#All of this stuff happened in ONE CAR RIDE back to the paddock from the fan stage

[eirianerisdar]

I'm going to cry look at them

#All of this stuff happened in ONE CAR RIDE back to the paddock from the fan stage #while Charles was clutching the chili #every now and then when he speaks you can hear the chili bonking against the back of the seat in front to emphasise his point #f1 #charlos #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #ferrari #bahrain gp 2024 #my post

[5st4rrwrites]

“👹LECLER!”

A/n : Keep in mind this just an imagine and a small post I decided to come up with.

Tag🔞: fluff, oral sex, head top, vanilla sex, edging.

Summary: Mel goes on a vacation trip with a close friend to Monaco and while the two attends the F1 racing event, she had a bit too much fun that same night.

Vroom…

Just a bunch of small weird looking cars zooming down the track with watchers getting hyped up, this screams out rich and expensive but who am I judge when this didn’t came out of my pocket. Harry managed to get us vip tickets that included sitting the lounge with champagnes and meals being served to us which was my favorite part but most of was for him to meet the drivers after the race but mainly because he has a friend that happens to be one of the drivers so he came out to support like the good pal he is plus who who I am to pass up a free way to ticket to Monaco, not this bitch.

I palmed my chest when the lounge area ran wild from all majority of Harry leaping out of his chair in pure joy as he applauses and hollered, dabbing the other that were also in the lounge area, from this I assume someone won from how lively the crowd gotten. I remained muted and applauded quietly with a small smile, I finish chug my champagne down and soon each driver who finishes the race all stood on the podium. Hmm, all of them was cute. One in a fully red suit with a Ferrari logo who I guessed came in first coming in second was a caramel skinned man with locs and a nose piercing- damn he fine. I didn’t care about the dude in the orange suit one but those two gentlemen’s caught my eyes.

“That’s Lewis, the friend who I came to support” Harry introduces pointing at the caramel skinned man, sounded so proud of his friend victory. I smiled and chugged the remaining last of champagne down my throat as I focused on the two good looking men, Harry lead us downstairs to the driver’s paddock where all of the man would be located after the race. A few was being questioned and so and so. Harry would stopped by every driver he sees congratulating them on their race then follow up on a 20 minute chit-chat talking about sports blah blah blah and there’s me who hardly knows anything about the race but a girl who’s being a good supportive friend of riding along since I was promised parties and yachts.

“Harry, sorry to bug you but when we-”

I was cut short when a male voice with an English accent calls out Harry name almost mentioning Harry happens to English himself. Fuck me. I sighed annoyingly but straighten my composure when his fine ass friend- Lewis! Yeah, that’s his name I think approached out his way with a wide smile.

“Ah mate, what a heck of race out there” Harry dabs him up doing some type of strange handshake- you know what, I’ll just mind my business. Not with this handsome brother being in my presence.

Lewis, I’ve heard that name somewhere back home but just couldn’t put my finger down it, I know someone back home who’s obsessed with this whole racing stuff and she was explaining to me about this whole thing but I just couldn’t bare another minute of her rambling her mouth however she didn’t lie when she said most of these drivers- especially that one are attractive. It was then when I realized I was gawking a bit too much when he darted his glare over at me with a side grin.

“Sorry hun, not doing autographs at the moment” Lewis says and I slightly gape my mouth open, I grimaced my face at the thought of me being desperate for a simple autograph from a man I hardly know.

“Excuse me?” I asked feeling a bit offended, I shot Harry a hard glare gesturing for him to get his boy before my mouth makes a scene and I’m pretty sure Harry seen that side of me before.

“U-Uhm Lewis, this was the friend I was telling you about who I brought along” Harry mentions, Lewis eyed me up and down with speck of attitude on his face as a light chuckle escapes from his mouth. I flicked my brows up with my arms crossed not believing what I seeing.

“So what, you too good to have manners now” I remarked with a scoff, Lewis furrows his brows at my statement as he steps closer attempting to look intimidating. He don’t know where I’m from for him to be pulling that kind of stunt, he’d get shot up real quick.

“Says the little lady that came down with a bitchy ass attitude… Harry, you should know better to bring someone-”

“Listen here you big melon forehead, I hardly know you unless you God himself or my momma to be saying shit about me so I suggest you tone that shit down or-” I spat

“My Goodness, what’s all of the ruckus about” A deep voice spoke interrupting my speech, all of the anger that was building in my muscles had suddenly disappeared when a man a lot taller than Harry and Mr Melon here approached us with a lingering smirk on his face. He wore a white button shirt with the Mercedes logo on it, his sleeve are rolled up allowing me to get a glimpse of his arm and I can’t forget how perfect that top hugs his muscles.

“Lewis, what are you still standing here for… you acting like you don’t have a press conference to go to”

Lewis grunts storming off while penetrating a deep glare at me as he walks off fully, a moment of pause before we all bursted out a tear laughter at just happened. He looks like a toddler that just threw tantrum from someone telling him no. Harry does his bickering before he politely introduced me to the man- hmm, let alone I’d let this man devour me on top of his desk.

“Hi, I’m Mel” I extended my hand with a smile, He takes my hand and slowly turns it around to lay a peck as he sets a concentrate glare at me.

“I’m Toto Wolff but you can just call me Toto, doll”

I lightly blushed at the nickname he already given me, he winks and smiles so widely causing a second heartbeat down there but how can I stay focus when he’s looking at me with hooded eyes, he may be pushing 50 or so but what they say- age ain’t none but a number.

“I hope to see you two at the party tonight” He says, taking his leave. I furrowed my brows and glared at Harry with confusion laced all over my expression. This trick didn’t mentioned anything about no damn party til now, that was the whole point as to why I even agreed to come here.

“Mel, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you” He smirks, walking backwards as his eyes locked in with mines feeling heat coursing through my body. He winks then proceeds to make his exit leaving the two of us alone, I sense the skeptical stare shooting my way from Harry. I shrugged my shoulders and mouthed ‘what’ as we both proceeds our exit out the premises with Harry giving me a lecture about interrupting him and flirting with the man telling me he was married as if I was the one who started it first.

•

Fast forward to later when I was in my hotel room preparing for the party, Harry booked a luxurious hotel room for the two of us which included a wide balcony view of the beach side with a nice jacuzzi - man if only I had someone here… wink wink. I couldn’t ask for better than the room service treating you like an absolute queen. I glared at myself at the mirror and the way how much this dress was hugging every crack and bone on my body showing my figure.

“Mel are you- holy smokes” Harry nearly choked on his words as he walked in, he took a moment to gaze on the dress I was wearing.

“Is this too much?” I asked, fiddling with my hands awaiting for his response. Harry approaches me with his eyes set on my dress but from the way he was muted, he was telling me otherwise “I knew it, I should change-”

“Mel, I’d have you out those clothes in hot seconds with the way you look right now, you gonna be pulling heads from left to right” He compliments, now he was starting stare a bit too much and he seem to notice that as well “Let’s go, the chauffeur here”

A chauffeur?! …. count me the fuck in. We both made our way out the elevator and a group of men who were passing couldn’t help but to turn their necks at us. Harry pulled me closer to his side with his hands stuck around my waist, ain’t never seen this side of him. A women dressed in all black from head to toe address us for Mr Wolf and immediately we got settled in, just a few couple of minutes, we had arrived already at the scene and the line was incredibly long.

“There’s no way I’m waiting in that long ass line” I grunted, he gestures me to wait and I watch him approach the bouncer as he said a few words to him then boom we was already in. I heard a couple of complaints but shit- as long we got a head start. The music was so amazingly loud, I could’ve feel it vibrating in my chest and you can hardly pass through from how crowded it was everywhere, it wasn’t until I released a heavy scoff followed by a eye roll when melon head came to dab up Harry. His whole expression died down as soon as he darts his eyes to me, seizing me up and down with a look of disgrace.

“I see you brought little miss fiesty” He remarks.

“Harry, control your little pest of yours” I spat, growing agitated at the sight of him and the longer he stays in my presence the more I just want to rip those damn locs out from his scalp. Harry noticed my expression and pulls me aside turning our back towards him, the melon head assured to Harry he was going to be located if he ever wants to find him.

“I’m really sorry about him, do you maybe want a drink?”

“You know what, go enjoy yourself with your friends, I’ll be okay” I said to him, my eyes never leaving the mysterious man who had a smirk on his face. At first Harry was uncertain whether or not it was a good idea to leave me by myself but I assure to him that things will be fine as long. He pecks my forehead and I watch him flew upstairs to his friend as a wide smile appeared on his face when melon head hands him a big bottle.

“My, you have such beauty on you” I winced, I followed the direction of the voice and just when my luck came when it appears to be that same man from the podium earlier and good lord he’s even breathtaking up close.

“Why did your boyfriend leave a gorgeous women like you all alone, He should know men tend to be a thirst for pretty women like you” I couldn’t help but notice how strangely attractive his accent sounded. I must admit, here in Monaco has incredibly good looking people here.

“Boyfriend… I don’t have a boyfriend but I appreciate the compliment” I chuckled with a smile suddenly feeling hot from the intense eye contact he has on me. He returns the smiles exposing a dimple

“So am I lucky enough to buy the beautiful women a drink? ” He playfully asks, smiling softly exposing his dimples. A fine looking man offering to buy me a drink- how can I let that opportunity slip out my hand. He whistles for the bartender attention then turns back around, I was quickly adjusting myself by pulling the hem of my of dress not realizing he had already fixed his gaze on me as he lingered them more on my dress.

“Do you have a name apart from being called beautiful?” He questions, grabbing the two drinks and handing it to me. The minute he stands next to me, I didn’t fail to notice how tall he was making our height difference prominent as he gaze down at me.

“Mel, what about you, handsome?” I asked softly, taking a sip of my drink.

“I go by the name of Charles… since I got the beautiful lady a drink and her name, would she at least come dance with me?” He asked, I averted my head towards the dance floor where everyone was throwing a type move with the music playing- the dj might be onto something with this playlist. I chugged my drink down in immediately and Charles quirked his brows up slightly taken back from the sight of this, I set the now empty cup down and tugged his hand as I led us both out to the center of the floor. His hands snatched my waist already flushing our bodies together which I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Big Poppa by The Notorious B.I.G starts playing.

A rage of adrenaline sparked in my bones the minute I heard that intro. I felt a slight push as he grips on my waist and instantly I start grinding my hips on him, his hands moves down to cup a handful of my ass and I almost let myself go from releasing a moan from how good it felt he was caressing it. I spun around and now my ass was directly on his crotch, with all of the alcohol coursing in my system, I let him dominate my body all night and here I am worrying if he knew how to dance or not but it seem to me he got a lil bit of spice in him from the way he was moving his hips into mines almost forgetting I can feel his boy getting a little too excited down here, in one swift motion, I was facing him and ooh- those eyes made me melt even more. He seem to love my rubbing on my ass from how much time his hands stood there.

His hands travels up feeling up every corner of my body not knowing he was starting a fire in me, his hands gently laced around my neck and slowly he leans in to crash his lips on mines tasting the sweet but bitter alcohol, I parted my lips inviting his tongue in as he starts to dominate the kiss with our heads moving in different directions. He don’t know it yet but he just started the engine in my aching core making me want him more. I come to my senses that we’re making out in a middle of a dance floor and I was aching him bad as my stomach was flipping like crazy.

“I think this will be better at my place” I draw little circles on his firm chest, he licks his swollen lips and agrees immediately with a side grin. I pulled his arm as we both tried to squeeze ourselves through the crowd, I had to make one final stop before I end up leaving this place this man.

“H-Harry!” I manage to call out and surprisingly Harry heard my voice as he ran over to my side despite Charles flushing his body against me which I wasn’t complaining. Harry eyes widened as he notice Charles hands placements, Harry glared at him suspiciously but it died down when he sees how comfortable and fine I am.

“Lecler, what a nice surprise” the two dabs each other but I was gaining worryingly not at Harry being drunk but for Charles who I think might make a fool out of himself around Charles. How many drinks did he had? My eyes glowered around the area but paused for a while when it landed on melon head who already was looking my way with a menacing glare obviously drunk too won’t a bottle of jack Daniel in his hand.

“Careful Leclerc, that one might bite” He makes a slick comment, sipping out of his bottle.

“You sound pathetic as hell, next” I shot back with an eye roll. He chuckles amusingly with a smirk on his face.

“I sound pathetic… that dress looks more pathetic maybe because it’s on you” He his voice spiked with frustration, might’ve hit a nerve in that spot, it was kinda funny if you really look at it that way.

“So does that big melon head of yours” I deadpanned and the fire explodes as he abruptly stood up tossing the bottle somewhere with a deep frown on his face and here I am being bold and big when I nearly forgot how tall he was but I take that back as soon as Charles stepped in between moving me behind him, his hand never leaving my waist and I swear I can feel my panties dampening from how hot that looks.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, mate” Charles warned in this deep voice I never knew sounded even more attractive.

“Lewis… hey pal let’s air this outside but not in here” Harry pulls his arm back, Lewis brows deepened as he forms a fist nearly piping a vein. I can radiate a very serious rage coming out of him from that hard glare he was shooting my way as Charles made sure he wouldn’t dare pull a stunt.

“Tell your girl to not tempt me because I tend to get reckless with my mouth, let this be the final warning and next time shit won’t sweet” He tone was light than before, I felt a small breeze brush on me when he stormed off and I sensed incredible rush of anger coming from him.

“I apologize for-”

“No worries, I’m quite used to his aggressiveness anyways” Charles brushed it off releasing a breathless laugh with Harry. Harry averts his gaze to me as his face was rubbing pink obviously from all the drinking he’s been doing, he was checking to see if I was alright like the overprotective brother he always acted.

“Don’t think just because you’re a driver doesn’t mean you get to harm her, I’m armed…” He harshly warned with his words being slurred, he can barely even obtain his balance. I do hope Lewis keeps on a watch for this man but he’s such a jerk and so uptight I can’t even say not word to this man without him mean mugging.

“Harry, you’re harassing the man already. I’ll be fine, just please ease up on the drinking and be careful” I begged, removing the bottle out of his hand but thankfully his other friend came to his side reassuring he’ll keep on a good eye on him. I graciously thanked him with a wide smile and rushed out the club with Charles trailing behind closely.

Once the room card inserted, the small pad flashes green allowing the door to flung open with him trailing behind me but he just couldn’t wait any waste any further to crash his soft lips onto mines. My legs levitated from the ground and immediately wrapped around him as I have no clue where he was taking us but I felt a soft cushion against my back leaving him on top. Our kiss deepened passionately with the intrusion of our tongues and boy do I feel my panties dampening everytime, when he moves to another spot, it sent electric shocks all over my body wanting him more.

He cups my right breast as starts sensually sucking and biting on certain parts my neck all with my eyes shuts feeling every satisfaction aching in my bone. I grew anticipated when he suddenly stopped but then i realized he was leaning over me when I opened my eyes to meet his bright blue doe eyes- he looks like a adorable kid excited to play in the field, his hair was fluffier from the tugging I’ve been doing, his face flushing pink which I want to reach over and squeeze his cheeks and his lips that were now swollen and red.

“You are absolutely gorgeous” He whispers as he pulls on my strap to remove the straps of my dress as the cold breeze brushes against my nipple. He darts his eyes down at my exposed breast, I pushed him aside as I stood on my feet and removed the remaining of the fabric off my body letting it pool around my feet. At the sight of my naked body in front of him, I sashay my hips towards him and threw my leg over sitting on top of him.

“Putain de merde”

“You can do whatever you want with me tonight, I’m all yours” I whispered while leaving wet kisses all over his ear as my hands began to travel- now hold the fuck up, I just realized this man still got clothes on him.

“Baby, why is your clothes still on” I abruptly got up with my arms folded over my exposed chest, he stammers and looks down to realize the same thing. He eagerly removed every layer off his body except his boxers where a visible tent was notice, his face flushed red embarrassed that he was rock solid hard as he quickly covered it. He is so adorable. A light grin creeps up my face, the little jumper sprung out of his briefs, it was a pretty pink color with precum decorating the jumper not mention he was large. My mouth was itching swallow him.

“It hurts… real bad” He whimpers, a jumpstart to quake the ground down there. My hands can hardly wrap around his jumper which requires the use of two hands. His eyes were shut closed which means he have blue balls… poor baby. I started showering it with kisses all while stroking slowly and now his face expression became my favorite part, playing with his jumper and watching as he gets excited really quirked my heart fast. I decided to stop playing tricks with him and took him whole in my head as I bopped my head continuously twirling my tongue in the process. His moans were music to my ears that I hit replay all day, it’s so soft yet sweet which urged me to touch on myself as I fasten up the pace.

“M-Mel… Putain d'enfer” He chokes out, his lips parted open as his head leaned all the way back as he sings in my ears with his alluring moans and just as I expect he exploded in my mouth. Now that it bothers me but it was so warm against my tongue, I pulled away and looked up at him with his mess all over my mouth as his juice dripped down on my tits.

Despite looking like a total mess, he wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me into a kiss as he leads me onto his lap where I felt his tip tempting my core, his hands wanders its way in between my thigh and I melted the moment his cold fingers starts caressing my clit which I urged to grind my hips let alone a moan that escaped from my mouth as he paced faster. Before I could even run away from, he switch position leaving me underneath as he continued flickering my sensitive part. I was moaning like a mess careless who could’ve hear me at this rate, he pinned my arms above my head rather harsh and flushes his body against just so I hardly move.

I moaned incredibly loud when he pushed a finger inside of me, my body swiftly moves as he motioned back and forth leaving the sweet sensation all over my body.

“Look at me, mon amour”

Good lord his sexy accent makes it bittersweet. I knew it was bad idea to look into his alluring eyes, I gasped and scrunching my face when he pulled a two piece combo of one finger rubbing on my clit and one fucking me sensually. Damn, I want him so bad- oh! He found the spot, he noticed my expression and played in it for a while as a smirk creeped up on his face. He pulls out and sucked the soul out cleaning the juice off finger in every corner.

“Vous avez un goût délicieux” He says as he leaned down inserting his tongue into my mouth- damn I taste good! He pulls away trailing kisses down until he gets in between my thighs, he traces wet kisses along my ankle and I could’ve felt his warm breath fanning against my opening that was itching to be raw fucked. I arched my back when I felt his wet tongue on my folks, I looked down and his eyes was already gawking me like an eagle as he sucked the lifeless out of me. One thing about him, he doesn’t miss a show to watch his effect on me, he restrains my legs down from moving and I couldn’t do anything but wiggle underneath him as he practically made out with my desperate wet lips that were aching to get assaulted.

“I-I’m…fuck… close” I moaned out. I hold onto his hair for dear life as I felt myself about to explode, my toes curled and my back deepened it arch when it finally reach into that peak and just hearing the sound of him slurping every drop of my juice into his mouth as he continued to devour sparking up the fire in my core. I moaned practically cried out when I exploded into my second case, Charles pulls back and watches his work in progress. I couldn’t help but burst out into laughter at the mess on his face but it sure looks good on him.

“Loving the new face mask” I breathlessly joked.

“It’s my favorite one too, it’s called Mel’s juice” He smiles exposing his dimples as we both breathlessly laugh. He took a rise and so did his jumper, I furrowed my brows when he extends his hand out. I was hesitant at first but I had to come quick to my senses that I didn’t thought about all of this the min I let him walk in tasting me in his mouth. That shit was better than my old fling back home. I reluctantly took his hand despite the fact we was both bare naked and he leading me out to the balcony, he pulls me into a embrace as the cold breeze brushes past my skin and his lil jumper making a little surprise down there.

“Have you ever fucked in a balcony?” He asks, his trailing all over my body. My head falls back on his chest as he nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck feeling his wet tongue, certainly I have a lot of public sex but this one was absolutely bizarre. My room was on the top floor but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a large crowd of people downstairs and neighbors sleeping in hoping these thin walls hadn’t woke anyone up. I turned to face him and soon my left legs were lifted off from the ground leaving the other one down, he looks down and lines his cock with my opening.

“Charles, let’s- fuck…” I breathlessly moan as his throbbing cock finally rams into my pussy like the desperate whore it would be, his hands gripped my waist tight as he thrusts in with so much power, I can hardly hold myself up. The lovely music of our skin slapping and his singing vocals in my ear was just the sweetest thing ever, let alone how big and wet his strokes was igniting the flames all over my body. He felt so damn good. I can’t believe I’m fucking a F1 driver up in my hotel room, my roommate obsesses over this guy yet here I am getting dogged fucked by him.

“Fu-fuck…”

A small smirk lays upon his face knowing damn well he was behind all of moaning mess, I bit my lips trying to obtain any sound coming out of my mouth remembering I had neighbors next door but thay couldn’t be a simple task when he thrusted deep into my core hitting my G spot. Just the sight of the lustful frown plastered on his beet red face made me wetter even more making me forget about reality.

He seamlessly lifted me up with his body flushed against not allowing himself pull out as he takes us back inside, he gently placed me on the carpet floor and paused for a moment with his bright doe eyes staring into mines with a look of admiration, Charles fine ass fuck and he knows it.

“Tu es belle ma jolie fille” He spoke, it sounded so vanilla and sweet, my walls were beginning to clench around his cock. I don’t know what he said but overall his tops my favorite sex.



#writing #driver #black reader #smut #f1 x reader #random #charles leclerc #first post #imagine #18+ mdni

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The money thing (part 1/2) - Daniel Ricciardo

It's always the little things, isn't it? The smallest stupidest things make almost no difference and then make all the difference in the world. They make everything special, but they also have the power to tear everything appart.

You and Daniel fight about money for the thousand time and he's had enough of it.

Warnings: super angst, but with a happy ending :)

Guys, this turned out WAY BIGGER than I expected, so I'm just gonna do a part 2, okay? Okay, thanks for understanding!

Song that inspired me: A list by HVOB

You and Daniel had been dating for a couple months now, having met through a common friend and hitting off almost instantly. You lived in Amsterdam and he, well he lived all over the world really, but his "time off" (meaning not racing) was spent between Monaco and London (for work), and Amsterdam now too, of course.

The changes were small and subtle at the beginning, like your weekends being spent traveling to meet him wherever in the world he was and consequently spending almost all your savings on plane tickets. You never complained to him (you planned on spending the money traveling anyway, so you didn't see the point), but didn't accept when he offered to buy your tickets, either. There's been some awkwardness around the subject but it usually died on its own.

*beginning of flashback*

"You’d have gotten here in time if you'd gotten the early flight like I told you" you remembered him saying that time you got in the paddock after the qualifying session had begun and couldn’t kiss him good luck.

"Baby, I told you. It was crazy expensive! Absurd even!"

"(y/n) for god's sake! What are we saving money for? I told you, you have my credit card number, I've offered to get you one, this is ridiculous, I can't believe I literally earn millions and my girlfriend wasn't there with me because the ticket was too expensive! I'll fucking fly you private if I have to!" he was almost yelling in his driver's room. You could only stare from the corner.

He took a deep breath running his hands through his hair. "Sorry. It's just... it was crap out there. I needed you" you grimaced at his words.

"Sorry. I really am..." you tried to approach him. "I'm here now?" you touched his arm. "It can't have been that bad, you're still on the top 10 and we both know what you can do from the 8th car..." you smiled at him.

*end of flashback*

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

The thing is, you always had trouble dealing with money. Sure, you liked to pay for your own stuff so as to not owe anything to anyone (especially boys), but it was so much deeper than that. Ever since a kid, you hated asking for money from your parents, and sometimes even the thought of buying stuff that was a bit more expensive made you sick. You couldn't explain why, you just felt guilty having so much and knowing that most people have never even seen that amount. It's not that you didn't want to spend it and save for the sake of it, you just didn't handle the idea of money very well. Needless to say, dating a millionnaire was bound to cause trouble in the relationship for you.

You were currently at his place in Monaco. It was the summer break and you had decided to spend some days just chilling at home, just the two of you - which you were glad since going out means hair, makeup, clothes, accessories, shoes... and, let's be honest, the kind of places he usually took you is not the kind of places you just throw something together last minute (the Instagram models and other driver's girlfriends looking you up and down were enough to make you think about spending money you did not have to hire a stylist or something like that). The whole situation was really stressing you out and you knew you would have to be honest with him eventually, instead of only dodging the subject and refusing most of his offers to pay. You tried to. You kind of tried. You suggested staying at home, in bed, most of the time, and he gladly agreed, but that strategy wasn't gonna work forever. You had to be honest with him. But at the same time, you knew what he was going to say and do, and the thought of him spending money on you, even if just by handling the restaurant bill, wasn't something you were much more comfortable with. Besides, it was only a matter of time before the "gold-digger" term starts to fly around in the small world that was the F1's.

You were laying on his couch, the Olympics playing on the TV but you were too busy overthinking the money thing to pay attention. Daniel was laying with his head on your lap, absently caressing your thigh and watching the TV. His phone went off and he moved to pick it up.

"Hello?" you watched as he answered the phone. "Hey mate, how's it going? Uh nothing, we're just chilling at home. Getting some rest... Yeah, I'm getting rested, you dirty-minded son of a bitch" you rolled your eyes while he laughed out loud on the line with someone. "Yeah, I know... the 19th is it? No, it's fine. Yeah, yeah. I'll be there. Alright, mate. Thanks for calling. Have a good one! Bye!" he hanged up and leaned in to peck you on the lips.

"Good news?" you asked him.

"Not really. Just wanted to kiss you" he shrugged, smiling. You smiled back and hugged him, pulling him in for another kiss. He was always so caring with you, always finding an excuse to kiss or touch you. You knew some people didn't like it, but you loved it. Physical touch was definitely one of your love languages.

"What's happening on the 19th then?" you asked him once you guys set apart from the kiss.

"Gotta be in London. Gonna run some testings and other boring race stuff..."

"Hum..." you hummed in understanding.

"You know what would make it less boring though?" he asked and you just looked at him, you already knew what he was going to ask you and it wasn't that you didn't want to spend every minute of the day with him, but you simply couldn't afford any more traveling, especially not in such short notice. "If you came with me. Huh? What do you say? A week in the Queen's land? Then we can fly together to Spa and after the race, I can go with you to Amsterdam. The next one it's the Dutch GP anyway, I'll just get there sooner" he laughed. It was crushing you, the man of your dreams was literally beaming at making plans with you, talking about spending the next few weeks glued together and you couldn't say yes.

"Dan, I have to work" you smiled sadly.

"Can't you work from distance? Or, I don't know, I mean... I know it's tiring, but you could come to London and fly home a bit early, then just meet me in Belgium?" great, his solution includes even more flying. And the thing is, you really didn't mind the flying. You always slept during the whole thing anyway, so you never got tired and the jetlag was minimal. You could work from distance, sure. Your boss wouldn't mind, as long as you got there eventually to check in on everything. But the whole logistics were just too expensive. There was no way you could afford it.

"I... sorry, I don't think I can" you said sadly and watched as his face dropped.

"That's fine, baby. I get it. I'm asking too much, all this traveling... don't worry about it" he tried to mask his emotions but you knew better. He knew you could in fact work from distance, so he was probably thinking the reason you couldn't do it was because you didn't want to.

He got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but bury your face in your palms. This was so frustrating!

"You wanna go for a run or something? Maybe get something to eat?" he called from the kitchen, already moving on from the subject. You knew this whole thing was only gonna keep build up till he got tired of your excuses or you blowing up, probably the former, but you just keep going.

"Yeah, sure" you answered, getting up from the couch.

You and Daniel were both very active so going for a run, hiking, riding bikes, or whatever in the middle of the day was really routine for you. The Monaco summer weather was as beautiful as always and the sun was shining bright. You enjoyed the rest of your afternoon racing each other, kissing in the harbor, and just taking in the views, spending quality time together. Money wasn't even a thing in your bubble for a while.

"I'm getting hungry" he said on the way back home.

"Me too, and I'm super hot. I could go for a juice or something right now" you were all sweaty from the running, but you didn't care, he was too.

"You're always hot baby, I don't think juice gonna help with that" he grinned at you and you just rolled your eyes at him.

You passed by one of his favorite spots for food, nearby his place and he suggested getting some take-out, to which you agreed.

"Green juice, and a chicken wrap?" you tried to decide while the both of you waited in line.

"I'll never understand how you drink that"

"I've seen you drink that too, it's actually very refreshing"

"Because I'm forced to, I'm a high-performance athlete baby. But I'm on a break, so I'll have a coke, thank you very much" you laughed at him. He was holding your hand and tried to kiss you, wrapping his arm around you, you didn't dodge his kiss, you would never, but still laughed at the fact he wanted to kiss the sweaty mess you were right now.

"I'm gross, only you" you laughed.

"That's my baby, with no makeup she a ten" he rapped shrugging and grinning.

"Alright Lil Wayne, I know that one, don't even finish the verse" you laughed at him, making him laugh out loud, getting everyone's in the restaurant's attention.

"It's true, though"

"Sure..." You just shook your head smiling. Then you heard someone call his name.

"Hey! Daniel!" you both turned around to see Charles and Charlotte sitting in a corner, him waving at you two. You had met Charles a couple of times before but never spoke too much to him. They seemed to be leaving anyway, so they walked towards you guys, instead of towards the door.

"Hey mate, how's it going?" Daniel greeted him with a handshake. "Hey, Charlotte! You know (y/n) yet?"

"Hi! I don't think so, hi! How are you?" she greeted you smiling.

"Hi! Nice to meet you. Hi, Charles!" you said.

"Hey, (y/n). You're keeping him in line during the break? Char won't let me cheat my diet either" he laughed.

"Oh, that ship has sailed long ago! Daniel will just roll into the paddock if it's up to him" you laughed back.

"Hey! I think I've earned the right to some extra calories, we've been working out extra hard lately" Daniel said waving his eyebrows suggestively, making Charlotte giggle, Charles rolls his eyes and you go even redder than you were from the actual workout, while he just laughed out loud.

"I don't even want to know" Charles said. "Always great running into you mate" he was getting ready to say goodbye.

"Are we seeing you guys tomorrow?" Charlotte asked you.

"Tomorrow?" you asked her.

"Stefano's birthday" she said like it was obvious. Stefano Domenicali was the President and CEO of Formula 1, but you didn't know that yet - still, her tone made it seems like it was someone Daniel knew, so you just looked at him. He just rubbed his neck, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, wait. Please tell me I didn't just said something I shouldn't" she looked at Charles.

"No, no. He invited me. Us, actually" Daniel reassured her. "I don't think we're going though, forgot to mention to you" he said looking at you.

"Uh mate, I wouldn't skip that if I were you. He didn't even invite all the drivers I heard" Charles said. "Maybe just stop by to say hello?"

"Stop by... a yacht... at the sea?" Charlotte said grinning at him. Daniel looked at you.

"You feel like going? It should be fun" he asked you.

"Sounds fancy... I mean, I don't mind if you go" you said.

"Common... I’m not going alone" he nudged you.

"I don't even have anything to wear, Dan" you told him.

"Oh! We can go shopping together!" Charlotte said and you had almost forgotten they were still there.

"Perfect!" Daniel answered for you. You could only imagine the types of stores she shopped.

"Tomorrow morning, then? Daniel can text your address to Charles for me? I'll pick you up!" she was being really nice about it.

"I thought you wanted to go today?" Charles said.

"That's when I thought I would have to go shopping with you, so I could use the extra time since you're the worst shopping partner ever!" she laughed at him.

"Burn!" Daniel laughed.

"His fashion taste is not the most reliable, let's face it" she laughed and kissed his cheek. "It's a date then (y/n)?" she looked expectantly at you. You didn't want to let her down, it was so hard to make friends with the girlfriends of other drivers, they were usually so... not nice. You could always just help her and find something to wear in your own stuff later.

"Yeah, sure! See you tomorrow, at 10?" you said simply.

"Perfect!" she beamed.

>>> end of part 1 <<<

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[harleysarchive]

Wolff Lady (George’s ending)

Song: Send Me An Angel - Scorpions

Wolff Lady Finale | Wolff Lady Series

Toto was delighted that you had a crush on George. He felt that the two of you would be a perfect match for each other. He beamed and asked you if you had a plan for how you were going to tell him.

“No, not really.” you confessed and felt yourself blush. This made Toto smirk.

“No worries. I but I need you to accompany me for a dinner tonight.”

“Sure, when and where?”

“I’ll text you the details after the race.”

“Okay.”

You turned around to get back to your hotel room, but what you missed was the smirk on Toto’s face that grew even wider. He had a plan, and it seems that it would work out perfectly.

-----

George was already nervous for the race, but when he saw you injured on the big screen, it didn’t help his nerves. He stared in shock and horror at the screen, which showed you, sitting on the floor with blood over you, over and over again. Everywhere he looked, he saw you getting injured or were escorted out of the building towards the doctor. It made his head spin.

He called Lando in a panic.

“Are you seeing this?”

“Yes!”

“What happened? Is she okay?”

“I dunno.”

“Ah shit! I hope she’s okay.” George breathed.

He and Lando talked for a little while before he had to get ready for the race. He took one last look at the screen before sliding down in his car. 

For (Y/N), he thought.

He missed Q3 by mere seconds and it sucked. But now he was out, and he thought he would be dismissed so he could see you. But that didn’t happen. The principal did not let him leave the paddock, explaining that it would be chaos if all the drivers would walk around freely when the race was still going.

He groaned and sat down inside the Williams building.

This is bullshit, he thought. He looking at the screen and saw, once again, you being escorted out of the Mercedes building by Lewis and Valtteri. He started to feel more panicky when he knew that he could leave the Williams building. So, all he could do was to wait. Which he hated. The injury didn’t look good. 

One of the Williams employees came in and told the people in the room that you were fine, and nothing was broken.

George let out a sigh of relief.

“Can I see her?”

“When the qualification race is over, you can go.” The principal told him.

The last five minutes of the quali race was the longest five minutes in George’s life. Absolute agony. But now the drivers were all in and he was allowed to leave to go see you. He hurried down to the medical center and in to the doctor’s office, where he was met with half the grid. He looked at Lando and then at you. You had your eyes on him already. You had been looking for him when the drivers were barging in, but now he was here, and you felt so much better already. You smiled at him, and he felt how his body relaxed. You were okay, and you showed it with your smile. But he didn’t have time to talk to you before all the drivers pushed him out because of Toto’s staring gaze on the scared drivers. He didn’t have a choice than to follow the crowd. He felt a little bummed out about not getting more time with you. But hopefully he could see you after the dinner with Toto tomorrow night, or even better, if he brought you with him.

He unlocked his phone and sent you a voice message.

Hey, (Y/N)! It’s George, I just wanted to send you a message, wishing you a speedy recovery and that you looked to be in good health. I hope to see you soon. Much love George.

-----

The race went by fast, and George did his best but ended up on 16th place. He wasn’t too happy with the result, but he did what he could. He took of his helmet and drank some water before he was getting ready to head back to the hotel.

He looked out the window of the Williams building and saw you and Toto walking together towards the taxis that were waiting for them. Toto said something and George saw that it made you laugh. He sighed.

I hope I can make you laugh like that one day, he thought and took his backpack to leave.

Toto cracked some jokes in the taxi as well, which made you laugh even more. You looked down at your phone and thought about George’s voice message that he sent you yesterday. You had saved it down on your phone, and you had listened to it so many times, especially the much-love-George-part.

The taxi pulled up at the hotel.

“I text you the detail soon, I maybe have to arrive a little later that you as I have stuff to do.” Toto said.

“What kind of stuff?”

“Just stuff.” He said and walked towards his room.

“Okay.” You said a little confused. But after half an hour he sent you the location, time and that a taxi would be waiting for you. The restaurant sounded fancy, so you dressed for the occasion. You looked good, you felt good, and now it was time to leave. You went down to the lobby and there stood George, all dressed up and waited for someone.

“George?” you said. He turned around and was stunned by how beautiful you looked.

“(Y/N)?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Dinner with Toto. You?”

“Dinner with Toto.” You smiled. You felt like he had set you up with George.

The two of you left together in the taxi that was, apparently, waiting for you. Soon, a text appeared in yours and George’s phones, from Toto.

Enjoy your date 😉

“He set us up on a blind date!” you exclaimed, which made George laugh.

“He did.”

You wanted to hit and thank Toto for this. The taxi pulled up towards the restaurant and the waiter showed you a table that was clearly just for two people. George pulled out the chair for you before he sat down. You thanked him, before you realized, you were on a date with George Russell. This realization made you nervous. George had been nervous since the taxi ride and now that you were sitting in front of him, it didn’t calm him down. He looked at you and you met his gaze. His cheeks turned pink, and he looked down at the table. You smiled and reached for his hand. This made him look up and stare into your eyes.

“I’m glad that he set us up.” You grinned.

“Me too.” He said and smiled. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. The dinner was lovely and soon the two of you would head back towards the hotel.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You beamed.

“Me too.” George grinned. “But do you know what would make it even better?”

“No?” you said and felt his lips crash on yours. You squealed in surprise but soon melted into the kiss. It was the perfect ending for a perfect night, with a little thanks to Toto for making it happen.

“I love you.” he breathed when he broke of the kiss. “I have for the longest time.”

You answered him with a kiss. 

“I love you too, George Russell.” 

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

Love, Uncle Sy

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

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

Henry Cavill Master List

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Won't be for long,” Ben shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You coming, birthday girl?”

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

“I miss him already.”

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-mine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[voodoospeedcult]

This is how you get involved in racing!

We get asked all the time “How do I get involved in racing?”, the answer is always different depending on what someone’s budget is. If you have money it’s easy, you spend money and go race. But if you don’t have much money or for that matter you are flat broke it is still very easy to get involved in racing. This is how you do it!

Every race at every race track in the World has a staff of volunteers that make the racing happen, these volunteers are really the life blood of any track and any race. They work in race control, tech, grid, timing & scoring, they work flag stations in the corners, they drive the pace car and just about any other job needed to make a race happen.

okay, yes, I said volunteer which means you don’t get paid to do it but do not let that discourage you, there are plenty of perks!

- The first one is obvious, you are at the track and you are in the middle of the action. - You get your meals for free. - You are treated as royalty as everyone knows that because of you, they are racing and they are safe. - SWAG (Stuff We All get) is flowed to volunteer workers at an almost repulsive rate; T-shirts, clothing, stickers, lanyards, patches, memorabilia, etc. every race weekend. - Lunch laps, almost every race weekend takes a break for lunch, during this time the track is open for lunch laps where you get to take your own car or ride with a racer around the track for a few laps at controlled speed. - Parties! Every night in the paddock there is more than one party, it’s kind of like a movie where people bounce from one house to the other having fun but it’s from paddock space to paddock space. Remember point number 3 above? Being treated like royalty. This is where that royalty really shines. Volunteers are always hooked up in the biggest ways, free drinks, free food, free everything. Many teams, ours included came from very humble beginnings, working corner stations and all that, we know the time and effort it takes so teams go to great lengths to thank volunteers with big gift packages and stuff like that. - Race car parts. Not everyone will find this appealing or care but when you work on the track (corner workers, grid, tech) you are always getting random car parts left with you. It could be a fender broke off during a race, it could be a wheel and tire that has come off a car or just about anything else and racers rarely ever want that stuff back. There are two ways you can use that stuff; decorate your house with it or sell it online for others to use as decorations in their house. - Working on a race track gives you the best seat in the house, you are right there as the action happens. Taking photos and shooting video is very easy and accessible. This can lead into working all sorts of ways in the racing World. - This last perk does not apply to all racing series/organizations, but the cool ones like NASA and others do it. For the time you work you earn credit, that credit is used for track day, school and racing entry fees. Meaning that you work a couple of weekends and then you get to run the next event for free.

Now you’ve read this whole thing and it’s not what you meant about how do you get involved in racing but do not dismiss it, everyone has to start somewhere. There are many pro drivers that got their start this way, there are a few team owners that got started this way, there are race photographers that started shooting racing as they worked corner stations. Almost anyone who has been in racing has worked as a volunteer unless they have a lot of money. So how do you make it happen? Contact the region of NASA (National Auto Sport), SCCA, Porsche Club, BMW Club, rally organization, race club/organization, race track and tell them that you want to be a volunteer at the races. It is really that easy!

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of Hyrule | Chapter 48

“Tell me again why you’re dragging me out here in the middle of fucking Faron?” Link hissed at his sister.

“Because,” Aryll started excitedly. “We’re gonna meet Camilla and get our money!”

“There won’t be any money,” Link said dryly. He winced as Aryll hit a pothole. “Watch it!”

“Hey, I’m driving,” she barked.

“Do you even know where you’re going?”

“Yes,” Aryll said. “That’s why I’m driving.”

Link settled back against the seat and sighed. “What if she’s crazy? What if this is all a trap?”

Aryll gave her brother a skeptical look. “A trap? To what? Give us warm cookies and milk? That’s what old ladies do.”

“Maybe Telma was on team Yiga,” Link said. “And Cremia is the last remaining one, and she’s going to kidnap us, take the Triforce from me, and -”

“Dude,” Aryll cut him off. “Fucking chill. For the love of Hylia!” She checked the GPS on her phone, then slowed in front of an old, Victorian styled house. She perked up, grinning, and pulled into the drive. “This is it.” She cut the engine, then bounced out of the car excitedly and up the stairs, not waiting for her brother to follow. She knocked three times on the door, then glanced at Link over her shoulder as he begrudgingly followed behind her.

“This is -”

But the door opened, cutting him off. An older, dark skinned woman stood before them, her dark, salt and pepper hair pulled back in a large bun. Camilla put a hand on her hip and smiled. “Well, if you ain’t a sight,” she said. “You look just like ‘im.” She gestured for them to enter, stepping aside as they cautiously crossed the threshold. “I’m glad you both came by,” she started. “Your father made me promise to give you some stuff.”

“What kinda stuff?” Aryll asked curiously.

“I honestly don’t know,” she said. She walked through the old house, gesturing for them to follow her. She spoke as she lead them through. “But, a promise is a promise, hm?” She laughed lightly. “You know, your father was always my mother’s favorite,” she said. “I was so sorry to hear what happened to him.” She stopped at a door and pushed it open. The walls of the room were lined with boxes stacked on top of one another. They were all clearly labeled with various names and dates.

“Telma was so attached to the kids that came to her,” she continued. She started to sift through the boxes casually, selecting a few of the photos that were contained inside and smiling at them. “She shared in all their joys and triumphs, and all their failures and pain.” She laughed lightly. “Sometimes, it seemed she liked them more than me, her own daughter.” She frowned. “We lost too many too young. She always felt like she had failed them when that happened.” She moved across the room and looked through a few more boxes before selecting one to place in the middle of the room. On it, the name ‘Rusl’ was scribbled on the side.

Aryll opened it and looked through the photos, smiling down at them. Some of them were of when their father was much younger, playing with some of the other boys in the barn, or chasing after chickens. There were many of him riding bareback on various horses, or playing with them in their paddocks.

“He really took a liking to the horses,” she explained. “So much so, that Telma promised to let him ride and give him lessons if he worked hard enough. And he did. And whenever he got his free time, he would jump right on and take off.” She laughed. “I always told Mum that one day, he’d never come back. But he always did. He took care of those horses like they were his kids. He made sure they were nice and cooled off, fed and happy before he went right back to do his chores.”

“He never really talked about Telma,” Aryll said with a frown. She held a picture in her hand of some young kids gathered around a woman who she assumed to be Telma. “Why was he in foster care?”

“Both his parents spent a lot of time in and out of jail,” she said. “Drugs and the like. He was a troublemaker himself when he came to Telma. At that point, he had been bounced around to a few different places. He was a rotten kid when he was younger.” She laughed. “Goddesses, how he would torment me. I was in high school when he came around, and he just loved to scare off my boyfriends.”

“That seems so unlike him,” Aryll said.

“I guess he didn’t turn out to be so bad,” Camilla said. “Mum always hoped for that.” She reached into a box and pulled out a disc, then smiled. “She was obsessed with documenting everything.” She slipped the disk into a player, then turned on a small tv screen in the room. “She tried to take some videos before he joined the army. Before he left, she gave ‘em all a day off. A little send-off party, I s’pose.” She played the video. A young boy’s face appeared, his brows knit together angrily.

“Say somethin’ nice, Karsen,” Telma’s voice said.

Karsen grinned. “Hey, Rusl. Kill all those fuckers dead! Kill ‘em all, man!” He made a head sawing motion with his hand.

“That’s that same guy?” Aryll muttered. “Yikes.”

“Lovely,” Telma said dryly. “Where did I go wrong with you, you twisted little child?”

Karsen’s grin widened. “And come back soon and get me outta here, man! Telma’s gonna make me go crazy!”

The video darkened for a moment, then a younger Rusl came into view. He looked at the camera with an annoyed and exasperated expression.

“Can you please stop with that thing?”

“Never,” Telma said. “I’m gonna need something to show those kids of yours someday.”

Rusl rolled his eyes and moved his hand to block the camera’s view. “Right,” he muttered.

The camera lowered, giving them a view of the ground.

“Hey,” Telma started. “Don’t you keep running away.  I know you’re scared, ‘unnie. But you are not just a pawn in a war that waits on our horizon. You are so much more, Rusl. And that boy - he’s gonna be the greatest thing in your life, hero or not. His future - his destiny - none of it will matter, because he will be your son, and I know you will do everything for him. But don’t think you’re doing him any favors by running from him. Don’t try to stop him from coming into your life. You need him. And he needs you. Understand? And when he comes around, you better let me meet him. You hear me?”

Rusl was hesitant. “Yeah, Telma. I will.”

The camera shifted, then the screen turned dark.

Aryll frowned. “I wish we could have met her.”

“Me too,” Camilla said. “She would have loved on you more than me.” She grinned at them, then removed the disk from the player.

Aryll continued to sift through the box until she came across a small bag. “What’s this?” She held up the bag, inspecting it. Inside was a small card that she recognized.

Camilla peered at it curiously. “Dunno,” she said with a shrug. “Nothing I’ve seen before.”

“It goes in a phone,” Aryll said, already taking it out and inserting it into her own phone. She tapped on the screen and opened the file. A twenty year-old Rusl’s face appeared, his brows furrowed.

“Hey, Kid,” his voice started. “You’re not around yet. Who knows when you’ll come around.” He grinned. “I don’t even have a girlfriend. So, you know, that’s going well.” His face turned serious. “Unless you’re like, really young when you’re watching this, then use protection and shit.” His face softened. “But hopefully you’re not young. Because you shouldn’t be seeing this until after I’m gone.” He hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Look, this is where I grew up.”

The camera moved around as he stepped outside, giving them a view of Telma’s farm. “I promised Telma I’d let her meet you. I guess this is as close as it gets.” The camera turned back to face him. “Anyway. Going through all her shit made me realize she wasn’t as crazy as she seemed, sometimes. And, I dunno. I felt like I should leave you with something. Because one thing’s for sure; there’s a lot you’re not gonna know. About me, about you. About this fucked up destiny that’s been thrust upon us.” He sighed. “I’m not telling you any of it. You don’t need to know. You have enough shit to deal with then to know the truth about me.” He shrugged. “But I guess I can’t leave you with nothing, either. Unanswered questions and shit. I know that would drive me crazy. But you need to understand that there’s a reason I couldn’t tell you this before, when I’m… was… alive. Because if you’re anything like me, you’ll try to stop it. You’ll try to save me. And that can’t happen.” He paused for a moment before continuing.

“See… we all serve a purpose in this life, I guess. And mine is to bring you into this world… and leave. As long as I’m alive, you will never be able to access the full power of the Triforce.” He shook his head. “For reasons D tried to explain to me. Hylia’s power is weakening, blah blah blah. I’m sure you’ll learn some of this. I’ll tell you as much as I can, when I can. I won’t leave you in the dark about everything. But the point is, if you’re going to be able to save the world, I will need to die. I’ve known this for a while. Well, I’ve had my suspicions, anyway. I’ve accepted it. Because even though you don’t even exist yet, and I don’t even know when you will.” He hesitated. “I love the crap outta ya. I will do anything and everything for you, especially to give you a normal a life as possible. I never got that. Not that I was born a hero destined to save the world or anything. But you deserve better than the crap I went through. You know, a father who’s actually around. I’ll give you everything that I can. I just want you to understand why things will happen - or, happened - the way that they will, or did, or something. I’ll give my life for you, kid, hero or not. It doesn’t matter to me who you are. That’s why I can accept this, I guess. Because I’d do it in a heartbeat. Again and again and again. Anything to give you the life you deserve. Hopefully, a life of peace and happiness. And I know you won’t accept it. That’s why I can’t - couldn��t - tell you. I’m sorry that this is the way it has to be, but I know you’ll be fine. If I can survive this shit, you can, too. You’ve got a lot more going for you than I do, anyway.” His gaze moved beyond the camera as he looked over the farm.

“I guess she was right. I need you. I just hope everything I do will be enough.” His gaze moved back to the camera, and he shrugged. “Alright, well, I guess that’s it, then. You know the truth. Don’t be mad at me. I did what I had to do. Just know that. Everything I’ll ever do in this life is for you.” He smiled. “And that’s all I’ve ever wanted, really, so it’s okay. Okay?” He paused. “I love you, kid. I’ll see you soon.”

The video ended.

Aryll stared at her phone until the screen darkened. She jumped when her brother got to his feet, and he abruptly left the room.

Link stormed outside angrily. Leave it to his father to bring secrets to his damn grave. He was furious at him for not telling him the truth. Of course he wouldn’t have let his father make such a sacrifice. If he had just been honest with him, they could have found another way. His father could have still been alive.

But he was right. As Link looked back at the battle that had taken place only a week ago, his father was right. Link didn’t stand a damn chance against the Yiga. Not without the Master Sword. And certainly not without the full power of the Triforce. Surely, if there was anything he could have done to bring that power forth sooner, Impa would have trained him for that. She would have beat the power out of him. Despite it all, Impa knew of their destinies. She knew how to prepare them for the approaching war. Which meant that she knew Link would not be able to use his power like Zelda could, so she had to compensate in other ways.

There was nothing he could have done. As long as his father remained alive, he would not have been able to access that power that allowed him to stop Kohga once and for all, and he would have failed to protect Hyrule. To protect Aryll. To protect his friends. Which was all he really wanted to do. Just as his father only wanted to protect him.

He cursed loudly and kicked at the tire of the car. It didn’t matter how much he justified in, or how logically he looked at the situation; he was still furious. He never wanted anyone to have to sacrifice their lives for him, his father most of all. But he wasn’t angry with his father. He was angry that he was the one to be thrust into such a destiny. That his father had to pay the price, regardless of whether he wanted to or not. Why in the hell did it have to be him? And who else would have to die so that Hyrule could stay safe? He couldn’t do it anymore; he couldn’t fight another war. For the love of Hylia, let it all be over with…

He turned to the house as Aryll stepped outside. Her eyes were wet, but she regarded Link fiercely, her phone in her hand.

“There’s something else on here,” she said. Her brows furrowed. “It looks like info to a bank account. There’s a phone number on it, too.”

Link moved to her side and peered at the information on her screen. Curiously, he dialed the number and gave the account number to the woman on the line.

“Ah, yes, here we are,” she said, her voice light and cheery. “This account is fully mature. It looks like it opened up for you just a couple of weeks ago, and will remain open until you wish to close it. Would you like the money wired over to you now, Link?”

“Money?” Link echoed. “What money? How much is in there?”

“Your account balance is one million, two hundred -”

The phone dropped from Link’s hand. He stared at it, his mouth gaping.

“Link? What’s wrong?” When her brother did not respond, Aryll picked up the phone. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the voice said. “I can only speak to the holder of the account.”

“Of course,” she sneered. She glanced at her brother, still seemingly in shock, though he met her gaze. “Link’s gonna have to call you back.” She ended the call and handed him the phone, her brows knit together. “What is it?”

“There’s… over a million…”

“A million?” Aryll shrieked. “I knew it! An inheritance!” She jumped up and down excitedly. “Oh my Goddesses. I can go to college?”

“He fucking robbed a bank,” Link muttered. He turned to his sister. “Where the fuck would he have gotten that kind of money?”

Aryll frowned. “I can’t go to college using dirty money.” She hesitated. “Do you really think he stole it?”

“Well,” Link started slowly. “Either that, or he was a drug lord.” He shrugged. “Maybe he was a serial killer who harvested and sold organs on the black market. Or sold secrets to the Yiga Clan. Or -”

“Yeah, alright,” Aryll snapped. “He wouldn’t have done any of those things.” Her gaze softened. “What are you going to do?”

Link met her gaze. “I don’t know,” he said slowly. “What would you do with that much money?”

“Send me to college! Buy me a car! Pay the damn electric bill!”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You have to graduate high school, first.”

“Alright,” Aryll pressed. “I’m gonna graduate, okay? Jeez, Link! Give me my money!”

“Right,” he said. “When you graduate and figure out what the hell you want to do, then we can talk.”

Camilla appeared in the doorway, her gaze hesitant. “So, I love my mother and all, but I can’t keep holdin’ on to this shit. You want it?”

Aryll took the steps two at a time as she bounded to Camilla’s side. “Yes,” she said quickly. “Give me.” She grinned up at Camilla. “Thanks for tracking us down.”

“Ah, well,” Camilla started. “It’s the least I could have done for Rusl’s kids.”

#loz #botw #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic #soty #shadows of the yiga #soty48

[sourwolf-sterek32]

You’re Not Alone ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Summary: You’ve been on your own for 8 months now after your brother died. Scavenging and hunting, using the skills your father taught you to stay alive. Until you came across a little girl lost in the woods. You were determined to get her back to her mother, but once you found her group everything changed and you found yourself falling for the blue eyed archer without realising it.

(Set during Season 2. Roughly around the time Sophia went missing)

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence. mild descriptions of blood and gore (it’s twd what do you expect?)

Chapter 8:

"Do ya really think ya can get this bike started?" Daryl questioned as you finished filling the tank with fuel, placing the jerrycan on the bench next to the bike.

"Are you doubting me Daryl Dixon?" You questioned raising your eyebrow at him before you grabbed the handle bars of the bike, kicking the stand up as you pushed the bike out the shed with Daryl following behind.

You looked over your shoulder at Daryl who was watching you in amusement. He has never known a girl who liked motorcycles, let alone one who knew her way around the engine of one. It was just another thing he could add the list of the reasons why he liked you.

You turned your attention back to the bike as you swung you right leg over the seat before making sure the bike was in neutral as you turned the key but nothing happened. "Shit the electric start is broken." You muttered as you pulled the kick starter out before slamming your foot down against the leaver as the bike purred to life. You sat down on the seat as you revved the engine letting it idle for a few seconds before you heard Daryls motorcycle start up.

"Try to keep up." He shouted over his shoulder and you grinned as you kicked the bike in gear before releasing the clutch as you took off past Daryl. You shifted up a couple gears as you cruised around the paddock and the farm house, the cool breeze flowing past your face making you feel alive. You glanced over your shoulder as Daryl gave you the thumbs up as he followed behind you on his Triumph.

*Meanwhile*

"Hey daddy look! Y/N got the old dirt bike working." Maggie shouted from the front porch of the house watching as you and Daryl rode around the area.

"I'll be damned, she did." Hershel suddenly said walking through the front door taking in the scene in front of him as Ricks group all walked up the house in surprise.

"At least some of us found a way to have some fun." Glen commented with a smile watching the two of you race around as Maggie wrapped her arms around his waist watching you guys ride.

"They are gonna get themselves killed." Shane muttered as he leant against the railing with an unamused glare.

"Leave them alone Shane, the two are having fun and after what they've both have been through the past few years, they deserve it." Carol replied as she pulled Sophia closer to her giving her a hug.

"Do you think they are together?" Rick suddenly questioned looking over at the girls knowing there was no point asking the guys, they wouldn't have a clue.

"Did you see them this morning? They are definitely together." Lori replied with a slight smile.

-

A few minutes later you noticed Rick standing by the farm house waving for you and Daryl to come over there. You glance over at Daryl who already spotted Rick and you nodded as you both rode back towards the farm house parking the bikes by the front steps.

"Hershel is letting us stay in the house from now on." Rick said as you and Daryl climbed off the bikes and walked over to them.

"It will be a tight fit but don't worry about that, we should have moved you guys in a while ago, its not safe to sleep out there." Hershel stated and you nodded in appreciation before Rick started handing out orders for everyone. T-Dog was keeping watch of the perimeter, keeping watch of everyone coming and going while you and Daryl took the double guard shifts. Hershel stocked the basement up in case you all need to retreat in there for a few days.

"After we get this area locked down and all our gear inside, Daryl and I will take Randall offsite and cut him loose." Rick stated and Daryl nodded before he began helping T-Dog take down all the tents.

"We're back to that now?" Shane questioned in frustration and you rolled your eyes looking over at Rick hoping he will shut his friend up.

"It was the right plan first time around. You don't agree, but this is whats happening. Swallow it. Move one." Rick simply said but you knew it wasn't enough for Shane who shook his head.

"You known that Dales death and the prisoner... that's two separate things right? You wanna take Daryl as your wingman, be my guest." Shane responded and you shook your head. Damn right Rick was gonna choose Daryl over him, he trusts Daryl, he respects him! He may have trusted Shane a long time ago, but shit has clearly changed and it was time Shane learnt that.

"Thank you." Rick muttered walking off towards you giving you a nod which meant for you to follow him as he walked which is what you did. "Shane can get worked up sometimes, he's not a bad guy... he's just his own worst enemy."

"I know he use to be your partner back in the day, but I don't trust him Rick and I know Dale didn't either." You replied causing Rick to stop walking as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"I know. I know. Which is why I am asking you to keep an eye on him, you're good at observing and reading people just like Daryl and I would have asked him to do it, but him and I are gonna drop Randall off which means while we're gone I need you to step up. Can you do that for me?" Rick asked and you nodded. Babysitting Shane... of course I get stuck with that job while the other women get to set up our new camp in the lounge room of the farm house.

"I'm gonna go drop mine and Daryl's stuff off at the farm house and see if anyone else needs help, but don't worry I will keep an eye on him." You replied and Rick nodded with a smile before you jogged over to yours and Daryls tents before you began packing everything up.

-

"Daryl and I will take the corner by the window if its not taken." You said as you climbed out the old blue truck before you began unloading all your gear.

"That's all yours." Maggie replied as she helped you carry everything inside. You found a spare gun strap on the bench, asking if anybody was using it, but Lori told you it was a spare. You clipped it too your bow slinging it over shoulder like how Daryl carried his crossbow sometimes. Now you don't have to drop your bow every time you wanted to use your handgun instead.

You walked outside after setting yours and Daryls sleeping bags up and noticed Daryl and Rick were standing on the other side of the railing under the veranda, obviously discussing where they are gonna drop Randall off. Not wanting to disturb them you walked over to Jimmy giving him a hand with nailing the wooden planks of wood against the windows.

A few hours went by while you helped with odd jobs around the farm, while keeping an eye on Shane. He had mainly been building a lookout platform on the windmill all day, but as you looked back over in that direction he wasn't there. Where the hell did he go? You thought to yourself as you walked passed the cars and motorcycles parked in front of the house when you caught site of someone walking into the wooden shed where Randall was being held. It was across the other side of the paddock, so you couldn't quite see who it was, but you could probably make a pretty good guess.

You knew Shane was going to try kill Randall, but you weren't going to let him do that. Rick said no and it's what Dale would want, so like hell you were going let Shane kill him.

You jogged over to the shed opening the door to find Shane about to walk out the door with Randall in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed walking into the room as you shut the door behind yourself to stop Randall from running out if he got free from Shanes grip.

"Walk away Y/N, this doesn't concern you." Shane growled as he shoved Randall to the ground who's hands were duck tapped behind his back with his blindfold still on.

"What are you doing with him?" You questioned folding your arms over your chest as you stared at Shane not backing down as he took a step towards you.

"Rick told me to get Randall." Shane lied and you shook your head rolling your eyes.

"If you're gonna lie to me at least make it somewhat believable. Now put the handcuffs back on him, leave the shed and I won't tell Rick about this." You ordered holding your hands out to show that you don't want a fight.

"I have to kill him, Rick is making a mistake. Now get out my way." Shane shouted pushing you to the side so he could get to Randall but you grabbed his arm pulling him away. "You little bitch." He muttered, grabbing the collar of your shirt as he slammed you into the wall across the room. You landed on the floor gasping for breath from the sudden force of the wall, but before you could get up Shane marched back over to you pulling you to your feet by your hair.

"When you wake up you don't tell anyone about what just happened here or else I will kill you." Shane muttered, but before you could make anysense of his words his fist slammed against your temple and the last thing you saw was the ground rushing towards you before everything went black.

-

"Whats going on?" Carol questioned as the group rushed towards the shed where Rick, Daryl, T-Dog and Andrea were gathered.

"Randalls missing." T-Dog muttered as he walked out the shed crossing his arms in frustration as the rest of the group reached the shed wanting to know what happened.

"The cuffs are still hooked he must have slipped them." Rick informed walking out the shed towards the group.

"How's that even possible?" Lori questioned as she grabbed Carl and Sophias hands making sure they stayed close to her while Randall was running free somewhere.

Rick looked around at the group before glancing over at Daryl who was already trying to look for tracks around the shed before Shane came running from the forest.

"Rick! Rick!" Shane shouted causing the group to rush over to him gasping at his bloodied face.

'What happened?" Rick questioned.

"He's armed! He's got my gun. Little bastard just snuck up on him." Shane explained as he wiped the blood from his nose.

"Alright, Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house! Glenn, Daryl, come with us!" Rick instructed, but Daryl froze looking over at the group finding everyone standing there but you.

"Wait, where's Y/N?" Daryl questioned as he loaded his crossbow looking over at Rick as his eyes scanned the group.

"She's probably back at the house." Rick replied, but Daryl shook his head. She could be out there somewhere while Randall is free with a gun running around.

"She can take care of herself, we need to find Randall." Shane added glancing over at Daryl who looked hesitant on what to do.

"Rick needs you to help track Randall. We will find Y/N, she's probably in the house." Maggie reassured looking at Daryl before giving Glen a quick kiss as Rick, Shane, Glen and Daryl all ran in the direction Shane pointed them towards. God you better be okay, he thought.

Next Chapter

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[thesorrowfulknight-blog]

Okaayyyy, so! Apparently tumblr was being a shitforbrains again and didn't post my answers from a few days ago, so I'm gonna combine both get-to-know-me q&a's in one post! Sorry for the wait you guys.

1st set of q's was tagged by @legendarybitch 😘

Relationship status: Single AF

Favourite colours: Blue and green, hands down. I'm partial to he more vibrant blues and more earthy greens; especially hunter green with gold accenting. But it has to be a nice gold, not that yucky orangey-yellow some folks use

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstiiiick! Anything else I get annoyed and scrape it off with my teeth

3 favourite foods: Oh god, I have to choose? I guess... Any pizza really though I have a weakness for deepdish (especially double cheese smothered in sriracha 😍), suicide hot wings (I want to choke on the fumes and feel like my face is melting), aannnnd a nice tender rare steak. You can't see it but I'm drooling now thx guys

Song stuck in my head: The Next Episode by Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg

Last song I listened to: Zombies by The Cranberries (the cover done by Bad Wolves is fucking bomb too)

Last movie I watched: Galaxy Quest (1999) Worth every goddamn penny

Top 3 tv shows: Tough call, but I think the closest would have to be Hannibal, Final Space, and Voltron: Legendary Defender

Books I'm currently reading: The Rowan by Anne McCaffrey and Burial Rites by Hannah Kent

Last thing I googled: Biomedical Technology

Time: 11:04pm

How many blankets do you sleep in: Primarily just my one big galaxy comforter

Dream trip: Phew, that one's a pretty tall order! About 9/10ths of my clan/extended familar are still in europe (mostly Germany and the Netherlands), so I'd like to be able to visit everyone! I haven't met most of them because of distance but we're all still very tightly knit accross continents. So a dream trip would somehow entail being able to get to visit everyone and possibly even go with my Oma before she can't fly anymore (she hasn't seen her sisters in many years). If somehow this all timed itself right so that I could also attend the Trakehner Verband approvals at Neumünster, I would legitimately weep with joy. My opa and I had always planned to go together as he hadn't been since immigrating to Canada, but now that he's passed I want to go for the both of us. It's a family legacy thing, I suppose. My second choice would be to visit either Spain or Portugal for a riding vacation 😍

Anything you really want: To have a prosperous and fulfilling life brimming with true friendship, laughter, and love.

2nd set of q's tagged by @vecchiasignoras 😙

Name: Kate, though I consider it to be quite intimate so only my immediate family calls me by this name. Everyone else refers to me as Kat

Height: 5'9"

Middle name(s): I have two! Their initials are E.M.

Put your music on shuffle. What are the first four songs that come on?

September by Earth, Wind & Fire

In the Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Something Like This by The Chainsmokers

Bonus: Become the Beast by Karliene

Grab the book nearest you and turn to page 23. What is on line 17? (I counted them as the beginning/end of dialogue and whole sentences)

"She'll... she'll die! You know as well as I do," and Siglen's words crowded each other out of her mouth, "what happens to the truly Talented in space... I mean, look at how ill David became. Remember how devastated Capella was. To subject an infant... of unknown potential... to such mind-destroying trauma! Why you must be mad, Interior. You cannot! I will not permit it!"

Ever had a song or poem written about you? Not to my knowledge! Though the only thing they might draw inspiration from is how big my feet are lmao

When was the last time you played air guitar? Mmm, a few weeks I think? That Mötley Crüe riff was impossible to resist. As for a real guitar, I think it's going on almost 4 or 5 years now? Jesus time flies.

Who is your celebrity crush? They would have to be Tom Holland and Chris Hemsworth. I definitely have a thing for their personality type 😘

What's a sound you hate + a sound you love?

A sound I hate would 12/10 have to be my mother's voice, even just saying my name. It always sounds accusatory and condescending in the kind of way that's like nails on a chalkboard but under your skin. Also the sound of unexpected people WALKING UP ONTO MY PORCH AND KNOCKING ON THE DOOR INVADING MY SANCTUARY. (I loathe unannounced visitors. Hate hate hate them).

A sound that I love would hands down have to be the ambient noises my horse makes when he's just doing... whatever. When he's doing him-stuff. Slurping up electrolyte water like a messy kid, heaving these great big sighs because life amiright? I especially find his annoyed growling to be hilarious, because he is VERY loud and dramatic about it, but only does it when you ask him to do something relatively low effort that he finds tedious. Like flat work, or walking to and from the barn and paddock. Completely droll and lackluster. But going for a friendly gallop in the back field? You'd think we'd just gotten rallied by fucking Théoden to ride to our deaths at the Pelennor Fields. He makes this hard little growly-grunt when he shifts up into the next gear and then boom, you're gone. Just fucking gone. Then he's a happy springy boi. It isn't like his annoyed growling though; it's different. When he's annoyed it's more like verbal complaining; all in the throat. But when he revs it it's much shorter and takes on a hard edge. Comes up deep from the core. I can't really explain it any better than that. I just fucking love sprinting a 1700lbs war machine in general, now that I've re-learned how the hell to ride it 😂 I'm babbling now

Do you believe in ghosts? I believe in spirits and other things, yes.

How about aliens? We've only discovered and understand, what, 0.4% of the known universe? To not be widely open to and fully accepting of the notion that we are not alone would be pure folly. Even from a mathematical standpoint it would be wildly ridiculous not to. That doesn't mean I have any specific theories or "truths" about it, though. It would just be very stupid of me to be closed-minded.

Besides, if it does turn out to be true it would explain a lot of things. I think my favourite wild theory out there is that Mary, mother of Jesus, was artificially inseminated. Like we do with livestock. If nothing else it's fascinating to ponder the implications.

Do you drive? Yes. Pretty gutsy too, if I say so myself. My mum used to drag race so I guess it's both a hereditary as well as a learned thing.

If so, have you ever crashed? Only once, and that was an actual accident. The conditions were super icy so we were already going 20km below the limit, and I was hanging back, but what happened was the car infront of me hit the car infront of them, and when I slammed on the brakes I just slid about 15-20 feet right into their rear end anyways. Nobody got hurt except for my car; she took the worst of it. The car I hit basically just had to pop the dent back out and it was like I hadn't made contact. Lucky badstards. There were a ton of similar accidents that day so everything got wrapped up pretty quick.

What was the last book you read?

It's been so long since I've completed one, mostly because everything these days sucks ass, so I don't remember what it was. The ones I'm currently reading however are The Rowan by Anne McCaffrey and Burial Rites by Hannah Kent

Do you like the smell of gasoline? Clean, quality gasoline? Yes. Dirty low quality gasoline? No.

What was the last movie you saw?

Galaxy Quest (1999)

Do you have any obsessions right now? Not really, no. I mean, technically all things Bioware and my pony, but those are more of a glowering embers kind of love. Not the raging wildfire kind that overtakes the mind and turns you into a fanatic

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Eeeehhhhhh, yes and no. Like I won't actively hate you cause why tf would I waste the energy, so it's whatever, but I will also always keep you at arm's length so idk

Are you in a relationship? No, nor do I want to be. I'm enjoying just being on my own and allowing myself to grow as a person. I don't do relationships just for the sake of being in one, or because of this ridiculous notion people seem to have that you aren't complete/a whole person without a significant other. I'm only interested in end-game, and I'm not ready to be open for that right now ✌

Bonus: What's an annoying/bad habit that you have? Talking the shit out of everything. And I swear. A lot. More in my head than out loud, though.

#man this got dark #my bad #about me #get to know me #q&a #personal #me #thesorrowfulknight #i apologize for any typos; i've been at this for several hours now

[buzzkillzine]

That's the way, uh huh uh huh I bike it, uh huh uh huh.

28/8/21

So I have been cleaning out an old shed at my house and I have been finding a bunch of cool stuff from my childhood. For example

this is my bike I had for the while in high school. I don't know what it's deal was but it had fucken sick front and back suspension. It feels like a motorbike frame but isn't. I bought it from a garage sale from someone. One of those 'please take our pike of old rusted bikes' for 5 bucks deals. The pedals where a bit dodgy and it originally had 3 gears in it, with a gear stick that looked like one from a car mounted on the top bar of the frame. It jammed once so I yanked the whole think out. I am pretty sure it didn't have any brakes but at that age I didn't really care.

I took it to school in year 9 for end of year activities because got to go to the skate park and someone dared me to 'ghostie' it of a ramp so I did and ended up making it fly over the back fence and it fucked the back wheel and made it from an O shape to a D shape. I still don't know why I did that because the bike was then relatively stuffed but I still had to ride it back to the school from the skate park and while trying to get up on the curb, the front wheel just fell off. I think I walked it the last few blocks.

As a kid I loved pulling shit apart and (sometimes) putting it back together. Growing up out if town there wasn't much else to do so I made my own fun by getting bit if garage sale bikes and putting them together to make something that worked.

This is my proper bike I had through primary school and into high school. It only had back pedal brakes and was put together from bits of other bikes and was my goto bike for riding on my homemade jumps and bmx track I made in the sheep paddock.

The crossbar on the handlebars was at some point straight but I liked the look of all the BMX bikes I saw on Planet X and Chilli Factor and stuff like that so I literally bashed it into that shape with a hammer, spray painted it red and black and that was that.

This was the bike me and my friend Chris used to jump over each other with on my jumps. We would lay down behind the jump and the other would ride over the jump and if you were super brave you'd keep your eyes open but most of the time I'd just get dirt and mud splattered in my face. I would ride my bike for hours and would pack my action man backpack with snacks and a water bottle and go on adventures in the paddock. We didn't have a huge area but I had enough imagination to make do.

I ended up getting a proper mountain bike for Christmas in grade 6 because the bike I was riding when we started doing Bike Ed had no brakes, no real seat, bald tires from doing skids and only one handle bar grip. It was apparently 'unroadworthy'.

Looking back I have no idea how I was able to spend all day riding my bike, stacking it, getting gravel rash, getting back in and riding it again. These days, if I have to do an extra shift at work, I feel like I need a full day to recover from the thought of having to work an extra shift.

I miss that childlike wonder and lust for life that I had. Riding around in a paddock for hours, finding bugs under rocks. Where does that go? What happens to stop you being interested in stuff like that? Or more to the point what takes away the drive to want to do that?

Maybe I'll find it as an adult. As I creep into my 30s I doubt it but the thought it there to ponder.

Whatever.

#writing #journalling #personal nostalgia #happy memories #goodtimes #growing up

[shannrussell-blog1]

It’s been twelve months now. Max and I downsized from big city living to a caravan in a 12-acre paddock to a

From our first days on the road, we’ve made a few changes since then.

Be prepared for the good and the bad

Bad stuff happens. Always know that it’s likely and be prepared for it to hit you at the worst time. Sometimes the bad stuff just keeps on happening and it feels relentless. We rolled our boat trailer after a very smooth three months on the road and then everything just started unravelling. Little things became big things and it hit us very hard.

There’s no such thing as a dream run, but you just start to forget the bad stuff when the good stuff piles up. It’s amazing how quickly you move on, we have had too many good experiences to dwell on the bad.

You’re going to have good days, and bad ones on the road.

Always keep backups and spares

One day you will run out of gas halfway through cooking a meal and wish you had a little back up one. So invest in a backup or just get your bottle filled sooner rather than later. We have figured out how long our bottle lasts now and we just fill it every three weeks, no questions asked, no guessing how much is really left.

Stock up on windscreen patches. Road trains throw some mean rocks. We currently have four patches holding our screen together, that’s a lot better than having four windscreen changes.

Sikaflex, a heap of ratchet straps, some cable ties and a bit of duct tape will get you out of some very sticky situations. These and a thick branch have helped us limp our boat trailer to the nearest town multiple times now.

Stock up on all of the supplies you need including gas. 

Get to know your vehicle and your new home

Get to know your car and whatever you are towing. I really wish I had some more mechanical knowledge. Luckily, Max doesn’t mind pulling stuff apart and trying to put it back together again. Max could build his own boat trailer (can you tell our trailer is our biggest problem?), he has pulled it apart that many times.

Getting bogged can bring out the best and the worst in people. Swear words, innovation, frustration, hard work and a few more swear words come hand in hand. What a wonderful way to test a relationship, digging your car out in forty-degree heat with flies in your mouth.

Use a walkie-talkie to communicate with your spotter when the tracks get sketchy. And learn your left and rights, I still haven’t done that yet.

Tyre pressures are key. Don’t be afraid to spend some time inflating or deflating, depending on conditions, it makes for a much smoother ride. Yes even in a 2WD you can adjust your tyre pressures for a safer and nicer drive down those corrugated roads.

Don’t draw the line at a cordless drill, take some tools and know how and where to use them. It is amazing to have met some people who aren’t travelling with any tools at all, none. After a few long days on dirt tracks, the car is vibrating apart and every bolt needs tightening.

Cape York tracks are worth taking the time to drop tyre pressures. 

You don’t have to have the perfect set up

I’m sorry, but you don’t have to have the perfect setup, but just go anyway. So many people are too busy planning they forget their goal. Make do with what you have and just build as you go.

The cheap stuff won’t last out here. Invest a bit more money to avoid buying gear twice.

Our vehicle set up at Cape Le Grand, WA.

How to use social media to plan your trip

Social media provides a vast library of places you may want to save to your itinerary. Just remember that photos can be edited and some places may not live up to your expectations or the hype they get.

Don’t get overwhelmed by stories you hear on social media and all the stuff they tell you that you NEED. Figure it out as you go. Keep in mind that social media is now a major advertising platform. For the Cape York section of our trip, we found it very hard to sift through the information to get the appropriate advice.

Try to find people who have done it before, have a similar 4WD experience as you and talk to them in person. It’s the best way to get valuable information.

Social media can be deceptive when planning your trip, so do your research. 

Little luxuries

A hot shower is so underrated. When you finally have instant hot water running over your body after a few weeks of bucket baths, you will understand that you took it for granted.

The feeling of clean sheets is almost unexplainable. It is a lovely thing to switch out the sheets that have become a beach of sand and feel smooth cotton under your body.

You have packed way too much, trust me. Take a step back and look at your car, is it sitting a bit heavy the back? I already know the answer. We were the same. We have a monthly clean out now because you unknowingly gather new things. Get rid of what you don’t need.

You’ll wonder why clothes are even made in white. If you are not dirty, you are not living. It is impossible to keep anything clean.

A hot shower will soon become a luxury.

Camp diet

Sriracha is a game-changer, making all food taste great since, well, whenever it was made! Some days you won’t have access to fresh food and it comes time to work through your non-perishable back-up foods. Cover it in Sriracha and nothing is bad. Mee Goreng is the only two-minute noodles you need, the rest are just child’s play.

When you run out of fresh food, condiments are a must. 

Australia and the weather

Do you know how big Australia is? Because it is big, very quickly you will probably realise you need more time to travel this big continent.

It gets cold in the Top End in the dry season, and it gets really cold down south in the winter, and a whole other level of coldness in the desert on a winter’s night. I had to get a snow jacket in Alice Springs and ended up wearing it for three months straight, well into a South Australian summer. Crazy!

Rain is better than wind. At least when it rains you have almost no other choice than to stay inside. But wind just ruins a good day and makes you feel guilty about not wanting to go adventuring even though it is sunny.

Australia has it all, the landscapes, the weather, the extremes of seasonal change, the wildlife, the activities…I could go on. There is something for everyone and every desire. I can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t have a dream to travel Australia.

Corrugations become the soundtrack to your life. I wish I knew the onomatopoeia for the bumps of a red dust track.

Australia has so many incredible landscapes.

Funding the dream

There is always work available if you are willing to do it. A couple of months of work can lead to several more on the road.

Sometimes gravel pits are pretty lovely places to set up camp, and very free which can help you save some money. We were a bit opposed to camping in gravel pits when we first started. But one night in far north Queensland we had no other choice, and let me tell you, there is nothing quite like the 5-million-star view you get from a quiet patch of dirt in the middle of nowhere.

On route to doing what he loves.

Make the most of the opportunity

There’s no time like the present, do it now whilst you are at your most youthful. I always think about some of the things I may not have been able to do as age sets in. Get out there whilst you’re nimble and energetic.

It pays to be a morning person, to beat the crowds to the tourist hot-spots and have them to yourself if only for a while. But fear not you will naturally start to live by the sun and the stars in due time.

This is your chance to do what it is you truly love, all the time. Fishing, hiking, meditating, driving, cooking, swimming, photography, writing, painting, dancing, being. Do that thing you love and do it on a weekday.

  Are you planning on packing up and hitting the road permanently?

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[mirandaputsherbestbuttforward]

like i know i’ve always had an anger problem (mainly thanks to being bullied as a kid and fighting back and also just you know Mother Problems(tm) ) but like... it’s just always my first reaction to everything and i want to be better at it but like

the shit that goes on here on the farm just makes me so frustrated like i want to go away to anime north and enjoy my weekend but i feel like all the stuff i do on a daily basis wont be able to be kept up because my grandfather - as much as he’ll work on other hard labour stuff - gets lazy re the cattle and doesnt do what hes supposed to EVEN THOUGH i tell him time and time again and just

he went out to the road with the atv and it ran out of gas and here i am in the middle of doing chores he didnt do this morning and he asks me to go give him a ride or w/e and im like?? do uyou really just expect me to fuckign drop everything i’m doing that YOU didnt do right this fucking minute when a) you shouldve just taken the goddamn lawn tractor like you do anyway and b) you could’ve just told me to take the damn gas can myself and cut through the paddock to the road and been done with it and i wouldve been severely less annoyed but no

and im just

i happen to be incredibly Hangry because with the car and running them an errand i have not had time for a full meal today, only a coffee, a mean bean monster energy drink and an ice cream on a stick in the freezer on my way to put hay out for the cows. 

and yeah i need to curb myself so i dont curse like a goddamn sailor and yell (i saw a neighbour getting her mail and really wanted to yell what the fuck are you looking at but i refrained) and just 

how do i fix anger from being my default bc one of these days i’m gonna just hulk out and have a heart attack and die lmao

#personal

[thegreenhorseman]

So much has happened since December that I haven’t had a chance to properly recap 2019 and lay out the plans for 2020.

At the beginning of January 2019 I was taking a hiatus from riding.  I had Blade, Zeno Bay, and Vai Via. I was in a great routine of spin class with my mom.

I also did a week of farm sitting for a new friend who became a weekly trail riding buddy this summer.

I brought my grandma to see the retired thoroughbreds of Old Friends at Cabin Creek

More about our trip: Taking Grandma to See the Horses

I rode along with one of my best friends and saw what a day in the life of a farrier was like.

Read the interview here: Interview With a Farrier

Read about our day here: A Farrier’s Assistant

By February Zeno Bay was looking and feeling like a totally new horse.  This is a 21-year-old thoroughbred gelding.  I began to foster him with the rescue group in September.  Being on a grain-free diet and outdoors 24/7 we successfully got him to gain a fantastic amount of weight in only 3.5 months.

All about Zeno Bay: Happy Birthday To…

A wonderful group of friends invited me out for cow sorting.

A couple girlfriends and I took a trip to Pennsylvania for the Horse Expo in March!

Adventure Time here: The Blade Chronicles: Mom’s Ignoring Me

We became chicken farmers in March as well!  In two months we raised them on our porch until we finished building the coop.  We designed and built the coop ourselves.

Article when the chicks arrived: New Additions to The Green Horseman’s Clan

Article when the chickens moved outside: The Blade Chronicles: What are Those?

When the weather got better we enclosed the carport to protect the hay better.

I also moved tack out into the tack room of the barn.

More on our projects here: Projects

VaiVia began to show how playful and special he was.  We always knew this but he started to relax and come out of his shell in the springtime.

More about VaiVia: Celebrations This Week and V’s Big Story

I had the honor of interviewing a fabulous young trainer who has been making waves in training wild mustangs.

Read the interview here: From Cheering to Training, An Interview with Samantha VanFleet

Through the spring and summer, I worked on projects and developed a new love for carpentry.

Some of my projects: The Busy Life of the Green Horseman

And Some More: Vacation Means Getting Stuff Done

We did end up hiring someone to help create a fantastic sacrifice area around the barn.  No more flooded stall and hoof-deep clay mud!

I managed to severely sprain my ankle.  I don’t believe it was broken but considering it still bothers me 6 months later I’d wager that something tore.  Despite this I managed to hobble myself all around to hang out with friends.

More on that here: When the World Gets You Down

and here: The Blade Chronicles: Someone Tell Mom She’s Broken

I had the chance to try out cross country for the first time on my trainer’s amazing palomino, Cassian.  I still call him my palomino unicorn.

Cross Country Clinic: An Adventure With My Unicorn

Zac and I had a date at the county fair.  I enjoyed seeing a bunch of horses performing and doing something different than the average horse.

Something special about a county fair: Horses With Different Vocations

Bt the end of summer tensions had risen to a boiling point with the rescue and I began to make plans to find a second permanent horse before sending Zeno Bay and Vai Via back.  I hated to see them go but it was a bad situation only getting worse with the rescue itself.  As difficult as it was for me it was also exciting because I was able to begin looking for a new horse to become our permanent family member.  I saw a lot of really great horses.

All about the search: The Green Horseman’s Latest Quest

COCO

In the middle of my horse shopping, a very special pair rode into town.  Meredith and Apollo from The Centaurride stayed with a friend not far from my home.  Though her path didn’t lead her to stay at our home I had the honor of treating her to a nice warm meal.

About the Centaurride: Centauride.org

Link to the article:

Photo courtesy of Stacia S

Tiger, or R Tom Cat, galloped into our hearts in September.  For a brief period of time, I was the proud home of four bay thoroughbred geldings.

Sunday Special: Announcing My New Horse!

The Blade Chronicles: My New Brother

Tiger’s First Weeks

Fall hunter pace season was underway.  I planned to begin by attending LKTA.  Tiger had thrown a shoe and gotten a hoof bruise.  Instead, we discovered how amazing Blade was!

Read it here: We Hunter Paced; But It Was Not What I Expected

Photos courtesy of Brian Wilcox at www.connecticutphoto.com

In the weeks to follow Tiger participated in two hunter paces.  We had a lot of fun together despite not knowing each other incredibly well.

Read all about it at: Tiger’s Hunter Pace(s)

  Photos courtesy of Brian Wilcox at www.connecticutphoto.com

December had to have been, without exaggeration, the worst month of my entire life.  I didn’t write about it all but in a brief summary:

The worst pain:

Maybe TMI for some of you but I had an IUD (intra-uterine device) inserted.  I’ve never had children.  The process had to have been one of the most intense pains I’ve had to experience.  I have been bitten, kicked, trampled, broken bones.  It didn’t compare.  I was in shock; shaking, sweating, and nauseous for hours.  It took days for the pain to fully subside.  Bardi and Kain both comforted me while I recouped.

Broken EVERYTHING:

Our ATV wouldn’t start.  We bought it new and we simply couldn’t get it to turn over.

The dump cart I used for mucking the paddock and hauling out bales of hay or water bit the dust.  The welds wore out and the sliding door was bent out of shape.

Our ShelterLogic collapsed, taking with it a corral panel….both were completely bent in half.

Lucky To Be Alive:

One weekend Zac and I ventured to the store…roughly eight minutes away from our home.  We wanted to beat the incoming storm.  We were on our way home and the snow had begun but was a light dusting.  We played it safe and drove slow.  Approaching an intersection slowly (yet downhill) we failed to stop….we slid through, across the street and into a ditch.  We came within 2 feet of a telephone pole and miraculously no cars were approaching the intersection at the time.  Somehow we managed to pull forward and into a person’s driveway to get out.  At the next intersection, about 500 feet later, we learned that in our road departure the brake lines were severed.  Zac had to use the emergency brake to stop the car from rolling into a much busier road.  We made it home safely and had the car towed but we are very lucky.

Food poisoning:

We have been enjoying HelloFresh and I had been planning to write all about the amazing meals we’ve been cooking together as a couple.  Unfortunately one of the meals we made was no good.  We suspect the chicken was bad.  We had a very rough couple of days…BOTH of us were sick to our stomachs!  Thank goodness for two bathrooms.

This is food from Hello Fresh but NOT the meal that made us sick.

Heartbreak

Blade broke his leg catastrophically while playing in the upper field. What was a joyful afternoon full of love and happiness ended with an indescribable loss.  Friends, family, and neighbors all cried.  Tiger mourned.

The Blue Horseman

Tiger’s Tale

I lost my best friend in December, but not before enjoying him charge through the fresh knee-deep snow.   Blade and Tiger played joyfully together often before his death.

The Friends’ Final Frolics

Tiger has been healing well with the arrival of his new friend, Nahe.

And I am beginning the year with some amazing new swag thanks to Cheshire Horse and my loved ones!

The Silver Lining

NOW IT IS 2020

What’s next?

Most of what I accomplished last year came on a whim.  I didn’t have plans for it all and I can’t really say what exactly is to come for the year.

I plan to continue building jumps.

Continue hunter pacing.

I am hoping to ride at Equine Affaire and/or in a clinic.

Really focus on my weight because I deserve it and so does Tiger

Decide on what’s next for the family; Tiger will need a permanent sibling.

  WHAT TO EXPECT ON THE GREEN HORSEMAN

Since I’m getting to this recap and forecast a couple weeks late you may have already noticed something new on the site.

Introducing The Sunday Review.

EVERY OTHER SUNDAY I will be publishing a new review of a product I have purchased and used.  The review will populate in your regular feed but you can reach it through the menu up ^^top^^.

The first review of the year began with The Sunday Review – CAVALI CLUB SPECIAL.  The second review is scheduled for THIS COMING SUNDAY 01/19/2020.

So to look again at The Green Horseman’s weekly schedule!

SUNDAY

The Sunday Review

Every other Sunday

MONDAY

Fun Videos

Catch it on The GH Facebook page

You can also find the FB page to the right——>

TUESDAY

Take The Reins Tuesday

Also found only on The GH Facebook page

Features good reads from other blogs and websites

WEDNESDAY

Wordless Wednesday

A photo I have taken.  Sometimes the photo has a quote but otherwise, there are no words.

FRIDAY

Farm Friends Friday

Also found only on the GH Facebook page

Features a slideshow, a video, or some photos taken from the Green Horseman’s farm (or life in general).

SATURDAY

Nothing scheduled for Saturdays at this time

So stay tuned and buckle in.  Visit often and drop some comments.

  As always…THANK YOU SO MUCH for visiting, commenting, sharing, and your overall love and support.

  Past, Present, and Future So much has happened since December that I haven't had a chance to properly recap 2019 and lay out the plans for 2020.

#Blade #EnjoyLife #HappyNewYear #Horse #horselover #Horses #NewYear #RTomCat #TheGreenHorseman #Tiger #VaiVia #WarriorsBlade #YearinReview #ZenoBay

[3one3]

The Sequel - 800

Let Bartlett Be Bartlett

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Are you done yet?”

“No I just got on this one. Doesn’t he look handsome today? His coat is long enough to be shiny again.”  

“Yeah, he looks very nice. I like his pink bandages.”

“The washing machine has been broken for like three days. We had to break into the crazy polos. I think these are Stef’s. I had mustard yellow ones on Kimi this morning that I think I bought when I was 13 to use for my one and only combined training event. The most appealing thing about that for me was that I could use colorful equipment and be all matchy, so I got yellow polos and a yellow pad and a yellow and back helmet cover, like a jockey.”

“Why does he have the fur thing on his nose?”

“Nicky has sensitive skin and gets rubs very easily so we put a fuzzy barrier between him and leather wherever possible. With his jumping bridle the figure 8 noseband prevents him from opening and crossing his jaw, so there isn’t much movement going on and thus no rubbing. With the regular noseband he can move his jaw around a lot and thus get rubs, so we put the fuzzy on there for him.”

“Okay. How much longer are you going to be?”

“Twenty minutes and however long it takes me to get over the fact that this is the last time I get to ride here. You can go up to the house if you want, get out of the cold.”

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

“I’m okay.”

Juan offered Christina a smile- perhaps of encouragement, or in solidarity, or just to let her know he understood that her last day riding at her home in London was a significant thing for her- and then trudged up the walk to the barn, to leave her alone to take from that experience whatever she wanted. He was there that afternoon so that she wouldn’t be alone for the rest of the day. Lukas was already on his way to Germany to stay with his dad and nanny while she would be in Sweden, and she didn’t want to be by herself in the house all night thinking about how sad she was, and how scary it felt, to have to move on from that part of her life. But Juan probably would have been there anyway.

“Girl, we need to talk,” Natasha declared when her friend walked into the tack room to put her helmet away and chuck her paddock boots into her trunk so that they’d be among the first things to arrive at the new place. Her best girlfriend was there for her kids to have their last lesson with Stefanie.

“That sounds ominous,” Christina laughed, her eyes deliberately wide and shifty. It was really cold out, probably too much so to have ridden outside instead of in, but she’d worked up a sweat in the saddle with Nick, and was anxious to get a few layers off. She couldn’t see Natasha glaring at her while she unwound her moisture wicking wool scarf.

“Does Juan just live here now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he’s been here for the last week whenever he isn’t training or playing football,” the Belgian girl grunted. “He said he couldn’t go to dinner with us on Saturday after the match because he had plans with you, he was here with you when the kids came to ride on Sunday, he was here last night when I came to pick you up for girls’ night and he didn’t even leave then! Don’t think I didn’t see his car in the garage when you went in! What is going on with you two?” Her questioning was clearly indicative of some sense of wrongdoing. She wasn’t making jokes, or trying to collect gossip. Her tone was borderline accusatory, and Christina met the inquiry head on because she was afraid any show of uncertainty or plotting would betray her secret keeping.

“We’re trying to hang out a lot before I live in another country and can’t hang out anymore,” she shrugged, nonchalant. “Just like you and I going out for cocktails on a Monday night, and why me and him are going to our favorite tapas place in a little while. It’s my last chance to do all the stuff I’m used to doing.” Good pivot, the rider thought. Move it away from him and onto me. What is she so upset about anyway? Yesterday was the only day she even had available to do something with me and I’ve been asking her for a week because I knew I was running out of time.

“Hanging out or spending every minute together?”

“Hanging out. How are we spending every minute together if you literally saw him go up to the house instead of sitting here to watch me ride? Why do you even care?” Christina dropped the lid on her trunk and peeled off her two-layer North Face jacket so she could take off the sweater she had on underneath. Everything felt as damp and cold as her socked feet once she managed to get it over her head and was down to a waffle-knit long sleeve shirt. Her face felt increasingly hot though under the pressure of interrogation and the irritation evoked inside by the hypocrisy of her friend harassing her about spending time with another friend when she herself couldn’t make any room in her schedule to spend more with her. The girls had fun when they went out the night before, but it was undeniable that they’d grown apart recently. Christina thought one of the reasons was that she had to keep the nature of her relationship with Juan a secret from Natasha and that it was easier to avoid lying if she avoided talking to her much, but that the main reason for the distance was Natasha’s unavailability. Three kids made flexibility hard, and the expat was busy too and out of the country a lot. Still, she thought Natasha could have put more effort into making time for their friendship, especially in light of the ticking clock on them sharing a postal code.

“You know what happens to you and André when you get too close to Juan.”

“Oh please. Like you have any idea anymore about anything to do with me and anybody,” the sweaty equestrian snorted with a wry smile. “I was waiting for three months for you to give a crap about me and Schü and you could hardly be bothered. Now that we’re fine you’re going to try to make a problem so you can feel good about advising against it? Save it.”

“Why are you being so...brash?” Natasha appeared slightly hurt and seriously confused, but Christina wasn’t affected by the expression. Her aggravation over the full body of her best friend’s behavior since the summer was boiled up to the surface and no frown or wounded eyes would turn the heat off.

“Why are you being so pushy about something I told you is nothing?”

“Because I care about you and don’t want to see you sabotage yourself.”

“Yeah, because there’s no way I could possibly look after myself.”

“Chris-“

“Never mind. Forget it. I need to go collect the stuff from my office that isn’t going in boxes.”

With that less than ideal “goodbye” to the only person who really acted as her partner in crime throughout her entire stay in London, the rider headed for the door in her socks. She would have time in the morning before her flight to Gothenburg to have another walk around the stable and savor what could be her last time there. If she and André did decide to sell the property, there might not be any chance to even be there again, never mind ride there, or feel like it was hers. It was easier to put that off until morning, when it would just be Isandro there. The house movers were in charge of packing up and relocating her office and some parts of the tack room too, and she’d already put together a carton of files and binders to transfer separately, put all the random equipment and supplies back where they belonged in other parts of the barn, and set aside some stuff Isandro would need while the horses were still there. There was also a tote bag full of clothes and shoes that needed to go to the house. Christina took that and her box with her and declined to try to clear things up with Natasha.

Juan was unsurprisingly nestled cozily into her bed when she got home with the dogs. They really were scheduled to go out for Spanish food in the city, but not for a couple of hours. And Natasha really didn’t exaggerate about the amount of time he was spending there. In fact, she was probably underestimating it since she couldn’t know he was sleeping there most nights too. The player had basically been living in the Schürrle house since Saturday evening. He had a bag of clothes and personal items on the couch in the bedroom. He was helping to eat all the perishable food that would otherwise be thrown away by the movers. He was showering and shaving there. He was perfectly at home and it was neither surprising nor off putting that the lady of the house found him relaxing in bed and thinking about napping. The only negative thought she had while crossing between him and the TV to dump her barn clothes in the dressing room and change out of her riding outfit was that she was really going to miss sharing “home” with him. Juan was a wonderful housemate.

“Why so grumpy?” he asked after her, based no doubt on her stompy demeanor.

“Nat thought today of all days was a good time to start a fight,” she called back from the dressing room, where she immediately started pulling clothes off. I want to go get in the blanky with him for a little while before we get dinner. I’m so cold now that I’m not sweating, the seriously stressed out German international reflected. Sadness and melancholy about her move weren’t the only things getting to her even before the spat with Natasha. The pressure to get the necessary result in Sweden was mounting as that qualifying class drew nearer. It would be embarrassing for the reigning champion if she failed to qualify for the World Cup Final, particularly in an Olympic year. Packing up enough clothing and necessities for Lukas for his time with Dad until the moving truck would arrive with the rest of his belongings was stressful because Christina didn’t want him to end up missing something. Sometimes she forgot that Dortmund has stores and that André and Espen could just go buy him something if she forgot it. Sometimes she just worried that he was going to miss a specific toy and be sad without it. Then there was all the pre-packing and organizing she had to do around the rest of the house to make sure that when the movers came they were able to put things together in a sensible way and not end up with random books in the bedroom stuff or sneakers in the garage stuff. Juan helped with that. She had to pack for herself for the next week as well, including clothes for the horse show, clothes for Mallorca, and clothes for orchestrating the move-in in Germany, all of which had to go with her on the plane in the morning, or so she thought until Juan suggested she pack a separate bag for the beach that he could bring with him on Saturday. That idea was entertained for all of 5 minutes before she decided that it would just be even more complicated.

“A fight about what?”

“You. But really me. Because she thinks I can’t be trusted to make intelligent choices,” the rider huffed while replacing her sports bra with a black v-neck.

“What does that mean?” Juan asked from the other room. He’d muted the TV.

“It means she noticed I’m with you a lot lately and thinks I’m putting my marriage in jeopardy,” Christina replied on her way back in there. She walked purposefully to her bed, climbed in, and promptly curled up next to the player, claiming his left arm for herself in the process. “I’m only allowed to second guess myself. Other people aren’t supposed to do it,” she grumbled.

“I like your grandpa underpants.” The Spaniard smiled at her while she patted the comforter down on either side of her legs. It didn’t cover her butt.

“Plain white Calvin Klein bikini-cut underwear are not grandpa underpants.”

“To me all white underpants are grandpa underpants,” he sniggered, reaching over to lift the wide elastic from her hip and let it snap back into place. “I take it you don’t want to go eat yet.”

“Are you starving? I want to do nothing for a little bit.” Comfyyyyyy. How does he always make the perfect pillow stacks? They are just the right amount of sink-into-me and I-will-hold-you-up. For someone who can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, doing anything, he is so good at creating the best napping conditions.

“I’m not hungry at all yet. How was your ride, cariña? Nick is still doing okay?” Juan’s palm flattened across the white cotton and the white and black waistband at her hip, and then moved south over the side of her butt to settle at the top of her thigh while he revived the volume on the TV. The West Wing was on. His snuggle buddy perked right up when she realized.

“This is my favorite show! “You want to tempt the wrath of whatever from high atop the thing?” “No.” “Then go outside, turn around three times, and spit. What the hell is the matter with you?” Yissss.”

“How do you know which episode it is from hearing like a single line of dialogue? You missed the part you just said, by the way. The guy said it already.”

“Because I know every single line of dialogue. This episode is called Election Night, and the best part of it is that it’s the real beginning of Will Bailey being a permanent thing on the show. He got a dead guy elected in this episode.”

“Spoiler alert?” Juan asked plaintively, pretending to be way more interested in the show than his ex-girlfriend could expect. She turned her head to bite gently into his bicep.

“My ride was great,” she chirped defiantly after breaking off the tiny string of saliva trying to keep her lip attached to the footballer once she withdrew her mouth from his arm and went back to just cuddling with it. “Nicky Tater Tots probably could have gone to the show this week and been just fine, but I’m a big chicken and didn’t want to push it. Maybe I’ll take him to Omaha with me though. I know he does transatlantic flights well. I’m not sure if Socks has ever flown that far, and I’m not taking Monster Stomp that far away to jump indoors.”

“What about Rio Grande?”

“I only get to take two. The Final is weird when it’s in the US. They offer a warm up class that doesn’t count for anything and you can ride both horses in it, then they have the three classes that make up the Final, and a separate Grand Prix. That’s it. So it would be good for Nick because he only has to jump twice the whole week. That’s a nice easy way to bring him back.”

“So it’s definitely Dirk for the Final?”

All of Juan’s questions up to that point sounded like casual, conversational inquiries, or like small talk, essentially. His interest in her horse selections and the criteria she used for making them was likely minimal, and limited to wanting to give her an outlet to talk about things that mattered to her- things that happened in her life. Christina listened to anything he ever wanted to tell her about training whether she cared about it or not, because he obviously cared about it enough to bring it up, or have it on his mind. The question about Dirk rang more serious in her ears. It was almost a loaded question. They’d discussed it several times already. Dirk’s rider was conflicted. She believed he deserved a chance to add a World Cup title to his CV. She also believed sending him across the globe at the end of March and expecting him to perform well for her at the first Olympic trial in April might be foolish. He didn’t have to do the trial. Neither of them did, really, but she could go and use a different horse. The whole point of the trials is to give the team coaches a chance to start figuring out which horse and rider combinations they want to take to the Games. They don’t typically go in with the intention of choosing a rider and then letting that person select a horse. They pick pairs. Form would matter. One shining performance at a trial wouldn’t outweigh consistency of results obtained by each pair throughout the spring in other competitions like the Nations Cup qualifiers and even the Global Champions Tour. There were a couple of important German shows to worry about too. Christina wasn’t committed to a specific plan to balance getting Dirk the exposure he would need to guarantee himself a place in the team with preserving his energy levels and making sure he would be in peak condition to compete on it.

“I think so,” she mumbled into the Chelsea man’s t-shirt sleeve. It smelled nice. It smelled like a more concentrated version of the scent that had become faintly permanent in her bed.

“I’ve said before, I think you should take him because it means something to you to compete with him. If you don’t care as much with one of the other horses then there’s no point, and you don’t ride as well anyway. It’s more fun to take your favorite horse, sí?” He’d been lobbying for the black Holsteiner all along.

“Sí.”

“I didn’t see him in the barn this afternoon. Is he in Sweden?”

“Yes, but I’m jumping Riri in the qualifier. He’s so good in that arena.”

“Do I get to see you with Dirk then or no?”

“Yeah in the accumulator on Saturday night.”

“Good.” Juan patted her thigh with the minimal autonomy granted to him over his own arm, and yawned loudly and expressively.

“Were you trying to nap?”

“Mhm.”

“I could do with a nap.”

“Can you do with missing the rest of The West Wing?”

“Spoiler alert: Bartlett gets re-elected.”

“And here I thought the other seasons were about the dead guy elected in California.”

“Set an alarm for 6. If I nap for more than an hour I’ll be up really late and cranky tomorrow and tomorrow isn’t a good day for cranky.”

“Why don’t you set an alarm?”

“Because your phone is sitting on you right there and mine is two whole feet away on the table.”

The Spaniard set the alarm as requested, and Christina switched over onto her left side, moved down the pillow stack a little so she was flatter, and heaved a moderately sized sigh of comfort and contentedness, ready for a spot of rest. He preferred to do his napping on his back, and to stay more upright. An interrogation on that once revealed that his nap position preferences were all about not getting too comfortable. He claimed it was harder to wake up if he got all settled the way he would to sleep for the night. There was a butt in so-called grandpa underpants pushed up against his side, and he rested his hand on it once the owner was settled, the phone was relocated, and the TV volume turned down.

André was thinking about calling his wife, and unknowingly ruining her nap just minutes in. Espen told him she already let Christina know that she and Lukas arrived just fine in Dortmund and were in the apartment with toys and Thomas Müller the goldfish, who was bagged and shipped overnight in a Styrofoam box inside cardboard. He arrived just fine too. His bowl was set up in the baby’s room and he was having his first meal in three days. Christina’s fish shipping Internet research indicated that it was necessary to starve him for two days before his journey, and she couldn’t believe it was a good idea to add the stress of hunger to the stress of being in a bag, two boxes, a truck, an airplane, and another truck. He was okay though. André wanted to call and tell her, again, that everyone was fine. He was feeling anxious and a little nervous about the beginning of the big move process. The very first part of it went okay, that was reassuring, and he wanted to sort of brag about it to reassure his girl too.

He also had fun at training that day, and he wanted to share that as well. His mood was good even before he got home and got to see his little boy. Christina was virtually unreachable to him all day. In the morning she was busy trying to get the kid and the baby packed and delivered to the airport. At lunch she was riding. He texted a little after that too and she wrote back that she was on the phone for work and would talk to him later. It was no secret that it was a difficult time for her, and that she had a lot to do, either out of necessity or because she convinced herself there was more to take care of than there really was. Sometimes she got like that. Stress could lead to her making more work for herself, either to keep busy and distracted or to feel like she was doing something. André didn’t want to bother her, or be a nuisance. He didn’t want her to snap at him and say that she was busy enough without him calling her every 10 minutes. As a compromise between his attention seeking and fear of being annoying, he sent her a text. And was careful not to refer to her Tuesday as her “last” day.

“Hey pretty girl I hope your day is going good. Mine is great :))) I might take Mausi out for soup before Champions League. Call us!” she read about 15 seconds after his former Blues teammate silenced the most annoying alarm sound in the iPhone arsenal. They are so cute with their sou-

“I don’t want to get up now,” Juan complained while matching his front to her back. He hugged her waist, and nuzzled his way to her neck. His scratchy face tickled her skin for a second before he kissed her neck absently, like a habit. Habit wasn’t an entirely legitimate excuse, but it wasn’t farfetched either. The two friends weren’t having sex every night they stayed together, or hooking up in the morning, or ignoring their phones for 30 minutes in the afternoon to be naughty. They weren’t even overly affectionate the whole time, or making out whenever convenient. That was what the rider kept reminding herself in quiet moments in front of an actual mirror, when she was compelled to check with her conscience and make sure she wasn’t breaking any of the rules or guidelines she set out for her relationship with the Spanish midfielder. That assessment and the consequential conclusion that everything was just fine was sort of on a sloped plane though. Affectionate moments and gestures were on the rise. They were becoming possessive too. They were happening more and more without consideration. They were natural, and the increase went unnoticed.

“What time do we have to leave to be at the restaurant for kickoff?” Christina let go of her phone in favor of putting her arm over the one around her middle, and wedging her fingers into the hand on the end of it.

“I forgot you want to see the matches. We have to go to the London Bridge Brindisa then. I don’t think they have TV’s in South Kensington.” Juan yawned twice in the middle of his response.

“I’m not married to the Champions League. Neither game is must-see. Unless they are?”

“Not for me, cariña.”

“I don’t know if I even feel like tapas anymore...”

“I don’t mind not driving into the city and back.”

“I’m sure Spanish food exists in Dortmund, right?”

“It’s a 90-minute flight. Come home when you get the craving.”

“Come home, eh?” The tortilla enthusiast wiggled halfway onto her back so she could see her regular tapas date, and smiled up at his sleepy blue eyes. “When I have Spanish cravings?”

“Yes. I think you’re having stay-in-the-blanket cravings right now like me.”

Christina admitted to harboring that kind of craving, but pointed out that if they wanted to eat they would have to get up eventually and either go get something or settle for delivery food. She also reminded him about the whole staying up late and ending up cranky thing, and that she needed to take a shower. A deal was struck. Juan got to stay in the blanket and she got in the shower, and once her hair was clean and dry they would go to the pub in town to get quick dinner and maybe watch some of the football. He bragged that he was getting off cheap with the change of venue since he was supposed to pay.

The nutrition and fitness conscious equestrian had a good racket going. To prove her theory that Juan would actually be more healthy and feel even better physically if they lived together and she were cooking for him all the time, she’d been preparing or choosing nearly all his meals for 4 or 5 days and grilling him on the results. At first the deal was silly. The Chelsea man was obligated to pay for dinner if he scored a goal on Saturday “as a result” of her diet. He scored a goal and assisted Diego for another, and had to pay up. Then he had to admit on Sunday afternoon that his recovery session was easier and felt better than normal, and had to buy the groceries to go with the ingredients Christina wanted to use up from her refrigerator. On Monday he reported an exceptionally good feeling in training, but she went out with Natasha and he had food to eat at her house and thus he owed her another dinner payment that was supposed to be made at her favorite tapas spot. That would have been much more expensive than the local family pub. The rider wasn’t sure if he was being honest about the great results of having her healthy breakfasts and letting her pack snacks for him or if he was just playing along because it made her happy. It was enjoyable for her either way. Being away from André left a deficit in her opportunities to take good care of someone other than Lukas. She really missed the rewarding feeling of being thoughtful for someone else.

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