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From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 11 1/2*~*Your POV*~*From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 11 1/2 by ThePeaceful103
Plastic crinkles beneath your fingers as you hurry down the hallway. You hope that the clothes fit you. And that Ty had some sense of fashion. It was nice of him to go out and buy this stuff for you. And, judging by the weight of the bag, generous too. Your heart flutters, like there's a bird trapped in your chest. You always feel like this when you're around him, or when you think about him; you get all jittery and nervous, yet excited at the same time. You can't really explain it. But you couldn't possibly like him like that. He was probably just another "false love", as you liked to call them. People like Chaappers, or Jethrotex. People who you had stayed with and thought you had something. People you forced yourself to love. But you moved on before you got attached. You got over it after a while. You would get over Deadlox as well.
You walk downstairs and toss the bag onto your bed. You carefully unfold the clothes and lay them out. Dark s
From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 10*~*Your POV*~*From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 10 by ThePeaceful103
You're not sure what wakes you up, but you know you don't want to wake up. Maybe it's because of Bud thundering up and down the stairs. You couldn't possibly imagine where he had to go so quickly, or why he had to go up and down the stairs so many times. It could also be Ty's soft snoring, which sounds much louder than usual. The covers feel heavier than usual, especially across your waist. They must be folded over, but you're too lazy to fix it. You feel a twinge of annoyance for your housemates as you turn over onto your left side. You wish Ty's snoring and Bud's footsteps weren't so loud. You begin to sink back into the cool darkness behind your eyelids and snuggle into the warmth next to you when several realizations hit you.
First, the party is today.
Last night, you told your entire life's story to a dude you barely know.
And that dude is laying next to you.
With some difficulty, you open your ey
From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 9Hey, guys! I'm super sorry about the lack of stories lately. I've been busy with school back and homework and Girl Scouts....Cookie sales just started, and my future weekends are going to be busy for a while...*sigh*From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 9 by ThePeaceful103
On a happier note, I woke up today finally filled with inspiration to continue: I just reached 20 watchers! I mean, it may not be a big number to you, but to me, those are 20 watchers are actual people who like my writing and want to read more. So thank you guys for all the support, and for patiently waiting for my next post. You can't imagine how grateful I am for that.
Now, ONTO THE STORY!!!
With a sigh, you stand up with a groan to stretch your aching back. The rag in your hand smells like lemon disinfectant, as does the rest of you. The smell, which you thought was nice and refreshing at first, now burns your nostrils. You gaze down at the floor, looking for any paw prints that had escaped your cleanig wrath. With none left to b
From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 8Editing this so it isn't as horrible and painful to read as it was before. Yeah.From the Blizzard (Deadlox x Reader) Part 8 by ThePeaceful103
*~*Still Deadlox's POV*~*
Ty pushed open the swinging door of the tack room, which gave way with a drawn out squeak. In here, the musty smell of hay and wheat was stronger. There was a small workspace littered with spare parts of machines that he liked to tinker with, along with the remains of the tripwire alarm system. Hanging on a wall was an assortment of leads, saddles, brushes, and other items necessary for proper horse care. In the far corner lay extra bags of feed, all lined up neatly against the wall. They were surplus foodstuffs that no one had bothered to move up to the second level, where all the food was usually stored. (A/N: I don't own a horse, so I'm just describing what I think would be in a tack room.) On the opposite wall, near the door, was a pale blue plastic bin with a lid.
Ty flicked on the light switch next to the door, illuminating the room