#tyson + deanie.

[tyreynolds]

closed for: @deaniewagner

where: subway station platform

Taking the subway was the furthest thing from his preferred method of transportation but there were times when it was the fastest and if he was late for another lunch with his father he knew he would be hearing about it for weeks to come.

( 'Everett's a doctor and still manages to find the time to respect a reservation and mine'. )

His natural irritation at the volume of bodies shuffling towards the subway car is sidetracked by something akin to an inkling. An inexplicable something that made him halt and turn his head rather than continue forward, catching sight of dark-haired girl exiting one car over, standing out from the rest of the commuters around her without having to try to.

Deanie Wagner was no ghost, but seeing her so unexpectedly hit Tyson square in the chest like it might if he was staring at one and it's enough to render him cold all over in a way that has nothing to do with the New York winter.

[tysonchapmans]

FULL NAME: Tyson Chapman.

GENDER: Cis man.

PRONOUNS: He/Him.

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 30 + August 2nd.

LENGTH OF TIME IN FAIRFORD: His whole life.

HOUSING: Downtown.

OCCUPATION: Bartender at Poshed and Sloshed.

QUICK OVERVIEW.

Rounding out the Chapman family should have ensured an easy path to success for Tyson, with outwardly excellent examples for how to be a well-adjusted upstanding contributor to society on clear display from his parents who ensured that he was always surrounded by stability. 

That wasn’t the case.

The start of his life was peaceful, a mama's boy from his first breath, right up until her last when he was five years old. He didn't have the faculties to understand how an aneurysm could take her from him in her sleep, or why, all he knew was he was left behind in a home with two people who never showed him they were happy to see him.

Grief didn't managed to band the two Chapman boys together, rather it paved the way for what would be a slow descent into a lifelong shared disdain. The arrival of a step-mother and step-sister to the family home in the year following his mother's passing added further strain. Tyson didn't know how to process such drastic life changes in such quick succession.

Growing up in the long shadow cast by his older brother Everett had fostered a cold boy who grew into a callous man. There was a time when he had once idolised his older brother, wanting to be like him in every sense of the word until that affection had splintered into a venomous affliction due to emotional neglect. 

Instead of wanting to be like him, he coveted what he had, from his professional success to the adoration earned from his father. After dropping out of university in his second year of studying business and economics, it was clear to Tyson that his career path would be checkered and chaotic rather than linear and well curated like his father had always intended for him.

The man's disappointment has been easy to ignore, ever since he found himself a new home in a prison cell for embezzlement and money laundering just after Tyson's eighteenth birthday.

Unable to truly get a handle on what it was he wants to do with his life, he prefers to focus his excess energy on something else that holds his interest -- his childhood best friend and Everett's fiancee, Deanie.

PERSONALITY.

+ carefree, spontaneous, laid back.

- envious, vengeful, petty. 

BONUS ROUND.

tyson is bisexual, he came out when he was 16. 

while currently he has a regular position as a bartender at poshed and sloshed, he picks up shifts here and there at various bars as needed, as well as odd jobs depending on what bills he has about to fall due. it’s a temporary arrangement while he figures things out. 

he’s been figuring things out since his early twenties. 

had a complete mcfucking meltdown when he turned 30.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

everett chapman: older brother, permanent one-sided rival. ty’s villain origin story, basically. 

@gemchap: step-sister who turned out to be his actual biological sister. not complicated at all.

@deaniewagner: long-time crush, former best friend, current wife-to-be of his older brother.

@fionaosman: the 51 to his 50.

@rcnanwagner: friend / sort of looks up to him but would rather die than admit that.

@thaddcarter: roomie roomie.

@phoebebaker: fwb.

@tcriacosta: childhood homies to adults w weird hobby adventures pipeline.

@yunxminho: gym buddies.

@ljjames: partners in crime/bad influence on.

@nguerrero: former co-worker, vibey.

@eloisechapmcn: cousin thats more like a sister. #worstchapmans

@ashaisabelle: poshed and sloshed regular.

@aylinerdogan: current boss. 🫡

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

current/former co-workers: as i said above, he sort of rotates around various bars and has probably worked in a number of restaurants in the passed for varying lengths of stints. 

a best friend.

barfly regulars who tell him the innermost details of their life/psyche when they get a little too merry.

terrible influence.

good influence.

someone who lost money through his dad's swindling.

childhood friends.

rivals/enemies/someone who just doesn't fuck with him.

exes of varying levels of seriousness.

fwb, hook-ups, tinder matches etc.

owners of establishments who've fired him for being the woOoOooOOrst

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / someone who checks him on his shit (of which there’s plenty of recourse for rip) / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommates / folks who’ve let him couch surf.

romantic.

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his twenties. 

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / former co-workers (but combative.. u know) / people he’s fucked over in the past or has fucked him over. 

[tysonchapmans]

"Wasn't that just an urban legend?" Tyson challenged, he had heard tale of something similar while stood behind the bar, but the who and the how had never been specific enough for him to not assume that it was a game of Telephone gone awry.

"Fucking hysterical if true."

He glances to where Deanie was on his right, managing to forget momentarily that she would be a Chapman soon through marriage. Worse still, through marriage to his brother.

"Corkscrew, that thing is the shit. Never feel closer to death than that slow ascent up that rickety rail." The screams were his favorite, most of them ended up being close to bloodcurdling. "Couldn't forget it, was a good night."

From what of it he could remember. At seventeen, with his father's arrest and looming trial, Tyson had no qualms about getting into Harlan's hard liquor and distributing it among his friends.

"You having fun with all this?" He asks, head nodding to the general goings on around them.

"Well, it used to be the bumper cars -- but then they had that freak electrical fire last year where that girl got stuck and I think that's just kinda ruined them for me by association," Deanie explains as she walks along, doing battle with the quickly disintigrating paper straw that had come with her lemonade.

"I remember really liking that wooden roller coaster they have -- Corkscrew? Screwball? God, I haven't been there in years -- not since my Sweet Sixteen birthday party, you remember that?"

[sinsoakedsaints]

━━  👽┊PROBLEMS – 44PHANTOM.

oh, god, i ain’t nothin’ to see / my eyes red, feel dead, i ain’t slept in a week / and i’m too tired to deal with all your shit / and it’s okay if you can’t stay / i gotta couple things i should probably do anyway / but i can’t seem to get you out of my head / but you got me under both your nails, wrapped around your finger / do you still think after all i said, it doesn’t mean / we got problems? / but you know i still got my options / and i want to tell you i’m good so bad / that i’m ignoring my conscious / all you wanted was a promise / but some things never get made / so go on, tell me i’m trash like that / yeah, i don’t wanna be saved.

[holylulusworld]

Dancing in the moonlight

Summary: Dean has it all. The looks. The money. He’s the most popular guy on campus. You are all he’s not. Shy. Nerdy. A loner. One day a pair of green eyes land on you and your life changes…

Pairing: Student!Dean x Student!Reader, Student!Sam x Student!Reader (platonic/best friends), Student!Sam x Jess, Meg x Jimmy Novak, Cassie Robinson, Lisa Braeden, Tyson Brady

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, bitchy college girls, bullying, the reader is nerdy and smart, protective Dean, comforting, fluff, mentions of violence, talk about sex/oral sex, virgin reader/Dean, Dean is a virgin and not afraid to admit

A/N: Sequel to: Water under the bridge

Around four months later…

“Gosh…Sweetheart. That’s… fuck me. I can’t hold it any longer. Am I even doing this right?” Snickering you correct Dean’s position, but he won’t stop cursing.

While Sam and Jess followed your orders for the next yoga position without any problem Dean looks like he’s going to die or something.

“You look awesome in those shorts…” While Dean falls onto the mat, cursing under his breath, Sam laughs about his brother’s clumsiness. 

“Shut up, bitch! That’s more complicated than it looks. I never did this before…” Grumbling Dean tries to get up, but his left thigh starts to cramp and he whines, calling for your help.

“Dean, relax.” Gently massaging Dean’s thigh, you give him a dirty look when he groans every time you get too close to his crotch. “Forget it. Do not relax that much!”

“Sweetheart…” Dean’s eyes meet yours and you sigh heavily. “You’re the perfect masseur.”

“I know, Baby now let me take care of you.” Jess nudges Sam’s side as you press your lips to Dean's forehead. “Does it still hurt?”

Dean hums silently, only wanting your attention, so he lies to feel your hands on his body and your lips pressing soft kisses to his face. 

“I think Dean should train more before he tries another yoga session with us.” Sam snickers and you give your friend a dirty look. 

Defending your boyfriend, you gently rub his thigh.  “He never did this before, Sam. Go easy on my Deanie Beanie…” Now Sam starts laughing and his brother calls him bitch once again. “Do not make fun of my pet name for Dean. He loves it…”

“I can imagine he loves it…” Giggling Jess looks at Dean who gives her a dirty grin. “You do?”

“My girl can call me anything she wants to. Now, how about we stop training and get to the relaxing on the couch part?” His best puppy dogs’ eyes focused on you Dean pleads for mercy. “Please…”

“I will order a pizza; Sam can get the cold beer out of the fridge and you can take care of your injured boyfriend.” Jess orders as you help Dean to get up. 

“Sweetheart, you are such a good girlfriend. You are one in a million.” Swooning Dean limps toward the bedroom you share for two months. 

Sam, Jess and you found a nice house four months ago and Dean suggested moving in together. You agreed that you will share a room two months ago.

You spend your nights with cuddling and making-out but so far, you didn’t take the last step. It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with Dean, but your doubts won’t let you relax enough so far.

“I can run you a warm shower and rub some ointment onto your thigh, Dean.” While Dean sits onto your shared bed he watches you prepare everything to make him feel better.

“Can I tell you something, Y/N?” Poking your head out of the bathroom you nod, smirking as Dean knits his brows together. “I…I was thinking about eating you out…”

“Dude!” Flustered you run toward the door to close it. “You can’t drop such a bomb!”

“I mean we fingered, and you gave me a handjob. I want to make you feel good, Sweetheart.” Dean eyes you up and down, lazily licking his lips as you bite your finger.

“Uh—wait…when?”

“This weekend Sam and Jess are away, and I thought I can go down on you and give it to you good.” Still unsure you step closer to sit onto the bed next to Dean.

“Dean what if I’d like to have sex with you?” Dean’s eyes widen and you can see his cheeks heat up, just like his ears.

You love that the tough guy your boyfriend is still can be embarrassed like a schoolgirl.

“Sex, like…sex…sex?” Dumbfounded Dean bites his lower lip, not knowing if he’s prepared to finally take the last step. “What if I am bad? God…what if I hurt you?”

Crawling onto Dean’s lap you press your lips to his temple. His hands cup your face and press your lips softly to his. 

“I know you would never hurt me. How about we do this ‘eating me’ out thing this weekend and talk about what you like, and I want to try before we take the next step.” Nodding Dean pecks your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Love you, Y/N.” 

“Gosh, maybe I love you too, Winchester.” Rolling you over to land on top of you Dean starts tickling your sides and you laugh, fighting his hands. “Okay…okay…I love you too…”

“Damn right, Sweetheart. Now let me have this shower to relax my thigh and we can watch the movie you wanted to see.”

“Dean, it was you wanting to see Titanic, not me! Do not lie.” Grinning cheekily Dean give you a disapproving look.

“Fine. If anyone asks it was my idea. You’re such a softie.”

“HEY! I still want to know why she didn’t change position. She let him freeze his ass off, selfish girl.” Humming you pat Dean’s cheek as he keeps on talking about the most annoying movie you ever saw.

“Baby, he wanted to save her.”

“Yeah…but why not saving the guy too? I wanted a happy ending and that was just crap! Marrying someone else and dying to meet him again…Idiots…”

“Aw…” Peppering kisses all over Dean’s face you enjoy he chuckles as you ruffle his hair. “You’re such a sap, Dean Winchester. Now up and have a shower, Mr. Softie and we can watch the movie…”

“You can bet your cute ass on that. Make a sad face if Sam wants to watch something else. He can’t say no if Jess or you do so…” Pecking your lips Dean snickers before he leaves the bed to run toward the showers.

“Did you fake you are injured?” One shrug later Dean enters the showers and you fall onto the bed, groaning. “Little cheater…”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” 

While Dean lies on the couch to shelter his ‘injured’ thigh you lie on his chest, not interested in watching Titanic.

Sam made fun of you and Jess for wanting to watch the movie – Dean defended your choice. The little shit grins widely as he exclaims Jack could be alive if Rose would’ve been more like you.

“Aw…Sam. Dean is such a sap sometimes.” Jess swoons while you roll your eyes. “I bet Dean and Y/N would’ve saved each other.”

“Only if he doesn’t have to share his pie. You should see him hog the last slice. I have to fight dirty if I want to get a tiny piece…” Snickering you nudge Dean’s side while he’s engrossed in watching the last scenes of the movie.

“I always share.” Grumbling Dean looks at you, a dark look on his face. “I gave you my last chocolate bar last week.”

“It was a tiny piece and you had it in your mouth before I had the chance to eat it!” Bickering about pie, chocolate, and pizza you barely realize the movie is over. 

“That’s it, guys. You are officially the perfect couple.” Sam smirks as you throw a pillow at him. “You feed each other with food. It’s disturbing sometimes!”

“Love is not disturbing, Sammy.” Pursing his lips Dean gives his brother a wink. “Rather cute and adorable if it comes to my girl. She loves to hide sweets under her bed…”

“It was you stealing my sweets?” Grabbing Dean’s ear, you narrow your eyes. “I accused Jess! Dean Winchester!”

“I thought you would share with the man you love.” Shrugging Dean smiles as you pat his chest. 

“This means the last piece of pie is mine, Winchester.” Whining Dean looks at the fridge. “No discussion.”

“My girl gets the pie,” Dean grumbles but he gives in to make you happy.

“Maybe I’ll offer you a small bite.”

“As I said, disturbingly cute…”

Walking through the hallway with Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist still feels odd sometimes. He still is popular, but for over four months he refuses to talk to his old clique.

Dean cut ties with all of them after what happened that day. Brady felt Dean's fist collide with his face until he had a broken nose and could barely speak.

Cassie and Lisa, well your boyfriend didn’t hit them, he would never hurt a girl, so Jess and Meg did the job.

You still have the video someone made of the ‘ultimate catfight’ between your friends and your archenemies. Dean couldn’t stop laughing as Lisa started to cry as she broke three fingernails.

Jess and Meg were relentless. While Jess fisted the girl’s hair, Meg punched their noses, kicked their shins until the self-declared queens of Stanford were reduced to little girls crying for their mommy.

The guy pushing you toward the car got arrested and will have to face the consequences of his doings, just like the other guy grabbing you.

Most of the time, Lisa and Cassie leave you alone. There are moments you feel their boring looks or hear insults leave their lips but you learned to ignore those people trying to drag you down.

“You look beautiful today,” Dean whispers in your ear as he leads you toward your favorite tree on campus.

Sam, Jess, Meg, and Jimmy love to sit there with you and Dean. Sometimes Meg brings her guitar to play a few songs while Jimmy tries so hard to sing.

“Dean Winchester, you little charmer…” While Dean sits under the tree you place your bag and books next to your boyfriend's stuff. You have an hour off so you will spend it with your boyfriend and friends once again.

“Come here and sit with me, Sweetheart. I want to tell you something.” Leaning your back against Dean’s chest you smile as he moves his arms around your waist. “Love you.”

“That’s what you wanted to tell me, Winchester?” Smiling you let Dean press his warm body closer to his. 

“I want my parents to meet you officially. I know you were at our house a few times before and that they know about you but…” 

Clearing his throat Dean smirks as you turn around to search his face. “I want them to get to know my girlfriend, not Sammy’s best friend.

“Dude. Mary loves me like a mom and John even kicked your ass once as you used a bad word.” Brow's furrowed you look at Dean and he sighs heavily.

“Damn, girl. I want this whole ‘I introduce my girl to my family thing’.” Dean insists and you nod before you press your lips to his.

“AW…look at this Lis. The holy virgin learns how to kiss a boy. Do you think she knows how a dick looks like?” Cassie snickers standing too close to your favorite place for your comfort.

“Nah, Cass. I bet she can’t satisfy a hunk like Dean. Maybe he’ll get bored soon enough. Someone like Dean needs a woman, not a toddler by his side.” Cassie sneers and Dean wants to jump up, but you hold him back.

“Fuck off, bitches!” Meg warns already storming toward your archenemies. “Didn’t you get your ass beaten enough last time?”

“We can give you more, bitch!” Jess adds and you snicker at her pissed attitude. She even snapped her fingers.

“You better leave now. We want to have a nice time without someone bitching around.” Sam clenches his jaw as Brady dares to look you, a dirty grin on his lips.

“No one wants a boring girl who can’t satisfy you, Dean. Why do you waste your time with a virgin?” Now Dean jumps up to bump his chest against Brady’s.

He’s silent for a moment before he meets his former friend’s eyes. “It’s not a shame to be a virgin and wait for the right person to sleep with for the first time.”

“Sure…” Lisa snickers. “I bet you prefer not having sex at all…”

“Yes, I do.” Dean retorts and your gasp at his next words. “To be honest, I am a virgin too! I waited for the right girl and Y/N is the right for me. I am not ashamed to admit I did not waste this special moment at someone like you or Cassie.”

Everyone falls silent. Sam looks at his brother like he got slapped. Jimmy turns pale while the girls cheer for Dean for being man enough to admit he’s ‘innocent’.

“Dude! I am proud of you…” Sam chokes out while you hug Dean tightly. “I don’t know if I ever was prouder, Dean.”

“How can you be a virgin?” Cassie blurs out. “You are hot and all, not like your girlfriend…” 

Jess waited for her chance and here it is. Her hand collides with Cassie’s cheek with a loud thud and Meg snickers as tears well up to Cassie’s eyes.

“This has nothing to do with being hot or not. I wanted to wait for the right girl and now I found her. This is my body and my decision! No one tells me if it must happen with eighteen, sixteen or thirty. If I want to wait till I danced with my girl in the moonlight it's none of your business." Dean grunts.

“Exactly, you loser. If you wasted your virginity to a random douche it’s your fault.” Meg grins devilish. “We all know it was during a party and you don’t even know who the guy was. For me, it was my Jimmy.”

“Now fuck off and let us have fun. We don’t need spoilsports or assholes around.” Jimmy deadpans as Brady wants to say something. “Go ahead if you can live with the consequences.”

After watching Cassie, Lisa and Brady walk off, you cup Dean’s face to press your lips to his. “I am so proud of you, Baby. I love you.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.”

“Gosh, your kids will be as cute as hell.” Meg claps her hands looking at Dean and you. “Now little love-birds let Aunt Meg tell you everything about flowers and bees…”

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[tyreynolds]

FULL NAME: Tyson Reynolds.

GENDER: Cis man.

PRONOUNS: He/Him.

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 30 + August 2nd.

LENGTH OF TIME IN BROOKLYN: His whole life.

HOUSING: Brooklyn Heights.

OCCUPATION: Bartender at Five Star. // @brooklynextras

Rounding out the Reynolds family should have ensured an easy path to success for Tyson, with outwardly excellent examples for how to be a well-adjusted upstanding contributor to society on clear display from his parents who ensured that he was always surrounded by stability.

That wasn’t the case.

The start of his life was peaceful, a mama’s boy from his first breath, right up until her last when he was five years old. He didn’t have the faculties to understand how an aneurysm could take her from him in her sleep, or why, all he knew was he was left behind in a home with two people who never showed him they were happy to see him.

Grief didn’t managed to band the two Reynolds boys together, rather it paved the way for what would be a slow descent into a lifelong shared disdain. The arrival of a step-mother and step-sister to the family home in the year following his mother’s passing added further strain. Tyson didn’t know how to process such drastic life changes in such quick succession.

Growing up in the long shadow cast by his older brother Everett had fostered a cold boy who grew into a callous man. There was a time when he had once idolised his older brother, wanting to be like him in every sense of the word until that affection had splintered into a venomous affliction due to emotional neglect.

Instead of wanting to be like him, he coveted what he had, from his professional success to the adoration earned from his father. After dropping out of university in his second year of studying business and economics, it was clear to Tyson that his career path would be checkered and chaotic rather than linear and well curated like his father had always intended for him.

The man’s disappointment has been easy to ignore, ever since his brother and business partner found himself a new home in a prison cell for embezzlement and money laundering just after Tyson’s eighteenth birthday, his main focus shifting to keeping the Reynolds name from any further staining.

Unable to truly get a handle on what it was he wants to do with his life, he prefers to focus his excess energy on anything else that holds his interest – whichever passing can stave off his excessive boredom.

PERSONALITY.

carefree, spontaneous, laid back.

envious, vengeful, petty.

BONUS ROUND.

tyson is bisexual, he came out when he was 16.

while currently he has a regular position as a bartender at five star, he picks up shifts here and there at various bars as needed, as well as odd jobs depending on what bills he has about to fall due. it’s a temporary arrangement while he figures things out.

he’s been figuring things out since his early twenties.

had a complete mcfucking meltdown when he turned 30.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

everett reynolds: older brother, permanent one-sided rival. ty’s villain origin story, basically (npc currently)

client of safiye zeybek @ladcies

regular menace of missy feldman @feldmans

childhood friend of mila singh @milasingh

friend of / pseudo annoying little brother type to ryatt reyes @ryattreyes

genuinely thinks kouvr murphy is a pirate @kouvrmurphy

almost brother-in-law / one time one night stand of deanie wagner @deaniewagner

two dumb bitches telling each other exactlyyyy w/kacey rhynor @thirtccnghosts

east coast devil to micah ransone's southern angel @thirtccnghosts

best friend of violet hú @poetrysings

pseudo-nephew of sorts / semi-strained relo with rebecca henning @poetrysings

was rejected once by / is influenced (good stylez) by alexander warren @poetrysings

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

current/former co-workers: as i said above, he sort of rotates around various bars and has probably worked in a number of restaurants in the passed for varying lengths of stints.

a best friend.

barfly regulars who tell him the innermost details of their life/psyche when they get a little too merry.

terrible influence.

good influence.

someone who lost money through his uncle’s swindling.

childhood friends.

rivals/enemies/someone who just doesn’t fuck with him.

exes of varying levels of seriousness.

fwb, hook-ups, tinder matches etc.

owners of establishments who’ve fired him for being the woOoOooOOrst

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS. connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly -- a best friend / ride or dies / someone who checks him on his shit (of which there’s plenty of recourse for rip) / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommates / folks who’ve let him couch surf.

romantic -- flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his twenties.

antagonistic -- enemies / former (best) friends / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / former co-workers (but combative.. u know) / people he’s fucked over in the past or has fucked him over.

[tysonchapmans]

"Yeah..." Tyson had more to say, he always had more to say when it was Everett at fault, the pair of them locked in an endless war of words to and about each other. He managed to catch himself before he devolved in a full blown rant about why she should get used to it because she would always be a secondary priority to his brother, but he refrained.

"I know."

For Deanie, he could bite his tongue.

( Momentarily. )

"But him not being here doesn't mean that your whole weekend has to suck ass." As far as Tyson was concerned, he was the funner brother anyway, so if anything he considered it a stroke of luck.

"Let's make this night fun and forget about who's here and who's not here. What's going to turn it around for you? Whatever it is, we can do it. Those funky looking Jell-O shots Mack made? The edibles floating around that no one seems to know the origin of?" He watched her the whole time he spoke, looking for a spark of something akin to enthusiasm from her.

"If that's the case, I don't want to know why you have a leather double-gun over-the-shoulder holster," Deanie softly laughs as she looks at him in the reflection of the mirror before turning her gaze back to herself.

Well, her eyes hadn't gotten the chance to get puffy -- that was good. Blowing a raspberry of exasperation at herself, she reaches up to smooth her hair and make sure the booby pins of her coif were secure before she turns around to face him, leaning against the sink.

She felt bad for every single girl at that party -- he made an absolutely devastating Rick. She wasn't going to say more about the way he was dressed. That was the thing about Tyson doing something nice -- you couldn't acknowledge it too much, or else he got annoyed and it would be a blue moon before he did something considerate again.

But it had meant the world to her.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she finally conceedes with a bob of her head, "It's just that -- You know, I thought he'd be here. I really had my hopes up. I'd made plans and now the whole weekend is scrapped."

[sinsoakedsaints]

closed starter for: @prxcticalmxgic​​​

based on: missing the goblins its true 

“Are you lost?” Tyson wonders aloud, loud enough to be heard over the music and the chatter in the bar he was working that night. Sure, it wasn’t his regular establishment and he had only been asked to working the closing shift a few hours prior, but even at that he can’t help but tell himself Deanie must have only shown up there because he was. 

“You have to be. We have a very strict no-serving-head-melting-bitches policy in here. Sorry ‘bout it.” 

[thaddcarter]

thadd: wow is ur name tyson or tyRANT thadd: rent? in this ghost economy??? thadd: like FUCK dude u get evicted from life and then all of a sudden ur homeless... thadd: how does casper do it? thadd: what can i say man, i'm a ghost of the people fs thadd: soooooo what i'm hearing is that u WOULD come to our wedding??? 🥹 thadd: also that ur still obvs supes upset abt this whole deanie marrying ur brother thing...

tyson: i'd sage the place so fast or w/ever you do to get rid of unwanted spirits 🚫👻 tyson: but i'd still expect your half of the rent tyson:

tyson: dead bitch better have my money tyson: your level of delusion fascinates me, sometimes it feels aspirational, sometimes borderline concerning tyson: if this save the date ever materialised i'd tick it and send it back. that one in the trash is a bigger fucking joke than your fantasy marriage

[deaniewagner]

Fingers still wrapped around the strap of her bag, Deanie remains braced for any verbal beating that could be sparred against her.

There's an urge in her stomach to retreat -- deep down it's what she wants to do -- but she knows that wouldn't be fair to all the amends that being back home means she had to face. Any lashing Tyson had for her was something she knew that she deserved.

She made her bed and now she had to lay in it.

(When the last time she had seen him she'd been lying in a bed next to him.)

Deanie finds herself surprised that he had fallen for the story that her parents had put out -- as effective as her parents were about spinning details into their favor, for some reason she always thought that Tyson was too smart to fall for them.

Maybe they both had overestimated each other.

His question makes her pause, her hands briefly twisting at the strap of her bag for a moment before she considers how honest she wants to be -- how much shame she's willingly to wear openly on her sleeve in the middle of the subway platform.

"I went upstate," she answers, voice low and not fully making eye-contact.

At least it wasn't a lie.

"I just…needed time."

@tyreynolds

Receiving no fight on the return of the ring provided some brief comfort to him, until he started to wonder if Deanie had any fight left in her at all. She seemed more subdued then than he had ever known her to be, the vibrance that emanated from her now dulled and more muted.

( Like a watercolour repainted to be matte. )

Worry creeps into the edges of his long held rage, enough to keep him stood there and in the conversation when every other part of him was telling him to walk on passed her and not look back -- just like she had done the morning of the wedding.

Her confession brings more questions to him than it answers for him, a flicker of confusion evident in his expression. Tyson wants more than that, but Deanie had never known how to give him more when it counted so he readies himself for this to be no different.

"Are you going to tell me where you were or is that something you're going to keep to yourself too?"

@deaniewagner

[tyreynolds]

Receiving no fight on the return of the ring provided some brief comfort to him, until he started to wonder if Deanie had any fight left in her at all. She seemed more subdued then than he had ever known her to be, the vibrance that emanated from her now dulled and more muted.

( Like a watercolour repainted to be matte. )

Worry creeps into the edges of his long held rage, enough to keep him stood there and in the conversation when every other part of him was telling him to walk on passed her and not look back -- just like she had done the morning of the wedding.

Her confession brings more questions to him than it answers for him, a flicker of confusion evident in his expression. Tyson wants more than that, but Deanie had never known how to give him more when it counted so he readies himself for this to be no different.

"Are you going to tell me where you were or is that something you're going to keep to yourself too?"

@deaniewagner

Ironically, the last time that she'd worn the ring had been the last time that she'd seen Tyson.

Maybe if she had been thinking more clearly then she would have left the ring behind in the hotel room just so he wouldn't have had to worry about it being somewhere questionable -- she knew what traces of his mother meant to him and would have never stolen one on purpose.

Because the moment that she had decided to leave, wearing the ring had become stealing -- taking something that wasn't rightfully hers anymore.

"No. No," she reaffirms with a shake of her head to show that she isn't expecting any gratitude from his end, "You can have it. You should have it. I don't want to keep it."

His illusions to France and calling her 'Doc' earn a brief and bleary look of confusion from her before the pieces click -- the memory of the story her parents had spun on her behalf coming back to her.

(When your family was in media they are always in control of the narrative.)

She would have rathered they just told everyone the truth.

She should have told Tyson the truth from the beginning.

"I wasn't in France."

@tyreynolds

[tyreynolds]

Deanie gives him a perfectly reasonable and accommodating answer to his order -- like a true peacekeeper only could -- and all it does is enrage him further. It was displayed in the polite way that had been bred into the pair of them from being raised in social circles that demanded better behaviour than making a scene in public, though every part of him wants to lose his cool.

( Tense jaws and terse tongues. )

"Hope you're not waiting on a thanks because it's the absolute least you can fucking do," He reminds her, "I'd say pardon my French but we're a long way from France, aren't we, Doc?"

He had never fully bought the PhD in Paris story that her parents had peddled in the aftermath of the wedding that never was, but the Wagners had fast closed ranks and Everett had no interest in shedding any light on Deanie's whereabouts to Tyson, so he had allowed it to become truth and he had allowed it to piss him off.

That's all he could see on his worse nights, visions of her having her best days in some far off European city, sparing not a single thought for the wreckage she had left of him without so much as a goodbye.

@deaniewagner

As she regained her posture, Deanie prayed fervently in her head to whatever higher power may have existed that Tyson would just walk onto the train or walk out of the station.

She knew that returning to New York meant taking accountability and making amends for the things she'd done wrong and the people she had hurt.

But there were some things -- some people -- that she hadn't felt ready to face yet.

But sadly she hadn't earned the right of good karma.

There's no easy way around him when he falls into her path so she didn't try, both hands clutching at the strap of her brown leather bag as she immediately nods to the words that met her ears.

"I have it," she confirms with another nod, knowing exactly where she'd placed it for safekeeping.

"Not here. Not on me. But I have it. I'll give it back."

@tyreynolds

[deaniewagner]

As she regained her posture, Deanie prayed fervently in her head to whatever higher power may have existed that Tyson would just walk onto the train or walk out of the station.

She knew that returning to New York meant taking accountability and making amends for the things she'd done wrong and the people she had hurt.

But there were some things -- some people -- that she hadn't felt ready to face yet.

But sadly she hadn't earned the right of good karma.

There's no easy way around him when he falls into her path so she didn't try, both hands clutching at the strap of her brown leather bag as she immediately nods to the words that met her ears.

"I have it," she confirms with another nod, knowing exactly where she'd placed it for safekeeping.

"Not here. Not on me. But I have it. I'll give it back."

@tyreynolds

Tyson’s not sure how long he’s been staring at her until he hears the sound of the subway car doors closing followed by the drag of wheels on the track, taking his easy escape route along with it.

The platform never empties but it did disperse some with the whisking away of some of the clamouring commuters.

He’s got nowhere to go now but toward her, the exit putting him directly in her path with his slow approach, unsure if he could or should say anything.

“You’ve still got my mother’s ring,” He accuses in lieu of any softer greeting, everything from his tone to his posture was defensive. It may have been Everett’s to give away, but it wouldn’t be something Tyson allowed her to keep, “I want it back.”

@deaniewagner

[tysonchapmans]

"Now that's a fucking lawsuit I want to see play out. They could make a whole season of American Crime Story about it. Bumper Carnage." Tyson knew he needed to start writing his brilliant ideas down as soon as they crossed his mind or they would be replaced by other equally brilliant ideas and then be lost forever.

Tragic.

Never one to possess a sunny disposition, Tyson's baseline mood had been close to tolerable -- which may as well have been good form for him -- but the mention of his brother casts a storm cloud over him that could be felt even against the fine weather.

"That's because Everett doesn't want me to be a groomsman, he just wants me to shut my fucking mouth and smile for the photos so that there aren't whispers during the wedding." It was always the wedding when he spoke of it, some sinister event, never your wedding even though she was the bride.

"If he dropped dead tomorrow I woudn't be a pallbearer at his funeral. He's out of his mind if he thinks I'm going to put on a suit and play happy families just because he somehow convinced you to be stuck with him for the rest of your life. Make sure you tell him I said that."

When the engagement had first been announced, the first thought that crossed his mind was that Deanie should get checked out for possible carbon monoxide poisoning, or some other environmental interference that could cause such a lapse in judgement from someone he knew thought through everything carefully.

"They shut down the bumper cars for a year, so I always assumed it was true," Deanie argues with a furrowed brow, deciding to forgo the useless paper straw completely now so sneak her sips from the rim of her cup.

"There was rumors going around at the law practice that the girl was gonna sue the park for all it was worth. But I'm not exactly privy to that information, so I can't confirm."

At his question she looks around and considers the scene, shrugging a shoulder.

"It's not exactly my scene, but it's fine. I wouldn't want to do it every weekend. But the music's good."

That was Deanie -- rarely a strong opinion in her, never wanting to offend.

"Everett says you haven't gotten back to him about being a groomsen yet."

[deaniewagner]

It was strange to feel strange in the city.

As if nine months in the Catskills had completely undone twenty-eight years of muscle memory; had made her forget what it was like to be surrounded by constant white noise, constant people, constant goings on.

But it was nice to feel invisible, too, after so long in constant self-reflection.

It was two stops early to her usual destination, but she'd seen postings about an estate sale in Williamsburg that she wanted to snoop around in for decor for her new bedroom, so with one earbud in, she broke her carefully cultivated new routine and stepped off the train.

She turns her head to look in the direction of the exit at the exact moment Tyson's eyes find her face.

The way she freezes is not welcome by other busy commuters, Deanie nearly being knocked off balance by a press to get onto the newly vacated car.

@tyreynolds

closed for: @deaniewagner

where: subway station platform

Taking the subway was the furthest thing from his preferred method of transportation but there were times when it was the fastest and if he was late for another lunch with his father he knew he would be hearing about it for weeks to come.

( 'Everett's a doctor and still manages to find the time to respect a reservation and mine'. )

His natural irritation at the volume of bodies shuffling towards the subway car is sidetracked by something akin to an inkling. An inexplicable something that made him halt and turn his head rather than continue forward, catching sight of dark-haired girl exiting one car over, standing out from the rest of the commuters around her without having to try to.

Deanie Wagner was no ghost, but seeing her so unexpectedly hit Tyson square in the chest like it might if he was staring at one and it's enough to render him cold all over in a way that has nothing to do with the New York winter.

[prxcticalmxgic]

"Choke."

It's far from her most gracious greeting, but it's her knee-jerk reaction when she sees that smarmy, knowing look on his face -- especially when he has no right to be wearing it.

She clicks her tongue at his words, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head.

"Hmm. Guess I'll have to go on my date somewhere else, won't I?"

closed starter for: @prxcticalmxgic​​​

based on: missing the goblins its true 

“Are you lost?” Tyson wonders aloud, loud enough to be heard over the music and the chatter in the bar he was working that night. Sure, it wasn’t his regular establishment and he had only been asked to working the closing shift a few hours prior, but even at that he can’t help but tell himself Deanie must have only shown up there because he was. 

“You have to be. We have a very strict no-serving-head-melting-bitches policy in here. Sorry ‘bout it.”