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thehardy-boys · 8 months

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The Platform Part 5 (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Hey there! Thank you guys so so much for all your lovely comments!! I'm SO glad you are enjoying this little story!

Warnings: Lil bit of fluff, sorry it's kind of slow burn

Part 5

When (y/n) left her house that morning and turned around to walk down the few front steps she didn’t expect to see Thomas Shelby waiting for her, hands in his pockets, cap glinting. She jumped at his presence and clutched her bag.

“Christ!” Thomas smirked at her reaction.

“What are you doing here Mr. Shelby?”

He huffed a laugh and gestured vaguely towards the car behind him.

“I told you I would take you out to see the horses, didn’t I?”

“Oh, but I have work.”

“I already told Mr. Beavers. Anyways, this is work.” It seemed to be the end of the discussion because he turned around and opened the passenger door for her and waited. (y/n) only debated for a second the value of just ignoring him and walking to work. But he was right, this was work. She sighed and got in, pointedly ignoring the gentle, respectful touch of his hand on her back as she climbed in.

The drive was quiet. She could feel him glance over now and again, but she was busy watching the wretchedness of Small Heath disappear and turn into wild grass, soft country air, and wide-open fields. It was like another world out here. They passed by a few estates that she grew envious of. The privilege of living out here! The beauty of it! It made her shrivel inside when she compared the milk white stone of the large houses to the crumbling rental she had in Small Heath with its dark corners, damp walls, pathetic cutlery that consisted of one fork, knife, and spoon. They must have an army of cutlery in these places. A set for each season, a set for each mood and party.

“Beautiful isn’t?” The rumble of his voice broke her inwards spiral.

“Yeah,” She whispered, “Terribly.”

They pulled off the winding roads onto a dirt path and up to a well-kept stable. She could already smell the hay of the horses. Thomas opened her door for her but this time she pretended not to see the hand he held out for her in favor of taking in the view.

Thomas cleared his throat, “This way.” He led her around the stable to a large enclosure that contained a gorgeous chestnut horse.

“This is Copper.” (y/n) looked over at Thomas who was already removing his jacket leaving him in his vest. And she ignored it, the way the vest emphasized his narrow build. And she ignored it when he rolled up both his sleeves and she glanced his forearms. She was hit with the strong desire to be in his arms. The memory of the platform teased her. The heat he had carried with him as she neared him through the crowd.

But now Thomas climbed over the gate and walked up to the horse, caressing the fur, and taking the reins. He led the horse around the ring a few times. (y/n) could see, even without knowing anything, that the horse was incredibly well-trained. Thomas looked over at her and gestured for her to come over, but she shook her head. She could see him furrow his eyebrows and he walked over, followed obediently by Copper.

“What’s wrong?”

(y/n) glanced at the horse then down at the ground, “I’m scared of horses, a little.”

Thomas was silent so she looked up at him, afraid he would be angry, “I’m sorry. I can still write the article.”

But he didn’t look angry he looked thoughtful. He held out his hand, “Let me show you.”

“Mr. Shelby, you can just tell me about the horse, and I can write it.” She tried again.

But his hand remained outstretched, waiting, like he knew that she would give in and take it. And she hated that she did. His hair tousled by the wind and his cheeks slightly rosy from the brisk morning – she couldn’t argue with that.

Copper was on his left side, and she was on his right his hand still holding her own. He led them into the middle of the enclosure. He let go of her hand and guided her, so she faced the side of Copper. She watched as the creature’s fur rippled under the soft winds. Her heart thundered at the sight of the animal’s muscular shoulders and neck.

“It’s alright.” Thomas’s voice was right next to her ear. He was standing behind her. He took her hand again and with his own he raised it up to stroke the horse. Right before her hand made contact with the rich fur she hesitated, and he could feel it, but he didn’t push or force her.

“Nothing will happen to you. I won’t let it.” She nodded and they continued on. The fur was silky smooth, welcoming, and slightly warm. Copper’s head lifted slightly up at the contact but continued on with his snuffling in the grass. Her frantic heart began to slow, and a smile found its way onto her face but then Copper made a sudden movement, his legs stamping slightly, and letting out a loud noise that startled her, and she stepped back suddenly. Her back met Thomas’s chest and his hand caught her waist.

“He’s just spooked by the crows. That’s all.” Thomas reached up and patted Copper’s long nose and soon he became docile again. With a shaking hand (y/n) held onto Thomas’s hand that was resting on her waist. She clung to it and brought it further around her middle. The weight of it grounded her. It was weak of her to do it but once again the past came in to haunt her like a ghost hovering outside her bedroom door. It hung heavy around them and as Thomas took a tiny step forward to meld his firm chest against her back the bedroom door opened and the ghost swept in, inescapable.

She had pushed through all the men, all the soldiers just to catch a glimpse of her brother. He had sent her the message that he would be traveling back to Small Heath after the war. She knew he was safe, but she needed to see it for herself. The men looked at her and she looked back. No matter how they acted: rambunctious and overly happy or the sullen ones, the quiet, tired ones – they were all empty. She remembered thinking, as she moved between them, dodging their hands and their words, that nobody on this platform made it out of the war. Each one of them was changed, broken, gone.

Then it was the eyes. He was just standing there, unmoving. And she knew, she just fucking knew it was Thomas Shelby, the boy who she had played with in the fields and who had gently taken her palm to read her fortune. She walked towards him and when she stood in front of him, he had said her name like it was an answer, the end of the road, a life’s ambition fulfilled. She had moved without awareness until her arms were wrapped around his neck and his around her waist. (y/n) remembers how tightly he gripped her as if trying to meld the two of them together. How his face rested in the crook of her neck, and he took a deep breath.

He had leaned back, and they had looked at each other, “Tommy…” She had whispered to him. and she watched as something in him shattered completely, the dam opening, and he leant forward to answer her call.

“There you go. He likes you, he does.” (y/n) rather felt his chuckle through the vibrations of his chest. (y/n) exhaled in relief as she continued to delicately stroke Copper’s mane. As she became more confident, she was aware of how tightly she was holding onto Thomas’s arm.

“Sorry.” And she let go. Thomas hung on for a moment longer before stepping back completely and (y/n) hated that it felt wrong. How she felt like something was missing. The rest of the morning was spent with Thomas telling her about horses, the different breeds, each of their strengths. Then (y/n) spent the afternoon back at her desk writing the article. That morning with Thomas remained in the forefront of her mind. Even her visits to her mother were bearable when she had the feeling of Thomas’s warmth to hide away in. And soon enough the hopelessness that she had condemned herself to was forgotten. It was dangerous but what else did she have? She allowed herself to daydream, to imagine, and create but that was it. She drew the line at the formation of anything real. She would remain as an outsider but with the occasional foray into hope but with no expectation. No expectation.

Winter was here, cruel, unforgiving, and cold. The office was planning on having their annual holiday office party. Last year it was a small affair, a few desserts, and a few drinks. (y/n) dragged herself out to it just in order to not disappoint the boss. However, this year because of the agency’s new attachment to Shelby Limited the party had now been blow out of proportion. The party, usually held at the local ball room was now transferred all the way into London in order to compensate for the large number of London based clients of the Shelby company.

“Are you attending the holiday party, Mr. Shelby?” Evelyn batted her eyelashes as he waited for (y/n) to gather together the newest horse articles she had written. (y/n) couldn’t think of a good reason why Evelyn was over at her desk, but she had found herself there when Thomas had walked through the small halls of the agency.

He blew out some smoke, “Not sure.”

“Are you goin’?” He asked (y/n) as she straightened up from her desk to hand him the packet.

She shrugged, “Not sure yet.”

He raised an eyebrow, “It’s a business party, aren’t you required?”

She shrugged again, “I don’t think Mr. Beavers can force me to go. I might already have plans.”

He continued to stare at her.

“So, are you going Mr. Shelby?” Evelyn voiced up from her corner. Without breaking eye contact with (y/n), “I’ll go if she does.” He gestured at her with the packet before turning and making his way out into the blistering cold.

Part 4 --- Part 6

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muffinlance · 1 year

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PEEEEEASE!!! Some Song and zuko shenanigans!!! I just love how you write them <3<3<3

The ostrich-horse comes back weeks after she was stolen. She raises one big foot and scratches at her harness, which clearly hasn’t been tightened properly, because the saddle finishes slipping sideways and dumps the thief himself into the dirt outside her stable. Song is just coming off from a shift at the clinic, so her first thought isn’t That bastard, it’s Dehydration, probable sunstroke, has he had a single meal since he left us, that bastard.

His eyes are closed. His breathing is shallow. She nudges him with a foot, then pats him down. Two swords and a knife get hidden in the shed at the bottom of a grain bin. She draws up two buckets of cool water from the well. One of them goes in the ostrich-horse’s trough. The good girl coos, and drinks greedily. The other one goes over the thief’s head.

He sits up, sputtering.

“Hello, Junior,” she says, and drops the bucket on him, too.

“What? Where? …Song?”

He doesn’t have the grace to look sheepish. But she’ll take the flash of fear in his eyes, the way his shoulders twitch under the lacking weight of his swords, the way his hands convulse around the bucket. It feels good. Probably not in a way she should like, but it’s not like she’s planning to do whatever it is he’s afraid of.

(He was afraid the last time he was here, too. But not of her.)

“The well’s in back,” she says. “Get a drink. Don’t make yourself puke. And don’t steal my bucket.”

She’s moved on to brushing the ostrich-horse’s feathers when he comes back. The ostrich-horse has moved on to pecking grain. Li is holding the bucket, and wobbling a little. His skin is still sun-flushed.

“Sit down,” she orders, pointing to the porch, with its shady overhang.

“What…?”

“Sit.”

She finishes rubbing down the ostrich-horse’s feathers. Checks her feet for scuffs and stones, and her legs for strains. Then she walks past a sitting, wide-eyed Li, goes into the house, and comes back with a basket of carrot-potatoes and a scrub brush.

“Clean these,” she orders. “You know where the water is.”

And he’s already got a bucket to do the washing in. He’s been clutching it since she handed it to him. She’s getting a little sick, of that cornered pygmy puma look of his.

“You got a meal and an ostrich-horse rental from us, last time,” she says. “This time, it’s payment up front. With interest.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“Work for it,” Song says.

Li has no idea how to clean a tuber. He’s very diligently overdoing it when her mother comes home.

“Hmm,” she says quietly, stopping next to Song. “Do I need to get someone?”

Li’s shoulders stiffen, because he’s got better hearing than either of them thought, and because he has to know that ostrich-horse theft isn’t treated lightly. Their town isn’t big enough to warrant guardsmen, but a few neighbors and a rope would get things done.

“He’s starving,” Song says, after moving this conversation farther away.

“Hmm,” says her mother.

“Our ostrich-horse isn’t.”

They both stare across the yard. At a refugee with golden eyes, who doesn’t know how to even start preparing his own meal. But whatever money he had, however he’d gotten it, he’d let their bird—his bird—eat first.

They don’t let him sleep in the stable, for obvious reasons. He doesn’t run off in the night, for less obvious ones.

#Zuko has re-named the ostrich-horse Strawberry Jamboree #it didn't fit into the ficlet but it is very important to me that you know this #Meanwhile Uncle: searching for his lost nephew #follows bison hair trail #assumes if he sticks with the Avatar he’ll eventually run across Zuko #Meanwhile Zuko: is a confused second player in Song’s Stardew Valley game #he literally doesn’t know how he got here #which is not the first time in his life that has happened #waking up on a farm with a bucket of water to the face was much nicer #than waking up on a ship with his face still feeling fire #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #Zuko #Song #ficlet

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cherr-22 · 7 months

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TNGDH 25

“Cashew. I’m really leaving now. I’ll only be visiting the horse stables, so it won’t take too long.”

Kyle spoke dejectedly with me sitting on his palms.

―Squeak (Hurry and go.)

“Sorry for leaving you so often. Even though I should be taking care of you more before we start infusing mana into you.”

―Squeak squeak. (I’m telling you to go away.)

The first time he said he would be leaving was 10 minutes ago.

I pushed against his face with my front paws and turned my head away from him, but he failed to read the meaning behind my actions. Instead, I was kissed five more times before being let go.

‘It’s finally over.’

I’m completely beat. You damned hamster otaku.

Kyle let me down into my home and then left the study.

As I reorganized my messy fur, I turned towards the door to confirm that Kyle left and used ‘Summon’.

‘System! You know the drill. To that room.’

[o(*￣▽￣*)ブ]

My vision went white and instantly changed. It was the new room I received from Kyle the day before yesterday.

I wore my newly bought clothes and surveyed the room. A large window, a cozy fireplace, a soft bed, and a wooden wardrobe and a desk. There was even a warm rug on the floor.

It was so clean that it was almost unbelievable that the room had never been used before.

“He paid a lot of attention to it.”

I chuckled and closed the closet.

All the clothes I bought before were hung inside. Things like a small lamp, paper, and a pen were on the desk even though I never bought them. Same with the pillow and blanket on the bed. Oh, there are even slippers.

I opened the thick curtains to take a glance outside and laid down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling reminded me of the first rental house I signed.

It was a home I obtained from doing part-time jobs from early morning to late night. It was small and cramped, but I was proud of earning it myself. It was particularly difficult period of time back then since my uncle refused to help me at all.

That was why from the time I was Bae Soohyun until now, this was the first time someone actively supported me like this. I have been always alone since I was little, so it was natural to feel that I had to endure everything alone.

“……Is that why I’m having a strange feeling.”

Providing me money and a place to call home out of kindness, Kyle gave me an unfamiliar feeling. It felt as if it were obvious to request them at the time, but actually holding them in my hands felt strange.

“I will make sure to save you.”

I muttered to myself and turned around. Then I saw a table next to the bed…… huh? Wait.

“This is…….”

I bolted off the bed and clenched the bracelet on the table. It looked just like the <Shocking news! Beneficial mana energy is flowing out!> bracelet from before.

“No wonder he was talking nonsense about how I’m short and how weak I looked!”

I pounded my chest in distress and shoved the bracelet into my pocket.

I should go refund it right away. No matter how rich a person may be, he shouldn’t be ripped off of a scam. This wasn’t cheap either.

“You Grand Duke bastard!”

I opened the door and left the room. You said you were going to the horse stable? Wait just right there. I will come straight to you to make you refund it.

As if it were never warm before, the weather turned chilly. However, the anger within me was stronger than the bitter Northern winds.

I took long strides towards the stables. Kyle was there as expected. In his hands were a handful of sugar cubes to feed to the horses.

First, I took a deep breath and neatly straightened my clothes. Pretend we are meeting in a coincidence. Pretend it’s a coincidence. Act as if I never knew he would be here.

“……Cough, cough. So you are here.”

I cleared my throat and walked closer to Kyle. He turned his head upon hearing me.

“It sure is hard to see you around.”

“Yes, well……. I’m just rather busy.”

“You didn’t stay in your room either. Is it not to your liking?”

“Oh, no no. Of course not. ……but!”

It was supposed to be a short conversation, but it was difficult to hold back after he mentioned the room. I pulled the bracelet out of my pocket and shook it in front of his face.

“What is this! You really bought this from the market? Even though it was obviously a scam!?”

“Scam?”

“Some mana good for your body emitting out or whatever, do you think that’s really true? Even if it were, there’s no way they would sell it like that at a marketplace like that!”

“I didn’t buy that at the market.”

“What?”

Kyle chuckled as he held one of my wrist, took the bracelet from me, and unclasped it.

“I requested a magician yesterday to make one. It doesn’t emit any mana, but wearing it may bring you luck.”

“…….”

Saying that, Kyle put the bracelet on my wrist.

The bracelet, accented with blue gems on a silver chain, was light and beautiful. So beautiful that my wrist didn’t seem worthy of it.

And here I was about to rip it apart thinking it was just a germanium bracelet…….

“But is it alright to give me such a precious item?”

“I felt bad that you got hurt at the banquet when the chandelier fell, yet I couldn’t do anything for you. It may be late, but I hope you’d take this as an expression of apology and gratitude. Please accept it.”

He said with his eyes still on my wrist. A lucky bracelet you say? Are you saying you hope I won’t get caught up in another incident like that?

“Even though you already gave me a room.”

“That’s because you looked after Cashew for me.”

“……Anyways, this looks rather expensive. Since you gifted it to me, I won’t give it back even if you ask for it.”

This kind of situation felt unfamiliar, so I avoided his eyes nervously.

“By the way, why are you at the stables? It’s not like you need to maintain it yourself.��

“Because it seems that you’d need one for yourself.”

Kyle put down the sugar cubes and patted the brown mare. The horse nuzzled its face into his hand and neighed happily.

“Um, I don’t know how to ride one.”

“You can learn.”

“Who would teach me?”

Kyle looked at me as if it were the most obvious answer.

“Me.”

“……Are you not busy?”

“I have about an hour.”

He opened the door of the stall the brown mare was in.

I took a step back in hesitation. I’ve only seen them at the zoo when I was young and it was my first time seeing one up so close.

He saddled the horse and took the reins as if it were familiar to him.

“Come up.”

“Oh my back is still hurting a bit so…….”

“We’ll move slowly so don’t worry.”

After staring at the horse for a while, I gave in. I stepped my left foot into the stirrup and climbed onto the horse. It was a small horse, so it didn’t feel as scary as I thought it would be.

I held on tightly to the handle of the saddle and Kyle started moving forward slowly. The horse followed his lead and headed out of the stable.

‘……This feels weird.’

The ground was hard, but it felt as if it were oscillating like waves in the ocean.

“Why do you treat me so well? Is there a particular reason? Something like I resemble someone or something.”

I mumbled absentmindedly while looking up at the clear, blue sky. Kyle didn’t respond so I continued.

“On the surface, His Highness the Grand Duke may be wealthy and be called the king of the North, but I cannot take everything you give me for granted. I know that nothing in this world is free and that there would always be some sort of purpose behind your favors.

I am old enough to know better that there was no kindness without compensation.

There was something to obtain, which was why you were taking care of the other. Part of the strange feeling I felt in the room before could’ve been due to this fact. Just what exactly do you want from me?

Kyle seemed to ponder for a moment before opening his mouth.

“I suppose you wouldn’t believe me if I said I had no motives behind my actions.”

“…….”

“You looked lonely, that’s all.”

I opened my mouth, only to close it without saying anything.

‘……looked lonely.’

I frowned unconsciously and clasped the handle harder.

“I wasn’t even fifteen years old when I wandered around the North alone, not having anyone to trust. Trust could become a weakness and favors could turn into traps. For that reason, I tried to do everything on my own. But the winters of the North were harsh, and it was difficult to even stay alive. In the end, I realized I needed help from someone else.”

He sounded calm as he recollected his past. He pulled on the reigns to stop the horse and raised his head towards me.

“No human can live alone, no matter how tough and strong they may be. In fact, even dragon hatchlings are heavily guarded by their pack when they are young. And when they grow to a full-fledged adult, they often blend into the human society to overcome their loneliness. Which is why I embrace those who need help, and receive help myself when I need them. I am only doing the same to you.”

It was a very idealistic statement. Even though the world could never always go so smoothly, he spoke with confidence in his voice.

What if the person who received your help betrayed you? What if you die because of that betrayal? Would you still think the same way then?

My mouth felt bitter, especially knowing to whose hands Kyle died in the original story.

I spoke out after pressing down the heavy feeling in my chest.

“Then, please don’t die.”

I spoke a bit too bluntly, making Kyle laugh as he lowered me down from the horse.

“Alright. I promise you.”

[A new imprint was made on Kyle Jane Meinhardt’s life.]

[Hidden quest, ‘Collective Destiny’ achieved!]

[Miracle Value has increased.]

[Current Miracle Value 26.0%]

I looked past the blue system window to Kyle.

I hope you continue to live. Regardless of whether or not our fates are tied together, you are someone who deserves it.

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440mxs-wife · 2 months

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The Country Doctor, Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader (eventual). Other Characters are the usual suspects: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura. Spock, Montgomery Scott, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov (to be introduced in later chapters.) OMC's Travis Myers and Miles Cooper.

Word Count: 4530

Warnings: Divorce, break-up, ruthless businessmen, mentions of infidelity, but mostly fluffy (for now)

Summary: Fresh off of his divorce, Dr. McCoy receives word that he has inherited a 5,000-acre farm and home in Logan, Montana. Finally, he has an opportunity for a clean slate and to start his own clinic out west and leave his ex-wife behind. Along the way, he'll meet a cast of unique characters, each with a place in his new small-town life. But there could be trouble ahead in the form of a powerful CEO hell-bent on acquiring Leonard's property by any means necessary.

A/N: This idea was posted by @hailbop1701, with a specific list of plot points/dialog to be included. I won't put the list here, because it'll give away too much. Not sure how many parts there'll be, but I hope you like where I take the story.

A/N 2: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, or would rather leave the Crazy Train, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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"Court is adjourned."

That was the declaration eight weeks ago, when Dr. Leonard H. McCoy sat at a table with his attorney in the Fulton County Courthouse in Atlanta, Georgia. The Honorable Judge Michael Simmons had just pounded his gavel on the bench to signify an end to the McCoy v. McCoy divorce proceedings. Unfortunately, his now-ex-wife, Jocelyn, had the better attorney, which resulted in a somewhat less-than-equitable division of their assets.

At least Leonard was able to keep his vintage pickup truck and the 4-bedroom, 2 bath, ranch-style home he had lived in with Jocelyn. She basically got everything else in the settlement, though, including most of the furniture. She didn't technically need the furniture, since she was moving in with her new boyfriend. However, he had a rental property that needed furnishings, so that's where they went.

Two weeks after the divorce was finalized, Leonard received correspondence from a law firm in Montana, with a request for his presence. The letter did not specify the reason for the request, and when he called the law office, no one was authorized to divulge any information. He didn't want to find himself on the wrong side of the law and besides, he was more than a little curious. Luckily, the law firm had a satellite office in Atlanta, so that's where he attended the meeting.

An hour or so after the meeting ended, a slightly dazed Leonard walked out of the attorney's office with a file folder and a property deed in his hand. The meeting was for the reading of the will for his distant uncle, Walter McCoy. Around 5,000 acres of land in Montana along with an old craftsman-style farmhouse were bequeathed to him to do with as he pleased. There were also various outbuildings on the property, such as a machine shed, a barn with a hay loft, and horse stables.

He had options. There was an Eastern conglomerate, NorthStar Corp, that was willing to pay a more than fair price to buy it from him, lock, stock, and barrel. With what they were offering, Leonard wouldn't have to worry about money for the foreseeable future, if ever. Or, he could make the break from Georgia and his ex-wife with her boy-toy to make a go of it in Logan, Montana. Although Leonard wanted to stay near his mother, Eleanora, he had to consider that this was his chance to start over somewhere else.

When he told his best friend, James T. Kirk, about his inheritance, Jim could hardly contain his excitement. He considered it to be the start to a great adventure and was more than willing to accompany Leonard.

Jim had no family ties to speak of, preferring to live a sort of nomadic existence. He even offered to take turns driving the moving truck the 1,900 or so miles to Montana. "Good music, good snacks, and good company are all we need to get us to our destination, Bones," Kirk told him with a wide grin.

The more Leonard thought about it, the more he warmed up to the idea of starting somewhere new. A place where he wouldn't have to worry about running into someone who knew about the divorce and wouldn't hesitate to share an opinion about it. So, with Jim's help, he cleared his house out of any remaining items, put them in storage, then contacted a realtor to list it for sale.

After only a few showings, a deal was quickly closed, with a $30,000.00 profit in his bank account to show for it. Leonard and Jim loaded up his remaining possessions into the moving van, hooked up a car trailer with Leonard's pickup truck on it, and headed west to Montana. The pair made a few stops along the way, renting a hotel room to rest for the night before hitting the road again the next morning.

The more miles Leonard put behind him, the more comfortable and free he felt with his decision. He wasn't too keen on leaving his mother behind, but she assured him that she would be fine, even encouraged him to take this leap. He made a note to send her a plane ticket so she could visit once he got settled.

Nearly four days and more than 1,900 miles later, Leonard turned into the gravel driveway that led to his new home. It was a charcoal gray with white trim craftsman-style farmhouse with a tall, red brick chimney on one side. The wooden wrap-around porch was accented with white, tapered columns, set on top of the slotted railing framing the area. He appreciated the large windows, which would bring in a good amount of natural light, as well as soft breezes on lazy summer days.

"Well? Is it everything you expected?" Jim asked.

"I didn't exactly know what to expect, Jim. I don't even remember either of my parents ever mentioning an 'Uncle Walter McCoy'. He isn't someone I knew well enough for him to leave me something like this, but I'll do my best to make the most of it. From what I've seen so far, though, at least the outside looks fine," Leonard replied.

"That's the spirit, Bones! Let's go have a look at the grounds, then inside the house. After that, we can start unloading your stuff," Jim grinned as he scrambled out of the truck.

Leonard stepped down from the driver's seat and closed the door. "Sure, Jim. Why not," he muttered to himself. He fished the house keys out of his pocket on his way up the porch steps. The front door was made of solid oak with a dark finish and leaded glass panels arranged in a geometric design. He inserted the key into the lock and tilted his head back. "Here goes nothin', I guess," he murmured, pushing the door open.

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At just after 2:00pm, you stopped by the post office to retrieve your mail that had piled up over the last couple of days. Before you left, you strolled up to the counter to chat with your best friend, Nyota Uhura. Her shift was almost over, so she suggested the two of you meet for coffee and a snack at the Java Station Café on Main Street.

While you waited for her at the café, you thought about how you met her and what brought you back to Logan, Montana. Your now-ex-boyfriend, Travis Myers, had convinced you to move with him from Logan to Bozeman. He'd landed a lucrative position as in-house counsel for a large and powerful corporation. You found work at a tech company doing data entry work for a medical office. Not too terribly taxing nor was it what you wanted for a career, but it paid well.

Around the six-month mark of living together in the big city, Travis started coming home later and later in the evening. Missed date nights and other outings were becoming more frequent, with him coming to bed late and leaving before you woke up. Whenever you tried to talk to him about it, he always chalked it up to working late on a big case or project, so you let it go.

The last straw was when the two of you were supposed to meet a few of your friends for dinner. Since he was late picking you up from home, you asked one of them to drive you to the restaurant. From the lobby, you called Travis and told him to meet you there.

Just before you said your goodbyes, you heard, "Come back to bed, baby, I'm cold" in a woman's voice. You were furious, demanding to know who the woman was and how long he had been seeing her. After first denying everything, he ultimately confessed it was his assistant and it had been going on for about six weeks. You felt your world collapsing around you at his admission. Dinner was forgotten while your friends drove you back to the apartment to pack up your belongings.

You couch-surfed for about a month before finding an apartment back in Logan, where you had previously lived with your parents. Because Travis paid for most of the expenses such as rent and utilities, you were able to save up quite a nest egg to cover your new living situation. However, you weren't sure how much longer your savings would hold out, so you decided to look for a job to make ends meet.

The bell above the door tinkled, and Nyota rushed over to your table. After a brief hug, you both sat down and waited for your server to appear and take your order. Uhura was practically vibrating with energy, which meant she had something exciting to share. A few minutes later, with your order submitted, she spilled her secret.

"You'll never guess what happened today!" she exclaimed. "Two men came in today to file a change of address card."

You snorted. "That sounds like something that happens every day around here, Nyota, not that interesting. You're nearly jumping out of your skin about this. What is so compelling about them that has you barely able to sit still long enough to tell me?"

Uhura made a face at you to show her displeasure. "If you can keep from insulting me, I'll tell you," she pouted. You held up your hands in surrender as her cue to continue. "They moved here from Georgia, and one of them has the most tantalizing Southern accent. They were both tall, one blond hair with striking blue eyes, and the other dark hair and hazel eyes. He seemed a little grumpy at first, but Blue Eyes was the more charming of the two," she explained.

"Did you get a look at their new address, the one here?" you asked.

"The one with dark hair listed his name as Dr. Leonard H. McCoy, and his address matched the one for Walter McCoy's place," she replied.

Now she had your attention. Every so often, you drove by the farm, wishing you lived there instead of your small, one-bedroom apartment. You had thoughts about what it would be like to buy the place one day so you could fix it up and return it to some of its old glory. You'd heard through the grapevine that the owner passed away a few months back. It was also mentioned that ownership would pass to his only other living relative.

"I've always thought about that place, what it looks like inside, how I would spruce it up. Wait a minute, did you say Doctor McCoy?" you squeaked.

"And her brain has finally caught up with her mouth," Uhura joked. "I was wondering when you'd catch on to that tidbit of information. That house has a separate office space, ideal for treating patients. Word travels fast in this town, and once folks get to know there's a doctor in town again, Dr. McCoy is bound to need help. You know, with paperwork or coordinating treatment of his patients. Know anyone with those kind of skills?" she grinned.

In addition to your data entry job, you had acquired some basic medical training. The town had a couple of paramedics within the Volunteer Fire Department for the more serious cases. For now, it was enough, but it would be nice for the vacancy to be filled, especially by a handsome doctor. "Hmm. Maybe I should head out that way, introduce myself, see if he needs any help." Beg him for a job, you silently added.

"That's the spirit! If you're done with your coffee, we should drive out there and check things out. You in?" she held out her hand for you to shake.

After draining the last of your cappuccino, you nodded and shook her hand. "I'm all in," you declared.

***

Leonard and Jim wandered the property, taking in the condition and contents of the outbuildings. Many of the machines and tools were left behind. They noted which items were and were not still functional, to determine what could be easily returned to service or sold for parts. The good news was, the buildings themselves were structurally sound, although at least in need of a new outer coat of paint.

As for the house itself, Leonard was pleased to find a side entrance that led to an office, set apart from the main house. It was perfect for starting his clinic, with a small area that could function as a waiting room, and enough space for a reception desk. He made a note to check in town for a secondhand store to pick up a desk, some chairs and other furnishings.

Jim joked and told him that all he needed now was a pretty receptionist who could also perform nursing duties. Leonard glared at him in response, reminding him that after the way divorce went, he wasn't at all interested in dating. "Just doctorin'," he affirmed. "Maybe fishin', if the winds are just right," he added with a smirk.

A tour of the home's interior revealed hardwood flooring in the bedrooms and living room, while ceramic tiles covered the floor in the eat-in kitchen. There was a separate dining room space between the kitchen and living room. The centerpiece of the living room was a fireplace made with gray bricks and had a dark wooden mantle above it.

Before his arrival, Leonard contacted the utilities and asked for them to be turned on and transferred into his name. That gave Leonard and Jim a chance to determine what worked and what needed repaired. For the most part, the electrical system was in good working order, except for a few outlets that may need replaced or updated.

The water situation was another story. At first, when Jim turned on the high-arching faucet in the kitchen, the white farmhouse sink reflected a light brownish tint to the water. The pedestal sink and clawfoot tub in the main bathroom, plus the sinks in the half-baths were the same shade of brown. However, the more they let the water run, the clearer it became, which helped ease their minds a bit.

Leonard walked back out to the porch to make a mental list of what he'd need to bring the old house back to life and working order. The hardwood floors were in good condition, though they could use a bit of polish applied to them. There were a few non-working electrical outlets that would need an electrician's expertise to chase down the problem. In the bedrooms, there were spots where the wallpaper was peeling away from the wall. Not exactly a fan of wallpaper, Leonard decided it would be better to tear it all down and paint instead.

Overall, the pluses outweighed the minuses, such as the updated appliances in the kitchen and quartz countertops. Leonard could definitely see himself cooking up a Sunday dinner of his mother's chicken and dumplings with a peach cobbler. As an avid reader, he also loved the built-in bookshelves to showcase his personal library of classics. And the side-door entrance to the office space provided a break between his professional life and his personal life.

Jim joined him out on the porch and gazed out over the mature trees that dotted the property. "So now that you've taken the grand tour, what do you think, Bones?"

Leonard thought for a moment before answering. "Think I'm gonna like it here. Let's start unloading the truck," he directed. "Good thing we hit those consignment shops on the way here, or you wouldn't have a bed to sleep in," he jested.

Jim was about to unlatch the door on the moving truck when he noticed a car turning into the driveway. "Welcoming Committee?" he wondered. Leonard shook his head and rolled his eyes while he walked over to stand next to Jim. They both watched as the car rolled to a stop near the front of the truck.

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The drive to the McCoy place only took about twenty minutes, which you spent silently reviewing your qualifications. Uhura could tell you were worried about making a good impression, which she was sure you would. She told you not to worry about it, that you were the best candidate for the job, if Dr. McCoy was hiring. "What if he's not hiring, though?" you asked.

"Then we'll have to convince him that he'll need your help, being the only doc in town. There really is no way around it, he will require an assistant," she reasoned. Her response sounded logical, so you accepted it and kept driving out to meet your prospective employer.

Soon your car was pulling into the driveway, where a large moving truck was parked. Upon seeing the two men standing to one side, you had to admit that Uhura was right. They were both strikingly handsome men. The dark-aired man carried a stern look on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest. The blond seemed a little more easygoing, self-assured, bordering on cocky, as if he knew what a good-looking man he was.

As you exited your vehicle, the men had started walking in your direction. "You ladies lost or somethin'?" the dark-haired man drawled. Ohhhh, that accent was enough to make you weak in the knees, you thought. You held on to your open door for balance.

"Yeah, can we help you?" the blond man wondered with a smirk.

When your brain finally rebooted, you responded, "Actually, we were hoping to be of assistance to you, since you're new in town." At this, you introduced the two of you and learned that the blond was James T. Kirk, or "Jim" he offered with a waggle of his eyebrows. His grumpy companion with the dark hair was the Dr. Leonard H. McCoy who now owned the property.

"I think we can manage fine with just the two of us. Good day, la--" Leonard was interrupted by Jim, who pulled him aside.

"Wait a minute, Bones, let's not be too hasty. I mean, these are a couple of gorgeous women who showed up out of nowhere to see us," Jim pointed out. "It wouldn't hurt to hear what they had to say, now would it?"

Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation. He was here to be a physician, to take care of people who need help, not dip a toe in the dating pool. When he looked up, he noticed that Jim had left his side and was talking to Uhura, while you had stepped up in his place.

"Excuse me, Dr. McCoy? I understand that my friend and I just turned up unannounced on your doorstep, and you don't know anything about us. But this is a pretty small town, and I should tell you, it won't take long for people to learn that we have a new physician to replace old Doc Thomas. Therefore, I'm offering you my services. I have some basic medical training, and I used to do data entry for a medical company back in Bozeman," you explained.

"Bozeman? Why on earth would you ever leave there to live here? Not to say that what I've seen so far of Logan isn't simply charming," Leonard added with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"I'll be glad to share that little tidbit of information once we've gotten used to working together," you shot back. "By hiring me, you'll have a well-organized appointment calendar, along with accurate patient files. You'll also have someone who knows how to take and record vitals, which leaves you free to do the doctorin'. So, do we have a deal?" you asked, your hand outstretched.

Leonard took a moment to consider your offer, bold though it was. He had to concede that in a town of this size, word would get around about a new physician and spread like wildfire. He'd probably end up with a huge influx of patients. Even if it was only at first, he might become easily overwhelmed. Patient care was of the utmost importance to him, and if you could make things easier for him, who was he to reject such a proposition?

His lack of response translated to you as a decline of your offer of assistance. As you started to withdraw your hand, he quickly grabbed it and clasped it between his own. "Whoa, hold on there just a minute. All right, you have a deal, but we'll do this as a trial run. A three-month probationary period, take it or leave it," he bartered, fighting the urge to smile.

"Thank you, Dr. McCoy! Three months? That'll be more than enough time for you to decide you can't live without me! In-in the office, I mean," you clarified.

Leonard couldn't help but smile at your blunder. "All right, now that we have that settled, I hope you'll excuse me and Casanova over there with your friend. We have a lot to unload, and I'd like to sleep in my own bed tonight rather than the couch," he stated.

"We can help, if that's okay with you? With four sets of hands, we can be done in no time. Besides, I've always been kind of curious about what the inside of your house looks like," you admitted.

You are one interesting woman, Leonard thought to himself. "Okay, let's get started then. Once we get everything out of the truck, I'll take you on the nickel tour," he winked. He whistled to get Jim's and Uhura's attention, then opened up the back of the truck.

***

"There, I think that's the last of it," Leonard declared after he removed the final box from the moving truck and placed it on the lawn. He jumped up to grab the leather strap, then pulled down the rolling door until it was flush with the deck. He latched and locked the door, picked up the box, and brought it into his new home.

Jim and Uhura had taken your car into town to pick up something for dinner, which left you alone with Leonard. During the unloading, you didn't get much of a chance to stop and look around. But now that most of the heavy lifting was done, you seized the opportunity to take in your surroundings.

You were so caught up in admiring the home's features that you didn't hear Dr. McCoy slide up next to you. "If you have your nickel, I'm ready to start the tour," he grinned. You dug in your pocket, which luckily contained the right coin for the price of your ticket. "Ready when you are, Dr. McCoy," you replied, handing over the 5 cents.

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Video Conference Call -- Bozeman, Montana

Travis checked his watch to see that he had another ten minutes before his conference call was scheduled to start. He opened the blue file folder in front of him, which was sent from his employer regarding a property they wanted to acquire in Logan, Montana. He sat back in his chair as he thought about how you'd moved there after breaking up with him. Before he could stroll any further down Memory Lane, his alarm beeped to let him know it was time to start the call.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," Travis greeted. He could see the CEO, Miles Cooper, at the head of the table, surrounded by other members of NorthStar Corp's Board of Executives.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Myers. I see you have the file in front of you, so let's begin. We understand that the principal owner of the McCoy property has passed away. As such, we want to move forward and make the new owner an offer to purchase the parcel of land and whatever's on it. The house, barn, stables--everything, down to the last shingle," Mr. Cooper explained.

"My source tells me that the new owner drove all the way from Atlanta, Georgia to check out the property. He is also a doctor, and the town has been without one since the last one died. In my opinion, this could present a problem. He may decide to stay and 'hang out his shingle', as it were," Travis pointed out.

Mr. Cooper leaned back in his chair and rested his steepled index fingers on his chin as he contemplated his next move. As he considered this new development, conversation buzzed around him among the other executives. According to one of the scientific reports he received, there were plenty of reasons for encouraging the good doctor to sell.

The report mentioned the discovery of several veins of copper and silver running beneath the surface. The financial gains from mining those resources would more than cover the initial investment paid to acquire the property. Whether the new owner was aware of these precious metals was unknown, but Cooper needed to act fast before the doctor learned of their existence.

With a wave of his hand, silence returned to the board room as Mr. Cooper had made a decision. "Mr. Myers, I suggest you do your best to convince Dr. McCoy to sell the property to us. I will have a new purchase offer drawn up that's more than fair, and you should strongly encourage him to accept it."

Travis carefully considered Mr. Cooper's words that carried the barest hint of a threat behind them. "Sir, I will present your offer; however, we should be prepared for him to turn it down and decide to become the town's doctor."

"You worry about getting a signature on that purchase agreement, Myers, and I will worry about whether or not a contingency plan will be needed. Before the previous owner's death, this was a working farm, right? Lots of tools, machinery? Farming is considered to be one of the most dangerous professions, you know. Accidents can and do happen. It would be unfortunate if an accident should befall the good Dr. McCoy," Mr. Cooper replied darkly.

There was no mistake in Mr. Cooper's intent this time. "Absolutely, sir. I will find a way to present your offer that will make it difficult if not impossible to decline it."

Mr. Cooper's eyes brightened and a smile graced his face. "Excellent, Myers, I knew I could count on you. I'll send that new offer over to you as soon as I have it and we'll go from there," he stated. "I appreciate your cooperation, Myers, I certainly won't forget it."

"And thank you, Sir. I welcome this opportunity, and I will not let you down," Travis concluded.

"Let us hope not, Myers. I'd hate for you to experience any....negative fallout, should you be unable to close this deal," Mr. Cooper remarked ominously before disconnecting the call.

Travis relaxed in his chair and began to formulate a plan in his mind. A sly grin crept across his face as he thought of the perfect way to get an inside look into the doctor's life.

Of course, it involved a trip to Logan and should he happen to run into you, so much the better. For him, anyway. Though there was a near 100% chance that you would want nothing to do with him. If that was the case, his plan may be a bust before it even gets started.

Especially after the way things ended between you discovering his infidelity. For that reason alone, it was likely your walls of protection against him and his crap were nearly guaranteed to be sky-high. But it was a chance he was willing to take, because he did not want to disappoint his client. Something told him that with a failure of this magnitude, Mr. Cooper was capable of making his life a living hell.

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Headed to the airport and thought I got on to the flight to Las Vegas but ended up on the flight to South Texas International Airport, not sure how that will work out for me, any ideas?

Las Vegas! A weekend of raucous parties. Gambling. Alcohol. You even had tickets to see Celine Dion. It was supposed to be an orgy in colorful LED and neon lights. And now you are standing here at this airport. The crickets are chirping. The men are wearing cowboy hats and boots. And you are wearing pink hot pants with matching chucks. And sweetie: The glitter top is really too tight for you, you should get yourself a size bigger.

And what should you do now? Take a rental car? You don't have a driver's license! One of the cowboys looks at you questioningly. He spits out his chewing tobacco and asks you something. After a second you think you have guessed what he asked you. Whether he can take you into town. Since you have no idea what else to do, you gratefully accept.

"An? Hare fahwar thuh rodeo?"

You think the question is a joke. But anyway, you say yes.

"Ah thought so. Yawl look lahk uh man who knows how tuh handle uh horse. "

You giggle silly and hysterical. You wanted a unicorn tattoo once. But you were too scared of the needle. You pull yourself together. And say that you love animals.

"Say, Ah know yawl… Dja go tuh Sharyland Pioneer Ha Skoo?"

"Pete? Fucking… Sure, we were in the same class together."

Pete doesn't make a face, just takes his right hand off the wheel and high-fives you. You ask if you can have some of his Copenhagen.

"So? Tell may, Connor. Iz chur luggage at thuh hotel yet?"

"Saddle, chaps and vest are delivered in advance", you answer. "But thuh rest uh mah luggage iz still sumwhere between Saint Louis an hare."

"Bro, let's go pick up chur stuff at thuh hotel. An then yawl come tuh may. Thayure's plenty uh room at thuh ranch. An Ahl defnutly hav sumpn fahwar yawl tuh wear."

"Fuck, great, bro! Yawl know Ah hate thuh city. An Ah hope yawl hav sumpn tuh ride in on thuh ranch. Ah need sum trainin' before thuh rodeo."

"Hehehehe, is yawl tawkin' bout may, thuh Mexican stable boy or wunna thuh year ode stallions."

"Raht in thet order, bro!"

Fuck, you guys have never talked to each other that much. Not all junior high, not all high school. What luck you met Pete, you can't imagine better preparation for the rodeo. The hottest ass in South Texas. And the wildest stallions. I wish you the best of luck!

Thanks to @cowboyupcowboy2016 for the hot pic!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #redneck tf

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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Love old converted mills. This one is in Alburtis, Pennsylvania, was built in 1800 and for sale for $1M.

It’s big, open, yet cozy and warm.

Here’s a nice sitting area. Very comfortable space.

And, look at this, a bar.

This looks like there may have been some mill equipment here. I hate when they remove it all.

There was definitely something here that they took out.

Has a huge kitchen.

Dining area next to the kitchen.

Formal dining area.

This looks like a horse stable.

They used this space as a rental hall.

It has a kitchen for cooking.

And, there’s a small TV room upstairs.

It’s a nice catering venue.

This is such a large mill, I wish they would’ve left some of the original equipment and incorporated it into the design.

Beautiful piece of property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/9043-Mountain-Rd-Alburtis-PA-18011/8897013_zpid/

#converted mill #old mill house #old house dreams #rustic architecture #long post

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Three Goblets

A bar, an Inn (Rental) or a Residential? Versatile lot for sims who want to drink and dance. You can also bring your (deco) horse, stables available.

A good space for the bar with bar tables and music. Second floor is an apartment for the owner.

The stables are ready for your (deco) horses, and on the upper floor you can get extra income from renting out the rooms.

Go download at Curseforge, all CC linked (mostly my own)

#sims 4 #sims 4 builds #sims 4 medieval #sims historical

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polijakefim · 10 months

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Outside Magazine, November 2016 | Travis fimmel, Vikings actors, Happy play

Travis Fimmel’s Minimalist Broasis

Vikings star Travis Fimmel has exactly three possessions: his trailer, his pickup truck, and his horse

I’d been told to meet the Australian actor Travis Fimmel, best known for his role as Norse warrior Ragnar Lothbrok in the History channel’s Vikings series, at his ranch outside Los Angeles. Given the popularity of the show—four seasons, an Amazon Prime release, and season five in the works—I had assumed that Fimmel’s pad would be some secluded midcentury hideout with a well-stocked kitchen and a gym worthy of a broadsword slinger who’d also recently anchored a Warcraft film adaptation that made nearly half a billion dollars worldwide

But the address led to a dusty outdoor riding arena just off the highway, where Fimmel, barefoot in a pair of camo cargo shorts and a surf tee, greeted me from the back of his 15-year-old chestnut quarter horse, Wanker.

“I’m just getting him warmed up so he doesn’t buck you off,” says Fimmel, who is 37 and was raised on a dairy farm in Echuca, Australia. He grew up working in his family’s cherry orchards, camping and fishing with his two older brothers, and surfing behind dirt bikes in irrigation canals. He came to L.A. when he was 21, after being scouted by a modeling agency and dropping out of architecture school. Almost immediately, he was stopping traffic on billboards modeling Calvin Klein underwear

"Among a generation who’ve shunned material possessions, Fimmel has achieved an advanced state of stoic minimalism."

Still mounted, Fimmel led me in my rental car up to his broasis, which, it quickly became clear, was actually a dilapidated 18-foot beige and white Nomad travel trailer parked permanently in the shade of a pepper tree between a water tank and the tack shed.

“Got it real cheap, over in Phelan,” says Fimmel. “Towing it back, the side panels were flapping, and the back door fell off.” The ranch belongs to longtime stunt coordinator Walter Scott. Fimmel showed up in 2010 looking for riding lessons ahead of a big-screen remake of the 1960s TV show Big Valley. Most of the work around his family’s farm was performed on ATVs, so he was a novice horseman.

“Just ask me about when I first met him,” says Scott. “He says he knew about horses—everything he learned right here, on that horse. Roping and everything. Him and another guy came. He never left.”

The film went down in flames after the director was convicted of committing tax-credit fraud on a previous project, but Fimmel stuck around the stable and now squats there when he’s not traveling. “Out here it’s just good people. No industry,” Fimmel explains. “Just the stunt boys.”

Among a generation who’ve shunned material possessions as barriers to life experience, Fimmel has achieved an advanced state of stoic minimalism. According to him, his only worldly possessions are Wanker, the Craigslist trailer (which now has air-conditioning), and a red 1982 GMC stepside pickup with a ’73 bed (which does not). Before the trailer, he lived in an old Ford Econoline with a pop-up bed.

“It got taken off me,” he says. “It wasn’t road worthy.” Unlike the cool kids who gussy up Sprinter vans and Westfalias, Fimmel only recently upgraded from a flip phone to an iPhone 4, does no social media, and rarely checks his e-mail. “I’m always getting texts asking why I’m not responding on Instagram or Facebook, and I’m like, ‘It’s not me. You’re writing to some stranger.’ ”

Fimmel helped me into the saddle, and we headed out for a hack on a trail behind the property, him riding Scott’s horse Josey. It was hot, and Wanker wanted to stop in the shade. Fimmel’s ultimate goal is to save as much money as he can and end up back in Australia on a nice spread—“with three or four wives,” he jokes, though at the moment he says of the opposite sex, “They all hate me, although it’s not for lack of trying. When you do a lot of traveling, it’s hard.”

He eats what he wants, works out only when he’s forced to, and does his drinking at the local VFW hall. But for a guy who regrets his modeling days and says he wasn’t looking to get into acting—“Still not looking to, mate”—he’s stripped away everything else. If he could, he’d spend three months studying for each of his parts. “You get sucked into it, trying to be good at it,” he says. “I wish you could make money and people never saw what you did. Then you could relax and not care about how bad you are.”

It’s the proper amount of self-hatred for an action hero who’s actually good at his craft—more Viggo Mortensen than Chris Hemsworth. He starts shooting a blockbuster bank-heist film, Finding Steve McQueen, in September, starring alongside Kate Bosworth and Forest Whitaker.

Fimmel is extraordinarily soft-spoken—introverted, even—for a guy at risk of being typecast as a barbarian. At an interview with three of his Vikings castmates at Comic-Con in July, Fimmel managed to get through the entire Q&A saying exactly zero words. But he’s only now being tested in parts with more range, like his supporting role as a bearded-hipster pickle entrepreneur in the 2016 romantic comedy Maggie’s Plan and a loving, alcoholic father in an adaptation of the horse-racing novel Lean on Pete that was shot in Oregon and wrapped this summer. On that project, he ducked out for a few days to reel in his first steelhead with a friend at the mouth of the Chehalis River.

It was nearly 100 degrees on the trail. The Blue Cut Fire had just broken out in San Bernardino, and disaster-relief crews were a constant presence on the highway. Each of the past three summers, Fimmel has escaped this kind of heat, shooting Vikings in the cold mists of Ireland. The Ragnar role even landed him an endorsement deal as the face of high-end down-jacket company Canada Goose, which photographed him earlier this year among the icebergs of Newfoundland.

Here, though, it was just really hot. We put the horses up, Fimmel hosed Wanker down, and we went for a Bud Light at the VFW. If any of the vets and bikers recognized him, they didn’t show it. This time next year, it may not be so easy.

Lead Photo: Jeff Lipsky

#polijake_fim #travis fimmel #ragnarlothbrok #ragnar lothbrok

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mbrainspaz · 3 months

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Horse property owners be like: ISO experienced stable manager capable of running my whole 20+ horse boarding business, scheduling and hiring part time help, budgeting, managing my rental houses, wrangling dangerous problem horses, groundskeeping, and teaching lessons to small children. No housing provided, you will be spat upon like a peasant, salary 40k. 🤡

#job search blues #life of a texan peasant #horse industry

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okay sorry top 5 piarles and/or yukierre and/or other bfs AUs

This is a fun one! I don’t even know if these are top 5 but top ones I think of these days

1) Yukierre Swim Team Au - roadtrip edition! Yuki and Pierre decide to roadtrip across the states to a spring break swim meet instead of flying. They stop in New Orléans on the way. Pierre googles the French Quarter the morning of and tells Yuki half fake facts the entire way there, and Yuki takes them to the Creole restaurant he’s been talking about for months. I almost wrote a getting lost singing karaoke part of this but thought it would be too cheesy - when I found out a few weeks ago they literally did that irl in Austria last year…. Pierre smiling at Yuki singing at the top of his lungs in the passenger seat, whole road ahead of them theirs, hoping it stretches as far as this journey is willing to take them :)

2) Yukierre Sport WAG Au. Inspired by the Miami football pictures. Yuki is still on F1, Pierre is a Red Bull sponsored player, and Yuki meets him doing his summer training out at the Red Bull LA facilities. They ditch some boring sponsor party together, Pierre chasing behind Yuki after he just says “There is much better places here than this. Im going now” and heel spins out of the party. Yuki takes him to a burger food truck, promises they wont tell their trainers. Hanging out all the time for the next month! Pierre eats Yuki out by his very expensive rental pool! Going to the beach together :) They DON’T talk about it when they have to go back for their seasons. But Pierre starts like... stupid instagram memes for Yuki to read when he wakes up. And Yuki doesn’t get half of them but he laughs back anyways... Feels these butterflies in his chest when Pierre heart reacts his messages. Kicks himself for being stupid about it, but he waits for them all the same

3) Storm crisis intervention researcher Charles/storm chaser Pierre. I think I’ve talked about this on briefly before. my beloveds. They fell out of touch some after college. Pierre is currently in the Caribbean. Once he puts the cameras and the raincoats and the socks soaked through away for the evening, he pulls out one of the notebooks he still uses that he got during school. Pierre writes about every way he felt alive today in those dampened, water stained pages, until the adrenaline runs out and his fingers stop shaking.

Meanwhile, when Charles hears about hurricanes about to touch down in the West Coast of the islands in his morning debrief, he opens the bottom drawer of his desk and switches on the radio walkie he has set to the emergency comms lines. pretends he’s not dreading hearing a familiar name.

4) Engineer Pierre! Pierresteban. Pierre drops out of racing in their Formula Renault Series - a crash takes him out for too many rounds and he loses his sponsorships and that’s it really. Esteban hasn’t seen him for years - he used his mom’s LinkedIn to stalk his profile once but it just said he was at some university in Southern France, and it’s not like he can request to follow his Instagram now. Which is why it’s a surprise, when he gets to the factory his first day at Alpine, and Pierre is there. He’s as loud as Esteban remembers, laughter rising through the hallways before he even steps into data room. His eyes are sharp and clear when he shifts his gaze to Esteban’s frame taking up the doorway, and suddenly Esteban has never been so interested at tyre degradation graphics as he is right now.

5) Yukierre Knight AU! Yuki is a squire for an old knight who is halfway to his deathbed, but insists on keeping his rank (and his squire). So Yuki spends most of his days accompanying him to various town activities and tending to his horse. He can't help but notice the knight in the stable next to him, that comes in every morning to tend to his horse. He works in silence, weaving the its mane in the same plait before the sun rises, and takes it out every evening, despite having a squire of his own. Yuki has heard the stories of him around the town: called to the King's guard his first year as a knight, and sent away to protect the kingdom in the North. The first squire the town has sent in years. He came back not 6 months later, with a fierce depth to his stare and a scar on his flank Yuki can only see when he lifts his hands to braid.

#little mind palaces!#there would be more piarles #but after calamar-gate I got sad every time I thought about them for like a week and a half :(#but i am brining them back to me one baby at a time!#yukierre #pierresteban lore #pierre/charles #asks

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Chapter 4 - Caution in the Wind

3rd of July.

It took a while for me to be cleared to do more hands-on things around the yard. My surgeon had treated people in the equestrian industry before and knew that we would only go and do things he didn't think were a good idea anyway. He gave me a whole list of things I probably shouldn't do, ending in,

"Just ask for me at the A&E desk if you end up there," which made the physio, nurse, rehab specialist and myself all laugh in the group call.

The one thing I was not allowed to do, with more than a few stern words of caution, was ride.

"You aren't ready for that yet, but I know that you've been working on strengthening those muscles in your physiotherapy sessions. I'll get her to send a report soon and once you've come for your follow up, we'll decide then."

When the call was over, I left the office and headed to the tack room. Andy was away, visiting his daughter, and Vick was working with her horses, leaving me to get on with my day.

The stable block needed sweeping, and as I was bored with not having any horses to work, I grabbed the yard broom, grabbed my headphones, and got on with it.

The block was a rectangular shape. From the courtyard at the front, you could look straight through the south archway to the north.

The north, with its clock tower, led to the back paddocks and access to the hacking we had in the area. On either side of this archway was the feed room, on the left, and the tack room on the right, both a generous size but still cramped with the number of horses we had on site.

The western archway led to the outdoor arena, one of which would be demolished and an indoor put in its place.

The two washbays sat opposite this final archway, where the horses were groomed and tacked up when it rained.

My phone rang, startling me into dropping the broom with a loud clatter, fumbling, I pulled it out.

"Hello?"

"Scarlett! Remember me? It's Jackie from Oldbrook Farm." The woman answered with a thick American accent.

I did remember her.

I had spent a few weeks in America on a ranch learning about horsemanship from some friends I had made while they were competing over here. They were a lively bunch and had the typical southern hospitality I had not been used to.

They had taught me so much and it was nice to hear from them after so long.

"I have got some news for you. Remember that mare you fell in love with? The blue eyes Grulla? Well, she's up for sale, and I knew the first person I had to call was you."

I had very fond memories of their ranch, riding out over their land on the hunt for the feral horses they kept. The Grulla Mare, nicknamed Blue Eyes, was the one that caught my attention very quickly.

We had worked on getting her used to the idea of people, and though the horses were used to having people around, they were very cautious of people coming close to them.

I had had to leave before the process was done, and it had been nearly two years since I had been in America. Though scattered updates allowed me to see her first time under saddle and her little makeover, I had not seen her up close in so long.

"Let me send a text real quick."

I texted my father about the horse. He had arranged the whole thing as a surprise for me and answered quickly when I told him.

"Well you should probably look up the driveway now."

I did.

Coming towards me up the driveway was a rental car pulling a trailer.

The cowboy hat was visible from the driver's seat. Maria leaned right out of the window to wave, long hair flying in the breeze and aviator sunglasses flashing.

"Surprise!"

I dropped my broom again.

When I looked at the number, I realised it hadn't been the American country code. I had been tricked spectacularly and couldn't contain my amazement.

"Well come here then." My father said, beckoning me over with a grin that made his eyes nearly crinkle shut.

Jackie was at the back of the trailer, fumbling with the clasps.

It lowered and the Grulla mare turned her head just a little to look at me.

"How?!"

"We moved! We had to, our ranch got hit by wildfires, and we had nowhere to go until your dad here called and told us about a place a couple of hours from here. We brought all of the horses over that we could. She was one of them."

"She's perfect."

I ducked beneath the bar to back her out, snatching a few seconds of pats and whispers before it was time.

Blue Eyes settled in nicely in her new stable next to my horse, Grace, who was an entire hand taller than her. The two mares were sniffing each other through the bars that separated their stalls, with none of the typical mareish squealing or ear-pinning.

"They really seem to like each other." Jackie said, leaning on the stable door as I groomed Blue Eyes.

"I've been thinking, Blue Eyes is a good name and all, but that's a nickname, isn't it? I've been thinking and I want to rename her."

Jackie smiled warmly and nodded.

"I just don't know what yet."

When everyone went home that evening and I was left in the office doing some admin work, I had an idea.

I got out of my chair and went to the tack room, taking Blue Eyes' bridle and saddle that had been kindly given to me. Jackie had a love for English riding that had been influenced on my part when I rode with her in Texas.

The Grulla Mare seemed to be waiting for me, looking out of her stall door as I approached.

I tacked up in silence and led her through the archway to the outdoor arena, sending a text to Vick as I walked.

"Can you come to the arena in like five minutes?"

She sent back a thumbs up in answer.

At the mounting block, I was nearly crying. I could hardly see my foot as I put it in the stirrup and swung onto the saddle.

"What do you-

I looked left, a sliding and blurry Vick just visible to me at the fenceline.

I was on a horse.

For the first time in six months I was back to doing what I had wanted to do.

It wasn't Summer, it wasn't Soul but it was a horse I had the same connection to, part of my life I didn't think I would be able to go back to.

Then it clicked.

Life.

I clicked her on and she walked, sedately and serenely without me having to do much more than steer. It was as if she knew what an important moment it was, as if she knew that I had waited for this moment and she had come to be the one who did it.

She was calm, ears flicking to my occasional sob or to Vick walking to the middle of the arena to film.

I didn't look back after that moment, I knew I was ready.

#star stable oc #star stable online #star stable roleplay #starstable #star stable edit #sso #ssoblr

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The Dead Rabbit - Part V

*I do not own any of the literary references or song lyrics contained here.*

The horses seemed more than happy to trot back to the stables as the snow began to thicken in the air. The wind came in gusts now as the sun began to make its way behind the horizon, taking refuge behind the trees as it did early in the day this time of year. Charlotte’s nose was a rosy red and the tips of her ears had started to follow suit.

Thomas followed her, bestrode the other black Friesian that took its time at a trot. The cold at this point wasn’t bothering him. He wasn’t even paying attention. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Smitten. Absolutely enamored with the woman in front of him.

Charlotte dismounted from the stallion, raking her gloved hand through its now damp mane. She returned him to his stall and began removing the saddle, returning it to its home. She ran the brush over him before covering him with the horse blanket and securing the clasps.

“Well, it’s not often I lose a race to me own horse.” He began, checking the golden pocket watch procured from the inside of his coat, “Although, I believe we have some other plans to attend to. But with a storm coming through, we may have to visit the Beacon another day.”

“Dinner it is then.” She agreed. She wasn’t particularly fussy about how the day went, she was just content. She felt as if they were in their own bubble, undisturbed from the outside world.

They walked back to the house mostly in silence. Although comfortable. Occasionally one of their hands would brush the other and linger longer than it maybe should.

The winter storm was rolling in much sooner than it had been projected to. By the time they were inside they found themselves completely surrounded by a white wall. Snowflakes of all sizes surround and pattered against the stately building as they began to warm up indoors.

“Huh,” Tommy glanced out the window of the sitting room as he sat his phone on the mantle, “the weather shows no sign of letting up. The storm is here earlier than it was forecasted to be. So, I suppose we can get changed and I’ll start dinner.”

Charlotte nodded. She didn’t make it much up the hall before her phone started to ring. Anna. Charlotte was lucky she had her phone on her at all or else her cousin would have her head if she didn’t answer.

“Hello?”

“Oh good you’re still alive. Mr. Hudson’s been calling me because he can’t reach you. He said the water heater has blown up. He’s got water all over the basement and he was just getting ready to shower.”

Charlotte sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, her fingers beginning to warm up. She hadn’t anticipated a rental catastrophe this close to the holiday. “Shit. Is the storm bad there?”

“It’s been coming and going in spurts. Not as bad as by you I would imagine.”

“Can’t even see outside,” Charlotte confirmed, “If you can just call whoever is open I’d appreciate it.”

“Okay. How are you?”

“I’m good. Everything’s good,” Charlotte closed the door behind her. “Just got in from riding horses. We were going to go to the Beacon and out to dinner but it’s storming bad enough here.”

“Do you feel safe, is everything okay?”

Charlotte paused. There hadn’t been a moment since she’d gotten here that she’d felt unsafe. “Everything is going good. I’m not worried about a thing.”

Anna breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. That’s all that matters.”

“Okay, we’ll I’ve got to get a shower. Tommy’s making dinner. Please call someone about the water heater.”

“Will do. I want to meet him when you get back, Charlotte.”

Charlotte chuckled, “I’m sure you will.”

Tommy was sat half dressed with his head in his hands on the bedside. He never could seem to get the smell of the burning oil in Basara out of his nose. The sounds of the mortar fire. The heat. The dry heat. Dry enough to almost suffocate you in the night.

They had been too smart to engage with the Republican Guard forces after 300 prisoners had been taken in a battle outside of the city. It had been the second largest tank battle since World War II. He eyed the vaporizer and THC wax cartridge tucked carefully in his bedside table drawer. He couldn’t be getting high with her here. He couldn’t have anyone knowing. It made him feel weak.

“…dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.”

The words of Oscar Wilde popped to the forefront of his thoughts as he slammed the drawer shut and continued getting dressed.

He was surprised when heard singing as he rounded down the second set of stairs past Charlottes room. He walked slowly eventually coming to a halt outside the door as her words became clear.

“…No masters or kings

when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence

than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil

of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean…”

Her voice was beautiful. Now her words had him somewhat, distracted, as he continued down the stairs. The wind was fierce and he had a sinking feeling that despite his best hopes the feed and straw for the horses wouldn’t be making it there tomorrow.

He went thru the heavy wooden door to the kitchen and connected his phone to the Sonos system and turned on one of his choice albums before turning on a few of the lights and heading to the pantry.

Have you got color in your cheeks…

Do you ever get the fear that you can’t shift the type…

“Arborio rice…” he dug through the tallest cupboard door, thinking that’s where the grains should be. With the pasta. And the flour. Since he hadn’t been the one to put the things in the pantry he wasn’t particularly sure where they were located as he talked himself through locating the contents. The fridge being built in and faced just like the rest of the cabinets didn’t help any. Some things had been updated since this house had been built and he concluded the pantry hadn’t been spared in this.

“Butter…”

“Onion…”

“garlic…” placed in the crisper drawer. He furrowed his brow as he grabbed the asparagus to go with it.

“Parmesan cheese…”

“chicken…”

“bacon.” He turned his nose up slightly at what the Americans called bacon, however what they had back home also wouldn’t wrap well.

I’m a puppet on a string….

He turned the stove on, and searched the cupboards and drawers for the utensils and pans. The cutting board. He discovered the sheet pans stored in the broiler. He had to remind himself that things would not be where he though they would be just because that’s where they usually were back home.

From the bottom of your heart,

The relegation zone

I saw this coming from the start

The shake, rattle and roll…

He slowly sliced and filled the chicken with a few slices of the asparagus and some of the Parmesan cheese before closing it and wrapping two slices of bacon around the chicken. Rinse and repeat with the second one. He transferred them to a baking stone and into the oven before setting the timer and washing his hands.

Arabella's got some

interstellar-gator skin boots

And a Helter Skelter 'round

her little finger and I ride it endlessly

She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit

And when she needs to shelter from reality

She takes a dip in my daydreams

He spoke the words to himself silently as he ran water into the pot, combining it with the pre measured portion of chicken stock in the process and putting it on to the stove to bring to a boil.

My days end best when

this sunset gets itself

Behind that little lady

sitting on the passenger side

It's much less picturesque

without her catching the light

The horizon tries but

it's just not as kind on the eyes

Charlotte startled him as her shoes clicked against the flooring. He had been so preoccupied he didn’t notice until she was fully in the room that she was there at all.

“Sorry,” he spoke as he crossed the kitchen to turn the music down a few notches. Charlotte shook her head as she leaned against the cool tile wall.

“It’s fine, it’s one of my favorite albums” she smiled, the kind warmth touching her eyes.

He took in her form in the long sleeved wrap dress she wore. The red and black floral pattern made the more pink tones in her flesh become more prominent. For a split second he realized if he wished, if she allowed, he could easily pull the fabric tie and see all of her in front of him, right then.

That's magic in a cheetah print coat

Just a slip underneath it I hope

Asking if I can have one of those

Organic cigarettes that she smokes

Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke

Makes you wish that you were the bottle

Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like

He took a deep breath, pulling himself out of his reverie as he felt his eyes lingering on her too long. Far too long. Long enough in fact that he could see the impression of her erect nipples through the fabric, a definite hint of a metal bar running through at least one of them.

Blind faith, heartache

Mind games, mistakes

My sweet fireball

My sweet rigmarole

I want it all

He reduced the heat of the skillet to a simmer and added a few ladles of the liquid from the pot to it, allowing the rice the chance to slowly cook and marinate in the flavor of the butter and garlic.

“Through the pantry there there’s a small wine cellar. You can pick out whatever you’d like; although I’d recommend—“

“A Sauvignon Blanc?” She questioned as her shoes clicked across the tile floor.

“Or a Reisling.” He countered, turning to catch the almost defiant look on her face as she retreated through the doorway.

She returned with a Trimbach Riesling, which up to this point he hadn’t had a good excuse to open. Charlotte opened drawers until finding a wine key, taking I upon herself to open the bottle while Tommy retrieved the glasses. She poured them each a glass smoothly before taking a sip.

So you're on the prowl wondering whether

She left already or not

The music continued at a slow cadence as she sat her wine glass down.

“Do you dance?” Tommy asked as he returned his glass next to hers.

“If I’m asked properly,” she spoke with a confidence she thought she might not have had a moment before, the words escaping her mouth as though the thought was formed by someone else and whispered in her ear, although it appeared to be the correct answer.

“Ms. Charlotte White, will you dance with me?” he offered his hand to her, and she placed hers within it without hesitation. He gave her fingers a small squeeze, running his thumb across her knuckles as he pulled her close to him. His free hand rested in the middle of her back, the satin fabric of her dress growing warm as he held it against her body.

Her fingers traced invisible patterns against his shoulder through the white and grey button down. The cotton was soft. The moment felt familiar and fluid between the two of them. She settled for resting her hand on his arm, feeling the muscles move as he gently ran his hand up and down her back as he guided her.

She's having a sly indoor smoke

And she calls the folks who run this,

her oldest friends

Sipping a drink and

laughing at imaginary jokes

As all the signals are sent,

her eyes invite you to approach

Charlotte caught Tommy’s gaze as the words came through the speaker. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized how truly close together they were. His hand stopped its dance along her back and her fingers tightened their grip against him as their feet and time both seemed to slow.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon

She felt like her body was melting against his. He could smell the warmth of the Chanel that she wore. Despite the sounds outside of their bubble they could each almost hear the others heart beat as the invitation lingered between the two of them. Almost.

He knew in that moment before, that as soon as her lips touched his he would forever be wanting as much of her as she would let him have. In every way possible. He brushed his hand against the side of her cheek, slowly, caressing her face and holding it in his hand, almost hesitating, before his lips made contact with hers.

Her heart leapt like a shock ran through her as she allowed her fingers to wander to the back of his neck. She noted he tasted of tobacco from a cigarette he snuck in at some point. Charlotte didn’t mind it. Her skin tingled as his hands wandered her body.

His fingers twisted into the tie of her dress, at her hip, pulling her closer, if it that was at all possible.

Her desire for him ran from deep in her chest completely through her and between her thighs. Both parts of her yearned for him, yet in different ways. It had to have been, well at least four years since the last time she had had good sex. However towards the end of them it hadn’t been that good anyway. She tried to think if she had ever had particularly great sex at all while she had been married.

Tommy unfortunately left Charlotte in her own excited bubble as he parted from her due to the droning of the stoves alarm.

I can't explain but I want to try

There's this image of you and I

And it goes dancing by

in the morning and in the night time

There's all these secrets that I can't keep

Like in my heart there's that hotel suite

And you lived there so long,

it's kinda strange now you're gone

He kept himself preoccupied with the remainder of the dinner preparation for slightly longer than necessary. The risotto luckily hadn’t stuck to the bottom of the pan. How he managed it he wasn’t sure. He knew if the moment would have continued much longer he would have had her, well, just about anywhere. On the counter. Or the table. He wasn’t particularly sure where, but it would have happened. Wouldn’t have been the first time he’d picked an inopportune spot, it would just be the first time there was no one around to interrupt.

Despite however much Tommy wanted her, he still struggled with letting it happen before he was able to tell her the truth. However he didn’t want to put her off for long. He could tell she was fiercely independent and she didn’t need him.

Charlotte sipped her wine as she watched him. She felt awkward, almost some kind of guilt now, as she thought about the moment. Surely that was what was meant to happen, wasn’t it? Something about him, him specifically, made her need him. Desperately. She tried to shake herself of the thought as she poured herself another glass of wine.

Their conversation through dinner was minimal and forced at best. Charlotte was rather impressed with his ability to cook and did manage to express it coherently, but she couldn’t help but feel nothing short of awkward as they meandered through meaningless chit chat.

It grew late as they sat by the fireplace in now comfortable silence. At her desire, Tommy had obliged and opened another bottle of while. He had returned with a Caymus Cabernet and poured them each a fresh glass.

Her hand rested on his thigh and while he wanted greatly for her to move it further he wondered if she was clearheaded enough to realize her actions.

“Maybe we should get you to bed, yeah?” He suggested delicately as his hand traveled the path of her spine, up and down repeatedly as she leaned against him.

He could see in the look on her face, which then fell, that at first she had thought it had been a different kind of conversation that he had wanted to have.

“But—“ she began to protest, a small hint of a tear forming in her eyes, “did I do something wrong?”

He sighed, offering his hand to take her glass and placing both of them of the table beside him, while shaking his head slowly, “No, Charlotte you haven’t done anything wrong. Far from it.”

He struggled, forcing the logical part of his brain to fight off the arousal that he was more than willing to use on her.

“Then,” she began as her fingers delicately, lightly, felt his rigid cock through the fabric of his trousers, “why won’t you fuck me?”

He could hear the slur in her words and her eyes stared into his, but her vision he could tell, wouldn’t focus. Her eyes were looking at him, but not seeing him.

“Charlotte,” he took her wrist gently but firmly in his hand and stood, supporting her weight as he pulled her to stand in front of him, “I don’t think with how much you’ve had to drink that you’re in any state for having sex right now.”

She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder as she shifted her weight from one foot to both feet.

“Listen,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and hoarse, “I don’t want you to even think it’s because you aren’t enough. You are. You’re beautiful, you’re fucking smart. But it’s important you’re re able to remember it and It’s important you enjoy yourself too.”

She let out a sigh before giving him a small nod.

He smoothed her hair letting her rest against his chest as she gathered her thoughts before he continued, “Can you walk on your own, love?”

She shook her head, “I’ll need help.”

“C’mere,” he realized she’d never make it up all the stairs, and that carrying her would be the most efficient. One arm under her legs and the other behind her shoulders, she rested her head on his chest. “Are you feeling sick at all? You’re not going to throw up are you? If you think you’re going to I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”

Her cheeks were hot, her ears flaming with embarrassment as she pondered his question. She had finally reached the other side of the peak. The part where you slump. You start to feel like shit and regret every alcohol fueled decision you’ve made up to that point.

“I should be fine,” Charlotte whispered as he nosed open her door with his foot, balancing the weight of the two of them easily.

He helped her get positioned comfortably and safely before leaving her to rest as he retreated to the solace of his office with its bookshelves and papers in hope of getting some work done. In his world a holiday didn’t mean that business came to a rest.

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #eventual smut #fanfic #modern day au

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