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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 months

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Paradise Undone |2 | S. McGarrett

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Emily bade her oldest brother goodbye and made him promise to be careful before she slipped out of the office and waited in the hallway until Steve followed her and pulled her into the stairwell. His mouth covered hers desperate like he had the last night they had in Japan. "Steve, I'm so sorry about your dad." She mumbled against his mouth, "I tried to get out of my shift to go but McCormick wouldn't let me leave." Sara McCormick was her superior officer and hated Emily and how quick she was on her feet and the smart-ass attitude she had when she knew she was right.

Which was a lot of the time and they both knew it.

He shook his head as if he were waving her statement.

He didn't want to see her in a moment of weakness. She only knew him as a strong leader and that's what she needed to keep picturing him as. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Not around me." Not wanting to talk about it, he pressed a bruising kiss on her mouth. The vibrating of her phone pulled them apart and she muttered a curse. She pulled it out of her scrub pocket and groaned when she saw the message, "Sorry, I got to go back to base." "Come over later.' It wasn't a question, it was an order. "Of course." She returned with a smirk as he bent his head to kiss her again. "Go, we don't need Sara punishing you for being late again." She pressed another kiss to his mouth again before going down the stairs.

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Emily was still tingling when she walked into the hospital. She knew that Steve had been back in Hawaii for the funeral but she didn't realize he had stayed. Of course he had, he wasn't going to rest until the man who killed his father was caught. But what surprised her the most was him working with her ultra stuffy serious older brother.

"You good Williams?" McCormick asked as she came around the counter and placed her phone down on the desk.

"I am fine, my brother just got hurt and I went to double-check his injury." She answered.

The older woman gave her a look, 'It's not that. You saw McGarrett."

Emily pursed her lips together and picked up the files that were on the desk to go through. "McGarrett? As in Commander McGarrett? The man you almost got court-martialed for?" Jane, one of the the other nurses who had been with them for a long time asked as she joined them.

"That would be the one." The lead nurse returned a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, knowing that she would be getting under Emily's skin.

"His father died, he is on the Island." The blonde said shortly as she started flipping through the files. "Did you see him?"

"Yes, he is my brother's new partner." The former New Yorker finally spat, knowing that she wouldn't be able to keep it from them forever "And no we don't need to talk about it. It's not any of your business."

"It may not be our business now Sargent but when he breaks your heart it will be." Sarah commented as the girl tapped her finger against the files, "And you know he will, he loves Catherine Rollins just as much as he loves you."

"Let me make one thing completely clear ma'am. Steve McGarrett doesn'tnor will he everlove me. I am just a piece of ass for him." She snapped, "That's it. Excuse me."

"Commander McGarrett? Can I help you with something?" Sarah asked as the Commander came onto the floor where they were working just before quitting time. "Where is Williams?" He asked they had brought him in after the whole incident with Victor Hesse and he knew that Emily was there. "Locker room." The redhead tilted her head down the hall to the room.

"Thanks." He answered tensely before he walked down the hall and peeked into the locker room.

The blonde was standing at her locker standing with her back to him, her eyes on her phone. "Hey, you.' He greeted causing her to spin and look at him dropping her phone with a thud onto the floor.

"Steve! What happened?"

"Caught Victor Hesse."

'Victor Hesse? The bastard that you have chased all over the world for 5 years?" Emily questioned as she stood up on her tiptoes to look at the cut and butterfly bandages on his cheek. Not that she didn't trust the nurses downstairs, she did but it always made her feel better if she could double-check their work.

Steve nodded as his free hand caught a hold of her waist and pulled her into him. "He killed my father." The blonde hissed and shook her head, she knew all about Victor Hesse and his brother Anton, she had even been on a task with him and other SEALs trying to hunt them down before she got injured. "Is he dead?" The commander was quiet as his fingers dipped under the material of her scrub down to trace a pattern across the skin of her lower back.

"Steve? Is he dead?" She repeated, cupping his cheeks in her hands, her thumb rubbing against the non-bruised cheekbone.

"Yes." He answered after taking a deep calming breath, he made the right choice of asking to be taken to the hospital on base so he could see Emily afterward, she offered a different sort of comfort than Catherine did.

She offered not only the physical aspect of everything but the emotional side of things, it oddly felt like she was the one that completed him. But he wasn't ready to go to that step yet.

"Can you give me a ride back to the palace? I need to check on your brother and the others" He finally said, pulling away to look at her.

"Of course." She returned pulling away from him fully to gather her belongings.

"Have you seen the hell hole that he has your niece going into it?" "Yes. I tried to tell him we could get a place together that wasn't as bad but he refused, he doesn't want help." Emily had fought with her brother about it, wanting to get off of the base and away from most of the girls in her unit. But Danny stayed stubborn and didn't listen to her or their mother. "What are you thinking?" The Commander smirked, he had to give it to her, she caught on very easily and was usually right there with his plans.

The exact opposite of her brother.

At first, Emily wanted to stay behind in her car and let Steve go in and check on her brother and the rest of the team but he insisted that she come in and meet the other two members of the team and he thought that the gift card to the hotel would sound better coming from both of them compared to just him. Instantly, the natural shyness that she had came forth and she grabbed onto Steve's good arm, her blue eyes going from the men working on setting up stuff to the glass office.

"Emily!" Danny's voice exclaimed from his office, "You won't be what he did this time." "What else did you do to my brother?" She asked looking up at the Commander and then at her brother who looked more upset than he had earlier that day. 'He drove a police cruiser onto a freighter boat." "You did what?" She shouldn't have been surprised but she was, Steve was known to do stuff like that especially if he thought it would get their mission completed. Danny nodded smirking, this was a good way to get her to stop seeing him, "He drove a car onto a moving boat with me in it.' Chewing on the inside of her bottom lip thoughtfully before giggling, "Yeah that's pretty on track with him.' "Em, I don't want you seeing him anymore." He ordered causing her to laugh even more before turning back to the two other people in the bullpen. 'Yeah, I don't think that is going to happen." Steve chuckled if she didn't listen to her mother what made Danny think she would listen to him

#ash writes #oc: emily williams #series: paradise undone #hawaii five o fan fiction #hawaii five o imagines #steve mcgarrett fan fiction #steve mcgarrett imagine

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will-york · 2 months

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Legacy Part 1 || Self-Para

"Mr. York? We're ready for you."

Will jumped up from where he had been looking through an already three months old edition of People magazine. He smiled at the woman and followed her back into the offices, feeling both too tall and too short as he took a seat in front of a desk. He kept adjusted his baseball cap, wondering if he looked as old as he felt sitting there.

"We're so grateful for your interest and that you were able to make it beyond our initial round. We just wanted to go over what we would need before we were to go any further in this process."

The doctor started to hand him paperwork, detailing what they'd need. A background check and full transparency about his and his family's medical history. He felt his heart sink as he thought about it. Yet he still nodded along, answered all the questions, smiled at the right parts and shook her hand as he told her he'd try to have all of the information to her as soon as possible. He didn't bother to tell her about the obstacle, about the fact that he was adopted. He didn't want to see the shift in her body language or her expression. She had been so upbeat with him, Will just wanted to hold onto that and believe it was true.

He rolled the windows down as he left the parking lot, the early signs of evening giving him comfort as he drove back towards Tonopah Valley. He thought about driving in the opposite direction, maybe spending a couple of days in Vegas to get his head straight. But he knew this would only weigh on him. And if he didn't talk to his father's about it now, he wouldn't have the courage to later. So instead he turned on the playlist that Logan had made for him and tried to drown out his own thoughts as he drove the familiar roads and thought about a future for himself that seemed so out of reach.

His father's were of course together in the kitchen when he got there, getting things together for dinner. He smiled to himself as he watched them for a moment. Always so in sync. He wondered how their conversations had gone before they found him. How they had decided together that they were ready for kids. How they had found the love in themselves to love him. It was evident when they turned and noticed him and both of their faces lit up.

"Well don't just stand there, William, come give these old men some help."

Percy scoffed, "Old men where?"

"I only see a bunch of young men here," Will added as he kissed them both on their cheeks. "But uh before I help there's just..there's something I really need to talk to you both about."

It was clear he was nervous and Simon put down what he was doing to put his hands on Will's arms. "Of course, of course. Are you okay? Please tell me something else hasn't happened with the MC. Because I am ready to throw hands if needed."

Will laughed and shook his head. "No, no it's nothing like that. It's me, it's um," he paused and cleared his throat. "It's about me." He hesitated before handing them the paperwork he had just received.

"William..." they booth took a moment to look at it, Percy making sure to grab both of their glasses so they could look together. "We had no idea you wanted to be a father."

"Well I mean, I do and I don't, it's just..it's just donating sperm, you know? It's not like I'm gonna know the kids unless they wanna know me but I-I've been thinking a lot lately. For a long time actually. And then when everything with Landon and watching my friends have such...shitty parents, I kind of thought, well maybe I can help someone who really wants kids have what they need, you know? Especially if it's a queer couple because I mean look what you guys have done for me."

It made them all get a little teary eyed but Will pressed on as he pointed at the pages that concerend him the most. "But I can't do it if they don't know the truth about my family medical history. A-and I know that we don't talk about it a lot. I know I said when I was younger that I didn't care but," he cleared his throat again and shifted his footing. "I think it's time I know more about my birth parents. M-my birth mom in particular," he said, afraid that speaking it out loud would suddenly shatter some unspoken bubble they had kept intact.

Simon and Percy both looked at each other, at the papers and then at Will before they shared a smile and both reached out to place their hands on Will's arms. "Well, we'd say it's about damn time, honey."

Will felt the weight leave his shoulders and he laughed before his eyes were teary again. "R-really? You guys aren't mad? I mean, it's been so long. I don't know if we could even find them. But I figure we could try."

Percy spoke first and reached up to brush some of Will's hair from his face. "We have always felt that we would do it on your timeline. There's never been any rush and we never wanted to pressure you. It's your choice. You're our boy no matter what. But that doesn't mean we wouldn't want you to know the truth. And that doesn't mean we can't help you find out what's going on."

Simon cut in then and gave Will's arm a squeeze. "We do know more than we let on. Meaning it won't be as hard to find them as you would think, at least her." The two fathers shared a look again, as if they were letting Will in on a whole new secret. "She was very clear about keeping her distance but that doesn't mean we didn't have any contact. We were just waiting for you to be ready."

This information hit him like a wave. To know that not only was his mother out there but that she had been in contact with the two of them. That she knew where he was caused a wave of conflicted emotions to run through him. But his father's were looking at him with such clear intention and love that it was hard to even get upset.

So instead he took a deep breath and opened his arms up for a family hug. "I'm ready," he told them as they wrapped him up and they all finally let their tears fall.

#sp #self para #legacy #just a lil smthn #also proofread? i dont know her!

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anonymousredactedconfessions · 8 months

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Alexis stannies can eat shit. "We don't know her side of the story! Why are you blaming the woman??? It's so sexist to immediately hate her because you only know Sam's side and he was known to be problematic before Erik retconned his story! Blah blah blah."

No. Stop. Back the fuck up right now. You are being sexist towards Sam. You are Victim blaming and trying to make us have sympathy for the guilty party. Cause newsflash Besties!!!

Alexis was given her day in "Court" to defend her actions and explain what happened to WILLIAM!! And even after all of that guess what? He judged her actions deplorable and said she was guilty. SO HE INVOKED HER!

Vincent and William tell us about Invoking and how it's never to be used lightly. She was his first Progeny!! She was the spoiled Solaire princess. Vincent may have been the "Golden Child" but William overlooked a lot of the deplorable bullshit Alexis did until she refused to listen to the person she was obsessed with (It was never love) and respect his decision to try and save himself. She refused to listen to his pleas to let him try and then when she started telling him she was going to save him by turning him. HE FLAT OUT REFUSED AND BEGGED HER NOT TO DO IT! He tried to fight her off of him but she took his freewill and tranced him so he was helpless all the while she was telling him that this was for his own good and she loved him. She could save him. They could be together.

William wouldn't have Invoked her if he believed for one second the legitimacy of her words. You can try and claim he did the same with his Turning of Vincent.. But the difference is that Vincent didn't say "No" he didn't tell William to "Stop". Yes he was upset and bitter/angry after being turned but he was unempowerued and had no idea of what the magical world was. Even Vincent himself said that what Alexis did was "Fucked up". This coming from someone who was technically turned without Knowledge or Consent said the reasoning and way Sam was turned was wrong!!!

Stop trying to portray her as some misunderstood Hero who was "Acting in the way she thought was right in a moment of panic and pain." No. She wasn't the one with half a fuckin door in her chest. She was already healing and saw it as an opportunity to make Sam stay with her after he had just broken things off with her. If she REALLY loved him she would have tried to speak with him after she was Invoked by William. He never forbid her from being near Sam or from speaking to him. He simply took her ability to control him away. And once she lost that she gave up completely. Not even an apology.

I hope Darlin rips a chunk out of her during the Summit. Not wishing death on her mind you. But Vamps seem to understand the Blood for Blood reasoning pretty damn well.

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #confessions #🩶

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ha1taniwh0re · 1 year

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Hey sorry if I didn't explain very well it's one of my first requests ^^.

I was imagining something set in singapore i love your writing so anything goes :)

Feel free to handle it however you want <3

First thank you for reading my works and loving them, also thank you for trusting me to write whatever I want for your request TwT

Also send me how you like it<3

Pirate Lady Feng

"You thought that because she is a woman we wouldn't expect anything dangerous?"

"Well if you insist.." Barbossa said

Elizabeth started taking her cape off and took out all weapons she had. I was very impressed to see all the weapons she had. When she wanted to go in, Tai Huang stopped her and asked her to remove her pants. What an asshole.

"You don't have to remove it, Elizabeth Swann" I said and came to them.

Tai Huang looked at me with scared eyes and I looked at him with serious eyes. The other two pirates looked at me questionable.

"And who are you??" Barbossa asked.

"Just follow me"

I walked them down to where Sao Feng was. I stood aside as they came near Sao Feng.

"Captain Barbossa welcome to the Singapore"

They bowed to him.

"I spouse that you want something from me??"

"Im going on adventure but I need a ship and a crew"

"What a coincidence..."

"Is it because you have a ship and a crew you don't need??" Elizabeth asked.

"Nooo, a thief tried to steal my uncle's maps who can get you to Davy Jones's Locker"

They were only looking at him and he looked at them, I showed our people to show the thief. They pulled him out of water.

"This is a thief, do you recognise him?"

These two nodded as no and Sao Feng took out his weapon.

"Than I can kill him"

As he wanted to kill him I took his hand.

"You can't kill a boy"

Everyone were looking at me scared. Sao Feng looked at me and put his weapon away. He took my hand and we got away from a boy. Elizabeth, Barbossa and William were really confused now.

"Who are you??" William asked.

I looked at him and smiled.

"My name is (name) Feng, Sao Feng's wife".

"Since when you have a wife???" Barbossa asked.

"(name) and I got married two years ago. She was my servant. One day Tai Huang came to me saying about this scary maid and when I met her I knew that she will be my wife". Sao Feng said.

"Take off that shit from the boy, he is our guest not enemy". I said

They let William go and he stand next to his girlfriend and his captain.

"You can have a ship and a crew but I want girl to stay" I said.

"What no!!!" William said.

"And why do you want that??" Barbossa asked.

"Because than I know you can't betray us"

"You are giving us your people, they wouldn't betray you" Elizabeth said

"If you have bigger offer they will. They are pirates love not noble people"

Elizabeth looked at Barbossa and William and came to me.

"We have a deal" she said.

I gave them the map and people.

"Go save Jack, so my husband can put him back there once you finish with him"

Sao Feng kissed my hand and we went to our home with Elizabeth. Our maids showed her where she will sleep and we went to our room. Sao Feng kissed me the moment we went inside of the room. He was feeling free now. I went to change to my night clothes and when I finised I found Sao Feng in bed waiting for me. I layed next to him and we were cuddling.

"You are my brain, my love"

"I know, you have stupid ideas all the time" I chuckled.

He kissed me and we went to sleep.

#potc 3 #potc fandom #potc fic #potc x reader #potc fanfiction #potc #pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the caribbean #sao feng #sao feng x reader #captain jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow x reader #william turner x reader #william turner #elizabeth swann x reader

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buffysummers · 11 months

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Can you elaborate more on what you said about Spike's misogyny stemming from his mommy issues? Thanks if you do!

Hi! Sure.

So, in the episode "Lies My Parents Told Me," we learn that after William was turned into a vampire by Drusilla, he wanted to also turn his mother into a vampire because she was sick. He wanted to travel the world with her and Drusilla, much to Drusilla's chagrin.

In that same episode, we learn that he was VERY close with his mother. He read her his poetry, discussed his love life. There were definitely aspects of their dynamic that Freud would have MUCH to say about, and that was very intentional, considering what happens after he bites her and turns her into a vampire.

Once she is turned, she becomes very cruel. She mocks him for being weak, mocks his poetry, and even suggests that he has always wanted her sexually. You can read this as her "rejecting" him. We know that women often laughed at his poetry (see: 5.07), and now the one woman he thought truly loved and admired him seems to feel the same way, but I digress. This is another instance where the vampire's bite is meant to be perceived as something inherently sexual. Her words traumatize and horrify William, and he stakes her.

I believe this is where his hatred for women begins, although there was always an element of entitlement to him that seemed to be instilled in all men at the time. (It was 1800s England, after all.)

But what is REALLY telling about this is that the song "Early One Morning," a song his mother used to sing to him, is weaponized by The First to trigger Spike into becoming a violent, women killing monster, despite the pain from his chip. After Giles' spell, Spike is able to relive that traumatic moment with his mother. It would seem that Spike always felt that it was really his mother saying those things to him, that she really felt that way about him. This shattered his perception of her and their relationship that was obviously very important to him. He spent over a 100 years living with that trauma, and it is clear that he never got over it, or else it wouldn't be his trigger.

After confronting Wood (who is also reeling from the loss of his mother, who Spike murdered years ago), Spike realizes it was the DEMON saying those things to him, and that his mother actually did love him.

It's also important to note that Spike is one of Joss' self-inserts, and Joss himself had a very complex relationship with his mother. I also do believe that a lot of men who ARE raging misogynists tend to have some longstanding mommy issues, and Spike is a great example of this, for the reasons mentioned above.

#hope this answered your question!#anonymous #answered

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iaminalotoffandoms13 · 2 days

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"I never loved you, I simply accepted the love that you gave me." An Aged up Liam fanfic (+angst & hurt/no comfort)

(Some random fic I made from a quote I saw)

Tw: suicide

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A gnawing feeling has been slowly eating him for years, and this time it has gotten stronger. William Travers, will be telling his wife for 10 years the truth. The truth that he always kept from everyone but himself, although he couldn't bear the feeling of lying to her as this relationship is slowly hurting him as well. He eyes his wife who's currently cutting her food into small pieces, he have brought her to a fancy dinner so they could talk about this matter calmly, although Liam was sure that she didn't have the same idea on her mind and thought this was another one of their dates. He remembers all of it, from the first to the last one before he's gonna tell her the truth, all of those flowers, fancy dinner, dancing, kissing. She felt wonderful and at blissed! Truly feels loved and Liam has only been hoping that he would have those feelings his wife had for 10 years. Guilt consumes him slowly, it's not like he doesn't deserve that guilt consuming him everyday. He has commit a crime to a human's heart, that is only accepting a love without actually feeling it.

"What's on your mind?"

His wife asks with a concern look. He does not deserve those loving and concern stares from her when he never truly return the stares genuinely and return it with dread feeling his stomach with hatred and condemn.

"####, you are aware that we have been married for 10 years right?"

The wife smiles remembering the day of the wedding warmly. Oh Liam wish he could have remember one of the days that gave great impact on his life with love as well, although it seems like he's incapable for that as well.

"Yes, I do. I can't believe we've gotten this far. We have a nice family of our own now, I couldn't ask for anything more."

The woman said, grateful for the life she had.

"Of course, it can get stressful sometimes but you and Lucy have given me one of the best moments of my life."

...

Liam stares at his wife, no love on his eyes and it was a returned once again by a loving ons

"Although I hope Courtney remembers a out the allergies list I gave her, I wouldn't want her to get-"

"I'm sorry."

This was it.

"Huh? Sorry for what?"

His wife said in confusion. Liam tug his sleeves a bit, an old habit that he does when he's nervous. How can he revealed to her about the lies of the marriage. The lies that have made a family. He wonders if he could wait a bit longer to see, if perhaps a miracle could give him the feelings that he have forever crave, but he knows it wouldn't.

"This... this marriage was a lie."

"... Liam, I'm confused. Did you perhaps drink too much?"

He lets out a bitter chuckle.

"No, no. #### I... I never loved you... I simply accepted the love that you gave me.."

The truth that he have kept from everyone for 10 years is finally out to the person he kept from the most.

"What? What are you talking about?"

His wife asks dreadfully as if she have some speculations that Liam have admit. Perhaps she does have a clue on what he's truly feeling, as he never return her love with the same passion, although Liam guessed that she always brushed it away.

"I... I do love you, ####, but... never that way... I ... Just wanted to feel like I'm capable of loving."

His wife stares at him and Liam couldn't tell what was the emotion from that eyes that stare the great big truth currently.

"Since forever I've been nagged about how nice romance is and I've never have that feeling which scared me deeply. So when you told me you love me, I mainly sees it as a way to prove I could love too."

As Liam looks back to his wife, he saw she was crying.

"I'm sorry."

His wife got up and left immediately to their car, Liam soon followed him after paying for the dinner. For a couple of days, they didn't talk to each other and Liam just slept on the couch outside to give his wife some space. One day, he got back from work.

"Dad!"

His 7 year old daughter runs to him when he enters the house.

"Yes sweetie? How's your day?"

"It's alright, but mommy didn't come out from the bathroom since afternoon! I think she's sick!"

"She didn't? Alright I'll check."

Liam felt a gnawing feeling on his stomach again. He tries to open the door but it was locked of course, he tried knocking but there wasn't an answer. He complements for a bit and he grabbed a key, he slowly opens the door.

His wife, was laying there with foams on her mouth and a bottle of pills to her hand.

Liam stared, at the consequences and proof of his truth, with shock and a heavy guilt. He quickly rushes to his wife, as he tried to check for a pulse. No, she have been dead for hours already.

"No no no, I'm so sorry, Carrie! I'm so so sorry!"

He cried although there wasn't an answer. His daughter looks at the body, the figment of her love that Liam never return and took for granted, now laid upon the bathroom's tiles with confusion and fear.

"W-what's happening?! Why is there bubbles on her mouth!"

This was his punishment. The truth has killed his wife, it have killed the mother of his daughter he greatly loves and he condemns it. He condemns the truth. He hated it and swore to never let it out ever again.

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Hi! Can you guys give some tips to write a story better?

#tmf liam #liam tmf #tmf #the music freaks #the music freaks headcanons #angst #hurt/angst #the music freaks fanfic #aroace hc #Cupioromantic

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winniearcherb · 6 months

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WINDSOR ARCHER BROWNING

43. VETERINARIAN. WIFE. MOTHER

face claim: jennifer morrison full name: windsor archer browning nickname(s) / goes by: winnie, win, windy. pronouns & gender: she/her, cis woman sexuality: heterosexual birth date: may 26th, 1980 birth place: Nashville, TN. arrival to merrock: 2002 (after college) housing: The Coast and Pier occupation: stay at home mom + part time large animal vet work place: Merrock Countryside family: theo browning (husband) + 2 children relationship status: married

triggering / sensitive content: affair tw

Windsor Archer is the daughter of big investment banker, William James Archer, from Nashville. She’s the daughter of an affair he had with his secretary when he was 35, and when her mother realized he wasn’t going to marry her after having his daughter because it’s not what he wanted, she left Windsor with him and never came back. It didn’t mean William never loved Winnie any less.

William worked a lot, which in turn had Winnie raised by lots of maids and staff, but he still loved his daughter very much and everything he did, he did to give her the best life possible. He spent every second of the weekend with her, playing outside, going to her horse riding competitions and watching Disney movies together. With her dad being outside of the house until the very late hours of the night, Windsor turned to after school activities to keep herself interested. She’s always been very interested in animals and loved them as a child, keeping all sorts random pets at home and taking the stray ones she found on the street to the shelter. She’s always had a special bond with animals that couldn’t be explained, from the horses she rode and jumped on since she was old enough to hold onto reins, to the dogs and cats that came into her house uninvited and found a new home.

Windsor worked her fingers to the bone to get into college -not that her dad couldn’t have waved one finger and gotten her into any finance program she wished, but she wanted to make it by herself-, and she sent out tens of application letters. So when the letter came from Florida telling her that the University of Florida program of Veterinary Medicine would be delighted to have her, she couldn’t have jumped high enough. Moving to Florida was going to be a big jump in her life, she loved her dad and wanted nothing more than to be with him, but this was a change she wanted to do. Move away from the nest, create a life for herself. She was gonna miss her dad, he was her best friend, but this was her lifelong dream. A chance to study the every animal in the world? Hell yeah.

Moving to Florida was such breath of fresh air. Her father visited at least once a month whenever he could, and Winnie lived for those moments with him, but she’d definitely found herself and had broken out of her shell of being a little girl, transforming herself into a young woman.

While in Florida, one night at a bar, she met Theo. He looked like the guy every girl wanted to date, and she couldn’t be bothered at first to fight through the competition, figuring he could be a good friend and just that. He was so interesting, working towards becoming a firefighter, he had great morals and values, and wasn't bad looking either. She would've been happy with being just friends for longer, but one night, but after a few drinks and an even longer conversation, it clicked on her. She was in love with him. And nothing else, nobody else, would do. They lived together in Florida while they were both in college, and after they were done with their degrees, Theo wanted to return to Merrock. Winnie’s dad would’ve loved if she'd returned to Nashville, he’d already lined up a residency at a racetrack there, but Windsor wouldn't spend a day without Theo, so she said no. She would return to Merrock with him, and do her residence at the big animal hospital in Maine thirty minutes away.

After she was done with residency, she started working at Harmony Ranch as their on-call veterinarian for five years, but that all stopped about when she got pregnant with Riley, and soon after him, Lily came along. With two kids, and Theo always out of the house with his job and training, she realized that working a high demand job wasn’t really in the cards for her, so she hung up her coat and dedicated herself to being a mom to her two children and all their pets. Now that the kids are older, she’s picking the old habit back up, offering to do emergency or last minute calls at the ranch or the animal sanctuary for no pay at all, only to be in contact with the animals and make sure she hasn’t lost her touch with healing. Both from Theo’s side of the family and her dad setting up a generous trust fund he still feeds daily for his grandkids, Winnie wouldn’t have to work if she didn’t want to.

Aside from being a mom, Windsor likes painting, still enjoys horseback riding whenever she an, going to her kids soccer games and spending time with her family.

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--Edith stood in front of the mirror, she looked so much like her, the natural color of her hair was beginning to grow past her shoulders, but the brown.

--It was a muddy ugly color at this point, but it was still brown, brown like her mother's- no, like Linda's hair. She hated how she still called that woman her mother. Especially know that she truly felt like her father was William now.

--Hated her scars that she couldn't bear to part, memories of her, the good and the bad. Mostly the good, a lot of memories were taken from her.

--She sighed, started to look for something, she felt like she was going to regret it. She really did but if it gave her a moment of relief, a moment to breathe, to not look like her.

--Edith found the scissors, the blades sharp, rarely used at all. She reached and gripped a clump of her hair and hacked off the dyed hair. The snips of the scissors made shivers go down her spine.

--Soon the floor was covered with the hair she cut off. A hand gripped the scissors as the other one gripped the edge of the sink.

--Edith stood in front of the mirror, she looked different, she didn't see her mother, she didn't see her old self, she saw her. She saw Edith-Solaire.

--And a smile started to appear as tears began to fall down her face, her shoulders racked with laughter, she felt more free than ever.

--She wiped the tears away as she laughed ever so happily, she looked so happy. So relieved, she let out a light sigh and began to clean up.

--She hummed and hummed, she didn't mind nor care at all (For the first time in what felt like eons.) how her mind kept screaming that she did something wrong, or 'sinful', she knew she wasn't.

--That or she didn't care, no longer cared. She had a father, a father that loved her fiercely, and made her feel so safe and welcomed. A uncle too, who she loved spending time with.

--Loved running with him in the woods, as a human at least, especially in the moonlight and when it was raining. She dumped the cutted clumps of her hair and plopped them into a trash can.

--"Done. I am done." She spoke to herself, she walked into her room and flopped down on her bed. She felt so exhausted yet she was full of energy.

--She is letting go, letting go of her past, even if it was small step (She new Cam would say it was a huge achievement). She is learning to finally to no longer love Linda like she used to.

--And she was getting used to calling William her Dad, maybe, Edith can finally start loving him fully instead of her.

--She felt her heart beat faster, she felt her smile spread wider. Edith was okay with that, she realized. Hours passed and she wondered room to room.

--Waiting with her smile on her face as she waited for her Dad to come home, a small voice said he wouldn't like it, that she would get in trouble of it.

--The door opened, she didn't realize he was home, too caught up in her thoughts. He looked at her, and paused. Edith lowered her eyes, nervous.

--"Is it okay?" She swallowed the lump in her throat, and William just smiled at her. The grey eyes always filled with light, love and adoration at her.

--"MoonDrop, of course it is," He moved towards her, running his hand through her now short hair, "Would you like to have it cleaned up? Or like this, like you?"

--Like her, it was her. She did this, she felt like her heart was so full it would burst. Along with a question ringing in her mind, her stomach and core twisting in knots as she blurted it out.

--"I saw someone cool with Rigel and-and Iwannadresslikethem!" Edith had blurred the last couple of words together and squeezed her eyes shut.

--William froze, eyes wide before they softened and he asked what she meant, "Well..." She got up and off the couch and walked to a book that was on the table, "I got some magazines and cut the pasted them a bit."

--She opened it up, and flipped through for a few seconds and then William was a bit taken aback. It was quite a drastic direction from what she had wore from Linda and him.

--"May I ask, why?" Edith answered with that Linda wouldn't think of suspect her to dress this way. She would be a bit more safe, or she would feel like it.

--And she liked it too, it was pretty and awesome and cool and unique and oh my god she just loved how it looked and-.

--She stopped when she heard him laugh, and she just shied away. And closed the book, feeling her stomach twist slightly and jumped when William put a hand on her shoulder.

--"You really want to dress like this?" William asked softly, and she nodded. She heard him sigh, "Alright, MoonDrop, we'll start off small okay?"

--Edith's eyes widened, light up with excitement and joy, making her hum with enthusiasm and William smiling at her in response.

#edith-solaire #redacted asmr #redacted oc #redactedverse #redactedsona #redacted william #redacted vampires #redacted shifters #light angst #fanfic #redacted audio #redacted werewolves #redacted fanfic #The Empire.

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There’s a She-Wolf in the Closet

Chapter Three: Halley’s Comet

Summary: Jayden is busy while Sherlock is not and has a tantrum while John has to scold him.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mild blood, 18+ themes.

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So far, after William's case, Sherlock didn't need Jayden's help which she was grateful for. Although she wasn't too phased by the gore, it's not something she wanted to see daily. Jayden expressed this and Sherlock respected that, deciding against taking her to more cases. Or have her consult for him. For now.

Though, that didn't mean he wouldn't talk about them. In great detail. Jayden sort of learned how to drown out the more bloody parts and focus on how Sherlock solved them. He was really smart and he loved to talk about it which Jayden didn’t mind much. She hated the men that thought they were smart but were actually incredibly stupid, Sherlock concured with that opinion.

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“Those men are annoying. But anyone can be a narcissist.” Was what Sherlock said, shrugging after he took a sip from his mug.

Jayden smiled, “Like you?”

“Well…. Yes. But I have a more mild case.” Sherlock smirked, shaking his head a little as he looked at Jayden.

Bullshit.

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Today was not so different for Sherlock and Jayden. Except it really was. The young woman had a shoot today and the detective had no case. It was a rare occurrence for one of them to be off while the other was busy. So imagine how distraught he was when he realized Jayden wasn’t going to be there for most of the day to keep him company.

He acted like a child and Mrs. Hudson wasn’t a babysitter.

John was though. He did have a child.

“So what happened?” John asked, going through his fridge as he tried to find the formula for baby Rosie while Mary rocked the little girl.

Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes. “I don’t know, John!” She exclaimed over the phone, “He’s acting like his puppy died. And he’s pouting like a little boy.” As long as she’s been the landlady for both Sherlock and John, sometimes she felt like she didn’t know a thing about them with how much they change their demeanor.

“If Sherlock gets worse, let me know and I’ll come over.” John let out a frustrated breath, giving the formula to Mary before he ran a hand down his face. Mary cocked her head at John. Wasn’t something always wrong with Sherlock? It certainly seemed like half of John’s problems came from him.

Mrs. Hudson shrieked, hearing something breaking upstairs. She’d given the man tea this morning and left her china in the flat. Her china. “It’s worse!” She shouted before she moved the phone away from her face. “Sherlock Holmes, if that was my china, I’ll deal with you myself!” She yelled, though John could still hear her before she hung up.

The man let out a sigh and shook his head again. “Sherlock shattered Mrs. Hudson’s china.” He told Mary, grabbing his jacket. “I better save him before she murders him herself.” He joked a little.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t yet.” Mary laughed before she leaned in to kiss John softly, still rocking Rosie softly. “I have this, go.” She winked, grabbing the formula bottle.

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As John entered 221b, he could hear arguing upstairs. The doctor shook his head, maybe he should have brought some supplies instead of going empty handed. Either way, John still went upstairs and, of course, the door was wide open to Mrs. Hudson yelling at Sherlock as she cleaned up the tray. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, confused before he registered the bleeding palm Sherlock was holding. The detective was wearing his maroon robe with his usual attire beneath it.

“Ah, John. Come here to help? Or to yell at me too?” Sherlock said, amused as he held his hand up which was gushing with blood even with the towel covering it. Of course he would still be able to find amusement in his own injury.

Mrs. Hudson huffed, “You’re lucky I’m not making you clean this mess.” She frowned as she picked up the pieces and left. This was her good china too…..

John, as always, was appalled. The doctor let out a sigh, going into the kitchen to grab some alcohol. “Come here, Sherlock.” He ordered, grabbing another clean cloth that was bound to be bloodied either way.

Sherlock complied and let out a breath, sitting down at the kitchen table as he let John clean his hand. He set his eyes on a groove on the table, staring at it as John did his work. He knew the man was bound to ask something so maybe if he ignored it for long enough, it wouldn’t matter.

“You know Mrs. Hudson worries about you.” John stated, looking up at Sherlock as he took his time to clean the wound.

Sherlock hummed in response. “I would certainly hope so or that row was for nothing.” He chuckled deeply.

“Yes, so do you mind telling me why you had a temper tantrum like a five year old?” John asked pointedly, pouring a little too much alcohol on the cut, making Sherlock wince softly.

“Not important.” The detective simply said, looking away. Anywhere that wasn’t in the vicinity of John Watson.

But his emotions got the better of him, like he always did, and a light blush spread on Sherlock’s face. Embarrassment. That wasn’t an emotion the detective was too familiar with. And where did it come from? Well….

John smirked for a moment, catching on. “This is about Jayden isn’t it? What, did she finally realize that you’re a cock?” He laughed quietly as he wrapped Sherlock’s hand in a bandage. This was golden for the doctor. As far as he’s known the man, John has never ever seen the man feel embarrassed.

“No.” Sherlock pursed his lips, taking his hand away from John once he noticed he was done. “She’s just…. Been gone today.” He said simply, trying his best to not sound so disappointed but he failed miserably. It only made John laugh even more, oh, he’d have to tell this to Mary once he got home. “What’s so funny?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

John shook his head as he let out another hearty laugh. “You’re an attention whore is what’s funny, Sherlock.” The man in question blinked, facing this revelation was…. Interesting to say the least.

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That night, around 12 am, Jayden came home. When she got to her floor, she gasped in surprise. Sherlock was standing at her door, a bandage around his left hand. At least it wasn’t his dominant one. She cocked an eyebrow him as she adjusted her glasses, “You waiting there for me like a fucking creep?” Jay asked jokingly as she unlocked her door and went into her apartment, Sherlock following her inside. She was sure Sherlock was able to pick it but…. She was kind of happy he waited.

“Thought it would be kinder than breaking and entering.” Sherlock shrugged, somewhat admiring the casualness of being in Jayden’s flat as he sat down on her sofa. The normalcy of it suddenly hit the detective like a train.

“Mrs. Hudson texted me saying that you were being a bitch today.” Jayden hummed as she started to prepare some coffee for the two of them. The young woman wasn’t exaggerating when she said Sherlock (one) expected her to make him coffee and (two) he was starting to get addicted to it. The frothed sweet cream was her special ingredient and it was like crack.

Sherlock snorted out a laugh. “That’s not a nice thing to say.” But he knew he was acting in that way. All because of his new addiction. Not to coffee. And not to sweet cream either.

“Hm, if you don’t like it, you could leave.” Jayden said with a sly smile as she set a mug in front of Sherlock, taking a sip from her own before she set it down and took off the jacket she was wearing. It revealed a simple gray sweater but Jayden’s neck was exposed….

Usually, she would wear turtlenecks. Sherlock believed it was because she was self conscious but he was wrong. Wow. He’s rarely wrong! But what fixated Sherlock on Jay’s neck, besides it being a new patch of exposed skin he’s never seen before, was the tattoo going up her neck and almost meeting the hairline there. It was a similar patterning to the one he’s seen on the small glimpses of exposed skin he’s seen on her back and stomach. Perhaps it was all one big tattoo? Sherlock took a breath and willed his eyes away. That was not something he needed to think about in the moment or his mind would spiral.

For a moment, it was silent while the two of them were just sipping on their coffee. Then Sherlock spoke up, asking something he’s been wanting to ever since they ever met. “What do you want to do?”

Jayden looked at Sherlock, confused by the question. She thought he might have already figured it out. He was Sherlock Holmes after all. “After all this, I want to be an actress. An actual one. Though, I do think I got faking orgasms down to a T.” She joked, nudging the man once she noticed a blush appearing on his face.

“I don’t want to lie and say you’d make a good actress simply because I’ve never seen you act before.” Sherlock said truthfully, though he was faithful that she was.

Jayden laughed quietly, “At least you’re honest with me, Sher. Some people are just plain liars.” She hummed as she took a sip of her coffee then her eyes shifted back to Sherlock, assessing the honesty in his features. “I like you.” She said simply, looking down at her coffee.

Sherlock blinked, processing this information. What did that mean? As a friend? Sherlock could handle that. Romantically? He’d be much worse than he was earlier today. And maybe he was okay with that.

#Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock #sherlock BBC #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x oc #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch characters #OC #jayden wayne #bi sherlock

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To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 14

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Celia falls ill after her moment in the rain, and Tommy enlists Polly’s help to look after her. Polly gives Celia a glimpse into Tommy’s past, and Celia shares a sleepy confession about their future. Then, Celia meets the guys at the Garrison after their interesting trip to the auction, where they met a certain woman horse trainer that makes Celia’s stomach do flips - and not in the good way.

Warnings: language, smoking, illness, violence (typical to series)

Word Count: 3829

A/N: I think I might die with all this fluff between these two! Let’s hope a wrench doesn’t get thrown into their plans now...

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And get sick Celia did.

The days after her moment in the rain were filled with a runny nose, loads of sneezes, body aches and chills, and a splitting headache that just wouldn't go away. She had been hunkered down at her apartment, thankfully telling both of her employers that she was too sick to come in before it got too bad. She had practically everybody over checking on her. Vivian and William had stopped by in the first few days, and although Celia felt like crap, she was happy that there were no hard feelings between her and William and that their friendship was still strong.

Sophia stopped by and talked her ear off with medical nonsense that Celia didn't understand, so she just assured the nurse, who meant well, that she would drink her fluids and stay by the fire.

Her mother dropped by and made her some hot meals, telling her about what was going on at home, as well as the news that Joseph had written to her telling her that Samuel's condition had completely gone away. Celia was very happy to hear that.

Even Finn stopped by, checking on Celia when Tommy was in London, conducting business. He was incredibly awkward, standing in the kitchen of the apartment as she attempted to tell him what she needed, but she couldn't hate him for trying.

Her favorite was when Tommy stopped by to check on her, which he did every day that he was able. His presence just made her feel safe. Like she was going to get through this.

She was lying exactly where she had been for most of the week, on the couch, when a knock sounded on her front door. "It's open!" she called, knowing that she shouldn't leave the door unlocked, but it was the middle of the day. Who could harm her then?

"C?" the person at the door called as they opened it, making Celia's heart flutter.

"On the couch, Tom," she mustered up the energy to speak, slowly sitting up to see him walking in and shutting the door with a smaller sized bouquet of flowers in his hands. "I've seen it all now. Tommy Shelby has officially gone soft," she remarked, her smile growing as she took in the gesture he did for her.

"You tell anyone and you're finished," he gave her a serious look, pointing a finger in her direction before it melted quickly, the usual soft smile he wore when only in her presence becoming visible. "How're you feeling?" he asked her then, changing out the flowers in the vase with these fresh ones before he moved over to where she was laying.

"The same. Can't stop shivering, but at the same time I feel like I'm burning up. I'm happy that you're here though," Celia responded, accepting his kiss to her forehead before Tommy stood straight to see her smile then.

"Right then, sit up," he said, motioning for her to sit with his hand. Celia furrowed her brows but did as he said, watching as he sat down in the empty space she had created. "C'mere," he whispered, his hand going to her shoulder then before he guided her down to lay on his lap. She twisted her neck up to smile at him, and he returned it, his fingers twisting through her hair then.

"You're too good to me, Tommy," she breathed, curling closer to the blanket, though the extra heat he was providing was a big help.

"'M just repaying it, love. I know you'd do it for me," he stated, absentmindedly running his fingers through her hair as he stared ahead at the fire.

"I would," she agreed. "How was London?" she asked then, knowing he had to go there for business and had been there for the past few days.

He then launched into the story of his business endeavors in the big city - including only what he felt that she needed to know, of course. Celia was happy to hear that Ada was doing well, and she made Tommy promise that he would take her to see his sister and nephew as soon as she got better. Celia, in turn, told him all about what she had been doing since he'd been away, which was pretty much laying on the couch, eating soup and missing him. She felt a bit embarrassed to admit that last one, but it was true. She missed him.

They sat there in peace until Celia's body started shaking more violently, so much that Tommy was also shaking from being sat underneath her, "are you alright, love?" he questioned, peering down at her as she clung tightly to the blanket that was placed around her.

"Yeah...just, just uh...yeah," she cut her sentence short, unable to form a complete sentence as the coldness was too much to bear.

Tommy was unconvinced, and his suspicions were confirmed when he reached down to feel her forehead. She was burning up. "You're not ok, Celia. You're burning up," he stated, moving her slowly so that he could get up and move to the door.

"Where...where're you going, Tommy?" Celia questioned, sounding like a small child whose friend had left them on the playground.

Tommy didn't respond, but instead opened her front door and peeked his head out, "Aye, David!" Celia heard him call to someone then, "get Polly to come here. She should be at the shop. Tell her that I need her. Go fucking quick," there was a sense of urgency in his voice and it made the man nod before he took off on his task. Tommy came back in to her then, crouching down beside her. "I've sent one of my men to go get Polly. She knows what to do better than I do," he told her then, his one hand grabbing onto her clammy one after she reached it out to him.

"Tommy, I'm ok, really," Celia told him, not wanting his aunt to have to come all the way over here for her pathetic cold.

"Celia," he had a warning tone in his voice, telling her that she had no chance of winning this one. "She knows what she's doing better than I do," he told her again.

"I think you were doing just fine," she told him, her eyes half closed as she didn't have much energy to begin with.

"I wasn't doin' anything though, love," Tommy chuckled at her sleepy comment.

"You were sittin' with me, and that was making me feel better."

Tommy nodded, releasing her hand before she got the hint and propped herself up again so that he could sit down, allowing her to place her head in his lap once more. "I'm gonna have to move when Polly comes," he told her and she nodded, for now enjoying the warmth that had returned.

Tommy was sitting in the same spot, his hand slowly moving up and down Celia's arm as she slept, and he was dozing off himself until a loud knocking sounded on the door. "Come!" he called to the person, sure that it was his aunt.

Soon enough, Polly was stepping through the doorway. "Jesus Christ, Tom," she breathed as she took her coat off and set it on the chair, eyes focused on her nephew, who was sitting with a sleeping figure on his lap. "Why'd you cause such a fuss about this?" she asked him.

"She was really shaking. I didn't know what to do, Pol," he answered her, not beating around the truth. He was worried about Celia.

"And Polly knows what's best," Polly grinned and Tommy let her have her moment, nodding along with her. "Did you make her something to eat?" she asked then. Tommy just blinked. "Soup, some toast, anything?" she looked at him with wide eyes.

"No, Pol, I didn't make anything because I don't know how to fucking do any of it!" he hissed, keeping his voice down because Celia was still sleeping on his lap.

"You're hopeless, boy," Polly shook her head with a laugh and Tommy tipped his head to the back of the couch, not in the mood for joking.

"Look, I'm not in the mood, Pol. Can you please just make her some soup? She's probably got everything it needs over there," he waved her towards the kitchen, where Polly was already rummaging through the cupboards.

"She's got a whole fucking garden in here," she remarked, taking what ripened vegetables she needed to start the soup.

It was then that Celia stirred awake, propping herself up on Tommy's thighs as she looked around confusedly. "C. Are you ok, love?" Tommy asked her as she sat up straight and looked around, still half-asleep.

"Yeah, 'm alright. Just need something to drink. My throat's dry," she said, her hand going to her throat then to send a physical cue as well.

"Get her something to drink, Thomas," Polly chimed in from the kitchen, making Celia look in her direction.

"Oh, hi, Polly," she sent as much of a smile as she could muster in her direction. "When did you get here?" she asked, not remembering ever letting her into the apartment.

"Thomas sent for me while you were sleeping. Needed me to come help him since he can't do a bloody thing for himself," she responded, sending Tommy a smug smirk as she worked on chopping the vegetables in front of her.

"Don't start, Pol," Tommy said in a warning tone. Celia couldn't help but laugh. He then handed her a glass of water, and she thanked him before drinking almost half of it.

"You've got quite the garden here, Celia. Must take a lot of time to keep it up, in an apartment no less," Polly complimented her ledges that were filled with plants.

"Thanks. What can I say? I'm a plant lady," Celia smiled sheepishly. One of the things this illness showed her was that she had absolutely no filter when she wasn't feeling like herself. Polly chuckled at her statement before she dumped the vegetables in the pot, the sound of boiling water echoing around the room.

Finished with that for now, she moved over to where Celia and Tommy were sitting. She then placed her hand on Celia's forehead with pursed lips. "You're still pretty hot. Thomas, go wet a rag with some cold water," she ordered her nephew, who nodded and stood from the couch to retrieve one from Celia's powder room.

"Thanks for coming over and helping out, Polly. You really didn't have to," Celia took the time to thank the woman standing in front of her.

"You're family now, love. We always help family," Polly smiled at her before Tommy came back with the wet rag. He gave it to Polly then and she set it behind Celia's neck, the coldness made Celia shiver, but it also helped soothe the burning feeling that she was feeling. "The soup should be finished shortly. I just threw something together quickly," she stated, sitting down on the chair before looking at Tommy, who had just gotten his pack of cigarettes out. She watched as he fished one out and stuck it between his lips, only speaking to him when he was going to strike a match. "If you will be smoking, it will be done outside. She doesn't need any smoke in her lungs," she ordered him and he sighed, deciding that removing the cigarette from his lips and putting it back in the container was better than leaving the apartment.

The three stayed silent then, Celia laying on the couch, Tommy leaning against the wall, and Polly sitting in the arm chair. "I'll be back," Tommy stated then, pushing himself off the wall before he moved to the door of the apartment.

"Those things have a hold on him," Polly remarked, obviously referring to the cigarettes that he smoked so often. "Always needing to numb himself with that and the drink," she continued. Celia just nodded, unsure of what to say. "He's been through a lot these past few years, Celia...between the war and all this business."

"I know," Celia nodded her head. Did she really know though? She only heard bits and pieces of the business he was involved in, and what she knew about the war, she knew from her brother. Tommy didn't necessarily talk about either.

"You've made an impact on him though. I haven't seen him act this caring since Grace left," Polly said then, making Celia's heart swell at the statement.

"Who's Grace?" Celia felt dumb asking, but Polly had said the name so freely, like she expected her to know who she was.

"She's a woman from Thomas' past. Worked as a barmaid at the Garrison to get close to him. She was actually a spy working for an inspector," she explained, noticeably shivering when mentioning the inspector, "she left him for America. Was the first person he got close to after the war."

"Oh..." Celia trailed off, not knowing what more to say. "I didn't know about her."

"Thomas tends to use forgetting as a coping mechanism."

"I'm not surprised he didn't tell me about her then," Celia nodded just as the door opened, Tommy stepping back into the apartment.

"Soup smells about done, Pol," he stated, making Polly stand from the chair.

"You know that much about it," Polly quipped, making Celia giggle. "Come over and eat, dear," she called for Celia then, waving her over as she poured the soup into a bowl. Celia listened to her, slowly standing from the couch before she shuffled over to the table, where a bowl was ready for her.

"This smells amazing, Polly. Thanks so much for making it for me," Celia smiled before she brought a spoonful up to her lips, blowing on it before she put it into her mouth. "Tastes amazing too."

"I'm happy you like it. If that's all then, I'll be leaving," she stated then, looking between Tommy and Celia.

"Thanks for coming, Pol," Tommy stated as his aunt walked towards the door. Celia piggybacked off of his statement, making Polly turn to face them with a smile before she opened the door and moved outside. "How are you feeling now, love?" Tommy asked her as she finished up the bowl, feeling full and warm now.

"Better. I'm tired though. Come to my room with me?" she asked then, standing before she outstretched her arm for him.

"Of course," he nodded, a small smile gracing his features before he took her hand and allowed her to lead him into her room. Contrary to the time she spent at Tommy's home, she didn't give two cares about what the pair was wearing. She just fell down into the bed with the robe she had covering her figure.

"Come here, Tommy," she whispered then and he obliged after slipping out of his suit jacket. He then slipped in next to her under the covers, allowing her to place her head on his chest, his arm going to rest under her neck. "You're too good to me," she whispered, her eyes closed as she reveled in the moment.

"I've been told," Tommy responded, chuckling slightly.

"Well I'm telling you again," she picked her head up to smile at him, stretching her neck to press a kiss to his jaw. Seeing his smile when she pulled away, she moved her body so that some of her weight was now on Tommy. He didn't mind it though. "Our child will have the most beautiful eyes," Celia admitted after a moment of silence had passed, focused on tracing her index finger down the bridge of Tommy's nose and over the freckles of his cheeks as his eyes momentarily fluttered shut. She was content on his chest, his leg slotted between hers as he held her close.

"Our child?" he questioned, his eyebrows raising slightly at her admission.

"Shit, did I say that out loud?!" She squeaked, blush covering her cheeks as she dropped her head to hide against his chest. Again with the words just falling from her lips when she wasn't feeling herself. Here she was admitting this to the man who just revealed his feelings for her a few weeks earlier. She felt pathetic.

"You did, love," Tommy responded, chuckling slightly. He'd noticed that she rarely swore, so hearing her say a curse word was rather unusual, and dare he say...adorable. Celia continued to hide, waiting for embarrassment to fade, still she couldn't stop the butterflies when she felt him press a kiss to the top of her head. "They will have a nice set of eyes though," he admitted then, his voice low like he was sharing a secret. Maybe the secret was that Tommy Shelby was indeed becoming soft.

"You think?" mirth had returned to Celia's eyes as she lifted her head to meet his crystal blue ones again.

"Yes, I do. You've beautiful eyes love," he said, a slight smile on his face as he studied her hazel irises. They fascinated him in the sense that they never stayed the same color and seemed to change with the day. Today they were a pale blue that made the hints of a darker green and brown stand out more than usual.

"I was talking about your eyes, Tommy," Celia stated, blushing once more at his compliment.

"So they're really going to luck out either way," Tommy grinned then, chuckling once more as Celia brushed her nose against his before he leaned in slightly to press their lips together.

"Don't kiss me!" she shrieked, pulling away once she realized what was going on. "I'm going to get you sick!"

"I'll be alright, C," he assured her.

"Sickness doesn't work like that, Tom," she stated, stifling a yawn as she got her words out.

"I'll take my chances," he smiled up at her, brushing fallen hairs out of her face then.

"I feel sleepy," she admitted then.

"Go to sleep then. I'll be here for you," he told her, and that was all she needed to hear before she fell asleep against his chest.

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One week later, Celia was feeling much better and was ready to be out in the world once more. She was currently sitting with Esme in the snug at the Garrison. Finn had gotten word that the older Shelby brothers were coming back from the auction they set off to, where Tommy was planning to buy a horse to put into the derby. They sat talking about whatever came to mind before the door to the snug opened, John walking in first then followed by Tommy, Michael, and finally Arthur, who Celia immediately noticed had large, reddish purple bruises spread across his face. "What happened to you, Arthur?" Celia asked, shock filling her features. Last time she checked, horse auctions didn't usually end with people getting beat up.

"He got into a fight with a man who pulled a gun on Tommy," John responded, grinning over at his oldest brother with pride.

"A gun?!" she was even more shocked now, her worried eyes falling on Tommy. She did a surface level check and didn't see anything other than stress etched into his features. "Are you ok, Tommy?" she asked then, moving over to take his face into her hands. The secret between them was out now, and Celia didn't mind showing displays of affection towards him. Which was fine because Tommy enjoyed keeping his hands on her, letting the world know she was his.

"I'm fine, love," he assured her, watching as she breathed a sigh of relief, taking his word for it.

"You should be worrying about me, Cel. I'm the one with the bruising," Arthur jokingly stated, making her send him a sympathetic look.

"Yeah, I'm surprised there isn't a fucking bruise around your neck from us having to subdue you so you didn't beat that man to a pulp," John remarked, clapping his brother on the back.

"He was trying to take a shot at me brother," Arthur responded with a shrug of his shoulders, like this thinking was second nature.

"Well, besides the assassination attempt, how was the auction?" Esme asked from her place behind John, her arms draped over his shoulders.

"It went really well. Tommy got the winning bid on a horse, and met a high end trainer, named May Carleton," Michael gave the ladies the rundown.

"He impressed her with his words as usual. He somehow managed to get her to work on training his horse," Arthur stated, making Celia's eyes fall on Tommy. She watched his face shift in nature, his eyes boring back into hers. Like he was telling her not to worry.

"I think it's just cuz she found him attractive," John spoke up, unknowingly stirring the pot. Celia kept her eyes trained on her lover, unsure of what to think at the moment. "Otherwise she'd never take a chance on a piece of Birmingham trash like him," he remarked then, making the very man he was teasing send a glare in his direction. John held up his hands in defense then, letting out a chuckle.

"Would you like to leave, Celia?" Tommy asked the woman standing off to his side then, the chances of his statement only falling on her ears diminishing as the room quieted down the second he spoke.

"Sure," she nodded, allowing him to put her coat on and take her hand before he began leading her out of the snug.

"Don't let the welcome home festivities wait any longer!" Arthur called behind then, laughter coming from the snug as Celia felt her cheeks heat up.

"Yeah, fuck off, Arthur!" was Tommy's response. Celia stayed quiet and let Tommy wrap his arm around her shoulders as he led her out of the bar and onto the street. They walked in silence until he decided to speak up, "so that thing with May that guys were talking about..."

"I know, Tommy," she cut him off, already knowing the words he was going to say. "It's ok."

"We just talked about my horse. She agreed to train it for the derby," he explained to her, watching from the corner of his eyes as she nodded at him.

"I believe you, and that's good," she told him, trying to believe those words as she said them. There was something in the back of her mind, nagging her though.

"Let's go home," he said a bit further down the road, pressing a kiss to her temple before they continued the rest of the way to Watery Lane.

Celia tried to get the mention of this woman horse trainer out of her head and focus on enjoying her time with Tommy but it still remained. She just hoped he wasn't lying to her. And that she wasn't lying to herself.

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rosethornxs · 2 years

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Hi Rose! Congrats for reaching 500!!! 🎉🎊🎉

Could I please request a Will Miller drabble using the prompt 'Mine'? In my head I see it as him putting on a subtly designed collar on his girl, something people wouldn't recognize as a collar. Or maybe not putting it on her but discussing it with her, asking if she wants to wear one? I dunno, the idea of this quiet yet secretly wild man wanting to mark his girl with a collar for everybody to see just makes me FERAL 🤭🤭🤭

Hello, love! Thanks so much! I was a little unsure of this prompt at first because I’m not really into the whole collaring thing (no shame to anyone who is, I definitely understand the draw!) but the more I thought about it the more ideas I got. I ended up looking on Etsy for subtle BDSM collars and I found some really cute ones that helped inspire me. Sorry this took kinda long, I hope it’s what you were looking for!

William “Ironhead” Miller x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Warnings: very subtle collaring, unprotected PiV, slightly possessive Will, woman on top

Word Count: 563

“Do you like it?” he asks, rosy lips curling into a shy smile as he watches you examine the delicate necklace he’d placed in your palm.

The thin golden chain curls in your hand as you run your finger over the little beads in the front — a series of elongated cylinders and tiny spheres in a curious pattern that reminds you of something. You wrack your brain for what it could be and then…

“Is it…morse code?” you ask, glancing up at him for confirmation.

“Mmm,” he nods, “it is, smart girl.”

“What does it say?”

“Mine.”

He says it so matter-of-factly, so confidently, like he’s never said anything truer in his life — it sends a rush of warmth to your core. You lean into him, pressing your lips softly to his. He deepens the kiss, pulling you into his lap and running his hands up your back to pull you closer.

“It’s perfect, Will,” you sigh into his ear as his mouth moves hot against your neck, “…put it on for me?”

You release the pretty gold necklace from your fist and he takes it, laying it against your throat and wrapping the two ends around to the back of your neck. You brush your hair out of the way for him and he secures the clasp. The necklace fits snug around your throat, glinting in the lamp light each time you turn your head — not too tight or too loose.

Will presses his lips to the hollow of your throat, just above the subtle beads. You let your head fall back with a gentle sigh as he kisses a trail back up to your mouth. Your heart thrums with excitement — his touch setting your body ablaze with desire and the prospect of wearing this necklace out where none would be the wiser except you and him stirring something in your centre.

“Will you let me fuck you, pretty girl?” he asks, mouthing at that sensitive spot just below your ear. His hands are already on your thighs, pulling at your skirt, bringing it up so it bunches around your waist.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He’s quick to rid you of your shirt and his own, tossing them onto the floor at the base of the couch. His lips ghost over your breast, tongue flattening across your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You gasp when his teeth graze the sensitive bud, your hands finding their way into his soft blond hair and giving the strands a harsh tug.

He growls, hips bucking off the couch against your clothed core. His hands fumble with his belt until it comes loose and he shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs until his aching cock springs free. He reaches under your skirt and pulls your panties to the side, sliding his fingers through the wet mess of your cunt.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you ready for me, baby?”

“Mmm hmm.”

You lift your hips as he lines his cock up with your soaked entrance and then sink back down onto him. He fills you so perfectly and you moan at the stretch, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of him so deep inside you.

His hand comes to rest against your throat, thumb rolling over the beads on your necklace.

“Mine,” he grunts, thrusting up into you.

“Yours, Will, always.”

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baronessblixen · 2 years

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Can you do rain and thanksgiving ? 🥺

This prompt is a year old but I don't want to miss another Thanksgiving so here's a fluffy ficlet set post-series. Tagging @today-in-fic

Wc: 650

Rainy Thanksgiving Aren't As Bad As They Seem

He's sated, he's tired, but most of all, he's happy. There on the couch are Jackson and Katie, their two miracles, both pretending to watch TV, both struggling to stay away. Mulder merely smiles at them and tiptoes out of the living room to find Scully in the kitchen drying the dishes.

"Happy Thanksgiving," he murmurs into her hair, his arms slipping around her waist. He puts his head on her shoulder and stares outside the window, where rain is pelting against the glass.

"Remember when it would snow on Thanksgiving?" She asks wistfully, leaning against him.

"That's climate change for you."

"Hmm. I remember another rainy Thanksgiving." She turns around in his arms, smiling up at him. "Our first one back in the 90s. Do you remember?"

How could he ever forget?

"The roads were awful," he says and she nods, her chin propped against his chin, waiting for him to go on. "We made it to your mom's and she said I should stay."

"She ordered you to stay."

"She did and you do what a Scully woman tells you." He winks at her and she playfully rolls her eyes at him.

"She thought we'd sleep in the same room." Scully chuckles, shaking her head.

"What? You never told me that. Your mother? Your catholic mother really said that to you?"

"She did. I must have been as red as the cranberry sauce we had that night. I told her we were just friends. That's what we were back then." She squeezes his side and it tickles him.

"I never told you this either but... that night - you were either passed out from the food or arguing with Bill on the phone - she said I was always welcome at her house. She invited me for Christmas, said I should come back for Thanksgiving the next year and Easter too." Tears shimmer in Scully's eyes and he knows his own are filling with tears, too.

"She loved you," she says quietly. "I think she knew what we were feeling long before we did. I miss her so much." He holds her tighter; it's all he can do. Maggie may not be here anymore, but her memory is. As is her love, her spirit.

"I miss her too," he whispers into Scully's hair, kissing her there. She should have been here to meet her youngest grandchild. See William again, the baby she adored so much.

"I don't want to be sad," Scully says. "She wouldn't want us to be. What are you thankful for this year, Mulder?"

"You." He doesn't need to think about it, not one second. It's been the same answer for the last 25 years. Maybe even more. "You and the fact that you're still here after all this time. I'm thankful for our kids. You?"

"I'm thankful for you, too." To prove it, she gets on tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to his lips. "And our family. Speaking of them, why are the kids so quiet?"

"Turkey coma. Gives me more opportunity to do this in peace." The kiss starts out gentle, a sweet hello. But they're way past introductions. Mulder presses her against the kitchen counter, kissing her harder. He picks her up, intending to sit her on top of it, but lost in passion, he's not paying attention to anything but her hot mouth.

She slips from his grasp and lands butt first in the kitchen sink. Water and dish soap slop out, splashing Mulder and the ground.

"That's not how I planned to get you wet," Mulder says, grabbing her soapy hands and getting her out of the sink. She's dripping water, smelling like lemon and turkey grease.

"I think it's safe to assume you will get me out of my clothes sooner rather than later. Stop grinning, Mulder."

But he doesn't and a moment later, she joins in too.

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Ruined - Jamie Benn - Part 5

Word Count: 5,690

POV: Reader and then switches to Jamie

Warnings: Language, but that’s about it, at least from what I can remember

Notes: So I just want to thank everyone for their patience with me as I took some time off. I’ve still been writing, so hopefully you’ll see your favorite stories pop up here and there. Happy reading!

Sidenote: Also (Y/NN) = Your Nickname (Y/LN) = Your Last Name

READER'S POV

"I'm sorry what did you just say?" you asked Emma, as you had to have heard her incorrectly when she said that you should get under someone in order to get over Jamie. "Because, you were there in high school, that didn't work out the best for me."

"That's not what I meant."

"But it is what you said, that I should just go hook up with some random guy. Em, I love you, babe, but I am not going down that path again. I do not need to be known as the doctor that sleeps around."

"Oh my god, would you shut up for one minute?" You went radio silent, after she practically yelled at you through the phone, though you suppose that your voice had gone up maybe a decibel or two. "I didn't mean for you to go fuck some rando at the bar. Actually, I meant…and hear me out before you say anything," she paused and you had a feeling that you weren't going to like what she said next no matter what it was. "I think you should sleep with Jamie."

"WHAT!?!"

"Yeah, that was a little loud. I think you might have woken up Caleb. Shh, go back to sleep babe," you heard her mumble to her husband.

"I'm sorry but are you crazy? Maybe I called you too early and you're not fully functioning without coffee. Or should I call Dr. Kaplan and have him examine you."

"Your neurologist, friend? No." She sounded a bit indignant at the mention that she needed her brain examined for suggesting a thing, but really what were you supposed to think when she made stupid remarks like you should go sleep with Jamie. "I asked you to listen before you passed judgment on me. God, you think you were a judge instead of a doctor so something."

"Well, you have my full attention. So please explain, before I have you committed to the psych ward." She scoffed at you, which only made you say, "You know I can medically do that."

You could almost hear her eyes rolling through the phone. "Yes, but who would you call this early in the morning when you have a problem." She had a point. "Exactly. Now, let me explain. You and Jamie never really resolved anything. He said things, you got upset, he never answered the phone, so you broke it off with him, yadda, yadda, yadda. You get my point." It seemed a whole lot more complicated than a few yaddas. "But there was never any closure for either of you there. It just sort of ended." Emma was right about that, after hearing that he only was seeing you for sex, you didn't want to speak to him at all. "It was obvious then, that he still had feelings for you, even if you didn't want to see it. And don't kill me here, but I think it was obvious that you still had feelings for him as well, and that maybe you still do." You didn't exactly know how you felt about Jamie at the moment, but waking up in his arms did feel right. "Let's face it (Y/N), you've compared every guy you've ever been with to Jamie."

"I have not." Had you?

"Ok, we're skipping all the douches in high school, because you and I both know you never slept with any of them. Yes, I know what everyone said, but I was also your best friend and I know you. The worst you ever did was give Carter Williams a blow job behind the bleachers after a football game." Oh, Jesus, she did not need to go down this road listing all your sexcapades from high school or after that. "I'm talking about Bryan, the perfectly good looking, studying to be a heart surgeon, boyfriend that you gave up for no other reason then you said he wasn't tall enough."

"I did not break up with Bryan because he wasn't tall enough and you know it."

"It was a factor, along with his hair not being dark enough and you hating his sense of humor."

"The man made stupid heart surgeon jokes that not even anyone in the cardiothoracic department got."

"True, but you also told me he was lousy in bed, and I believe that was another complaint you had about Tomas, Dylan…oh and what was his name…you know the one you said that you had to use your vibrator the minute he walked out the door because he couldn't get you off."

"Isaac," you told her and there was a blush creeping to your cheeks. Suddenly, you were regretting Emma being your best friend.

"Yes, Isaac. If I remember correctly that happened more than once with him. How you kept him around for four months is beyond me. You're a doctor woman, you can show him where the clit is, you know? Just take his hand and place it…"

"Thank you, Dr. Emma, I know where my clit is."

"But he didn't," she let out a bark of laughter that was so contagious you had to join in. Once you both calmed, Emma came right back at you about Jamie. "Look, he was your first love and maybe the sex wasn't as great as your sixteen-year-old mind remembers. Maybe you just fuck Jamie and that's all it is, a fuck, or maybe it's more. At least this way, you won't be holding him on some pedestal like he's a Greek god or something."

Maybe she was right and you'd been holding on for fourteen years thinking that what you and Jamie had was this truly magical once and a lifetime thing when in reality all it had been was sex. Let's face it, what your sixteen-year-old self thought was love could've been nothing more than lust. "I never thought he was a Greek god."

"Please, I was always envious about how you had this romantic first time. I mean mine was in the back of Kyle's jeep, and before you say anything he didn't know where the clit was either."

You both giggled again, but then you had to remind her of how things had ended. "It wasn't romantic when he said those things about me."

"He was sixteen (Y/N). I'm not making an excuse, but it's time to build that bridge. Maybe he's changed, maybe he hasn't. I'm not saying for you to give him your whole heart. I'm just saying, find out if what was there, was truly that once in a lifetime love or was it just this idea that you've been holding on to."

"But what if…" you stuttered while Emma waited for you to continue. "What if…I still love him, and he breaks my heart, again."

"(Y/N), that's the chance we all take when we open our hearts to love. You don't think that I felt that way with Caleb? That sometimes I still don't feel that way." She sighed. You could tell she was struggling with how to put her feelings into words. "He could walk out the door and leave me here alone, and my heart would break into pieces, but the love I have for him is so much greater than that fear." She made it sound so easy, but all you could remember was how completely hurt you'd felt when things had gone wrong with Jamie. "I know you're scared, and that's why you've closed your heart off for so long, but (Y/N) I promise you the minute you open it back up, your life is going to be even better than it is. And maybe it's Jamie that deserves your heart and maybe it's not, but you'll never know if you don't try."

"I know," you whispered weakly, for you really did know that. If it wasn't Jamie, it was going to have to be someone eventually, because you didn't want to be alone forever. It was just that gnawing fear in the back of your mind that Jamie would hurt you again as he had before. "I just don't want to break into a thousand pieces again."

"You won't (Y/N), and if you do, I'll be on the first flight to Dallas to help you pick them up." She would be, you knew that for sure because you couldn't ask for a better friend than Emma. "And I'll kick his ass as well." That made you laugh considering that Emma was five foot four, and Jamie was just over six foot. It would make for an interesting matchup, but you knew that Emma would take him down no matter the size difference.

"Thanks, Em."

"I just want you to be happy, (Y/NN); happy and in love, and I just have this gut feeling that Jamie can make that happen." There was only one way to find out, and that was to open up more to Jamie. It wouldn't be easy but after this little talk, you were willing to try. "Now, enough about this, because you're going to follow my advice. So tell me how everything else is going? Do you like work? Is it everything you thought it would be?"

"And so much more." You spent the next fifteen minutes catching up with each other before she kicked you off the phone to go make rounds at the hospital. Despite not having that many patients of your own at the moment, you were still looking after all of Dr. Lundin's. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when your phone rang, Jamie's name popping up on the screen. For a minute, you thought about not answering it, but then you remembered your conversation this morning with Emma and quickly hit the accept button. "Hey, Jame."

He seemed a bit startled that you answered. "Oh, hey (Y/NN). I was just giving you a call about a couple things."

"Ok, what's up?"

"Well, first off, I found your dress in my bathroom this morning."

"Oh shit, I totally forgot that I left it in there." You'd laid it over the tub last night when you changed, something that you did at home all the time. You had every intention of picking it up before you left, but then you'd fallen asleep and well, it kind of got lost in your mind as you freaked out over possibly having feelings for Jamie.

"It's no biggie. I hung it up in my closet." He paused as if he'd said something wrong. "Just so it didn't wrinkle anymore." Well, look at him being all domesticated.

"Thanks, that's sweet of you. I'll stop over and get it sometime from you."

"Oh, ok or I can bring it over. Whatever is easiest for you. I also wanted to see if there was a good time to reschedule that visit to the AAC? We kind of didn't get to go over my map too much last night. Plus, my artistic skills are a little rusty."

You'd forgotten all about the tour, but it would be a good excuse to spend some more time with Jamie to see where your feelings were. "Let me check my schedule." You switched him to speaker and flipped over to your calendar. "Oh, I'm headed to Jessi's tomorrow night to take her stitches out, so that won't work. Um, let me see about the next day."

"What about tonight?"

"Oh, tonight?" You weren't sure if you were ready to face him just yet, but a little voice, that sounded an awful lot like your best friend, told you there was no time like the present. "Yeah, I can do that. I was just getting ready to leave here in about ten minutes. What time were you thinking?"

"Whenever I'm free the rest of today, so if you just wanted to come straight here; that's fine."

This was really not the timeframe you wanted. You hadn't even taken any time this morning to do anything special with your hair or makeup, as you'd spent too much time talking to Emma. Though it wasn't like Jamie hadn't just seen you with drool on your face, wearing his sweats and your hair a complete disaster. Anything would be an improvement over that. It was that thought that had you saying, "Sounds good. I'll see you in about twenty minutes then."

"Ok see you soon." You hung up and then quickly went to add at least a bit of lip gloss and mascara to your face.

It was about twenty minutes later that you were pulling into your garage and then walking the short distance to Jamie's. This time foregoing parking at his place. He opened the door before you even had a chance to knock. "Hey, (Y/N). How's it going tonight?"

It seemed like a loaded question when he was standing there dressed in a pristine white dress shirt, his chest hair peeking out from where he'd undone the first couple buttons. Suddenly, your mouth went dry. When you were sixteen, Jamie didn't have a hair on his chest. Well, maybe there were one or two that he was awfully proud of, but they really didn't count. This was just another sign of how much he'd changed and grown into the man that stood before you today. You'd hoped he'd changed in other ways as well. "Much better tonight. My feet are all ready for you to give me the grand tour."

"Alright, then let's head out." He had his car in the garage, so you followed him through the house to the SUV. In true Jamie Benn fashion, he came over and opened the door for you. It was something he'd always done when you were younger, as his mom had instilled those gentlemanly courtesies in him. It was weird being in the car with him again. Part of you kept waiting for him to grab your hand and hold it like he used to and you found yourself glancing down every so often at his large fingers gripping the gearshift instead of your hand.

He pointed out different landmarks as you passed and told you that despite what the navigation system said this was the fastest way to get to downtown from your house. The two of you chatted the whole entire time, while the music played softly in the background. "So, you're going to want to use this gate." Jamie was saying right as his playlist changed to a song from the movie Frozen.

"So, are you are an Anna or an Elsa fan?" you teased.

"What?" It was then that he realized what was playing, and quickly changed the song. "I have that on here for my niece."

He pulled into the players' parking spot, "Uh huh, sure Jame. Admit it you like the movie." He shut the car off and you both got out.

"I may have watched it with Soph once," he said sheepishly and your heart warmed at the idea of him sitting there with the little girl watching one of Disney's hit movies. You always knew that he would make a great dad, and having that song just proved it.

You were walking side by side now and you couldn't resist dancing around him, while you sang the lyrics. "Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore." You were walking backward not having a clue where you were going as you continued. "Come on Jame, sing with me. You know you want to…Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door."

"Stop," he chided but had a grin a mile long on his face.

You twirled around him another time, hands dancing along his arm. "I don't care what they're going to say," you belted out; the words echoing off the cement walls around you. "Let the storm rage on…"

"The cold never bothered me anyway." Jamie sang finally joining you. You bouncing up and down as he sang with you, not paying attention as your eyes were focused on him and not where you were going. He reached out and grabbed you right as you started to trip on a large cord that was behind you. "Careful there Elsa." Your hands went to his chest, your palm resting where his heart was racing, as his slid around your waist and pulled you in close to him. Pressed up against him, you couldn't help the urge that came over you to kiss him; he was just so close, and his eyes were smiling into yours, and it felt like the perfect moment to test the waters out. So, you slid your hands just a little further up his chest, and you raised up on your tiptoes so that your lips were mere inches from him, and then your watch chimed again; the damn thing reminding you to breathe, and the moment was lost.

You dropped back down onto the balls of your feet but still kept that smile plastered on your face. "Thanks for saving me Olaf," you said and tapped his chest, before stepping out of his embrace.

"Olaf? I was thinking more Kristoff."

You tapped your finger on your chin, looking him up and down. "You're right, I was wrong. You're definitely Sven."

"The reindeer?"

"I knew you've watched that movie more than just once with your niece."

You were finally at the door, and Jamie was entering a code to get into the building since there wasn't anything going on at the AAC today. "Ok, you got me, but really Sven?"

"What's wrong with Sven? He's sweet, kind, lovable…" Shit the moment the word came out of your mouth you wanted to take it back. Of course, Jamie was lovable too but you weren't sure you were ready to be the one loving him. There was too much uncertainty in doing that just yet. You coughed trying to cover up the slip of tongue and then added, "He's also oddly quiet when there are people around. Kind of like someone else I know."

He raked his hand through his hair, an action that your fingers longed to do. "I'm only that way around people I don't know…and the media." You knew this about him, of course, because you'd watched a few of his interviews. His answers were always clipped and short, which sometimes gave the impression he was standoffish, but then he would throw a little comment here and there and the real Jamie would come out. "But anyhow, we should be getting on with the tour."

"Lead the way."

JAMIE'S POV

Had she really just called you lovable? Moreover, had she just been about to kiss you? That damn watch of hers kept beeping at the most inappropriate times and it was maddening. Something had changed since she'd practically run out of your house this morning. You weren't sure what, but she'd definitely let her guard down some, and you were all for it. You knew it was going to take baby steps to get back into her heart, but those steps seemed to be coming more and more frequently and you weren't complaining.

You were surprised when (Y/N) agreed to the tour tonight, for you thought for sure that she'd avoid you at all cost after you had fallen asleep with her on the sofa last night. It was the last thing that you intended but she had felt so right in your arms, that you'd just let yourself get caught up in the moment. God, she looked so adorable this morning, hair messy, with her cheeks all rosy from sleeping on you, and then how she was wearing your sweats; there was nothing that you wanted more than to see her like that every day for the rest of your life. Baby steps, you reminded yourself.

The tour around the arena went pretty well. You showed her everything that you could think of, ending the tour in the training room, just as you had the other day. She was taking everything in, noticing that Dave and his crew had implemented all the ideas she had talked about the other day. "Everything look ok?"

"Oh yeah, they did an amazing job." She was opening drawers and checking supplies.

"Well, I guess that's the end of the tour then." You glanced down at your watch to notice that it was almost six o'clock. You were definitely going to hit rush hour traffic. "If we head out now, it'll probably take us an hour to get home. Maybe a little less, if I hurry."

"Oh, do you have to be some place?"

"Um…no. Why?"

"Well, you're all dressed up, thought maybe you had a hot date or something." There was a tremble in her voice that usually wasn't there, and you had to wonder if she asked the question in hopes that you weren't seeing anyone.

"No, no hot date. I actually…" Shit, now it was your turn to get all tongue-tied. "Well, I mean…I thought we could have dinner downtown here and really celebrate your big surgery."

"Oh!" There was a bit of shock in her voice. "I mean last night was perfect. You don't have to take me to dinner, after everything you did."

You raked your hands through your hair again. It was a bad nervous habit, that served as a distraction while you tried to think of something to say. This time there was nothing clever that came to mind. "What if I want to take you to dinner?"

The corner of her lip picked up on the right side of her face, that was the first sign she gave, telling you that she liked the idea. It got you excited that she might just agree, to the plan you had, but then it seemed like she was getting into her head, as she took a moment to think about your offer. "You know what?" It wasn't really a question, so you remained quiet. "Dinner sounds amazing, but only on one condition." You cocked a brow at her, silently asking what that was. "I get to buy."

"Oh no, I asked you out." Oh shit, that came out wrong, you didn't mean it to sound like you'd asked her out on a date, that for sure would scare her away. "Besides my mom would kill me if she found out I let you pay," you quickly added hoping that it would cover up your blunder.

"Hmm," she mused. "I guess we'll just have to see who has the quicker hands when the check comes then." That sure sounded like a yes to you.

"You're on, but I plan on winning."

"We'll see," she said as she headed out the door of the training room. "Now, let me see if I can remember how to get out of here." She led the way out to the car and you only had to direct her one time, which was pretty good considering it took you a week to find your way around the place.

The restaurant was one of the finest Dallas had to offer, and one of the main reasons why you didn't want (Y/N) paying, though you were sure that wouldn't deter her from trying. Being that you weren't sure if (Y/N) was going to say yes to dinner, you didn't have a reservation, though when you slipped the maître d a hundred-dollar bill and your name; you were suddenly shown the nicest table in the place, one that was quiet and out of the way. Conversation between you and (Y/N) flowed easily, as did the wine, though you made sure not to drink too much as you'd be driving the two of you home. It also helped you grab the check when the waiter brought it at the end of the night.

"That's not fair." (Y/N) chided as your long arms reached out and snagged the leather pouch out of the man's hands, who looked a bit taken back by the action.

"You said whoever had the fastest hands."

"Yes, but I clearly had more wine than you, which limited my ability, and now I'm convinced you did that on purpose." She was always so adorable when she pouted, but right now you just wanted to kiss those pursed lips and you were having a hard time holding yourself back from doing just that.

"One of us needed to drive home, but you didn't protest when I poured that last glass."

"Well, it clearly didn't help my motor skills that's for sure. Though please mark it down, that I am paying next time." Next time? So, she planned on going out with you again. You were making more headway than you thought.

You decided to forge ahead while she was in such a good mood, as you were coming close to running out of excuses for the two of you to get together. "And when would this next time be?"

"Um, I'll have to check my schedule, but maybe I could cook you dinner next week. You know as maybe a thank you for helping me." She sat there across from you with this shy little smile playing across her lips. The look all too tantalizing, for it was doing things that it shouldn't to your nether regions.

"Dinner at your place huh? Sounds like an offer I can't refuse." You paid the bill and then the two of you headed out. The drive back was fun, as the two of you continued with your flirtatious banter the whole way home. When you turned onto your street, disappointment reared its ugly head as the night was coming to an end. You wanted to spend more time with her. Hell, if you were being realistic you want her to fall asleep in your arms again so you could hold her all night long. You pulled into the garage, then got out of the car to help (Y/N) out.

"Thanks for everything today, Jame. Including dinner which I was supposed to pay for."

"You know I can run some drills with you to sharpen your hand-eye coordination if you want." There were also some other drills you'd like to be doing with her in the bedroom.

"Well, I may just take you up on that." The two of you were standing in the driveway, not knowing how to end the night. If this was truly a date, you'd walk her home and maybe kiss her, but would she smack you if you tried that now? "I should be getting home. Thanks again for everything." She started down the drive, walking at a leisurely pace.

"Hey (Y/NN)," you called out and she turned back towards you as you trotted up beside her. "Can I walk you home?" She gave you a curious look, and it did sound rather funny considering she lived only two doors down, but you weren't ready for your time with her to end just yet.

You were just about to stumble through how it was just for safety, when she said, "Sure." You smiled at her and the two of you started the extremely short walk to her house. "You know, tonight was a lot of fun."

"Yeah, it really was." You wanted to say it reminded you of old times, but you didn't want to bring up the bad ones that also went with that. "We should do it more often."

"I'd like that." (Y/N) was shocking you at every turn tonight and you weren't sure what mystical force was in the air but you prayed that it didn't go away and make her hate you again. A comfortable silence fell over you both, it was one that you had with her long ago, though back then it was as if you could read each other thoughts. Now, you weren't sure what was going on in that complex mind of hers but if it continued to lead her on a path towards you; you weren't going to question it.

You were just about to her front door, and damn if that didn't feel as if the two of you were speed walking over, even though you were strolling at a leisurely pace. Again, you searched for something so that you wouldn't have to leave her company just yet. "Hey, how's your patient doing? The one who's leg you saved."

"Really great actually. I stopped in right before I left. He's got a long road ahead of him, but he was in really good spirits today."

"All because of you."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"I would." She blushed at the compliment, as you finally made it to the front door.

"Well, this is me." She said with a cute little smile and a shrug of her shoulder.

There was really nothing more you could say to keep you at her front door, so you found yourself saying, "I guess my duty is fulfilled…now that you're safe at home and all."

"So it seems." Was that a hint of reluctance you heard in her voice? Was she as sad to see the night end as you were? "Thanks again, Jame. It was fun." She entered the code to get in the house, unlocking the door and opening it. What she did next almost had you falling over, as she went up on her toes and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Goodnight, Jame."

A smile so bright, it could've lit up all of Dallas, appeared on your face, and she ducked inside right as you said. "Goodnight, (Y/NN)." As soon as the door closed, you pressed a hand to your cheek making sure that what had just happened was real and not something that you imagined. It had been real alright, and you felt like you were fifteen again, all giddy at the thought that the girl you liked, liked you back.

Thank goodness, you only lived two doors down as you don't remember how you got back inside your own home, but there you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror grinning like a fool as you looked at the spot (Y/N) had just kissed. Now more than ever, you couldn't wait to see her again. Unfortunately, you had no excuse to call her this time or no definite date of when you'd see her again, just a promise that the two of you would have dinner again soon. While you looked forward to that, you wished that it would be happening sooner rather than later. You'd just have to come up with a plan.

It seemed fate had your back this time though, as the following evening found her knocking on your door. "I hate to do this, but can I come in?" (Y/N) asked as she stood outside in the pouring rain, looking like a drowned rat. Well, maybe not a rat, but a very cute wet puppy for sure.

"Yeah, sure." You said stepping aside as a loud crack of thunder sounded in the air.

"I'm sorry to do this, but the code to the house isn't working and I left my phone, and my bag, at Jessi's when I was taking out her stitches." She stood there dripping wet in your foyer. "If I could just use your phone to call her, I'll run back over there."

"Run? Where's your car?"

"Locked, in the garage. I didn't realize it was going to storm and had just walked over there. I was almost home when it started."

"Let me grab you a towel." You went and grabbed one out of the guest bathroom downstairs, then handed it to her to dry off. "I'll call Jess for you, but you're not running back over there. I'll drive you."

She gave you a smile, before toweling off her hair. "Thank you."

You went to the kitchen to grab your phone and call your soon to be sister-in-law. "Hey, Jess."

"Hey, Chubbs, what's up?" Jess replied.

"(Y/N) locked herself out of the house and I guess she left her stuff at your place. I was going to drive her over so she could get it if that's ok."

There was silence on the other end of the phone and you were wondering if the two of you got disconnected or something with the storm. "Hmmm," she finally mumbled. "I'm going to do you a huge favor here and tell you I'm not home, even though I totally am."

"What?"

"You know I love you, but you're so dense sometimes." How were you the one that was dumb when she didn't make any sense? "Tell (Y/N) that I had to run to a friend's house and you're not sure when I'll be home with the storm. That way the two of you can spend a little more time together."

"Oh," you said as you finally caught on to her plan.

"You owe me one. Tell her I'll call you when I get back, which probably won't be for a while." You'd take all the time that you could get with (Y/N). "If you don't answer, I'll take that as a good sign." You could almost see her winking at you through the phone.

"Thank Jess. You're literally the best."

"I know," she quipped back, then hung up the phone.

You went back out to where (Y/N) was standing in your entryway. "Apparently, Jess took off to a friend's house the minute you left. She said she's didn't realize you left your stuff or she would've dropped it off. She's going to call when she gets back, but it's going to be a bit with the storm."

"Oh," (Y/N) stood there a little shocked, not knowing what to do. "Well, maybe if I go try the code again it will work."

Another crack of thunder, with streaks of lightning, filled the sky. "(Y/N), you are not going back over there in the rain. Just stay here until the storm dies down. They usually pass pretty quick." But then again, sometimes they didn't and this was one you were hoping would stick around for at least a few more hours.

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