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dsumpsbluey · 10 months

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Unofficial Bluey Timeline: Part IV

Welcome back to another installment in the Unofficial Bluey Timeline; this week, we'll be covering episodes 16-20 (Yoga Ball thru Markets).

Yoga Ball - Episode 16

Bandit plays too rough

Debuts and Details:

The yoga ball is what Bandit sits on due to changing Bluey's diapers in the past. We do see him with a normal, green chair when the yoga ball is elsewhere.

While the stairway room has minimal changes, it IS missing a drawing of a dog near the glass doors on the left side (pic #1)

We get the first glimpse of the "Please" face running gag

(What constitutes as a "Please" face, is ears drooped, hands crossed, sparkled eyes, and sometimes a verbal "Please")

Bingo plays as "Lan" for a short bit, and Bluey reads a green book with a koala face on the cover.

This episode is when Bingo learns how to do her "Big Girl Bark", which brings up an interesting situation, considering she was able to do this in "Takeaway", meaning this would take place before that episode.

According to the Bluey Wiki, this was the first episode to be produced for season 1, which could explain the last bullet point (Takeaway was #4).

This episode is also the first time the girls' ages were revealed to be 6 for Bluey, and 4 for Bingo (Which we already assumed for this timeline)

In the end of the episode, the yoga ball ('Bally') sports two rainbow and one unicorn sticker, a callback to an earlier scene.

This episode, like some other season 1 episodes, was a tad slow, but still enjoyable

Favorite Part: The please face that gets me every time.

Calypso - Episode 17

Bluey and schoolmates create a society

Debuts and Details:

Calypso, as well as Rusty, Indy, The Terriers, and Pretzel make their debuts.

Coco, Indy and Chloe play as mothers, and their kids' names are [UNKNOWN], Polly, and Rodrick.

The Terriers play as "Romans", which means romans existed in the Bluey-verse.

Rusty and Indy are set up as the caretakers for Polly.

Episodes with Bluey's classmates are cool to see, especially if its for the whole episode; its nice to step away from the main family and see the other kids spend time on screen.

Favorite Part: Pretzel being a bum; he's unironically my favorite character despite getting little screentime after this.

The Doctor - Episode 18

Bingo runs a clinic

Debuts and Details:

Bingo's plush rabbit "Floppy", makes a very brief appearance when Bingo is operating on Lucky.

Bluey plays as "Edna", while Bingo plays as the doctor (a swap from "Hospital")

Just your average playdate episode. cute.

Favorite Part: When Bingo starts operating on Lucky (like why does she charge towards him like that?)

The Claw - Episode 19

Bluey and Bingo learn the claw machine

Debuts and Details:

"Grey Dancer", Bingo's plush dolphin appears.

Bingo does bark, but it isn't the signature "Big Girl Bark"

Chilli is eating a salad, her favorite

Bluey and Bingo sit in opposite seats than usual, although given the fact both are harnessed similarly, it doesn't entirely matter.

This is the second time they are shown in the car, so I guess I'll describe what the back looks like;

There's a green bag, loose almonds, and some pens/pencils thrown around. The booster seats also look very identical to each other (it looks like they copy-pasted, the flipped it), and importantly nothing in the middle seat (although the driver angle shows the middle with two cushions).

The front door room now has a red seat instead of a yellow seat (which went missing in "Horsey Ride")

Both Chilli and Bandit use their left hands to portray the claw, which many suspect them as being left-hand dominant users. (Das cool)

Bandit misspells the word "Holder" despite having a PhD in Archaeology (Possible answers: "Holdr", "Holdre", "Holber", "Holdeer", "Holderr", "Holeder", "Holda", "Holdar")

The first instance of the girls admitting they didn't learn anything

I like how this episode shows the method of play by both the parents, as Chilli operates the claw to be fair, but not challenging, whereas Bandit operates the claw to be challenging, yet rewarding while also highlighting the negative effects of game addiction. He turns it into a lesson that while unspecified and a bit harsh, is effective in its own right.

Favorite Part: Definitely Bandit's claw machine.

Markets - Episode 20

Bluey and Indy attempt to spend money

Debuts and Details:

This is the first of several instances of the "Floss" dance being shown, cuz this series is so hip.

Chilli can't floss, but Bandit can. Das why he's still cool.

Apparently 5 bucks is the new norm for the tooth fairy.

This ep was altered in Disney releases due to a controversial scene of a horse taking a massive dump in front of children.

Indy is revealed to not eat foods with added ingredients, wheat, sugar, gluten, and dairy

"Markets", like "Bob Bilby" before, has many new and returning faces in the background, so I'll make this more of a "Who's there" showcase, than a simple debut (BOLD for debut)

We start off with the background filler characters that surprisingly all show up in the first shot of the market. Via crappy description, this includes from left-to-right, Tan colored dog; light orange dog w/ lighter ear tips; dark purple dog w/ white hands; greenish-white curly dog; dark blue curly dog; Brown top white bottom dog; lavender colored dog; white dog with back spot that only appears for one scene for some reason; orange dog that looks like Rusty, even down to the tail design; and finally brown dog w/ brown spots [He shows up in later episodes, and is named "Postie" by the wiki].

Next shot shows Indy's mum and her shop, as well as Indy.

A zoomed out shot shows a brown-orange-white dog in another stall, but covered up by a teddy bear display and newspaper. [The wiki claims this to be the "Surfer" dog in "The Beach"]

After Indy joins Bluey, we see Rocko releasing bubbles in the air, as well as Mrs. Retriever in another stall; zoom out again and we see Pat (Lucky's Dad) shopping.

We see our first recognizable debut of the "Pony Lady", a brown gradient dog, and her two ponies, "Biscuits" who's decorated as a blue Pegasus, and "Buttermilk" who's dressed as a pink Unicorn.

The German Sausage stand is operated by Gruber and his dad.

The Poffertjes stand is operated by the "Poffertjes Dog", a light brown husky of Dutch descent.

Cornelius, Winton's dad, shows up offering toffee apples; Winton does later show up in the ep to get his dad a German Sausage.

Busker, an orange dog musician and definite fursona of series composer Joff Bush, makes his debut.

Buddy donates 5 dollarbucks.

Gruber gets carrot juice from the juice stall operated by Juniper's mum and Juniper.

Juniper gets carrots from a basenji in a produce stand.

Honey's mum, Daisy purchases mushrooms from the same place.

At the end of the episode, Bluey looses another tooth which is never discussed about or even shown in any episode afterwards. In the development of the timeline, this could lead to two scenarios:

Forget the fact she lost another tooth, and proceed with the later episodes. (Preferred method, b/c its simpler to forget the tooth as it doesn't serve any purpose afterwards; also cost-effective cuz why would they have to alter Bluey's model to remove a single tooth?).

Let the tooth grow back, and assume the next ep doesn't happen for another month or so (Could set back the episode in terms of the timeline for no exact reason, or if left alone, makes no sense why we have to wait for that long for a single tooth to grow).

Favorite Part: "5 Bucks", I like how the interaction serves as short argument between the parents, while at the same time maintaining the allusion of the Tooth Fairy for Bluey. (I mean the tooth fairy is real, right?)

This concludes the 4th part of the Unofficial Bluey Timeline. Pretty interesting findings for this week with the bark and markets. If you have any questions about these findings or any that I missed, as always leave a comment in the post. With that, see you next week for another installment of the UBT.

#bluey #bluey_utime #yoga ball #calypso #the doctor #the claw #markets #couldnt indy eat the sausage still?#out of context lol #pretzel pretzel pretzel pretzel pretzel pretzel pretzel pretzel #🥨#*burp*

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tendercoretroglodyke · 3 years

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started the botw master sword FINAL trials like yesterday and I HATE that you can't save even just to jump out of the trials for a quick break and start back where you left off cos this shit is hard and it takes forever

like so far I've played it in three separate 1+ hour long sessions (a couple MULTIPLE hours long), and im only on level 13... of 20!!! and this is all in one play through!!! I caved and peaked at a guide just to find out how much was left and I SAW what kind of shit it has in store for me and I'm about 98% sure I will NOT make it through to the end, and with each additional hour I devote to these fucking trials just for a measly 10 extra attack points on my favorite sword, with EACH additional hour, the chances I will do something INCREDIBLY stupid when I inevitably die & need to start over rises exponentially!!

#i dont know what stupid means in this context thats the point it will be illogical impulsive and surely destructive in some way #i just. i miss riding around on my little horsey #lookin under rocks... shield surfing...#:(#im in the middle of finals rn i wanna be able to take a break and play a fun low stakes game for a while!#but no i cant play outside of the trials i cant even play another GAME on my switch #cos i have to keep botw pulled up on the pause screen or I'll lose all my progress!!#god forbid the power dies when I'm not looking....#this is so stressful who DESIGNED this??#did they just expect people to carve out a full 24 hours to devote to the final trials??#😤😤😤#botw #master sword trials

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Nervous

Hello! This is honestly just a bunch of fluff (a tiny bit of angst bc Spencer worries about everything) and the reader being very nervous! I am currently writing a sequel to take place directly after this one! Read part two here!

Summary: Reader is arrested by the BAU! Little do they know, she is dating the one agent who is currently on medical leave...

warnings: none!

Word Count: 4954

“Are you sure you can pick her up today?” You are currently running around your apartment, phone held to your ear with your shoulder. You have to be at work in fifteen minutes, but first you have to drop your daughter off at school, and you’re running very late.

“Babe, yes. I’m almost completely healed and I don’t go back to work until tomorrow. I’ll pick her up after school and then meet you at your apartment when you’re done working. Okay?” Thank God for Spencer Reid. He has been on medical leave for 5 days, slowly going insane. But, it meant more time for you and Lily to spend with him, so you’re not complaining.

“That’s perfect, thank you so much! I gotta go, I love you!” You are in such a daze, you don’t stop to think about the three words that just came out of your mouth. You hang up before Spencer can respond as you wrestle with your six year old to put shoes on. Grabbing both of your coats, you run out the door.

You met Spencer Reid 9 months ago when he came into the hospital you work in with a concussion and some pretty bad bruises. It was really a chance meeting. Normally, you don’t even deal with patients because you work in research. But, your best friend asked you to run some lab results to a patient’s room and you couldn’t say no. Dr. Spencer Reid happened to be that patient.

He wasn’t supposed to be in the room, but apparently something happened with the CT schedule, and he was done earlier than expected. So, instead of simply dropping off forms in an empty room, you hit a man with a door. Why he was standing behind the door is still a mystery to you, but you felt awful. This man is in the hospital and to make matters worse, you come along and hit him! With a door! You offered to get him some coffee as an apology, and in his concussed state he said “Only if we can go together.” You’ve since realized that was smoother than he normally acts, but you don’t care. He is the most lovable man you’ve ever met.

You met up for coffee three days later, and have been dating ever since. He met your daughter, Lily, on the second date. They clicked instantly. You knew then and there that you would love this man forever. You have not, however, actually said I love you before this morning. But, you’re still in too much of a rush to stop and think about it… or even realize it happened.

You pull into the parking garage at the hospital 7 minutes late. Honestly, better than you expected. The morning flies by as you work on research grants and hospital studies. All in all, a pretty average day. That is, until you walk back into the building from your lunch break.

You don’t get a lot of visitors in the research wing, so it’s strange to see two pretty official looking individuals at the front desk. It’s even stranger to hear your name come out of one of their mouths.

“Hi there. We are Agents Morgan and Rossi from the FBI. We’re looking Ms. Y/N L/N. Is she here?” That must have been Morgan talking.

Spencer has told you a lot about his team. You feel like you know them all already with how many stories he’s told you. You’ve been hesitant to meet them though because of Lily. You don’t want her to get too attached to him and his friends if things were to go sideways. You haven’t really dated anyone since her father, so you’re a bit nervous. Spencer, of course, completely understands. He just wants you to be happy. It’s hard not to love him even more at the thought.

You are immediately thrown into a panic at the sight of the two agents. Your thoughts are running wild with possibilities. They must be here because something happened to Spencer. Wait. That doesn’t make sense. He’s not even working today.

Your panicked train of thought pulls to a stop when the two agents walk up to you. “Ms. L/N? Can we speak with you for a moment?” You nod, leading them toward your office.

“Of course. My office is just down the hall.” You can’t help but feel nervous at the prospect of meeting Spencer’s coworkers without him. Especially if it has to do with a case they’re working. These are the people he loves most in the world. They are his family. What if they don’t like you? What if they think you’re an idiot? What if they think Spencer can do better? It also doesn’t help that you know they can tell you’re nervous because you know they are profilers. You sit down behind your desk, offering them the seats on the opposite side.

“Ms. L/N, you’re in charge of the research department, correct?” Rossi says it like a question, but he clearly knows the answer.

“That’s right.” You are trying everything you can to get your nerves to settle, but it just isn’t working. You’re basically lying to two human lie detectors, even if it is just by omission.

“So if items were to go missing from this laboratory, you would be responsible for reporting it.” It was Morgan who spoke this time. It’s hard for you to follow their line of questioning. What would go missing? It’s not like you wouldn’t notice if a fume hood suddenly disappeared.

“I suppose so, although it depends on what items. We don’t have a specific inventory of commonly used products like syringes and gauze, we just order more when we get low.” You can’t decide which agent to focus on. Your eyes are flicking nervously between both of them.

“What about human tissue?” When the words come out of Morgan’s mouth, you freeze for just a second. You don’t have any human tissue in the lab, so how would it go missing? Of course, the profilers take the delay in your response to mean something other than confusion.

“We- we don’t use human tissue in this specific laboratory. We focus on small animal models. The other research lab is responsible for human tissue protocols.” You stutter through your words under the harsh glares of the two agents. It is really not helping your nerves.

“Then how do you explain this?” Rossi slides a paper across your desk. It’s housed in a large plastic bag with “EVIDENCE” across the top in big, block letters. It’s a form you have never seen before. The kind someone would fill out to transfer human tissue between labs. Your hands shake as you hold the paper, slowly trying to figure out what it is. You almost puke when you reach the bottom. It has your signature as an approval of the request. You drop the paper as if it has burned you.

“I’ve never- I didn’t- how did-” You’re cut off before you can try to finish your sentence, but you don’t hear what they are saying. You feel the cold click of metal around your wrists, tight enough to just pinch your skin. They lead you back out of the building, to a waiting SUV. You can’t help but be grateful that nobody was there to witness your arrest.

The ride to Quantico is silent. You keep trying to figure out how someone could have signed your name on that form, but you can’t focus. Your mind keeps drifting to memories with Spencer.

You remember your first date in the coffee shop a block away from the hospital. He ordered a black coffee only to pour in an exorbitant amount of sugar. He blushed slightly, as if he was embarrassed by his drink preferences, only for his features to transform into a soft smile as you did exactly the same thing. The two of you talked for hours, only ending the date when you had to go pick up Lily.

You remember running into him in the park with Lily, what you would come to refer to as your second date. He looked ethereal sitting at a table playing chess. Lily ran up to him, or rather the chess board he was sitting in front of, before you could stop her. She wanted to know what the horsey was for. You watched as he patiently explained to the five year old that it was a knight responsible for defending the king.

He told her how it moves on the board. He told her how it was special because it is the only piece that can jump over other pieces. He must have spent 15 minutes talking to her about this one piece. And she was enthralled. When he was done, he looked around to find the child’s parents only to meet your eye. You’ll never forget the way his smile grew when he realized Lily was yours. The three of you spent the rest of the day in the park, playing chess, walking around the pond, and getting to know each other.

You remember the look in his eyes right after he kissed you the first time. You remember how worried you were the first time he was injured on a case. You remember Lily asking you if he could be her daddy, and crying yourself to sleep that night because you wanted that too, more than anything, and you were so scared it wasn’t going to happen.

Then you finally remember he’s picking Lily up from school today. Suddenly, the car ride isn’t so quiet anymore.

“I need to call someone.” The words come out frantic and rushed. You are absolutely sure the expression on your face screams crazy, but this is about your kid, so you really don’t care. You need to call Spencer. Then he’ll come fix this. Explain how you couldn’t possibly be involved. The agent’s response is shorter than you expected.

“Why?” Rossi sounds skeptical when he asks it. You would later suppose that he had a reason to be skeptical of you. Right now though? You didn’t do anything wrong so the whole innocent until proven guilty thing feels a little fake to you at the moment.

“My boyfriend is picking up my daughter from school. I need to call him.” You don’t really know how to tell them said boyfriend is one Dr. Spencer Reid. You weren’t supposed to meet his friends yet and definitely not without him. You aren’t really in the right headspace to be deciding if right now is the best moment to out your relationship.

“If he’s already planning on picking her up, you shouldn’t need to call him.” It feels to you at this moment that they don’t even believe you have a child. Of course, they must know because they have the one and only Penelope Garcia to find out every little thing about you. Before you can say anything else, they are dragging you out of the SUV and into the building. You are pushed through security into an elevator that takes you to the fifth floor. The BAU. You thought the first time you visited Spencer’s work would be a happier occasion. And that he would be here. The whole situation would actually be kind of funny if you weren’t so worried and nervous.

The first thing you say when you are lead through the very intimidating glass doors is “JJ.” You would come to understand why that might earns some stares. The whole room is looking at you as if you have grown another head.

“How do you know my name?” That’s a loaded question. Spencer has showed you pictures of his godson, Henry. JJ happened to be in some of those pictures as he is in fact, her son. Of course, you can’t really articulate that because you are too stressed and nervous to form full sentences. It takes a lot out of a person to be arrested, dragged from their place of work, shoved in a car, driven two hours through DC traffic, and then pulled into the FBI building as a suspect.

Instead of properly calming yourself down until you can form a complete sentence, your eyes go wide and you say “Henry” as if that is enough of an explanation. If looks could kill, you would be dead.

“How do you know my son’s name?” JJ’s words are so harsh, you physically flinch.

“I.. it’s just that… You… Well… I-” You are a loss for words, yet again. You didn’t expect for Spencer’s best friend to ever look at you with such disgust. It’s honestly a little overwhelming to think the people he calls family all currently hate you. Even if they don’t really know who you are.

“Maybe a few hours in here will jog your memory.” And with that you’re left alone to sit in a cold metal chair and stare at your reflection.

Throughout your relationship, Spencer has tried not to worry. You frequently come home from work a bit later than you originally planned, especially if you feel like you got a late start. So, when you don’t enter your apartment right at 5:30, he doesn’t think anything of it. When 6:00 rolls around, he texts you. At 6:30 he calls. By the time it reaches 7:00 and he still hasn’t heard from you, he’s actively pacing your small living room. When his most recent call goes to voicemail, he breaks. He packs up Lily’s stuff and the two of them are on the way to Quantico, finding you being the only thing on his mind.

He replays his favorite moments with you in his mind as he drives from your DC apartment to Quantico. Normally, he’d take the metro, but if you really are missing it’s safer for Lily in the car.

He remembers the look on your face when you realized you hit him with a door. He couldn’t imagine a more beautiful person. You looked so guilty, he felt the need to hug you to tell you it was okay. It was a foreign feeling for him. He’s never been one to physically comfort people. Maybe it was the concussion. It was definitely the concussion that gave him the courage to ask you to coffee.

He remembers the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach when he watched you pour almost as much sugar as him into your coffee. The soft smile on your face as the two of you spent hours talking about anything he could think of to keep the conversation from ending.

He remembers the utter joy he felt upon realizing the five year old who inquired about the horsey on the chess board is your daughter. He remembers how he felt when he looked up, expecting to find an annoyed parent given that he just lectured a five year old on one chess piece for 15 minutes, but was instead met with your kind smile and loving eyes. He loves Lily just as much, if not more than he loves you.

He remembers how you hung up the phone this morning before he could say “I love you too.” And now the thoughts he’s tried so hard to block out are circling in his mind. The words repeating in his head, over and over. What if I never see her again? What if I can’t tell her I love her?

He pulls into the garage, carrying Lily so he can run faster into the building. He puts her down when they finally reach the elevator. She’s been surprisingly calm despite Spencer’s nervous attitude.

“Spencie, where is Momma?” Spencer’s heart constricts at the sound of her sweet voice. He doesn’t know where you are, and it terrifies him.

“We are going to find out! How would you like to see my desk? You can play with the cube I showed you at home!” He pulls a Rubik’s cube out of his satchel, placing it in Lily’s small hands. He guides Lily to his desk, telling her to stay there while he looks for his friends. She looks so tiny in his desk chair, he would stop to take a picture if his phone had that feature.

He finds the team in the round table room. His eyes scan the room, landing on JJ’s concerned expression last. He’s surprised to find Will in the room as well. JJ notices him before anyone else.

“Spence, thank God you’re here. We need fresh eyes.” Before he can protest, Morgan is filling him in on the events that have unfolded.

“We brought a suspect in from DC, and she knew JJ.” Spencer’s eyes go wide. If the team is in trouble, that could be why Y/N was taken.

“When I asked her how she knew me, her only response was ‘Henry.’ Something doesn’t add up.” Movement in the doorway catches everyone’s eye.

“Spencie, did you find Momma yet?” Lily stands in the doorway, looking straight at Spencer.

“Not yet sweetheart. I have some cookies in my bag, why don’t you go back to my desk and eat them, okay?”

“Can I have two?” The little girl holds up two of her tiny fingers, unaware of the confused glances from every adult in the room that isn’t Spencer.

“Of course, sweet pea. Whatever you want. You can even spin around in my chair!” The child nods before running back to Spencer’s desk. Spencer turns around to find all eyes on him. The entire team wears similar expressions of shock and awe.

“Spencie?” Derek questions the nickname.

“Sweetheart?” JJ’s more focused on how Spencer responded.

“Who the heck was that 'sweet pea’ and why have you kept her from me?” Garcia is glaring at Spencer for hiding such a cutie pie from her for however long.

“She’s why I’m here. Well not her, her mother. We’ve been dating for the last 9 months. I picked up Lily from school today. We were supposed to meet back at her apartment, but she never came home. She’s not answering my calls and I don’t know where she could be.” Spencer breaks down as he tries to explain what’s going on. He can’t imagine a world without you in it.

“Reid, give Garcia her phone number to track her location. This could all be related to our case. If someone is targeting the BAU, we will find them.” Hotch’s no nonsense tone calms everyone in the room. Again, movement in the doorway catches everyone’s attention.

“Sir, she keeps saying she can explain everything. I know you said 3 hours, but I think she’s ready now.”

“Thank you, Anderson. We’ll be right there.” The agent leaves without another word. Hotch turns back to continue filling Spencer in on the case. “Reid, we’ve got a suspect in custody. She doesn’t match the profile, but we think she knows something.”

“She mentioned a boyfriend in the car. He might know something too.” Morgan pipes in as well.

“I want to talk to her. If she knows where Y/N is, I have to talk to her.” Spencer is out of the room before anyone can stop him. He’s practically running across the bullpen to get to the interrogation room.

“Y/N?” Morgan questions to the agents left in the round table room.

You are so cold. They must have the air turned down to put you on edge. You have finally calmed yourself down enough to form actual sentences instead of useless mumbling.

“Please. Let me explain! I can tell you everything. Well, not everything, because I don’t know how my signature ended up on that paper, but I can tell you about JJ! And Henry! Let me explain!” You never thought about how weird it would be to know someone could be watching your every move. You feel like you’re talking to nobody as you beg for them to let you explain.

The door flies open with so much force, you fall out of your chair in shock. There are hands on you, pulling you to your feet before you’ve even registered hitting the ground.

“Where is sh- Y/N?” Spencer’s tone of voice changes so quickly your brain can’t follow. You just look into his before you burst into tears.

“Oh thank God. Spencer, I was so scared. I was so nervous when Derek and Rossi came to interview me. I didn’t want them to hate me, you know? Even though they didn’t know who I was. And then I saw JJ, and I got even worse. I mean, she’s your best friend! And she sounded so angry, which was my fault, but I couldn’t even form words to explain myself because I was so sure these people- the people you consider family- were going to hate me and I made everything so much worse. But I-” Spencer knows if he doesn’t cut you off, you’ll ramble endlessly. It’s always like that when you spend too much time alone. As if all the energy you could’ve spent talking to someone pours out of you all at once.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. We can explain everything. I’m so happy to see you. To know you’re okay. God, I love you too.” You turn your tear stained face to look up at him.

“Wha- oh my God. I said that. I didn’t even realize I said it. But it’s true. I love you so much. I can’t imagine a world without you. That’s why I was so nervous about meeting the team. And they wouldn’t let me call you, so I couldn’t ask you what to do.” The two of you continue trying to fill each other in on what has lead you to this moment.

Hotch and JJ make their way into the room without either of you noticing. They both sit down before either speaks. “Reid, I’m going to need you to leave the room.” Spencer turned around with you still in his arms, your head pulled tight to his chest. He glares at his boss before responding. “No. She didn’t do this. The dates from the case file you gave me, they don’t line up. April 17th, we watched the new episode of Doctor Who and spent the rest of the night discussing theories. April 20th, we went to dinner to celebrate Lily’s sixth birthday. April 22nd we watched Tangled with Lily until she fell asleep and then we…” He trailed off, turning a bright shade of pink. You wiggled in his arms, trying to hide the blush on your face as well.

“Spence, where’s Lily?” You know he needs to leave if you are ever actually going to get out of this room.

“She’s at my desk. She looked so tiny in my chair.” He practically has heart eyes as he thinks back to where he left your little girl.

“Why don’t you go tell her you found me? I’ll be okay.” You wipe the remaining tears from your eyes as you sit back down in the cold metal chair. Spencer looks as though he would rather read Twilight again than leave you, but he reluctantly walks out of the room.

You start rambling before the agents get a chance to ask you a question.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve probably wasted so much of your time. I just freaked out when I realized I was meeting Spence’s family. That’s why I know your son’s name.” You turn slightly to look at JJ. “He talks about him all the time, and he’s shown me pictures. I’m so so sorry that you had to worry about your child’s safety because of me. I was just nervous to meet you. That’s why I haven’t met you yet actually. Because I didn’t want Lily to get too attached if something happened and we broke up. Not that I can imagine breaking up with Spencer. I would spend the rest of my life with him if he gave me the chance.” You can feel the tears brimming again. “I really don’t know why my name is on that paper. I never would have signed it! My lab doesn’t use human tissues.” You try to stress that point.

“Ms. L/N, we believe you. We never thought you were responsible, but it was a suspicious situation. You can never be too careful in our line of work.” Hotch still looks extremely serious, but his tone is slightly more relaxed than when he threw you into this room.

“Of course. I would’ve thought I was guilty if I didn’t know the truth. Is there anything I can do to help?” You are so relieved to know they don’t think you’re a crazy murderer.

“We need to ask you a few questions about the people who work in your lab.”

“Oh. Okay.” You have to actively force yourself not to start rambling again.

“Do you know any of these people?” The agent shows you three pictures of young women. They couldn’t be more than 25.

“No…” You can’t put your finger on it, but they look familiar.

“But?” JJ encourages you to continue.

“I’m not sure. They look familiar for some reason.” All three women have brunette hair and green eyes. Their face shapes are even shockingly similar.

“Do you know anyone who looks like these women?” You don’t know how they know that, but you do. They’ve planted the seed, and it instantly grew into a massive oak.

“I do! Her name is Renee. Um... Renee Watkins. She works in the hospital, in the lab where they run blood tests.” You look at the agents with hope in your eyes. Maybe now they’ll let you leave. They both stand up without saying anything else. Hotch leaves first. JJ stares at you for a minute.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just, you’re his best friend. If you hate me, we won’t work. He cares about all of you way too much for me to get in the way of that.” You honestly still feel awful about the unnecessary fear you’ve caused her and her family.

“He cares about you too. He’s been happier than I’ve seen him in years. I knew something was up, but I didn’t want to push him.” You can’t keep your smile off your face at her words. “Let’s forget about all of it. I’m just going to focus on the relief of knowing nobody is after my son.”

“Thank you. I really am so sorry though.” You feel the need to keep apologizing.

“Really, it’s fine. Come with me, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

JJ leads you back to the bullpen. Right as you turn the corner, you can spot Spence playing with Lily and Henry. He’s captivated their attention with a magic trick.

“He’s so good with them.” Almost involuntarily, your hand brushes over your stomach.

“He’s always wanted to be a father.” JJ eyes your hand before giving you a rather pointed look.

“Oh! No, I’m not pregnant.” You let your arm fall back to your side. “He’s just so good with Lily; she asked me if he could be her dad.” You can feel the tears coming again. “I just know that one day I will have that man’s babies.” JJ snorts and suddenly the two of you break out laughing. Your laughter makes enough noise to capture Spencer’s attention, two little pairs of eyes following his lead. All three of them are suddenly running across the room to you and JJ.

Lily jumps into your arms, much as Henry does to JJ. You pull her close, leaning into Spencer as his arms circle around you both. The moment is interrupted when Penelope Garcia comes running into the room.

“I’ve got him. Shane Harrison, 28. He dated Renee Watkins in high school. He was recently fired from his position in the human tissues lab at Children’s National Hospital. There are reports of him breaking in, although nothing was reported stolen due to falsified transfer documents.”

“What made him start killing?” Morgan asks while you and JJ desperately cover the children’s ears.

“Renee recently got engaged. She posted all about her new fiancée on social media. I already texted you the address.” JJ says a rushed goodbye to Will and the team is out the door. Lily runs back over Spencer’s desk with Henry so she can show him the Rubik’s cube.

“Aren’t you going to help them?” You turn to Spencer who hasn’t left your side.

“I think they can manage this one without me. I’m needed somewhere else at the moment.” As if to prove his point, he leans in to kiss you. It’s short and sweet and everything you needed at the moment.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulls the two of you out of your bubble.

“Hi, I’m Penelope Garcia. I’m sure the Genius Doctor has told you all about me.”

“He has indeed. You’re even lovelier in person.” Garcia is just as bright and bubbly as Spencer described her. It makes you smile to think that the team has her never ending positivity while they are surrounded by so much darkness.

“We are having a team gathering at Rossi’s tomorrow night. You should both come. And Lily!” Garcia smiles again before walking away.

“You know that means we have to go, right?” Spencer asks you the obvious question.

“I know honey. You’re afraid of what Garcia could do to you if you get on her bad side.” You laugh at his pout, pulling him down the stairs and over to Lily. It’s about time you all head home.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #Criminal Minds #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #spencer #spencer reid one shot #mgg

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vampireshmampire · 2 years

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Souls, Reunited (Or, It's Not JUST a Horse) ch 1/6

Gregor's not the only one who can be reincarnated. A chance encounter at a stable yard reunites Nandor with his beloved John. But John's current owner is petty and spiteful, and they run the risk of being separated yet again.

Guillermo doesn't like horses, but he does like Nandor (in a friend kind of way, not in--well, not really freind-friend, more, you know, master and familiar, caring about, I mean, y'know). It's up to him to make sure that this time, the story has a happy ending.

“Nandor, where the hell are we going?” Nadja complains. “The theater is the other way!”

Nandor isn’t listening. He strides through the streets with terrible purpose, long legs eating up the distance, without a care for his companions scurrying to keep up. Every now and again he stops and scents the air like a hound, then marches on.

Nadja is the first--besides Nandor--to catch the smell.

“Oh, no,” she groans, pinching her nostrils. “Really?” she demands. “You dragged us away from the festival films for this?”

“Film festival,” Guillermo mutters.

Laszlo sniffs and his whole face screws up in disgust.

“Oh, fantastic. We’ll never get him away now.”

“What? What is it?” Guillermo asks. “I don’t smell anything, what does he smell?”

“Horses,” the couple answers in unison.

The blocks have gotten irregular, have turned into winding streets that are mostly houses, and at last Guillermo smells it: leather, horse hair, and animal shit. Nandor turns a corner, and is out of sight. Laszlo and Nadja have dropped back, interest lost now that they knew the game, but Guillermo--never happy to have his master out of sight for long, for safety reasons if nothing else--speeds up.

A large sign marred by a horse smiling with human teeth announces that they have found ‘Happy Meadows Stable’, although this being Staten Island, there was not a meadow in sight. Despite the hour and the fall chill, there are plenty of people moving around, leading horses, riding horses, existing near horses in that particular horse-person kind of way.

Nandor sets his hands on the fence poles and breathes in deeply, eyes fixed on the animals moving by. His gaze is hungry, but not in the usual way. It’s less primal thirst and more...longing.

“Master?” Guillermo asks, trying to sound like he isn’t out of breath. “What are we doing here?”

“Look at them all,” Nandor says, voice filled with wonder. “I didn’t know so many people still rode horses.”

“For most of them it’s a hobby,” Guillermo says, leaning against the fence, imitating his master’s pose. “Usually rich people and kids. And rich kids.” He drums his fingers, debating whether or not he should say it. Nandor would certainly appreciate it. He would definitely enjoy it. Maybe he hasn’t ridden a horse in a hundred years or so, but he is a vampire--it wasn’t like he could get seriously hurt.

It’s everybody else’s safety Guillermo is concerned about.

“You know,” Guillermo says at last. “They’d probably let you ride one if you paid--”

Nandor’s entire face lights up with a smile so dazzling that Guillermo briefly forgets how to breathe. And Guillermo had made him smile like that, with such a small thing, just a few words--

“Blow that,” Laszlo says, behind them, and Nandor scowls at him. “No way, I’m not missing out on my boy Maxie in his sexiest role ever so you can go playing around in horse shit. Nadja?"

"It's Nosferatu, not Nosfer-horse-too," Nadja says, and it must be love that makes Laszlo smile.

"Excellent wordplay, my dear. Gizmo?”

“No, I’m definitely going to stay here and make sure this doesn’t go horribly wrong,” he says, though he knows if Nandor really gets it into his head to re-enact the good old days, there is little Guillermo can do to stop him.

With a flutter of wings, Guillermo is left to lead the way into the main office. It doesn’t smell any less horsey in here. They catch a couple of odd looks--well, Nandor does--but what else was new?

“What are they wearing?” Nandor whispers to Guillermo, staring at a gaggle of teenagers passing by, giving them much the same look they’re giving him.

“Uhh...riding pants? Riding boots? Helmets?”

“I’m not wearing any of those,” Nandor says, stiffly.

Guillermo’s imagination cannot even conjure up the image.

“No, master.” A horrible thought occurs. “You are going to wear pants, though, right? Like...any pants? At all?”

Nandor gives him a haughty look.

“I do not ride naked, Guillermo.”

And that is an image his imagination can, and does, conjure up.

The woman at the front desk looks up as they approach. Guillermo can see the quick calculations going on in her head, and in the end it is Guillermo’s eyes she meets when she says “And what can I do for you gentlemen tonight?”

“Do you rent horses?” Guillermo asks. “Or, uh, loan?”

Guillermo is not a horse person. It’s nothing against horses specifically; he’s uncomfortable with any animal more than half his size. It was hard to be at ease around something that could kick you to death with its feet on a whim.

“You mean for riding lessons?”

Nandor’s eyes blaze with indignation. He draws himself up and hisses “I--”

“--have plenty of experience with horses,” Guillermo interjects, earning himself an irritated look that he ignores. “He just wants to ride one for a few hours.”

The answer, fortunately, was yes. Normally you had to schedule it in advance, but a quick glower and hand wave and jolt of hypnosis from Nandor, and they are being led out back towards the stables.

“You’re pretty tall,” the employee says. His nametag reads 'Timothy - Groom'. “So we’ll put you on Magna.”

“This is a stallion?”

“A mare. The stable doesn’t keep stallions. We have a few that are boarding here, but we don’t rent them out to people. Stallions can be too unpredictable.”

Nandor snorts derisively, sounding not unlike a horse himself.

“If your riders are not strong enough to manage a real horse they should not be riding in the first place.”

“...Right. Ok. How about, you guys wait right here, and I’ll go get the horse for you, great, ok, be right back.”

The young man hurries away, glancing back over his shoulder at them.

Unconcerned, the vampire shrugs off his coat and hands it to Guillermo, who in turn hands Nandor a hair tie (he always keeps at least a few on him, in case a feeding frenzy gets particularly messy).

“I am not dressed appropriately,” Nandor says, twisting his hair up into what Guillermo does not --cannot--think of as a manbun. “But it will do for tonight. When we get home I will need you to find my riding clothes. They are in the house. Somewhere.”

“Yes, Master.”

He would look for them during the day, and if they turned out to be something that would very definitely get them un-invited to the stable, he would un-find them and get Nandor something from this decade.

Don’t think about him in jeans, don’t think about him in jeans, don’t-- too late.

“Here we go,” Guillermo says, cheerfully, trying to focus on the dark brown horse Timothy is leading down the...hallway? Aisle? Was there a special word for it? Probably. Horse people practically had their own language.

Timothy holds out the reins, but Nandor doesn’t take them. He examines the horse critically.

“This horse is dead,” he says at last. Both Guillermo and Timothy look at each other.

“No, she’s not?” Timothy says, framing it as a question.

“Look at her! She is practically asleep where she stands! She has no spirit! She is barely alive! No offense,” he adds, to the horse, patting it on the neck. “You would be very good at pulling carts.”

Then he glares at Timothy and stalks down the hallway, examining the horses in their stalls as Guillermo and the groom hurry after him.

“I can find you a different horse,” Timothy calls. “Sir? Sir!”

Nandor halts in front of a stall containing a large horse with a reddish-brown coat. It eyes him suspiciously.

“This one,” he says. To Guillermo’s eye, the two horses are identical, except for the color.

“Oh no,” Timothy says. “You don’t want Bastion, she’s really picky about who she lets ride her. You have to get to know her first.”

Nandor ignores him, and slides the stall door open. The horse takes a wary step back, but Nandor begins to speak in a soft, soothing tone that Guillermo has never, ever heard from him before.

“Good girl. Such a pretty girl; a strong girl.” He steps into the stall and holds out a hand, flat. The horse noses his fingers and lets out a snort. Nandor begins to stroke the horse’s forehead. It swishes its tail peacefully.

“What the fuck,” whispers Timothy.

“Yes, you are not picky, you have pride. You are too good to be mounted by any bow-legged peasant with a saddle. Only the deserving may touch you.” He holds out a hand and twitches his fingers. “Guillermo, the bridle.”

Timothy pulls it down from the hook and passes it to Guillermo, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene before him. .

“She bit Jerry last week and he’s been here for a year.”

Guillermo stretches his arm out, trying to get the bridle to Nandor without taking a step into the stall. The horse turns its head and eyes him, rumbling in its chest. Nandor shushes it and takes the bridle, sliding it on over the horse’s nose.

“Let us show them how it is done. We shall ride like warriors of old, with death at our heels.”

Without warning, Nandor swings himself up onto the horse’s bare back. The motion is so smooth and so practiced, Guillermo knows Nandor could do that long before he had any vampiric flight at his disposal.

“Uh, do you want a saddle…?” Timothy asks. Nandor gives him a haughty look.

“I am not actually riding into battle. I do not need a saddle for trotting around in a circle.” He digs in his heels and lets out a triumphant “hyah!”

Guillermo, Timothy, and the unwanted horse barely have time to scramble out of the way as Nandor and Bastion erupt from the stall, flying down the hall towards the open doors. He disappears from view, but Guillermo can hear the screams of humans and horses alike as Nandor careens through the stable.

“Dude, what the fuck,” Timothy says.

“I’m gonna be honest,” Guillermo says, “this is a new one.”

#nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #jahan the horse #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandermo #(eventually)#souls reunited (or it's not just a horse)

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is there any way to make having a horse more affordable? honestly I'll probably never be able to have a horse but when I was younger I was able to take some lessons and I always miss having a horse so it's nice to sit and plan out a fake future where I can afford one.

Yes, there are ABSOLUTELY ways to own and enjoy horses without being rich!

I think people who aren’t a part of the horse world tend to think of the $100,000 hunter jumpers and assume that everyone with horses is super wealthy, but that’s just not true.

I live in a rural, working class area and the vast majority of my horse friends here are just normal people, but a part of why we can afford to have horses is that we live here and not somewhere more expensive. Board at the stable down the street from me starts at $200 a month, whereas when I lived in Michigan $650 a month for stall board was a STEAL. This is a horsey area, so horses, tack, board, etc., tend to come cheaper than they would in a non-horsey area. You sacrifice some big city comforts living in a rural lower COL area (god do I miss sushi!) but it significantly drops the cost of being involved with horses.

If you’re somewhere where that’s not an option, getting involved with a local stable offers a lot of great opportunities to reduce the costs. I used to clean stalls and help out around the barn in exchange for lessons, and I have friends who do the same in exchange for reduced board.

Leasing a horse is also a GREAT option for enjoying horses with a lower financial commitment. There are a ton of different arrangements in terms of riding time, costs, etc., but I always recommed leasing first to people who haven’t owned a horse before or are worried about the financial commitment.

I also almost never buy anything new! Another benefit of living in a horsey area is that there are always people selling secondhand tack, blankets, even fencing for way less than new. I’ve even learned some leather working and repair skills so I can refurbish damaged tack I get for super cheap and make it nice again!

You don’t have to have a billion dollar warmblood and thousand dollar boots to enjoy horses! I hope these tips help make your horse dreams feel a little more attainable! ❤️

#horses #ask #horseblr #farmblr #farm #equestrian #horseback riding

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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Going Home - Single Dad!Charlie x Owen

THIS IS PART 7 OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES, YOU CAN FIND THE OTHER PARTS HERE

Request: none

Word Count: 1630 words

Summary: Part 7 of Single Dad!Charlie and part 2 of Oklahoma, Charlie and Margaux spend their last day with Owen, but it doesn’t go exactly as planned

Warnings: swearing plus i think everyone knows at this point but this does include romantic (pining idiots) chowen, remember this is fictional, if you dont like that just dont read :)

A/N: time for a little bit of angst? i think so! literally wrote this in about 2 hours last night so if it’s not great that’s why hahaha anyways heres part 2 of oklahoma, enjoy !

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Charlie and Margaux’s four days in Oklahoma passed quickly, and before Charlie knew it he was waking up on the morning of their last day.

And like every morning for their time in Oklahoma, Charlie woke up curled into Owen’s chest, the taller boy’s arms wrapped around him tightly. Charlie didn’t know how he was going to be able to sleep without Owen beside him.

“Owen.” Charlie whispered quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair off Owen’s forehead and placing a soft kiss on his jaw. Owen’s eyelids fluttered as he stirred.

“Hmm?” He mumbled. Charlie kissed his cheek.

“Wake up. We leave in a few hours.”

“Stay.” Owen squeezed him tighter, placing a sleepy kiss on Charlie’s forehead. Charlie sighed at the contact.

“You know we can’t.” He said softly. Owen opened his eyes for the first time, giving Charlie his best puppy eyes.

“Please?” He begged.

“O...” Charlie hesitated, wishing he could say yes but he knew they had to go home.

“It’s fine.” Owen sighed, shutting his eyes. “Go back to California and leave me here.”

“Why don’t you come with us?” Charlie questioned.

“To LA?” Owen asked, his eyes opening again. Charlie nodded.

“Yeah. We can get an apartment together, just like in Vancouver, so that way you’ll be with me...” He cleared his throat. “I mean, with Margaux, all the time. Or you could just stay at our current place and share my bedroom, I wouldn’t mind. I kinda really like waking up with you.”

“I'll have to think about it, if that’s okay?” Owen replied. Charlie smiled softly.

“Of course it’s okay.” He agreed. Owen smiled.

“Thanks.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, before Charlie spoke up again.

“I did actually have something to ask you though.” He said, and Owen raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He prompted.

“Mags and I are staying in LA for Christmas this year, just the two of us, and I was hoping you’d join us? Margaux would love to have you there... Fuck it, I would love to have you there too.” Charlie explained. Owen stared at him for a few moments, and Charlie could practically see the gears turning in his brain.

“You want me to spend Christmas with you?” He asked after a moment.

“Only if you want to of course.” Charlie said quickly, and Owen bit his lip.

“I don’t know Char, I’ve never celebrated Christmas away from my family before.” He admitted.

“Oh, then in that case, don’t worry.” Charlie gave him a small smile.

“Charlie...” Owen said softly, but Charlie shook his head, silencing the younger boy.

“It’s fine, I just thought I’d offer.” He said. Owen frowned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“No need to apologise.” Charlie told him, trying to ignore the stinging feeling of rejection in his chest. He knew that if he was in Owen’s position he probably wouldn’t want to spend Christmas away from his family either. But Charlie was in a different place to Owen, he has his own family, and as long as he was with Margaux for Christmas it didn’t matter where he was. Maybe they should come back to Oklahoma for Christmas...

“Should we, uh, should we get breakfast?” Owen questioned, shaking Charlie out of his thoughts and Charlie realised they had been laying in silence while he thought. He cleared his throat.

“Sounds good.” He answered.

Owen rolled out of his bed without another word, stepping over Margaux’s sleeping body to leave the room. Charlie sighed, watching him go.

Once again he’d overstepped and freaked Owen out. Great way to end their trip.

Two hours later Charlie was fully packed, and had agreed to let Margaux take Bindi for one last walk before they left.

He put her padded coat on, since it was quite chilly outside, and with a glance towards the kitchen to see if Owen was joining them, Charlie ushered Margaux and Bindi out of the house.

“Daddy, will Bindi forget me?” Margaux questioned as they left the driveway. Charlie shook his head, holding tightly to Margaux’s hand, her other hand holding Bindi’s lead.

“Of course not baby. How could she forget her bestest little friend?” He reassured the four year old. Margaux nodded, satisfied.

“Will she miss me?” She asked.

“I bet she will.” Charlie agreed.

“I’m gonna miss her.” Margaux pouted.

“Me too. We’ll come back and see her soon, okay?” Charlie told her, once again considering a change of Christmas plans.

“Okay.” Margaux agreed happily.

Charlie laughed slightly as Bindi tugged Margaux along the path, the four year old struggling slightly to keep the large dog from pulling her over.

“Daddy?” Margaux spoke again as they reached the end of the street.

“Yeah?” Charlie replied, checking for cars before leading Margaux and Bindi across the road.

“Can we get a puppy?” Margaux asked, and Charlie hesitated.

“We don’t really have room for a puppy baby.” He told her. She pouted for a few seconds before a new idea hit her.

“Oh. What about a horsey?” She asked, eyes wide, and Charlie grinned.

“I think horseys need a little bit of room too. Why don’t we think a little bit smaller?” He suggested, already knowing that the second they arrived in LA they would be making a trip to the pet store.

“A pony?” Margaux frowned and Charlie laughed.

“Bit smaller. And if you say a baby pony I’m gonna tickle you so much.” He teased and Margaux squealed.

“No tickles.” She giggled.

“What about if we get a fishy? Does that sound good?” Charlie suggested, and Margaux considered it for a few seconds.

“A blue one?” She asked, and Charlie smiled.

“I’m sure we can find a blue one.” He agreed.

“Yay!” Margaux cheered. “Bindi, I’m getting a fishy.”

They stopped at a park, Margaux and Bindi running around together until Margaux got tired and came back over to Charlie, Bindi trailing behind her. Charlie picked her up with ease, Bindi’s lead in his other hand, and started the walk back to Owen’s parents house.

“Let’s go back to Papa’s house and get ready to go home.” Charlie said as they walked. Margaux whined.

“Don’t wanna go home.” Margaux mumbled, her face pressed into Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie sighed.

“Me neither baby, me neither.”

The ride to the airport was quiet, the only sound Margaux happily singing along to the Julie and the Phantoms soundtrack that she had requested Owen put on for her. They pulled into the parking lot and once the car was stopped Charlie took a deep breath.

“I guess we’ll see you around then.” He said, his voice sounding flat. Owen frowned.

“You don’t want me to walk you in?” He asked. Charlie shrugged.

“Figured you didn’t want to, since you haven’t spoken to me since this morning.” He replied and Owen’s eyes narrowed.

“You didn’t make much effort to talk to me either. You left on a walk without even asking if I wanted to join.” His tone was cold.

“I’m not fighting with you in front of...” Charlie trailed off, glancing in the rear view mirror at Margaux, who seemed oblivious to their argument, too busy peering out the window to see the planes.

“I’m coming in.” Owen stated, unclipping his seatbelt. Charlie rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He grumbled.

“No need to sound so fucking enthusiastic.” Owen muttered, and Charlie shook his head as Owen climbed out of the car to grab the bags.

Charlie opened his mouth to reply but shut it quickly, not wanting to cause more drama. When he had thought about leaving Owen again, he really didn’t picture it going quite like this.

They sat at the gate in silence until finally the announcement came that it was time for Margaux and Charlie to board the plane.

“Okay baby, say bye to Papa.” Charlie instructed as he stood up. Margaux wrapped her arms around Owen from her position in his lap.

“Bye Papa, I love you.” She said. Owen hugged her back, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“Love you too darling. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He replied, and Margaux looked up at him with big eyes.

“Promise?” She asked. Owen nodded.

“Promise.” He replied.

Owen stood up, placing Margaux on the ground and she looked at her father expectantly.

“What?” Charlie asked, seeing the look on her face.

“Say bye to Papa.” She prompted and Charlie shook his head at her bossiness.

“Bye Owen.” He said simply. Owen sighed.

“Bye Charlie.” He replied.

“Don’t forget to hug.” Margaux said, and Charlie couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face. He pulled Owen in, wrapping his arms around the taller boy.

“I’m sorry.” Owen mumbled into his neck. Charlie shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have overreacted.” He replied. Letting Owen go, Charlie gave him a sad smile.

“I’m gonna miss you.” He admitted.

“I think I’m gonna miss you two more.” Owen replied. His eyes flicked to Charlie’s lips for a second, and with a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching them, he lent in, placing a quick kiss on Charlie’s lips. Charlie’s eyes widened, but before he could respond Owen was pulling away.

“Ew.” Margaux mumbled and Charlie chuckled. He took her hand, knowing that they had to get on the plane before he either decided to stay or jumped on Owen to kiss him senseless. He figured the airport probably wasn’t the best place for that. They made it to the flight attendants who scanned their boarding passes.

“Charlie!” Owen called, just as they were about to head down the tunnel to the plane, and Charlie turned back around. Owen gave him a massive grin before speaking again.

“I’ll see you for Christmas.”

#single dad!charlie series #single dad!charlie #single dad!charlie x owen #charlie gillespie #owen patrick joyner #chowen

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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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Love, Uncle Sy

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle) Pairing: N/A Warnings: It’s so fluffy! Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: I had fun with Sy and Willow, making Christmas cookies, so I brought them back for some adorable birthday fluff.

Henry Cavill Master List

Saturday morning, sun barely above the horizon and Sy was wide awake. As usual, his morning began in the kitchen, a pot of coffee perfuming the room while accompanied by the humid scent of dishwasher and frying bacon. He'd woke this morning, tossing and turning, a cold sweat cresting his brow. Nothing a shower and a soothing meditation tape wouldn't temporarily fix. Had he not been woke by the nightmares, Sy would have planned to sleep in – or his version of sleeping in, at least.

Waking from a nightmare on your birthday, should be criminal. Never the less, he had work to do once breakfast was over. In a few hours, he had to pack his truck with a few party favours and drive over to the local horse farm where his niece took lessons every Saturday morning. While Sy was turning older than he cared to remember, today was his niece's seventh birthday.

The grizzled Army vet loved all of his nieces and nephews, but Willow was certainly his favourite. She was his mini-me. His tiny partner in crime. His shadow, and the light of his life. From the moment Sy had held his birthday twin, he'd been in love. His heart was melting and there was nothing that he wouldn't do for that child.

Calling the dog back inside, he gave a scratch behind the ears. Plating his bacon and a piece of toast, saving a few pieces to cool as a treat for the faithful canine. Checking his watch, Sy frowned, 6AM was a little too early to call his birthday girl. He'd have to wait until he saw her later this morning, when he would also be presenting her with the most perfect present in the world.

Around 10AM Sy's truck was packed with a few birthday banners, balloons, cupcakes, and a giant pink sparkly bow. Willow's lesson ended at 11:30, if he wanted to get there and allow his sister time to set up then he had to hurry. Sy couldn't wait to see his niece's face, when he presented her with the present that he'd bought her. He could picture it now, her eyes shining and that adorable smile, ear to ear, squealing in pure delight.

Arriving while Willow was busy cleaning her tack, Sy managed to get somewhat set up. A kind parent helping to set up made it easier on Sy. One last thing to get from the truck and they were set. Sy shut the door, the case of cupcakes in his arm. Walking back to the surprise location, the last thing he'd expected when he stepped inside the barn was Willow running towards him, tears streaming down her face, sniffling and trying to contain the sobs of anguish. Stopping in his tracks, Sy removed his sunglasses, intercepting the little girl rushing towards him at the speed of light.

“Uncle Sy,” Willow rushed her uncle, tears in her eyes. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she sniffled.

“Hey Wispy, what's wrong Bub?” Sy stroked the back of her head, the braided pig tails messed from their time under her helmet.

“Oh Uncle Sy.” She wailed, bottom lip trembling. A child crying on their birthday was never a good sign. Squatting down to be the same height as his niece, Sy wiped her eyes. “Checkers.”

“What about him?”

“He's,” hiccup, “he...” she sobbed. “He's sold.”

Biting his bottom lip, Sy felt for the little girl. He wished they could have told her before now, but that would have ruined the entire birthday surprise. Of course her favourite pony had sold, the second Sy had heard that the striking spotted pony had a price tag, he called and negotiated the sale. Checkers had sold nearly two weeks ago, his new owner none the wiser that the pony even belonged to her – at her Uncle's request.

Aimee and Mike had been discussing buying their daughter her own pony, though funds and the right pony were never aligned. When Sy heard that the favourite lesson pony was going to be sold, he discussed it with his sister and knew what he had to do.

Seeing Willow sobbing uncontrollably was going to make the reveal that much sweeter. Even so, knowing something his niece did not, seeing her in such a state broke Sy's heart.

“Oh Wispy,” Sy soothed her, bringing her in for a tight hug. “I know it hurts now, but just think, Checkers is going to have a little girl of his very own. Don't ponies deserve a good home and all the love?”

“Yeah, but I'm going to miss him. I wish I could have him. I would love him forever, Uncle Sy.”

“I know bub, I know.” Gently giving her a squeeze, Sy let her go rubbing the tears away from her cheeks. “How 'bout you go finish putting your things away, then come find me and we can give Checkers some treats and tell him what a good pony he is?”

“Okay.” Willow nodded, hiccupping through a new batch of silent tears.

Close one. Sy stood, blowing out a heavy breath.

He had to hurry, if he wanted to be set up by the time Willow came back. He picked up the case of cupcakes. Delicately arranged in the shape of a pony, of course. Sy had worked hard baking, decorating, and creating the perfect birthday treat. Walking through the aisle of the small riding facility, Sy smiled seeing his sister and nephew waiting at the party site.

They had arranged to meet up after Willow's lesson, catching a few of her horsey friends before they left. Parents happy to wait for an extra hour to help the little girl celebrate her birthday. Sending Willow to the car to put her things away had been the only way Sy could get her far enough away to make their plan work.

“Sy, Happy birthday.” Aimee hugged her brother tightly. Careful not to squish the container of cupcakes that he held.

“Thank ya.” He kissed her cheek, smiling wide. Nodding to Ben, who would rather be anywhere else right now. “Wispy was pretty upset,” he commented glancing over at the pony who was standing in a holding paddock near by. “I nearly broke, Aim.”

“Oh god,” Aimee rolled her eyes, “who knew all it took to break the soldier was a crying child.”

“She's gutted,” He frowned, setting the cupcakes down on a small table decorated with a pink birthday sign, matching plates, and cups.

“Won't be for long,” Ben shrugged.

“Sure you and Mike are okay with this?” Eyeing his sister, Sy smirked adjusting his cap.

“Well, we kind of need to be. It's not like we've a choice.”

“Course you do, if you don't want the pony, I am sure Checkers and I would get on fine.” laughing, Sy took a good look at the pony who was content to eat the hay he'd been given. The big sparkly pink bow around his neck didn't seem to hinder him any. “He's a good looking boy.”

“I'd like to see you on that pony.” Her laughing intensified, Aimee snorted slapping Sy in the arm.

Her giant of a brother would look insane on the pony, even if Checkers was on the bigger end of being a pony. Hell, the last time she'd seen Sy ride he was maybe twelve, before girls and other interests had taken over his attention. Back then he would have loved to have his own pony. Their parents had allowed Aimee to begin taking lessons, when Sy had tagged along, insisting that he be allowed to ride too. Fearless, the six year old climbed onto the horse assigned to him and didn't bother to look back. For a few years everyone had began to assume that he'd eventually end up in high school rodeo, after that he'd find a woman and settle down on a farm somewhere.

Heh. What a life that would have been. A wife and kids were evidently not in the cards for this Syverson. He loved his nieces and nephews, but the scars his life bore, it would be unfair to condemn a child to a father who was broken and haunted by war. Clouds settling in his mind, Sy cleared his throat bringing himself back to the present matter at hand. Tormenting his sister.

“I happen to be a fine rider.” Winking at Ben; Sy nudged his sister. “I remember being a much better rider than some others that I know.”

“Shut up, I was a good rider.” Defending herself, Aimee stuck her tongue out at him.

“I know you were, but I was better that's all.” grinning from ear to ear, Sy ruffled his sister's hair, checking his watch. Willow was still missing, unlike her. “Should I go find Wispy? Bring her over?”

“Uh, yeah. If you don't mind.” Aimee nodded, checking her watch. The car had been unlocked, there was no obvious reason for her daughter to be held up.

Walking to the parking area, Sy laid his sights on the suv belonging to his sister. The doors were all shut and no sign of Willow. His truck, parked beside it was also vacant. In the back of the suv, Willow's stuff was tossed in. It looked like she had thrown it and ran.

“Wispy?” his heart began to thump when the car was clear. Logically, Sy knew that she couldn't have gone far. The soldier in him told Sy that there was no need to panic. The uncle side tried to take over his wildest imagination. No, sir he was not allowing those thoughts in. Listening for a moment, he took a deep breath steadying his heart and calming the pounding in his veins. “Willow?”

Behind him, he could hear a rustling in the grass. All the dogs were around the back and this was too big to be a barn cat. Following the noise around the corner of the shed, Sy's heartbeat returned to normal finding Willow sitting in the grass. Knees to her chin, her face stained with tears, her jeans dirty, boots covered in dust.

“You coming, birthday girl?”

“Uncle Sy?” Willow sighed, rubbing her hands against her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“My heart hurts. Is this what it's like when you have a broken heart?”

“Wispy, bub.” Sinking down to sit beside her on the grass, Sy felt his chest tighten. Wishing that Aimee had never mentioned the sale.

“I miss him already.”

“I know, but for now he's still here and he wants those carrots that I brought.” Trying his best to encourage his tiny shadow, Sy smiled. “If we go see him now, it means we get to spend more time enjoying Checkers than worrying. We can't predict tomorrow.”

Leaning into her uncle, Willow sighed. “But why did he have to sell? I love him, I don't want him going to a new home and on my birthday.”

“Oh Wispy,” Sy kissed the top of her head. He wanted to tell her, reassure her that Checkers wasn't going anywhere, but he didn't want to ruin the surprise just yet. “Honestly, bub, I don't know what to tell you. What I can tell you is that it won't always hurt.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now, your ma is waiting for us. Some of your friends have stayed, too. There are cupcakes.”

“Really? But I thought we were going to feed Checkers.”

“We are, after. I wasn't supposed to tell you about the cupcakes, but I even made them myself for you. Come on, let's go enjoy the day. It's our birthday! No tears on our birthday.” Standing, Sy held his hand out to Willow.

Grasping her Uncle's hand, she squeaked when he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. Laughing hysterically, Willow flopped around on his back, bracing herself with her elbows as he walked through the yard.

Seeing Sy with Willow over his shoulder, Aimee instructed Ben to grab Checkers and have him ready for his sister. Whatever. Ben crawled through the wooden fence, clipping a pink lead line onto the pony and coaxing him away from he hay. His sister was about to lose her mind. Straightening the bow, Ben smiled fondly at the thought of how happy his little sister would be.

“Happy Birthday, Wispy!” Sy announced setting her down, back to Checkers.

“Is this all mine?” Willow's eyes were wide as she stared up at her uncle.

“Sure is.” Nodding, Sy smiled with pride.

A few of the kids who had stayed were giddy with anticipation. Wishing their friend a happy birthday, waiting for the big moment. Turning to look at her mom, Willow spotted her brother with the pony. More tears in her eyes, she began to loudly sob. Her body shaking, words escaping her. Kneeling down beside his niece, Sy sniffed back his own tears.

“Happy birthday, Willow. He's all yours.”

“M-mine?”

“Yeah sweetheart, Checkers is all yours. If you want him.”

“I do. I really do, I love him so much.” Willow rushed the gate, fumbling to undo the latch. Frustrated she darted under the fence, throwing her arms around the pony's neck, hugging him tightly. “My own pony,” She whispered, causing Ben to smile. Handing his sister the lead line, Ben took a step back allowing his mom to take photo of the moment.

“Send me a copy, will ya Aims.” Sy wiped his hand across his eyes, putting his sunglasses on to hide the tears.

“You big softie.” Aimee nudged him. “Go on, get in the photo with them.” She urged her brother.

Stepping into the small paddock, unlatching the gate – unlike his niece and nephew there was no way in hell Sy was darting through the fence boards. He stood next to Willow for a moment, stroking the spotted neck of the content pony. Whispering softly to Checkers about what a good sport he'd been.

“I can't believe it.” whispering, Willow looked up at her uncle. “He's all mine.”

“He sure is, bub.” Holding out his arms Sy smiled when Willow rushed into them. Hugging her uncle tightly. Scooping her up, Sy took the lead line from her, holding Checkers beside them while Aimee took some photos. “Happy birthday, Wispy.” Sy smiled kissing her cheek.

“Happy birthday, Uncle Sy. Sorry that I didn't get you a pony.” Willow kissed his cheek, hugging her arms around his neck.

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jackoshadows · 3 years

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While developing characters, writers use certain literary tools to add depth to these characters and advance the plot.

Literary Foils and Mirrors

This is arguably the simplest of the devices. Foil characters share few or no values or traits. Maybe one character is lazy and boring, and his best friend is energetic and a go-getter. These are foil characters. Put them together, and they’ll highlight each other’s strengths and weaknesses. The most common foil characters are the heroes and villains, who stand for different values and want to achieve separate goals.

Mirror characters are used for a similar purpose. They tend to share several qualities and are used to complement and highlight each other’s traits. Common mirror characters embark on parallel plots, sometimes to achieve a single goal, which tests them and highlights their traits in different ways.

Arya Stark and Sansa Stark for example are literary foils.

Arya was one of the first characters created. Sansa came about as a total opposite b/c too many of the Stark family members were getting along and familes aren’t like that. Thus, Sansa was created; he ended by saying they have deep issues to work out. - GRRM

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You may be as different as the sun and the moon - Ned Stark, AGoT

Foils have contrasting personalities, a different set of values and are often used to highlight a character’s particular qualities. Snobby Sansa is used to highlight Arya’s socializing with the smallfolk and non-conformist Arya is used to highlight that Sansa is a proper lady. Arya rushes to help the butcher’s boy, Sansa is more concerned for the prince.

And then we have the mirror characters who share similar traits and qualities, again used to highlight and complement our characters. They may have parallel plots, give hints and clues as to how one characters journey could end the same or be different to the other.

In ASoIaF, Arya Stark and Lyanna Stark are mirror characters, in that, the author is using a tertiary character like Lyanna to complement and give us more information about our main character Arya.

“Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.”

“Lyanna was beautiful,” Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya. - Arya, AGoT

So here the author gives us some information about how Arya might look in the future as well as demonstrates Arya’s low self-esteem with regards to her appearance.

Lyanna is used to highlight Arya’s interest in wielding a sword:

Beyond, in a clearing overlooking the river, they came upon a boy and a girl playing at knights. Their swords were wooden sticks, broom handles from the look of them, and they were rushing across the grass, swinging at each other lustily. "Arya?" she called out incredulously. Joffrey glanced from Arya to Sansa and back again. "Your sister?" She nodded, blushing. - Sansa, AGoT

Now two children danced across the gods wood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. - Bran, ADwD

Bran sees a vision that parallels Arya/Mycah and even Arya/Bran with Lyanna and Benjen. Notice how Sansa is both incredulous and embarrassed at Arya dueling with Mycah - highlighting the differences between Arya and Sansa and at the same time paralleling Arya and Lyanna.

Horse riding.

You ride like a northman, milady,” Harwin said when he’d drawn them to a halt. “Your aunt was much the same. Lady Lyanna. But my father was master of horse, remember.” - Arya, AGoT

It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. - Arya, AGoT

Notice how Arya and Lyanna are paralleled to highlight that Arya is a good horse rider, like the Northerners. And again, notice the contrast to Sansa. One character is a mirror here and one character a foil.

And again, with the flowers:

Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. […] “I bring her flowers when I can,” he said. “Lyanna was … fond of flowers.” - Ned. AGoT

Then to Sansa she said, “When we were crossing the Neck, I counted thirty-six flowers I never saw before, and Mycah showed me a lizard-lion.” - Sansa, AGoT

One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse. - Sansa, AGoT

Text that is used to mirror Arya and Lyanna as liking flowers. We have Ned taking flowers to Lyanna and Arya bringing flowers to Ned. And again we have Sansa disparaging this. Mirrors and foils.

We have Arya and Lyanna stepping in to help people. Mirrors used to highlight Arya’s personality.

“Stop it!” Arya screamed. She grabbed up her fallen stick. Arya swung with both hands. There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince’s head - Sansa, AGoT

They shoved him down every time he tried to rise, and kicked him when he curled up on the ground. But then they heard a roar. ‘That’s my father’s man you’re kicking,’ howled the she-wolf.” The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all. - Bran, ASoS

Arya and Lyanna step in to help their father’s men and people like Howland Reed and Mycah. Sansa stepped in to help her Lannister prince.

Lyanna is deemed wilful and wild and comparisons are made to Arya.

“She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.” - Arya, AGoT

And Arya … he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. - Jon, AGoT

“[…] This willfulness of yours, the running off, the angry words, the disobedience … at home, these were only the summer games of a child. Here and now, with winter soon upon us, that is a different matter. It is time to begin growing up.” Arya, AGoT

So we get a warning for Arya that her predecessor with a similar personality had a tragic ending. Will Arya head down the same path or will she make different choices from her mirror character?

And then there is Arya’s relationship with Lyanna’s son Jon Snow. The fact that Arya, Jon and Lyanna all look the same - and have the Stark look.

I think the writing in the books makes it clear that Arya and Lyanna are literary mirrors and Arya/Lyanna are literary foils to Sansa.

In what way is Lyanna a mirror for Sansa? How does Lyanna in any way complement Sansa as a character? What information about Sansa do we get from the Lyanna call backs in the text? What can we glean about Sansa’s personality and how she would react from Lyanna’s traits? There is no information about any of this in the books.

Which is why it’s baffling when some sections of fandom keep talking about the many parallels between Sansa and Lyanna. There are no parallels here, none.

We first hear of Lyanna when Robert mentions that unlike his failed engagement to Ned’s sister, this time around, Ned’s daughter and Robert’s son can marry to unite house Baratheon and Stark. This is GRRM setting up the scenario to subvert tropes.

Readers expect that Lyanna is a Sansa like character but as we keep reading, it’s revealed that the daughter who is similar to Lyanna is Arya and not Sansa. Even Arya is surprised when Ned tells her that it is she who will have Lyanna’s beauty.

Lyanna and Robert do not get married because Lyanna went against the wishes of her family. Meanwhile Sansa wanted to marry Joffrey against the wishes of her father. Character foils. If anything the Robert/Lyanna and Joffrey/Sansa pairing demonstrates how much Sansa and Lyanna are as much foils as Sansa and Arya.

Lyanna could see through Robert, that not even his closest friend Ned could do. She was not taken in by appearances.

“Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.” Ned, AGoT

Unlike Sansa, she did not believe that fairy tales were real. She was not idealistic about love. Contrast her with Sansa - who continued to love her sweet, beautiful prince after seeing him sadistically maul another child and try to harm her sister and after her own father warns her that Joffrey was not good

At first she thought she hated him for what they’d done to Lady, but after Sansa had wept her eyes dry, she told herself that it had not been Joffrey’s doing, not truly. The queen had done it; she was the one to hate, her and Arya. Nothing bad would have happened except for Arya.She could not hate Joffrey tonight. He was too beautiful to hate - Sansa, AGoT

“Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.” - Sansa, ACoK

Much is made of Lyanna crying over Rhaegar’s song. As if this is a quality specific only to Sansa in ASoIaF. Cersei talks about how Rhaegar made her weep with his silvery harp. Arya likes songs and Arya cries. Arya and Sansa just like different songs and we have no idea what Rhaegar’s song was even about. Arya named her direwolf pup Nymeria from the songs.

Arya named hers after some old witch queen in the songs - Bran, AGoT

Arya wanted to become an outlaw like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs.

Tom and Hot Pie resumed their song on the other side of the brook, with the duck hanging from Lem’s belt beneath his yellow cloak. Somehow the singing made the miles seem shorter. - Arya, ASoS

Ygritte cries over songs about the last of the giants and Ygritte reminds Jon of Arya. Again, Ygritte and Arya are literary mirrors to remind Jon of his sister and highlight Arya’s personality and other characteristics.

She reminded him a little of his sister Arya, though Arya was younger and probably skinnier. It was hard to tell how plump or thin Ygritte might be, with all the furs and skins she wore. - Jon, ASoS

"If you kill a man, and never meant', he's just as dead," Ygritte said stubbornly. Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? - Jon, ASoS

There were tears on Ygritte’s cheeks when the song ended. “Why are you weeping?” Jon asked. “It was only a song. There are hundreds of giants, I’ve just seen them.” “Oh, hundreds,” she said furiously. “You know nothing, Jon Snow.” - Jon, ASoS

Ygritte displays both grief and anger at the fate of the giants in the song - emotions that Arya often exhibits.

So GRRM compares two women who cry listening to songs with Arya in the text and yet the parallel here is somehow with Sansa?

Besides, let’s not forget Lyanna’s reaction to Benjen laughing at her crying:

The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle, but when her pup brother teased her for crying she poured wine over his head - Bran, ASoS

Who does this remind us of?

“You be quiet, stupid,” the girl (Lyanna) said, tossing her own branch aside. - Bran, ADwD

Who does this remind us of?

GRRM is deliberately writing in Lyanna Stark as a literary mirror to Arya Stark in the books. There are three possible reasons for this. One, to highlight and complement Arya’s personality and add depth to her character. Two, to highlight her strong connection to the North. And three, for a plot that he’s leading us towards, that will either parallel or connect to Lyanna’s story in some way.

GRRM sees no such need to connect Sansa and Lyanna because that is not Sansa’s story. Her similarities are with her mother Catelyn Stark. Her story has been revolving around Littlefinger for 5 books and Littlefinger is infatuated with her because she looks like Catelyn. The author has even talked about it.

My Littlefinger would have never turned Sansa over to Ramsay. Never. He’s obsessed with her. Half the time he thinks she’s the daughter he never had—that he wishes he had, if he’d married Catelyn. And half the time he thinks she is Catelyn, and he wants her for himself. He’s not going to give her to somebody who would do bad things to her. That’s going to be very different in the books. - GRRM

If there is an aunt that the character parallels, it is Lysa Arryn and not Lyanna Stark. Will Sansa fall to Littlefinger’s machinations and suffer the same fate as her mother and her aunt? Or will she forge a different path when facing same tests?

So why the obsession with Sansa and Lyanna parallels?

Sansa stans have this weird way of reading the text where everything is subconscious and not written on the page. This idea that what’s on page is not important but some sneaky, secretive subtext is what’s actually going foreshadow future events. So GRRM investing in Jon and Arya’s relationship in the text of the books means that Jon and Sansa are going to end up together. Or GRRM is making subconscious parallels between Lyanna and Sansa.

Sorry, but that’s not how GRRM writes. Everything that GRRM wants us to read and connect to is on the page.

“I’ve been planting all these clues that the butler did it, then you’re halfway through a series and suddenly thousands of people have figured out that the butler did it, and then you say the chambermaid did it? No, you can’t do that,” Martin reportedly said while addressing whether fan theories and online speculation influence his writing process for the “Song of Ice and Fire” series of novels on which HBO’s adaptation is based.

It’s easy to do things that are shocking or unexpected, but they have to grow out of characters. They have to grow out of situations. Otherwise, it’s just being shocking for being shocking. But this is something that seems very organic and natural, and I could see how it would happen.

Then there’s the misogyny. Beauty, songs, romance and love should only be associated with Sansa. Arranged marriages are only for Sansa, being used as a pawn for power is only Sansa. Only Sansa suffers the separation from family. Can’t associate any of that with Arya because she is ‘masculine’. Despite Catelyn arranging a marriage for Arya with a Frey and despite Ramsay marrying Arya to hold the North, only Sansa is the key to the North. Arya sees through Elmar Frey as easily as Lyanna sees through Robert Baratheon, but it’s only Sansa who is associated with an unwanted betrothal.

Every female character in this series has a betrothal plot, every female character is used as a pawn at one point - even Daenerys. We know nothing about Lyanna’s story - whether she was in love with Rhaegar, what she was doing in the Tower of Joy, why she eloped. We know nothing, just assumptions and headcanons. This is a character of whom we only get flashes here and there to add to Arya’s character for plot reasons and the mystery of Jon’s parentage.

In my opinion, this obsession that Sansa stans have with connecting the character to Lyanna arises from a need to prove Sansa’s Northern/Stark credentials. Sansa stans are fanatical about the North. Parallels to Catelyn and Lysa evoke Sansa’s Tully lineage rather than her Stark one and for people that are obsessed with the North, this will not do.

Unless it’s the idiotic Ned/Cat Jonsa parallels where they theorize that Jon is attracted to a girl who looks like the woman who emotionally abused him 😒. Of course, with the new batch of Sansa stans who ship Jonsa there is now an added reason for pushing the Lyanna-Sansa parallels as a connection they want for Jon and Sansa.

So, in the text of the story, the author writes Arya Stark and Lyanna Stark as mirrors and Arya Stark and Sansa Stark as foils. The author does not intend to have Lyanna and Sansa act as mirrors in my opinion. Rather, an examination of what little we know of Lyanna shows her to be a complete contrast to Sansa in all ways.

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creepsmcstuffins · 3 years

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Living with a Irish Fae

I live with a Dullahan. No, it's not some grotesque headless horseman that throws its head at you or takes its spine whip and snatches you up into a skeletal wagon. Nor does it throw a bucket of blood on you when you get too close to it.

Sorry, if you think that, but its.... Rather HE is just an asshole. Who eats all my food, leaves the lights on, terrorizes (not really though) my dogs and shits with the door open to the bathroom. He's am Irish bloke, with a smart damn mouth. And yes he does, indeed, own a horse. His horse is better company than the loud asshole that lives with me. His horse is a black stallion that goes by the name of Caboose. A friendly boy, and I even get to ride him, when the dullahan isn't working.

Cullen O'Houlihan. That's his full name. He's a bastard man. But I'm sure your wondering how we met. Well, I'll take you back a bit.

My name is Ebonie Brown. And I was driving home one morning after working a long 10 hours. The old country roads that I drive are usually empty. Save for the occasional deer or possum in or on the side of the road. And maybe if a neighbor, I say that lightly, left one of the gates open and a cow might be grazing along the road. In the early hours of the morning, the sun could be seen peeking over the mountains. I live in a heavily mountainous area, where a lot of agriculture is farmed. Mostly corn, if I'm honest. The sun was leaving the sky pink and red, lovely hues that I enjoyed seeing.

Without warning, a horse was in the middle of the road, barely smashing into the animal, I turned the steering wheel, swerving away from the horse. Not completely hitting it, but not missing it either. I hit its rear, or what seemed like a hit. Spinning out and luckily not going into a ditch or being bent around a tree, I got out.

"What the hell!? I could-" the horse still stood. Like nothing happened! Though it... It shimmered like a... Phantom of some sort... it... looked at me, with... Big black eyes... Empty hollowed eyes, black as night. It snorted at me, black smoke pooling out from its nostrils. I took a glance at the rest of it, like it's head, the body shimmered. Black shadows enveloped it, shifting at the horse moved his neck to look at me better. I shivered as it moved.

"Uh... nice horsey?" I asked, more of a whimper, and holding my hands up. In defense, hoping this... Nightmare wouldn't decide I was food... or something... Jumping at a rustling sound, coming from the tree line near where I was standing. The horse let out another snort. And a... A man came out. Tall... tall as shit. Im a 5ft 2in woman, a little overweight, if I'm honest. And he was a giant! At least 6ft... He was wearing black armor, accompanied by an obsidian sword and a spine whip.

I know. I know, I said that he doesn't use the whip, but let me continue.

This man... He didnt have a fucking head. Scratch that, he had a head, he was just holding it in his arms. The head looked at me. At my eye level. He had brown thick hair, and golden eyes. The eyes were shimmering like the horse's eyes and body. The head had gold light flowing from it and the body had a purple aura pouring from it. Power, dark power came from both, the horse and its rider. I stepped back, and stared at the head.

"The fok you starin' at?" It spoke, thick Irish accent prominent, "You ever seen a man at night like this, ya idiot!?"

I was speechless, frozen. I didn't expect the head to talk. It frowned at me,

"Well!? Don't stand there gapin' like a fish! SPEAK!!" His voice rang out loud and even made some sleeping birds flutter past us. The horse snorted, pawing at the ground. The head looked at the horse then back at me.

"You hi't 'em?!" He barked at me, snapping me out of my stupor,

"N-no? I.. I mean... he... i..." I stuttered, still not moving. The head huffed and the body moved, reattaching the head to itself.

"Whats your name?" He crossed his arms, and leaned his weight off to one side, the sword swinging as he shifted his weight.

"Ebonie... Brown." I spoke slowly, eyeing the sword more than the whip. Then looked back up at him.

"Well I'm Cullen O'Houlihan. And you hit Caboose. You hurt his feelings. Now. You owe us." He smiled evilly at me. I frown, starting to drown in whatever shitty possibilities he had in mind. The male bent down and smiled at me,

"Well Miss Brown. Where ya live at? I'm gonna need a place to rest m' weary 'ead." I shutter, and nod, getting back into my car. He mounted his horse and followed me home. We arrived at my mother's home... Thankfully she and my sister were sleep still. I parked and got out.

"Uh... what are you gonna do with... Your horse? He-"

"He'll be fine out here." Cullan yawned and dismounted. And strode up to me.

"Cute lil' house. Your Ma?" He nodded at the house. I nodded,

"Yeah. Come on... I only have one bed so..." I walked to my door, and unlocked it.

"Oh?" I could hear the smug look and smile on his face,

"Care to have a night with an Irish lad then?" He bent close to my cheek. I could feel Cullen's breath. It was cold, like a frozen wind, on a snowy December night. I hit him with the screen door.

"You can sleep on my dogs bed. I don-" Cullen barked out a yelp of surprise, rather than pain. I smirked and walked into the door. Slipping my shoes off. He followed, having to bend a bit to get through the door.

"Well. This is... not what-"

"Shut up. If your staying the night-" He threw a bag of money, gold rather at my head. And shot me a look, that said "that aught to be enough." I rolled my eyes. His armor melted, and transformed into comfy pajamas. Cullen gave a stretch and looked at me.

"Bed? I'm quite tired." I nodded, pointing at my room. Walking through the doorway, he plopped, face first into the bed. Snoring before I could walk in after him. I sighed, stupid bastard was supposed to sleep elsewhere. It's fine I guess... just for one night. I slipped in next to him, careful not to get to close to him. I pulled my plaid blanket close and then reached over pulling another blanket over Cullen. I huffed and fell asleep.

I woke up to clattering and a scream, I shot out of my bed. Cullen was looking for whatever, not stopping to look at him I rushed outside, snatching my gun and pulling the slide, loading a bullet into the chamber. My mom was screeching at the black (non shimmering) horse standing in the garden. Caboose was eating her cucumbers... I lowered my gun.

"Shit...." Cullen followed me out, spoon in hand, eating out of my applesauce jar. He was snickering.

"WHO ARE THEY!?" my mom yelled at me, pointing at Cullen and Caboose. I held my hand up and she stopped panicking.

"This is..." I paused... I didn't know what to say! What was I supposed to say!? As if reading my mind, Cullen stepped forward, pushing the jar into my hands.

"Hello!" His voice clear and friendly, he stepped forward and extended his hand,

"Im Cullen! Cullen O'Houlihan! Pleasure to finally meet you Miss Boyd! I'm your daughter's boyfriend." He smiled widely and as charming he could.

My mom took his hand and her eyes grew clear, as if I had mentioned this random ass man before.

"Oh! Cullen! I remember Eb saying something about you! Wonderful to finally meet you!" She smiled at the man, then scolded him,

"You need to move your horse though! He's eating my garden!" At a snap of Cullen's fingers, Caboose, the nightmare horse moved.

"So sorry about the inconvenience. I'll make sure he stays out of the plants Miss." He walked back over to me, flashing me a look. And he plucked the applesauce jar from my hand, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. And pressing our cheeks together.

"I hope you don't mind me crashin' here! I've got rent money for us." He pulled out a stack of money from his pocket and held it out to my mother. She gratefully took it and nodded. Leaving us alone outside to stare at Caboose who was eating the weeds next to my old red Chevy. Cullen didn't move, but stood still smirking at me, and gave me a pointed look.

"Well, Darlin'," he drew out the word, "Darlin'", "I guess your stuck with me." He kissed my cheek, his lips cold. And walked off. I sighed, now I have a.... I realized I didn't know what the hell he was. I turned and followed him inside,

"What-"

"A Fae. Specifically a Dullahan." He mused. Ok so he could read my mind. Cullen looked at me and smiled, sitting in my spinning computer chair. I opened my mouth again, he spoke, this time in my head, smiling that stupid ass Cheshire cat grin,

"I'm here cause I'm curious. Tired living in the fuckin forests and meadows of Ireland. But the civilization was a bit much for me and Caboose, so I opted for a cooler area. The mountains was what he and I agreed on. You just happened to be unlucky to come across us. I found a dead dog in the road where you "hit" Cabose. And I wanted to give the poor thing a decent burial." Cullen finished his story and plopped the empty applesauce jar on my computer desk.

"This is my new home.... But if you move, I'll move with you."

So... I guess that'd the first thing? To write about... for now. My new boyfriend is a Dullahan. A legit one... his... head is floating over here now. I gotta go... I'll write again soon.

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Riding High

Ch3: Chicken wings and Confessions.

Chapter Summary: Fliss heads to Frank and Mary’s for a cookout, and they both learn a little bit more about the other’s troubled past.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Talks of domestic violence and suicide.

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Again, as you will all know I’m a Brit so apologies if too much British horsey lingo slips into this…ASK away if you don’t understand. Tagging all my SSB/CSI readers…if you want in or off the list PLEASE just tell me.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 2

“Frank goes out most Fridays, but Saturday we hang out.” Mary explained about her weekends to Fliss as she sat on the chair with her juice box. Mary had finished her riding lesson roughly fifteen minutes ago and they were now sat in Fliss’ office waiting for Frank to finish working on the tractor. Fliss had noticed instantly that Mary’s demeanour around the two other girls on her lesson had changed, she had become a lot more introvert. Almost like the children bored her so to speak.

It had surprised Fliss a little, as normally it was the other way round, kids happy to be outgoing with people their own age and more reserved with grown-ups. But she had ignored it and introduced the three girls to one another, simply carrying on as normal. Mary had completely focussed on her riding, not really speaking to the other kids and Fliss was starting to understand now why Frank thought she needed to socially interact a little more with children.

“That’s cool.” Fliss smiled. “So what are you doing tonight then?”

“He said he was gonna do a BBQ.” Mary looked at her. “Roberta’s coming over. She’s our neighbour. She turns up uninvited all the time so Frank said we might as well ask her if she wanted to come as she’d just rock up anyway.”

Fliss grinned “Is Frank any good with BBQs?”

“He BBQs better than he cooks.” Mary answered and Fliss chuckled. “But that’s because it’s not really cooking is it? It’s just heating meat to a temperature so that all the bacteria is killed.”

“Talking about me again?” Frank leaned in the doorway of the office, wiping his hands on an old rag and Fliss looked up, smiling at him.

“Mary was just telling me about your cooking.”

Frank snorted “Yeah it’s not much to write home about.”

“It’s bad.” Mary grimaced. “Unless you get it out of a jar.”

At that Fliss tipped her head back in a loud laugh. “Oh God!”

Frank shook his head smiling to himself before he changed the subject. “Tractor’s all done.”

“You, Sailor, are a God send.” she smiled “What do I owe you?”

“Nothing” Frank shook his head “I had the parts lying around so…”

Fliss frowned, before she smirked at him, “Okay then, today’s lesson is on me again.”

Frank looked away shaking his head before he turned back, smiling “That’s how it is?”

“That’s how it is.” she nodded.

“Alright, quid-pro-quo.” he shrugged, tucking the rag he had been using into his back pocket.

“What are you doing tonight?” Mary asked and Fliss smiled.

“Well my Mum and Dad are away so I have the house to myself. I’ll probably grab a beer, lay by the pool for a bit and then…”

“You have a pool?” Mary’s eyes widened, cutting her off.

“My mum and dad do.”

“That’s so cool.” Mary looked at Frank “Why can’t we have a pool?”

“We do.”

“A communal one.” Mary rolled her eyes. “A private one is way better.”

“Yeah, well, sorry life is such a disappointment to you.” Frank looked at her, Mary pouted a little at him and Fliss smiled at the easy to-and-froing that was going on between the two. “And here’s another disappointment, time to go.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve taken up enough of Miss Gallagher’s…”

“Fliss, please.”

“Fliss’ time, and I need to get to the store if you wanna eat anything tonight.”

Mary grumbled but stood up and trudged slowly towards the door.

“Before you go do you wanna book in for next week?” Fliss asked.

“You gonna let me pay for that one?” Frank looked at her.

“Depends if I find anything else for you to fix.” she shot back, Frank snorted and shook his head. “Same time?”

He nodded “That’s great, thanks.”

“No problem.”

She bid them both goodbye and Frank and Mary made their way to the truck, Frank’s hand dropping to the back of Mary’s head as they walked, keeping her from diverting her attention as she spotted Joanne bringing in one of the horses from the pasture.

“Do you not think Miss Gallagher might be lonely?” Mary asked Frank suddenly.

“Lonely?” Frank looked at her, “Why do you think she might be lonely?”

“Because she’s on her own, at home.” Mary shrugged

“She lives near her parents.” Frank replied.

“Yeah but her parents have been away since Tuesday. And she told me that she doesn’t have a lot of friends round here.”

“Neither do you.” Frank looked at Mary.

Mary scoffed “I have you and Roberta, and Fred.”

“Well then Fliss has her family, her horses.”

“But why not us?”

“I’m not following?” Frank shook his head. “I mean why can’t we be her friends?”

“Well, we are.” he said, “Sorta, anyway.”

“So why doesn’t she come round tonight as well?”

“Well, I…” Frank paused and looked up. He’d only know the woman a week but he couldn’t deny he liked her company. They’d chatted over text most nights since, and in person it was just as easy to talk to her as it was behind a phone screen, but he didn’t know her in any detail… well, not yet anyway. He was hoping he would in time, because he found her a breath of fresh air to be around. She was someone who didn’t know anything about him, his life. She took him for who he was and he liked that.

Taking a breath he looked back down at Mary. “You think she’d wanna come?”

Mary shrugged before she hopped round to the other side of the truck. Frank patted the roof and leaned through the open window of the driver’s side. “Wait her a minute.” he instructed, before he turned and walked back onto the yard.

“Fliss?” he called and she turned to face him.

“Forget something?” she asked, smiling.

“No, well kinda, look. If you want, and that’s only if, there’s no obligation at all but you’re welcome to join us tonight.”

“When I said I was alone, I wasn’t angling for an invite.” she explained and Frank shook his head.

“No, I know…” he assured her “But the offer’s there if you fancy it. Although my limits are burgers, sausages and steak.”

“No chicken wings?” she frowned “What kind of sorry ass BBQ is that?”

“You want chicken wings, you can bring them.” he laughed.

She looked at him for a second before she smiled “Alright, deal.”

“Say about half five? Will you be done here or…”

“I can get one of the girls to close up.” she smiled. “Half five is fine.”

“Ok, well I’ll text you the address.” he said with a nod “It’s not hard to find, we live near the dock not far from St Pete’s beach. It’s the little trailer-slash-prefab park.”

He paused, waiting for the usual judgmental look that came whenever he explained where he lived but it never arrived. Instead, Fliss smiled and nodded.

“Near the dock huh?” she grinned “That’s pretty cool.”

“Well it means the commute to work is acceptable” he shrugged and Fliss laughed.

“I bet the views are amazing.”

“Well, sadly we only have a single storey apartment so can’t see much.”

“Shame.” Fliss nodded. “I could quite happily lose a day watching sailors.”

There was a pause as Frank arched an eyebrow, as she held his gaze, smirking a little and he found his neck and cheeks going warm.

Was she flirting with him?

“Unfortunately you’ll have to make do with me.” He replied, testing the water.

“Yeah, that is a bummer.” She sighed. “Not sure how I’ll cope.”

There was a twinkle in her eye and Frank shook his head, giving a little chuckle.

Yup, definitely flirting.

“Okay, so I guess I’ll see you later.” He asked and she nodded, smiling.

“Yeah, you will.”

***** “Hi guys!” Fliss waved at the screen as her mom and dad squeezed in to say hello.

“Hey Titch!” her Dad grinned back “How’s it going? Burnt the house down yet?” “Yeah, fire brigade are dealing with it now” she rolled her eyes. “How’s Seattle?”

“Hot, like muggy hot, and full of people.” her dad grimaced and she heard her mum tssk in the background before she too appeared on the screen.

“Ignore him!” Verity appeared on the screen, smiling “It’s wonderful!”

“Hmmmm” Bill rolled his eyes “I tell you what won’t be wonderful, my bank statement when I get it. You’ve hit every shop going.”

Fliss laughed as her parents began to bicker affectionately.

“So what are you up to tonight?” Verity turned to her daughter “Making the most of the peace and quiet?”

“Actually I’m going out.” she said, ignoring but not missing, the surprised look her parents exchanged. “Well, to a BBQ”

“A BBQ?” Bill asked.

“Yeah, Frank and Mary invited me so,” she shrugged, “I thought it beat sitting at home alone.”

Another significant look was exchanged between the parents.

“Oh and he fixed the tractor” Fliss said, in a hope that would divert her Dad’s attention. Luckily for her, Bill was a tactful man and could recognise when she was trying to change the subject so, to avoid her mother digging further, he took the initiative and began to ask her a few questions about it, which she answered as best she could. The call lasted for another ten minutes or so before the oven sounded, telling her the marinated chicken wings she had cooked to take with her were ready so she bid them both goodbye, promising to be at the airport to pick them up the following evening, and headed into the kitchen.

Once the wings were out cooling, she took a shower then set about trying to decide what to wear. Her stomach was churning a little, she was nervous for a number of reasons, the main one being she actually kinda liked Frank. He was easy to talk with, funny, flirty and even better to look at. Fliss had never imagined post her husband she’d ever feel as comfortable with a man so easily as she had with Frank, which could only be a good sign, right?

In the end she settled on a pair of cut-off jeans which grazed her ankles, a pair of brown, strappy flat sandals and a light green checked sleeveless button down. She kept her make up light, and pulled her long hair back into a loose bun. Once she had made sure the dogs were okay she grabbed the chicken wings and the beer she had also bought to take with her, double checked the directions and set off.

It wasn’t a long drive to the park Frank and Mary lived on. Fliss slowed down carefully, looking for the number she had been given and soon spotted Frank’s truck parked up in a space just off the little road. She stopped her Jeep behind it and clambered out, only to be almost bowled over by a flurry of blonde hair.

“Hi!” Mary said, giving her a hug. Fliss chuckled and bent down to hug her back.

“Mary you saw me like a few hours ago.” she laughed.

“I know but, I’m glad you came.” she beamed, letting go. Mary then reached down to pick up a ginger one-eyed cat which was following her. “This is Fred.” “Nice to meet you Fred.” Fliss grinned, giving the cat a scratch behind his ear.

“Mary for God’s sake give it a moment before you start bugging her half to death.” Frank’s voice sounded and Fliss looked up, smiling at him as he appeared from the side of the house. Fliss gave him the once over from behind her sunglasses. He was dressed in a pair of light blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a pair of grubby white sneakers. As he crossed the lawn area towards them, he gave Fliss a smile which made her stomach twist and to distract herself she turned and opened the passenger side of the car, reaching in for the ceramic dish covered in foil

“You told me to bring chicken wings.” she smiled as she handed him the dish “I also brought beer.”

Frank laughed and shook his head “I wasn’t being serious…”

“Well, I did them anyway. And they’re already cooked so you just need to char them. No chance of food poisoning.”

“Good to know.” Frank nodded, before he gestured with his head “You err, wanna come in?”

Fliss looked over to their apartment and nodded. “Sure.”

Together they walked round to the back of the house and up a set of steps into a small kitchen.

“I’ll show you round!” Mary said, grabbing her hand. Fliss let the girl lead her into the main room of the house.

She looked around smiling softly, taking it all in. It was small, cluttered and packed with personal touches which gave it a homely feel. A small desk in the corner by another door, which she assumed led to a bedroom, which was loaded with books and school supplies. Underneath a window sat a small leather couch, and the walls were adorned a slightly shabby light coloured wooden panelling which gave the place the feel of a beach hut. It might not have been fancy, but it was nice, the vibe was good and Fliss could tell this was a home that saw a lot of love. And she instantly felt at ease.

“Probably not what you’re used to huh?” Frank watched her as she looked around, suddenly a little conscious that she was more than likely coming from a fairly opulent background with the job she did and her family and sporting heritage.

“No, but,” she smiled at him,“I love it, feels like a home.”

“It’s not much but it does us.” Frank smiled at her comment as he moved back to the fridge. “Beer or…”

“Yeah, beer’s good.” she followed him back to the kitchen, standing in the doorway and nodding to the carrier bag of bottles she had put on the table.

“You know you didn’t need to bring any more.” he said, as he glanced inside it “I got plenty”

“I’m sure you do but my Mum always told me it was polite to take something with me when I go to someone’s for dinner.”

Frank smiled and began to place the bottles in the fridge before he pulled out two already chilled Bud Light and flipped the tops off before passing her one.

“Thanks” she smiled.

Mary walked past the pair of them, Fred shooting ahead of her as she tossed a ping pong ball into the grass of the yard and, with the hand that had just grabbed his aviators off the table, Frank gestured after her, questioningly. Fliss nodded and they stepped back outside onto the lawn area, where a BBQ and a small table and a few chairs sat were set up.

Fliss took a seat as Mary flopped onto a beanbag to their left on the grass.

“Frank bought the special burgers” she stated “Said if we had company that wasn’t just Roberta we should wheel out the good stuff.”

Frank groaned at his niece as he slid on his sunglasses. “Mary.”

“What?” she asked, and Fliss laughed.

“I’m glad you think I’m worthy of good burgers” she teased, and Frank noticed the corners of her eyes that weren’t hidden by her Oakley’s crinkling up as she smiled.

“And I’m offended to know I’m not.” A voice said, and Frank jumped slightly. Fliss turned to see a kindly faced black woman with chin lengthy curly dark hair rounding the side of the house. Mary jumped up to give her a hug and the woman greeted her before she smiled at Fliss who had stood up.

“You must be Fliss.”

“Roberta, yeah?” Fliss asked nodding as she shook the ladies hand “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Same here.” The woman nodded before she turned to Frank. “You going to get me a beer?”

“Get one yourself.” Frank shot back “Make yourself at home. You usually do.”

Fliss grinned as Roberta aimed a slap to his head and he dodged the hit as if he knew it was coming. Which he probably did, Fliss realised. There was a comfortable familiarity between the two of them, a mother-son kind of vibe, even if Frank was trying to be all gruff about it.

Roberta came back and dropped into a chair and they all settled into a comfortable chat. Roberta asked Fliss questions about her Yard, Mary interjecting comments here and there as Frank stood by the grill observing their food. Any tension that Fliss had been feeling quickly evaporated as she became even more comfortable in her surroundings, and she happily chatted away, instantly warming to Roberta as well. She told them about her brother, Steve and his twin boys Charlie and Joel who were both Mary’s age, where she was from in England, and her parents, revealing to Frank’s surprise that Bill wasn’t actually her biological father.

“I didn’t know that.” Frank looked at her.

“Why would you?” Fliss shrugged “It’s not important really. My actual dad left my mum before she had me and then he died when I was four months old. I never met him. Bill brought me up from the age of 2 and adopted me when he married mum, so he is my dad, in everything but blood.”

“You said they were out of town?” Roberta asked. “Anywhere nice?”

“Seattle.” Fliss smiled “Mum’s always wanted to go and, well last year they didn’t get much chance to travel what with everything that was going on so they’re just starting to get round to it. Kinda strange them not being here, it’s the first time since I’ve been in Florida that they haven’t.”

She pondered that for a moment, her nails lightly tapping on her beer bottle before she gave a grin and looked up at Frank. “I face timed them before. Their reaction when I told them I wasn’t simply sitting at home tonight like a total loser was priceless. I thought Mum was going to tell me to give her a ring when I got back home safely.”

Frank gave a little laugh and was about to reply when Mary cut in.

“Why’s that? You’re a grown up.”

Frank rolled his eyes at Mary’s nosey demeanour but Fliss didn’t seem to mind.

"Well like I told you, hun, I don't really have many friends here so I don’t go out a lot” Fliss shrugged "I only really know the guys from the yard and a few people through my parents. My friends are all in the UK, even the people I knew in Boston were more…” she trailed off before she took a breath and smiled “Well, I left them all behind when I moved."

"Well now you got us, right Frank?" Mary said simply as she sat on the large bean bag as she tossed a ping pong ball for Fred who obligingly chased it across the lawn.

"Sure does." Frank smiled, apologetically. “And we’re kinda hard to shake off. "

"Like a dose of the clap." Roberta dropped her voice so only Fliss and Frank could hear. Fliss choked on her beer, sputtering a laugh as Frank flipped the woman off.

"Fuck you"

Fliss wiped the beer she had slopped onto the front of her blouse, taking a little longer than she needed as her eyes had watered up at the sudden sentiment of the moment. She had only known Frank and Mary a week, yet here she was in their home as if she’d known them forever. Friendship was something she had been aching to feel again for months and now she found herself suddenly surrounded by it and she was a little overwhelmed, but in a good way.

When she finally looked up, Frank was surprised to see there was a shine in her eyes as they had watered over. He shot her a wink, tactful enough not to mention it and then asked her if she would mind grabbing him a beer from the fridge whilst he kept an eye on the steaks, giving her chance to escape and compose herself. She shot him a grateful nod and headed inside, taking a deep breath.

“She alright?” Robert asked, standing up and moving to the grill “She looked a little upset.”

Frank shrugged, focussing on the grill before he looked at Roberta “Think I should go after her?”

Roberta shot him a look as if he had just asked the most stupid question in the world. “Dur.”

“Watch that.” he instructed, handing Roberta the tongs before he headed inside and Fliss turned to look at him, gesturing to the beer on the side.

“Was just about to try and find the bottle opener.” She spoke quietly and, reaching into his pocket Frank handed it to her and smiled.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, before she took a deep breath. “It’s just, well, I’ve not done anything like this in a while, other than with my family so…” “Overwhelming?” he smiled softly and she gave a little shrug.

“A little, maybe. But it’s nice.”

“You might not be saying that when you taste my cooking.” Frank deadpanned and Fliss laughed, following him back outside.

******

To Frank’s delight the food was actually pretty damned good. Roberta had brought a potato salad with her and everything got eaten, there wasn’t a scrap left which was why he and Fliss were now sat on the chairs in the garden, Fliss groaning about being in a food coma. Roberta had left half an hour ago and Mary was now flat out on the bean bag, covered by a fleece blanket. Frank had moved the grill away and lit the small portable fire pit before he had retrieved another blanket for Fliss and himself from the stash down the side of the sofa.

Their conversation had turned to Frank’s work and he was telling Fliss about some of the people he had met, the pair of them giggling as he spoke about a real stuck up couple he had fixed a boat for, who had then only gone and crashed it into the side of another boat on the first day of them taking it back out.

“What a waste.” Fliss laughed, “All your hard work gone up in smoke.”

“Well I got paid.” Frank shrugged “And it was a nice boat to drive”

“Sail.” Fliss corrected him and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm as much of a sailor as you are a cowgirl."

Fliss grinned as she took another swig from her beer bottle before she turned to him, the reflection of the fire pit flashing in her eyes. “Well, if the boots fit" Frank laughed "Do you actually have a pair of cowboy boots?"

"I used to." She took a deep breath. "I spent a week in Texas one summer on a ranch, just to try my hand at Western riding. They gave me a pair of boots and a hat when I left. And then my husband burned them one night after I was late home, also breaking three of my Pandora bracelets that I spent years collecting charms for because I also brought back the wrong brand of coffee.”

Frank bowed his head.

"Sorry." Fliss sighed. "That kinda killed the conversation didn't it?"

Frank shook his head softly "In all honesty I was just thinking about what a prick he is. Something I'll never understand, a man laying hands on a woman."

"I tried to understand it for years." Fliss bit her lip. “Even after he was sent down I still wonder sometimes what I did to make him behave like that but I know it’s him with the problem not me." she paused and shook her head again “I have no idea why I’m telling you all this, sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” Frank looked at her. “Like I said the other night, I’m a good listener.”

“Yeah, you are. You don’t talk much though.” she looked at him.

“What do you think I’m doing now?”

“That’s not what I mean.” she looked at him. “Just a pity I can’t google you like you did to me.” Frank took a deep breath and grimaced as he looked at her “My dad told me” she smiled.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Mary was curious”

“Its fine.” she sighed. “How much did you read?”

“Not much.” He replied honestly. “It isn’t really any of our business.”

“I wish most people thought like that.” She picked at the label on her bottle. “It attracted a lot of interest amongst the circuit. The main reason I left Boston was to get away from all of it but it seems it just follows me all over.”

“Well, no matter how much you try and leave the past behind it always has a habit of catching up on you.” Frank spoke, glancing at Mary. He hesitated before he turned to Fliss.

“Give me your phone.”

“My phone?” she frowned, reaching into her pocket. “I’m not…”

“Well, you might not be able to google me, specifically, but you can google my story.” He said as she unlocked it. “I’d do it but my phone isn’t geared for that type of thing, not really.”

She swiped at a screen then handed it to him where he hesitated for a second. Was he really sure he wanted to do this?

He supposed it was only fair so he typed in what he wanted before holding it out to her.

“The first day we met you asked me what I was running from.” He took a deep breath as Fliss took the phone from him with a questioning look before she glanced down at the article on display.

It was from the Boston Herald.com and her eyes were immediately drawn to the black and white picture of a pretty woman with short, light hair. She was the double of Mary. Across the top the headline read “A Mind for math: Is Diane Adler the missing female variable that finally solves the Navier-Stokes Equation?”

“That’s my sister.” Frank supplied “Mary’s mom. She was basically a genius. The Navier–Stokes equation they’re talking about, well, it’s of huge interest in a purely mathematical sense. It hasn’t yet been proven whether solutions always exist in three dimensions and, if they do exist, whether they are smooth or…”

“You’ve lost me.” Fliss shrugged “I was an English major, numbers and maths really not my strong point.”

Frank chuckled “Sorry, force of habit.” he smiled as Fliss handed him the phone back.

“So, what happened to her?” Fliss asked softly. “I mean, I figure something must have for you to end up with Mary but…”

“She killed herself.”

“Shit.” Fliss sighed, “I’m sorry Frank.”

He took a deep breath. “She was only 27. I was running late for a date of all things. She just showed up, on my doorstep. And she never did that unannounced, and more to the point she never simply showed up with Mary either.” Frank swallowed and Fliss waited patiently for him to continue. “She said she needed to talk. I told her I would talk to her when I got back and I left. I mean, couldn’t be late for a date could I? God forbid it damage my chances of getting’ laid.” Fliss noticed the bitter edge in his voice as he continued “Came home that night. Mary was on the couch…and I found Diane on the bathroom floor.”

Fliss gently touched his arm “Frank, there’s no way you could have known.”

“But I should have.” Frank shook his head, his voice soft. “She was my little sister, you know, I was two years older than her and when my Dad died but I promised then I’d always look after her but…”He shook his head. “Anyway, when she died as soon as I could we moved here. Fast forward 6 and a half years and, well, we’re still here.”

“I take it Mary’s father isn’t about?”

Frank snorted “No.”

“And your mom?”

“She turned her back on Diane when she got pregnant. Didn’t fit with her plan. That’s part of the reason I moved Mary and me here. She’s a very exacting woman, uncompromising, very British.”

At that Fliss raised an eyebrow and Frank looked at her, suddenly realising what he had said.

“She’s from England.” he added, and Fliss smiled. “She hated the fact I gave up my job and, well we don’t speak.”

“What did you do before becoming a Sailor?” Fliss smiled and Frank chuckled slightly.

“I was an assistant professor at Boston University” he said. “Philosophy.”

“Wow.” Fliss smiled “That’s pretty smart.”

“You sound surprised?” he looked at her

“No, not at all.” Fliss protested.

He smiled again, “You know, sometimes I see so much of Diane in Mary, and she’s just a child. She comes out with stuff that’s way beyond her years. I mean earlier this week she asked me what I thought Executive Order 13769 was going to mean for all those refugees being refused entry…what seven year old talks about stuff like that?”

“A very smart one.” Fliss replied

“Exactly.” Frank nodded “I don’t want that life for her, the pressure associated with being a childhood genius like Diane was. Which is why she’s going to a normal school in September, where she’ll hopefully learn how to be a kid.”

Fliss looked at him.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice it before when she was with the other kids on the lesson.” Frank eyed her and Fliss looked down a little “See, she doesn’t know how to a normal seven year old, well, very rarely anyway. In fact the only time I’ve seen it recently is when she’s at the yard with you.

“She’s just a little socially awkward, that’s nothing to worry about.” Fliss looked at him.

“But I do worry.” Frank sighed

“Yeah, because you care.” Fliss said gently, her hand falling to his arm. “I think you’re being a little hard on yourself and her. She’s a good kid.”

“Yeah, considering I brought her up.” Frank chuckled.

“I think you’ve done a good job so far.” Fliss shrugged “It can’t have been easy.”

“Still isn’t” Frank sighed. “It’s not how I envisaged my life panning out that’s for sure.”

“Tell me about it.” Fliss snorted “If you’d have told me ten years ago that by the time I was thirty-three I’d have had my dreams cut short at the age of twenty-eight, then divorced after being hospitalised by the very man I moved thousands of miles to be with by the age of thirty-two, I’d probably have laughed but here we are.”

“He hospitalised you?” Frank frowned, suddenly feeling an inexplicable surge of anger towards this fucker, one which he really shouldn't feel so strongly considering he had known Fliss for all of a week.

“Did you not read that bit?”

Frank shook his head “No I stopped reading after it mentioned domestic abuse. Like I said, none of our business.”

“He wanted us to have a baby and frankly the thought of bringing a kid up, with him, in that environment…so when I found out I was pregnant I got rid of it. He found out and he beat me so hard he broke three of my ribs, ruptured my spleen and fractured my eye socket. I was in hospital for over a week.”

“Shit, Fliss, I had no idea…”

She waved his apology away “In a sick, twisted way I’m almost glad it happened. It was the final push I needed to leave him for good. Wasn’t easy mind, I was low. Very low for a while and when the trial was going on…” she stopped again and shook her head “You know he plea bargained? Pleaded guilty to a lesser level of assault and got four years last summer. He’ll be out next June I expect if he applies for parole, which he will because, well, that’s John all over.”

“Fucker.” Frank bit out between gritted teeth.

“Yeah, well it’s behind me now.” she shrugged “I’m in a good place. I’m happy, my business is taking off and it’s a job I love. I have my family and, well, some friends.”

Frank smiled and nodded “What Roberta said before is true you know. We’re harder to get rid of than an STD.”

Fliss laughed loudly and drained her beer bottle “Well I’m glad to hear it, because I kinda like you Sailor.”

“Back at you Cowgirl.”

They changed the subject then, Fliss talking about her horses, in particular her chestnut mare that was her pride and joy, and then when Mary stirred Frank glanced at his watch and realised it was past midnight. He didn’t want to kick Fliss out but when he stood saying he should get the little girl in bed, Fliss nodded and agreed she should be going as it was late.

Frank told her to wait whilst he swept Mary up and carried her into the house before he came back out to walk her down to her car.

“We should do this again.” Fliss offered, “Only this time you can come to me. Although I’m a better cook than BBQ chef.”

“You’re on.” Frank said, “Although don’t mention it to Mary. It’s all I’ll hear about.” Fliss grinned and then leaned up on her toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, Frank. I had a lovely evening.”

He smiled as she climbed into her car and as she set off he tossed a hand at the tailgate as she rounded the corner. Once she was out of view, he turned and headed back inside, contemplating the evening. The chat had been hard going in some places, he hadn’t told anyone about Diane in a long time. Hell, Mary didn’t know a lot about her mother, he tried to keep her sheltered but he knew that as she grew older that was going to get harder to do and justify. With that in mind, he knew exactly how much it must have taken Fliss to open up the way she did.

It left him with a puzzlingly warm feeling in his chest, one he couldn’t really explain. And he had a feeling it was to do with the fact that he actually wanted to spend time with the woman and get to know her, instead of simply fucking her into his mattress.

Yup, for the first time in his life, Frank realised he’d extended an offer of no strings attached friendship to a woman.

And he couldn’t deny, it was nice.

**** Chapter 4

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic

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rwbyvein · 3 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 803: Échecs: Part II/III

Jaune walked into the tower, wiping the tears out of his eyes. "Are you alright, Leader?" Ren asked him.

"I don't know if I'll ever be..." Jaune sadly stated.

"Is there something we can do to aid you?" Ren asked.

"I don't know, something to take my mind off of things." Jaune said with a sigh.

* * *

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Blake asked, head laying on Yang's bossom.

"I don't know what makes you think something's wrong?" Yang nervously asked.

"How about the fact I can hear your heartbeat?" Blake asked. "Or the fact I can see when you're wounded."

"What makes you say?.." Yang tried to say.

"Don't lie to me." Blake said to her.

"Promise, you won't, like, laugh, or anything?"

"You know I wouldn't do that." Blake stated.

"You sure?" Yang asked.

"I'm sure." Blake said, "Say what you need to say."

"Okay, so, if I hadn't blurted about this whole family thing, do you think I could have gotten Jaune?"

"Do you mean, could you have beaten the rest of us?" Blake asked.

"Exactly."

"Well, at least you knew he was interested in you. I didn't even think I was on his radar."

"I think we all were." Yang said, "Except Linnet. I mean, she was always his Snow Angel. But seriously, what exactly do I bring to this family? I mean, Ruby's the leader, Weiss does all the finances. Jaune, Ren, and Little Bit do all the cooking. I mean, like, what do I?.."

"Do you really forget about the hug in Beacon?" Blake asked her, snuggly up to Yang's breasts.

"Hm?"

"When you pulled me aside, told me to not try so hard or all I'll end up doing nothing but burning myself out?"

"Okay, there was that."

"You're the mama-bear." Blake stated.

"You think so?" Yang asked.

"You spend all of your time looking after everyone else. Ruby might be our leader, but you are the one we always leaned on. You were always there for us, even when we didn't deserve it..."

"What do you mean?" Yang asked.

"I mean I ran away, and before that I pretty much ignored everyone... No, I didn't ignore you, I insulted you, I attacked you, all because of my desire to self-destruct, and take everyone with me. You ask about yourself, but what about me? If you hadn't made the first move, I might have never known I had a chance with Jaune, with you, with..."

Yang wrapped her arm around Blake's waist. "What the hell would he see in me?"

"I might not be the one to answer that question, but I could hazard a guess. Two guesses to be specific."

"So?.." Yang dejectedly asked, "They're the only things I have?"

"You have your fire." Blake replied, "Your unbreakable beauty. Every place you go, you act like you own. I can barely be in your presence without being drawn to you."

"You think so?" Yang asked.

"And what about me?" Blake asked, "I'm surprised anyone ever noticed me. Somehow you and your sister did on the first night."

"Oh, come on, you were always so cute... and enthralling..."

"Do I have other potential suitors?," Blake asked, "afraid to talk to me."

"You had Sun." Yang said.

"Don't remind me." Blake said, and pulled her shoulders forward. "My mother liked him more than I did."

"Does that mean your heart might have been pinin' for someone else?" Yang playfully asked.

"Maybe?" Blake coyly replied. "You all meant so much to me. I can't believe even Jaune was missing me, but..."

"But?" Yang asked.

"But, the night... that night... Before I left, he looked me in the eyes."

"And?.." Yang asked.

"And, it's like my entire soul did outpour. Like our souls, for that one moment, were joined. He knew I was leaving, and knew he couldn't stop me, but knew I hated every moment of it."

"And you?" Yang asked.

"Felt loved." Blake simply stated.

"And even with that you- you doubt him?"

"I didn't think I would ever see him again, though, knowing him, if the others didn't need him, he probably would have come for me."

"I'm sorry I had to get fucked up." Yang stated.

"How could you?.."

"Because if I didn't need him, he could have?.."

"He would have..." Blake stated, "After he helped Ruby with her quest and rescued Weiss from Atlas."

"That actually sounds like one hell of a ride." Yang stated. "Too bad our little Contrary rallied her own army to come and help us."

"It wasn't an army." Blake said with a bright smile, "Just civilians. They wanted to prove that the White Fang didn't stand for them."

"If you hadn't shown up, who knows what would have happened?" Yang asked.

"With Haven?"

"With Jaune." Yang said with glee. "You were the final piece. With you, it just made sense, you know?"

"I don't know how this makes sense to you..." Blake voiced.

"It just feels right, doesn't it?" Yang asked.

"Mmm." Blake affirmed. "It feels like home. At home, in Menagerie, I just couldn't," she said and paused, "spread my wings. But here, this is OUR home, we get to decide what we do with it."

"And apparently Jaune wants to grab all of our worst enemies, and make friends."

"Did you want him to stop?" Blake asked.

"Of course not." Yang stated. "Ruby's doing something big. Jaune's doing something big. And we get to be here for every moment of it."

* * *

"Horsey," Ruby stated, "to uh, pointy-hat-four."

"First of all," Weiss stated, "that is a knight, second it's bishop, not point-hat, and third horseys cannot move that way."

"But, you said they move in L's?" Ruby asked.

"Not just any L," Weiss replied, "two squares in one direction, and one square in another."

* * *

Ren and Nora walked up the stairs to the library with Jaune slumping up behind them.

"Weissy!" Nora shouted, and Weiss looked up from her game to glare at Nora.

"Leader wants something to take his mind off of..." Nora stated, and Weiss sat up properly.

"And what do you propose?" Weiss asked them.

"We were thinking a game of Remnant." Ren stated, and Ruby put down her chess pieces and sat up eagerly.

"Well, I suppose we know how Darling feels about this." Weiss said, looking at Ruby.

"I know I said I was going to..." Ruby tried to say.

"Yes, yes." Weiss said. "Perhaps there is game I should learn as well." She then turned to JNR, "If memory serves me, the game requires a considerable board. Do we have one?"

Nora and Ren looked back at Jaune. "What?" Jaune asked, "You think I know everything about our, uh, castle? I don't even know where the cell keys are."

"Pfft." Nora stated.

"Do you know where it is?" Ren neutrally asked.

"Oh, yeah" Jaune replied, and pointed to a bookshelf on the far side with what looked like a small crate atop it.

"Precisely how old is this game?" Weiss asked.

"I don't know?" Jaune asked, "Like forever?"

"Since after the Great War." Ren stated, "Though there have been later editions, like the one you were playing in Beacon."

"So?" Ruby asked, "Atlas won't have an airfleet?"

"Oh?" Jaune asked, "Atlas had an airfleet from right after the Great War. It was, like, one of the first things they did."

"Atlas has always loved inplacability." Ren said with a smile.

"Question?" Weiss asked, "We have more than four?"

"Teams, obviously!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Me and Ren!" Nora exclaimed.

"Then I will pair with Jaune!" Weiss firmly replied.

"Just think you can't win without our Glorious Leader?!" Nora exclaimed.

"Well?" Weiss asked and paused, "Yes. I am the least experienced with the game, so it's only reasonable that I should be paired with one of the strongest."

"And Yang?" Ruby asked.

"Too strong." Weiss simply replied.

"She has a point." Ren stated.

"We will need the rest of our comrads." Weiss stated, and stood up proudly.

"If you will setup the board," Ren stated, "we will retrieve them?"

"I'm on Blake's team!" Ruby exclaimed. "Sis is going down!"

* * *

Ren knocked on the door to the master's suite.

"Yo?!" Yang shouted.

"We have been sent to retrieve you!" Ren shouted through the door.

"Sis is going down!" Nora added. A few moments later the door opened.

"What did she say?!" Yang asked.

"That you're going down!" Nora replied.

"Name the time and place." Yang firmly said to them.

"In - the - library!" Nora replied.

"Oh, it's on."

Blake smiled as she appeared next to Yang.

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flowerofgoneril · 3 years

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Pastel Goth

The Havers of Rideable, Sizeable Equestrians (also known as HORSE) have posted fliers around campus advertising a competition: whoever can dress up their horse (or other mount of their choosing) in the prettiest, most dashing accessories will win a grand prize—unknown for now. You don't actually have to own a mount to enter, as you can "borrow" one from the stables. Find some flowers and get to braiding that mane and see if you have what it takes to win! [Grants Riding +1]

Hilda has never been particularly good with animals. They're just so much work! She isn't fond of competition either. She doesn't see the point of setting herself up for failure and disappointment. But there is just something about the horse fashion contest that is just too good for even her to pass up.

"You really are just the sweetest!" Hilda gushes over the knight carrying the large box of unorganized accessories for her to the stable. "Letting me borrow your horse, mucking out her stable, and even helping me with that impossibly heavy box--talk about a true gentleman!" She looks up at him with fluttering lashes and he beams with pride.

"Anything for you, Miss Hilda!"

"I must be the luckiest girl in the world!" She leads him toward the stable's entrance. He might be sweet but he's a little dull. She'd rather not have to entertain him the entire time she's playing dress up doll with his mount. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to come find you again once she's all prettied up!"

Once he's gone, she turns toward the horse and claps her hands together. "Right, so! Be a good horsey and let me do my thing, alright?"

@ardentloyaltyofadrestia

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1x01 Days Gone Bye.

Overall, it was fun to see the characters at the start of this again. Their rookiness (is that a word) infurtiates me to no end but it’s been so long I can’t find my self caring too much, that will probably change.

Okay so first of all, I need to know what happened to that truck. It looks like it has fur growing on it.

Something I don’t understand is why the walkers are so weird. I can’t remeber them being like this later on. Why did that little girl pick up the teddy, and why did it take her 12.6 seconds to turn around after hearing Rick call for her?

I completely forgot how much I hate Shane. Let’s go Season Two Finale!!!

That was some pretty sweet teamwork from Rick and Shane to get that spike strip in place.

Over the radio it’s mentioned two suspects. Now I’m British and not sure on American police procedure, but how did they miss the third guy?

Also, depsite shooting the suspects, why didn ‘t any police officers go to see if they were definately dead?

Is that also American Police procedure? I feel like if the officers went to make sure they were dead/disaremd they would have noticed the other g uys and Rick wouldn’t have gotten shot.

I know it’s for the drama of it and I don’t understand american police procedure but to me it feels wrong that they didn’t check.

Also, why are the all such bad shots?

Is it normal for matches to be on the desk at a hospital?

I don’t spend a lot of time in hospitals, especcialy in America, but it jsut seems a little too well placed there.

Just because it’s the apocalypse, doesn’t mean you can be a disgrace to the grammar gods?

Honestly, if I were Rick, I probably would have fallen down the stairs.

Feel sorry for sweet baby Rick. Waking up to this world? Would not reccomend.

Why does he think it’s a good idea to ride a bike while recovering from a gunshot wound?

Disclaimer, I will be keeping tabs of the “Carl” count.

I know he berates himself for this later, but why does Morgan shoot? The walker wasn’t aware of him.

What’s your wound?

Morgan is such a good dad. He is still actively trying to improve his sons grammar and manners, during an apocalypse. And when Duane is crying he doesn’t tell him to be brave, he let him cry, just asks that he keep it quiet for their own safety.

Again, walkers are weird in this episode. Walker Jenny, doesn’t head to the car alarm, basically looks into my sould through the peephole and tries the doorhandle. I understand it was the first episode and that it was dramatic, but they act so strange in this episode.

Yasss Rick, wear your face shield!

Okay, I love my family, but taking photo albums and framed photos? If I had to leave in an emergant apocalyptic situation, I would maybe take a non framed photo.

Again, not American, but why are there so many sets of keys? Is that normal? I understand that maybe two sets are for cars/house. One set is for the Police station. But there were 6 sets there.

Gas lines down maybe a month? How is Rick not more curious as to how he is still alive?

PSA. Even in the apocalypse, manners matter!

R.I.P Leon, careless and dumb.

Rick ‘Conserve your ammo’ Grimes, goes out of his way to find and kill a walker he saw much earlier, depsite it being virtually harmless. Makes sense.

If the group heard that someone was actively going down the I-95 heading towrds Atlanta, they should have sent someone out. It’s one thing putting up posters on the off chance people will go, but when you KNOW someone is, pretty rude.

Sweet baby Carl! (Fun fact, I am three days older than Chandler Riggs)

Even after all these years, it’s still sucha cool shot!

R.I.P Horsey McWhythelongface

I like sharks (If you know, you know)

I’m only now noticing the tank still has ammo.

I love Glenn.

#the walking dead #walking dead #rewatch #The walking dead rewatch #rick grimes #shane walsh #lori grimes #carl grimes #glenn rhee #morgan jones #duane jones

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 33

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July 13th - August 19th

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Kim Seokjin - Booklovers

You were locked in the university library overnight, while studying. “Hello?” You called hoping there would be some sort of security.

“It’s no use?” A voice said and you jumped shocked.

“Who are you?” You said backing away.

“I am Seokjin, we have met before, remember you were in your senior year I believe,” he smiled.

“Hey Seokjin, don’t scare her,” a voice said and a bright ball of energy bounding towards you, his hair bouncing around his face.

“My name is Hoseok, you know me right? we learnt magic together.”

“Oh, do you remember me? We traveled through the kingdoms trying to find the sacred sword."

“Wait a second, you are all book characters that I had read when I was young!”

“Yes and if I remember correctly you declared we would get married.” Seokjin laughed watching your cheeks inflame.

Min Yoongi - Lazy

Yoongi laid down in the hotel room after the concert and you laughed taking the make up wipes from the table and gently removed everything from his face using light cleansers and a damp cloth. Once he was clean you moisturized his face and took off his shoes, you helped him change taking the wipes and tried to clean off any leftover sweat from his chest, back, and arms.

You wiped his feet and legs, tucking him in and watching the lazy boy curl up, before collapsing beside him.

Jung Hoseok - Son and Daughter

Hoseok was on his hands and knees while his children sat on his back and demanded Hobi horse rides. Hoseok looked exhausted but he still kept going and you saw the way his biceps and triceps had become swollen with exercise.

“Daddy loves you both to the moon and back, he also loves mummy so maybe he could go give mummy a kiss since he is tired and doesn’t want to play horsey all day.”

Kim Namjoon - Middle

You were staring at your phone, trying to come up with a plausible situation where you both could be together. Namjoon, lived in a totally different country and he hardly had time for you and all you wanted was to be with him. You asked him to visit being the one who could easily afford it but he was busy with his career and you couldn’t keep asking that of him.

You also couldn’t just leave everything, you didn’t have anyone or anything in Korea. But that's what you did a huge gamble but what could you do, if you stayed any longer you would go crazy without him. “Please don’t regret this,” you breathed stepping off the plane, ready to go find him.

Park Jimin - Left Hand

Jimin had a tendency to be on your left, whether it was while you were at the movies, when you walked through the streets. You didn’t understand why, it wasn’t an accident because he would purposefully have you switch your things to your right hand. Or, he would take the items from your left and hold them while standing on your left. One day you started walking and he was on your right, it felt odd and he laughed switching sides and grinned at you taking your hand.

Stopping on the sidewalk you looked up at him. “Why do you always walk on my left?”

“Because this way I am closer to your heart,” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and turning to face you walking backwards leading you down the street. “I am protecting your heart from anyone who would want to steal it.”

“What if you are the one who steals it?” You said thoughtfully and he grinned bashfully

“Don’t let me, if I get your heart, baby, I won’t give it back.”

Kim Taehyung - Relax

His duality was insane, he acted like an angel to everyone but those who knew him well enough knew he was playing for what he could get. If he needed something he would swindle everything he could get in his huge grasp. But when you were in need he would look down at you with the devilish look in his eyes and a smirk atop his lips.

You had recently helped him and considered him a friend, enough so that you tapped his shoulder in class. “Taehyung, could I maybe borrow your homework, I forgot to do question four and I just wanted to-”

His demeanor had changed and you knew that look, “Listen Y/n I would love to help but, you see I am really busy and I don’t like cheaters,” he grinned at the way your mouth fell open in response to his words, he even reached over and pushed your mouth shut.

“You asshole!” You shouted slamming your foot into the back of his chair and everyone turned and you received multiple glares from the girls in the class.

“I am sorry, you can have my homework,” Taehyung whimpered pretending to look scared and hurt, “please don’t kick me again?”

Your mouth fell open and he threw you a wink. You wanted to kill him because now you had to deal with all the girls in the school turning on you.

You left class quickly for lunch, trying to escape and heading up to the roof. You sat there and when you headed back to class you were greeted by your desk covered in unspeakable things. You turned and headed to the infirmary without a word. Like two tiny faucets you felt tears drip down your cheeks and onto the bed in the nurse's office.

The door slid open and you tensed sitting up wiping your eyes and turning to see him. “Relax, it is just me.”

Jeon Jungkook - Tell

It was no question that you were a loser, hell you spent your days eating lunch on your own. All those stupid teen movies where the sporty and rude athlete somehow false in love with the nerd were a load of BS.

But when you saw him, you couldn’t help but dream that something could tangle you together with some convenient and outrageous plot. “Miss Y/n would you mind being Mister Jeon’s partner today, he had to shuffle his timetable and he needs a little help with chemistry?”

“Okay” you breathed and he sat down flashing you a brilliant smile that made him even more charming.

“Thanks I really need this grade to graduate.” You nodded in understanding, taking him through everything and the formulas and he started flirting with a girl across the room. With a roll of your eyes, you focused on your work and ignored him.

“Okay time to get to work.” The teacher said and he turned to you confused with a soft smile.

“What are we doing?” He asked and you slipped on your glasses and began measuring the acid into the beaker. “Hey let me help, I really want to. I am sorry.”

You gave him the beaker and sighed, “pour it into the flask,”

Holding the flask steady in your left hand he poured the acid getting distracted and turning back to the leggy brunette. He missed and poured acid onto your hand and you swore loudly he stopped panicking as you ran your hand under cold water practically screaming into your other arms sleeve.

“I am so sorry” He pleaded and you kicked him hard between the legs causing a strained wheeze as he fell “Oh fuck”

“You ruined my hand and you think sorry is going to cut it, maybe if you kept your eyes on your work instead of flirting.” You yelled inconsolable from the pain it wouldn’t stop burning and your tears kept flowing “Why don’t you just drink acid you idiot. You may be handsome but you won’t graduate with the rest of us.”

He was on the floor as the ambulance came to take you away, they brought him with you to get his groin checked out and you were reprimanded for injuring another student. You sat on either side of the ward across from each other, you were given medication but it didn’t fully numb the pain and couldn’t stop your crying and the doctor came in.

“Miss Y/n, we found only minor damage to the nerves in your left hand, in the thumb and forefinger, it shouldn’t affect your life to extremely,” he smiled, “you will have a severe reaction to the chemical and I am sorry but the pain will not go away until the burn has developed and healed appropriately.”

“Please, isn’t there anything you can do, I am going insane,” you sobbed, “that asshole ruined my life.”

“I am sorry,” he whimpered.

“Well, the only way to stop you feeling the pain is putting you into a medically induced coma?”

“So I am stuck in pain for how long?” You gritted your teeth to keep from screaming.

“At least six weeks maybe eight,” the doctor said, “It will heal but the skin will be a fresh pink colour where the burn was and will be sensitive to certain products”

“Mister Jeon, You were lucky everything is fine, she didn’t seem to kick you hard enough to damage anything.” The doctor sighed, “you will be able to leave when your parents get here?”

“I hope you got her number, just letting you know, she has three sugar daddies and switches her boyfriend legitimately every few months. So I guess she will be perfect for you,” you sneered, “use a condom, not only do I not won’t your stupid to pass on, I don’t want you to hurt a child with negligence.”

“It was a mistake, okay? I am sorry.”

“I can’t believe I thought you were nice, I can’t believe I thought because you smiled at me you would be a decent person. Boy was I wrong,” you sighed.

He left that evening and you thought that would be the last you would see him, but he made it a point to come to your ward and hand you the work and notes and your friends texted him working hard. You laughed, his formulas were wrong the next time he visited. You took it upon himself to explain the problem and he listened intently.

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