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dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos · 1 year

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Cassandra "Cassie" Slade/"The Rogue Rider": [20] Born in the rural areas of Rio Hondo, Texas, Cassandra Santos was born into a rancher family who inherited the wealth of her late grandfather, who used to be a rich man in Spain. At the age of 6, her parents were brutally murdered by a group of outlaws who raided their home for the money, and they chased her down because she was a witness. Before they could kill her, Carter showed up and slaughtered all of them, saving Cassie. Sympathetic for the girl, he took her in and raised her as his own. As the years went by, Carter trained the young girl how to tame horses and become an accurate sharpshooter just like her old man. Cassie has short warm black hair, tan skin, and soft brown eyes. She has light brown freckles on her face and shoulders. As a result of her constant training and completing chores around Carter's ranch, she as a slim-thick and athletic build.

When she turned 20, Dissonantia granted her the power to become a ghost rider without a contract, and allowed to tame a hellsteed to be her companion. She ended up choosing a demonic bullhorse, a hellish hybrid between a bull and a hellsteed mare. They are characterized by their front facing horns, infernal color scheme (red, blue, purple, black, etc.), fiery flaming and smoking mane and tail, larger size, and untamable and aggressive nature. Despite the numerous failed attempts to tame the wild beast from Hell, Cassie managed to subdue and domesticated the inferno horse. She named the beast "Ares".

Cassie inherited her father's cape, and can turn it into a pancho (with or without a hood), a cape, and a cloak, often wearing her hat over the hood of the cloak form during hot and humid weather.

As the Rogue Rider, she uses different handguns and pistols inspired by Western movies and games, rifles, a chain lasso, a crossbow with holy bolts, regular bow and arrows, Bowie knife, machete, a spiked whip, hatchets, spiked brass knuckles, sticks of dynamite that explodes with hellfire, etc.

She views herself aligned between Lawful Good and Lawful Neutral, since she doesn't want to kill anyone but knows that sometimes you need to punch a few teeth out to get a point across. Other than that, she's a sweet and genuine young lady who just wants to help out and make friends.

Her Ghost Rider outfit looks similar to this and this, but she often wears t-shirts and flannels with blue jeans and boots when working or hanging out with the rest of the Ghost Rider kids, Pancho, Ryan, and Lethal (@dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos).

Even when her parents' murders happened when she was 6, she can still remember every last detail: walking out of her bedroom, seeing the blood stained carpet, gruff and gritty voices, shots being fired, her mom screaming and her dad shouting profanities, then turning the corner to see nine men trying to crack open her father's safe while his and her mother's bodies laid on the floor of Mr. Santos' office. She remembered silently backing away, until one of the wooden floor boards creaked underneath her, grabbing the attention of the robbers. She made a run through the open door of the house, sprinting as fast as her little legs could carry her, sobbing and pleading for help. Then she tripped over a rock. As the group of marauders closed in around her, Carter appeared and brought justice to her family by massacring all of them. As he comforted a crying Cassandra, he carried her back to the ranch house, leaving her on the living room couch as he went upstairs to check on her parents. Cassie didn't feel like staying alone, so she followed the skeletal gunslinger upstairs. Carter tried to shoo the girl out of the room so she didn't have to bear the pain of her parents'demise, but she still walked over to the safe and pressed in the code, unlocking the safe. She offered him the money, and of course Carter refused, but they managed to agree that they should take the money so Carter could properly be able to take care of Cassie without worrying about financial trouble.

The deep depression and anger towards her parents' murderers eventually left Cassandra's heart as she grew older, seeing the Western Ghost Rider as her real father.

Her way of "silently greeting" others from a distance is full western hat tilt: hand on hip and the other to tilt her hat.

She has southern accent, sings pretty well, like Dolly Parton when she sings "Jolene" or some of the singers who have sung "House of the Rising Sun.

Due to her southern/Texan/Mexican accent and grammar, she speaks like "ain't" "-in"" "y'all" "howdy" "git" and "Watt-uh-burger". She refers to Carter as "Paw" or "Pa"/"Padre"/"Jefe" (meaning boss in Mexican slang).

Cassie knows EVERY SINGLE country and Mexican dance, like the ones we had to dance during rodeo day in elementary.

Plays the banjo, viola, and pan flute, often with the rest of the Ghost Rider kids to orchestrate small musicals for fun.

Cassie often walks alongside roads near Carter's farm on her horse, singing or whistling a tune. Sometimes she's accompanied by Damian or Sera, but not Azazel since she doesn't like being in the sun for too long, other times she'll start a race between her and Damian, or she'll spend time with Carter, just talking and bonding with him, doing father-daughter things together.

Favorite movies: Rango, the Magnificent Seven, R.I.P.D. (her and Damian persuaded Carter and Johnny to watch this with the rest of the kids to see their reactions to the main characters (honestly, Slade and Blaze remind me of the main characters)), that one western movie with Leonardo DiCaprio in it, some Mexican movies that aren't trash, but she absolutely refuses to watch any western movie that has racist actors or racist stereotypes towards Native Americans.

Favorite video games: western games, some racing and rpg games, RDR2 is her top favorite

When she was younger, she had an irrational fear of skinwalkers, often having nightmares of a tall, lanky, slender figure with glowing eyes standing outside of her bedroom window, staring into her room, waiting.... watching..... This often results in her running to Carter's room, crying for him to make "the bad man go away!" Azazel telling ghost stories on "Campfire Saturday" nights at the Cottonmouth Ranch and Mexican/Texan ghost legends and cryptids doesn't help with Cassie's fear, either.

Favorite color is sunset/sunrise amber

She is still questioning her sexuality

Gardenia Castle/"Lady Punisher", "daughter of the Punisher/Cosmic Ghost Rider", "the Punisher": [21] Born in Hell to Frank Castle and Ryara, Gardenia is the hybrid between a mortal host of the Spirit of Vengeance and a succubus, with the combined abilities of the Ghost Rider and a high ranking demon. She is the split image of her parents, with fair skin and green eyes of her mother's human form, and the jet black hair and physique of her father (although her muscles are smaller and she has long straight black hair).

Pretty like her mom, but becomes psychotic like her dad as she gets older.

She inherited her parents' resting faces, making her look constantly bored, angry, or annoyed.

Frank ends up training her when she expresses interest in his job.

As she got older, she started becoming emotionally distant towards the other children of Zarathos, and just became meaner in general.

Frank refused to support her wish to join the army, not wanting his daughter to become like him.

As a Ghost Rider AND Lady Punisher, she wears an armored suit that is a mixture of the Punisher's outfit and the Cosmic Ghost Rider space suit. (Link to a Pinterest board I made, you'll see her section)

Throughout her childhood, her and Damian always had a crush on each other, but didn't know how to properly display it. They started dating after Damian's 15th birthday.

She absolutely hates tight skin suits, like Black Widow's.

Often gets in fights with the rest of the kids, with the exception of Lethal and Sera.

A professional ballerina.

She is jealous of Sera's natural elegance and dancing

Idolizes her father, much like how Damian, Cassie, and Pancho do to theirs.

If Frank ever decides to quit being Dissonantia's herald, Gardenia will take his place.

She has the inability to be traumatized by bloodshed due to inheriting her mother's bloodlust.

Pancho—who is just as insane as Lobo—is scared of Gardenia because of how sadistic and merciless she can be.

He describes her as "a crazy b*tch with a 'loose hand'", meaning she will not hesitate to pull out her gun and blow off someone's brains out or slit someone's throat with a dagger.

On a mission with her father, Gardenia had to help him take down a corrupted priest that was related to the mafia who was also was possessed by a demon and lead a demonic army against Dissonantia.

She had to disguise herself as a nun, with all sorts of hidden weapons underneath her uniform.

She rides a hellfire motorcycle.

She is Chaotic Neutral.

As the Lady Punisher, she had access to her father's armory and weaponry, but she often uses her Ghost Rider abilities to summon hellfire versions of said weapons.

Her way of "silently greeting" others from a distance is a simple nod.

She developed her father's Italian accent, although it's subtle.

She occasionally plays piano and can seduce others with her singing like her mother.

In her freetime, Gardenia likes to read, walk in the Castle's garden, and work out with her father in the gymnasium. Occasionally, she enjoys DND nights with the rest of the kids.

She got a Hellhound German shepherd named Coffee after she finished Dissonantia's training.

Favorite movies: none come to mind.

Favorite video games: stealth and fighting games. Call of Duty

Favorite color is emerald green

Her sexuality is straight.

Pancho, Son of Lobo: [21]

Ryan Wilson/Grey Menace: [20]

#oc #original character #open to rp #marvel oc #marvel roleplay #tw gore #tw blood #ghost rider #ghost rider family #Carter Slade #Western Ghost Rider #cowboy #cowgirl #western #frank castle #cosmic ghost rider

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 1 year

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Gossip Girl Reboot 2x04: Quotes

- “I’m gonna take you behind the scenes of moments that looked perfect but were actually painful. Curated instead of experienced. (...) for the truth about how hard “marking it look easy” is on the people who love you.” (Julien)

- “Well, I used to use it to perpetuate a whole bunch of lies to help people feel bad about themselves. But now I’m trying this thing called honestly, you know? Pulling back the façade. Exposing the lies beneath.” (Julien)

- “I simply thought I would extend it as a sort of interpersonal olive branch to repair whatever wrong foot she and I got off on. (Kate) - Right, because telling someone their husband is cheating on them always makes them like you.” (Wendy)

- “First he shuts down in bed, and now he’s lying to us. My spidey senses are tingling, Hope. And not in a good way.” (Max)

- “I felt that chill from here. (Audrey) - Okay, so it’s not just me. (Julien) - No. No. He’s definitely avoiding you. Just like old times!” (Audrey)

- “Are they on the agenda? (Monet) - It’s just one simple question. We don’t need an appointment for that. (Shan) - Have you ever heard of precedence? If we do it for you, we have to do it for anyone. And we do not do things for anyone. Do I look like Cupid for poors? Kindly move along. (Monet) - The lower steps are getting bold.” (Monet’s minion)

- “Queen D, I know your dress code said only designer khakis, but Matches, Mr. Porter, and Essence sold out in my sample size, so I had no choice but to Rag and Bone. I kneel before thee as a sign of remorse. It’ll never happen again.” (Student in front of Monet)

- “They’re expecting to be excoriated. (Monet’s minion) - Were you actually serious? (Monet’s minion) - What.. When am I ever not? Yes, I mean, too many restrictions is turning people against me. (Monet) - If you want what she has, you have to rule with an open hand. Not an iron fist.” (Luna)

- “Hey, it’s fine. He’s just a guy. No. He... iIt’s just a distraction from all the shit in my life. It’s not real.” (Zoya)

- “I mean, who’s even paying for them? Make-a-Wish?” (Monet)

- “Luna, what would you do? (Monet) - Recast?” (Luna)

- “As promised, I’m here taking your questions about love, loneliness, and the moments in between. Questions are open.” (Julien)

- “So if you want someone to hate... (Zoya) - Right. Here’s the thing. Why give you his phone number when he’s just going to say no? Haven’t you heard I’m benevolent now? I’m sparing you pain.” (Monet)

- “If she won’t give it up, we’ll just have to take it.” (Shan)

- “Ooh. This comment’s interesting. “Have you ever been interested in someone who was unavailable?” (Julien) - Trick question. Is anyone ever emotionally available? (Luna) - Do dead men count? What? No way I’m alone here.” (Audrey)

- “You say a word of this to anyone, I’ll have you all exiled to Exeter. All of you.” (Monet)

- “I want fresh ginger tea. And when I say fresh ginger, I mean make it yourself.” (Monet)

- “Besides, it’s your word against mine, and your word means nothing anymore.” (Grace)

- “Dating before Valentine’s Day is just a game of musical chairs. Seats swap, partners change, and options are eliminated.” (Gossip Girl)

- “Being liked is awful.” (Monet)

- “I had to see more. (Max) - Just be honest with us. (Audrey) - We can get through anything if we’re honest with each other. (Max) - From the two people who secretly tailed me, violated my privacy, and tried to break into my phone? Is that the kind of honestly you mean? Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.” (Aki)

- “Dad! Have you no sense of decency or discretion?” (Monet)

- “That’s not it at all. I’ve just... I’ve just been a little messed up lately, and... (Shan) - And you wanted me to feel as miserable as you do? (Zoya) - Well, maybe I’m miserable because I’m keeping a fucking secret I shouldn’t be!” (Shan)

- “Your privilege has afforded you the ability to live your life as a proud, out, young Black woman in a country where none of those things come easily. But they come easily for you because of me. So you have no right to question how your father and I live our lives, just like we have never... questioned how you live yours. My only regret is that you chose a public place to make a mess. But that is what you are growing into. A mess.” (Monet’s mother)

- “Even I didn’t see that twincest coming.” (Luna)

- “The parents are the true monsters. The kids are simply modeling their behaviour.” (Kate)

- “What if I don’t want to be loved? Love only exposes you to trouble. Isn’t it better to hate and be hated? (Monet) - No. Not at all. (Luna) - I want to be loved. (Monet) - Me, too. Me fucking too.” (Luna)

- “There’s no such thing as a love story. Because for it to be a story, it would have to have a beginning, a middle, and an end. And love doesn’t end. It changes. It grows. It dims, and it dies. But even then, it’s never over. It lives in your shadows, waiting to wake you in the middle of the night... to tap you on your shoulder when you least expect it. A splinter you can never get out. Each love is a crime that haunts us and we pile up crimes as we go. And while we tell ourselves we’ll never get caught, we know we always will. It’s only a matter of time till we commit our next crime. And this one, we swear... will be our last.” (Gossip Girl)

#quote #quotes #citation #quotation #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl reboot 2x04 #gg reboot 2x04 #gossip girl reboot quotes #gg quotes #luna la #monet de haan #julien #audrey x aki x max

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autisticshadowthehedgehog · 3 years

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The Eggfam Sitcom Pitch

The Parent:

Dr Ivo Robotnik | Eggman - evil villain supreme and creator of about one-shit billion robot children. The robots that have more sentience consider him their dad and are very protective of him despite his varying levels of niceness to them. He does have a soft spot for them, whether or not he shows it, though he mainly focuses on capturing Sonic the Hedgehog, local mobian hero.

The Children:

Metal Sonic - insists he is the oldest because he was built first, even though he’s mentally a teenager and we’re pretty sure Coconuts was created first anyway, but we don’t like to argue with him. He’s partially nonverbal, very stubborn, and competitive as hell. The only one Bokkun listens to, somehow, as well as the only one not unnerved in the slightest by Tails Doll. I think his inner narration should be heard throughout the show like Scrubs.

Scratch and Grounder - twin robots, designed respectively after a chicken and a god-only-knows. Scratch is the more take-charge of the two while Grounder is the more dim-witted. They argue all the time with each other and with everyone else. Because they never get any reactions from Metal Sonic, they believe that they don’t bother him. They do. Very much.

Coconuts - small little angry monkey, perpetual disappointment of the family. You know Garry/Jerry from Parks and Rec? That’s his role in the show. He’s mentally the oldest/most responsible and also the most frustrated due to the aforementioned JerryMandering. The focus of the most of Bokkun’s pranks.

Metal Knuckles - more of a quiet loner than the others, and unlike the rest, has the ability to think before they act. They’re not as concerned with getting Eggman’s approval, instead just trying to do their job as best they can. Due to these traits, they’re the least likely to get pulled in wacky shenanigans. They still will, just not as often as everyone else. They use they/them pronouns now because I said so.

Decoe and Bocoe - two humanoid bodyguard robots. Of the pair, Decoe is smarter, though they both have a lot of ignorance in regards to social smarts. Both of them are clumsy but friendly, and a constant annoyance to Metal Sonic.

Bokkun - the ultimate “spoiled youngest child” archetype. Bokkun has the mentality of a 6-8yo in the most annoying way possible. She is a messenger robot mainly but tends to end her messages by blowing something up. She also is obsessed with sweets and pranks and constantly teases the other bots to the point where they keep trying to fight her (with the exception of Metal Sonic, as the two of them seem to tolerate each other). However, they can also be a HUGE crybaby and have quite the temper. She uses she/they pronouns now because I said so.

Orbot and Cubot - another pair of robots with a very clear smart/dumb dichotomy. Orbot is much more calm and collected, while Cubot is quite random and often malfunctions. The two of them, unlike the other bots, don’t have a sibling dynamic and instead have more of an “obliviously blissful married couple” vibe. So they’re less siblings of Metal Sonic and his squad and more the weird uncles who somehow get into just as much chaos.

Tails Doll - nobody is sure what Tails Doll is or where it came from or what it can do. At this point we’re not even sure if Robotnik created it. Tails Doll never speaks, only stares into the middle-distance. If you look directly at it, you will either hear pure white noise or very ominous music. We do not know how it can fly or operate, especially since we don’t think it has any mechanics inside. It does what it wants and nobody can stop it. Its pronouns are unknown to us mere mortals so you can just call them by anything.

Belle - the youngest of the Robotnik fam. She was built during Eggman’s “Mr Tinkerer” phase, and thus is very sweet, polite and gentle, with a disposition towards goodness, making her a huge outcast among the Robotnik Lab. Most of the time she’s trying to live with the Sonic Squad™ but due to shenanigans she often ends up kidnapped and thus stuck in a room with her siblings who try to teach her how to behave evilly before these stupid hedgehogs can irreversibly correct her moral code. She’s got the awkward, confused new kid vibe.

The Disowned Children:

Breezie - one of Eggman’s oldest bots, and the first one who permanently rebelled. She was an assassin-bot, but now she runs a talkshow and has a pretty stable life with Junior. The two of them stay out of everyone’s crap most of the time, minding their own business, but sometimes they’ll stop over for holidays because they love drama and wanna see what happens.

Junior - another one of Eggman’s “lost” bots, he was designed to be Eggman’s son, only to decide that Sonic was cooler. He’s now a construction worker helping to repair damage that is mostly caused by his creator. He lives with Breezie and while they stay out of everyone’s way most of the time, the two of them are suckers for drama so they’ll show up every now and again just to throw Eggman off his rhythm.

E123 OMEGA - the most dangerous of Eggman’s lost bots, Omega will stop at nothing short of destroying every Robotnik creation to prove that he is superior. He lives with Team Dark, the weird cousins who are tentatively on Sonic’s side, though he will not hesitate to murder anything in front of his eyes. Everyone loves him.

and finally...... the new boyfriend:

Dr Starline - shows up to help Eggman create a Zombot virus and immediately attracts the ire of all of the lab children despite not really doing anything to them. They don’t like that Eggman is paying attention to someone else and will stop at nothing to bring him down. And probably kill him.

tell me you wouldnt watch this show. it’d be the funniest thing

#sonic the hedgehog #ivo robotnik #dr eggman #metal sonic #belle the tinkerer #eggfam #mine

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stillebesat · 3 years

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Code: Blanket (part 2)

Sanders Sides: Logan, Remus, Virgil, Janus, Patton Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Prompt: “If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.” with Anxceit? (platonic is 100% good for me) Blurb: A friendship doesn’t stop just because one person decides to act like a dick. Especially when said dick is obviously in trouble. Overall Fic Warnings: Homophobia talk, Neglectful/Abusive Parents implication, Capitol Riot references, Injuries Taglist in Reblog

Part 1

“Your son is sneaking out.”

If the weight of his husband settling on top of him in the bed hadn’t been enough to fully wake Logan from sleep, the gleeful tone of Remus’s voice in his ear and the words he spoke were certainly enough to do so.

He tilted his head to the side, squinting up at his husband’s shadowy figure looming over him, ignoring how his heart had jumped into his throat, leaving an aching cavity in his chest. “If our son is sneaking out after dark, Sir Night Owl.” He said, working to sound calmer than he actually felt. “Then that’s obviously your influence at work and your problem.”

Remus gave a low chuckle, kissing his cheek. “Lion Kinging me, Messire Early Bird? Fair enough. I accept.” He shifted to roll off the bed, only to pause as Logan grabbed his hand.

“Virgil’s never snuck out before.” He whispered, flinching as he heard the front door close. Why would his son feel the need to do--sure teenagers were known to be rebellious, but he’d been clear that Virgil could talk to him about anything, anytime. To have him just suddenly leave without a word to them, without any indication that anything was wrong--

Remus squeezed his hand. “I heard him say ‘The offer still stands, D.’ as he walked by our door, sooo~ secret relationship?”

Logan pushed up onto one elbow, breath catching. “You heard him say Dee?” He demanded. “You’re certain?” He hadn’t known the two were still in communication. The end of their lifelong friendship last year had been...volatile. Virgil had been miserable for months afterwards.

“Yes?” His husband tilted his head. “You know them?”

Logan nodded, rolling over so he could grab his glasses from the night stand. “So do you. It’s Janus. Son of the Daemons.”

Remus stiffened, hissing like a broken teapot. “What offer could Virgiepoo possibly make to that horrible family of--”

“They were childhood friends.” Logan interrupted his husband before he went off on yet another long winded swearing spree about the Daemons. “Janus didn’t always approve of his parents...antics.”

Remus snorted, pulling Logan to his feet. “Antics? Those Ultra Christian Karens on Manbaby Cheeto Horse Steroids nearly cost both of us our jobs because they couldn’t stand the thought of their son knowing two gay men.”

Logan smirked, shrugging on a robe, placing his phone in the pocket just in case Virgil called. “And how did that turn out? With them facing the best lawyer in the country?”

Remus leaned in for a kiss. “Not good.” He breathed against his lips.

“Exactly.”

“Soo…” Still clad in only his boxers, Remus entwined his fingers in Logan’s, pulling him out of their bedroom towards the front door. “Son of our Enemy. Virgil sneaking out in the middle of the night to see him. What exactly is this offer that he’s offering to the Villains who aimed to destroy our happily ever after?”

An offer that Logan had believed had been firmly taken off the table over a year ago. “Simply put. Sanctuary.”

Which begged the question. What had happened in the Daemon household to convince Virgil to offer their home, after everything the two families had gone through, to their son once more?

“Sanctuary.” Remus repeated like it was a foreign word. “To one of their spawn? Are you serious?”

Knowing how much of a giving and forgiving heart his son had? Logan pulled open the front door, unsurprised to see the two teens standing frozen on the porch.

He had good timing like that.

“Boys.” Logan greeted, attention drawn immediately to Janus as he tried to hide behind his son only to be stopped by Virgil’s tight grip on his arm.

Janus swallowed, a tremor visibly going through him as met Logan’s eyes. “Mr. L.” He whispered, the porchlight throwing his face, and therefore, the stark purple bruise and cuts by his eye into sharp relief.

Sanctuary. He could now totally understand why Virgil had chosen to reach out.

The crumpled state of the boy’s clothes, the mask -an unusual accessory for the known anti-masker, anti-vaxxer family- the greasy hair, all of the obvious signs of neglect, Logan mentally catalogued as he immediately reached out, drawing the boy closer to him. “Janus.” He breathed, hating how the boy flinched at his movement, how he trembled under his touch even as he leaned into Logan’s hand as he cupped the boy’s uninjured cheek. “What happened?”

“Well, I hope what’s happening is that we’re kidnapping the demon spawn for ranso--” Remus cut off, inhaling sharply as he too caught sight of the facial disfigurement. “Lo, lemme see that.” He demanded, gently pushing him to the side so he could take the boy’s chin into his hands, tilting his head this way and that in the porch light.

Virgil relaxed, even as Janus visibly tensed, trembling under Remus’s scrutiny.

For good reason. The young Daemon had to feel like he was stepping into the Lion’s den by coming here.

“It’s okay, Dee. Remus is a surgeon. The best. You’re in safe hands.” Virgil said softly, keeping a firm grip on his friend’s arm as the boy shifted his feet like he was debating about turning tail and running.

Something he’d never thought Janus would do. The boy took after his parents in being willing to face confrontation head on, no matter the odds.

Something definitely was wrong here.

“What happened?” Logan repeated, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

Janus’s eyes flickered between him and Remus, breath hitching as he opened his mouth. “I--I--”

Remus growled, eyes flashing as he turned to Logan, gesturing wildly with his free hand. “What happened?! He’s lucky the wound isn’t infected, Lo! It’s obvious it’s been untreated. Obvious that he’s been neglected, mistreated, abused!”

Janus flinched at every word. “Yes.” The word ghosted over his lips, barely heard.

Virgil shook his head, eyes burning with quiet fury. “It’s worse.” He slipped his phone out of his pocket, tapping on the screen and flipping it so Logan could see the tweet there. “His parents locked him in their unfinished attic for FOUR months, Dad. And then they left him to go harring off to D.C. to storm the Capitol!”

They…WHAT?!

Logan saw red as Remus swore, his husband pulling Janus into a tight hug, the boy letting out a startled squeak at the action. “I changed my mind, Lo. We’re not kidnapping him, we’re adopting. Surprise, my little rebel. You’re mine now.”

Janus’s eyes went wide, shimmering with unshed tears as he stood stiffly in Remus’s grip, fingers twitching. “Y-yours?” He whispered, in such a small voice that had Logan wrapping an arm around the boy’s shoulders as well. “I--I--but I’m---I’m--”

There’d been a time he’d considered Janus almost like a second son with how often he and Virgil had hung out at their house as kids. Logan wasn’t at all opposed to rediscovering that sentimeint.

“It doesn’t matter.” He whispered in the boy’s ear. “You have a home here, Janus, for as long as you need one.”

The boy shuddered in their hold, breath hitching as he bowed his head, not quite resting it against Remus’s bare chest. “I--I tried to---I couldn’t get out! I tried everything to bre--to break free and then they just….left me. Their SON. They--” He broke off as Remus pulled him closer, a soft sob escaping as his husband carded his fingers through the boy’s hair.

“It’s okay, Janny-boy.” Remus whispered. “You did what you could with what you had.”

Janus shook his head. “I--i should have---sooner. I couldn’t--I didn’t think they’d actually!! My own parents.”

Virgil pressed in on the group hug, gently freeing the face mask from the boy’s ear. “Dee. You couldn’t have known.”

“I SHOULD have though!” He growled, twisting his head to stare at Virgil, cheeks streaked with tears. “We’ve been friends for years, Annie! I KNOW you and Mr. L. and...and…but when things,” His eyes flickered to Remus and back. “Changed. The pandemic and everything---I didn’t...I sided with them and thought they had to be RIGHT this time, but then things...stuff happened and THEY LOCKED ME UP and treated me like I was A NUT CASE when I--I--” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “They wouldn’t listen to me.”

Logan exhaled, squeezing the boy’s shoulder as he met his husband’s furious eyes. “I’m sorry, Janus.” He said, keeping his tone soft. “Your parents have had their...good...qualities at times,”

Remus snorted, but kept silent as Logan shot him another look.

“And I know...they’ve only tried to protect you from their perceived evils in the world, but Janus.” He shifted his position so he could cradle the boy’s injured cheek. “What they did to you was wrong. So very wrong.” And bound to be worse when the whole story was told. “It’s monstrous that they chose to treat their own flesh and blood in such an abhorrent and inhumane manner just because you disagreed with them and I will not stand for it. You deserve better and you will be treated much better here than you have been there. I promise you that.”

Janus abruptly twisted in Remus’s arms to cling to Logan, resting his head against Logan’s chest, fingers digging into the folds of his robe, his thin body shaking with sobs. “Don’t make me go back.” He whispered.

Logan shook his head, pressing a firm kiss against the boy’s greasy hair. “Never.”

“I won’t let him.” Remus added, a growl in his voice. “I’ve adopted you, Jan. My word is law. No take backsies.”

Janus looked between the three of them, before focusing on Remus, licking his lips. “But. You...don’t know me--”

“You don’t know me either, kiddo. But no worries. We’ll fix all that.” His husband winked as he gathered both Virgil and Janus under each arm, letting Logan take a careful step back. “But FIRST.” He pointed a finger at the boy’s eye. “I’m getting you clean and stitched up while Logie here makes a little call to his Work Wife to figure things out. With luck, and I am rather lucky, there’ll barely be a scar when I’m done.”

Janus stiffened, glancing over his shoulder to Logan. “Work Wife?!”

Virgil chuckled, twisting Janus’s mask in his fingers. “Not an actual wife, Dee. Dad has a fellow lawyer friend.”

“Rival.” Logan corrected.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Rival that he constantly works with, so Rem calls him his work wife since he’s usually either with him or us.”

That wasn’t exactly true. He did go to other places and work with other people that weren’t Patton or his family. It just so happened that Patton ended up involved in a lot of the same sort of cases as him and so collaboration made more sense than going it alone.

Logan pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “Needless to say. I’ll take care of it, Janus. You can trust me on that.” He smiled to the teen before turning his attention to his son. “Virgil, send me a copy of that tweet as soon as you can. And Remus,” He grimaced as his husband paused, raising an eyebrow. He could see him practically vibrating with the need to stitch the kid up now. “I know you want to treat Janus ASAP, but I need photographic evidence of every single injury and sign of neglect before you do anything.” An unfortunate delay, but he needed the evidence recorded before it vanished. He hit call, placing his phone by his ear. “As soon as you’re done--”

“It’s straight to the shower, JanJan. Or a long hot bubble bath. Either way.” Remus said, ushering the teens towards the door. “We need you to get squeaky clean while Lo here does his thing, and then I can treat those wounds of yours without them getting infected. Okay?”

“I--I---uh...Okay?” Janus asked, sounding half strangled as they vanished inside.

The phone clicked. “Hello?” A sleepy voice asked over the line.

Hopefully Virgil could smooth over any further confusion for Janus until Logan could come back and reign Remus back from going full Mama Bear on the boy. “Hello, Patton.” He said, leaning against the wall, listening as the crickets began chirping again. “It’s Logan.”

“Lo?” He could hear his fellow lawyer and work rival stifling a yawn. “Wassup?”

“My apologies for calling so late, but I need your help with a case. Right now. If you’re able.”

The silence on the other hand wasn’t at all encouraging. But then again. It was late.

“...My help? With a case? Now?”

“Yes.” He’d already said that. Hopefully Patton’s brain would kick into a higher gear sooner rather than later or else this conversation would be lasting ten times longer than necessary. “You remember the Daemons?”

“Mmm….yah? Your fight with them had you fired up for ages with all their nonsense.”

“Exactly.” Logan exhaled. “Their son, Janus, just showed up at my house in an obvious state of neglect. Injured. Possibly abused. More than implied that it was his parents who put him in his current state. And I am, unfortunately, too visibly involved with the Daemons in a negative light to be considered an adequate impartial representative for him, especially if I house him in my home for the duration.”

Patton made a noise of surprise. “House him?”

“Virgil was--is a friend of his and he offered him sanctuary here when he discovered that Janus was in trouble. I’m not refusing him a safe place.”

“Safe? You just said--”

Logan closed his eyes, resting his head against the side of his house. “I know. I’m not on good terms with his parents.” They could go rot in a tar pit for all he cared about them. “But I’ve known the boy since he was six, Patton. He’s been to my house multiple times before. Been friends with my son. I won’t hold a grudge against the child for the actions of his parents.”

“Ha. I doubt his parents would appr--”

“His so-called parents Locked. Him. In. Their. Attic. For. FOUR. Months.” Logan interrupted, unable to hide the fury in his voice.

Patton sharply inhaled. “They WHAT?”

Exactly. It was good to hear his work rival taking the same tone. Patton had a soft spot for kids. “They locked him up and then abandoned him, Pat. I don’t know the exact circumstances just yet on why they felt that this was justifiable behavior, but no child should be treated like a prisoner by their family and no so-called parent’s opinion on where or who their son stays with should hold any weight if they’ve failed to provide decent care for their child in the first place!” Logan took a breath, forcing himself to relax his fingers on his phone before he cracked the screen. “Regardless, if the boy wishes to go elsewhere I won’t fight it. But he needed a safe place to go to and he chose to come here. That has to mean something considering the history between our two families.”

“It--I’d have to look into it.” Patton whispered. “This isn’t--the circumstances--”

“Are abnormal. I understand.” Logan nodded, staring off into the night. “Will you come?”

Patton huffed a laugh. “It’s not every day--ah night--you say you need me, Lo.”

That was true. They were more often rivals in the courtroom than collaborators these days. But still, he wouldn’t want any other lawyer to represent the boy if he couldn’t do it himself. “I need you, Pat.”

The sound of keys jangled in his ear. “Be right there.” Patton promised as the line went dead.

#Code: Blanket #stillbesat #Sanders Sides #Logan Sanders #Remus Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Janus Sanders #Patton Sanders #Neglectful/Abusive Parents implication tw #Capitol Riot references tw #Injuries tw #Homophobia talk tw

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Day 1: The Teasy Meeting

The sides are having a meeting, and Virgil is being teased nonstop. Will Virgil survive? And what will happen when the meeting's over?

WELCOME OCTOBER! WELCOME TICKLETOBER! Hope you enjoy this fanfic!

Logan was having a full on meeting with the other sides about specific matters that needed to be discussed with all the other sides. The meeting was going fairly smoothly, with Logan using a white board and turning to write on it.

“Now, we all know about Thomas’s boyfriend. What are some best potential date nights we can come up with for Thomas to suggest for the future? This is open for anything other than a murder spree, Remus.” Logan told them.

Remus put his hand down and huffed with annoyance.

Meanwhile, Patton was silently giggling through the entire meeting and was wiggling his fingers in Virgil’s direction. Virgil widened his eyes, and covered his face with the notebook he had brought to the meeting. He had been making a list of suggestions from earlier, and the list was visible the moment he covered his face with the notebook.

Patton then proceeded to use morse code on Virgil’s knee.

‘Taaaap...tap tap...taaaap tap taaaap tap...taaaap tap taaaap...tap taaaap tap tap...tap.’

Virgil bit his lip and closed his eyes. He knew EXACTLY what that was supposed to mean.

Just so Virgil didn’t get the jist (he did), Patton started drawing the letters onto Virgil’s back.

‘T-I-C-K-L-E’

The moment Logan turned around, Patton moved his hand back to the table and nodded. Logan surprisingly didn’t suspect them to be not quite listening, and smiled to Patton proudly. Patton gave Logan a thumbs up to solidify that ‘you’re doing great!’ and gave him one last nod of approval. Logan turned back around to talk and write at the same time, with new-found confidence.

Virgil looked over at Patton and was about to roll his eyes at his dad-like antics. But his expression completely changed to worry the moment he felt one hand on his knee.

Uh oh…

Patton then squeezed it, sending Virgil 5 feet in the air.

“Goodness! You okay Virgil? Did you feel something?” Patton asked, acting genuinely concerned.

Virgil looked at Patton with a ‘you know exactly what happened’ face. “Yes...I’m fine.”

Patton hummed in confusion. “What’s with the face?”

“Is something the matter, Virgil?” Logan asked.

“Ignore me!” Virgil covered his face with his hands and looked down at the table. “Please.”

“Very well.” Logan decided.

Logan continued back to writing, while Patton smirked in Virgil’s direction. He was being REALLY evil, and he had no regrets being this evil.

Virgil shot him a ‘you’re dead’ face and elbowed Patton.

In response to that, Patton tickled his belly for a second or so. This certainly set Virgil into the more obedient mood again.

Patton giggled silently and wiggled his fingers for Virgil to see. Virgil did NOT like where it was going.

Next, Patton traced a finger on Virgil’s ribs and slowly counted the ribs from the bottom to the top.

1...2...3...4...5...6- AJIBDYVSUBVDGCDGC!

Virgil wiggled and grabbed his hand, to prevent him from tickling. But Patton smirked and started tickling with his other hand!

Virgil tried to curl away from Patton’s evil fingers, but he couldn’t!

But then, it all stopped!

Patton was back in his seat as if nothing happened, and focusing all his attention on Logan! Oh my gosh, Patton was EEEEEVIL!

Patton then started playing footsy with Virgil’s feet under the table. Virgil closed his eyes and put his hood on, showing how embarrassed he felt like this. And yet...it wasn’t the worst experience to be in...

[An hour later:]

Patton, Virgil and the rest of the sides were dismissed from the meeting and allowed to return to regular life. But before Virgil could even think to put his headphones on, Patton grabbed his arm and pulled him into his room. “Come on, come on, come on I’ve been waiting the whole meeting for this!”

“AAAH! FOR WHAT?!”

Patton stopped, laid Virgil down onto the ground and wiggled his fingers. “Tickle time!”

Wait WHAT?!

Virgil squeaked and squealed as Patton started tickling different tickle spots on Virgil’s body. The sides, the hips, the ribs, the armpits, all of it was tickled for at least 2 minutes.

It didn’t take long for Virgil to start giggling and wiggling around in Patton’s arms. “Stahahahahap! Whyhyhyhyhy?”

“Cause I wanna tickle my dark, strange son! What’s so wrong with that?” Patton asked curiously.

“Nohohohothihihihing.”

“Good. Now lean back…” Patton stopped tickling and gently pushed Virgil’s body to the floor. “Relaaaax…” Patton moved Virgil’s bangs out of his face and cupped his cheek… “And tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Patton started tickling Virgil’s neck, specifically focusing on the chin and the side of the neck. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Patton continued to repeat the same word, knowing it would drive Virgil bonkers!

Virgil squealed high pitched and let out squeaky giggles as he shook his head back and forth. “Nohohohohoho! Hahahahahahaha!”

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kooo!” Patton teased, switching his tactics.

“Nohohohot the teheheheheheasehehes!” Virgil begged.

“But the teases are the best part of being tickle tickle tickled!” Patton reacted. “Wouldn’t you think so, Mr. Belly?”

Patton started squishing the belly into a mouth and unsquishing it to make it talk. “Yes! I do agree wholeheartedly! Yes yes yes yes yes!” Patton said in a low, silly voice as he made the belly lips nod up and down.

Virgil laughed at that. “Yohohohou’re sohohoho weihihihird!” Virgil reacted.

“Why thank you! That is my job, after all.” Patton teased with a wink,

“Yohohohou hahahahave nohoho johohohob!” Virgil shot back, sounding a little like Logan with his comment.

“You’re right, you’re right. But being a stay at home father is a volunteering job that has lots of impact!” Patton told him.

Virgil finally stopped coming up with reactions and focused on getting away from Patton’s ticklish and quick fingers.

Patton then leaned in, placed his lips onto Virgil’s belly and blew a raspberry onto his belly. Virgil squeaked and shrieked, bursting out laughing with squeaks and snorts in between. Patton smiled and blew another raspberry! And another! And another! The raspberries would not stop!

Except for once, when Patton wanted to tease him. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, Virgil! Doesn’t this feel good? Doesn’t laughing like this feel good?” Patton asked.

Virgil couldn’t help it! He nodded his head in response! He admitted but yes! It did feel good! It felt great!

In fact, it felt so good that he turned into his kitty form! Yes, you heard that right, kitty form. Virgil had a kitty form! How? Well...That’s a long story.

Patton smiled proudly. “KITTY!” Patton paused his tickling and clapped his hands rapidly.

Virgil giggled at the reaction Patton had given him.

“I guess that means you want me to keep going?” Patton asked.

Virgil nodded again while Patton nodded in understanding with pride filling his heart.

Patton moved his hands to Virgil’s neck again and started skittering on either side once exposed. When Virgil curled to one side, Patton tickled the exposed free side. It worked the other way too! Virgil was a mess of giggles and snorts from Patton’s fingers alone. The neck was a really good spot to get for both cat Virgil and human Virgil!

Then, Patton tickled up the skull, and started scratching behind his ears! This made Virgil purr while he giggled! It was so cute, Patton couldn’t get enough! “Awwww! The kitty loves the ear tickles! How adorable!” Patton teased.

“Nohohohoho! *purrrr* Nahahahat the ehehehehears! *Purrrrr* *snort* Pleehehehehease!” Virgil giggled.

“Tiiiickle tickle tickle kitty Virgey!” Patton teased even more.

“Nahahahahahaha! *purrrrrr* Nahahahat fahahahair! *Puurrrr*, *Puurrr*” Virgil was wiggling his body as well, and slapping the hardwood floor with his tail.

“Naaat faaair? The poor kitty is all pouty and maaaad! What a sad situation! Such a tragedy!” Patton teased with a fake whiney kinda voice put on.

Virgil waved his paws in the air, and reached his paw up to his ear to swat Patton’s hands off those sensitive ears of his. In response to that, Patton grabbed the swatting paw and started tickling around the outside of the toe beans! “Kitchy kitchy kitchy-”

“MEEEEEEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Virgil screamed! It almost sounded like Virgil was trying to meow! But the laughter had taken over and completely drowned out any chance of a kitty sound!

Patton gasped. “Did you just try to meow?!” Patton asked. “SO CUTE! That just makes me wanna tickle you more!” Patton tickled both ears now!

Virgil threw his head back and SCREAMED with laughter!

Patton continued to coo and tease at the purple kitty cat. “I just wanna tickle you forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and-”

Virgil hissed. “STAHAP IHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT!”

Patton cowered a slight bit. “Sorry Virgey.” he said, feeling a little guilty.

“Ihihihit’s fihihihine.” Virgil replied.

Patton eventually stopped tickling him and gave him belly rubs and belly scratches next. Virgil purred, yawned and streeeeeetched out his long cat body. “*Purrrrr*...That feels greeeaaaat!” Virgil told him, feeling like the ultimate loaf of fur.

“I’m glad.” Patton told him.

Virgil continued to purr and giggle once in a while, and slowly fell asleep. Patton smiled as he heard Virgil’s breathes slow, and gave him a stuffed animal to sleep with. The moment the toy was placed in front of Virgil’s paws, Virgil reached his paws out, grabbed the toy, and stretched onto his back with the toy in his little paws.

Patton had to prevent from squealing at that moment.

“Sleep tight Virgil.” Patton told him.

Virgil purred in response, making Patton giggle a little.

A few hours later, Virgil turned himself back into a human being and got his clothes back on. Patton was covering Virgil in love and coos like usual, and was even being cute about how much he loved being tickled earlier!

“I didn’t love it that much...I liked it, but I didn’t love it.” Virgil told him.

“Like, love, same thing in my book!” Patton declared.

Virgil couldn’t help but giggle at this. “In all honesty, it was really fun. I loved it.” Virgil replied.

“I KNEW IT!” Patton hugged Virgil to the ground and started tickling him all over again. At this pace, the tickle fight was never gonna end!

#tickletober 2021 #fluff #teasing #ticklefic #ler!patton #lee!virgil

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idyllic-affections · 5 months

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Ooooo i love your ideas for Huohuo sibling! Especially with it being canon that Huohuo actually does have a sibling (a sister). While i love your idea, have you consider Huohuo with a younger foxian sibling? A sibling that deeply admires their big sister and would brag to anyone who would listen how their brave big sister is a judge in the Ten Lord Commision, meanwhile Huohuo keeps trying to get braver just so she wont let her sibling down and let them see how she really is. (+ Tail also has begrudgingly taken a liking to Huohuo’s little sibling and usually called kid or pup or something..)

(Also here are some scenarios i have for your ideas btw:

Older foxian sibling: A sibling who would nag at Tail to be much nicer to Huohuo, a sibling who would let their sister sleep with them if she thought there was a monster also there’s Tail snarking how Huohuo was being a baby and the sibling just give him a death glare, a sibling who has a weird relationship with Tail that’s like “they seem to hate each other a lot but they actually secretly care for the each other” kind, and a sibling that Huohuo loves a lot and vowed to be a much braver judge for them.

Emanator sibling: A sibling that Huohuo tries to impress a lot even though she doesnt have to, a sibling that Huohuo compares herself a lot to, a sibling that is much favored by their parents who saw Huohuo as a monster because of Mr. Tail, a sibling who never cares about any of that and loves Huohuo for who she is

I apologize for the sadder tone for the emanator sibling but i imagine that having a sibling who’s an emanator will definitely get you to be compared with them a lot, whether it is you or other people that will do it)

- 🐱 Anon

P.S. I hope you dont mind me asking again but have you seen the Dottore poem i sent?

BABY FOXIAN SIBLING WAHHHHH THATS SO REAL TOO i often write older sibling thoughts because it's, more often than not, my instinct to feel responsible for and protective of a character i like, especially if they're young (-ish, huohuo IS foxian so she's chronologically older than a normal mortal would be but she's still a child by foxian standards)..... but huohuo as a big sister is the cutest to me :(

she tries so hard to be brave for them because she knows how much they look up to her and how they brag to everyone that their super awesome and brave and strong big sister is a judge in the ten lords commission!!! AND she's younger than most adult luofu natives!!!!! their big sister is just the coolest to them!!!!!! and she wants to be brave sooo bad for them. AND AWWW TAIL he's so real for that...... i like the idea of tail yelling at someone for berating huohuo bc only HE can and younger sibling [name] just nodding, firmly crossing their arms and shooting the person in question a pouty glare (they try so hard to look mean but really it just ends up being cute) and saying "YEAH!!!!!!! SHUT UP DO NOT SAY THOSE THINGS ABOUT BIG SISTER RAAHHH 🗣" tail probably thinks it's funny and i think he might say something along the lines of "you tell 'em, pup" he's so dad coded to meeee 👍 cries sobs weeps

older foxian sibling!reader, who always kisses huohuo's tears away when she cries. older foxian sibling!reader, who welcomes her with open arms in the middle of the night when she has a nightmare and can't sleep unless she's with them. older foxian sibling!reader who always gets into petty arguments with tail--"no, you absolute idiot, you CANNOT say those terrible things to my sister, what's wrong with you??????" ...but they actually quite like him, and he won't really admit it, but he cares for both of those foxian siblings. ...and huohuo, who promises herself that she'll be stronger for them. because they can't kiss away her tears forever. so, for them, she will be brave.

emanator of the hunt!reader, who is widely recognized on the luofu for their prowess in battle and seen as someone worthy of a leadership position. emanator of the hunt!reader, who probably works closely with jing yuan and other important figures on the luofu. emanator of the hunt!reader, who knows that some people like to compare huohuo to them (much to their absolute rage; who is putting those stupid fucking thoughts into her head? it's not as if they chose to be seen and acknowledged by the aeon lan, you fools). emanator of the hunt!reader, who always protects huohuo; she is at her safest when she's at their side, and she knows nothing could possibly hurt her when someone so strong is always watching over her. emanator of the hunt!reader, who always reassures huohuo that she doesn't have to impress them or live up to their achievements--"i don't know how being an emanator is an achievement anyway... i didn't choose this? anyway... sweetheart, you don't have to impress me or live up to me. you are perfect as you are. if anyone says otherwise, let them know that they can answer to me, yeah?" ...and huohuo, who can't protect them, but can instead heal them at every opportunity. she will uplift their strength as best as she possibly can (the hunt and the abundance have never historically gone well together, have they? but this is different. where [name] falls, huohuo will raise them up again. something something.... what lan and yaoshi could have been, their pathstriders have become instead...... blah blah blah /lh)

don't worry, dear!!!! i don't mind you asking. i did see it. i have to respond to another bunch of asks soon, i just havent had much motivation today ajkshlfjs <3

#aphelion replies: 🐱 anon 🌸#*head in hands* huohuo :(

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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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listening to the rebel robin podcast- ep 1 and 2

interesting things i noticed...

-Robin in ep 1 saying “ ask for forgiveness not permission” like nancy in s3. Can’t wait for that teamup.

-Robin not being a fan of tom cruise’s ‘appeal’- who steve mentions in s1 he looks like. lol

- Robin says she’s afraid of change (kind of like Hopper in s3).

- robin says: ‘surviving hawkins takes a special skillset. hawkins high isn’t the easiest place to exist. Barb is like me...people that are different don’t last long in Hawkins and that’s what i mean about barb. she knew that you couldn’t be exactly who you were without serious consequences.” teacher:”if barb was so good at surviving here than why did she leave?” robin: “maybe she got tired of hiding. maybe it was getting harder to go unnoticed ... a nerd alone cause her bestfriend left her... now that would be worth escaping.”

( I wonder if that’s foreshadowing for another queer coded character other than Barb... hmm)

- Robin: “i know Will is different.what do you think happened to him?” both robin and her gay teacher mr houser are thinking about gay coded Will and Barb’s disappearances .Than Robin says . “the hawkins monster you see it too don’t you? the way it eats people up. That’s why the camouflage is so important. Because it’s always lurking in the shadows... i think you know that , don’t you? You wouldn’t be worried about me if you didn’t.( aka both queer characters thinking that something bad happen because Barb/Will couldn’t conform/camouflage properly)

- gay robin dreams of running away ( ‘like barb’) and mr houser who did something similar when younger says it’s no way to live a life and robin in turn says running away is a “good way to keep your life, though.” which again is a very dark line if you’re gay and living in a small b*goted town.

mr houser in ep 2 says: “there are monsters everywhere.” (even in cities). When robin says he should recommend subversive books he likes, he says “that’s a sure fire way to rile up the monster... I know you understand this robin all your talk of camoflage that is you working in the system”. Robin than says she has no choice but to do so- and she needs to runaway or rebel because eventually she’ll be a person she doesn’t recognize or like.

The monster in this case is conformity- and people who are gay (in the 80s) and forced in the closet have much more fear/ emotional turmoil over such a monster watching and observing their every move.

I talked about it here - how in the rebel robin novel the main villain is the "monster of conformity and heteronomativity." So the companion podcast has similar themes. The book even mentions how both (gay) robin and mr hauser use “camoflage” to protect themselves from the monsters. Robin even says the Monster got mr hauser fired (after he’s outed by Dash). Robin also says if Dash knew the truth about her liking girls-the monster would be on her tail too. Of course the monster in the book also represents (for the most part) conformity and popularity. The whole book is Robin learning not to conform nor care about what other people think of her-and to be herself.

infact, ep 1 of the podcast also mentions the book 1984: the villain (big brother) brutally purges out anyone who does not fully conform to their regime using the Thought Police and constant surveillance through telescreens (two-way televisions), cameras, and hidden microphones. the ‘rebel robin’novel also has Robin/other students analyze the short story ‘the lottery’ -“The Lottery” was controversial because it critiqued blind conformity to tradition.The story suggested that even picturesque small towns in America are not always peaceful, and it questions the potential negative impacts of adhering unquestioningly to traditions.

in ep 2 about frankenstein :we see references to (maybe) dr brenner and the mindflayer

- robin “marry shelly understood who the real monsters were “. teacher: who were the real monsters in frankenstein? Robin:“the doctor.pretending scientific innovation is more important than humanity... innovation isn’t more important than humanity... How you treat people is what really matters. frankenstein doesn’t get a gold star for making another human being and than treating his creation like dirt... frankenstein tried to control another sentient being.”

( Well sounds like Brenner who tried controlling el and other numbers for the sake of scientific “progress”. the monster even called frankenstein “father” aka “papa”. And El watched the film frankenstein in s2. Although, the whole treating your ‘creation’/child like dirt-could apply to another dad in the series too.)

- “ Robin about the monster in frankenstein“ well he was scared and confused and left to fend for himself. Which doesn’t excuse things but... i think she was saying we’re the monster...the fear they feel when they see him just because of the way he looks. That’s the true horror.”

(More stuff about conformity/society being the real monster.If you’re not aware - frankenstein was originally titled “the modern prometheus”. After the fire god-prometheus. Which Robin even references in s3. fire god (will the wise)=mindflayer.

Another cool eastergg is that in the novel and podcast they mentioned Robin’s friend Milton-which is first name of the author who wrote ‘paradise lost’- which the monster (in frankenstein) read .

-Robin also compares herself to frankenstein’s monster- saying they both want to runaway to a different country because they both are trapped in a society that doesn’t accept them.

#robin buckley #rebel robin #nancy wheeler #will byers #barbara holland #mike wheeler #steve harrington #el hopper #stranger things theory #jim hopper #martin brenner

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Riding High

Ch 4: Skating The Issue

Chapter Summary: It’s Fliss’ turn to host Frank and Mary and both adults seem to be skating round a particular issue…

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

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 3

"Hey Cowgirl, how do you cook a skate?"

Fliss had to read the message twice "I'm assuming you’re talking about the fish..."

"No an ice skate..." the sarcasm dripped of his reply and she could just imagine him rolling his eyes.

"Where the fuck did u get an ice skate in South Pass?" she giggled to herself as she typed her response.

"R u deliberately being an ass?"

"Why did u get a skate when u don’t know how to cook one?"

"I don't know how to cook a lot of things. And there was a guy at the harbour giving them away. Extra catch he said. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth etc…"

Fliss pondered something for a moment before she leaned back in her chair and continued the conversation "Well why don't u bring them round tonight and I'll do them. I still haven't cooked for you after the BBQ the other week"

"Don’t worry, I haven't taken it to heart that every time we've tried to arrange it you've cancelled"

"Piss off!" She laughed to herself as she replied "It’s this weather man, it's so hot... not my fault I've had to rejig all my lessons and exercise my own horses at 9pm... you've been busy too don't forget!"

"Busy time of year for Sailing, what can I say? As it happens I can do tonight but I'll have Mary. Is that ok?"

"No, Frank I expect you to leave her at home on her own... "

“Trust me if I could I would, she’s driving me insane at the moment.”

“Why?” Fliss frowned slightly as she hit send. Whilst she hadn’t really seen Frank other than the previous week for Mary’s riding lesson they talked often by text and he hadn’t mentioned she was playing up. And then she suddenly realised. It was the last Saturday of the Summer holidays. Mary started school on Monday. And she had already made her feelings about that very clear to Fliss, several times.

“I’ll explain later. What time?”

Fliss checked her watch. It was 4pm.

"Say 6 ish? I'll send you the post...I mean zip code...why the fuck do you lot call it a zip code anyway?"

"Stands for Zone Improvement Plan"

"That makes no sense"

"Course it does. Zip, its fast, as in the mail travels more efficiently, and more quickly when people use it"

"And you wonder why Mary is such a smart ass!"

"Whatever, see you at 6."

"Bye Sailor."

Standing up she slipped her phone into the back pocket of her riding breeches and headed out onto the main yard. It was empty. The weather had been scorching recently, so hot she had been forced to cancel a lot of lessons and offer something different to her students. She had been taking the younger kids on trail rides through the grounds that surrounded her yard and onto the waterside and then taught them basic horse care and grooming routines, whilst the older clients who wanted to continue their training had moved their sessions to earlier or later in the day. That said, she had no one left to teach today and she was giving her own 3 a rest so it was a case of making sure waters in the fields were topped up ready for evening turn out.

Thor was flopped in the shade of one of the stables, flat on his side. He cracked an eye open as she passed and his tail lazily thumped on the floor. “Oh boy…I know it’s hot…” she said with a chuckle, bending over to give him a scratch before she stood up and he did the same, trotting obediently at her heels as she headed through the gate and down the dirt tracks which led to the turn out paddock. Joanne, Ruby and Ellis her head groom and stable hands were busy with the water truck topping up the troughs in the bottom field.

“Hey guys.” she smiled “All ok?”

“Yeah,” Joanne nodded “We’ve topped all the others up, this is the last one.”

“Great, ok well let’s get them fed and then we can get them turned out and have an early finish.” Fliss smiled. “Ruby, Ellis, keep an eye on the water.”

The girl and boy nodded and then Fliss and Joanne headed back towards the yard.

“So, you doing anything tonight?” Joanne asked.

“Oh, erm, Mary and Frank are coming over for dinner.” Fliss said

“As in Mary and Frank Adler?” Joanne looked at Fliss.“God he is dreamy. Total fuck boy though.”

Fliss laughed, “So you told me. He’s a nice guy though, I enjoy talking to him.”

“Talking?” Joanne deadpanned “Seriously, you’ve got a sure thing there and you’re talking?”

Fliss snorted “Trust me I’m not looking for anything else, certainly not at the moment.”

“Yeah well, you never find anything when you’re looking for it do you?” Joanne said lightly as they walked into the feed store. “It’s always when you’re not that you come across it.”

Fliss looked at her for a moment. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to Frank, she’d have to be blind not to be. But she wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t feel ready for a relationship just yet and it would have to take someone very special to change her mind. With a sigh she jerked her head in the direction of the containers which held the horse feed.

“Start scooping that lot out.”

Joanne did as she was told and a little over an hour later everything was turned out, fed and she made sure the staff knew who was on duty in the morning. With that she dismissed them early and set off to the store grabbing the ingredients she needed.

***** “Woah!” Mary said as Frank pulled up outside the gates “Does Fliss live here?”

“According to the directions…” Frank raised his eyebrows. He pulled out his phone and gave her a call.

“Hi, you at the gates?” she asked.

“I think so…”

“Ok hang on…” she instructed and Frank waited. A few seconds later the iron gates swung inwards. “Drive past the main house on your right and keep coming until the drive bends round. The annex is to the left behind the garage. Door’s open, just come on in.”

Frank took a deep breath and headed through the gate. Mary was looking out of the window at the large villa style house as they passed, her mouth hanging open. Bill emerged from the double garage to the left and Frank smiled at him, halting the truck.

“Alright lad?” Bill said, leaning on the top of the truck, talking through the open window. “Hey kid.”

“Hi Mr Gallagher.” Mary beamed. “We’re off to Fliss’ for dinner.”

“It’s Bill, Mary, my dad was Mr Gallagher. And you’re a lucky girl, Fliss’ cooking is superb!”

“Anything is better than Frank’s.” she informed him and Frank rolled his eyes.

“Mine too. I burn water.” Bill chuckled.

“You can’t do that.” Mary frowned, “It just evaporates.”

“It’s a figure of speech Mary, you know, a joke…” Frank looked at her shaking his head as Bill laughed.

“Well I’ll let you go.” he smiled, “Straight down the drive. Have a good evening.”

He straightened up and whistled, calling a small terrier to his heels before he headed over to a gate at the side. As he opened it, Frank just caught a glimpse of a spacious back yard and a pool before the gate snapped closed. Setting the truck forward again, he followed the drive and it turned left just before the fence, opening up into a space behind the garage where the small annex was set. It was a little detached, 2 storey building that was a similar style to the villa with a wooden door and a large bay window. The door was open and as Frank climbed out of the truck, the wrapped paper package of skate in his hand, Thor came bounding outside barking excitedly.

“Hey boy.” he said, giving the dog a pat before Thor turned his attention to Mary.

“Found it ok then?”

Frank looked up to see Fliss in the doorway. She was dressed in a pair of denim shorts that finished halfway up her toned thighs and a tight grey T-shirt which was distressed around the sleeves. Her hair was fastened back in a loose braid and she was barefoot. Frank felt a certain, and very unwelcome, pooling of arousal in the base of his stomach. Swallowing slightly he composed himself and smiled at her.

“Nice place.”

“Well the rents got a fair whack when they sold up in the UK so…” she shrugged “Sadly it’s not mine!”

He smiled, “This doesn’t look so bad.”

“Suits me, for the time being anyway until I can get my own place.” she smiled “We’re in the middle of re-decorating it so there’s stuff all over the dining room. We’ll eat outside if that’s ok?”

“Sure.” Frank smiled.

Fliss gave a sharp whistle and Thor immediately headed back towards her and into the house as Mary followed, pausing to give Fliss a hug. She led them inside and Frank looked around, the small porch area led into a square living room with a wooden floor which sported a large, light blue fluffy rug and a coffee table in the middle. There was a grey and black L-shaped sofa which ran along one wall and jutted out slightly around the edge of the coffee table and a huge flat screen TV and entertainment system nestled in the other corner which was surrounded by a huge rack of DVDs. On the wall above the sofa was a large framed photograph of Fliss with a chestnut horse, giving it a kiss on the nose, smiling as she did so, sunglasses covering her eyes. There were various other family shots in frames on other walls too. Taking it all in, Frank followed Fliss through an archway into the tiled dining room, which held a table against one wall and a display cabinet against the other which was full of trophies and rosettes. The walls were stripped bare and just as Fliss said there was a pile of decorating equipment sat in the corner. To the right a staircase headed upstairs and in front of them were double butler doors which led into the small country style kitchen. The rear doors were open onto a small flagged yard which sported a decking area upon which sat a table and some chairs. Various pot plants were scattered around the yard area and there was a wicker sofa and chair set with a smaller table and a hot tub nestled into the corner of the fence and the wall, under the kitchen windows.

“This is an annex?” Frank deadpanned looking around. Fliss turned to him, blushing slightly.

“I know, I’m very lucky.” she shrugged. “It’s as good as having my own place.”

“It’s really cool” Mary hummed “Can I go outside?”

“Knock yourself out.” Fliss said as Mary disappeared into the yard, Thor following. “So, where’s this fish?”

Frank dropped the package onto the side and Fliss peeled the paper open.

“Oooh they look great!” She grinned. “So I’m gonna pan fry them with some lemon, garlic and then I’ve done some potatoes and salad…nothing fancy but…”

“Sounds good.” Frank nodded.

“Is there anything Mary doesn’t like?”

“Tomatoes.” Frank said “I mean if they’re in a sauce of pasta she’s fine but…”

“Devil veg.” Fliss wrinkled her nose.

“Actually they’re a fruit.” Frank teased as she looked at him.

“You ever seen a tomato in a fruit salad?” she shot back, reaching around him to open the large fridge.

He laughed and moved out of her way “That’s exactly the reply Mary gives me.”

“Like I said, smart kid.” Fliss grabbed two beers before bumping the fridge door shut with her hip. She opened a drawer and grabbed a bottle opener, flipping off the cap before handing one to Frank.

“Thanks. So, is there anything I can do to help or…”

“No, everything’s done bar the fish so…” she shook her head “Stand and watch Sailor, you might learn something.”

He stood leaning against the counter as she worked, settling into comfortable chat, watching as she cleaned, skinned and filleted the fish before squeezing fresh lemon over it and tossing it into a hot pan with a few cloves of garlic.

“It doesn’t take long” she said, “Do you wanna grab me a few plates?”

“Sure.” he nodded, “err…”

“Cupboard behind you, to the right.” she said over her shoulder as she pulled a salad out of the fridge and drizzled it lightly with a mixture of balsamic, oil and lemon. She did the same with the cold potatoes before she turned the heat off the stove and divided the fish up into 2 larger pieces and a smaller one for Mary.

She gently slid the slices onto the plates and then she nodded. “All done.”

“Well that looked easy.” Frank said

“You can try it yourself next time.” she looked at him, handing him the two bowls “Can you take those out the table?”

He picked them up easily and carried them outside, Mary instantly scrambling up from where she had been sat on the outside sofa with Thor and following him.

Fliss walked out with the plates which contained the fish and they all settled down, Frank placing some potatoes and salad onto Mary’s plate before doing the same for Fliss as she headed back inside for 2 more beers and an apple juice for Mary.

“This is really good!” the seven year old enthused.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful.” Frank looked at her and she gave him a filthy scowl which made Fliss laugh.

“She looks a bit like you when she does that.”

“I do not.” Mary replied indignantly.

Fliss merely smiled as she stabbed another potato and popped it into her mouth “Whatever you say.”

Mary shot her another look which earned her one back from Frank. She met his eyes with her own and gave a shrug, diving back into her food.

“Fred would like this.” she said, looking at her fish.

“Good job because I saved him the scraps.” Fliss said.

“Did you?” Mary looked at her, smiling. Fliss nodded.

Frank watched the easy exchange between the two, smiling softly. Mary had been in a foul mood all afternoon after he had taken her shopping for a few outfits for School. She had been kicking off about the fact she had to go on Monday, but he was sticking to his decision. She needed to go, be a kid, have a normal life.

“You alright?” Fliss looked at him and he nodded

“Yeah, just thinking that’s all.” he said, “Nothing serious.”

Fliss accepted his answer, even though she didn’t believe him and she changed the subject, telling Mary about a few of the things she had planned for her next riding lesson which wasn’t for another 10 days seeing as she had been for one the Saturday before.

“Can I come this Saturday?” she pleaded.

“Mary…” Frank sighed “We discussed this, once a fortnight…”

Mary scowled again and Frank let out a groan.

“Well, if it’s okay with Frank you could come up later in the day and help me with my three.” Fliss said, looking at him. “You can help Joanne with the poles on the jumps and the feeds.”

“Oh, please Frank can I?”

Frank looked at Mary then to Fliss “You sure?”

Fliss nodded “Course”

“Alright.” Frank nodded “But one more tantrum about school between then and now and you’re not going understood?”

Mary pouted a little, clearly considering this bargain before she sighed “Okay.”

When they had finished eating Frank helped Fliss clear down the table. She told him to drop the dished into the sink whilst she placed the left over salad into tubs and back in the fridge.

“So School still a sore subject?” She queried.

“Oh fuck me…” Frank sighed “Sore?” he rubbed at his temple “Monday is gonna be a nightmare.”

“She’ll get used to it.” Fliss said “She’s bound to feel a little put out a first but she’ll settle.”

“I just hope I’m doing the right thing” Frank let out a deep breath.

“You can’t do anything but your best, Frank. That’s all any of us can do.”

“Yeah, suppose.” he shrugged. “Anyway, enough about that…been meaning to ask, how’s it been with shuffling all the lessons around?”

“We’ve managed.” Fliss shrugged, heading back outside “takings are down but…well, you always get peaks and troughs.”

“Tell me about it. Boat work slows up a lot November through January.” Frank shrugged.

“You should branch out into tractor fixing.” Fliss said, settling onto the sofa next to Mary who was busy flicking through a book she had brought. Fliss glanced down and grinned “Moby Dick?”

“Yeah…” Mary looked at her “You read it?”

“A while back. I used to read a lot.”

“What’s your favourite book?” Mary asked.

“Honestly?” Fliss smiled “It’s Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.”

“Isn’t that for kids?”

“Mary…” Frank groaned “You are a kid.”

“Fliss isn’t” Mary shot back.

“No but I was when those books were released. The first one came out in 1997, I was only 13. I grew up reading them.”

Mary contemplated this. “And they’re good?”

“Yeah.” Fliss smiled “I love Harry Potter. That’s what this is…”

She pointed to the tattoo which circled her left ankle Frank glanced down at the writing, which curved around and then formed into the outline of a stag’s head on her Achilles tendon. It was quite a delicate design. Mary studied it carefully.

“Expecto Patronum…” she said, reading it out “What does that mean?”

“It’s a spell.” Fliss told her, “So in one of the books Harry has to cast it to protect himself from these creatures…and his Patonus, the thing the spell conjures, takes the form of a stag. The writing, see…” Fliss traced it with her finger “That’s the author, JK Rowling’s handwriting. I had it done a year ago, kind of a reminder to me that no matter how bad things get there’s always a way to make it better.”

Mary nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe I’ll read them then.”

“Do you want to borrow the first one?” Fliss asked “And then once you’ve done maybe one night we can watch the movie.”

“Please.” Mary nodded.

Fliss stood up and nodded for Mary to follow so she did. “be right back.”

Frank waved them away and Fliss led Mary upstairs into the spare room. It was still full of boxes, some which littered the bottom of the bunk beds. She dug into a box, found the book, and handed it to Mary. Mary took it gently and examined the cover.

“Thank you. I’ll take good care of it I promise.” Mary nodded “Can I see your bedroom?”

Fliss laughed and nodded “Sure.” she led her across the hall into the larger bedroom and let Mary walk in and look round at the airy room, glancing at the bed which was made and adorned with a light blue and yellow bed spread and a few cushions.

“It’s tidier than Franks.” Mary mused and Fliss laughed.

“I’m a girl.” she shrugged. “We’re always tidier than men.”

“Is that you?” Mary asked, striding over to a photo that was on the bedside table.

Fliss nodded as Mary looked at the frame, which contained a shot of her and her parents with her brother.

“That’s my brother Steeb…I mean Steve.”

“Steeb?” Mary looked up.

“When I was a little girl I couldn’t pronounce his name properly.” Fliss explained “I called him Steeb, or Steeby…it just kinda stuck.”

Mary gave a snort of laughter as she placed the frame down and Fliss waited until she finished looking around before she headed for the door. They made their way back down the stairs and outside, where Frank was looking at something on his phone. He looked up at them as they walked back through the bi-folding doors.

“Did you say thanks?”

“She did.” Fliss nodded.

“Good.” Frank nodded. He took a sigh and looked at Fliss “I don’t wanna rush out but it is getting kinda late and someone will be a crank if they don’t get to bed soon.”

“Yeah he’s always grumpy if he doesn’t get enough sleep.” Mary quipped and Frank shook his head with a huff of laughter as Fliss giggled.

They all made their way inside and Fliss retrieved the wrapped up fish scraps for Fred which Frank took, his fingers gently brushing against hers which again sparked that damned fire in his belly. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Fliss merely smiled at the contact and turned to Mary “So remember, no being a pain in the bum about school or…”

“Yeah yeah I know…” she shrugged.

“Something tells me she isn’t gonna pay a blind bit of notice.” Fliss said, watching as she bounded to the truck.

“Nope.” Frank agreed, shaking his head. “Thanks for dinner Fliss, it was great.”

“Not a problem, if you’re happy to play hunter gatherer I’m always happy to cook.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” he smiled at her, and after a seconds hesitation he leaned down and pecked her on the cheek. “See you Saturday.”

She smiled and watched him head down to his truck where he paused and looked back at her, giving her another smile which spread across his handsome face and Fliss felt the butterflies in her stomach stirring in the way they always seemed to do whenever he looked at her. Tossing him a wave she watched them go before she shut the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath.

“Stop chasing rainbows Lissy…” she muttered to herself, before she headed for a glass of wine and her latest book before retreating outside for the rest of her evening.

******

Surprisingly Mary kept most of her vitriol about going to school at bay, something Frank knew was down to the promise of visiting the yard. There was the odd grumble, which he shut down fairly easily. He had no illusions about the fact it would no doubt start in earnest on Sunday but for now he was simply happy to have a reprieve from the subject she had been complaining about for the past few weeks.

Seeing as she kept up her side of the bargain, he kept his. Fliss was more than happy to see them, and if he was completely honest, Frank was happy to see her as well. They talked to each other by text every single night now, it had just become a habit more than anything. And a habit he was happy to indulge.

They arrived at the yard a little after 5pm and Fliss was already on board a large, black horse with 4 white socks and a white blaze. She waved in acknowledgement but as they made their way to the paddock to watch, the horse gave a sudden sharp kick with its back left before stopping dead and launching its ass into the air. For a moment he thought Fliss was going to come unseated but she merely smirked and sat back, giving the horse a quick kick on. It moved a few steps and repeated the move.

"Give up you little shit..." he heard Fliss mumble and he bit back a snort as there was nothing little about the brute she was on.

She kicked again, but this time nothing, and the horse threw both its front legs up in a rear. Frank swallowed, as Fliss stood up in her stirrups throwing her reins forward before the animal landed down and she gave it a sharp tap with her stick. At that it moved forward a few steps and Fliss gently encouraged it to continue with a little squeeze of her legs.

"No worse than normal..." she said to Joanne who was grinning at the horse’s antics.

"He’s an ass..." Joanne laughed "you would think he'd learn he never gets away with it..."

"That's...that's normal?" Frank sputtered out and Fliss who had just struck the horse up into trot laughed.

"Yip" she called out, moving the horse on down the long side of the arena "He likes to fart about does Bronson"

Fliss warmed the horse in and then gestured to Mary to come into the paddock. She climbed the fence and sprinted over to where Joanne was.

“Ok so Joanne is now going to put out some poles…see.” Fliss looked down at her from her vantage point aboard the tall, black gelding. “The ones before and after the jump wings are take-off and landing poles. They are to help him and me figure out where he needs to be taking off and landing.”

Mary nodded eagerly

“Not all horses need them, but Bronson is still learning so it helps him to understand.”

Frank simply stood watching as Joanne directed Mary to help her set out the lightweight, brightly coloured pole before Joanne looked at Fliss and asked her something. Fliss nodded and Joanne set up a small cross-pole. Fliss circled the horse and sent it at the fence, Bronson hardly leaving the ground the fence was that low.

“Stick it up a foot!” Fliss called as she circled.

The fence was put up and Frank noticed Mary was watching every movement with utter rapt attention. She tugged on Joanne’s sleeve who turned to her and she pointed at the jump and Joanne nodded. Fliss sailed the horse over the next one and it was put up again.

This practice continued until one time the horse slammed on at the fence and skidded to a halt. Fliss fell onto the horse’s neck and Frank felt his heart stop but she didn’t fall. Instead she shuffled back onto the saddle, turned him and sent him straight back at the jump. This time he didn’t stop.

“So do you know what happened there?” he heard Fliss ask. Mary shook her head. “So his striding was off. He was trying to rush and I asked him to sit up and pay attention, because of that he got confused so he wasn’t right to take off when I needed him to. That’s why he stopped.” “So he wasn’t being naughty?” Mary asked.

“Nope.” Fliss shook her head. “Genuine mistake. See he’s only five so he’s a baby really, not like Cap who could jump a course with his eyes closed.”

“Cap?” Frank looked at her, and she turned to him. “Seriously, you have a dog called Thor and a horse called Cap?”

Fliss grinned “His full name is Captain Chaos…he was already named that when I got him but it fits my Marvel obsession perfectly.”

He shook his head with a smile and watched as this time the jump was higher again. Joanne moved Mary to stand under it, to show her how high it was and Mary’s eyes grew wide and she looked at Frank. He gave her a thumbs up and she moved out of the way as Fliss brought Bronson down again. The horse took off but clipped the pole with his front legs, knocking it down.

“That was because he didn’t pick his feet up enough…” Fliss called as she circled back round, coming again. “He’ll do it this time, watch…”

And he did. Fliss repeated the jump 3 times and Frank couldn’t help but marvel at how in tune with the animal she was. It was like they were working as a unit, she made it look effortlessly graceful, her hands and legs moving in coordination as she folded with the horse, as if jumping over a meter off the floor on the back of a half-tonne animal was the most natural thing in the world to do. The mere thought of it scared the crap out of Frank.

After the third clear jump, Fliss nodded to Joanne and slowed the horse down, letting him stretch.

“Always end on a good note” she grinned at Mary as she patted the horse. Frank could see Mary was thinking something and with that she nodded to Mary and rode the horse over to Frank.

“She wants to sit on him…” She looked at Frank “Is that ok?”

Frank swallowed “Isn’t he a bit…big?” he asked.

“Yeah but he’ll behave now…he’s knackered…tired…” she corrected her English slang. “She can sit up here with me if you’re comfortable with it?”

Frank bit his lip. “Are you sure he will be ok?”

“Trust me Sailor, I wouldn’t let her up here if I wasn’t convinced I could keep her safe…” Fliss said, removing her hat. She passed it down to Mary “Put that on and I don’t EVER want to see you on a horse without one, ok…do as I say not as I do.”

“Frank says that to me all the time…” Mary took Fliss hat and clipped it on. It was a little big but would do the trick.

“Sound advice…” Fliss grinned. “You wanna lift her up?”

Frank nodded and scaled over the fence, lifting Mary easily by the waist. He passed her up and she swung one leg either side of the saddle and gave a gasp.

“I’m so high!”

“Yup!” Fliss grinned, shifting back so Mary could settle in front of her “Ok, hands on this strap…” she indicate to the leather line around the horses neck “I call this my Oh sh-I mean, Oh No Strap…” she said “If anything goes wrong I can grab it and hold on.”

“You can say the word…” Mary looked up at her “Frank does.”

“Stop tattle telling.” Frank sighed.

Fliss laughed and gently nudged the horse on and walked it around a few laps before changing direction and repeating. Frank spotted Joanne was putting the jump wings away so he went to help and the girl beamed at him as she directed him to where they were stored by the hay barn. By the time they had finished Fliss and Mary were stood by the gate.

“You ready to get down?” Frank asked. Mary nodded so he reached up and gently aided her off the horse before Fliss dismounted.

“Wanna lead him in?” she looked at Mary, taking the horse’s reins and moving them over his head. Mary nodded and Fliss let her lead, all the time remaining nearby. This time they didn’t head into the main barn they walked further round to a smaller private block of 4 stables.

“So these are mine.” Fliss said. “That’s Cap…” she pointed to a large black and white horse, “And this is Heidi…”

Frank stopped in front of the large chestnut mare who looked at him before snorting. He jumped back and Mary laughed as Joanne took Bronson off Mary and led him into one of the stables.

“Yeah she’s a bit particular…” Fliss teased “But she’s my pride and joy. Had her since I was 16.”

“Is she the one you did the Olympics on?”

“No.” Fliss said, “That wasn’t my horse. It was a sponsor’s. Heidi was my competition horse before I started training for the Olympics but I couldn’t part with her. I’ve had her since she was 4 and she’ll be 21 this year.”

“Do you still ride her?” Mary asked, reaching up to stroke the mare’s head.

“Yeah.” Fliss said “She can still jump and work…not as hard but it’s important to keep them going. She’s my baby…”

The mare leaned over to nuzzle at Fliss and almost as if he could sense it, Thor appeared and walked into the middle of them, sitting down, nudging Fliss with his nose.

“And you of course…” Fliss grinned, patting the dog.

They headed back out into the yard and Joanne took Mary to the feed room so she could help whilst Fliss carried the tack back to the room.

“Here…” Frank offered as she was juggling the saddle around so she could tap in the code. She handed it over with a smile before opening the door and directing him to the racks. “Thanks.”

“Least I can do.” Frank smiled, dusting his hands down on his jeans “Thanks for this.”

“For what?”

“Letting Mary come tonight.”

“It’s no problem, she’s never any trouble.”

“No, she just asks a lot of questions…” Frank snorted as they walked out to see Mary was now carrying buckets to the horses to feed them.

“I don’t mind. Questions are great, shows they care and want to learn…” Fliss spoke over her shoulder as she moved to take 3 buckets into the barn for her own horses.

“Still it takes a lot of patience.” Frank smiled.

Fliss scoffed “Mary is nothing, you ain’t met my brother’s kids.”

“I’d like to meet them.” Mary chipped up and Frank looked at her, holding his hands out in a ‘what?’ gesture.

“You want to meet other kids?” he looked at her “You spent half the last fortnight ranting about not wanting to go to school!”

Mary scowled in response, giving him a filthy look.

“You two really need to work on your communication.” Fliss looked between the pair of them as they stood facing off in the yard.

“We do communicate.” Mary shot back, and Fliss gave a hmmm as the girl continued “He just doesn’t listen.”

“Well I’ve decided to ignore dumb remarks.” Frank shot back, adjusting his shades

“Passive aggression is just childish, Frank.” Mary shrugged and he shook his head, looking at Fliss.

“I literally…” he trailed off with a sigh “See what I mean?”

Fliss chuckled as she watched Mary moving over to speak to Joanne about something. “She makes me laugh.”

“Glad she amuses you.” Frank arched an eyebrow.

“Well it’s funny watching you get out smarted by a 7 year old, what can I say?” Fliss smirked.

“You know I really wish I could deny that, but…” Frank sighed as he walked towards Mary, dropping a hand on her shoulder “Right, time to go short stack…”

“Oh, oh one more question?” Mary looked up at Fliss.

“Ask and walk…” Frank instructed her, giving her a gentle push “What do you say to Joanne?”

“Thank you!” Mary looked at her.

“Any time kid!” Joanne said as the 3 of them made their way to the parking lot.

“So what was the question?” Fliss said as they walked.

“Oh, right so I was watching a video…and they were doing side saddle…have you ever done that?”

“Yeah.” Fliss nodded, stopping by Frank’s truck “I did it on Heidi when I was a lot younger. Didn’t like it though. I prefer a leg on each side…”

There was a pause as she realised what she had said and flashed bright red as Frank let out a huge bellow of a laugh, as she gave an adorably embarrassed groan and hid her face in her hands.

“Oh god…” she groaned out “That…I didn’t mean…”

“Course you didn’t” Frank teased between his laughs and she punched him lightly on the arm.

“I don’t…I don’t get it?” Mary asked, looking up.

“Tell you when you’re older.” Frank said, “In…” he pointed to the truck.

Mary gave an exasperated groan “You always say that. You know I AM Seven!”

“Going on seventy…” Frank grumbled as she opened the door to the truck. He looked at Fliss and pushed his glasses up on top of his head so could see her properly. “Thank you, again.”

“Like I said, any time…” Fliss nodded, before a wicked smirk crossed her face “Next time she can sit on and jump with me.”

“Over my dead body.” Frank levelled her with a look, making her grin even more.

“Not even a little one?”

Frank rolled his eyes “Now I know why you two get on so well. Both a pain in my ass.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it Sailor!” She teased and he grinned.

“Well it kinda lightens up my day a little so…”

He trailed off and looked at her, and she blushed a little, tucking a stray strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. He couldn’t help but feel a little pleased at her bashful reaction. “Anyway I better…”

“Yeah, sure…” she nodded, “I’ll catch you later.”

“Yeah, you will.” he said “I’ll probably fire out an SOS tomorrow night when she’s kicking off about school.”

“Well you know where I am.” Fliss said, genuinely “And I mean that. If you wanna talk or anything just…”

“I will, thanks Lissy.”

There was a moment’s pause and Fliss could tell Frank was inwardly cursing himself for the slip of his tongue, using the nickname her dad had for her. But instead of correcting him she simply smiled, because, if she was honest, she kinda liked hearing it from him.

“Anytime, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

He climbed into his truck and watched as she headed back to the yard, looking back once with a smile.

“Roberta says you and Fliss would make great babies.” Mary said and Frank jolted slightly and looked at her.

“What?” he spluttered “Why would…”

“Good genes she says.” Mary shrugged and sat back in the seat.

“Roberta needs to shut up.” Frank shook his head as he put the truck into gear “Jesus Christ.”

**** Chapter 5

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

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rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip · 3 years

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what have I created?

idk if yall like this, but they just exist not i guess :/

ok the the first one is Royalty AU

first things first, when I say Royalty AU, I don't mean the classic shit we've all become accustomed to. Im talking about the good old Chinese royalty! And I want to emphasize that these guys will/should be dressed in century appropriate attire. As someone thats read a handful of 'marinette, princess of china' fics from the ML Fandom, I've noticed a common trend. Marinette wouldn't be in the culturally appropriate clothes, always ballgowns. Not that there's something wrong with it, its just most of if not all these fic are set in China, so I'd expect Chinese royalty to dress as THERE dress code calls for. And since this AU takes place far in the past like, it won't make sense for any of the characters to be in royal clothing that wasn't from there region. I'm not trying to white knight/gatekeeping. Im Guyanese not Chinese. But since JTTW and Monkie Kid take place in China, it's only right. In my opinion that it. You don't have to outright agree with me.

With out of the way, it's time for that good old AU crack

- Wukong is the king of the Flower Fruit kingdom(or a different one if you'd like, again I'm only familiar with what western culture has taught me, but I'll try my hardest)

- he’s single but rumor has it he used to/still is dating the Vigilante/thief The Six Eared Macaque

- *chants ShadowPeach violently*

- no one know whether it true or not

- On of his wanders around the kingdom he finds an abandoned baby in a basket.

- and no shit sherlock it's fucking baby Xiaotian

- I think we all know where this is going because i'm a simp for Monkey Dad & Monkie Son shenanigans

- Xiaotian becomes prince

Shit, ill be referring to Xiaotian as Mk from now on, I mentioned this before in a fic I wrote for lmk that Mk's a nickname for Xiaotian for some reason- wait i don't have to explain my self to you people!

- Sun loves his son

- MK is treated differently by staff and others because he's not blood related to the king

- no one mistreats MK per say, because there King loved his adopted son, but words are said behind his back

- Sometimes MK hears what’s said, and he feels as if he won't live up to his dad’s legacy.

- He meets Mei during a festival

- Mei is from a noble family, that wouldn't mind if they got a connection into the royal family.

- but it becomes hella clear to Mei’s family very fast that the two are just friends, and will always will be. but hey there daughter is bffs with the prince so that's a plus.

- the Demon Bull Family is rules a kingdom as well, I dont/am not creative enough to think of a name I leave that to you.

- It's a common misconception that DBK is a tyrant, when he’s not.

- most of the time...

- they have been at war with the Monkey King for some time now and settled for a peace agreement.

- that agreement being there sons to marry

- oooo original i know

- MK and Red Son are roughly the same age, Mk being 20 and RS 22

- RS is revolted/disgusted at the idea of being wed to the Monkey Kings child, even more so when he realizes MK is adopted,

- but, that all changes the second he meets MK while he meets him by accident when he gets kinda lost in the palace when he and his parents go to discuss the arrangements.

- the second he looks at MK, he's instantly in love. MK less so, he's nervous and honestly kinda bummed he's not marrying someone he loves but it's for the good of his ppl, and he'll do anything for them.

- RS isn't even aware that MK is Suns adopted son until MK walks him back to the meeting room.

"Oh There you are MK! I was about to have a servant go fetch you!" Sun Wukong says, gesturing for his boy to come sit with him.

"S-sorry for keeping you waiting I got caught up in my lessons with Mr. Tang" MK responds, sitting next to his father. Red Son looked gobsmacked. The beautiful young man he had bumped into, was the prince of this land? Damn, life truly blessed him. Or cursed him depending on how you looked at it.

- the two are left alone in a separate room for a while.

- And MK straight up tells RS why he's agreeing to this union.

"Look Red Son. I've dreamed about meeting my one true love for a while. And I would give almost anything for that dram to be real. But I wouldn't ever dare give up my people, for as there price they mean more to me. I'm doing this for them, no other reason" MK says, his back straight and hands folded neatly in his lap. The look in his eyes was a mix of sadness, but that was drowned out by loyalty and determination. It just made Red Son fall for him even harder. Clearing his throat Red spoke.

"I understand, for im doing this for the betterment of my people to. But I propose a wager"

"A wager?"

"Yes, if i can make you fall in love with me by years end, before our marriage, we can live together like in the fairy tales from far away. But if I fail, in a years time afterwards you will be permitted to find your own path in life" Red Son stated. MK took a moment to process what was happening.

"So, if you succeed in making me fall in love with you, before our marriage we can live happily ever after?" Red Son nodded in response, letting the younger continue.

"And if I shouldn't fall for you, in a years time after our union, im free to leave?" Red Son nodded once more.

"So, what do you say?"

...

"Deal"

In the end, your free to choose their fate, should Red Son win the hart of Mk? Will he fail? Or will he let him go, and let him travel the country, after all Mk's a free spirit and keeping him trapped in a big house is like keeping a cannery trapped in a cage only for its song, only for it to dul. Or will the unthinkable happen and will both boys find their freedom? together or appart? I don't know, because that's all up to you 😉

personally, I’m partial to where MK and Red Son both find freedom together. Like they straight up run away together to somewhere far away and just live out there lives together.

this could also be genderbent thing as well. MK or Red as their respective counterparts. Again it doesn't have to be, but it’s whatever bro. im just spitting out the idea.

Also, there is a main side plot that they fight the WBS throughout the year as well, along with other shenanigans you wanna throw in.

____

The second is a My Hero Academia/BNH/MHA AU

truth be told i'm not a big fan of MHA i think it to over hyped(this is also coming from the same person that’s a Fairy Tail fan lol), and the fandom i don't even know how to describe that mess, but I will admit not the whole of its toxic since every fandom has some toxic members, some even more so.

I just sometimes find myself enjoying MHA AUs like the Fullmetal Alchemist, Danny Phantom, Evil!Deuk AU and several others.

to make it clear I don't see this AU taking place the same time as the main plot of the actual Anime/Manga. This could be either like 6-10 years before or after the plot idk bro. But i’ll do this after the main story plot of MHA, so keep that in mind ya? another thing, the gang is still in China, the top hero school in the world just so happens to be in Japan, and it’s only ever mentioned by Sun wukong and other pro heros. So MK never attended AU. in short it’s only ever mention/ reference.

- Mk was considered Quirkless as a kid.

- he was just a late blumer, i swear

- Mai’s Quirk is called Dragon.

- it pretty much works the same way as it does in the show(duh)

- Tang’s got a knowledge Quirk,

- my man can retain information and he’s basically an archive of information drawback being his personality lol

- Piggsy is a Animal that gained a Quirk

- in cannon to my current knowledge, there are two other characters that can confirm animals can become sentient. the characters being Fumikage Tokoyami, & Nezu the principal at the school UA.

- Sandy is just Conner Kent, aka he like superman but can't fly, or shoot lasers from his eyes. And blue.

I have two scenarios for Macaque and Wukong

*- The first one is that, Sun Wukong & Macaque are brothers. twins to be exact.

- they where legit people, but have mutation quirks that made them too like monkeys.

- the added powers were just a boues.

- Sun and Mac are close growing up, like there brothers but also best friends.

- the draw back to there quirks could honestly be whatever you want bro idk, same with the others tbh. Personally I like to think Sun just has lack of motivation, and Macaque needs to draw on other people's energy.

- Sun is a hero, Monkey KIng and Mac is a villain Six Eared.

- Sun was always treated has the golden child in the family, Mac always resented that, but there shitty up bring didn’t stop the two from being good brothers to one another.

- soon tho the resentment became hatred when Sun was able to attend UA in Japan, while Mac didn't.

- Mac be angy

- so he became a villain, and joined the Chinese branch of the LOV(league of villains)

- Sun doesn't know this till he finds out during the all out war during the main story. and by that time he’s a full on hero with is own agency(The Flower Fruit agency)

- when the hero's ultimately win and Mac is arrested

- This ultimately hurts Sun a lot, his brother was in jail now, arrested for his involvement and wrong doings, he knew nothing about this! this brother, his blood. A bad guy? why? he hadn't seen his brother since he left for UA, he hadn’t seen him when he came home, and started his agency.

- this just puts Sun into a funk so he’s not as active as he used to be, and he starts thinking he might need a successor

*- The second one is that they were two separate people that had similar quirks and both attended UA but Sun ended up in the hero corse. so 1A.

- Both Macaque and Sun have similar quirks, Sun’s is obviously more light based while Macaque’s is more shadow based(this applies to the first one as well)

- Macaque was placed in class 1B, U.A.’s High's Heroics Department, I believe, you can correct me.

- In cannon Class 1A and 1B both went to the training camp. I can see the teachers pinning Sun and Macaque against each other to hone their skills.

- And because of that they become great friends

- In fact when they graduate they both co-found there hero agency together in China and are a duo.

- But due to Monkey King’s popularity and Six Eared's association with shadows(people sometimes saying he has more of a villains quirk than a heros) the public see’s Macaque as Sun’s sidekick when thats far from the truth.

- now it’s up to you whether you think that Wukong and Macaque would be in a relationship together, but knowing how cooked we all are, ShadowPeach is a thing here more than likely.

- If you do or don’t support/ like the ShadowPeach aspect, the two would be living together regardless since its more cost efficient.

- They my be heroes but living costs are expensive!

- I would imagine there would have been a huge fight/argument between the two in privet of course, at there home.(or in there shared office if you want the extra angst of the other people they work with hearing them fight)

- If the two are dating, then this would either lead to an out right breakup, or Macaque just up and leaving with Wukong thinking he’ll come back once he’s cooled off. But after a week, with no sign of his partner, or him answering texts or calls, not even coming into work. Wukong gets worried that something might have happened to him. so there wouldn't be a confirmation if they were still a thing or not.

- But Wukong remains hopeful, despite the nagging at the back of his head, and gut telling him to go find Macaque, or atleast make a public statement, or even just tell another pro hero about it.

- on the not so shippy side, Macaque and Wukong still have there argument, and much like the ShadowPeach esc side, Macaque up and leaves, and isn't seen for weeks. the only difference here is that when Wukong comes home one night to there flat, most if not all of Macaques stuff is gone.

- where as if this was the ShadowPeach side, Macaque leaves all of his possession in the flat he and wukong share. for the simple reason being, he still loves him and wants to go back, but Macaque being Macaque can’t bring himself to do it, especially after seeing just how hurt Wukong looked when he yelled at him just before he left.

- in other words, ANGST DIALED UP TO A 10 BABY

- in either case, its a news report that confirms Wukong's suspicions that he desperately didn’t want to believe, and that is Macaque turning into a villain.

- much like if the two were brothers, Wukong just can’t take it and is no longer as active as he once was, and is thinking about, either A) Retirement B) Saying, “Fuck Society, Be Gay Do Crime” and join Macaque as a villain himself, or C) find a successor, and a way to bring Macaque back to there side, but most importantly, back to him.

- also extra points if you're after people's hearts and want to make them suffer; - If there dating, Wukong curle’s up in the bed he and Macaque shared, holding/wearing something of great value to Macaque and just crying himself to sleep, where as Macaque is getting wasted on alcohol, as he stumbles out of the bar he’s in, he either see’s something that reminds him of Wukong or while he’s trying to put his wallet back into his pocket, a photo of them on their first date fall’s out. and Macaque just cries in a nearby alley way. And it’s there where he gets indoctrinated into the League.

- If there just friends, macaque heads to the nearest forest and just levels it, where as Wukong just gets engrossed into his work, trying not to think about it. you could add you own spin on this, again i'm just spitballing.

- NOW BACK TO MK! :D

- Obviously MK is a huge Monkey King fan

- at Twenty MK has come to terms he's quirkless (HE’S NOT)

-for ANGST reasons MKs fokes kicked him out at this realization at 13.

- he works at Piggsy's Noodle shop, and has been since he was 14.

- don't need a quirk to drive or cook!

- the boy lives a content life with his new family, till DBK happens :D

- DBK runs a Mafia(in conjunction with TLOV) and has been in jail for like 5 years thanks to Monkey King, PIF and RS brake him out one night when MK's out making a late night delivery since Piggsy had the bright idea to go 24/7 service!

- one thing leads to another and Mk somehow manifest what looks like the Monkey King's staff, but its not, it’s MKs powers, it just so happens to be the same power the Monkey King has. And it practically goes down the same way in the pilot.

- but unlike the pilot Mk and Mei go straight to the FF Agency, after making a panicked call to Pigsy and Tang.

- one way or another Mk are lead into Wukongs office. Mei being forced to stay in the lobby.

- they have there convo, butterfly monkey squishing included.

- "And so, I want you do be my success-" BOOM 💥

- from there they rush downstairs and see that the lobby has been infiltrated by the DB fam, and you know fight.

- once the DB family seems like there down, PIF wisks them away. Much to Monkey King’s displeasure.

From there stuff kind plays out like cannon, the calabash ep is just a conjoint quirk the Demon bros have. As for EP9, ill have to script that one out myself lol. I'll get onto it as soon as my will to commit stabs me in the face. Till then have a dancing Kermit the frog.

Now if you'll excuse me, am about to Kermit a felony :D

(For legal reasons thats a joke)

Psst @writingamongther0ses its done

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #rip a dip dip wrights

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Plus One

“That’s a straight no.”

“What? Why?”

“Come on,” You laugh. “I can hear the sirens coming for you now. She looks like she’s a junior in high school.”

He cocks his brow, “You do too and I still live with you.”

You playfully smack him. “That’s different.”

“Why? Because you can't handle seeing me with someone else?” He says smugly.

@mochminnie and anyone else that would like to get tagged :))

(Chapter one)

Morning of Nancy & Jonathan’s Wedding

The daylight shines on his face when he wakes up. He looks down to see you’ve disappeared and instantly thinks yesterday was a dream. He’s almost disappointed.

“You snore too loud.” You say as a matter of factly, coming out in a robe and towel.

It wasn’t a dream. He smiles.

“You hog the blanket too much.” He retorts, flipping the covers over and getting up to stretch.

"It's like thirteen degrees outside of course I'm going to take it."

"There's layers to this, you know that right?"

“Alright, alright Casanova, do you want to stay here sparring with me or go find the love of your life?”

He stretches his arms, then sighs. “Not sure if I’ll meet the one if I’m half-naked.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” You wink, going back inside the bathroom to get ready.

Only an hour later and you two were nearly late because he decided to play hideaway with your heels. You didn’t protest as much but they were the only fancy shoe you’d brought to match the nuptial’s dress code.

You rushed into the elevator, counting down to at least ten minutes. It should be enough time to walk over to the chapel.

You glance at Steve, seeing him look out of it.

“Hey,” You tug at his arm. He straightens up. “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just been a while.”

Part of him wondered if they would remember him after so long.

“Well if they’re not talking about you, they’ll be talking about how messy and out of place you look. Here, let me fix you.” You fix his Windsor knot stay in place and then move his floppy hair, letting a single curl of hair rest on his forehead.

“Is this really how you styled it?” You lift yourself on your toes to get more of it but he moves aside.

“Hey, hey, don’t damage the goods.”

“Is that - hold on, ” You take a whiff of his hair. “Oh my god.”

He rolls his eyes. “Alright, laugh it up.”

“You smell like my mom!” You chortle.

He pushes you playfully as the elevator doors open and he walks out with you hysterically laughing. He smiles nervously at the passing guests as they file out to the chapel.

“That’s so cute. Listen, if you don’t end up with anyone our age here, you can definitely bag one of the aunts. I’m sure they’d love you.”

“It was my go-to in high school, alright? Girls loved it.”

He can see the subtle upward quirk of your mouth as you smothered a laugh.

“C’mon, before we become those people who hog all the attention.” You interlinked your arms and made your way past the field of green and a big brown chapel.

You both sat in the middle row on Nancy’s side, meeting all of her family and being introduced to her sister Holly, brother Mike and his girlfriend Jane. You couldn’t stop staring as Mike and Jane sat and goofed with each other.

“Been together since ‘84, and they still can’t get enough of each other,” Steve tells you in a hushed voice as he leans to you and begins giving you the dirt on everyone there.

Jonathan’s mother, Joyce sits at the front with a gruff looking man who kept trying to take out a pack of cigarettes. She’s pretty, and definitely doesn’t look as old as Steve says she is. She has a timeless beauty to her. Steve tells you that the man she’s with is Hopper, the same man whose wedding you would be attending later in March. Jonathan’s brother, Will sits to his mother's left and is in deep conversation with a man Steve doesn’t recognize.

Steve goes on a tangent on how different and grown-up everyone looks. He goes into details about things they used to do back in Indiana, some things crazy and others unbelievable. He almost sounds sad for not being able to see their growth for himself but that’s not a story he’ll tell you anytime soon.

You’re conversing with Jane when everyone quiets down and music starts playing. You stand and watch as Jonathan marches right up to one step to meet his brother and hug him momentarily. Holly enters, picking petals out of the basket and dropping them as she passes. Nancy enters soon after slowly, keeping tempo with the music. Her dad is older, more filled out, and grey-haired than Steve originally remembers him. Her mother, however, is stunning in a way that doesn’t overshadow her daughter. Her blonde hair is pulled into a half updo, she smiles warmly to guests as she carries the tail of Nancy’s beautiful cream dress. It's an eye-catching tulle gown with floral accents and lace sleeves that move comfortably with her.

Nancy’s brown hair is long and curls at the end, decorated with a pearl headband, her slender nude manicured fingers holding onto the bouquet gracefully as if she was a princess. She’s naturally gorgeous, with touches of blush on her cheekbones. She takes your breath away.

You’re almost a little jealous Steve got to date her.

“Please be seated.” The priest says.

You accidentally sit on Steve’s hand, making him jerk quickly but fast enough to avoid attention. You're locked in the entire time, entranced by every little detail from the soft brown tones of Jonathan's suit to the camera pin he wears to the embroidery on Nancy's heels.

The ceremony is beautiful, you even catch Steve tearing up at Jonathan’s thoughtfully written vows for Nancy.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

The crowd goes wild, cheers and whistles all around as Nancy and Jonathan kiss and he twirls her in a circle. She’s smiling shyly as Jonathan peppers her with kisses. Will steps in and takes a couple of photos before whispering something into Jonathan’s ear and making him laugh. The bride and groom rush outside hand in hand, rice and flowers being thrown as they disappear past the golden-brown of the chapel.

You and Steve give each other a look, thinking this wedding plan might not be so bad after all. You’re seeing love in its purest form.

The reception is held in a small banquet hall, music is being played by a band of fine instruments led by people Steve tells you are part of Nancy’s family. The whole place is decorated to bring out the snow and natural elements outside. Windows wide open, the brown of the hall illuminated by fairy lights hanging from above, a cute photo booth with a retro moon to pose with, and a DJ soon after the band leaves.

“Come,” Steve says, intertwining your hand in his and leading you over to where Nancy and Jonathan are.

Jonathan notices him first and immediately hugs him. Steve hugs him tighter, letting them sway for a moment while you introduce yourself to Nancy.

“Hi, I’m -”

“You must be the one Steve talks so much! I've heard a lot about you!” She giggles. My god, even her laugh was beautiful.

“Beautiful wedding! I am in love with you - your dress, I’m sorry.” You say, flustered. Nancy takes no offense and instead envelopes you in a hug.

“Thank you! It was a lot of stress but I'm glad we could finally get it to come to fruition. Steve never told me you were this lovely.”

You wave her comment away, feeling shyer than ever. “Please, I’m just so glad I finally get to meet THE Nancy Wheeler.”

“I hope you’re not trying to steal my wife,” Jonathan beams, bear-hugging you.

"I would never." You grin. “You’re a lucky man, Mr. Byers.”

“Mr. Byers was my dad, please call me Jonathan.”

You nod, feeling the warmth and love that Jonathan and Nancy were giving off.

"So? How are you two? How's New York?" Nancy asks.

You and Steve glance at each other to see who goes first.

"Good! So good." You say in unison.

“So what’s going on with you two, huh? Any crazy stories?” Steve asks, eager to get the attention off of him for once.

“Well,” Nancy looks at Jonathan. “Jonathan was a freelancing photographer for a while but he was just hired for a two-year contract by Life magazine!”

You and Steve look at Jonathan wide-eyed and with jaws dropped. Jonathan smiles shyly.

“Jon, oh my god congratulations!” Steve says, pulling Jonathan into another hug.

“It was just a split-second decision, he almost didn’t send the photos in time but I convinced him.” Nancy smiles. "They want to send him to Amsterdam next week."

"Europe for the honeymoon? That's amazing." You gush, thinking about the canals and all the great food.

“And that’s not all,” Jonathan rubs at Nancy’s back with his other hand. “Nancy’s accepted a job up in New York as a journalist.”

“No way!” You feel your excitement skyrocket.

“We’re moving into the East Village in March, just after my mom’s wedding.”

“That’s amazing you guys, I’m so happy for you.” Steve is absolutely over the moon.

“Thank you and please help yourselves!” Jonathan’s eyes crinkle as he smiles.

“Hope to see you guys soon!” Nancy exclaimed, before being met with more family to greet. You and Steve say goodbye and gush over them.

“I can’t believe you got to date her.” You remark, sipping more of the champagne.

“Yeah well, I was lucky to even kiss her. Looking back, I think they had it for each other all the time. I was just in the way.”

Projecting onto her, he thinks.

You frown. “Personally, I’m glad to see it all worked out in the end. To the happy couple!”

You bring your glasses to toast and snicker when some of it spills onto Steve’s lap. He tries to get you back but you evade him.

The orchestra ends and the DJ begins his set. He starts off with some lovey-dovey tunes you remember your mother playing from her childhood.

“Come on, let’s dance!” You exclaim, taking Steve’s hand and pulling him up and away from the table.

The dance floor is decently packed, The Del-Viking’s “Come Go With Me” echoing through the walls of the banquet hall.

Steve makes a fool of himself, flailing and dancing exaggeratedly while you move side to side to the dum dum dum, occasionally doubling over when Steve stumbles back into someone.

The music shifts after you two are completely tired out, changing to The Smiths’ “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”. Definitely Jonathan’s choice.

You and Steve pair up, dancing slowly with your head on his shoulder.

It’s a nice feeling, to be like this with someone. You didn’t know how you felt about Steve, besides the fact that he could be annoying as all hell and a bummer. But he wasn't so unpleasant to have around. He just needed to let loose. He wasn’t going to be twenty-eight forever.

Maybe it was too early, you saw how he’d freaked about Danny.

“Hey, five o’clock.” He whispers in your ear, ripping you away from your thoughts.

“What?”

“What about the girl at five o’clock? She seems nice.”

“Spin me.”

He spins you out to see a girl in a nice pastel blue colored dress and bouffant talking to Jonathan. He spun you back in.

“That’s a straight no.”

“What? Why?”

“Come on,” You laugh. “I can hear the sirens coming for you now. She looks like she’s a junior in high school.”

He cocks his brow, “You do too and I still live with you.”

You playfully smack him. “That’s different.”

“Why? Because you can't handle seeing me with someone else?” He says smugly.

“Pfft. She’s got babyface. Just trust me.”

The music shifts throughout the night, some electronic, another alternative, or more classical and then back to lovey-dovey.

At the end of “Earth Angel,” you’re just about ready to leave and kick off the heels that just won’t quit squeezing your feet.

“I’m starving.” You whisper into his ear.

“There’s food here.”

“Yes, and I’m still hungry. I need to severely gorge on something big right now.”

Steve chuckles lowly, about to make the joke you feared once the words ‘something big’ left your lips.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Yes, dear.” He snickers.

Once you’re away from the view of family and friends, you unbuckle the straps of your heels and breath in relief at your chains being taken off. Steve walks past you but you whistle to him to catch his attention.

“Well? Come on.” He motions for you.

You throw your head back and whine. “I can’t walk. These things have worn me down.”

He chuckles to himself shaking his head. “Alright, hop on.”

He turns and bends to your level, letting you climb onto his back like a monkey. You wrap your arms around his neck, him holding you up by your thighs.

You nestle comfortably into his shoulder, letting out an audible sigh.

“Don’t get too comfortable up there, you have the keys to the room.” He warns, but you’re fast asleep by the end of the sentence. "So much for being hungry."

He gets soft looks and compliments of ‘being a great boyfriend’ from different guests but he doesn’t have the energy to correct them. The dancing tired him out.

He uses the pointy end of your heel to click the elevator button and is careful with you when entering. Your soft sighs and deep breaths comfort him in some way. Your fingers twitch around his now loosened tie, softly scratching at the nape of his neck. It gives him goosebumps, but he relaxes into it, letting the warmth creep up to his cheeks.

He’s too lost in the feeling to notice when the doors open, the elevator dings to alert him. When he’s out, he shakes you slowly to wake you up. You stir and hum but stay asleep. He maneuvers your bag to face him, getting the key painfully slow. The door hinges creaking don’t wake you at all.

He lays you down onto the side where he sleeps, careful with your shoes and your bag. Putting them aside, he makes a move to close the door but your hand grabs at his wrist and pulls him back.

He glances down at you, still asleep but still holding on. “I have to close the door.” He whispers.

“Steve.” You murmur.

“Yeah?” He brings himself to ask, entranced by you.

You mumble incoherently, letting go of his wrist and turning your side to get comfortable.

He sighs.

"It was a nice wedding." He says, getting the suitcases out of the cab while you tip the driver.

"It really was. Plus I'm glad I got to take one of these suckers home too." You dig through your bag, pulling out the towel teddy bear that had previously been on your hotel bed. It looked a little deformed now but you could fix it.

Steve makes a surprised noise, "We steal things now?"

"It's not stealing if they were just going to put another one back."

"Well, I wish could've taken some of that shampoo. It made my hair smell great."

"Oh don't worry I got a couple of them in my suitcase. You can have them."

He looks at you with intrigue.

"What? We can't live fancy?"

He shakes his head, his shoulders shaking as you head into the apartments.

"Hey, sorry I ruined your shot looking for someone at the reception."

He shrugs, feeling it wasn't a big deal. "That's why we have the other three, right? Plus, I had fun. I wouldn't have wanted to be in my head the entire time."

The answer satisfies you but you promise yourself to aim higher at the next wedding.

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