Scottsdale, AZ, is proud to offer custom dentures, helping patients regain their smile and enjoy life to the fullest.

Why Get Dentures?

Missing teeth can negatively affect eating, speaking, and the aesthetics of your smile. They also can cause your jaw to lose bone mass, your remaining teeth to shift, and your face to suffer alterations in appearance. Perhaps most importantly, missing teeth mar the beauty of your smile and take away your ability to smile and laugh freely.

Dentures restore the look and function of your smile, are custom-crafted just for you, and are easy to maintain. Today’s dentures are natural-looking, more comfortable than ever, and last for decades with proper care. If you are missing one or more teeth, you should look into dentures as a long-term solution, as well as alternatives such as dental bridges and dental implants.

But the most noticeable effect of missing teeth is how it affects your smile. Without a full set of teeth, many people feel self-conscious about laughing or speaking in public. This can cause discomfort and embarrassment, affecting your overall confidence.

That's where dentures come in. Dentures can restore both the function and aesthetic of your smile, enabling you to eat your favorite foods, speak clearly, and smile freely once again. Crafted specifically for you, today’s dentures are more natural-looking and comfortable than ever before. With proper care, they can last for many years.

Types of Dentures

There are many types of dentures, each designed to remedy specific dental problems.If you are missing only a few teeth, partial dentures may be a great choice for you. If you are missing more teeth, complete dentures may be needed. Complete dentures can only be fitted after any remaining teeth are extracted and the gums have healed.

Full dentures

Also called a complete denture, this appliance replaces an entire arch of missing teeth. A full denture rests atop your gums and relies on your palate (the roof of your mouth) or lower jawbone ridge for support. You may need to use denture adhesive (a special type of glue) to keep your appliance firmly in place.

Full dentures are likely what comes to mind when you think about traditional dentures. They consist of artificial teeth and a gum-colored base.

People who wear dentures usually take them out at night to clean them and give their gums a rest.

Partial dentures

If you’re missing several or most of your teeth in one or both jaws, partial dentures may be an option. Partial dentures are similar to full dentures, as they also rely on your gums and underlying bone for support. But partial dentures also have special clasps that hook around your remaining natural teeth, providing additional stability.

Immediate Dentures

Immediate dentures are placed immediately after any remaining teeth are extracted. They serve as a temporary solution while your gums heal and can be adjusted as needed. Some patients may need a follow-up appointment to ensure that the dentures fit properly after the healing process.

Upper Dentures

Upper dentures are specifically designed to replace missing upper teeth. These dentures are crafted to fit the upper gumline and provide a secure fit. They are ideal for patients who have lost all of their upper teeth but still have healthy gums.

Over Dentures

Over dentures are a great option for patients who have some natural teeth remaining. These dentures use one or more of the remaining teeth for support, providing additional stability when chewing and ensuring a more secure fit. Over dentures are often recommended for patients who still have strong teeth that can anchor the denture in place.

My Scottsdale Dentist also offer immediate dentures, upper dentures, and over dentures. Immediate dentures are placed immediately after any remaining teeth are extracted, and may need to be adjusted later as your gums heal. Only certain patients are candidates for immediate dentures. Upper dentures replace your upper teeth only. Over dentures use one or more of your remaining teeth for support. The advantage of this type is greater stability when chewing.

Crafting and Fitting Dentures

Regardless of type, crafting and fitting dentures is a multi-step process. At our office serving the Scottsdale AZ area, we work to make the process efficient and comfortable, while taking all the steps to ensure a superior fit and a natural-looking result. In your first appointment, My Scottsdale Dentist will take a wax bite impression. This impression provides exacting measurements of your teeth, gums, and mouth.Next, your dentures will be carefully crafted in a dental lab. During your follow-up appointment, your dentist will work with you to fine-tune the shape, color, and fit of the dentures. When this process is complete, you should be free to enjoy your dentures for many years to come!

Initial Consultation and Impression

During your first appointment, your dentist will take a wax bite impression of your mouth. This impression will provide precise measurements of your teeth, gums, and oral structures, which are crucial for crafting dentures that fit comfortably.

Crafting Your Dentures

Once the impression is taken, your dentures will be custom-crafted in a dental lab. We work with skilled technicians who use high-quality materials to create dentures that closely resemble your natural teeth.

Fitting and Adjustments

Once your dentures are ready, you'll return to the office for a follow-up appointment where your dentist will carefully adjust the fit. The dentist will ensure that the dentures are the right shape, color, and fit for your mouth. Fine-tuning the details helps ensure a natural-looking and comfortable result.

Final Review

Once your dentures are properly adjusted, you’ll be free to enjoy them for many years. With proper care and maintenance, your dentures will continue to look great and function properly, allowing you to smile confidently.

We realize that missing teeth are a common problem; fortunately, there is a wide range of great solutions that will give you back your smile! My Scottsdale Dentist is experienced in helping patients explore their options, helping them select dentures that can let them enjoy their lives and smile with confidence.

The Benefits of Dentures

Choosing dentures comes with a number of advantages:

Restored Functionality: Dentures restore your ability to speak and eat comfortably, allowing you to enjoy a wide variety of foods and engage in conversations without hesitation.

Enhanced Aesthetic: Missing teeth can alter the shape of your face, but dentures help restore your natural facial features, giving you a more youthful and vibrant appearance.

Improved Confidence: With a full, healthy-looking smile, you’ll feel more confident in social and professional situations.

Long-Term Solution: Dentures are a reliable, long-lasting solution when cared for properly. Many patients enjoy their dentures for years.

How long does it take to get used to dentures?

The answer to this question is different for everyone. It can take time — weeks or sometimes months — to get used to your new dentures. Keep in mind you may need several adjustments during the first couple of weeks to achieve your desired fit.

How long do dentures last?

The average lifespan of a denture is seven to 10 years. Most people will need replacement dentures at this point.

You should also get a denture reline every one to two years — or whenever you notice changes in the way your denture fits. During this process, your dentist will add material to your denture to ensure a more comfortable fit.

How can I take care of my dentures?

Proper care and maintenance helps keep your dentures in good condition. Here are a few general guidelines to make sure your appliance lasts as long as possible:

Brush your gums, tongue, inner cheeks, roof of your mouth and any remaining teeth twice a day to remove plaque and debris.

Clean your dentures using a denture brush and paste.

Soak your dentures overnight in a denture solution.

Remove your dentures at the end of every day.

Conclusion

Whether you are missing one tooth or many, dentures can restore the functionality and beauty of your smile. At My Scottsdale Dentist, we specialize in crafting custom dentures that are designed to fit comfortably and look natural. If you’re considering dentures, our team is here to guide you through the process and help you choose the right option for your needs.

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The Ultimate Male Strip Club Experience in Scottsdale, AZ, is the Unleashed Male Revue!

Unleashed Male Revue: The Ultimate Ladies Night Out in Scottsdale

When it comes to planning the perfect ladies' night out, Scottsdale has no shortage of options—but nothing compares to the electrifying experience of the Unleashed Male Revue. This premier male strip show is not just a night out; it’s an unforgettable event filled with excitement, glamour, and fun.

Whether you’re celebrating a bachelorette party, a birthday, a divorce, or simply need a night of pure entertainment, Unleashed Male Revue is Scottsdale’s number-one destination for women looking to let loose and enjoy themselves. Here’s why it’s the ultimate choice for a ladies' night out:

High-Energy Entertainment Like No Other

At Unleashed Male Revue, the performers are professionals who know how to put on a show. From choreographed routines to dazzling costumes and jaw-dropping moves, the energy in the room is contagious. The revue is designed to keep you and your friends on the edge of your seats, laughing, cheering, and thoroughly entertained.

A Celebration of Fun and Empowerment

Unleashed Male Revue is about more than just good looks and incredible dance moves. It’s a celebration of fun, confidence, and empowerment. The performers create an environment where women can feel free to express themselves, enjoy the moment, and make unforgettable memories with their closest friends.

Perfect for Every Occasion

Bachelorette Parties: Make the bride-to-be’s last fling unforgettable with a VIP experience.

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Just Because: Who needs a reason to enjoy an incredible night out with your best friends?

A VIP Experience Tailored to You

Unleashed Male Revue offers a variety of packages to suit your group’s needs. From general admission to exclusive VIP seating, there’s an option for everyone. Want to make your night even more special? Book a private male stripper performance in Scottsdale and have the entertainers come directly to your venue for a personalized experience.

Scottsdale’s Vibrant Nightlife Scene

Unleashed Male Revue is located in the heart of Scottsdale, making it the perfect centerpiece for a night out. Start your evening with dinner at one of the city’s top restaurants, enjoy the show, and then explore Scottsdale’s vibrant nightlife scene.

Don’t Miss Out—Book Your Tickets Today!

The Unleashed Male Revue is an experience that’s too good to miss. Gather your friends, plan your night, and get ready to be wowed by Scottsdale’s hottest male performers. Visit www.unleashedmalerevue.com to reserve your tickets and prepare for a night of unforgettable entertainment.

When it comes to creating memories, laughter, and a sense of empowerment, Unleashed Male Revue sets the standard. Make your next ladies’ night out the ultimate event with the best male revue Scottsdale has to offer!

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Emma Stone Biography, Height, Age, Family, Husband, Net Worth and Career

Emma Stone is an American producer and actress who was born on November 6, 1988. Among her many honors are two Golden Globes, two Academy Awards, and two British Academy Film Awards. She was the highest-paid actress in the world in 2017 and was listed as one of the 100 most influential people in the world by Time magazine. Emma is an American actress and film producer who has been part of many Hollywood blockbusters. She is quite popular for her roles in La La Land, The Amazing Spider-Man, and Poor Things.

Who is Emma Stone?

Emma Stone is a producer as well as an actress. Emily Jean Stone was born on November 6, 1988, in Scottsdale, Arizona, and has since become one of Hollywood's most in-demand actresses. Her career began after she left teenage theater productions to pursue her cinematic dreams in Los Angeles.

Emma Stone Wiki

FACTDETAILReal NameEmily Jean StonePopular NameEmma StoneGenderFemaleBirth DateNovember 6, 1988Age34 (as of 2024)ParentsJeffrey Charles Stone, Krista StoneSiblingsSpencer StoneBirthplaceScottsdale, Arizona, USANationalityAmericanEthnicitySwedish, German, English, Scottish, IrishEducationXavier College Prep, HomeschooledMarital StatusMarriedSpouseDave McCary (m. 2020)ChildrenLouise Jean McCaryDatingPreviously dated Andrew GarfieldNet Worth$40 millionSource of WealthActing, ProducingHeight5 ft 6 in (1.68 m) Emma Stone Age

Emma Stone was born on November 6, 1988, so she is 34 years old. Her birthday has evolved into a joyous occasion for fans and fellow actors to commemorate the accomplishments and milestones of her ever-changing career. At this young age, Stone has already achieved remarkable success and served as an inspiration to many aspiring actors all over the world. Emma Stone Height, Weight, and Physical Appearance AttributeDetailsHeight (Feet)5′ 6″Height (Meters)1.68 mWeight (Pounds)Approximately 115 lbsWeight (Kilograms)Approximately 52 kgBody TypeSlimHair ColorNaturally blonde but often dyed redEye ColorGreenSkin ToneFairFacial FeaturesOval-shaped face with high cheekbonesDistinctive FeatureUnique voice due to baby colicHair LengthTypically medium to longHairstyleFrequently styled in loose waves or elegant updosSmileWide, charismatic, and often highlighted in public appearancesTeethStraight and well-alignedNoseDelicate and slightly upturnedLipsFull and naturally pinkEyebrow ShapeNaturally arched and well-definedFoot Size (US)Size 8Shoe PreferenceOften spotted in high heels for eventsDress Size (US)Size 2Waist MeasurementApproximately 24 inchesHip MeasurementApproximately 35 inchesBust MeasurementApproximately 34 inchesBody ProportionsWell-balanced and proportionateFitness RoutineYoga, pilates, and strength trainingDiet PreferenceBalanced diet with a focus on healthPostureGraceful and poisedSkin Care RoutineEmphasis on hydration and sunscreenMakeup StyleMinimalist with occasional bold lipstickTattoosSmall tattoo of bird feet on her wrist, inspired by Blackbird

Emma Stone Early Life and Education

Emma Stone was born in Scottsdale, Arizona, on November 6, 1988. She is the daughter of Jeffrey Charles Stone, the owner and CEO of a general contracting company, and Krista Jean Stone, a homemaker. Spencer Stone, her younger brother, exists. Stone attended Sequoya Elementary School and Cocopah Middle School before two years of homeschooling. She later enrolled in Xavier College Preparatory, a Catholic high school, but left after one semester to pursue her acting career. Stone is of European origin, with Swedish, German, English, Scottish, and Irish ancestors. She follows the Christian faith. Emma Personal Life

Emma Stone is married to writer and filmmaker Dave McCary. The couple met in December 2016 while Stone was hosting Saturday Night Live, began dating in October 2017, and got engaged in December 2019. They secretly married in September 2020, and their daughter, Louise Jean McCary, was born in March 2021. In addition to family life, the couple founded the production company Fruit Tree in 2020. Emma Stone Family Stone was born on November 6, 1988, in Scottsdale, Arizona, to housewife Krista Jean Stone and general contractor Jeffrey Charles Stone, the company's founder and CEO. She lived on the Camelback Inn resort grounds from the ages of twelve to fifteen. Spencer, her younger brother. Her paternal grandfather, Conrad Ostberg Sten, anglicized the surname "Stone" from a Swedish family. She is also descended from Scots, Irish, English, and Germans. Emma Stone FatherJeff StoneEmma Stone MotherKrista StoneEmma Stone BrotherSpencer StoneEmma Stone SisterN/AEmma Stone Marital StatusMarriedEmma Stone HusbandDave McCary Emma Stone Philanthropic and Advocacy Emma is also known for her charitable efforts and support for important causes. She has been a strong advocate for a variety of causes, including mental health awareness, women's rights, and cancer research. Her own struggles with anxiety have inspired her to raise awareness about mental health. She has worked with organizations such as the Child Mind Institute to reduce stigma surrounding mental illness. Emma has also worked on gender equality campaigns in Hollywood, advocating for equal pay and more opportunities for women in the film industry. She has used her platform to raise awareness about sexual harassment and to support the Time's Up movement, which works to combat sexual harassment and discrimination in the workplace. Hobbies

- Emma Stone's off-screen life is just as colorful as her on-screen performances, with hobbies that reflect her multifaceted personality. - Stone, a well-known baker, finds solace and joy in creating culinary delights, which she frequently shares with family and friends. - She also enjoys reading and is well-versed in various genres of literature. - This love of storytelling goes beyond her acting career and reflects her inquisitive and reflective personality. - Stone also enjoys outdoor activities and finds peace and rejuvenation in nature, which helps to balance her hectic life in the spotlight. Emma Stone Facts About - Emma birthdate is November 6, 1988. - She fell in love with performance at a young age. - Emma made her film debut in 2007 with the comedy "Superbad." - She rose to prominence after appearing in the film "Easy A" in 2010. - Emma Stone won Best Actress at the 2017 Academy Awards. - Her distinctive red hair has made her famous. - Emma Stone collaborated with renowned filmmaker Woody Allen. - She actively participates in charity projects. - Emma Stone's favorite film is 1977's "Annie Hall." - Billie Jean King, a tennis player, received intensive training. - Emma has hosted "Saturday Night Live" on numerous occasions. - She is close friends with Jennifer Lawrence, another actress. - Emma adores the "Harry Potter" books and movies. - She has provided voiceovers for animated film characters. Emma Stone Interesting Facts About - Emma Stone has a truly unique laugh. - It's so catchy that everyone laughs. - She once used a PowerPoint to persuade her parents. - The presentation was entitled "Project Hollywood." - She also loves the Spice Girls, particularly Baby Spice. - Emma cried when she met Baby Spice. - As a child, she had a cast signed by Drew Barrymore. - Drew is one of her all-time favorite actresses. - Emma's natural hair color is blonde. - Most people believe she's a natural redhead. - She participated in a spelling bee and placed second. - Emma cannot snap her fingers, no matter how hard she tries. - She played a character in the animated film "The Croods". - Emma also enjoys mimicking accents for fun. - She once adopted a dog on Christmas Eve. - That dog, Ren, is her favorite pet. - Emma became the first SNL host of the decade in 2010. - She also has a tattoo designed by Paul McCartney. - Her tattoo matches her mother's. - It represents their journey and bond.

Emma Stone Career/Profession

Emma Stone began her acting career as a child, performing in a production of The Wind in the Willows in 2000. She moved to Los Angeles as a teenager and debuted on television in 2004 with the reality show In Search of the New Partridge Family. Although the show was not picked up, she gained attention through minor television roles before moving on to feature films. Her breakthrough came in the teen comedy Superbad (2007), followed by successful films such as Zombieland (2009) and Easy A (2010), the latter of which earned her critical acclaim and her first leading role. Stone's performances in Crazy, Stupid, Love (2011) and The Help (2011) cemented her reputation as a rising star. She became better known as Gwen Stacy in The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) and its sequel (2014). Stone received Academy Award nominations for her roles in Birdman (2014) and The Favourite (2018). She won her first Oscar for Best Actress in 2016 for her role in La La Land, and she won again in 2023 for Poor Things. Emma Stone Movies List YearTitleRole2007SuperbadJules2008The RockerAmelia Stone2008The House BunnyNatalie Sandler2009Ghosts of Girlfriends PastAllison Vandermeersh2009Paper ManAbby2009ZombielandWichita / Krista2010MarmadukeMazie (Voice)2010Easy AOlive Penderghast2011Friends with BenefitsKayla2011Crazy, Stupid, LoveHannah Weaver2011The HelpEugenia “Skeeter” Phelan2012The Amazing Spider-ManGwen Stacy2013Gangster SquadGrace Faraday2013Movie 43Veronica2013The CroodsEep Crood (Voice)2014The Amazing Spider-Man 2Gwen Stacy2014Magic in the MoonlightSophie Baker2014BirdmanSam Thomson2014The InterviewHerself (Cameo)2015AlohaAllison Ng2015Irrational ManJill Pollard2016Popstar: Never Stop Never StoppingClaudia Cantrell (Uncredited cameo)2016La La LandMia Dolan2017Battle of the SexesBillie Jean King2018The FavouriteAbigail Masham2019Zombieland: Double TapWichita / Krista2020The Croods: A New AgeEep Crood (Voice)2021CruellaEstella / Cruella de Vil (Also executive producer)2022BleatWoman2023Poor ThingsBella Baxter (Also producer)2024Kinds of KindnessRita / Liz / Emily Emma Stone TV Shows Between big-budget films, AcJonah Hill and Stone starred in 2018's Maniac, a television show based on a Norwegian TV series, in which they played two finalists chosen to participate in a drug trial that resulted in some strange outcomes. Following that, Stone and Nathan Fielder served as The Curse's hosts. The Showtime series premiered in November 2023 and followed a couple who were stars of a brand-new home improvement show as they attempted to conceive. Stone accomplished a unique feat by receiving nominations for two Golden Globe Best Actress categories in the same year. Musical or comedic films, as well as drama television series. YearTitleRole2004The New Partridge FamilyLaurie Partridge2005MediumCynthia McCallister2006The Suite Life of Zack & CodyIvana Tipton (Voice)2006Malcolm in the MiddleDiane2006Lucky LouieShannon2007DriveViolet Trimble2010–2023Saturday Night LiveHerself (host) / Various characters2011Robot ChickenVarious voices201230 RockHerself2012iCarlyHeather2016Maya & MartyHerself2018ManiacAnnie Landsberg2023–2024The CurseWhitney Siegel2024Fantasm Awards and Nominations

Academy Awards - 2024: Best Actress in a Leading Role (Poor Things) - 2017: Best Actress in a Leading Role (La La Land) - 2015: Nominated for Best Actress in a Supporting Role (Birdman) British Academy Film Awards (BAFTA) - 2024: Best Actress in a Leading Role (Poor Things) - 2017: Best Actress in a Leading Role (La La Land) Golden Globe Awards

- 2024: Best Actress – Motion Picture – Musical/Comedy (Poor Things) - 2017: Best Actress – Motion Picture – Musical/Comedy (La La Land) - 2015: Nominated for Best Actress in a Supporting Role (Birdman) Screen Actors Guild Awards (SAG) - 2024: Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Leading Role (Poor Things) - 2017: Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Leading Role (La La Land) Emma acting career

Emma Stone acting career exemplifies her versatility and talent. Following her debut in "Superbad" (2007), she went on to star in critically acclaimed films such as "Easy A" (2010), for which she received a Golden Globe nomination, and "La La Land" (2016), which earned her an Academy Award for Best Actress. Her ability to effortlessly switch between genres, from comedy to drama, has cemented her place as one of Hollywood's most dynamic and respected actresses. Stone's career choices reflect her deep passion for storytelling and her relentless pursuit of challenging roles. Video Credit - Emma Stone Crazy, stupid, love, the help, and the incredible Spider-Man

Stone co-starred with Ryan Gosling in the well-received romantic comedy Crazy, Stupid, Love (2011), and then was cast as Skeeter, the aspiring author who interviews African American housemaids about their experiences working for white families in Tate Taylor's The Help, her first film role outside comedy. Stone went on to play Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker's girlfriend, in the superhero films The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) and The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014), as well as Gosling's love interest in the critically panned crime film Gangster Squad (2013). She also starred alongside Colin Firth in Woody Allen's romantic comedy Magic in the Moonlight (2014). Birdman & La La Land Stone received an Academy Award nomination for best supporting actress for her role as the emotionally unstable daughter of the lead character, Michael Keaton, in Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (2014). Director Damien Chazelle, on the other hand, was drawn to her 2014 Broadway debut as Sally Bowles in the musical Cabaret. He cast her as Mia, an aspiring actress whose bittersweet romance with jazz pianist Sebastian (Gosling) is the plotline of the film musical La La Land (2016). Stone's captivating performance earned her a BAFTA Award, a Golden Globe Award, and the Oscar for best actress in a leading role. Battle of the Sexes and The Favourite Stone appeared in the 2017 film Battle of the Sexes as tennis champion Billie Jean King in her 1973 match against Bobby Riggs (Steve Carell). She then reunited with her Superbad co-star Jonah Hill for the TV miniseries Maniac (2018), in which they played two strangers who participate in a pharmaceutical trial that promises to solve their problems. That same year, Stone and Rachel Weisz costarred in Yorgos Lanthimos' dark period romp The Favourite, in which they played cousins competing for Queen Anne's (Olivia Colman) favor. Stone's performance earned her a third Oscar nomination. She then reprised her role in Zombieland's 2019 sequel.

Emma Stone Husband/Boyfriend and Relationship Status 

Emma Stone has had an interesting romantic journey. She started dating Andrew Garfield, her Amazing Spider-Man co-star, in 2011. The couple, who were frequently seen together in public and at events, ended their relationship amicably in October 2015. Emma began dating SNL director Dave McCary in 2017, and the relationship quickly gained traction on Stone's Twitter and Instagram accounts. They became engaged in December 2019 and married in 2020, a joyous occasion widely celebrated by fans. In March 2021, the couple had their first child, a daughter named Louise Jean McCary. Stone leads a private but fulfilling family life. Her relationship with McCary exemplifies her grounded personality, despite her fame. The couple's love story, as featured on Stone Wikipedia, has inspired many people. She balances her Hollywood career with being a devoted wife and mother, exemplifying grace in both roles.

Emma Stone Net Worth

Emma Stone has a net worth of approximately $40 million as of 2024. This wealth is the result of her successful acting career, lucrative brand endorsements and production endeavors. Stone was the highest-paid actress in 2017, earning $26 million in just one year. Stone's talent and hard work have earned her critical acclaim and financial success, establishing her as one of Hollywood's most bankable stars. Her involvement in high-profile projects has continued to increase her financial portfolio, reflecting her status in the entertainment industry. Stone has German, English, Scottish, and Irish ancestry. Stone has had a passion for acting since she was four years old. She originally intended to pursue a career in sketch comedy, but later changed her focus to musical theater. Stone also studied vocals for many years. Emma is known for her role as Gwen Stacy in The Amazing Spider-Man. She made her acting debut at the age of eleven. She played Otter in the stage production of "The Wind." Net Worth in 2023$40 millionNet Worth in 2022$42 millionNet Worth in 2021$40 millionNet Worth in 2020$35 millionNet Worth in 2019$30 million Emma Stone's Sources Of Income Acting Stone became the world's highest-paid actress in 2017, joining a long list of other well-known names. She received $26 million for playing the female lead in La La Land. Her most recent film was Cruella, in which she portrayed Disney's antagonist Cruella de Vil. Read the full article

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How Stress Impacts Weight Loss and How to Manage It

Stress is an inevitable part of life, but its effects on our physical and mental health can be profound. One area where stress plays a significant role is weight loss. When we are stressed, our body goes through several hormonal and biochemical changes that can directly impact our ability to lose weight. Understanding how stress affects the body and how to manage it is key to achieving and maintaining a healthy weight.

The Link Between Stress and Weight Gain

Stress triggers the release of cortisol, a hormone that is designed to help the body respond to threats. While cortisol is essential for short-term survival, chronic stress leads to prolonged cortisol secretion, which can have negative consequences. One of the key impacts of high cortisol levels is an increase in appetite, particularly cravings for high-calorie foods. This is because cortisol stimulates the production of ghrelin, the hormone that increases hunger. As a result, people often find themselves reaching for sugary, salty, and fatty foods during stressful periods, which can lead to weight gain over time.

Additionally, stress can disrupt your sleep patterns, leading to insufficient rest. Poor sleep is another factor that can interfere with weight loss. When sleep is compromised, the body’s ability to regulate hunger and fullness signals is diminished, often leading to overeating and poor food choices.

How Stress Affects Metabolism

Beyond increasing appetite, stress can also slow down metabolism. When you're stressed, the body enters a “fight or flight” mode, which prioritizes energy for survival rather than digestion and fat burning. This can lead to an imbalance in the body’s ability to efficiently burn calories. As a result, even with a healthy diet and exercise routine, stress may hinder the body’s natural ability to shed pounds.

Strategies to Manage Stress for Effective Weight Loss

Practice Mindfulness and MeditationMindfulness and meditation are powerful tools for reducing stress and calming the mind. By focusing on the present moment, individuals can lower cortisol levels and avoid emotional eating. Meditation can also improve sleep quality, which further supports healthy weight loss.

Regular Physical ActivityExercise is one of the best ways to combat stress. Physical activity releases endorphins, the body’s natural "feel-good" hormones. Engaging in activities like yoga, walking, or strength training can significantly reduce stress levels, improve mood, and support a healthy metabolism.

Improve Sleep HygieneCreating a consistent sleep schedule is vital for weight management. Aim for at least 7-9 hours of quality sleep per night. Establishing a relaxing bedtime routine, such as reading or taking a warm bath, can help promote better sleep and reduce stress.

Healthy NutritionEating a balanced diet rich in whole foods like fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and healthy fats can help manage stress and support weight loss. Additionally, avoiding excessive caffeine and alcohol consumption can prevent the hormonal imbalances associated with stress.

Consider Professional GuidanceFor some individuals, stress and its impact on weight loss may require more specific medical interventions. For example, treatments like semaglutide in Scottsdale have been shown to support weight loss by regulating appetite and promoting fat burning. Consulting with a healthcare professional can provide personalized advice and solutions tailored to your needs.

Conclusion

Stress can significantly hinder weight loss by affecting both appetite and metabolism. However, by adopting effective stress management techniques such as mindfulness, regular exercise, and improving sleep hygiene, you can reduce the impact of stress on your weight loss journey. Remember, managing stress is just as important as diet and exercise when it comes to achieving and maintaining a healthy weight.

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Family-Friendly Adventures: Scottsdale Tours with Scottsdale Tractor

Introduction

Imagine this: sunny skies, rolling desert landscapes, and the thrill of exploring the great outdoors with your loved ones. Scottsdale, Arizona, offers all this and more, making it a top destination for family adventures. And when it comes to exploring the city and its surrounding beauty, Scottsdale Tractor tours are the perfect choice for an unforgettable experience.

Why Scottsdale is Perfect for Family Adventures

Scottsdale is a family-friendly paradise. Its warm, sunny climate means outdoor fun all year round. The area is renowned for its stunning desert landscapes, unique wildlife, and a plethora of activities catering to families of all sizes. Whether you’re looking to relax or embark on an adventure, Scottsdale has something for everyone.

What is Scottsdale Tractor?

Scottsdale Tractor is a premier tour company specializing in unique and engaging experiences across the scenic desert terrains of Scottsdale. Offering a range of tours from casual sightseeing to off-road adventures, the company is known for its family-friendly approach. With well-maintained tractors and knowledgeable guides, Scottsdale Tractor ensures every adventure is both fun and educational.

Top Family-Friendly Activities with Scottsdale Tractor

Scenic Desert Tours

Take in the breathtaking beauty of the Sonoran Desert with guided tours designed to showcase its natural wonders. These tours are perfect for families looking to relax and marvel at the surroundings without venturing too far off the beaten path.

Educational Experiences

Want to make your trip both fun and informative? Scottsdale Tractor tours offer interactive learning opportunities where families can discover fascinating facts about the desert’s unique flora, fauna, and cultural history. It’s like taking a classroom into the wild—but way cooler.

Adventure-Packed Trails

For families seeking an adrenaline rush, Scottsdale Tractor has you covered. With safe and well-planned off-road trails, you’ll experience the desert in a way that’s both exciting and family-friendly. Think of it as your mini desert safari!

Why Choose Scottsdale Tractor for Family Adventures?

Safety First

When it comes to family outings, safety is paramount. Scottsdale Tractor ensures all equipment is kid-friendly and adheres to strict safety standards. Helmets, seatbelts, and professional supervision are part of every tour.

Experienced Guides

The guides at Scottsdale Tractor are not just drivers—they’re storytellers and educators. Their knowledge and enthusiasm bring the desert to life, ensuring every family member stays engaged.

Customizable Tours

No two families are alike, and Scottsdale Tractor gets that. Their tours can be customized to suit your family’s preferences, ensuring a unique and personal experience every time.

Insider Tips for Families

Best Times to Visit

The ideal time to visit Scottsdale is during the cooler months of fall and spring. These seasons offer mild weather, making outdoor activities more enjoyable.

What to Bring

Pack essentials like sunscreen, hats, water bottles, and comfortable clothing. Don’t forget your camera to capture those magical desert moments!

Planning Ahead

Book your Scottsdale Tractor tour in advance, especially during peak seasons. Early planning ensures you get your preferred time slot and tour type.

Testimonials from Happy Families

“Our Scottsdale Tractor tour was the highlight of our trip! The kids loved the adventure, and we learned so much about the desert.” – The Johnson Family

“We’ve done many family tours, but this was by far the most memorable. The guides were fantastic, and the views were out of this world.” – The Martinez Family

Other Nearby Attractions to Explore

Scottsdale is home to several other family-friendly attractions, including the McDowell Sonoran Preserve, Butterfly Wonderland, and the OdySea Aquarium. After your tour, treat your family to delicious meals at one of Scottsdale’s top eateries.

Sustainability and Eco-Friendly Practices

Scottsdale Tractor is committed to protecting the environment. Their tours prioritize eco-friendly practices, ensuring the desert’s natural beauty is preserved for future generations. Choosing Scottsdale Tractor means supporting sustainable tourism.

Conclusion

Scottsdale Tractor tours offer the perfect blend of adventure, education, and relaxation for families. Whether you’re exploring scenic trails, learning about desert life, or enjoying quality time with loved ones, these tours promise memories that last a lifetime. Ready to embark on your family-friendly adventure? Scottsdale Tractor is waiting to take you there!

FAQs

What should I wear for a Scottsdale Tractor tour?Comfortable clothing, sturdy shoes, and sun protection (hats, sunglasses, and sunscreen) are recommended.

Are the tours suitable for toddlers?Yes, Scottsdale Tractor offers family-friendly tours that cater to young children with safety measures in place.

How do I book a Scottsdale Tractor tour?Bookings can be made online through their official website or by contacting their customer service.

Can large families be accommodated?Absolutely! Scottsdale Tractor offers customizable tours for families of all sizes.

Are there food and drink options on the tours?While some tours may provide light refreshments, it’s best to confirm during booking and bring snacks if needed.

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Experience Architectural Genius at Taliesin West: Frank Lloyd Wright's Desert Masterpiece

Perched in the serene foothills of the McDowell Mountains, Taliesin West in Scottsdale, Arizona, is more than just a building—it’s a living testament to the creative genius of Frank Lloyd Wright. This National Historic Landmark is a must-visit for architecture enthusiasts, history buffs, and anyone seeking inspiration from one of the most influential architects of the 20th century.

What Is Taliesin West?

Taliesin West served as Frank Lloyd Wright’s winter home, studio, and architectural laboratory from 1937 until his death in 1959. Built almost entirely by Wright and his apprentices, the complex reflects his deep connection to the desert landscape and his innovative use of natural materials. Today, Taliesin West is home to the Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation and is open to the public for guided tours and educational programs.

Highlights of Taliesin West

Unique Architecture Wright’s design blends

seamlessly with the surrounding desert. Using local materials like sand and stone, the structures appear as though they naturally grew out of the landscape. The angled roofs, geometric patterns, and expansive windows showcase Wright’s ability to harmonize architecture with the environment.

The Studio and Drafting Room Step inside Wright’s creative sanctuary where his ideas came to life. This space exudes the spirit of innovation and collaboration, featuring original drafting tables and tools used by Wright and his apprentices.

Wright's Living Quarters Explore the private spaces where Wright and his wife, Olgivanna, lived. The living room, dining area, and bedrooms offer insight into their lifestyle and how Wright’s principles extended into his personal life.

Theater Pavilion Designed for intimate performances and gatherings, the theater demonstrates Wright’s mastery of acoustics and space. Even today, it’s used for cultural events, lectures, and performances.

Night Tours Taliesin West takes on a magical glow during evening tours. Illuminated pathways and starlit skies provide a new perspective on Wright’s desert masterpiece.

Why Visit Taliesin West?

Inspiration from Nature: Wright’s philosophy of organic architecture is vividly displayed at Taliesin West, making it a unique learning experience for visitors.

A Glimpse into History: As a UNESCO World Heritage Site, the complex tells the story of Wright’s pioneering contributions to modern architecture.

Interactive Experiences: The guided tours are both informative and engaging, featuring knowledgeable guides who share anecdotes about Wright’s life and work.

Plan Your Visit

Location: 12621 N Frank Lloyd Wright Blvd, Scottsdale, AZ 85259

Hours: Open year-round, with varying hours depending on the season. Check the official Taliesin West website for current times and availability.

Tickets: Several tour options are available, from standard guided tours to in-depth experiences for architecture aficionados. Booking in advance is recommended.

Amenities: The site includes a gift shop featuring unique Wright-inspired merchandise and books.

Tips for Visitors

Wear comfortable shoes, as some tours involve walking on uneven surfaces.

Bring a hat, sunglasses, and water if visiting during warmer months.

Don’t forget your camera—Taliesin West offers countless photo opportunities!

Why Taliesin West Matters

Taliesin West isn’t just a museum; it’s a vibrant center for education and inspiration. It represents Wright’s belief in creating spaces that honor nature and enrich the human spirit. Visiting Taliesin West is not only a journey through architectural innovation but also a reflection on how design shapes our connection to the world.

Discover Taliesin West

Whether you're a local Arizonan or a visitor from afar, Taliesin West offers an unparalleled experience of creativity and heritage. Book your tour today and step into the mind of a true visionary.

Let Taliesin West inspire your imagination and deepen your appreciation for architecture, art, and the natural beauty of the Sonoran Desert!

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Unlock Arizona’s Best Adventures with Find American Rentals

Introduction: Are you looking to plan a holiday adventure in Arizona but tired of dealing with booking fees and hidden charges? Look no further than Find American Rentals, where you can say goodbye to booking fees and find the perfect accommodations for your vacation. In this blog post, we'll explore some exciting adventures in two of Arizona's most popular cities: Phoenix and Scottsdale.

No Booking Fees Rentals with Find American Rentals: One of the best things about booking your accommodations through Find American Rentals is the fact that you can say goodbye to booking fees. With other rental platforms, booking fees can quickly add up and eat into your vacation budget. But with Find American Rentals, you can find a wide range of rental options without the added fees. This means more money in your pocket to spend on fun activities and experiences during your holiday.

About Phoenix: Phoenix is the capital city of Arizona and is known for its sunny weather, rich history, and vibrant culture. There are plenty of exciting adventures to be had in Phoenix, from hiking in the desert to exploring world-class museums and dining at delicious restaurants. Some must-see attractions in Phoenix include the Desert Botanical Garden, Camelback Mountain, and the Heard Museum.

Exciting Phoenix Adventures: Embarking on a thrilling Phoenix adventure promises unforgettable experiences amid the dynamic beauty of the Sonoran Desert. From awe-inspiring natural landscapes to adrenaline-pumping outdoor activities, the Valley of the Sun offers a diverse range of excitement for any explorer.

Camelback Mountain Hike: Ascend the iconic Camelback Mountain for panoramic views of the vast desert and the sprawling city skyline. The steep, challenging trail rewards climbers with breathtaking scenery at the summit.

Desert Botanical Garden: Wander through the Desert Botanical Garden to discover the region's unique flora. Majestic cacti, colorful succulents, and desert blooms create an oasis of serenity and intrigue.

Hot Air Balloon Ride: Drift high above the desert in a hot air balloon at sunrise. The gentle ascent provides mesmerizing vistas of the rugged terrain, capturing the essence of Arizona’s untouched wilderness.

Off-Road Jeep Tour: For an exhilarating off-road experience, hop into a 4x4 Jeep and explore the remote corners of the desert. Expert guides lead you through rocky paths, revealing hidden canyons, ancient petroglyphs, and diverse wildlife along the way.

Tempe Town Lake Kayaking: Paddle through the scenic waters of Tempe Town Lake, where modern city life meets desert tranquility. It's a relaxing way to soak up the Arizona sun while surrounded by natural beauty.

Musical Instrument Museum: For a cultural escape, visit the world-renowned Musical Instrument Museum. Dive into interactive exhibits featuring instruments from around the globe and experience live performances that celebrate musical diversity.

Stargazing at Lost Dutchman State Park: Escape the city lights and gaze up at the night sky in Lost Dutchman State Park. With minimal light pollution, the park offers crystal-clear views of constellations, planets, and shooting stars.

Golfing Paradise: Phoenix is a golfer’s dream, boasting world-class courses set against stunning desert backdrops. Whether, a seasoned player or a beginner, hitting the greens offers relaxation paired with a touch of competitive spirit.

From conquering rugged mountains to uncovering hidden gems in the desert, Phoenix is a gateway to excitement for adventurers seeking both thrill and tranquility.

Phoenix Luxury Accommodations: For opulent accommodations in Phoenix, Find American Rentals offers an array of luxurious stays direct by the owner with no hidden fees. Discover elegant vacation homes and high-end villas, blending modern design with desert serenity. Phoenix Vacation Rentals by Owner boast lavish amenities such as private pools, spa-like bathrooms, gourmet kitchens, and panoramic views of the stunning Arizona landscape. Whether nestled in exclusive neighborhoods or perched near scenic trails, these rentals provide an exquisite retreat for discerning travelers. Find American Rentals ensures comfort, style, and privacy, elevating your Phoenix experience to an extraordinary level.

About Scottsdale: Just a short drive from Phoenix, Scottsdale is a charming city known for its luxury resorts, art galleries, and upscale shopping. With its beautiful desert scenery and vibrant arts scene, Scottsdale is a popular destination for travelers looking for a mix of relaxation and culture. Some top attractions in Scottsdale include Old Town Scottsdale, Taliesin West, and the Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art.

Scottsdale Fun Activities: Scottsdale offers a vibrant blend of adventure, culture, and relaxation, making it an ideal playground for those seeking memorable activities. Whether you’re into outdoor escapades, artistic exploration, or luxurious indulgence, this desert city has it all.

Old Town Scottsdale Exploration: Immerse yourself in the heart of the city by strolling through Old Town Scottsdale. The historic streets are filled with charming boutiques, art galleries, and Western-themed shops. It’s a perfect spot to pick up unique souvenirs or enjoy Southwestern-inspired cuisine.

Scottsdale Art Walk: Every Thursday night, Scottsdale hosts its famous Art Walk. Wander through a collection of contemporary galleries featuring works by local and international artists. The vibrant art scene in the Arts District is an inspiring cultural journey.

McDowell Sonoran Preserve Hiking: Adventure seekers can explore the stunning trails of McDowell Sonoran Preserve. With over 225 miles of scenic paths, hikers and mountain bikers are treated to breathtaking views of the desert landscape, towering saguaros, and wildlife.

Spa Day at A Luxury Resort: Scottsdale is known for its world-class resorts, offering luxurious spa experiences. Spend the day indulging in rejuvenating treatments, soaking in mineral pools, or enjoying a massage amid the tranquil desert surroundings.

Frank Lloyd Wright’s Taliesin West: Architecture enthusiasts will love touring Taliesin West, the winter home and studio of legendary architect Frank Lloyd Wright. The stunning desert architecture, designed to blend seamlessly with the natural surroundings, offers fascinating insight into his visionary work.

Horseback Riding at Pinnacle Peak: Take in the beauty of the Sonoran Desert on horseback. Guided horseback rides through Pinnacle Peak provide a peaceful, scenic way to connect with nature and experience the desert in an authentic, Western style.

Desert Off-Road ATV Tour: For an adrenaline rush, embark on an ATV adventure through the rugged desert terrain. Ride over rocky trails, navigate sandy washes, and explore the hidden corners of Scottsdale’s wild landscape.

Butterfly Wonderland: Step into Butterfly Wonderland, one of the largest butterfly conservatories in the U.S. This indoor rainforest is home to thousands of fluttering butterflies, as well as interactive exhibits on rainforests, insects, and other wonders of the natural world.

Golf at Troon North: Scottsdale is synonymous with golf, and Troon North Golf Club is among the best in the region. Enjoy a day on the greens with spectacular desert vistas, expertly designed courses, and a challenge for golfers of all skill levels.

Whether you’re seeking artistic inspiration, outdoor excitement, or moments of pure relaxation, Scottsdale’s diverse activities ensure there’s never a dull moment in this vibrant desert city.

Fully-Furnished Scottsdale Vacation Rentals: No commission fees or service fees with Find American Rentals, find fully-furnished vacation rentals in Scottsdale direct by the owner that offer comfort and style without the extra cost. These premium Scottsdale Vacation Rentals by Owner, comes equipped with modern amenities, including gourmet kitchens, spacious living areas, and private patios, providing a home-away-from-home experience. Find American Rentals’s fee-free booking guarantees more value, whether you're staying near Old Town or surrounded by stunning desert landscapes. Enjoy luxurious Scottsdale stays without the hassle of added fees, making your getaway even more rewarding.

Conclusion: Arizona offers a mix of thrilling adventures, cultural experiences, and relaxation. Whether you're exploring the vibrant energy of Phoenix or the artistic charm of Scottsdale, there’s something for every traveler. Find American Rentals enhances your vacation by eliminating booking fees, allowing you to enjoy luxury accommodations without the extra cost. With their diverse range of rentals and commitment to fee-free booking, you can focus on making unforgettable memories in the breathtaking landscapes of Arizona, without worrying about hidden expenses. We wish you a cheerful holiday!

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Why Limo Luxury Ride is Scottsdale’s Top Choice for Premium Limousine Services

When it comes to luxury transportation, Scottsdale, AZ, is home to a wide range of options, but one name stands above the rest—Limo Luxury Ride. Whether you’re planning a special event, need a reliable airport transfer, or simply want to elevate your night out with friends, Limo Luxury Ride provides the perfect blend of elegance, comfort, and reliability.

In this blog post, we’ll explore why Limo Luxury Ride has earned its reputation as the top choice for limousine services in Scottsdale and how they make every ride an unforgettable experience.

1. A Fleet of Impeccable Luxury Vehicles

At Limo Luxury Ride, we believe that luxury transportation begins with the vehicle. Our fleet of pristine limousines and luxury cars is carefully maintained to ensure they meet the highest standards. Whether you’re looking for a classic stretch limo for your wedding or a sleek sedan for a business meeting, we have a wide range of options to fit any occasion.

Our vehicles are equipped with the latest amenities, including plush leather seating, state-of-the-art sound systems, ambient lighting, and more. No matter the destination, you’ll arrive in comfort and style.

2. Professional and Courteous Chauffeurs

A luxury ride is about more than just the vehicle—it’s also about the service. Limo Luxury Ride is proud to employ a team of highly trained and professional chauffeurs. Each chauffeur is not only skilled behind the wheel but also trained to provide top-notch customer service.

Whether it’s helping with luggage, making sure your ride is perfectly smooth, or ensuring timely arrivals, our chauffeurs are committed to exceeding your expectations. Punctuality, safety, and courtesy are our top priorities, ensuring that your experience is as seamless as it is luxurious.

3. Perfect for Any Occasion

Limo Luxury Ride offers transportation solutions for a wide variety of events. Some of the most popular services include:

Weddings: Your wedding day is one of the most important days of your life, and it deserves the perfect transportation. Our elegant limousines ensure a stylish arrival for the bride, groom, and wedding party.

Airport Transfers: Don’t let the hassle of travel ruin your day. We offer prompt and reliable airport transfer services to and from Scottsdale's major airports, ensuring you travel with ease and comfort.

Corporate Events: Impress clients or reward employees with a luxury ride to corporate meetings or events. Our professional chauffeurs ensure you arrive on time and in style.

Night Outs: Planning a night out with friends? Let us take care of the transportation, so you can focus on having a great time. Whether it's a birthday celebration, anniversary, or just a night to enjoy the Scottsdale nightlife, we’ll make sure you do it in style.

Special Occasions: From proms to graduations and everything in between, Limo Luxury Ride makes your special occasion even more memorable.

4. Unmatched Convenience and Flexibility

We understand that every client has different needs, which is why Limo Luxury Ride offers flexible scheduling and customizable transportation solutions. Whether you need a quick airport transfer or full-day service for a corporate event, we will work with you to create the perfect transportation plan.

Booking with Limo Luxury Ride is easy and hassle-free. Our customer service team is available to answer any questions, help you choose the best vehicle, and ensure your ride is scheduled exactly as you need it.

5. Commitment to Safety

Safety is at the core of everything we do at Limo Luxury Ride. All of our chauffeurs are fully licensed, insured, and regularly trained to maintain the highest safety standards. Additionally, our vehicles undergo rigorous maintenance and inspections to ensure they are in optimal condition.

You can trust Limo Luxury Ride to provide not only a luxurious experience but also a safe and secure one. Whether you're traveling alone or with a group, we take every precaution to ensure you arrive at your destination safely.

6. Affordable Luxury

While luxury transportation may sound expensive, Limo Luxury Ride is committed to providing competitive pricing without compromising on quality. We offer transparent pricing with no hidden fees, so you can enjoy your ride with peace of mind. Whether you’re booking a limo for a special occasion or need a quick transfer to the airport, we provide exceptional value for every ride.

7. Unparalleled Customer Satisfaction

At Limo Luxury Ride, customer satisfaction is our top priority. We are proud of the countless positive reviews from clients who have trusted us with their transportation needs. From the initial booking process to the moment you arrive at your destination, we strive to provide an experience that exceeds your expectations. Our commitment to excellence has made us the leading limousine service provider in Scottsdale, AZ.

Conclusion

When it comes to luxury transportation in Scottsdale, AZ, Limo Luxury Ride is the clear choice. From our elegant fleet of vehicles to our professional chauffeurs and commitment to safety, we go above and beyond to ensure that every ride is a luxurious experience. Whether you need transportation for a wedding, corporate event, or just a special night out, Limo Luxury Ride will provide the highest level of service.

Book your ride today and experience the luxury, comfort, and convenience of Limo Luxury Ride. Call us at (602) 775-7056 to schedule your next journey and discover why we’re Scottsdale’s top choice for premium limousine services!

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The fact that a guy named Steven sold our house for a surprising $83,500—just shy of our asking price of $85,000—only two weeks after it hit the market raised a red flag in my mind and sent my bad vibes crawling. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong, as if a higher power knew we’d need every penny we could get.

Steven was one of the biggest con artists we’d ever encountered, alongside Dan, the well driller, and Gravity, the general contractor. They were all part of an elaborate scam, with the well driller being the worst offender. He deliberately underestimated the necessary depth of our well to extract more money later, but we refused to pay beyond our initial agreement. Instead, we ended up spending three months in hotels while they botched multiple aspects of the project. To help stay on days, I took Melatonin, which I managed for an incredible six months.

The first month was spent at the Siesta Suites in Scottsdale. The place was typical of Arizona apartments—noisy, with thin walls and constant activity, whether it was landscaping, painting, or repairs.

Despite the chaos, we found some enjoyment along the way. We shopped for new items for the house, and even though it was hectic, I relished the process, even as I regained all the weight I had lost after quitting smoking and jumped back up to 125 pounds. With the circumstances being what they were, watching my weight wasn’t a priority.

Dennis, a coworker of Tom’s, seemed like a lifeline when he loaned us his thirty-year-old, twenty-seven-foot trailer on October 17th, 1999. While it was far from glamorous, it was better than a hotel room. Still, we had to visit hotels every other day for showers. Siphoning water into the tank was a hassle, and the near-pressureless showers were less than ideal. Keeping the propane tanks filled was a struggle, too; while the days were warm, nights were frigid. As a result, we became regulars at the Fairfield Inn, where I often chatted with Teresa at the front desk while grabbing coffee and snacks.

Tom and Dennis agreed on $400 a month for the trailer, but by the time we were finished with the trailer, we owed him $1,000. Dennis had initially seemed generous, so Tom didn’t anticipate he’d demand the full amount upon retrieval of the trailer to buy some sporting equipment he wanted. Instead of helping us, Dennis exploited our situation, seeing it as a way to make money.

After Tom switched from nights to days at the bank, we finally moved into our new home, which I proudly named Desert Winds Ranch, just a few days after New Year’s 2000. It was a welcome change from the noise of our previous life, with the nearest neighbor over 400 feet away. Occasionally, we’d hear distant music, but it was nothing compared to when we were in Phoenix. Plus there were some sonic booms and gunshots during hunting season, alongside the distant barking of dogs.

Our house featured a living room, a den, a dining area, and four bedrooms, including a small retreat off the master suite with a spacious bathroom and a garden tub separate from the shower stall. Though the model showcased two sinks, I opted for one sink and extra cabinets instead. The closet was large enough to fit two twin beds.

The kitchen had a skylight, a dishwasher, a garbage disposal, and an oven with a digital temperature display that beeped when preheated. It was self-cleaning too, something I’d never had before until then. However, the refrigerator’s ice maker remained unused, as our well water tasted surprisingly salty.

A few things were done poorly that bothered me, like the absence of an evaporative cooler. Installing one would have required additional money and awkward ductwork along the vaulted ceiling. The wallboards were also sloppily done, with noticeable seams that could have benefited from tape and texture, but that was more costly too.

The denim blue carpet turned out darker than I had expected, and the tulip design I chose for the kitchen and bathroom wallboards wasn’t as appealing as it seemed at first. Still, denim blue was better than brown, and the tulips weren’t ugly.

The best part was that the house was custom-made to our specifications, aside from the basic model. No one else had lived there before. While I didn’t have many options, I chose whitewash for the kitchen and bathroom cabinets and white linoleum for the kitchen floor. Unfortunately, there was an ugly red stain in the spot where they marked the vent. I opted for blue exterior paint with white trim, my first choice from the available options. The smooth countertops were a welcome change from the drab ceramic tiles we had in Phoenix.

For years, I had used my grandparents’ furniture and my parents’ silverware and plates, which was fine at first, but finally, we had our own items—things we had selected ourselves.

It was hard to believe that less than a decade ago, I worried about where my next meal would come from. Now, my biggest decisions revolved around color schemes and decor. For a while, it would be that way, anyway.

The view was breathtaking. Gone were the sounds of shouting, honking horns, and blaring sirens—now, the dominant soundtrack was nature itself. Mountains loomed in the distance in every direction, and in one direction, you could see at least forty or fifty miles away. At night, the distant lights of Casa Grande twinkled like stars on the horizon. It was hard to believe that barely a decade ago, my view consisted of run-down, graffiti-covered buildings. I had come a long way from that filth, poverty, and ugliness.

But the land wasn’t without its imperfections. At some point, someone had gutted a trailer on our property, leaving all kinds of junk behind. People also had the habit of tossing trash they didn’t burn, and the desert winds would blow old shopping bags and other garbage onto our land.

Dogs were another issue. With no leash laws and many in Arizona unwilling to keep their dogs indoors, our land became a free-for-all for the town’s roaming pets, even a few horses and a llama!

While the neighbors weren’t problematic, they could be nosy. I was surprised, considering this was a place people moved to for solitude. George, the elderly man who owned the ten acres behind us, made it a point to introduce himself. He informed us that he’d split his property into five two-acre lots and planned to build rentals on the two that remained empty—a plan we weren’t thrilled about. We suspected he hoped we’d offer to share our well, but we never did. Later, his workers brazenly ignored our “no trespassing” sign, strolling onto our property when they saw our well-being worked on, eager to know all about it and slow things down even more.

Our nearest neighbors were a Mexican family—consisting of a woman in her forties, her daughter, the daughter’s husband, and their five-year-old son. They came by to meet us and to ask if we owned the loose dogs that had killed their chickens.

Dan, who lived diagonally from us, could be obnoxious at times, revving engines for hours or blasting music. He moved a year later, but not before stopping by when he saw Gravity and his tractor—hoping to hire some tractor work for himself.

It seemed the more I tried to escape people, the more they intruded. They were on the phone, in the mail, at the door. I half-expected to open the fridge and find someone in there, too!

Maricopa, split by the Ak-Chin Indian reservation, was a farming community with privately owned lots with manufactured homes. Few houses were built on-site, and the range of residents was broad. It wasn’t unusual to see a well-kept home next to a dilapidated dump strewn with trash.

The only downside to the fresh country air was the occasional whiff of horse manure, though that depended on which way the wind blew. Maricopa had rules—one house per acre, one large animal per acre, and no home closer than twenty-five feet from the property line.

In spring, beekeepers often worked on the farms nearby, and swarms of bees would gather in the trees, including those on our land. The incessant buzzing was something straight out of a horror movie and rather unnerving.

It was convenient living just fifteen minutes from the reservation casinos, but financial problems soon resurfaced, limiting how often we could go.

Maricopa’s town center didn’t offer much back in 2000: a Circle K, a Dairy Queen, a feed and grain store, a junkyard, a manufactured home dealer, a church, a school, a funeral home, and police and fire substations. Even the small town I grew up in back East had more. Maricopa didn’t even have a bank, though it did have a small post office, where we rented a P.O. box after transferring our mail from Tempe, as there were no delivery services where we lived. Today, it’s quite a bustling town.

Being outside the Valley of the Sun, Maricopa had more extreme weather. Summers were hotter, and winters were colder, with highs and lows fluctuating greatly—a 70º day could plummet to 35º by morning.

Tom and I settled into our new home, and life was good. We set up our new furniture, and I had fun decorating. We talked about future plans—a pool, an Arizona room, porches, sheds, barns, horses, fences. I had achieved all my major goals and no longer craved the ones I hadn’t.

We bought a home gym, and I started to tone up and lose weight, getting back down to around 105 pounds.

The only sad event after moving in was losing Scuttles, my favorite rat at the time. The dark brown rat died suddenly, just five months after we brought him home. Vanilla Belly had passed while we were still living in the trailer, leaving us with Ratsy and Bear. I despised Bear; he was a mean, half-blind tan rat. He died around the time we got Houdini, a light brown rat named for his escape artist antics. He’d often hide behind boxes in the master closet. Houdini eventually nestled into my heart even more than Scuttles had.

Yes, life was good. We had a beautiful house, and it was finally quiet. But as predicted, things did break and leak more than they should have.

Little did we know that while we had left the noise behind, something else followed us. Something filled with a hatred far beyond our understanding, and one day, after finding myself bored with nothing left to do, there was a knock on the door.

Suddenly, I wasn’t the least bit bored.