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— WYLIE GOODNIGHT, general practitioner grocery clerk.

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trigger warnings: death, religion

candy-assed liberal according to his parents. luckily, wylie’s twin brother stuck around to help on the family’s decades old ranch in the town named after their forefather (it’s a shithole).

professional tongue-biter.

moved to Providence Peak twenty years ago. was an active community member; coached little league, owned his own practice, had the big house with the perfect family until five years ago when his daughter was murdered. he closed his practice, got divorced, sold the house, & relegated himself to the mountains.

raised Baptist but could not really give a shit less at this point. (he’s stepped into the church once since everything went to shit & couldn’t even make the whole service before getting uncomfortable & fucking off.)

really, really bad at keeping plants alive, but goddammit, he tries.

religion & politics get him hot.

he’s always been well aware that no one wanted a doctor named Dr. Goodnight & it sounded more like he sold MDMA to 14 year olds.

played football (kicker) & ran track (400m) through high school & undergrad, now just runs & follows Texas sports teams.

likes cooking, making coffee, & camping.

adopted a border collie called Sam a few years ago. recently purchased an eleven year old mare only to figure she needed a friend & adopted a bay he’s taken to calling Brisket. has four chickens.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

boss/ co-workers at Frontier Foods or old medical colleagues

neighbors | anyone living in Bighorn Hills that Wylie would run into semi-regularly. can bitch about road closures, call to see if they’ve still got electricity, etc.

ex-flame | Wylie’s wife left five years ago. he wouldn’t have been looking for love & probably feels moderately shameful about it now.

old patients or friends | since the incident, Wylie has largely withdrawn from all social obligations & he spent a long time avoiding the people of PP, CO in order to circumnavigate their pity.

green thumb | whether they’ve sold him plants, given him clippings, or seen him at the nursery, it’s clear that Wylie is clueless when it comes to his newest hobby & could use some pointers.

friends or significant other of Wylie’s daughter (would’ve been 23 now) | he’s just as heartbroken for them as he is for himself. he goes the extra mile to look out for this person & would do anything for them.

outdoorsman/ woman | Wylie spends a lot of time outdoors now, be it camping, hiking, or looking after his newly acquired animals. they could run into one another on the trails, or bump into one another semi-regularly at the sportsman shop.

I’m up for literally anything! I love creating connections & plotting, so just hit me up & I’m sure we can come up with something.

#about #providence.intro #resident dilf

aliciamillergarcia:

Alicia had found that early morning was the best time to head out for grocery shopping. These days she wanted to get her shopping done as quickly as possible to return back home before Hazel wakes up for her next feed. She knew there was pumped milk on the fridge for Ben to give her just in case, and they always had formula in store too, but that wasn’t something she wanted her husband to have to revert to. So she struck the items off her list quickly, which mostly consisted of packs upon packs of diapers for her daughter. She moved on to pick toothpaste, searching for the brand she always got for herself which was located right where another man was standing, seemingly lost in his thoughts. She didn’t realize that her was so lost that he would actually get a fright once realizing that she was there. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she was quick to apologize. “It’s alright, I was just waiting for you to finish. I need to get that toothpaste,” she said, pointing towards the box.

“No, not at all.” Wylie waved her off. “It was my fault,” He assured her, stepping aside so he wasn’t block the wall of toothpaste anymore. Reaching up to where she pointed, he handed her the box & grabbed another for himself, evidently giving up on whatever internal dilemma he was going through in regard to the toothpaste. Tossing it in his cart, his eyes caught on the contents of hers. “Stocking up huh?” He chuckled at the small mountain of diapers. “How old?”

#alicia

dilanxbarak:

Getting groceries was something that Dilan had been meaning to do for quite some time. Between the lockdown, weddings and of course, her constant want to spend time with her newborn niece, Dilan had neglected the basic necessities in her apartment downtown. The brunette rummaged through the aisles, picking and choosing from the list she had made herself. As she made her way to the toothpaste aisle, she found herself stopped not too far from a man that seemed to be stuck in thought over choosing a brand. Dilan knew what she wanted but was not the type of person to reach in while someone was standing there - so, the brunette pretended to be looking at other options until she heard his voice. An apologetic smile took over her lips, “No, no, not at all.” She shook her head, even if he technically was, Dilan was not going to admit to that. “I usually get the same brand and kind every time, but it’s always worth checking out other options.”

“Me too,“ Wylie blinked, managing to maneuver his cart out of the woman’s way as best he could by scooting it towards thee opposing wall of Band-Aids. “Looks like pretty low stock I guess,“ Wylie half shrugged. “Suppose that’s what I get for tryin’ to get anything done at this late of an hour. Surprised they haven’t flicked the lights on & off yet,“ Wylie smiled cordially but now that he thought about it, it was a bit odd that there was no music playing over the loudspeaker. The normal upbeat jaunty tune was absent, leaving the aisle even more deserted than it already felt. “Y’know without the Taylor Swift in the background, this place seems much more... sterile.”

#dilan

dylan-westwick:

Dylan liked to go to the store the night before she headed to the farmer’s market, it felt like she was completing an errand ahead of time when she knew she couldn’t get some of the things she needed at the market. One of those being deodorant. It had been pretty quiet as she walked through the aisles, but when she got to the hygiene aisle, she slowed to a stop as someone occupied the aisle. She was fine with giving them as much time as they needed, the store closed in an hour and she didn’t have anything she was planning on doing with the rest of her night besides watching a movie in the comfort of her bed.

She was still thinking about the planned movie night when the man turned around and she jumped a little herself. Placing her hand over her chest, she laughed nervously. “Sorry ‘bout that. I was just waitin’ for ya, I don’t mind at all really. I don’t think it was really that long, to be honest.” Dylan didn’t really know if it had even been more than a minute.

“Ah, hell,” Wylie’s embarrassment was evident but he shook his head. “Should’ve just hollered at me.--Rattled the cart maybe.” His second suggestion was a joke, he smiled but he was suddenly curious if he’d have turned around or kept right on staring into the shelves. “Well, either way, it was nice of you. It’s not even that late; can’t even blame daylight savings. Just zoned out. You ever use--“ Wylie reached into the barren basket to pull out the box of toothpaste so he could read it off. “Tom’s? Looks like it’s slim-pickings if toothpaste was what you’re looking for.” Had he really just said that collection of words? Christ. He really was tired.

#dylan

“Thanks,” Wylie uttered distractedly. It was met with a confused expression on the part of the man who’d just released the shopping cart, having given it a half-hearted shove in the general direction of the cart corral with no real intention of making it. Wylie caught it, assuming the other man had sent it his way as a polite gesture & not a half-assed attempt at making something semi-right.

He strode through the parking lot, cars few & far between at this hour. He glanced up right before entering Frontier Foods, eyes peeled for a dark cloud overhead that might mean snow or rain, but there was only inky darkness. With a sigh, he conceded inwardly that he should try to sleep in tomorrow. The familiar, unblinking fluorescents above the high shelves cast doubt on that particular plan, eliminating the chance of shadow or delusions of fabricating more hours into the day. If the few cars in the lot indicated anything, it was that Wylie wasn’t alone, but he saw no one as he wheeled his empty cart up the aisle. What had he come in here for? Cartoon characters on cereal boxes stared back at him wondering the exact same thing as he strode by, eventually folding at the middle & leaning down on his folded arms on the handle of the cart as he continued walking.

How long exactly he’d been standing in front of the toothpaste was anyone’s guess. His rerouting had only landed him deeper in thought & now as he stared at the small plethora of variations of Crest & Aquafresh. He reached for the nearest narrow box & tossed it into the empty metallic belly of the grocery cart & made to turn around. He might’ve jumped if he wasn’t so damn weary. Instead, his eyebrow rose haphazardly. “Scared the shit out of me,” He admitted, pushing a hand though his untidy hair. “I wasn’t in your way that whole time was I?” He asked, supposing it was too late to avoid judgement had they been witness to what’ve looked like some great indecision over what to brush his teeth with.