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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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The Photoshoot (Part 25)

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Cillian Murphy

A/N: From now on, we will start with the time jumps, the first part of the story runs by the end of June, then you will notice the legend it switches to July when they do the play at the Galway International Arts Festival, and talking about plays… take a look at this post for my upcoming story! 💙

Cillian held the yellow envelope between his fingers, his heart rate wasn’t normal, he hadn’t been this nervous since God knows when.

For weeks, he held his feelings back over this, he pushed the little excitement he was growing through to the back of his mind because it didn’t feel totally right.

How could he be happy over a baby he was having with another woman, when Yael was just right next to him? When she had been the most supportive person in the room?

Slowly, he turned it around and he opened the envelope.

But deep down, a part of him also knew he had the right to be happy over this. This was his baby after all…

His lawyer had been the main bridge between Erin and him, which made everything easier, they didn’t need to talk to each other, he wasn’t attending the checkups with her, he just got a medical report back to make sure everything was alright, he wouldn’t be with her at the time of birth. He needed to be congruent between his feelings and his thoughts, it might seem cruel to decide to not support his ex during labor, but what was he supposed to do? Hold her hand while she pushed his baby? No, the less contact they could have for now, it would be the best for everybody.

But this time, his lawyer asked if he wanted to see a scan of the baby, and without thinking, Cillian found himself nodding. The baby was a little over 16 weeks now… and as he held the scan between his trembling fingers, his free hand had to quiet down his gasp, his eyes filled with tears and an unknown feeling swept all over him. The realization that he would be a father hit harder than ever. This was an indescribable moment for him as his eyes tried to identify the silhouette in black and white. He could easily identify the head and little nose and he wasn’t able to hold his emotions any longer.

This baby was a part of him regardless of the situation and circumstances.

To say he wasn’t happy, it would be a lie, but he felt like he had been hiding his feelings in order to not hurt Yael with this any more than the necessary. In a matter of months, he would be able to finally meet his baby face to face. And now, thinking about it, he wanted to be the best father he could, he would try his best effort to have a kind -but distant- relationship with his child’s mother.

Yael and him had been watching online some things they might need to have for when the baby came to visit them, they both agreed they would wait until they had found a house to make the shopping, that way he would only decorate one room.

His thumb outlined his baby’s face on the scan making him think of how little this creature was. He was so focused on the image, that he didn’t realize Yael had been calling for him until she leaned in over his shoulder.

“Fuck, you scared me.” He admitted earning a chuckle.

“I mean yeah, I still need to do my makeup, but don’t be so mean.” She joked.

Cillian opened his arm for her, as she sat on his lap, her arm went around his neck, his around her back.

“It’s so big already… I think it’s your cute little nose there.” She admitted kissing the tip of his nose, easing the tension he thought there might be.

Taking a look at the scan her heart was divided, part of her felt happy for Cillian, but she couldn’t help and wonder if she would get to have a joy like this with him. She wanted to, though.

“My lawyer brought the agreement and the scan.”

“She signed it?” Her gaze looking straight at him.

Cillian nodded. “Without any trouble, from month 3, we can have the baby a couple of times over the week, short period of times first to see how it goes, then it can be longer.”

“That is much better than I was expecting.” She was surprised by the maturity of the other side. Given the circumstances, Cillian could have gotten a once a week visit for one hour and a half. “You own your lawyer something big.”

Scout started barking by the door.

“I guess that’s my call to take him outside.” Reluctantly, Yael got up from his lap, but in a swift motion, Cillian caught her by the waist to make her sit on him again. “Why is that smile?” She loved to see the little lines around his eyes when he was truly happy about something.

“Do you want to know what it is?” Yael saw him biting his lip.

Her hands clasped over her mouth, excitement running through her. She nodded eagerly.

“It’s a boy.” Cillian whispered not fully believing this was happening.

“Oh my God! A boy!” She hugged him tightly, her lips all over his face. “Congratulations daddy!”

“Apparently the sex can change over the curse of the pregnancy.”

“And he’s healthy, that’s the most important thing.” She sighed.

For a few seconds they both stared at the scan. Making them feel all kind of emotions over that baby, it felt like something oblivious to them also, not being able to fully live the pregnancy themselves, it was almost as if they were just watching a movie, having only tiny bits of this baby.

“Why do I have a feeling you are over excited there’s a little willy in there?”

Cillian let out the loudest laugh she had ever heard, he couldn’t stop laughing, giving away he was, indeed pleased that it was a boy. “Hey, you can’t be as rough as you are with your nephews.” She had seen him playing with his siblings’ kids, and sometimes she worried the kids would end up in the emergency room. He thought they were made out of an elastic band.

“I can’t promise you anything baby.”

Yael looked at him shocked. “His mother will sue you!” But he laughed again.

At least she had a few more months to help him play softer with the kids, maybe he should start playing with the girls in the Murphy family instead of helping the boys doing somersaults.

“Do you want to go out for dinner?”

Kissing his lips with loud noises, Yael smiled against his mouth. “Only if we get the dessert to go.”

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July 2014…

Yael had seen Cillian during the rehearsals for Ballyturk, she already knew every time he would talk, every move he would make, even some of his lines. But seeing him perform onstage, it was entirely something else, it blew her mind every time she poked her head from behind the curtains, it reminded her of the ballet recitals she used to do when she was a little girl. Her heart was racing so fast as she watched the room began to fill one more night. She had seen all the hard work he put into this play, just like he did for his role of Peaky Blinders, and she couldn’t be any more proud of him.

The Cara magazine was selling good, she already had her copy, just like the previous So it goes magazine, which was the first sold out issue, it was a nice surprise, but of course with a presence like his, it would be hard to try and resist the temptation of buying it. She was so proud of both covers.

The Galway International Arts Festival was the first stop of the play, and also the first time she saw him performing onstage. Part of his family was there that night, they would all go out for dinner after the play, and just like every night, she went to take her seat, this time next to his sisters and their families.

“Since you are around, he’s being a little bit more open about this.” Orla told her.

“What do you mean?” Yael took the sleepy baby in her arms, so she could turn off her cellphone.

Sile moved forwards to talk to them. “He never wants us to come and see him perform.”

“Why not?” Yael was confused at this little behind the scenes moment of Cillian.

Sile shuddered. “Who knows? He’s just different now that you are around.”

“Well, he didn’t want me to come either, if that’s any consolation to you, I had to blackmail him.”

“I like you already.” Sean, Sile’s boyfriend smiled at her.

“You know him, he’s super private and shy.”

He was, but magically, once he was onstage he transformed into a beast performing, totally in his element, he became someone else. Yael learned the contrast of the introvert person he was when other people were around, but not when the lights goes off and they lift the curtain.

“Today they had a couple of kids, they were actually teenagers, volunteers for UNICEF and they got to meet them and see the rehearsal earlier.” Yael smiled at his sisters. “It was so exciting to see how eager they are to help the community.”

She showed them a few shots she got.

“I bet he prefers that over any interview.”

Yael smiled at the thought, Cill was a little apprehensive at the beginning, it was so easy to read his body language, his hands inside his pockets, trying to protect himself, he was extremely shy around strangers, but later he started to warm up to the students, he was kind all the time to them, but there was his constant introvert armor, trying hide in the back of the room.

“Look at that, he’s even smiling.” Sile pointed out.

But in the end, he enjoyed just like everyone else, and the group had a great time. She waved at one of the girls that were with the group.

“We are celebrating our anniversary next month, Yael could you take some photographs of us?” Orla asked her as the lights started to go down.

“Absolutely.”

It was so hard to put into words what she felt when Cillian was performing. By now she learned so well the routine he had before going out on stage, the way he drank some tea or just water with lemon and honey to warm his throat. He liked to concentrate on his lines and she respected so much his space, she was usually around the rehearsals, but once he went to his dressing room before the play, she would go to take her seat, or have a chat with Enda or any of the people who worked at the festival.

Tonight, Enda had asked her to get a few photos of the play, they needed material for the upcoming interviews they would have, and knowing Cillian’s reaction, he preferred to not know when he had his picture taken, she preferred it that way too, it allowed her to caught him completely into the role, not caring about his photo being taken.

So Yael made her way to the adjacent stairs and gave the guard a shy smile, he knew she was around by now and immediately opened the door for her, she loved having free access to anyplace.

The Galway’s Town Hall Theatre had all the dates for the festival sold out, it was an incredible energy over there.

Taking her place backstage, she changed the lens of her camera for a bigger one, it would help her with the constant movement of the actors onstage, so the images wouldn’t be blurry.

She simply loved capturing his essence, he was so transparent, so easy to work with.

Cillian blew her mind away with the passion he gave to his character.

She had seen some of his movies, like Breakfast on Pluto or The wind that shakes the Barley, but there was nothing like seen him performing onstage.

Moving along the corridor, she got another shot.

There was magic in his words and eyes.

She pressed the shutter one last time.

He owned the stage.

By the end of the night, Cillian was covered in sweat. After an outstanding performance, his heart rate was beating so fast, the lights blinded him for a moment and he couldn’t feel any more grateful to hear the public clapping. After an emotional rollercoaster performance, he felt like every laugh, every cry and every second of the play was worth it.

Looking to his right, there she was, his biggest supporter.

Yael blew him a kiss from her place between the curtains.

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Opening the door of his dressing room, a round of cheering welcomed him, of course it had to be his noisy sisters, ready to embarrass him.

“Can’t you two keep it down?” He rolled his eyes at Orla and Sile, at each side of him.

“That was bloody amazing.”

“I laughed so hard.” Sile looked at Yael. “Why didn’t you tell us he would be in his underwear?”

Blushing, Yael shuddered. “I didn’t want to spoil the fun for you.”

“It’s a shame I couldn’t snap a picture.”

“Oh, stop it…” He looked at his brothers in law. “Can’t you do something about them?”

Evan, Orla’s husband looked at Yael. “I don’t know, can you do something about him? There’s no case.”

Cillian laughed, they all three looked so much alike. “Lucky you’re married already.” He was in a great mood. Yael moved next to him, and his arm immediately linked around her waist. “Shall we go now? I’m starving.”

As the group was about to leave, Enda called for Cillian.

“Think you can give me five minutes? There’s a group of people waiting for you outside the venue.”

Cillian looked at Yael, she looked at him with a tender smile and he knew what she was thinking. She turned around to his siblings. “Why don’t you guys go ahead? We’ll reach you at the restaurant in a few minutes.”

“No personal photos please, just signing the flyers.”

“They know already.”

Tickling his ribs, Yael asked him: “I know you’re tired, but think these people love your work and support your career.”

“Fine, the autographs and a little chat.” He groaned.

She smiled at him. “If you gave me your autograph… where would you sign it?” She asked in a low voice, Enda walked behind them.

Cillian stopped on his tracks and looking at her with a flirty look in his eyes, he got close to her ear and told her exactly where.

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teaandfiction-28 · 2 years

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Happy Saturday! 💛

Thank you to everyone who took the time to cast their votes and, if you head on over to AO3 or Wattpad, the latest chapter will reveal what song Hank and Kate had their first dance to 🥰

Unfortunately nobody guessed correctly but there were a few responses that were *so* good that I felt they absolutely deserved a mention!

⇢ Run To You by Leah Michele [karaah_charles] ⇢ One Man Band by Old Dominion [Carlee Nuber] ⇢ At Last by Etta James [indelibletraces]

All three of these options simply *screamed* Hank and Kate and, if you’ve read both Perfect Storm and Brand New Day, I’m sure you’ll be in total agreement!

So, as promised, I have included a list of prompts below for the three ‘winners’ to choose from and, if you’d like to submit your choices, I’ll write you a short one-shot based H&K’s story so far!

Just pick one number, one letter and one emoji combination.

🏖 - The beach ⛓ - The cage 🗄 - The district 🛁 - The bathroom 🚙 - The car 🎉 - A party 🍷 - A bar/ club 🔫 - The shooting range ✈️ - An aeroplane 🏒 - A hockey game ___________________

A. Alexis B. Trudy C. Kevin D. Antonio E. Jay F. Erin G. Hailey H. Sam I. Daniel J. Alvin ___________________

1. "Stay here.” 2. “No, don’t look at me like that.” 3. "A hello would've been nice." 4. “I won’t leave.” 5. “It can’t be that bad...can it?” 6. “What’s so funny?” 7. “Wait, what?” 8. “Never underestimate me.” 9. “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” 10. “You did what?”

#hvbnd #hvos

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Mon[day] 10 October 1836

7 35/..

11 1/2

No kiss ver[y] rainy morn[in]g - ready in 3/4 h[ou]r - as long as if I h[a]d regul[arl]y undress[e]d and dress[e]d ag[ai]n – b[u]t I mere[l]y wash[e]d

and made mys[elf] comf[orta]ble as well as I c[oul]d and chang[e]d my pelisse – w[e]nt to my a[un]t at 8 20/.. - the h[ou]sem[ai]d h[a]d sat

up till 4 a.m. and Oddy h[a]d h[a]d no sleep - my a[un]t h[a]d been restless all the night and h[a]d been up 3 ti[me]s s[in]ce

I h[a]d left h[e]r - still restless, and w[oul]d be g[o]t up 3 ti[me]s fr[om] my go[in]g to h[e]r at 8 20/.. to my go[in]g d[o]wn to br[eak]f[a]st at 9 10/.. - I h[a]d lift[e]d

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Oct[obe]r

h[e]r int[o] bed ag[ai]n the 1st of the 3 ti[me]s w[i]thout her seem[in]g incommod[e]d - the 2[n]d and 3[r]d ti[me] Oddy th[ou]ght it best for me to lift h[e]r

should[e]rs whi[le] the oth[e]r rais[e]d her legs – aft[e]r the 3[r]d ti[me] of gett[in]g up she seem[e]d so exhaust[e]d I th[ou]ght she w[a]s gone

b[u]t she rall[ie]d bef[ore] I w[e]nt to br[eak]f[a]st – perh[aps] I w[a]s so m[u]ch as 20 min[utes] at br[eak]f[a]st - Firth the glaz[ie]r br[ou]ght his bill –

Let[ter] to L[ad]y S- [Stuart]

‘Shibd[e]n hall – Mon[day] ev[enin]g 10 Oct[obe]r 1836 . Surely, my d[ea]r[e]st L[ad]y St[uar]t, you are still w[i]th

‘Vere, and, I hope, m[u]ch the bet[ter] for all h[e]r k[i]nd attent[io]ns, and for the change of air –

‘I trust the weath[e]r h[a]s been bet[ter] w[i]th you than w[i]th us, and that you, at least, and those ar[oun]d

‘you, ha[ve] n[o]t suff[ere]d fr[om] this sickly season - you will n[o]t be surpris[e]d to hear that my

‘poor dear a[un]t is no mo[re] - For the last week her suff[erin]gs ha[ve] seem[e]d to

‘decrease w[i]th her str[en]gth, and she expir[e]d, at five min[ute]s past one this aft[ernoo]n, so

‘quiet[l]y that I w[a]s hardly aware of it at the mom[en]t - my gr[eate]st anx[iet]y is remov[e]d - its

‘remov[a]l is a bless[in]g to her, b[u]t w[i]th me it leaves a strange feel[in]g of bereavem[en]t –

‘Vere will excuse my writ[in]g just now - you will tell h[e]r that I am well, and

‘alw[a]ys, d[ea]r[e]st L[ad]y St[uar]t, ver[y] truly and ver[y] affect[ionatel]y yours A. [Anne] Lister’

for the lead pip[in]g (the 2[n]d batch) and A- [Ann] p[ai]d h[i]m £59.11.0 in gold exc[ept] one £5 count[r]y note –

I h[a]d s[e]nt John Booth at nine for Mr. Jubb and he ca[me] ab[ou]t 10 or 10 10/.. - my a[un]t h[a]d been up wh[ile]

I w[a]s at br[eak]f[a]st and w[a]s gett[in]g up ag[ai]n as I w[e]nt b[a]ck int[o] the r[oo]m at 9 1/2 b[u]t Oddy and I lift[e]d h[e]r gent[l]y

b[a]ck int[o] bed, and she soon beca[me] mo[re] settl[e]d - by 10 she seem[e]d quiet and compos[e]d, and Mr.

Jubb as he sat by her bedside s[ai]d (at 10 20/..) that her pulse w[a]s gone – h[e]r f[ee]t were gett[in]g

cold - I told h[i]m she w[a]s warm all ov[e]r an h[ou]r bef[ore] - she nev[e]r attempt[e]d to get out of

bed aft[e]r 10 - Mr. Jubb sat by h[e]r 1/4 h[ou]r or 20 min[ute]s – tri[e]d to gi[ve] her brandy and wat[e]r b[u]t

she c[oul]d n[o]t swal[low] it - he s[ai]d if we c[oul]d keep her m[ou]th moist, it w[oul]d be a relief to her

b[u]t wh[a]t c[oul]d we do - the last th[in]g she took (and that w[i]th diffic[ult]y) w[a]s a jelly ab[ou]t noon yest[erda]y

I took Mr. Jubb d[o]wn to see A- [Ann] m[u]ch bet[ter] - now wants good nourish[in]g th[in]gs to get up her

str[en]gth - Cookson bet[ter] – go[in]g on well – m[u]st ta[ke] bark (quinine) - Sarah the kitchen m[ai]d

n[o]t so well this morn[in]g – m[u]ch fev[e]r – ver[y] lucky we s[e]nt h[e]r ho[me] - at 10 50/.. Oddy call[e]d me

(Matty h[a]d been w[i]th my a[un]t s[in]ce 9 1/2 a.m.) she and Matty th[ou]ght my a[un]t go[in]g - Mr. Jubb w[e]nt

up w[i]th me and st[ai]d till 10 55/.. when I s[ai]d that as he c[oul]d do no good I w[oul]d n[o]t detain him - he

th[ou]ght my poor a[un]t c[oul]d n[o]t contin[ue] ver[y] long - she breath[e]d ag[ai]n and contin[ue]d breath[in]g rath[e]r short

b[u]t pret[ty] eq[uall]y and n[o]t ver[y] loud - A- [Ann] call[e]d me d[o]wn ab[ou]t 12 1/2 to sp[ea]k to Mr. Husb[an]d - the hall clos[e]t door

h[a]d co[me] op[e]n and left the wine to the mercy of the workmen - Mr. Husb[an]d help[e]d me to move the

19 bot[tle]s left there of the York port w[hi]ch I put in the store-r[oo]m - I h[a]d just done when A- [Ann] ca[me] for

me, and I w[a]s just in ti[me] to see my poor a[un]t in her last mom[en]t of life in this world –

it w[a]s just 5 min[ute]s fr[om] my ret[ur]n upst[ai]rs to her breath[in]g h[e]r last at 1 5/.. p.m. - for an inst[an]t

her mouth h[a]d an express[io]n of pain, b[u]t that express[io]n w[a]s gone ere the last breath escap[e]d –

there w[a]s a slight catch b[u]t no groan or sigh - the last intellig[i]ble words were (last night)

‘I dont kno[w] wh[a]t to do’ and this morn[in]g (I th[in]k it w[a]s) ‘I m[u]st go out’ - my a[un]t h[a]d spoken

my a[un]t’s d[ea]th

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sev[era]l ti[me]s yes[terda]y ev[enin]g and this morn[in]g b[u]t n[o]t intellig[i]bly - I sh[oul]d suppo[se] she h[a]d n[o]t mo[re] pain than m[o]st

necess[ar]y accomp[an]y the increas[in]g of breath[in]g as d[ea]th appr[oa]ches - her count[enan]ce w[a]s tranq[ui]l when

the vital spark w[a]s gone - Matty w[a]s at din[ner] and on[l]y Oddy and I pres[en]t - my a[un]t remind[e]d me of my

a[un]t Martha - I w[e]nt int[o] the r[oo]m at 6 50/.. p.m. w[i]th Matty - the knees were n[o]t qui[te] str[ai]ght nor the lips

clos[e]d - the latt[e]r c[oul]d n[o]t close for the upp[e]r teeth - it w[a]s the sa[me] w[i]th my a[un]t Martha - A- [Ann] h[a]d sat by me

so[me] ti[me] this morn[in]g in my a[un]t’s r[oo]m b[u]t d[i]d n[o]t stay whi[le] Mr. Jubb w[a]s there - she h[a]s exert[e]d hers[elf]

and done ver[y] well - took h[e]r out and we walk[e]d on the flags 1/4 h[ou]r till 2 - then h[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d

ga[ve] ord[e]rs for the hall to be board[e]d up and made decent by Sat[urday] aft[ernoo]n - the fun[era]l to be on Mon[day] –

then h[a]d Rob[er]t Mann (Rob[er]t + 4 today) (in the gard[e]n) and ga[ve] h[i]m ord[e]rs for tomor[row] - the gard[ene]r and Hemingway the Wyke gard[ene]r who ca[me] to sp[ea]k to me yest[erday] morn[in]g – h[a]d beg[u]n this morn[in]g tak[in]g off the sod fr[om] the intended back Lodge road –

told Rob[er]t to look aft[e]r them - to see that the road w[a]s right set out, etc etc – Ingh[a]m and his man

and boy at topp[in]g up the dry arch walls - Mark Hepw[or]th and Binns 2 one h[or]se carts cart[in]g stuff

addit[iona]l fr[om] the hall floor and fr[om] n[ea]r the west tow[e]r – fr[om] 2 50/.. to 4 walk[e]d (up and d[o]wn fr[om] the hut

to the rustic chair many ti[me]s) in the walk, mus[in]g - I rem[em]b[e]r my feel[in]gs on the loss of my unc[le] –

the d[ea]th of my fath[e]r is qui[te] recent – b[u]t my a[un]t is the last of the last generat[io]n - she w[a]s alw[a]ys

good and k[i]nd to me - none will ev[e]r th[in]k so high[l]y of me - none w[a]s mo[re] interest[e]d in my interest –

none ............. I th[ou]ght till the tears start[e]d - my head beg[a]n to ache, and I ca[me] in to wr[ite] let[ter]s –

chang[e]d my pelisse etc - a few min[ute]s w[i]th A- [Ann] at my desk at 4 40/.. and wr[ote] quick[l]y the let[ter]

to L[ad]y S- [Stuart] (vid[e] line 4 et seq. of the last p[age]) - then w[e]nt and sat by A- [Ann] and wr[ote] the oth[e]r 3 let[ter]s

w[i]th less ease bec[ause] she talk[e]d to me - ‘Shibd[e]n hall – Mon[day] ev[enin]g 10 Oct[obe]r 1836. I th[in]k,

‘my d[ea]r[e]st Mary, I ha[ve] n[o]t yet thank[e]d you for your kind, useful let[ter] of the 22[n]d of last m[on]th - I

‘rem[em]b[e]r you told me, you were go[in]g int[o] Devonsh[ire] on the 27th ult[imo], and w[oul]d n[o]t be ver[y]

‘long away - I sh[oul]d, at any rate, ha[ve] giv[e]n you a fortn[i]ght – Perh[aps] you ha[ve] at this mom[en]t your

‘h[ou]se full of comp[an]y - ours is ag[ai]n in mourn[in]g - my a[un]t’s suff[erin]gs seem to ha[ve] decreas[e]d w[i]th

‘h[e]r str[en]gth for the last week, yet the fatal change d[i]d n[o]t pos[itivel]y app[ea]r to be tak[in]g place

‘till ab[ou]t noon yest[erday], fr[om] w[hi]ch ti[me] to ab[ou]t nine this morn[in]g she w[a]s restless, w[i]thout, howev[e]r,

‘seem[in]g to be in g[rea]t pain – Fr[om] ab[ou]t 10, she w[a]s ver[y] quiet, and, at five min[ute]s aft[e]r one, breath[e]d

‘last so gent[l]y, that I w[a]s n[o]t, at the mom[en]t, qui[te] cert[ai]n she w[a]s gone, and that h[e]r place sh[oul]d kno[w]

‘her no mo[re] - the last of the last generat[io]n is now swept away - Mary! you, and I, and those we

‘love, m[u]st now st[a]nd forem[o]st in the gap - you kno[w] how good and k[i]nd my poor a[un]t alw[a]ys w[a]s to

‘me - she h[a]s n[o]t liv[e]d to profit by the alterat[io]ns be[g]an so soon, on h[e]r acc[oun]t and at h[e]r own req[ue]st –

‘the h[ou]se is in sad uproar - this ma[ke]s it look mo[re] lorn, and casts a deeper shade over our

‘bereavem[en]t - we shall exp[ec]t you at the end of the m[on]th – sure[l]y we shall then be mo[re] ab[le] to gi[ve] you

‘the comm[o]n comf[or]ts of home - Cookson is laid up - the kitchen m[ai]d is gone away ill - the h[ou]sekeep[e]r

‘we h[a]d hir[e]d, died, d[i]d I n[o]t tell you? very sudd[enl]y, a few days bef[ore] she ought to ha[ve] co[me] - God

‘bless you, Mary – alw[a]ys ver[y] espec[iall]y and aff[ectionatel]y yours AL- [Anne Lister]’

232

1836

Oct[obe]r

‘Shibd[e]n hall – Mon[day] ev[enin]g 10 Oct[obe]r 1836 - my d[ea]r Mar[ia]n - you w[oul]d supp[ose], fr[om] my n[o]t writ[in]g ag[ai]n,

‘that my a[un]t contin[ue]d m[u]ch of the sa[me] state as when I wr[ote] to you last – H[e]r suff[erin]gs app[eare]d to

‘decrease w[i]th h[e]r str[en]gth, b[u]t we h[a]d no reas[o]n to suppo[se] she m[i]ght n[o]t ha[ve] contin[ue]d long[e]r, till ab[ou]t

‘yest[erday] noon, or afternoon, when h[e]r str[en]gth seem[e]d fail[in]g fast[e]r than it h[a]d done bef[ore] - she took

‘a jelly at noon w[i]th diff[icult]y, the last th[in]g she d[i]d take - she h[a]d a rest[le]ss night, b[u]t d[i]d n[o]t seem to

‘be in gr[ea]t pain – Fr[om] 8 to 10 this morn[in]g, she w[oul]d be g[o]t out of bed half a doz[e]n ti[me]s – aft[e]r this, she

‘beca[me] more quiet, and breath[e]d h[e]r last at 5 min[ute]s past one, so gent[l]y that I w[a]s n[o]t qui[te] cert[ai]n, at

‘the mom[en]t, that all w[a]s ov[e]r - the sad state of confus[io]n the h[ou]se is in, on[l]y adds to our melanch[ol]y –

‘our rem[em]b[ran]ces to your fr[ie]nd, and love to yours[elf], and bel[ieve] me, my d[ea]r Mar[ia]n, alw[a]ys affect[ionatel]y yours AL [Anne Lister]’ –

‘Shibd[e]n hall – Mon[day] ev[enin]g 10 Oct[obe]r 1836 - My d[ea]r[e]st Isabella – aft[e]r my a[un]t’s long and severe

‘suff[eri]ngs, you will n[o]t be surpris[e]d to hear of h[e]r release - she h[a]s been rapid[l]y losing str[en]gth for the

‘last w[ee]k, and this aft[ernoo]n, at five min[ute]s p[a]st one, expir[e]d so gent[l]y, I w[a]s scarce[l]y aware, at the

‘mom[en]t, that all w[a]s ov[e]r - the sad confus[io]n the h[ou]se is in, on[l]y adds to our melanch[ol]y - alas!

‘she for wh[o]m the alterat[io]ns were so hurr[ie]d on, h[a]s n[o]t liv[e]d to benefit by them! we sh[oul]d ha[ve]

‘ask[e]d you to co[me] now, b[u]t we ha[ve] hard[l]y r[oo]m for ours[elves], or peop[le] to do the work we are in absol[u]te

‘need of - Cookson is laid up - the kitchen m[ai]d is gone ho[me] ill - the h[ou]sekeep[e]r is dead –

‘we ha[ve] on[l]y the strange that is, the newly-co[me] h[ou]sem[ai]d and char wom[a]n - we are expect[in]g

‘Mrs. Lawt[o]n at the end of the m[on]th, if we can manage it - can you tell us of any

‘trusty pers[o]n to co[me] and help us – Gi[ve] my love to Mr. and Mrs. Duffin, and tell them of our trouble –

‘my gr[ea]t anx[iet]y is gone; b[u]t it is a gr[ea]t bereavem[en]t - Love to Charlotte – Ev[e]r ver[y] faith[full]y

‘and affect[ionatel]y yours AL [Anne Lister]’ - at 6 50/.. and h[a]d seal[e]d and giv[e]n A- [Ann] for the Let[ter] bag my let[ter] to ‘the honourable

‘Lady Stuart Brafield h[ou]se Oulney Bucks’ - to ‘Mrs. Lawton, Lawton hall, Lawton,

Cheshire’ to ‘Miss Marian Lister M[arke]t Weighton’ and to ‘Miss Norcliffe, Petergate, York’

w[e]nt w[i]th Matty Pollard int[o] my a[un]t’s r[oo]m for 10 min[ute]s - How chang[e]d s[in]ce this morn[in]g! – s[ai]d Matty

‘a more respectab[le] Lady d[i]d n[o]t live anywhere here’ - all look[e]d solemn - I m[i]ght

ha[ve] s[ai]d ‘It is good for us to be here’ - It is a relief to me to ha[ve] writ[te]n my journ[a]l –

din[ner] at 7 – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs – fr[om] 8 1/2 to 9 55/.. wr[ote] all b[u]t the cop[y] of the let[ter] to L[ad]y S- [Stuart] w[hi]ch I wr[ote]

bef[ore] 6 3/4 – ver[y] rainy morn[in]g - fair b[u]t damp by 10 – ver[y] heavy show[e]r bet[ween] 11 and 12

or ab[ou]t 12 – ver[y] show[er]y morn[in]g - fine in aft[ernoo]n fr[om] ab[ou]t 1 p.m. a lit[tl]e rain in the ev[enin]g

ab[ou]t 7 p.m. and aft[er]w[ar]ds – F[ahrenheit] 49° at 10 p.m. – No[te] last night (print[e]d circular) fr[om] Mr. Ja[me]s Highley

by order of the committee to ann[oun]ce a meet[in]g on the 14th of the subscribers in aid of the ch[ur]ch rate

to determ[ine] as to the dispos[a]l of the Bal[an]ce of the subs[criptio]n –

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tossingwater · 2 years

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A–Z Book Recommendations

I Mean How Could I Not:

A: Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

B: Bad Lands by Jonathan Raban

C: Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

D: Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey

E: Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe

F: The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles

G: The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford

H: Hell’s Angels by Hunter S. Thompson

I: In Her Shoes by Jennifer Weiner

J: Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

K: The Kitchen God’s Wife by Amy Tan

L: Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry

M: Middlemarch by George Eliot

N: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

O: Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham

P: Pere Goriot by Honoré de Balzac

Q: The Quiet American by Graham Greene

R: Rabbit, Run by John Updike

S: She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb

T: The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

U: The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

V: A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan

W: Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

X: Roxana: Or, The Fortunate Mistress by Daniel Defoe (don’t hate me for this one, Roxana technically has an X in it and you should be reading Danie Defoe if you haven’t yet)

Y: The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

Z: Zombie by Joyce Carol Oates

You’re Welcome.

Peace Out,

Katie

#books #literature

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antifragi1e · 3 years

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starting to think that he also doesn't know what 369 means

#what if he just liked the number and it's like the new 28 or smth 😫#b quiet erin

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homebody-nobody · 2 years

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So imagine Kie bursting into the château one night after a particularly bad argument with her parents, she is crying and a bit of a mess. The issue is, JJ is the only one of the boys there, and he has a girl with him.

What happens?

The Chateau is more than just John B's house. It is JJ's first and only home. It is Kiara's refuge. It is Pope's escape. It is Sarah's dream. It is the place where they can all just go. A place to be. There are no worries in the Chateau, no responsibilities and no anxieties. There is golden light and greasy food and glorious laughter. There is quiet comfort and and silent understanding and nonverbal conversations. The Chateau is a character in their lives, just as much as they are to each other. They all love the old place, John B and JJ most of all.

It's Friday night, and not an eventful one. Kie has to work, and Pope is working on college admission essays, so it's up to JJ and John B to find whatever approximation of trouble encounters them first. Figure Eight sounds like an excellent place to start; however, John B is approximately 800% more boring with a girlfriend, so JJ has to go find his own fun.

The fun, as it happens, is named Erin.

JJ likes Erin. Or, at least, she'll do. And he's not a total asshole. He makes a frozen pizza and gives her a beer and clears the coffee table so they can watch a movie before he makes his intentions perfectly and respectfully clear. Allie and Noah are dancing under a streetlight and Erin's head is tilting toward JJ's shoulder when the front door opens with a momentous crash.

"You will not BELIEVE what Michael and Anna fucking SAID to me!"

Ah.

JJ curses under his breath and lifts his arm -- Erin leans forward and shifts to the side so he can get up. Kie is crashing around the kitchen, still yelling about the bullshit her kook parents have foisted upon her. In her defense, from what he's caught, bullshit seems to be a pretty accurate descriptor. She's chugged one beer and opened another by the time he makes it around the corner, leaning on the odd half-wall that partitions off the living room.

"Do you have any weed?" she asks as she turns to face him. There are tears rolling down her face.

"Fucking hell, Kie."

She swallows, backhands tears off her face, and takes another swig of cheap beer. More tears well up in her eyes. "I asked," she says, and her voice breaks. "If you have any weed."

"Of course I have weed." He doesn't move. Gives her about three more seconds.

She crosses the kitchen and slams into his chest, letting her sobs free from her chest. JJ's arms come up around her, one banding around her shoulders, the other around her waist. Kie tucks her face into his neck.

"Should I go?" Erin is peering around the corner, her jacket folded neatly over one arm.

Kie starts and tries to pull away but JJ holds on.

"Yes," he answers, even as Kie babbles apologies.

"I'll call --" she starts.

"Don't bother." He can feel Kie bite down on a smile against his shoulder. He holds her for a few moments longer, until the door opens and closes again. When Erin is gone, he asks; "Do you want Green Grocer or Girl Scout Cookies?"

Kie's voice is a quiet murmur. "Girl Scout Cookies."

#drabble #anon #answered #not my best but #i wanted to write something #jiara #obx #jiara fic #my writing

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study-coffee-chicago · 3 years

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Seasons of PD: Season 2: Will’s Back...and There’s a Bomb (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

Your age: 14

Jay's age: 28

Will's age: 30

"Spoke to Dad," Will said to Jay as the two brothers were sat in Jay's apartment sipping their respective beers. "Said you two barely talk. Said if it wasn't for Y/N, you probably wouldn't see him at all."

"I mean, he's not wrong." Jay shrugged.

"Care to elaborate on that?"

"Not really, but you should've been here. You should've been home. Mom was dyin'. You were off partyin'."

"You left," Will said as he set his beer down and leaned forward on the couch.

"I left to fight a war. I came home. And you know why that was?" he asked rhetorically. "It was because my humvee hit an IED and me and Mouse were the only two who survived! And because Mom was sick! I came back for Mom and I came back traumatized! Nothing bad even happened to you in New York and you left two fucking days after her funeral, man!"

Luckily Will hadn't been holding his beer or he would've dropped it right then and there. "Jay, I- I never knew it was so hard for you to come Stateside again."

"Forget it. You weren't there then, what makes me think you're gonna be here now? You're probably taking off in another few days anyway, am I right? Not even gonna go see Y/N? Even though she always wants help on her math homework from you and you don't even have the decency to answer her phone calls!"

"I'm sorry that I don't have my phone on me when I'm performing surgeries, Jay!"

Jay's phone rang, stopping the argument in its tracks. "Speak of the devil," Jay mumbled and then answered the call. "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"

"I don't understand this stupid homework," you groaned from your desk in your bedroom at home. "Why do I even need to know the equation of a line, anyway? It's not like I'm even gonna use it in life anyway."

"Y/N, like I've told you numerous times, I can help you if it's a single variable problem, but anything more than that, I forgot how to do it. Not really helping your teacher's case for actually using this in life, am I?"

"Yeah, not at all. I guess I'll just try and call Will...he's not gonna answer anyway, but I guess it's worth a shot."

"Wait, how about you FaceTime me?" Jay suggested.

"Why? You already admitted that you can't help me."

"Just do it."

"Okay, gimme a few minutes. I gotta switch devices."

"Oh yeah. You don't have an iPhone yet, only an iPod and a slide phone. Sucks to be you."

"Well, I'm sorry that I don't have a grown-up job and can buy my own stuff, Jay."

"And with buying your own stuff and having a grown-up job comes bills. So, be glad you can't legally work yet."

You rolled your eyes. "I'll call you back in a few minutes. And, whatever this is, better be able to help me with this homework since math is my first class tomorrow."

"It'll help. I promise."

"Hmmm, sure." Then, you hung up and switched to your iPod, and hit the FaceTime icon.

"You look like- you look tired," Jay said when he accepted the FaceTime call. He almost said that you looked like hell, but he figured he shouldn't say that.

"Thanks," you replied sarcastically. "You would be, too, if you've been staring at the same problem on your homework for the past hour."

"What's the equation you have to work with?" Jay asked.

"Y=mx+b," you answered.

"Yeah, vaguely remember that. Don't know what it means, just remember hearing it a bunch. Will, you know what that equation is and how to do it?"

"Will's at your house? I thought he wasn't getting back for another week."

"I thought so, too. And then I got called to a bar today because he was being stupid--"

"Hey, I was not stupid!" Will protested.

"Fine. He was being dumb and tried to break up a fight. And, now I think he's got a job at Chicago Med because he got fired in New York--"

"Y/N," Will butted in, "you said you needed help with your homework?"

"Yeah."

"Jay, can you please give me the phone so I can help our little sister with her homework please?"

"Uh, fine. She'll know why you left New York eventually," Jay said as he passed his phone to his older brother.

"Eventually. But not tonight." He turned to Jay. "Can you get me a piece of paper? I'd grab it but I have no idea where you keep stuff in this little bachelor pad of yours."

"Like you didn't snoop through my stuff when I was at work," Jay joked and stood up to get Will a piece of paper.

"Y/N, for Christmas I'm getting you a subscription to Chegg so you don't need to call me for this."

"I'm holding you to that one."

***

God, I hate running on the track. It's literally just running in circles and seeing the same things over and over, no variety in the scenery whatsoever. I wish I could run with Emma, but she's way faster than me, so she's ahead of me by like one or two laps. Uh, this song sucks! I gotta skip--

"Run lockdown! Run lockdown!"

What? Run lockdown? What is the high school cross country coach talking about? Maybe it's just something that the high schoolers have to do for their drills because I sure have never heard of that one.

But then, you saw Emma jogging toward the bathrooms a few yards away from the track.

What the hell?

You ran towards the bathrooms a few yards away from the track and didn't stop until you'd caught up with Emma. "What's going on?"

"No idea. Something about a lockdown."

Once all of you and your coach, Mrs. Rivers, were safely in the bathroom with the door locked, did you get any closure about what was going on.

"There's been a bomb threat."

"What? A bomb threat?"

"What?!"

"So we can't leave?"

"Girls, I need you to be quiet, okay? The police are looking into it, but for now, the campus is on lockdown and we can't leave here until I get the all-clear. The school's already notified parents, so if someone else is picking you up today other than your parents, you need to call them. Just ask and you can use my phone. Everything's going to be okay, though. We have nothing to worry about. We just need to sit tight until I'm told we can leave." Her phone buzzed and you all held your breath. "Looks like Miss G got stuck in the boys' bathroom with all the stinky football boys."

"What if we walk home?" you asked quietly.

"If you walk home, a parent or someone else will have to pick you up since they don't want anybody walking home because, as of right now, they have no idea who did this."

***

"How's your brother doing?" Erin asked as she and Jay were standing around the coffee pot in the break room.

"Pretty sure he's going to quit the new job he just got at Med even though it's his first day," Jay answered.

"What? He got a job at Med?"

"Yeah. Apparently, they were looking for ER docs and he got the job. But, for some reason, now he wants to quit. And, he was late today. Decided to bitch to me about only having almond milk and not having any regular milk in my fridge. Like, dude, you're staying with me. You can deal with a bit of almond milk."

"I don't blame him," Erin laughed. "Almond milk is disgusting."

"But it's better for you...and cheaper."

"Of course that's your reason for getting it."

"Halstead!" Antonio yelled. "Your phone's been ringing off the hook for the last minute. I think it's important."

"Be right there!" Jay quickly poured himself a cup of coffee and then rushed over to his desk.

"Shit," he muttered.

"Who was it?" Erin asked as she emerged from the breakroom, holding her own cup of coffee.

"Y/N," he answered as he fiddled with his phone. "Called me three times in the past minute."

"Any idea what it's about?"

"No, but I'm about to find out."

"Jay!" you whisper-yelled from the other end of the line.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Why are you calling me so much? Are you sick? Do you need me to--"

"There's a bomb."

Jay almost dropped his phone. "A bomb? Are you sure?"

At the mention of a bomb, everyone's heads snapped towards him.

"Yeah, we're hiding out in the bathrooms near the football field right now until they get the all-clear," you told him. "But, they can't let people walk home from school today and Dad's not answering and it's Will's first day, so I was wondering if you could pick me up?"

"Yeah, yeah, I can do that. Do you mind if I put you on speaker for a quick second?"

"Why? I'm fine Jay, really. Just needed to know if you can pick me up."

Innocent fourteen-year-olds, Jay thought to himself. Of course, she just called to pick to see if you'd pick her up. She hasn't grasped the gravity of the situation, and she's probably thinking that this is just another story to tell. Not that if there's actually a bomb at her school that she could be dead any second if it goes off.

"You're sure you don't want me to stay on the phone with you?"

"You can go."

"Okay. Just, listen to the adult that's in there with you, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Bye."

"Bye I love--" He was cut off by the beep which signaled that you had hung up. "--you."

"What's going on? A bomb?" Erin asked, but Jay was already making his way down the stairs.

"Sarge!" Jay yelled as he made his way to the front desk.

"Well, hello to you too, Chuckles. If you're looking for Voight, he's just meeting with a CI and should back soon," Platt told him.

"Sargeant, all due respect, I don't give a damn about Voight right now. I just need to know if you have any idea about the bomb threat at Central Chicago's high school and middle school campuses?"

"I know that they sent someone from bomb squad and some patrolmen over there to see if there's anyone who seems suspicious--"

"Why wasn't Intelligence notified?"

Platt's jaw dropped and she stared at Jay for a second before speaking. "Because last I checked, detective, those schools weren't in our district--"

Jay slammed his hand down on the desk. "Jay," Erin said and grabbed her partner's arm. "I need you to calm down for a second, okay?"

"I don't need to calm down, Erin," Jay spat. "I have every reason--"

"I understand, but being pissed at Platt here isn't going to fix anything. Go back upstairs and I'll be there in a second."

Jay ripped his arm from Erin's grip and stalked upstairs, not without slamming the gate when he was safely inside the Intelligence Unit's area of the 21st District.

"What's his deal?" Platt asked. "I have half a mind to write him up for insubordination for that little scene he just caused."

"Sarge," Erin started, "the school that called in the bomb threat, that's the school Y/N goes to, Jay's little sister."

"What? I thought that only elementary school kids were at school right now?"

"That's true unless there are sports practices."

"And Y/N's in a sport, so she's at school right now." Platt put the pieces together.

"Yeah. And, I know that family isn't supposed to work cases, but could you maybe make an--"

"Erin, go grab Halstead and Dawson, get down to the school. I'll send the information upstairs to Atwater and Ruzek and they can see what they can get. I'll also call Voight and tell him to meet you there."

"Thank you, Sargeant!"

Erin jogged upstairs and into the bullpen. "Jay, Antonio, we're heading to the school! Kev and Adam, Platt said that you're working the case from up here. Voight will meet us there."

"Copy that," Kevin answered.

Jay holstered his gun and was halfway down the stairs before Kevin even finished his sentence.

***

"Kev, what do we know?" Jay asked as they were driving over to your school.

"Uh, I pulled footage from the high school's office and apparently an unknown dude walked in, asked a question, and then walked out all in the span of less than a minute," he answered.

"Can you run facial rec?"

"Nah, not a good enough angle."

"Description?"

"Dude looks Indian or Middle-Eastern to me. He's got short, black hair. Some stubble, not a ton, but it's enough that you can see it even with the bad angle I got. He's kinda chubby, too. Wearing a tan jacket. That's all I got."

"Thanks, man. That helps. Anything from bomb squad?"

"They haven't located a bomb yet, so I guess that's a good sign, right?"

"It is if there's no bomb," Jay replied. "But, just because they haven't found it, doesn't mean there's not a bomb. Whoever the hell did this could've just hid it really well or do whatever a psycho does when they want to blow up a school full of kids."

Jay relayed the information to Erin and Antonio who were also in the car and then hung up his phone. "Any word from Voight or anyone else when I was on the phone?"

"No, you want me to go to the middle school or the high school?" Erin asked.

"Wherever you can get in."

"Jay, we have badges, we can get in anywhere."

"Middle school then. I'm assuming that's where Y/N is."

"Okay."

"Wait!" Jay exclaimed, almost causing Erin to slam on the brakes. "When I was talking to Y/N earlier, she said that she was in the bathrooms near the football field so we need to go to the high school."

"You're sure it's that field? Isn't there a football field at the middle school, too?"

"That's just a shitty practice field," he answered. "Anyway, the high school football field is the only one that has bathrooms near it so that spectators can go to the bathroom when they go to the football games."

"I shouldn't have to tell you this, Jay," Antonio started, "But you can't just burst into the locker rooms and try to get Y/N out of there. No parents are allowed in or out to pick up their kids. And, you're no different. You have to wait for the all-clear to get her out of there."

Jay hated it, but Antonio was right. No matter how much he wanted to get you as far away from this campus as possible, he couldn't until the bomb squad made sure that there wasn't a bomb anywhere near here. If his time in the Rangers had taught him anything, it was that one misstep, and the whole place could get blown up in a nanosecond.

Erin started to pull into the parking lot of the high school near all the cop cars, when one turned on their sirens and pulled in front of them, effectively stopping them from getting any further.

"I know you're worried about your kids," the patrolman said once Erin rolled down her window, "But we can't let anyone in or out until this is all sorted."

"We're not parents." Erin pulled out her badge. "Detectives Lindsay, Dawson, and Halstead from the 21st District's Intelligence Unit."

He looked at the officer next to him. "Desk Sergeant from the 21st said that there'd be some detectives coming." He pushed the button on his radio before anybody could tell him otherwise. "I got the detectives from the 21st here right now."

"Copy," the person on the other end said.

Jay wanted to jump out of the vehicle and strangle that patrolman with his bare hands. "Are you fucking insane?" he yelled.

The one who keyed his radio stepped out of the patrol car, and Jay did the same. "Are you Dawson or Halstead?"

"Halstead. But you, you must be new here because if there is one thing you absolutely do not do when there's even the mention of a bomb is key your radios."

"No offense, detective," the patrolman in the driver's seat started, "but everyone here has been using their radios since we stepped onto this campus."

"There's no bomb," Erin muttered.

They all knew what the patrolman's statement meant: if they had been using their radios the entire time they were here and a bomb hadn't gone off, then there was no bomb to begin with.

Antonio and Erin both stepped out of the car now.

"Who's your sergeant?" Antonio yelled.

"Why? Why do you care?"

"Because of what he just said! You can't key your radios when there might be a bomb, so I think your whole district might need to go back in for a mandatory re-training!"

"I'll call Voight," Erin said.

"Fucking idiots," Jay muttered as he pulled out his phone.

As soon as he was about to dial your number, a call came in from Kevin. "There's no bomb," Jay said as soon as he answered, not even giving Kevin time to tell him anything.

"I mean, yeah, I was callin' to tell you that the bomb squad just declared an all-clear."

"Thanks."

"How'd you know before we even got the call here at the district?"

"They were keying their radios the entire time and nothing happened."

"Yeah, that'll do it."

"We should be back at the district soon."

Jay hung up and made his way to the bathrooms.

You were sitting in silence with Emma next to you when a banging was heard coming from outside causing you to jump.

What if that's the bomber and he's got a gun and wants to kill us before the bomb can get to us? It was irrational, yes, but it was still possible.

"Chicago PD! This is the all-clear."

It was as if everyone in the bathroom let out a collective breath at hearing that there was no bomb or that the bomb had been dismantled.

"Alright girls, you heard the man, we are good to go," Mrs. Rivers said. "Let's head back to the middle school so you can grab your stuff and start getting back to your parents. Was everyone able to get ahold of someone to pick them up? Because I can bring people home if necessary."

All of you filed out of the bathrooms and into the crisp fall air. You were barely onto the sidewalk when you got pulled into a bone-crushing hug.

"Who the--" You looked up. "Hi, Jay."

"Oh my God, you're okay. You don't know how worried I was--"

"Jay, I'm fine," you squeaked out. "But please let go. You're crushing me."

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized and then let go, not without looking you over for injuries even though you promised him that you were in fact fine.

"50-21 George, 50-21 Lincoln, 50-21 Frank, and 50-21 Squad, assistance is requested at Chicago Med for a 10-34. Are you able to assist?"

Jay's eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat.

"Jay? Jay?" you asked. "You gonna answer that?"

"This is 50-21 Lincoln, hold us down on that 10-34 at Chicago Med," Erin's voice said through the radio.

"Halstead! We gotta go now!" Antonio yelled.

"Jay, what's going on? Will's at Med. What's happening?"

"Come with me," Jay said and then started ushering you towards the car.

"Shit," Erin said when she saw you. "Antonio, you wanna go with Voight, and then me and Jay will drop her off at home? We can't exactly bring her with us."

"Yeah, good idea." Antonio turned to you. "Glad you're safe, kid."

You nodded as he jogged off to find Voight. Then, you turned back to Jay. "Why are you going to Med? Whatever it is, I wanna go with you because what if Will's hurt? I wanna go!"

Jay got in the passenger seat without answering you and you got in the backseat. Erin started driving to the middle school so that you could go get your backpack from your locker.

Once inside school and connected to the wifi, you took out your iPod and pulled up google.

What does 10-34 mean?

The answer almost caused you to drop your iPod on the tiled floor.

10-34 is a police radio signal that means that a bomb threat has been called in.

You ran to your locker and with shaking hands, put in the combination. How was Jay so calm? How was he so calm when you were silently freaking out? And, to make matters worse, he got to work the case while you were going to be stuck going home and just waiting to see if Will (and Jay for the matter since he would no doubt be in the vicinity of the blast zone) was safe, just waiting to see if your oldest brother, who you just got back, would make it out of his new workplace alive.

You hustled out of school and then got into the backseat of Erin and Jay's car. "There's a bomb threat at Med?"

"Who told you that?" Erin asked, turning around in her seat.

"I googled what 10-34 meant. Jay, please, I wanna go with you. I don't wanna go home!"

"No! I know you wanna make sure that Will's safe, and I do too, but you gotta understand that it's not safe for you there, Y/N," he pleaded.

"It's not safe for you to be there, either!" you argued.

"Y/N, I know you're scared, but I'm trained for this kind of stuff. You are not."

"Please," you begged as your lip began to tremble. "I-It'd be faster for you to just go to Med from-from here instead of dropping me off at home."

"She's got a point, Jay," Erin said.

"What? No way, Er! There is no way in hell she is going in there with us!"

"She doesn't have to go past the tape with us. Just somewhere close by." Erin turned back to you. "Would that make you feel better, Y/N? Being somewhere close by?"

You nodded as you wiped away a tear.

Jay sighed. "Fine," he relented. "We'll drop you off at Mama Garcia's to get your homework done since it's a half-block away from the hospital."

"Will's okay, right? You checked in with him?" you asked.

"I haven't yet, but I promise you when I do, I will text you. I just need you to stay calm and focus on yourself right now. It's no use worrying about Will when you can't do anything about it."

"That's what Mom used to tell me when I was worried about you when you were in Afghanistan. She always told me that it's no use worrying about it since none of us were there with you."

"See, you gotta trust what Mom always told you, kiddo. She was a smart lady after all."

***

"Tell me you're not in there," Jay spoke into his phone as he and Erin walked into the police tent-like structure equipped with fancy tech gear outside of Chicago Med's emergency department.

"I am," Will answered, causing Jay's stomach to drop. "Listen, the guy who blew himself up in here, said he had something worse than Ebola."

"What, like he's spreading it since he blew himself up?"

"Yeah, so essentially, every single one of us in here has been in contact with him."

"Who was he?"

"No idea. But do us all a favor and find out."

"Son of a bitch," Jay muttered as he pocketed his phone and entered the tent-like structure where a bunch of people, including the FBI, were sitting at computers.

"Talk to Will?" Erin asked.

"Uh, yeah," Jay answered, "he says he's in there. Apparently whoever the hell blew himself up in there was infected with something that he said was worse than Ebola."

"So if these people get out before we figure out what it is and if it's treatable, we could have an epidemic on our hands?"

"Exactly. Damn, Er. With that mind of yours, you should've gone to med school."

"Very funny, Halstead. You're looking at someone who barely graduated high school and didn't even go to the academy because being in the back of cop cars on the eastside for half my childhood was more than enough experience to qualify me for this job right here."

"I'm gonna start making some calls." Jay turned his attention back to the situation at hand. "Apparently traffic was a mess earlier and Voight and Antonio got called to headquarters to brief some higher-ups about this."

"Fat chance of them knowing anything right now. They've gotta just be trying to keep all the info away from the press." Erin's phone rang. "Speak of the devil."

"I'll call HQ and try to get some more back up to control the situation," Jay said to no one in particular.

***

You kept fiddling with your slide phone, just opening and closing it as you tried--and failed--to focus on your homework as you sat in one of the far back booths at Mama Gracia's. The news was of course playing on the tv in front of you and all the headlines were about what was happening at Med.

"Again we have word of an event at Chicago Med," the news anchor read from her script. "The CFD was able to contain the victims to the ER, but Ebola was mentioned."

Ebola? That was the disease that wreaked havoc on Africa last year.

You knew Will was a doctor and that he was smart, but if he became infected and it was in fact Ebola, what if he died? What if, since Jay was close to Med that he somehow became infected and he died, too? What if you lost both your big brothers in the same amount of time because of some psychopath who decided it was a good idea to blow himself up and put innocent people--innocent first responders--in danger.

"Ay, cariña. ¿A dónde vayas?" Mama Garcia asked as you stood up and made your way to the door, intent on exiting the small restaurant.

"¿Qúe? No entiendo," you answered. You had started taking Spanish this year, so you only understood one word of what she had said to you.

"Sorry, honey. Where are you going? Your brother said to make sure you stayed here."

You and Jay were both pretty close with Mama Garcia. Seeing as it was very close to Med, when your mom had been hospitalized for cancer years ago, you'd always come in here to get dinner. It was here that Mama Garcia had taught you all the words of the toppings that one could put on their tamales, tacos, or burritos, shocking your Spanish teacher when you told her you could tell her in Spanish exactly what you would put on your tamale when you learned about food in class.

"I'm just going for a walk," you answered. "I need some fresh air."

"Okay, don't go far," she warned.

Once out the door, you breathed a sigh of relief and started to walk towards Chicago Med.

When you got close enough, you saw a big white tent and a bunch of fire trucks. You crept to the side and started walking around the side of the building, where there were barely any people and only one cop to keep people at bay. You smiled at him and watched the scene in front of you.

You had seen of those firefighters before on a rare day that you were at the district waiting for Jay and one of them had to walk the firehouse dog, Pouch. He was super cute and all the firefighters were really nice and let you pet him!

"What is it Casey?" a deep voice bellowed.

You knew Casey! Well, you knew of him at least. He was the one that Hermann always said would write him up if he was gone too long with Pouch, so that was always the excuse he gave you when he had to leave the district to go back to the firehouse.

You couldn't hear what Casey said on the other end, but you could hear whoever this guy was talking to Casey. "Okay, we're gonna need to get some CO2 extinguishers inside."

"You mean you're out of fire extinguishers?" a woman next to the firefighters asked.

"Afraid so."

You turned on your heels and sprinted back towards Mama Garcia's. You were a girl on a mission.

"Mama Garcia! Mama Garcia!" you shouted as soon as you were inside.

"Y/N, ¿Qúe pasa?" she asked as she stuck her head out of the kitchen where she was preparing a bunch of batches of tamales.

"They're out of fire extinguishers at the hospital, do you have any that I can bring over there?"

"You are just like your brother," she said, "super sneaky."

"When you live with older brothers and have to steal their Halloween candy, you learn how to be sneaky, Mama Garcia," you joked.

"I'm not even gonna ask how you know this. There's one fire extinguisher back by the bathrooms and I've got two back here I can give you. Esperes un minuto."

You went and grabbed the fire extinguisher from the spot where it was stored in the back by the bathrooms and waited for Mama Garcia to come out with the other two.

"Thank you!" you exclaimed as you took the big bag from her which contained the two other ones. She had put them in a bag for you since they were super heavy.

You slung the bag over your shoulder and carried the other one in your hand. You knew you couldn't run because these were really heavy, but you knew you had to get to Med to help them. Both your brothers were there! And you'd get there, even if it was a lot slower than you had originally planned when you formulated this plan when you were sprinting back to the restaurant five minutes ago.

***

"Is there a detective Halstead here?" a patrolman walked into the tent-like structure and asked.

"That'd be me," Jay answered as he raised his hand and turned away from the computer screen he had been looking at.

"There's a girl outside, Y/N I think she said her name was. Said you're her brother and that she's looking for you. Said she might be able to help."

Jay turned to Erin. "Go," she urged him.

Jay followed the patrol officer to where you were standing and to say he didn't look happy would be an understatement.

"I thought I told you to stay at Mama Garcia's!" he yelled over the crowd of people and the firefighters shouting out orders to each other. "It's dangerous for you here!"

"I know and I'm sorry! But, I came here to see if Will was outside, and I heard that one firefighter talking into his radio thingy, and then the lady next to him said that they were out of fire extinguishers."

Jay crossed his arms in front of his chest. He was not impressed.

"So I ran back to Mama Garcia's and I grabbed these." You held up the fire extinguisher that you had set on the ground next to you because you had been carrying it for a while now and you thought it was going to rip your arm off because of how heavy it was.

"Let her in," Jay declared.

He grabbed the extinguisher from you and then made his way over to the firefighters.

"Chief!" he yelled. "I've got some fire extinguishers here!"

Chief Boden cocked his head to the side. "How?"

"Apparently my little sister was here and she heard Ms. Goodwin say that you were out of extinguishers. So, she ran to Mama Garcia's and these are from her restaurant."

You set down the bag that contained the two fire extinguishers. "Geez, those things are heavy!"

"That they are. Thank you for these..." Chief Boden trailed off, not knowing your name.

"Y/N," you answered.

"Well, thank you Y/N."

"You're welcome, Chief. Please get my brother out of there safely."

"We're doing our best. And, call me Wallace."

He nodded at Jay and Jay placed a hand on your shoulder to lead you back to where he had been working alongside everyone else who wanted to figure out what the hell had gone on in there. Behind you, you heard the other firefighters volunteering to go inside the hospital.

"You're not making me go back to Mama Garcia's?" you asked Jay as you walked.

"No," he answered. "It's gonna get dark soon and I don't need you sneaking off from there again."

"So, I'm staying here so you can keep an eye on me?"

"Precisely."

***

You were sitting in a metal folding chair, scrolling through your iPod--wifi courtesy of Jay's hotspot--when three people entered the tent-like structure.

"Detective," Sharon Goodwin said as she entered the area where everyone was working. Jay looked up from the computer he was working at. "The parents of..." she trailed off, allowing you to assume that these were the parents of the man who had blown himself up.

"Alright," Jay said as he walked over to them. "Please, have a seat."

His voice was monotonous, not soft like when he was talking to child victims and not angry like when he was trying to get a hardened criminal to break. His voice, it was just...there.

"Is there anything you can tell us?" he asked once the parents had sat down.

"He was a smart boy," the man started, "always nice...and helpful. This country has given us so much. How could this have happened?"

"He claimed to be infected with something similar to Ebola."

You felt like you couldn't breathe. So, what the woman on the news had said was true. Your brother--and everyone else in the hospital for that matter--could be infected with something similar--or god forbid, worse--than Ebola.

You couldn't take another funeral. You couldn't take losing another family member before you even learned how to drive, hell before you even got to high school.

Your mind flashed back to when you were four years old. Will was in college and Jay was in his senior year of high school. It was springtime and the weather was just starting to get nice out.

You woke up from sleeping and realized you were thirsty. Seeing as you didn't think it was super late yet, you hoped that maybe Jay or Will would still be up and they'd give you a cup of juice. They were on babysitting duty tonight because your parents had gone out for a date night and knew they wouldn't be back until the early hours of the morning.

With Beary gripped tightly in your hand, you walked down the hallway and towards the kitchen. You saw the living room light on, and then it was quickly turned off.

"Mommy? Daddy?" you asked.

The only light now was from the hallway and you were starting to get scared. Monsters would come out if it was too dark!

Suddenly, the light was flicked back on.

"Y/N, what are you doing up?" Jay asked as he walked towards you.

"I want juice," you told him. But, then you looked at what he was wearing. He was wearing one of those shirts that he had to wear when you and your mom went to his soccer games at other schools. Jay always said that if he didn't wear this type of nice shirt, that he and his team would have to run suicides. You didn't know what those were, but they didn't sound nice. "Why you not in your 'jamas?" you asked. "You have a game? In the dark?"

"Uh," Jay blanched. He couldn't exactly tell his little, very talkative sister, that he was sneaking out to go to a party. "Let's get you some juice."

"Okay!"

Jay got you some juice and started to take your hand to walk you back to your room and tuck you back in when you turned to look at him. "So you going to play soccer? Or you going to see Allie?" He always wore those kinds of shirts when she came over in one of her really fancy dresses. And, Jay would give Allie a flower bracelet, too!

Jay crouched down so he was eye-level with you. "Y/N, you know what a secret is?"

"Yeah! It's when you can't tell somethin' to somebody. Mommy said secrets are bad," you told him, while you swung Beary back and forth in your little hand.

"Well, they're not all bad," he told you. "So, if I told you a secret, you'd be able to keep it?"

"And not tell Mommy or Daddy?" He nodded. "I dunno. I don't wanna get in trouble and have to go in time-out, Jay Jay."

"You won't get in trouble, I promise. And, if you promise not to tell Mommy and Daddy and Will, I'll get you a big pack of Oreos."

"I get Oreos for not telling Mommy and Daddy and Will?"

"Yes, you get Oreos if you don't tell them."

You'd do just about anything for Oreos!

"Okay, I keep it a secret. Where you going?"

"I am going to a friend's house to hang out."

"Okay." You didn't know what was so bad about that, but you wanted to get your Oreos, so you'd keep your mouth shut.

"Alrighty then, let's get you back to bed. Because, if I'm not mistaken, princesses need their beauty sleep."

He tucked you back into bed and got out of the house safely. Now all Jay had to do was to entrust you with the secret that he had snuck and went to a "friend's house", which was code for going to a party.

You had almost fallen back asleep when your door creaked open.

"Y/N," Will whispered.

"Will?"

"Yeah, it's Will," he answered and flicked on your bedside lamp.

"Were you talking to Jay a few minutes ago?"

"No," you lied. You wanted your Oreos!

"Are you sure about that? Because I could've sworn I heard you say Jay Jay."

"You wrong," you told him defiantly.

"Oh yeah? Because I heard him mention Oreos."

"No, no Oreos. He only got me juice."

"So you did talk to him."

"No, I didn't."

"Then who got you the juice?" Will knew you couldn't pour yourself a glass of juice without spilling it everywhere. He also knew that the glasses were up high enough in the cupboard that you needed someone else to reach them for you.

"Uh, uh, the-the juice fairy!"

"The juice fairy, huh? I've never heard of her. Because I could've sworn I heard you ask him if he was going to play soccer and he told you that he was going to a friend's house."

"No, he didn't!" you protested.

"Tell you what, kiddo, if you tell me where Jay went, I will give you Oreos, too."

You furrowed your eyebrows. Will was gonna give you the same thing and Jay might be mad at you. You needed something more. "Oreos and Sour Patch."

"Deal. Sour Patch Kids or watermelons?"

"Kids," you answered.

"Okay, it's a deal. Now, where is Jay going?"

"He went to a friend's house. But he was wearing one of those shirts he wears when he has to go to other schools for soccer," you answered.

"He's going to a party," Will muttered.

"A party? Like my tea parties?"

"Something like that." Where the tea is beer, Will thought to himself. "But, now you have to wait for Jay to give you your Oreos, and then I'll give you your Sour Patch Kids and Oreos."

"Then I have two Oreos?"

"Exactly. Now, time to go back to sleep."

The next day, Jay gave you a family sized-pack of Oreos that you hid in your room. The day after that, Will came home from studying at the library with a family-sized pack of Oreos and a big bag of Sour Patch Kids for you that you also ended up hiding in your room. And, that night at dinner, Will told your parents that Jay had gone to a party. He was grounded until the end of soccer season. But, Will had successfully taught you how to blackmail someone.

"Y/N." Erin's voice broke through your memories of being a little kid and being taught blackmail by your oldest brother. "I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?"

"W-What if Will-- What if he gets the--"

"Y/N, match my breathing."

She took a deep breath in and you tried to follow. It took a few tries, but your breathing eventually evened out and returned to normal.

"Will," you heard Jay say.

Before you could even think, you had jumped off your chair and were barrelling towards Jay. "Will? You're talking to Will? Is he okay? Is he gonna come out soon?"

"Y/N," Jay spoke calmly, "we just need to ask him some medical questions. Go back to where you were."

"Is he okay?"

"Y/N's here?" Will asked from his spot in the ED. "Why? How?"

"It's a long story. But, I'm gonna put you on speaker so that you can tell her that you're okay and then I need you to answer some questions."

Jay put the phone on speaker.

"I'm fine, kiddo. Really. You wouldn't want to see me right now anyway. You wouldn't want to come in here either because it smells really bad."

"You promise you're fine?"

"I promise. Now, I think I need to answer some questions?"

"Yeah, yeah," you heard Jay say as you walked back towards Erin. It was quiet in there now, as everyone was listening intently to what Will was saying.

Apparently, Antonio and Voight had looked up where this psycho worked and had figured out that he was the same guy who had walked into the high school's office earlier that day, which he probably did for a distraction. Now, they just had Will on the other end telling the infectious disease specialist in the ED all the chemicals that he had been working with so that she could test for them.

***

"Jay! Why'd you turn off your hotspot?" you whined as you pulled up google.

"Because you heard the bacteria and the strain and I know you. I am not letting you go down a google rabbit hole to look this up and try and figure out if Will's gonna die."

You sighed and put your head in your hands. Jay was right, of course, he was right, he's a detective for crying out loud!

"But what if Will's gonna die?"

"Y/N." Jay walked up to you. "He's not gonna die. He's gonna be just fine."

"But you don't know that!"

Jay's phone rang. "It's Will."

"Put it on speaker."

"It's not contagious," Will said.

If you weren't sitting down, you would've fallen to the ground in pure relief.

"So, you're good?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Everyone's good. Whatever he had, it died with him. I've got some patients that need work, but I'll be out soon."

***

Everyone from the hospital, the police, and the firefighters were all currently packed into Mama Garcia's. You, Will, and Jay had snagged a booth because your backpack and homework were still there from earlier.

"That's one good thing about being the middle child I guess," Jay stated after he had taken a bite of a tamale. "Not having to be the victim in one of these bomb situations."

You knew he meant, here, today, in Chicago and not overseas. And, you weren't about to wreck his joke by mentioning that.

"Yeah, but you had to work it," Will pointed out.

"Technically, you did, too, man. I think Y/N was the only one who got out of this without a payday."

Jay's phone rang. "Why's Dad calling me?" His eyes went wide. "Oh shit! I didn't tell him that I picked you up from practice." He threw his phone to Will, who narrowly caught it. "You talk to him!"

"Me? Why me?"

"Because he likes you better!"

"But he's calling you!"

You swiped the phone from Will's hand and answered it. "Jay? Do you know where Y/N is? I came home from work and--"

"Dad, it's Y/N. I'm fine. Jay picked me up from practice and I'm assuming you got a phone call about what happened at school and then he had to go to Med to work that case."

"Med? As in Chicago Med? Where Will just started working?"

"Yes, Dad, Chicago Med. And, we're fine. We're just a Mama Garcia's getting dinner."

"It's ten o'clock at night!"

"I know, and we should be home soon. I promise I won't complain about getting up in the morning."

"Okay, well, I'm glad you three are safe. Just next time, tell Jay to call me."

"Okay, Dad. Bye, love you."

"Love you, too."

You hung up the phone and passed it back to Jay. "He didn't disown me, did he?"

You laughed. "No, no he did not."

"Y/N, right?"

You looked up at the sound of your name to be met with a firefighter.

"Yes, and you are...?"

"Matt Casey." He stuck out his hand for you to shake and you did so. Despite hearing about him, you'd never actually met the lieutenant. "Chief Boden mentioned that you were the one who ran down to Med with all those extinguishers."

"Oh, it was no big deal," you told him shyly. "They're actually Mama Garcia's. I just heard you needed them, so I asked if I could run them over to you guys. It's her you should be thanking."

"Well, you played a big part in that. So, if you want a dessert, on behalf of me and all the guys at 51, it's on me tonight."

He handed you a ten-dollar bill. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. You made up for your brother almost black-tagging Severide."

"You did what?" Jay practically yelled.

As for you, you had no idea what they were talking about. "What? What's black-tagging?"

"You know what? Never mind," Casey said. "Thanks for all your help today, you guys."

"You were the ones who got them extra fire extinguishers?" Will asked, flabbergasted after Casey walked away.

"Yeah. Jay here wasn't too happy about seeing me over there, but when I told him why he calmed down a bit."

Erin slid into the booth next to Jay and he gave her a kiss.

"Ew, guys! Child in the room!"

Jay stuck his tongue out at you.

"I think he's the child in the room, Y/N," Erin said as she thumbed at Jay.

"So, Y/N, anything else interesting happen today? How'd you do on that math homework I helped you with last night?" Will asked.

"I did really well on it, but that's not even the craziest thing that happened at school today."

"Oh, yeah? Then what was?"

Oh man," you sighed. "Where do I begin? I think to tell you that story I'm gonna need to go get me some Flan."

You picked up the ten-dollar bill Casey had given you and slid out of the booth. If someone would've told you that you'd be buying Flan at Mama Garcia's at ten o'clock at night on a school night, you wouldn't believe them, but it would be plausible at least. The rest of the day? Well, you weren't sure that anyone would believe that you and Jay had been at the location of not one, but two bomb threats in the span of a few hours.

Once you got your Flan, you settled back into the booth. "So, it started out like any normal practice except we had to go to the high school to use the track..."

A/N: Guess who cranked out more than 5k words to get this finished today? That's right, me! Anyway, thank you for almost 8k reads! I know this technically wasn't a PD episode (It was Chicago Fire Season 3 Ep 19), but it had both Will and Jay, and the timeline made it so that it was season 2 of PD, so I thought it was fitting. Finally, please reblog/like and comment and tell me what you think about this one!

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(foxstride here) ok I have to. Feathertail, Tawnypelt, and Mistyfoot! Listen I just need to hear you talk about them some more ok

@foxstride

okay okay okay

i'm going to bed soon and am too tired to find the actual -- the actual thing, but it's fine i have it memorized by now hopefully

feathertail

what i love about them: she's so (justly) angry. it's good to see. i know tnp sort of...doesn't agree with this, but shh quiet anger.

what i hate about them: that she uses her dying breath to talk to crowpaw and not stormfur

favourite moment/quote: going with hawkpaw and leopardstar after the fox because -- even though she was feeling mixed on hawkpaw atm -- she didn't want anything to happen to him

favourite relationship: tough...probably feather/brook? exactly one (1) piece of fanart exists for them but i love them so much

favourite friendship: ohhh tricky...i think since i used mistyfoot for stonefur using another sibling pair is just barely cheating, so let's go with...sasha. i like them. it's sad but i like them.

notp: crowfeather, but mostly as a matter of taste. i thought crowpaw was squirrelpaw's age when i first read tnp for some reason, not "missing my warrior's assessment to be here," which cast feather/crow in a very different light.

what i want more of: feathertail in general! i just want more of her! i want her to be happy! i want her to live! a little more specifically, i want more explorations of the triangle between her and mistyfoot and mothwing. i should write about that. fuck.

what i want less of: feathertail being the "traumatized one (tm)." it's a bit of a trend i've noticed for her to be the Big Time Trauma one and i get why but i think it's a misunderstanding of trauma responses (stormfur is very clearly an example of fawn), as well as like. i know why. people see like. stormpaw comfort featherpaw but! just bc he did it doesn't mean he was less scared than her. etc.

favourite headcanon: she stays in riverclan because of stormfur.

tawnypelt

what i love about them: YES CHOOSE TO BE WHERE THEY LOVE YOU PLEASE

what i hate about them: ...so you're going to choose your evil dad because you're tired of people comparing you to your evil dad? (look i can feel two things about the same event) (also it feels highly realistic to teenage brains xd)

favourite moment/quote: trash talking tigerstar in the dark forest while bramble is like "evil dad pls validate me"

favourite relationship: i really don't have one for her. rowanclaw is default. i like the idea of feather/tawny but i've never read anything with it nor written anything with it so *shrug*

favourite friendship: rowanclaw and cederheart; dovewing. the first two are fairly obvious, the second will b repeated under headcanons.

notp: uhhhh god idk. fuck. *pulls names from hat* dawncloud. lmao idrc.

what i want more of: explorations of her relationship w goldenflower

what i want less of: tawnypaw/tawnypelt as blindly allying with tigerstar. dgmw i enjoy a bit of it (glances at olwptm), but i don't really want more of it, and would like to see more Nuance and etc

favourite headcanon: she and dovewing are "thunderclan wouldn't less us be ourselves" besties

mistyfoot

what i love about them: it's a little hard to convey this, but that she's a good mom. i don't mean like. i mean like. uh. idk how to put exactly what i want to say into words, there's just something about how she thinks about her kits, how she treats featherpaw and stormpaw, her concern over reedwhisker...i like it. it's nice to see her go from "queen" to "leader" without losing the fact that she's a mom.

what i hate about them: ...can i say that we're going to get riverclan pov for the first time since tnp, and i don't think the erins are going to give a good reason for why mistystar has been acting the way she has? it's conditional, but i highly doubt they're going the dementia route w her. which is a shame bc it would b good.

favourite moment/quote: telling fireheart she won't eat him. made me love her way back as a little kid, and i've never stopped. there's a lot of stuff i love with her, but that one is special to me.

favourite relationship: blackclaw in the sense that i like that they're not a good fit. i have literally never expressed this but i do have a deep appreciation for misty/leopardstar. and for reasons like one person may know, mistyfoot/sunfish

favourite friendship: silverstream!!! i love them <3 besties <3 they're so good

notp: uhhhhh idk...who do people...like...i dunno. notps r hard guys bc i don't usually have strong shipping opinions so w most characters it's like "uh fuck i dunno." like ig i don't think i'd read, say, mistyfoot/greystripe. but is it a notp? not really? i dunno.

what i want more of: her in avos. i will literally never get enough of her in avos. it is humanly impossible for me to overdose. i absorb it like activated charcoal absorbs medication.

what i want less of: ehhhhh i don't think there's much that i'm frustrated with. i want less people saying mistystar doesn't have an interesting story to tell, because they're objectively wrong. (you don't have to personally be interested, of course, but i think it's hard to argue that mistystar-during-avos is an interesting story.) but i don't like. there's not enough mistyfoot in the world.

#ask #foxstride #mine #ask game #misystar #feathertail #tawnypelt #three cats i adore so tyvm for letting me ramble about them <3 #friend tag

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what’s next?

part eleven: what’s next

Requested: 🙅‍♀️

Summary: You and Brendan get married

Warning: Finale Time! Wedding, fluff, some angst

Author’s Note: I found the GIF on Google because it didn’t come up on Tumblr’s GIF search but I think the credit goes to @nhl-imagines-posts but if I’m wrong please let me know so I can give proper credit. I’m so grateful for those of you that have read this little series and I’m happy that those of you who enjoyed it have done so :D I decided to end this series at 11 because it’s Gally’s number, even though I truly hate uneven numbers, but also because I couldn’t see it really going anywhere other than this. I’m always happy to take your requests for Gally or anyone but be patient with me; sometimes, I forget I have anything saved and it’s like a month before I start a request. I hope you enjoy this finale! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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It took longer than you ever thought it would, to finally be getting ready to walk down the aisle to the man you had loved and lost and loved again. You put your dress on and looked in the mirror, taking in a sharp breath when you saw yourself for the first time

“Whoa” you whispered

“You look beautiful” Breanne said

“Like a princess” Erin cooed and you laughed at the two girls who would soon be your sister-in-law’s

“Thank you” you blushed before taking another breath

“You’re getting married” Rebecca sang as she came up behind you, squeezing your shoulders

“Did you ever think you’d get here?” you heard Della ask from the doorway, presumably having just come from seeing Brendan

“No,” you scoffed, “but yes. He was always the one for me. I know we’ve given everyone here whiplash for... like ever but he’s always just been this, lighthouse to me. Something that tells me I’m safe and I’m home, you know?” You noticed your mom smile from where she sat on the couch before turning back to the mirror, “I wish we didn’t have to go through what we went through to get here but I’m so happy that we’re here and that I get to marry this wonderful man who I love so much.”

“You found each other,” Della said after a pause before walking over to where you stood, “you love each other and the road to this day was meant to be. Sure, it was rocky but it was meant to be.” You smiled at her words, taking a deep breath before your mom came over to squeeze your shoulders

“You are so beautiful,” she said, tearing up as she spoke, “inside and out. I am so proud of you, baby girl, and everything you are and the strong woman you’ve become”

“We should probably get going,” Rebecca interrupted with a smile, “someone’s waiting for you downstairs.”

Brendan’s P.O.V

You were starting to panic. You stood in front of your family and friends as you waited for (Y/N) to walk down the aisle but, after almost 45 minutes, she still hadn’t shown up

“Where is she?” you mumbled under your breath

“Don’t worry,” Nolan replied and you realized, if he heard you, the rest of your groomsmen probably did as well, “she’s not gonna bail. She’s probably just too busy staring at herself”

“Maybe you’re right” you smirked before taking another deep breath and trained your eyes back to the door. The soft music continued to play and you felt your palms getting sweaty as another 10 minutes passed, “maybe I should go check on her...” you said to Nolan before preparing to walk down the steps

“Hold on,” he scoffed as he watched you get ready to dart, “just another minute or two and then you can freak out.” You sneered at his smirk when, suddenly, the door opened and the music started again; finally. Her bridesmaids walked in first, wide grins on their faces as they made their way to the altar to parallel your boys. The flower girl was next. Her white princess dress bouncing as she danced down the aisle, sprinkling daisies happily before finally reaching her parents in the pews. Then you finally saw her, noticing how the flower girl's dress nearly matched hers perfectly and you smirked to yourself. With every step she took, your heart began to beat more and more out of your chest, imagining the moment you'd finally be able to hold her hands in yours to become husband and wife. You watched as her father kissed her forehead and tearily gave her away

“You look stunning” you whispered when she stepped in front of you, smiling before squeezing your hands

“I'm sorry I'm late” she whispered back as the Priest began to address the vows

“Is everything okay?” you asked quickly

“Yeah,” she smiled, “we were just gushing about you”

“Oh well then,” you smiled back, “you could've spent as much time as you wanted.” You both caught the stern glare from the Priest and stopped talking so he could continue. When it finally came time to say your vows, you held back tears but (Y/N) let them fall freely, laughing as you wiped them away as she spoke.

“I now pronounce you,” the priest smiled, “husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” She squealed before placing her hands on your face and pulling you in so the two of you could share your first kiss as a married couple. You took her hand and raised it in a sort of victory pose before the two of you walked down the steps and out the big wooden doors at the end of the aisle.

“We did it!” (Y/N) giggled when you cleared the room, “we’re married!”

“We’re married” you sighed happily before kissing the backs of her hands.

You convinced Brendan to go to the closest fast food place because you were starving

“There's gonna be food at the reception...” he questioned

“You actually think we're gonna be able to eat?” you laughed and he shrugged in return

“Okay, where do you want to go?” he asked

“We have like half an hour, so let's go wherever is closest so we can just eat everything,” you chuckled, “then go to the reception and chat up all the guests and take pictures with everyone”

“Alright,” he agreed, “let's go then.” You rushed out to the car, carrying the pile of fabric that was your dress close to your chest and watched Brendan tail close behind. You ordered a chicken wrap to start and some fries to share while Brendan ordered a double cheeseburger, practically engulfing it. “Soooo good!” He mumbled with his mouth still full of food

“Ew, B,” you scoffed, turning your attention to your food, “that’s so gross. Don’t talk with your mouth full” he looked at you and you could already see the thought forming in his head

“Oh I’m sorry,” he teased, moving closer and closer to you with his mouth practically bursting with food before he took another bite, “is this bothering you?”

“Stop!” You squealed, pushing his chest from you, “oh my god! Stop!” he stopped, laughing once the food had cleared his mouth

“You want anything more? You haven’t had much” he asked

“Just a drink” you smiled and he was quick to jump up to grab you something. When you showed up at the reception, you were rushed to take pictures in almost every space you could and you could hear the guests begin to arrive. The rest of the night was filled with lights and laughter and singing and dancing until you couldn’t feel your feet anymore

“How are you feeling?” Rebecca smirked when she saw you slump into a chair

“My feet hurt” you whined

“You’re married!” she cooed as she helped you stand back up, wrapping her arm around your waist so you didn’t fall

“I know!” you exclaimed silently

“Let’s get some champagne to celebrate!” You had a few more drinks than you intended and Brendan came up behind you

“Someone ready to sneak out?” he whispered and you turned around quickly, falling into his chest

“Yes!” you whispered back, “how should we do it?” he pointed to the back exit and cocked his eyebrow before tilting his head in the direction

“Let’s get out of here” he smirked. You tried to be as quiet as possible, catching only a glance from your aunt at the bar who just raised her glass to you as you walked out the door.

Brendan’s P.O.V

You had told (Y/N) that it was probably a better idea to get a room at the hotel so you wouldn’t have to go far to ‘celebrate,’ and she agreed, but when you finally got up there, carrying her dress through the hallways, both of you just passed out.

“How are you, wife?” you smirked

“I’m sleepy,” she replied, “how are you, husband?”

“I know, baby” you laughed

“Help me get out of this dress” she said as she stood up and you happily obliged. When the dress fell to the ground, she quickly jumped under the covers and you followed suit.

“So…” you started

“Hmm?”

“We’re married” you continued, a smile creeping across your face as she opened her eyes

“Yes, we are”

“So what’s next?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... do we want 2 kids or more?”

“Baby, I’m tired. We can’t do that tonight…” she laughed and you kissed her forehead

“You do want kids though?” you asked almost insecurely which she took notice of

“Of course I do,” she replied, her hand resting on your cheek as she continued to speak, “especially if they’re yours”

“Alright,” you smiled once more before your question, “2 or more?”

“Brendan!” she giggled, turning away from you

“I mean I would have a whole hockey team with you,” you joked, “but I don’t even know where we’d put them all…”

“2,” she said firmly, “no more, no less. Just two kids”

“Perfect.”

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