#also. stop moving so much michael its hard to gif you
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MOVING ON...
Michael Bluth x fem! Babysitter!reader
Summary: its been a year since she's been gone and Michael feels horrible about how fast he's moving on, but he just can't resist her
Warnings/rating: smut, kinda angst ig. Reader is in her 20s. Beta read we die like nana. I made George michael b younger cuz it wouldn't make sense if he had a baby sitter if he was like 12. Also Michael and geroge Michael don't both sleep in the attic.
This is my first fanfic lolz
He was overcome with grief, it had been over a year but he still wasn't able to lift this fog that was constantly weighing on him. He keeps on catching himself turning to her as a voice of reason, but she isn't there. He feels trapped, unable to tell anyone about his feelings, he didn't want to bring anyone down with his sulking, especially not George Michael, he didn't deserve it he’s just a kid.
His moping must have become visual because he sensed someone behind him, and due to this he was forced to turn around.
“Are you okay Mr. Bluth?” she said in a somewhat timid voice, as if she was afraid to speak to him. “Yes… yes i'm alright, just-” He stopped himself before he revealed too much “where’s George Michael?”
“I just tucked him in, after I read him a story he was completely knocked out” she giggled, as did Michael. But he didn't respond, he wasn't sure how, so you both stood there awkwardly waiting for the other to say something.
“Um.. well, I guess I should g-” but she was interrupted by a loud crack of thunder and the sound of heavy rain starting to fall. This shocked her, making her stumble backwards, tripping on the stair placed right behind her, causing her to fall on her back. She let out a small cry before she had realised Michael had rushed to her side. “Are you okay Y/N?” he asked frantically while lifting her head so it wouldn't be touching the hard floor it had just crashed into. Butterflies flew to her stomach, she was embarrassed to admit it but she found her employer very attractive, though she felt horrible about it because it was very clear that he was not in the right space mentally for anything that she desired.
“Ye-yeah im alright, just hit my head a little” she laughed awkwardly. “Maybe you should stay, that storm sounds heavy and I wouldn't want you to get in an accident” he said while helping you off the ground and helping you over to the couch. “Are you sure that's okay? I mean where would I sleep?” she couldn't keep eye contact, she was too nervous by the idea of waking up in the same house as Michael. “you would sleep in my bed” this made her even more nervous “and I would sleep on the couch”. She was hoping that he hadn't noticed how very red her face was. “Well I suppose it would be safer” she admitted.
He patted her on the shoulder and led her upstairs to where he slept and encouraged her shuffling inside. “ so I'll… be down stairs if you need anything”. And without another word he closed the door leaving her alone in his room. His hastiness worried her.
He shouldn't feel this way, he had only lost his wife a year ago and he couldn't move on so soon. But he was, I mean how could he not. She was kind and knew how to look after George Michael and that's not to mention how pretty she was. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, he couldn't deny it even if it felt so wrong to feel that way.
Michaels thoughts were cut short by the sound of socks thudding down the carpeted stairs. “Mr. Bluth?” she quietly questioned. “y/n, anything that you need? And you can call me Michael, in fact I insist on it”. He said while standing up and walking over to her. “Well… Michael” she pushed out, “I have nothing to sleep in, I would sleep in this but it's not very comfortable” she gestured to her clothing which, indeed, didn't look like something you could sleep in comfortably. She insisted on wearing professional clothes even though the job never required it, she thought it made her look older. “oh… yes, I'm sorry. You can probably wear some of my old clothes, I think I have some up there“
Michael quickly shuffled through his clothes in his closet, picking out clothes suitable for the girl to wear to bed. “Here, these should do'' he had handed her an old oversized button up shirt, one very similar to ones he wears on a daily basis, as well as a pair of shorts with very worn elastic around its waist. “Well, goodnight Mr- Michael” she clung the clothes Michael had given her tightly to her chest. Michael smiled “good night”
He left the room as quickly as he could, before he could convince himself to do anything he would regret. But she stopped him, grabbing his arm preventing him from leaving.
“Michael…”
“Y/N”
Her face flared with heat before she could even say what she was intending to say.
“I'm going to say something very inappropriate, something that may cause you to fire me” she paused, attempting to build up enough courage.
“Im… interested-” but he stopped her… with his mouth. His temptation had boiled over making him lose his sensibility.
But she pulled away almost as soon as it happened. “Mr. Bluth! Wh-what are you doing!?” she staggered. “I'm so sorry! I miss read this situation entirely, have a good night, i'll drive you home in the morning” he released his grip on her shoulders and rushed to the door.
“No, no! Quite the opposite, you just… didnt let me finish” she looked away.
“Oh” he said in a hushed voice.
“You may continue, I mean, if you'd like”
Michael walked towards her, and placed his hands either side of her face and slowly started to lean in to connect his lips with hers once again. y/n slowly started to reciprocate, etching her hands down from his shoulders onto his chest.
Michael walked her over to his bed, keeping their lips connected. He laid her down and slowly climbed on top of her, his right hand gliding down to her hip, his other placed above her head in order to prop him up. His right hand slowly started to lift up her shirt, bringing it over her head until he got to her shoulders, he disconnected their lips in order to take her shirt off all the way.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he reached for the back of her bra to confirm that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
“Yes” she quickly nodded as she saw her bra being thrown to some corner of the room.
“Is it okay if I try something” and again you nodded.
Michael grabbed her hips and brought her to the edge of the bed where he had knelt down, his face mere inches away from her crotch. This caused him to shut her legs out of instinct.
He quickly shot his head up “I don't have to”
“No, no it's ok, it's just, I guess I'm just a little nervy, ha…ha” she laughed nervously. He said no more, simply bringing his hands to her hips to unzip her skirt, tugging it down her legs alongside her underwear, leaving her naked.
“But before you do… that. Could you, take your shirt off or something, it feels slightly unfair that you're fully clothed and im… well, not” she said while holding his shoulders away from where her thighs meet. “oh yes, of course” he said as he began to unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders.
“There, now, where was I?” it was a rhetorical question because he had already lent in and laid a long lick right along her slit. This caused y/n to release a loud whimper, that Michael loved to hear but, due to his child sleeping peacefully sleeping in the other room, would have to hear less of it.
“Shhh, baby, remember George Michael is in the other room, we can’t wake him” He whispered while holding his hand to her mouth. “Oh, oh, yeah” nodded once he had removed his hand.
Michael returned to your dripping pussy, but this time he added something. You could feel the heat of his palms sliding up your bare thigh, bringing his fingers directly to her hole. This made her whimper again, but not as loud, George Michael wouldn't have heard. He pushed his index and middle finger inside, moving them against her smooth walls.
His pace started to quicken and her thighs started to close in around his head as she started to get closer.
“Oh, oh! Michael!” she moaned, her walls squeezing in around his two fingers.
“Wow” she sighed as he removed his fingers from her.
“Yeah” he replied.
Michael then proceeded to stand up and begin to fiddle with his belt, loosening it and removing it as well as his pants, then his underwear followed.
He was big…
He climbs on top of her again. “Are you ready?” He pushed her hair out of her face. “Uh huh” she replied, cheeks still burning. “Okay”
He slowly pushed inside her, making sure not to go too fast, he was aware of his size, its hur other girls in the past.
He groaned as he bottomed out, and then slowly started to move his hips. “Does this feel good baby?”. He whispered into her ear. This admittedly turned her on even more. “mHM!!” her pitch was affected by an especially hard thrust that caused her voice to break a little, Michael thought it was cute.
Michael was getting close embarrassingly quick, he was out of practice. So to ensure that he didn't leave you in need, he reached his hand down to play with your clit. He seemed to enjoy this, it was given away by the embarrassing moan you let out.
“Michael… Im getting close” y/n whimpered while gripping onto his broad shoulders, nails making indents in his skin.
“So am I” he huffed, making his circles on her clit faster and the movement of his hips quicker. “Oh my god y/n”
And before either of them knew it, they were both cumming. His dick releasing warm liquid deep in her stomach and her walls squeezing him for dear life.
Michael rolled over onto his back, riddled with grief but somehow at the same time relief. He looked over at her, she was fast asleep, and at that moment, michael knew it was okay for him to move on. He pulled the blankets over himself and her, pulled her to his side and kissed her on the forehead.
“Goodnight y/n”.
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Hazy Sex
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author note: this was way longer than i intended. Eddie seems pretty popular right now and i have the hugest crush on him so what the hell.
Eddie Munson x Sinclair!fem!reader
word count: 3.2k (my new longest fic)
warning(s): cursing, drug use, smut, nasty smut, protected sex!, oral, p in v, dry humping, hint of cockwarming, facesitting, clit stimulation, kind of a sub eddie but maybe a switch? you decide. same with reader
Hate this damn club. “Join Yearbook! It would be fun!” I said. This is far from fun. Everyone is incompetent. I can only stand one person and they aren’t even here meaning I have to take pictures of all these organizations by myself today.
I look over the list and see the Hellfire Club is first. Great. A bunch of nerds playing a fantasy game. I’ll actually never admit this out loud but I kind of want to learn how to play. I also want to learn to maybe, sort of impress Eddie. The thought of him makes my hands clam up.
I can do this. He’s just a boy.
After wiping the sweat off of my hands on my jeans, I pick up my Sony Mavica and notepad with the list of clubs and make my way towards Eddie’s club. It’s not hard to pick out. It’s the only room being used at the far end of the dark hall. I actually respect the atmosphere, but my nerves spike as I get closer to the room.
I knock three times as I peak into the room, but I guess it wasn’t loud enough as they continue with their campaign. I take a deep breath before preparing to knock again, but as I lift my fist I see a head with gold ball balls.
“Erica?” I ask in disbelief.
She looks over at me with semi-wide eyes.
“Y/n?” She asks, equally as puzzled.
“Who dares interrupt-“ Eddie stops speaking as we make eye contact.
My voice gets caught in my throat before I begin speaking.
“I-“ I start. My voice squeaks a bit. I clear my throat and straighten my posture. “Yearbook. I need a picture of you guys. They want more candid photos this year.”
Everyone nods their heads and continue on with the campaign. I let out a low breath that I didn’t know I was holding. I move to a corner of the room so I can get everyone in the picture.
I snap about 3 photos before switching it to video. I try to slyly make the video focus on only Eddie. As he comes in to focus I see him look over at me. In a panic I stop the video and move it down from my face.
The voices in the room begin to raise. I assume someone got attacked or something, so I just slip out of the room. I’m almost completely out before I hear Erica.
“Y/n! Mom said you’re taking me home.”
The room for some reason comes to an unwanted silence. I roll my eyes before responding to her.
“If you’re not ready by 5, you’re taking yourself home.”
I don’t wait for a response before completely walking out the room and down the hall.
The rest of the clubs go pretty quick considering only 4 of them were having meetings today.
After I finish up the last one, I grab my backpack from the classroom that yearbook is held in and I go wait in my car. I look at my watch and see that it’s a quarter to 5 so I pop in a mixtape that I made yesterday, filled with only the greatest. AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Run-D.M.C., and Michael Jackson. I would’ve added more, but cassettes only hold so much.
I’m in the middle of belting out Highway to Hell when I hear a tap on my window. I jump before looking over and seeing Erica. I roll down my window to hear her.
“What?” I ask haughtily.
“Are we going home or what?” I look down at my watch and realize its 5:09. I unlock the door and she walks over to the passenger side. Once she’s in, I lock the door again and put the car in drive.
I put my foot on the petal, but halt when I see Eddie’s van zip out of the parking lot. I watch it until it’s completely out of view.
“Why don’t you just tell him?” Erica says, disrupting my staring.
“Because no. Now put your seatbelt on.”
I turn the music up louder and drive home.
Once we get in the house, I go straight up to my room. I toe off my shoes on the side of my bed before sitting in the middle. As I reach for my backpack to get my camera, the house phone rings making me jump. I reach over to my bedside to pick it up.
“I GOT IT!” I yell out. “Hello?” I say to the person on the other end.
“Hey! It’s Nancy. Do you wanna get out of the house for a bit?”
“What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“I know a really good dealer.” She says.
I shake my head, knowing she’s talking about Eddie. I tell her no and that I’m about to hang up. She tells me that it’s not Eddie and that she’s picking me up in five.
I get my bag and put a change of clothes, so my parents don’t smell anything on me because if there’s one thing about weed, it’s loud as hell. I also pack my wallet and a bottle of perfume.
As I close my bedroom door, I see Erica standing out of hers. I give her a weird look before walking down the stairs.
“I think mom would find it very interesting that you’re doing drugs.”
I pause in the middle of the stairwell. I let out a deep breathe before turning my head.
“What do you want, you little shit?” I asked, not even bothering to hide my irritation.
“You know.. I really hate doing laundry.” She responds with a smirk.
I turn around and flip her off as I continue walking down the stairs. Before I reach the last step I hear a honking outside.
As I’m locking the front door, Nancy keeps honking her horn.
“CALM YOUR TITS WHEELER!” I scream as I speed walk to her car.
We pull up to the woods that are by the school. We aren’t walking long until we see a picnic table in the middle. Not only is there a picnic table, but there’s also Eddie.
“Nance, I hope you enjoyed your 19 years of living because after today, you’re dead.”
“Come on. We both need to relax and he’s the best dealer in town.”
She grabs my hand and drags me towards the table.
“Hello ladies.” He says with his infamous smile.
“Hey Munson.” Nancy responds with a smile.
“Alright whatever you need, I have. Cash only for obvious reasons.”
“How much for half?” I hear Nancy ask him. I take this chance to really look at Eddie.
He’s still wearing his Hellfire shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him wear anything different. Not judging or anything! He looks really good in it. It might just be me but his mullet is curlier today. It’s also frizzy, but I think we have the humidity to thank for that.
In the corner of my eye, I see Nancy go to pull out her wallet, but I pull mine out quicker.
“I’m sorry, I spaced, how much is it?” I ask while actually making eye contact with him as he turns his head in my direction.
“For you? 10.”
I shake my head knowing that he’s severely undercharging me. I discreetly hand him a 20 before putting the baggie and my wallet inside of my backpack.
“Shit.” Nancy exclaims.
“What?” I ask, not sure if I’m gonna like the answer.
“I forgot I have an article deadline. Eddie?” His head perks up.
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor and take y/n home?”
My eyes widen as I stare at her in disbelief. I can’t believe she would do that and I know for a fact that her deadline isn’t until next week.
I hear Eddie agree to basically babysit me and she has the audacity to smile at me as she leaves.
There’s a moment where we’re just sitting here, stealing glances at each other every so often.
“So, Sinclair, ready to go home?”
I hesitate. I don’t think I do. This is the first time that it’s been just him and I alone.
“Not really.” I muster up.
“Where do you want to go?” He asks. It’s not a suggestive tone, but it still sends shivers down my spine.
“Where’s your bong?” I ask, finally being able to maintain consistent eye contact.
His lips pull into a smirk and he nods his head in a direction. He locks up his little box and gets up, walking in the direction he nods in.
I quickly get up and follow him, almost falling over but catching myself before he can notice.
The walk is pretty silent since we don’t walk far. We ended up going to his van. He opens the passenger side, signaling for me to get in. I sit down and look around until he hops in the drivers’ side.
As soon as the car turns on he has Metallica playing at the absolute loudest volume. I recognize the song from their Ride the Lightening album, but don’t say anything. Not like he’d hear me anyway.
I don’t even get a chance to think before he speeds off to I’m guessing his place. I’ve only been in the trailer park once and that was to drop Lucas off at Max’s, but I’ve never been inside Eddie's. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
I realize that I must’ve spaced out for most of the ride, because I looked up and saw us pulling into the park. Once we’re parked, we open the doors in sync. I try not to shut the door too hard because it’s just common curtesy and I follow behind him into the trailer.
He lets me inside first and then closes the door behind him. At first glance, it’s quite homey. Comfortable.
I follow him back to his room and I wish I could say I was shocked by how he has it decorated. There are rock band posters covering almost every inch, his guitar is in the corner, and a boombox on his dressed surrounded by cassettes and cds. I gravitate to it almost instantly while he looked around for his bong.
“Good music taste.” I say while going through his cassettes.
“Thanks. I try.” I hear the cheeky smile in his tone.
“Mind if I put something on?” I ask as I turn my head to look at him.
“Sure.”
I go through a few before I find something that I never expected someone like him to possess.
“I never pegged you for a Queen guy.” I say shocked while putting in the A Day at the Races album.
“I’m a man of many surprises.”
I nod my head in agreement. When I turn around I see him looking at me expectedly with bong in hand.
30 minutes later
I feel so bad. I forgot to warn Eddie of what I’m like when I’m high. I have been laughing over thinking about catnip for the past five minutes. It wasn’t even just catnip! It was literally because I called it Meow-juana.
“Okay, besides bad puns, what else is there to you?” He says. Contradicting himself as he continues laughing as well.
“Uuuhhh let’s see, I have a tattoo going down my spine, I applied to a school in Philadelphia, and I’ve had a crush on you since middle school.”
Everything kind of gets quiet after I stop talking. The only thing being heard in the room is the boombox now playing Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy. I look over at him to see him giving me the same look I’ve been giving him for years.
“Middle school? Hm. Pretty long time.”
I nod in agreement. I don’t know where the sudden confidence came from but next thing I knew, I’m straddling his lap. I place my hand softly on his cheek.
“If you don’t want this, tell me now.” I say barely above a whisper.
He says nothing and with that I quickly lick my lips before kissing him. I almost moan at the pure feeling of his lips on mine. I keep it light. I don’t use any tongue or anything. Not really my thing.
His arms wrap around my waist, pushing my body closer to his. This little bit of friction making me want more. It’s as if he reads my mind because a second late his hands move down to my hips and starts grinding me against his bulge.
I moan into the kiss, spurring him on. I feel my underwear become moisten with my arousal with each passing second.
I reluctantly pull away from him before getting off of the bed and standing up. I lift my sweatshirt over my head and then take off my shoes and jeans, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
I bring my focus back to him and see his eyes move down from my breasts to my clothed pussy.
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes Eddie.”
My words sets a fire to his ass as he hurriedly takes off all his clothes except his boxers. I move back to my original position on his lap. I feel the weed wear off, so I reach over and get the bong to take another hit. I don’t want this wave of confidence to leave before I even get a chance to fuck him.
Once I hit it, I offer it to him and he takes another one too. The room in a haze as I attach my lips to his, but only for a second before I move them to his cheek and then down to his neck. I kiss around until I find a spot that makes him shudder underneath me. I bite and suck on the spot until I’m satisfied with the bruise left in its wake.
I feel my pussy throb with want, but I want to continue riding on this power wave of having him under my control.
I keep my kisses moving until I’m right below his navel. I look up at him to ask for permission. He nods his head, but that’s not enough.
“If you want me to touch you, you have to use your words baby.” I say, lightly crazing my lips over his cock that’s officially hard.
“Please.” He groans out.
I smile before pulling him out of his boxers and licking the tip. His hips thrust up out of reflex, but I just calmly push them back down and lightly massage them to help him relax. I move him deeper down my throat until I feel the tip touch the back of my throat. His moans are music to my hears and I can’t help but feel myself squeeze around nothing, desperately needing him to be inside of me.
I slowly remove my mouth from around him and move down to put his balls in my mouth while stroking him. It only takes a minute before I feel his cock jerk in my hand signaling he’s about to release.
“Stop. Fuck-“ He gasps.
I quickly move back and look at him, afraid that I had overstepped in some way.
“I’m sorry, but if you didn’t stop, I was going to cum embarrassingly quick.”
I chuckle at the statement sitting in front of him on my calves. He stares at me as I wipe my mouth.
“What?” I ask, feeling my face heat up at the attention.
“Come here.” He says in a tone that goes straight to my core.
I crawl up to him, sitting on his lap. His eyes gravitate to my boobs. I look down at them and then look back up at him. I take one of his hands and bring it to my bra clasp.
“Go on.” I whisper.
I feel my bra loosen. I take it fully off and he seems to be stuck. I almost laugh at the uncharacteristic shyness that he’s displaying. I once again take his hand, but bringing it to my tits this time. His finger begin massaging my tits, making me close my eyes and moan. My hips start moving on their own as he twists my nipples.
I still have my panties on but my wetness makes the barrier between my pussy and his cock almost non-existent. His lips move up to my neck while he pulls me closer, our chests now touching. I slowly grind on his lap as he hides his face in my neck. The sounds of whimpering escaping him and reaches my ears, making it hard to control myself.
“Can I taste you?”
The question almost passing me up. I look into his eyes and see so much want in his eyes and who am I to deny him?
“How do you want me?” I ask with a smirk pulling in the corner of my mouth.
He moves down under me so that he’s laying down on his pillows. He guides me over his face and licks me through my underwear. The action makes me grab the wall and sharply inhale.
“Don’t tease me baby. Please?”
I feel him move my panties to the side and kitten lick my clit. I place my finger in his hair as I lightly ride his face. The sounds he’s making sound downright sinful. I don’t even bother containing my moans.
My thighs begin closing around his head and my clit starts throbbing. I can’t cum. Not yet. I remove myself from his grip before standing up and completely taking my underwear off.
Our eyes make contact, his more confused than mine.
“Condoms?” I ask.
He gets up and searches through his drawers. His back is to me and I can’t help, but look at his butt. I have to resist the urge to squeeze it.
He turns around and I quickly move my eyes back upwards. I’m pretty much caught, but I smile at him anyway.
“I only have one.” He says with a grimace.
I shrug my shoulders.
‘We’ll just do more positions next time.” I say.
He sits on the edge of the bed and puts the condom on. When he’s done I get back on his lap while having him slide inside of me. I clench and moan at the invasion. He curses as he bottoms out.
We sit still for a minute as I warm him. I wrap my arms around him to bring him closer and whisper praises in his ears as he slowly thrusts in me.
He somehow gets deeper and I’m rendered speechless. I feel bad for not being able to say anything besides letting out breathy moans and leaving little kisses on whatever piece of skin I can find.
“You’re doing so good taking all of me.” He says to me.
I start meeting his thrusts, becoming more impatient. His groans fill the room as his pace picks up. A “fuck” escapes my lips with thrusts.
His thumb reaches between us and start rubbing my already throbbing clit. I mewl at the sensation.
“Cum for me Eddie. I need your cum.” I say in his ear.
I feel the buildup snap as I cum hard. My juices making a noise with the slap of skin against each other.
His arms wrap around my waist again but tighter as he cums too.
I rub my hands down his back as he fucks me through his orgasm.
“Good boy,” I say to him before kissing his cheek.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things smut
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Playlist- Chapter 6: Freedom (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)
Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader
Warnings: mention of PTSD and blood but nothing else
Words: 1720
Summary: You are healing. You pack your things from your ex's, travel with Oasis and give Noel a history lesson.
A/N: I AM BACK MOTHERFUCKERS ! I'm a bit late I know, but re-education lasted a bit more than said. Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for ! I now have a work again so instead of being published on Fridays I try to publish the fanfic chapter on weekends but can't tell if it will be on Saturdays or Sundays. I also said that a new character would make its appearance in my masterlist. And now I can tell you who it is... Let's welcome Ville Valo ! At the moment I won't take requests about Ville because I have a lot of requests for the other three, but I'll let you know when you can !
At the moment, enjoy the new chapter lovies !
Ahhh it's good to be back !
“I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I told you so
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone else I've got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man
All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Freedom”
is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
May 1992:
After a whole month of feeling like shit, being scared, and hurt, I finally decided to take control of my life again.
Noel was motivating me, giving me hope. I was feeling like a free woman again, but I still was scared and Noel had to sleep with me practically every night because of my atrocious nightmares.
I decided I needed help for this, and having Noel sleep next to me with his arms around me would miss me. I wanted the nightmares to stop, but I didn’t want to let go of him.
The past month, I realized that even if I still was in love with him, I was still falling more an more in love with him everyday. I didn’t know it was possible.
This day was the day I had to fight my demons. I was going to go back to the apartment I shared with Kenneth. It would be hard considering what I endured back there. But happily, Kenneth wouldn’t be there. He was in jail for what he did to me.
Everyone with here with me: Liam, Guigsy, Bonehead, McCarroll and of course Noel. They all wanted to help. And they all would be useful because Kenneth had in fact just got out of jail.
Liam opened the door, and at the moment him and Noel saw him, they stood directly in front of me, their arms protecting me.
Y/N, don’t come any closer! Liam exclaimed
I freeze on spot, seeing Kenneth, who acted as if nothing happened in front of the boys.
Oh hey love, ye’re coming back to me! I missed ye so much!
Kenneth started to approach.
Don’t! Stay away from me you degenerate! I shouted, afraid
Oh come on love, ye know ye shouldn’t have filed a complaint against me. Ye’ve made a big mistake. And who would believe all this bullshit? I never touched ye. Ye know… I have some friends in the justice system and stuff… Why’d ye think I got out after a month? My criminal record is as clean as the Virgin Mary again. He said with a threatening tone as he continued to approach
Oi ye bastard, she told ye not to approach so ye don’t and ye shut the fuck up! Liam answered, pushing Kenneth back
Ye think yer bodyguards scare me? Ye think ye scare me Gallagher? Kenneth pursued
Come on Y/N, let’s get yer things and we’ll be leaving, it’s starting to smell like a sewer in here. Noel said
I walked past Kenneth and towards the torture room aka my old bedroom, Noel’s hand glued to my back, still offering me protection, as the boys made sure Kenneth didn’t move an inch.
I expected to see the room as it had been left when Noel found me there, tied up. But Kenneth had cleaned It up, so that no trace could be found. No evidence, no crime. And yet, the police and paramedics who had seen the room had evidence. But as Kenneth had said, he had connections in the justice system. Maybe there was no evidence and therefore no crime.
I collected my belongings and heard the boys shout.
Panicked, I ran to the living room, followed by Noel, and found Kenneth lying on the ground, and Liam held back by the other boys, his nose bleeding.
Don’t worry Y/N, this motherfucker passed out. He said
Liam for fuck’s sake!
He deserved it sweetheart. I never like when Liam uses violence, but he was probably right for doing so. Noel answered
And both were right. So right.
So I took my things and we left.
A new life could start. My new life could start. Freedom.
*
May 31st, 1993- Glasgow- King’s Tut’s:
A year had passed, and thanks to the boys and my therapist, I was gradually rebuilding myself. I didn’t have nightmares anymore. I did tell Noel, with whom I was still living. But I insisted that he kept sleeping with me. Firstly, because it was his bed I was squatting in, secondly because he had the right to sleep in his own bed and get a good night’s sleep, and thirdly, because it made me feel safe.
But mostly, the reason was I loved and wanted to feel his arms around me.
By his side, he had insisted that I stay in bed with him too because “A gentleman would never let a young woman sleep on the couch” and it wasn’t for me.
Even when we were away, we were sleeping in the same bed. And we were inseparable. It was like we never broke up, but there weren’t just any kisses nor sex. Just hugs and holding hands.
Hugs helped him a lot when he was about to go on stage. AT least, at the beginning, because when Oasis became famous, he was more self-confident.
But this day in Glasgow, he needed it. And we were swaying together while he was taking deep breaths. And Oasis went on stage, slaying it I stood backstage, having fun.
After the gig, Noel hugged me again. Suddenly, we heard a man clearing his throat. Our bodies separated as we both looked at him.
Hi? I said
Hi! I wanted to congratulate the band and I found the guitarist first. This was some good stuff ya got here! He said, handing his hand to shake
Thank ye man, and ye are? Noel answered, shaking the man’s hand
I’m Alan McGee. Could we join the others? I’s like to congratulate them as well and there’s something I’d like to talk about with y’all.
Huh yeah f’course, are ye someone important? Noel asked
The other man smiled.
Actually, I work for creation records.
Fucking hell! I said, smiling at Noel
Fu… Yea, of course, follow me! Noel answered
Can I join you? I asked
What a stupid question, of course ye’re coming love. He said, handing me his hand to take
I smiled and took it, walking fast with them.
*
Now that creation records had noticed Oasis, everything went pretty fast. The label signed them, and they started recording the songs Noel had written in studio.
At first, they kept touring to make themselves known around the country, even supporting The Verve. Then they had their own tour, introducing songs that hadn’t been recorded yet. Of course, with Noel’s insistence, I was following them. I quit my job, being with the band but by my side, I insisted to play the roadies so I wouldn’t feel useless.
A bit less than a year after, problems started in the band. Because except Noel and I, everyone fucked up. It was during a particular day in February 1994, on a Ferry on our way to Amsterdam for a gig.
February 17th, 1994- The ferry to Amsterdam:
Noel and I were in a cabin reading books on the bed. I was reading something about the Tudors when Noel was reading a book about the Beatles. And we decided to play a game: we decided to test each other’s knowledge about the books we were reading.
Okay, me turn now. Who was John Lennon’s hero? Noel asked
Elvis. I answered
Fuck, how did ye know this?
We grew up together and we dated listening to the Beatles you dumbass. Can’t you remember this documentary we watched about John Lennon?
Oh yea, my bad.
Now, how many Tudors monarchs were there in total?
Hmm dunno… five?
Almost. You remembered our history classes?
I remember this particular era because we studied the Tudors on a Valentine’s Day, and on the walls of the high school, there were effigies of Henry the eighth, with a stall with volunteers handing out roses for the girls, and the effigies were saying “Do ye want to be me Anne Boleyn for this day?” It’s pretty funny, considering he had her beheaded afterwards.
No way! So you really remember then?
Yup. So how many were there?
Six.
Noel was unsure about what I was saying and started counting.
No, I’m sure they were five.
I am the one reading and holding the book in my hands Noely.
Noel put his book on his knees and counted again.
Henry the seventh, Henry the eighth, Edward the sixth, Mary the first and Elizabeth the first… No, they were five!
What about Jane Grey?
Oh come on, she was only there for nine days, and she wasn’t even a Tudor.
Huh she was, considering she was Mary Tudor’s granddaughter.
Which one?
Henry’s sister.
Forgot that part. But still, she was there for only nine days and wasn’t even crowned. Does it still make her a queen?
And at the moment I was about to answer, someone banged at the door. Noel and I looked at each other, and I went to open the door. It was a cop, with a very strong accent asking if Noel was there. As you all know, the rest of the band got into trouble. They drank a lot and fought with football hooligans, turning themselves into hooligans. Bye bye to Amsterdam gig, welcome back to England.
Noel and I went to find them at the back of the boat. They were handcuffed. And I never saw Noel in such a rage, shouting at the guys, but especially at Liam. I was trying to calm things down even though I was disappointed as well.
That’s when Noel called McGee. And we heard him shout at the other end of the corridor:
What’s fucking brilliant in that?!
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Pathetic and Tragic
Summary: It’s been years since the BAU has tried to catch this unsub, so when Spencer figures out where she is, why did he feel the need to go alone?
Pairing: Spencer x Fem Unsub!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: mentions of murder/blood, slight bondage, hair pulling, choking, gagging, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation
Word Count: 2.8K
A/N: Hi! This is for a contest by @spenciebabie and I’ve chosen the one-shot prompt why don't you make me?
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The case was never supposed to last this long. Spencer knew that, Hell, the whole BAU knew that. A woman with ties to the highest degree of one of the most infamous organized crime families should have been the FBI’s top priority, and for a very long time, she was.
Then the case got complicated, and while Spencer’s mind clouded with an unbearable lust for a woman that would take his life with zero hesitation, the team lost one of their greatest players.
It was tragic in every sense of the word, the way Spencer’s mind replayed their first interaction, his lips feeling her breath on him after all this time, and the bullet that always rested in his bag.
He felt pathetic in that moment, letting her take control of his morals with her vice like grip on his mind, body and soul.
“FBI, freeze. Don’t move.” Finally, the BAU had found who they were looking for since her first appearance on their radar 8 months ago. More importantly, Spencer caught her trying to flee a scene she had no business being at. She looked so out of place, the blood and gore that laid a trail to her small, almost fragile figure making Spencer believe for a split second that she couldn’t have possibly done this.
But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when she turned around to flash a wicked smile his way.
And Spencer Reid was the one who froze instead.
“Doctor,” she greeted with the utmost of poise and delicacy. “I do believe I have a job to do, so I’m sorry to inform you that I cannot follow your request at this time.”
She was taunting him, and Spencer would fall into that trap again and again if it meant her eyes remained on his.
But this was a criminal, a murderer, a sociopath, and he will not lose his footing this time. Not even for a flawless god-like woman.
“Y/N Y/L/N, you’re under arrest for the murder of Tristen Kepler, Michael Gerdinski and Harold Bennet.” Spencer’s voice was slowly losing its confidence as her face turned from one of pure hilarity to confusion.
“Is that all? You might be missing a few names.” She was proud of her work, it was insufferable. Spencer’s anger level was slowly rising, and if she continued to dance circles around his mind, the task at hand being forgotten, it was going to get dangerously high.
“You won’t shoot me, Dr. Reid,” she continued as she took a step towards him, the grip on his gun tightened.
“How do you know?” Spencer’s voice shook with the same uncertainty as his finger shaking over the trigger. She was right, he wasn’t going to shoot her, but Spencer couldn’t confirm the thoughts of a narcissist.
“Because,” another step. “I’m unarmed, and you, Spencer Reid,” another step. “Are a man of morals and righteousness, and justice.” She spit the last word with so much venom that the story behind her rage could have been the world’s most tragic villain arc.
The whole case was quite tragic.
“Don’t take another step.” Spencer was easily a foot taller than her, and with one scan could tell he weighed twice as much as her, but she still found a way to make his blood run cold with both fear and excitement.
“Or what?”
Spencer could’ve sworn he only blinked and she was directly in front of him, but that wasn’t entirely the truth. She had laid a fog over his mind, taking away his intelligence and peeling back every layer of his mind so only the thought of lowering his weapon in favor of getting on her good side remained.
She was challenging him to do something, but instead of the snake charmer charming the snake, she charmed him.
Spencer must have been hallucinating on the high of being closer to her now, but he could’ve sworn the crime scene they were in was starting to grow the same vines in the Garden of Eden, because there she stood handing Spencer an apple.
Like Eve, Spencer took it.
The second his gun lowered slightly, she pounced. She had him disarmed and on his back before he had time to process the feeling of her skin on his. If the impact to the ground didn’t knock the wind out of Spencer, her close proximity would.
She had a heel digging into his wrist closest to his gun that was only inches away, taunting him for his pathetic lust. Slowly, she bent down, entering the fog, black smoke mixing with his innocent, white cloud to create a gray that he wouldn’t dare call dull.
“I’m sorry it has to be like this, Spencer. Truly, I am.” Her eyes left his to scan his face before she reached over to his gun. The thought crossed his mind that she was going to kill him, but would that be so bad when he was breathing the same air as her?
She emptied the chamber into her hands, only leaving one bullet. He walked this road before, he knew his chances.
“One bullet, one chance.” She spun the chamber before slamming it back in place. “God, I really hope you live.”
For a split second, they shared a gaze clouded with desire for the other. Spencer let his mind fade into what her lips would feel like against his, or how her body would tremble under his. She had control now, but he knew from the way her eyes begged, even just for one second, she wanted him to flip the roles and take her right there. He would’ve too if it wasn’t for the cool metal that pressed against the side of his head.
Click!
An empty threat, yet she still smirked. “Today’s your lucky day, Doctor.”
She looked up to where a single headlight shone through the window above them, her hair trickling down to brush against Spencer’s neck, and he sighed at the small contact. It was pathetic, really.
“That’s my ride. See you around.” With that, she winked and ran off towards her getaway. Spencer laid there, taking in shallow breaths that escaped him during their interaction.
She had been stalling him, and he fell for it.
Spencer still carried around that bullet as a reminder. A reminder that he needs to catch her, she was too dangerous, and anything less than her being imprisoned for life wasn’t good enough.
It was also a reminder of how he felt when she was with him, over him, dominating him. Spencer never felt that helpless, that pathetic, that hungry for someone, and he wasn’t ready to let that go quite yet.
There was no new case that came in this week, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep that nagging feeling at bay when it came to her this case. They needed to shut it, Spencer needed to shut it, because maybe, just maybe, he could sleep better at night knowing he won.
“Delivery for Dr. Spencer Reid,” a voice called from the entrance of the bullpen. Spencer’s head shot around, finding a very harmless looking intern holding a small package in his hand looking around.
Cutting the kid some slack, he made his way over. “I’m Dr. Reid.” The kid smiled before handing him the little cardboard box. It fit in the palm of his hand, and was completely blank except for the small drawing of a snake on the top.
His blood ran cold, and his lungs forgot how to breath, just like they did a year ago.
A year ago today.
Spencer didn’t wait any longer, ripping the box open despite the strong glue that held it shut with its secrets.
Oh Spencer, hasn’t anyone told you not to open Pandora’s box?
The bullet inside rattled around the small container, one of the bullets that belonged to Spencer before she took them for her trophies.
She may have not killed Spencer, but she definitely took something more than just bullets with her that night.
He knew where she was, and she wanted him to.
Spencer could’ve told his team, hell, he was going to need the backup, so what stopped him from doing so as he raced for the crime scene that has since been cleared and reopened for the public to ignore the ‘No Trespassing’ sign?
Lust, lust is what stopped him, and it was pathetic.
Pathetic and tragic.
She knew he arrived, even if he turned the lights of the SUV off before pulling up the small warehouse. The air around her grew heavier with anticipation as she waited for Spencer to enter the room, no doubt waiting for the element of surprise.
She almost missed his light footsteps approaching her from behind.
“You’ve changed,” she called out. Spencer froze again, just like he had the first time. Was this pathetic enough?
“So have you,” his voice was calm, not caring for tiptoeing anymore. She was right, Spencer had changed, and now he took very little chances with instability.
“Yet here we are, repeating the same cycle as last year.” She turned to face him, and if she was less of a professional, she would have let her hunger for Spencer shine through. He had definitely changed, his hair was longer now, but still beautifully curly and framing his face, the one that was sharper, stubble on his cheeks.
Spencer was a man now, one she wanted to strip down to nothing both physically and emotionally.
“That’s not entirely true,” he shot back with a sense of cockiness to his tone, cockiness she had no patience for. “I’m not letting you go this time.”
She snorted, actually snorted in his face. “You cannot be serious. You think I would lead you to me just to turn myself in?”
“You’re coming with me, whether you want to or not.” There was no room for argument, but she had other plans. She saw the lust in his eyes a year ago, and though time passed, that passion when he was looking at her still hasn’t faded. She just needed to push his buttons a little bit.
“Why don’t you make me?” It was the final straw, the last drop of water before the dam broke, and Spencer made no effort to stop himself from taking her head in his hands and smashing their lips together in both anger and desire.
She moaned against his mouth, wrapping her hands around his neck to find their place in his hair. Spencer had other plans, because he grabbed both of her wrists before turning her around and bending her over the metal table behind them.
“Listen, Princess,” Spencer whispered into her ear, his lips grazing the shell as he bent his whole body over her to press her further. The cool metal was digging into her hips, but she couldn’t complain when it also meant she felt Spencer’s hard erection on her backside. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, and then I’m going to take you in where you’ll rot in prison for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”
“Only one of us is getting ruined today, and it’s not me.” Apparently, that was not the answer Spencer wanted, because he grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her back against his chest, making her gasp and squirm against his strong frame.
“Watch the attitude,” he growled out before reaching down with his other hand to unbutton her black jeans. “Now let’s try that again. Do you understand me?”
She only responded in a whimper as Spencer’s hands reached inside both her pants and panties to run his fingers through her slick folds.
“Use your words, Princess.” She tried to grind down on his fingers, but Spencer was quick to remove them from her pants. Bringing his hand up to her neck, he wrapped it around before squeezing lightly. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes, I understand. Just please, Spencer.” She never would have thought that the awestruck doctor she wooed a year ago would be so rough with her, and the surprise just added to her need for him.
“Please what, Princess?” Spencer taunted.
“Just do something,” she barked back, immediately regretting her decision when he let go of her neck to push her by her head back onto the table with more force than necessary.
When she heard the click of his handcuffs, she started her relentless squirming. “What the hell, Spencer? I thought you were going to fucking do something!”
“Who said I wasn't?” He asked before completely ripping her pants down her legs, the cool air hitting her bare pussy, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
So this was the game Spencer’s playing.
“God, you’re already so fucking wet, Princess. Wanna taste you.” He gave her no time to register his words because Spencer dropped to his knees and licked a strip up and then down her folds, flicking her clit before taking in completely in his mouth.
Her mewls and groans bounced off the concrete walls around them, only urging Spencer on more. He suckled softly on her clit before flicking it back and forth repeatedly with his tongue at an incomprehensible pace. The knot in her stomach was forming, and at this rate, it was going to unravel fast.
“Spe-Spence I.. I’m g-gonna” Spencer brought his fingers up to her core, replacing his tongue with two slender digits.
“Do it, Princess. Come for me.” He pinched her clit roughly, and that was the final push over the edge, her moans loud consisting of incoherent curses and his name.
When she started to come down from her high, Spencer stood straight up again and started unbuckling his belt. She started to squirm and push back into him at his slow movements.
“I know you’re probably enjoying watching me struggle, but if you could please hurry the fuck up,” she said as she lifted part of her upper body to turn and look at him. She never got a good look, because Spencer reached out and slammed her back down before pushing all of himself into her waiting cunt.
She yelled out at the sensation, Spencer groaning before saying, “What did I tell you about that fucking attitude?”
He set a brutal pace, giving her barely any time to adjust before pulling out so just the tip remained, and then slamming into her with a rough, animalistic force.
“Ah, ah, ah, Sp- Spenc-” He grabbed her by the hair again, using it as leverage to pull her back onto his cock, making her scream out again.
“Shut up,” Spencer groaned out, annunciating each word with a thrust while he reached forward to shove two fingers into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
She moaned around his fingers, causing him to press down on her tongue, gagging her. Spencer could feel the way she started to clench around him.
“You gonna cum, Princess? That’s it, cum with me.” Spencer’s thrusts grew sloppier as they both ran towards their orgasm together.
When they both finally reached their high, Spencer could’ve sworn he saw stars, his cock twitching in her pulsing warmth, milking him of everything. For a split second, their bodies had become one.
But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when his actions caught up to him, and he ripped himself from her.
She was still shaking and trying to catch her breath when he undid the handcuffs that were burning her wrists. Confusion spread through her as she used her arms that still felt like jelly to push herself up off the table.
“Why... why’d you uncuff me?” Spencer looked up through his eyelashes at her from where he was redoing his belt, his face unreadable.
“Get dressed. I can’t arrest you half naked.” He looked away from her with a blush on his face as she bent down to pull her pants back up. When she looked back up at him from where he was trying to see from his peripherals if she was dressed again, she caught a glimpse of the man she met a year ago.
“That’s not the reason, Doctor. If you have a question, ask it.”
“Why’d you stop?” Spencer finally turned to face her, catching the surprise on her face before it morphed into that same wicked smile that rendered him helpless last time.
“Would you have come if I kept killing?” He didn’t have to think about his answer, it was the reason he was hoping was true.
“No.” She slowly stalked over to him, but this time she didn’t flip him on his back. Instead, she cupped his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to nuzzle into her palm.
“I still have 4 bullets,” she said softly. They locked eyes again, but this time, the lust they indulged in melted down to a mutual understanding.
“I’ll see you next year, Doctor.” With that, she walked around him, shutting the door with a slam on the way out, leaving Spencer staring at the silver with no attempt to chase after her.
Pathetic and tragic.
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Missing You Now | Uhtred x OC
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This is for the lovely @solinarimoon's 100 Follower challenge. Congrats on the achievement, you are amazing! 💜
"I talk to you but it's not the same as touchin' you, and every time you whisper my name, I want to run to you.
Thought I was stronger, how could I know, how could I know. I can't take this much longer. It's so hard on my soul."
- Missing You Now by Michael Bolton
Caia had loved Uhtred ever since she had moved to Coccham, however she would never allow herself to admit her feelings. Her aim was to protect herself from heartbreak but all she achieved was to break her own heart.
This fits into my multi chapter fic Touched by Fire but you can also read it on its own. The gifs above are not mine, although I did put them together.
Word Count: 2223
Warnings: ANGST, pining
The hall was warm with smoke from the fires and smelt of ale as the warriors returning home from battle celebrated their victory and reunited with their loved ones. Ever since she had watched Uhtred, her sisters and their friends ride out of Coccham’s gates, Caia had been unable to relax, fear of those she loved not returning and the stress of running the estate in their lord’s absence wearing her down. As the night drew on, the tension within her body drained away, helped by the ale she drank freely, whilst her mind was slowly put at ease at the sight of the happy faces of those she loved around her.
Uhtred found her, as had become his habit in social situations, choosing to spend time with her over that of his men. It was like there was a magnetic pull between them, leading them to one another, always finding themselves by the other’s side. No company came close to that of Uhtred’s, as much as she loved being with her sisters, no one else made her feel as carefree, as happy or made her laugh as freely.
They stayed side by side throughout the night, even when they turned their attention away from the other to talk to their friends and family, or laugh at their drunken antics, they always seemed to return to the familiar and safe haven of the other’s company. She felt like she could talk forever with Uhtred, laughing and flirting – not that she would admit that it was flirting, her and Uhtred were only friends after all.
Uhtred gave her a coy smile as he pulled her from the hall and out into the brisk night air, the shock in temperature and the cool wind against her face sobering her up somewhat. They came to a stop between two of the outbuildings, Uhtred’s hand still entwined with hers as he gave her a soft look – it was almost bashful, which was very unusual for him.
‘I hear you kept everything running smoothly whilst I was away, I’m grateful,’ he said after a moment, not breaking her gaze. ‘You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re a great leader, a great mother, is there anything you cannot do?’
She rolled her eyes slightly, turning away from him to look up at the moon that hung above them, just peeping through the clouds, although her hand remained in his. Uhtred was never shy in giving women compliments and she had quickly learnt that he was a massive flirt, she had long taught herself not to think on his words. However, her eyes still shone with pride and a smile tugged at her lips knowing that Uhtred believed she had run his estate well.
‘I was just doing my best, the same as anyone,’ she replied humbly, making him chuckle.
‘You never let me compliment you, do you?’ he asked with a shake of his head. ‘You are not the same as everyone, far from it. You’re amazing! Just take the compliment.’
She sighed before nodding. ‘Thank you, lord.’
‘Uhtred!’ he corrected with a huff. ‘How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Uhtred. You’re my friend, you don’t need to call me lord.’
‘Very well, lord,’ she replied with a smirk. He shook his head and cursed lightly under his breath, but mirth shone through his eyes.
‘You look very beautiful tonight,’ he said after a moment, gazing at her intently. ‘Although you are beautiful every night.’
‘I’m sure you say that to every woman you meet.’
‘Not since I met you, because every other woman pales into comparison,’ he said sincerely, stepping slightly closer to her so she had to tilt her head slightly to look him in the eyes. ‘I know you do not believe me, but it is true. You are the only woman I want.’
Before she had even had a chance to process his words, his mouth was on hers, his hands pulling her body towards his, and her eyes had fallen closed as she relished in the kiss. She clung to his shoulders and relaxed, however she soon came back to reality, her mind catching up with her heart and she pulled away, her eyes downcast.
‘No,’ she murmured, ‘sorry, I can’t… this isn’t…’
She looked up at Uhtred’s crestfallen face, surprise and hurt in his eyes. She bit her lip as guilt flooded over her, having to turn away from him as it was too painful to look him in the eye and see the heartbreak that she had caused.
‘I’m sorry… I thought…’
‘I know,’ she said quickly, not wanting this conversation to go on any longer, wanting to just be alone. ‘I want to be friends, I just can’t be anything more than that. I’m sorry.’ She spoke more confidently than she felt, her voice steady despite her body shaking.
Uhtred nodded slowly, stepping away from her. ‘You’ll always have my protection. And you’ll always be my friend.’
As soon as he had retreated back into the loud hall, her resolve broke and tears appeared in her eyes, unable to hold the guilt and grief inside her any longer.
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She had told herself that she had made her decision, that it been the right decision, the only decision, and yet doubt clawed at her mind. As soon as she had turned down Uhtred, Caia knew that it was something she would regret for the rest of her life. Her sisters told her as much, encouraging her to tell him the truth: the truth that she loved him. She had been in love with him for months, almost for as long as she had been living in Coccham, but she had hidden her feelings, first from herself and then, once they became too strong for her to ignore, from him.
Why? Because she was trying to protect herself from the pain which would undoubtedly befall her when Uhtred fell in battle, whenever that might be. She had been widowed before, had her heartbroken and her life destroyed as she lost her whole world, her children the only thing keeping her from falling into an abyss of despair and grief. She wasn’t sure if she would be strong enough to survive going through that again.
She had almost convinced herself that the pain of not having Uhtred couldn’t be worse than the pain of losing him, convinced herself that she was strong enough to live without him, that friendship was enough. But when Uhtred fell in love with someone else, the pain she felt was unbearable and all consuming, and she realised the severity of her mistake. Being friends wasn’t enough, it could never be, as talking to him wasn’t the same as touching him, of being with him. She thought she was stronger, that she would be alright, but how could she have known the immense pain that seeing him with Aethelflaed would cause her?
He had told her that there was something between them, that him and Lady Aethelflaed had spent evenings doing more than simply talking and discussing strategy and politics. She wasn’t sure why he told her first, before anyone else; perhaps it was simply because she was his friend, although him and Finan undoubtedly shared a stronger bond, or, more likely in her mind, because he wanted to give her a chance to fight for him, to tell the truth they both knew deep down that she loved him and always had. If it had been the second reason, then it made no matter as Caia had simply nodded and smiled and wished him well, hiding her emotions behind a mask of stone until she reached the safety of her room where she could cry unseen.
Her older sister Aaliyah had told her that she should fight, to do something selfish for the first time in her life and take what she wanted, but that wasn’t her. Caia had always put other’s feelings before her own, had always thought of herself last. By the time she had truly come to terms with enormity of her mistake, Uhtred had fallen for Aetheleflaed and she could tell by his eyes that he was happy with her. She loved Uhtred; she would never ruin his happiness, no matter how hard it hurt her.
There had been an awkwardness between them after she had turned him down, however slowly things began to return to how they had been before, Caia glad and relieved to have his friendship once again. However, there were some things that were different, and Caia guessed they always would be: they didn’t flirt like they had done before and there was a sadness behind both their eyes that they hid well from each other.
One thing that hadn’t changed was their living arrangements, Caia and her children still living in Uhtred’s hall. Uhtred had offered her a room when she had first come to Coccham and neither of them had wanted her to move out, so she had stayed. She had considered moving out after her rejection of Uhtred, but by that point she had become like a mother to Osbert and Stiorra, her children considering them almost as siblings, and she hadn’t the heart to leave.
The only issue of living with Uhtred was running into Aethelflaed. She hadn’t walked in on them doing anything, thank the gods, but it still sent a pang of jealousy through her and brought back all the painful emotions around not being with Uhtred every time she saw her. One such time she bumped into Aethelflaed as she was leaving the hall, night around them and her hood pulled up in a small attempt to keep her meeting with Uhtred a secret. She had known that she was there, noticing extra horses in the stable and the ever-dependable Lord Aldhelm in the alehouse, but it still sent a wave of shock though her when they came face to face.
After exchanging pleasantries, they went their separate ways. She respected Aethelflaed, as most people did with the exception of her toad’s arse of a husband, and had never blamed her for the hurt she felt – it had been her own decision to turn down Uhtred, after all. However they weren’t exactly friendly; Caia thought Aethelflaed knew about her feelings for Uhtred, and his for her, and although she was always kind and lovely towards her, there was a weariness in her eye.
She found Uhtred sitting alone by the fire in the middle of the hall, the servants retired to their homes for the night and the children in bed.
‘Good night, Uhtred,’ she said with a forced smile on her face as she crossed the room intending on finding her bed. She stopped when she saw his face, downcast and contemplative. ‘What’s the matter?’
‘Nothing, I’m fine,’ he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.
She frowned at him, not believing him for a second, and came and sat beside him. ‘You are a terrible liar. Now tell me, what is it?’
He made a sigh and continued to stare into the fire. ‘I shouldn’t be with Aethelflaed. I am not good for her; it can only end in disaster for both of us.’
‘And yet you are still with her. You’ve had a hundred chances to walk away and you have not, nor you ever will,’ she told him, her tone harsher than she had intended, causing him to turn his attention away from the flames to focus on her, slightly stunned by her tone. She gave him an apologetic look; as much as her heart was breaking, it wasn’t fair to take it out on Uhtred. ‘I know you. You live by your heart and once your heart is set on something there is no way for you to let go, whether it is Bebbenburg, or your men, or a woman, once your heart belongs to something or someone, you will not abandon them.’
‘Who says my heart belongs to Aethelflaed?’
‘Isn’t it?’ she asked, watching as he avoided her eye, knowing she was right. ‘I’m happy for you.’
‘Really?’ he asked, looking up to meet her gaze. She nodded, putting on a smile. ‘Your eyes disagree.’
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she answered, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to hide her true emotions. She cleared her throat and stood up. ‘Good night, Uhtred.’
‘Good night, Caia.’
She walked from the room and felt her heart breaking all over again. Perhaps if she had, had more courage she would have used that opportunity to exploit his moment of doubt, to make a move and try and get him back, but she wasn’t like that, instead she had put Uhtred and his feelings first.
It was so hard on her soul, to see him everyday but not to have him, to have to pretend she did not love him. She tried to find comfort in his friendship, of having him in her life, however in a way it made it harder – every time he said her name or laughed at something she said, she wanted to run to him, to hold him and never let him go. But she couldn’t. In truth, she wasn’t sure how much more her heart could take.
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Would you please write headcanons of the slashers finding out that their s/o knows how to sing and is part of a rock band?
The thing is that the band isn't hard rock or anything , the music is kind of like the style of the song Lovefool by the cardigans or Sofia by Clairo . So it's a very soft sounding type of music .
coming right up 🖤
(gifs not mine)
POLY GHOSTFACE
they didn’t know about it until it started taking over your time with them
stu’s pouty and billy is too
naturally their first instinct is to find out what has been taking all your time that you’re supposed to spend with THEM.
so you tell them you’re in a rock band
both are super ecstatic about it
you’re 1000x cooler to them now
not that you weren’t before, though
“what’s your part in the band?!”
“what do you play!?”
“*gasp* CAN YOU SING FOR US?”
10000% supportive
will attend any and every concert you have
you’ll know they’re there, too
they’re the loudest in the crowd
“THAT’S MY S/O!”
when their there, it’s not the kind of rock they expected
i mean all they rock they’ve listened to is some heavy kind of shit
they like the soft rock kind of thing you do
it’s sounds heavenly to them
and your vocals are music to their ears
after they get back with you from one of your concerts, they’re gonna wanna hear you sing for them
stu will annoy you until you do
“please. please? please! i just think you’ve got the prettiest voice!”
pouts a lot
you’re gonna give in, no doubt about it
billy will probably be more smooth with his approach
put on some jams he knows you love
then when you start singing stu comes in outta nowhere and joins in
he’ll start playing air guitar or something and you’ll end up having a mini concert with him in the middle of your living room
billy just watches, a smile on his face
your biggest fans!!
will brag about you 24/7 to all of their friends
super proud to be your boyfriends
MICHAEL MYERS
stoic as ever
tell him you’re in a band and he has no reaction at all
that’s not to say he doesn’t care
he just doesn’t show emotion all to well
he’s listened to you practice some songs before, he knows for a fact you’re talented
he knows talent when he hears/sees it, and he appreciates talent
dont expect him to show up to any concerts, though
he’ll support you (stare at you while you sing) from the comfort of his home but will not willingly go into crowded areas like concert venues
he has to say he’s pretty impressed with the large amount of fans your band already has gathered up
decides one day it wouldn’t be so bad to support you
he’s not doing it for you what are you talking about he’s doing this this for himself
he’s doing it for you
it’s pretty easy to spot him in the crowd
he sees you’ve noticed his presence, as you send a smile his way
now, he was also thinking this would be some heavy rock kind of thing
after all, you hadn’t specified
so he was pretty surprised to hear such soft kind of rock
something new for a change
it was okay to him
would be a million times better if there wasn’t so many people pushing and shoving in the crowd
you were amazing, though
and he definitely thinks you better than any of your bandmates
again, he’ll never openly tell you that
but you’ll know
you can tell, even if he tries to keep up the emotionless facade
JASON VOORHEES
he’s kinda wary about it
of course he thinks it’s awesome but he gets nervous letting you out of his sight for things like band practice
and no way was he gonna let your band members anywhere near crystal lake
so he’s at an inner battle with himself
he knows it makes you happy and you love doing it
but he also knows that he worried a lot about you and letting you out of his sight could possibly end in something bad
assure him constantly that he doesn’t have to worry
he’ll warm up to the idea of your band eventually
does not mean he likes your bandmates though
also will sure as hell not let them step foot onto his property
he lets you leave for practices and concerts and all that
sometimes when your gone he’ll get super anxious
to the point where he even considers leaving to look for you
he just wants to know your safe
he doesn’t leave though
he knows you’ll always come back to him
and since he wouldn’t want to step foot off camp crystal lake, bring the concert to him!!!
well....bring yourself and no one else
you explain to him the kind of rock it is, and he nods along
he hasn’t really heard much of the genre and is eager to learn about it
he turns out to love it a lot
will definitely look more into that kind of music
anyway, once you perform your one person show for him he’ll be super interested and in awe
he’ll be super happy to listen along and clap for you
lots and lots of encores
he just loves to hear you sing
especially in that soft kind of genre
sing him a lullaby, maybe?
please please please do!!
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE
it’d be kinda hard to be in a band or anything with this boy
he just doesn’t like the idea of you spending time with anyone other than him
and especially if your band/concert time takes up time that’s meant to be spent with him
aka all the damn time
so I doubt he’d let you be in a band for that long or at all
but let’s say he does for some odd reason
you tell him all about it, and he dully listens
did you say you were in a ROCK band?
okay he’s a little interested
you can tell because he perks up a little
you go on to tell him its more soft-rock
either way he still wants to hear some of the music you make
and once you sing to him you should be ready to sing to him whenever he asks you to from now on
expect lullabies to become part of the daily routine
gets even more possessive
your voice should only be for HIS listening, HE’S your boyfriend.
ok yeah your probably not gonna be in a band for long
but you can throw your own little ‘concerts’ for him in the comfort of the living room!
BO SINCLAIR
will also act like he could care less
don’t let his little act fool you
he’s curious!! proud!! amazed!!
he’s a bastard though don’t ever expect him to say it.
he’s heard you sing before, more like hum
whenever he’s fixing cars or luring in some new victims, your right beside him humming away
he guesses those are your own original songs, since he hasn’t heard anything familiar to it before
he comes to find that he likes the soft-rock genre
you’d never guess he likes your singing, he always shuts you up whenever you start it
“will you stop the damn humming? i’m tryna work out here and you’re nothin’ but a damn distraction.”
you’ll find that if you hum again for a second time he won’t tell you to be quiet
sometimes you’ve caught him slightly bopping his head to it
also, he’ll have songs on the radio of the soft rock genre
obviously found out the genre existed from you
and soon he knows possibly every song of the genre
like brahms, he does NOT want any bandmates of yours around
you need band mates? lester’s probably got a banjo somewhere, work with it.
he’ll continue with the snarky comments, but you know he doesn’t mean them
i mean, he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars whenever your lips move to make music
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CABIN 7 — APOLLO
Headcanons.
❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞
— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive
Headcanon masterlist.
Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁
Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument.
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?
They run an underground tattoo parlor.
That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.
Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.
Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.
🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶
The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).
The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).
When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.
The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.
Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!
There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.)
Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.
I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.
I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.
And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.
Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?
Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.
They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.
Fun Band-Aids™
They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.
I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!
After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.
Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels.
The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons.
Kind of germophobic?
They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.
In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.
The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.
They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them.
Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.
A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.
They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.
They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.
Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).
Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.
Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.
They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.
Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.
Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down.
The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶
The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.
The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.
They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.
Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.
There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy.
There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.
Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.
Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.
There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.
The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)
Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.
There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.
I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.
The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though.
🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶
Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises.
A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.
Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.
Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.
So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.
I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.
They break into song all the time.
Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”
🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶
As mentioned in at least The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.
They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.
🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶
Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously).
It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.
Rickrolling.
The “Macarena.”
Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.
There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.
A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural.
Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video.
It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football.
C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall.
The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.
They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught.
Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.
There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.
C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs.
It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.
Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!”
It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.
They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.
That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.
The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.
And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc.
Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.
I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.
The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.
I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.
A lot of them wear bracers all the time.
When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.
Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.
And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.
Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.
Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.
Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…
That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”
There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.
A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.
Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair.
Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.
Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters.
They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux.
Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point.
While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.
Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t.
But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.
And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.
C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth).
The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can.
They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.
You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?
This one's really long. 😅
A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎
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Specs and the Flyboy (Chapter Sixteen)
Summary: Jack and (Y/N) visit the Special Forces Club for more information on Michael Carter, and a surprise meeting with one of (Y/N)’s old OSS colleagues results in her talking to Jack about her traumatic past.
Pairing: Jack Thompson X Reader
Word Count: 4.9k
Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a brief scene containing verbal harassment and discussions of trauma.
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope that you enjoy!
Chapter Sixteen
London, England
(Previous Chapter)
Rubbing a hand over his still-tired eyes, Jack called out to (Y/N) in the other room, “Okay, we should probably go over everything again before we head out!”
“I’ll be there in a moment, I just need to put on my lipstick!”
Jack organized and spread all their files and papers across the top of the desk as he waited for his partner to finish getting ready, sighing through his nose when his eyes landed on the copy of Michael Carter’s original file. The newest break in the case, the possibility that Peggy’s brother was helping the SSR take down the Secret Empire from within, had set Jack and (Y/N) at odds with one another; while Jack was more willing to believe the theory, (Y/N) was highly skeptical of it, finding it hard to believe that the man who’d faked his death and committed was crimes for Hydra would change allegiances so quickly.
I guess it makes sense that she’d think that, he thought to himself as he glanced over at her closed bedroom door, she’s never done anything in her life to be ashamed of. Immediately, he regretted how envious his internal monologue had sounded; it wasn’t (Y/N)’s fault that he’d been awarded the Navy Cross for a terrible lie. But since meeting the codebreaker, it was difficult to refrain from comparing himself to her and the guilt that had been eating away at him for over two years had only steadily grown.
Before he could think on it some more, (Y/N) emerged from the bedroom and moved to lean against the side of the desk opposite of where he stood. “All right, where should we begin?” When he didn’t immediately respond, she looked up from the papers with a concerned frown. “Flyboy? You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, just a little tired…” Jack quickly replied, glancing away so that she wouldn’t realize that he’d been gawking at her from the moment she stepped out of her bedroom. She wore a sea-blue skirt and jacket with a matching fedora-styled hat, and her lips were colored with her signature red lipstick; sea-blue, his favorite color, flattered her figure and her lips had never looked so enticing to him. To distract himself from his own wandering thoughts, Jack cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s start with the Secret Empire itself.”
(Y/N) nodded. “All right. The Secret Empire was an organization within Hydra that was concerned with taking over the world by subversive means; while they were still attached to Hydra during the war, that meant funding their operations and diverting the SSR’s attention away from their activities whenever they could. It was rumored that they broke away from Hydra at the end of the war but thanks to our friend Mr. Hanson, we now know that to be fact; they formed their own group from the ground-up, using a copy of Howard’s stolen blueprints to manufacture devices for bank robberies, and then used the stolen gold to find their organization.”
“And Dottie Underwood, a Leviathan spy, somehow fits into all this.” Jack drummed his fingers against the desk. “When we finally arrested her in New York, she was leading a group of men in a bank robbery but she wasn’t after gold.”
“What was she trying to steal?”
“An Arena Club pin. Before I got shot, I found out that it was a key and I gave it to Peggy for safekeeping. You know, Underwood never told us who gave her the order to rob the bank; we all just assumed that it had been Leviathan but after her failure with Fennhoff, it would’ve been difficult to get back into Leviathan’s good graces.”
The codebreaker’s brow furrowed, a sign that she was lost in thought. “What if…? What if that bank robbery wasn’t just her chance at redemption, but also an olive branch from the Secret Empire? Think about it: the Secret Empire must’ve had a difficult time out on their own in post-war America, robbing banks one-by-one and partnering with crime bosses to earn their revenue; it’s a bit of a step down from the power and influence they had with Hydra. But since Hydra’s gone now the biggest threat out there’s Leviathan, so wouldn’t it be in their best interest to join up with them and in the process, help get rid of the Council of Nine as a potential rival?”
“But if that’s true then what’s their endgame? What exactly are they using the stolen gold to fund? What’s the significance of the key? And if Michael Carter really is trying to leave, then…?” Jack trailed off, noticing the way (Y/N) was pursing her lips. “What?”
She sighed. “I know how you feel about that theory, Flyboy, but until we have definitive proof we need to continue operating under the assumption that he’s the enemy. That’s what all the evidence we’ve collected so far points to.”
“Why’s it so hard for you to believe that someone could switch sides?” He demanded, a little annoyed by how closed her mind was on the subject. “You were the one who said that people aren’t born knowing right from wrong.”
“Yes, but this is different, Thompson! I saw first-hand the kinds of things Hydra did during the war. The torture, the human experimentation, the mass execution of civilians…? I saw the aftermath of it all.”
“You’re not the only one who was in the war, (Y/L/N), I saw my fair share of shit, too! I watched good men do terrible things out there in the Pacific that made me sick to my stomach, but I also understood that it was war. That doesn’t excuse or justify what they did, nothing ever could, but it doesn’t…it doesn’t mean they’re irredeemable. Besides, you didn’t see the way Michael looked in The Palladium; it was like he became a different person for a split-second, kind of like he’d woken up from a trance or something.”
Moving away from the desk, (Y/N) leaned a shoulder against the wall and sighed to herself. “According to the file, those are the things that Michael Carter had his hand in and even if it’s somehow wrong, you and I both watched as he shot a man dead in the middle of that same nightclub. As far as we know, he’s by no means innocent in all of this.”
Frustrated but wanting to avoid a fight, Jack nodded and looked back down at their papers. “Okay, what should we go over next?”
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Around midday, Jack and (Y/N) left their hotel and took a taxi to Knightsbridge, an upper-class district of London not far from Hyde Park. Jack spent their trip staring out the window, quietly admiring the still-rebuilding city that he’d never thought he’d get to see again; the one and only time he’d visited, it had been on the orders of Vernon Masters and he didn’t have any time to enjoy his trip. Not sure I’ll be able to enjoy it this go-around, he thought to himself as his eyes subtly flicked over to (Y/N) sitting beside him, but at least the company’s nice. In no time, their taxi came to a stop in front of a large and ornate building.
“Good afternoon, sir, madam.” The doorman greeted Jack and (Y/N) as they got out of their taxi, allowing them to step into the entryway before holding out his hand. “Your membership card, sir, if you please.”
“’Scuse me?”
“Once we verify your membership to the Special Forces Club, then we can provide you and your wife with accommodations.” The doorman patiently explained, his focus entirely on Jack as he spoke.
Jack’s jaw clenched in anger and he gestured to (Y/N) standing beside him. “She’s the one with the SFC membership, and we’re only here to visit the records room.”
Taking note of Jack’s barely-contained irritation at his assumptions, the doorman stammered out a hasty apology before turning to (Y/N) and examining the membership card in her hand; he felt (Y/N) rest a placating hand on his arm as she explained their visit’s purpose to the nervous-looking man and once he stepped aside to allow them in, Jack shot the doorman a hard glare and followed (Y/N) down the hall.
“We’re here for information, Flyboy, not to start a fight.” The codebreaker spoke lowly, giving him a sideways glance as they got into the elevator. “I think the records room is on the top floor…”
“How’s it you’re even a member of this club? Seems to me like it’s just a place for stuffed shirts to re-live their old war stories.”
The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth twitched. “Well, it sort of is; it was founded in 1945 on the order of the last Chief of the SOE, Major General Sir Colin Gubbins. It’s intended to be a meeting place for former SOE, OSS and other intelligence organizations in Canada, New Zealand and Australia, similar to an old fashioned gentleman’s club. It became more popular when the SOE was officially disbanded earlier last year.”
Jack furrowed his brow in confusion. “But why isn’t the SSR a part of this club? They’re a wartime intelligence organization, too.”
“The SFC doesn’t recognize them because they were created by the Allies to strictly combat Hydra, not the broader Axis Powers; in their eyes, the SSR’s too niche for them.” She shrugged noncommittally, giving him a lopsided grin as the elevator continued its travel. “Believe me, I had absolutely no desire to ever visit the SFC before our case; I don’t exactly fit in with the crowd here.”
“’Cause you’re a woman?”
“No,” The elevator stopped on the third floor and the doors opened, revealing a smoke-filled lounge and a handful of rowdy men clinking their glasses together. “Because I don’t derive any enjoyment from re-living my old war days.”
The boisterous group of men began filing into the small elevator, still chatting away and enjoying their drinks; so as to share the space, (Y/N) moved closer to Jack’s side and while the doors slid shut, he noticed a couple of the men glancing over at her with interest. A surge of protectiveness quickly came over him and he wrapped an arm around her waist before gently tugging her closer to his side, glaring at the ogling men from over the top of her hat. They seemed to get the hint, quickly throwing themselves into conversation as if the two of them weren’t there.
The elevator stopped on the eighth floor and the men filed out, silence filling the space as Jack and (Y/N) were left alone once again. With some reluctance, Jack removed his arm from her waist and adjusted the tilt of his fedora, using the action to hide the look of disappointment that was likely gracing his features. Shortly after, their elevator came to a stop on the top floor and the doors slid open to reveal the entrance of a records room.
Once (Y/N) showed the desk clerk her membership card, they were allowed into an enormous room lined with endless rows of metal filing cabinets and several long tables set in the middle. They hung their hats and coats up on a coat rack and exchanged a weary glance before setting out to find any more information, classified or otherwise, on Michael Carter’s activities during the war. If any place is going to have the answers to some of our questions about Peggy’s older brother it’s this one, Jack thought with a small sigh as he followed (Y/N) down a row of cabinets.
They searched for what felt like hours, walking up and down each row of metal filing cabinets and scanning their individual labeling cards. Jack entertained himself by whistling and discussing different films with his partner, having recently learned of her fondness for motion pictures. Their conversation soon shifted from listing off their favorites to comparing and contrasting the various films that had been shipped out to them during the war.
“Yankee Doodle Dandy was a good one, but I remember thinking that it was a little strange not seeing James Cagney playing a gangster.” (Y/N) flashed Jack a smile before examining the label of the cabinet beside her. “Did you ever see Buck Privates?”
“The Abbot and Costello flick? Nope, but I’ve heard of it; the Andrews Sisters are in it, aren’t they?” He rolled his eyes in amusement when she shrugged noncommittally. “I swear, Specs, I think you’re obsessed with those gals…”
“What, jealous that I have a better taste in music than you do, Flyboy? What about The Bells of Saint Mary’s? I’ve always loved Ingrid Bergman’s films, and Bing Crosby was excellent in it.”
Jack shoved his hands into his pockets and smirked. “That’s the one where the priest and the nun fall in love, right? Yeah, I think that was one of the last ones I saw before I shipped home.”
“You sure we watched the same film? They don’t fall in love, they gain a mutual respect for one another by the end.” (Y/N) shot him a befuddled glance as they turned down another aisle. “Hollywood wouldn’t dare produce a film where a priest and a nun have romantic feelings for one another, you know that.”
“Not explicitly, yeah, but there sure was a helluva lotta subtext in it.” He countered. “It’s like a modern-day Romeo and Juliet, except it’s the church and their devotion to it that keeps them apart, not their families.”
(Y/N) stopped and looked at him with a brow raised in challenge. “It sounds to me like you’re a fan of forbidden romances.”
Shrugging, Jack stared down at the codebreaker and smiled. “Well, they can be pretty fun sometimes; not knowing how or when it’ll end makes it all more interesting, Specs. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Sounds a little dangerous to me,” She quietly spoke, but her eyes never left his. “And there’s a lot to lose in romances like that.”
Jack, feeling himself leaning down a little closer to her, only grinned more at her words. “But there’s a whole lot more to be gained and besides…I like a little danger.” His eyes drifted away from hers to glance at her enticing lips and he realized that she was beginning to move closer as well. “(Y/N), I-”
“Well, if it isn’t (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”
He and (Y/N) hastily jumped apart, looking over at the dark-haired man standing at the end of the row; the man was classically handsome, with a chiseled jaw and bright green eyes, and he was smiling bemusedly as he strode over to them. Jack felt a pang of annoyance when he noticed the way the man was looking at the codebreaker beside him.
“There was talk that a female codebreaker was visiting the club this afternoon; I’d been hopin’ that it would be you, darlin’.” The man looked over at Jack and raised a curious brow. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Chief Thompson of the SSR.” Jack didn’t look, but he could tell by (Y/N)’s voice that she wasn’t happy to see the man either. “Chief Thompson, this is Calvin Huntington; he and I briefly worked together at the OSS during the war.”
“Good to meet you, Thompson!” Calvin shook his hand with a firm grasp, but his grin tightened a little as he continued. “I didn’t think your little wartime agency was still operational; I’m with the CIA, of course, stationed here in London. If you ever wanna move on from the SSR, I could always put in a good word for you.”
Smug son of a bitch, Jack thought to himself as he replied, “Thanks, but I’m happy with where I’m at. We both are, actually.”
(Y/N) stiffened beside him just as Calvin glanced over at her in surprise. “You’re with the SSR again, (Y/N)? That’s a shock, considerin’ what happened in-”
“I’m so sorry, Agent Huntington, but my partner and I are working a very time-sensitive case so if you’ll excuse us…” She hurriedly explained, not sounding sorry at all by her abruptness.
Calvin only grinned. “Of course, I’ll see you both later when you’re finished.” He turned to leave but stopped himself, looking back at (Y/N) with a flirtatious wink. “And it’s Cal, darlin’.”
Neither of them said anything until the sound of Calvin’s footsteps faded away, when (Y/N) groaned in frustration and rubbed at her temples. “Just my luck that I run into that bastard my first time back in England…”
“Who the hell was that guy?” Jack asked, still annoyed at the man’s obvious flirting. “He looked like he could’ve used a good sock to the jaw.”
The corner of her mouth twitched before she sighed. “I whole-heartedly agree; Huntington and I joined the OSS around the same time, and I learned pretty quickly that he was the type of guy who doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He asked me out on a date six different times before I was thankfully loaned out to the SSR; I thought I’d seen the last of him after that, but on one of our nights off I was at a pub with Peggy and he walked in. He cornered me near the restroom but before anything could happen, Bucky – Sergeant Barnes of the Howling Commandos – intervened and had him thrown out of the pub.”
“Sergeant Barnes, huh?”
“Yep. After that, he introduced me to Steve Rogers and once they found out I was an SSR codebreaker…” (Y/N) shrugged to herself as they continued their search. “If you think about it, then I guess I have Calvin Huntington to thank for my role as the personal codebreaker of the Howling Commandos.”
Jack nodded before furrowing his brow in confusion. “But what’d he mean when he said he was shocked to-?”
“Ah, here it is!” (Y/N) brushed past him and reached for the handle of a nearby filing cabinet, tugging the drawer open and beginning to flick through the various files. “Cadonwell, Callet…Carter.” He stood beside her as she pulled out three separate files labeled with the familiar surname and flicked through them. “This one’s on a guy named Albert L. Carter.” She handed it to Jack and he put it back in the filing cabinet. “This one looks like Peggy’s standard service record during the war.” Again, Jack returned it to its spot and turned back to her as she slipped on her reading glasses and began scanning the third and final file. “And this one…”
Jack furrowed his brow in concern when he took note of (Y/N)’s ashen face and widened eyes. “What? What’s it say?” Instead of answering, the codebreaker handed him the open file and he quickly began examining its contents; it was a chronicle of a classified SOE-led mission, starting near the end of 1940, and Jack soon realized (Y/N)’s shock when he read further down the page. “Carter was a double agent?!” He looked up at (Y/N) in surprise. “The SOE ordered him to infiltrate Hydra all the way back in 1940 and were the ones responsible for faking his death. But why?”
“The SSR wasn’t created by the Allies until 1941, so this could’ve been England’s first attempt at stopping Schmidt and the rest of Hydra before the U.S. officially entered the war.” (Y/N) reasoned, her brow knit together in concentration. “According to this file, every terrible thing Michael did during the war was on the orders of the SOE; he was forced to comply with Hydra’s demands to keep his cover and…but wait, the SOE doesn’t exist anymore as of last year. Why’s he still operating with the Secret Empire even after its dismantling?”
“Maybe he tried to get out, but the Secret Empire’s forcing him to stay somehow. Maybe Hydra discovered he was a double agent towards the end of the war and decided to experiment on him; whatever they did could’ve been enough to brainwash him into staying.” Jack shrugged, his eyes trailing further down to the bottom of the page, where someone had penciled in a random sequence of numbers and letters. “Dammit, not another code…”
(Y/N) sighed to herself and took off her reading glasses. “Yep, and there’s more. Smell the page.”
“’Scuse me?”
“The page, Flyboy. Give it a whiff.” A little confused, Jack leaned down and sniffed the page, instantly recoiling when the putrid smell hit his nose. “Urine’s one of the world’s oldest ways to write an invisible message.”
“All right, then,” Taking the file from her, Jack closed it and began walking back to where their hats and coats were hanging. “Time to go, Specs.”
The codebreaker hurried after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Thompson, what the hell are you doing?! We can’t just steal-!”
“We’re not stealing, we’re borrowing.” He briskly corrected, tucking the file into the back waistband of his slacks before putting on his fedora and coat. “‘Sides, the SOE never bothered telling the SSR about their undercover agent so why should we tell the old geezers here about our case?” Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed (Y/N) rolling her eyes in exasperation as she threw on her hat and coat. “You worry too much.”
That made the corner of her lips curl into a teasing half-smile. “Well, somebody’s got to have some common sense in this partnership and it sure as hell isn’t you…”
They thanked the desk clerk and got into the elevator, Jack walking with slow purpose and (Y/N) trying and failing not to let her hands nervously fidget too much. If it weren’t for that small tell she’d make a damn good spy, Jack thought with fondness as the elevator traveled downwards. Thankfully, the elevator’s journey was uninterrupted and in no time, its doors slid open to reveal the bottom floor. They walked down the hallway of the Special Forces Club and were almost to the front doors when a voice called out to them.
“Hey there, darlin’!” They turned and watched as Calvin Huntington strode towards them from one of the lounges; (Y/N) tensed beside Jack, and he felt his jaw tighten as the man’s eyes stared hungrily down at her. “I was hopin’ I’d catch you on your way out! Say, how ‘bout I take you out on the town tonight? You and I could re-live the good old days, if you know what I mean.”
“No, thank you, Agent Huntington.”
As they both began to walk away, Calvin’s hand shot out and grabbed (Y/N)’s upper arm. “C’mon, you look like you could use a little-”
“The lady said no, Huntington,” Jack stood taller as he glowered darkly at the man. “So I suggest you let her go. Now.”
Calvin dropped his hand to his side with a chuckle, but his green eyes narrowed as he exclaimed, “Well, I see that (Y/N) traded in her Sergeant for a Lieutenant Junior Grade!” Jack stiffened and Calvin’s smirk widened. “Yeah, I know who you are; I remember an MI5 buddy of mine tellin’ me all ‘bout the college friend who won himself a shiny medal in Okinawa before joinin’ the SSR. A little free advice, pal: even a big bad sailor like you couldn’t handle that dame and all her baggage-”
“Shut your goddamn mouth-”
“-‘Specially after that whole mess in Düsseldorf.”
Jack’s hands tightly curled into fists but before he could say or do anything, (Y/N) grabbed his arm and began tugging him towards the door. “Come on, Jack, he’s not worth it.”
He complied with her plea, turning towards the door as Calvin angrily called out, “Just thought I should warn a war hero like you ‘bout sleepin’ with a treasonous bitc-” The man didn’t get a chance to finish his insult, as Jack had spun back around and punched him square in the jaw; he immediately dropped to the floor, unconscious from the powerful hit.
As people began poking their heads out of the lounge, Jack glanced over at a stunned (Y/N). “Okay, let’s go.” He placed his sore hand on the small of her back as they left the building, his fury only rivaled by the feeling of satisfaction at successfully stealing the SOE file and decking the son of a bitch who’d insulted the woman he secretly loved.
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That evening, Jack was getting ready for bed when there was a quiet knock on his bedroom door. “Yeah?”
The door opened and (Y/N) entered; she was dressed in a set of floral satin pajamas, and there was a tentative expression on her face as she finally spoke. “The other night you offered to listen to me talk about my nightmare. Does…does that offer still stand?”
“Yeah, of course, but if you’re not ready to-”
“I’m ready.” Her eyes shone with determination and Jack nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed and carefully watching her as she moved to sit against the headboard. The codebreaker wrapped her arms around her knees and took a deep breath before continuing. “I was six when my father finally stopped using opiates and my baby brother was born. They named him Alfred (Y/L/N) the Third, but I called him Freddie; I should’ve been jealous that my parents cared more about him than me, since he was their only son and all, but I just couldn’t be. He was such a cheerful baby and when he got older, when he realized exactly how terrible our parents were, he started to idolize me.” (Y/N) smiled a little to herself. “I remember that when he was in fourth grade, he had to write a theme about his hero and he wrote about me. I was the one who taught him to play baseball and I helped tutor him, even when I was swamped with my own schoolwork. Freddie was one of the only ones who was excited to see me go to Stanford and then to Bletchley; he’d write to me, always eager to hear about my job and happy that I was doing something I enjoyed, but he also talked about wanting to join the Army. In 1943, he got his wish when he was drafted into the 222nd Infantry Regiment, and I quickly got a letter from my parents begging me to look out for him; I wrote back and promised that I would.”
Jack’s brow furrowed in concern as he watched her take another steadying breath. “You don’t have to force yourself to tell me the rest, (Y/N).”
His partner ignored his words, her eyes still trained on her knees as she continued. “About two weeks after Steve Rogers went missing over the Atlantic, the Howling Commandos were reassigned to assist with Operation Undertone, a part of the Allied Invasion of Germany; I went with them and decoded top-secret Nazi messages, which were mostly orders to abandon or destroy their factories and bases. Towards the end of March, I was given new orders to remain in Saarbrücken with the OSS and decode backlogged messages, since it was apparent that the operation was a success; I followed orders, but I also continued secretly decoding any messages related to Operation Undertone. That’s when I discovered a correspondence between two Nazi commanders, detailing plans to attack the 222nd Infantry Regiment when they arrived in Düsseldorf to liquidate its factories.” (Y/N)’s voice began to waiver as she continued. “By the time I decoded it, there was less than twelve hours until the scheduled attack and when I tried warning my superior officers…all those men told me that I was being hysterical and they wouldn’t listen; I even tried contacting Howard for help, but he was in the Atlantic personally overseeing the search for Steve’s remains and refused to leave. So, I defied orders, stole an Army Jeep and drove up to Düsseldorf myself…but I was too late; sixteen men died in an explosion at one of the city’s factories…including Freddie.”
“…(Y/N), that…that wasn’t your fault. You know that, right? You did everything you could to prevent it.”
She shrugged, looking over at him with tear-filled eyes. “Isn’t it, though? My commanding officers at the OSS blamed me for not trying hard enough to inform them about the attack, and they made it very clear that if I were a man, I would’ve been court-martialed for disobeying direct orders. My parents blamed me, too. When I shipped back home after the war, they slammed the front door in my face and haven’t spoken to me since. Suffice it to say, I know very well whose fault it was.”
Seeing the normally confident and self-assured codebreaker looking so broken made something within Jack snap. He moved so that he was sitting directly in front of her on the bed and held her gaze as he replied, “No, you don’t. You’re blaming yourself for something you had absolutely no control over. Those asshole commanding officers were the ones who didn’t listen to your warning and as for your parents, they never should’ve forced you to make a promise they knew you couldn’t keep.” (Y/N) remained silent, so Jack reached a hand out and rested it on one of her own. “The only way for you to go on is to quit taking responsibility for the actions of others.”
“…But what if I can’t?”
The corner of Jack’s mouth curved into a small smile. “You’re the smartest, most stubborn gal I’ve ever met, (Y/N). I don’t think there’s anything you couldn’t do once you’ve put that mind of yours to it.” She let out a watery laugh at that. “And I know that I’ve never met him but…but from the way you talked about him, I think that Freddie would agree with me.” Seeing fresh tears beginning to well in her eyes, Jack reached forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her close all through the night.
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A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! If you haven’t checked it out yet, I created a Spotify playlist for this series and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter.
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Chapter Seventeen
“Specs and the Flyboy” Masterlist
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Dull — Michael Corleone
masterlist. | michael corleone.
Pairing: Michael Corleone x fem!OC Tatiana van Doren
Plot: Tatiana and Michael have always been pushing each other’s buttons. One day, when confronting him about a deal that went south, their relationship takes a different path.
Warnings: cursing, sexual themes — choking, vaginal fingering, intercourse, unprotected sex, edging.
Word-count: 2,555
Kinktober: prompts —
• 4. begging
• 10. against the wall
• 11. hatesex
• 12. fingering
• 13. edging
• 32. choking
Author’s note: Wassup people!!! Sorry for taking so long to write something. I finally wrote something about one of my all-time favorite characters, who doesn’t have a big fandom but should. If you don’t know what The Godfather is about, all you need to know is that they’re gangsters and this man is perfect. This lovely piece I wrote alongside the most precious being on universe that’s @pacinorose! I love you so much and I can’t thank you enough for entering my life. I haven’t written smut in four years and this is my first attempt at it. This is also my 1st official post for kinktober. About the banner/gif: @littlefreya‘s inspired me to do one. The gif edition is mine, but I don’t know who the gif itself belongs to (let me know if you do). I really ope you all enjoy it! Also, not beta’d. xoxo
Tatiana van Doren was not a force to mess up with. The van Doren family and the Corleones had always been on each other’s bad side. Their mutual hatred transpassed the invisible strings of time and, all that despise, disdain and hostility towards each other carried on through generations and generations. It definitely hadn’t missed out on Tatiana van Doren and Michael Corleone, the oldest children to take over the two businesses.
Interaction between the two of them was always hard. The only exceptions were when both had to attend any kind of social gatherings, where they had to maintain politeness and grace. Usually, they were always at each other’s throats like cat and rat, always pushing each other’s buttons to nothing but pure and inexplicable rage. Michael always made Tatiana turn into an angry beast who wouldn’t keep quiet, and she did the same thing to him. He couldn't even recognize himself when he was around her. Michael always tried his best to suppress his emotions and stay indifferent, but with her, he just couldn’t do that. He brought out the worse in her, and she did the same to him.
So, that meant that business between them was nearly impossible. They'd joined forces against a common enemy and that involved mastering a hazardous business deal which included exchanging weapons imported from the docks. Of course, it hadn’t been easy to find something both agreed on.
“Miss van Do-”, Michael’s secretary started to speak, standing in a flash from his chair in a futile attempt to try and stop her.
Tatiana was on a warpath as she blasted through his office door and almost took it off its hinges. She didn’t give a damn about discretion and was ready to take out the revolver from her thigh holster and shoot any bastard that dared to stand in her way.
Michael’s eyes were wide from the action as he snapped his head up from his work. His eyes soon narrowed when he saw exactly who had interrupted him and caused such a scene. Her dark, doe-eyes no longer had that sparkle full of mischief and teasing. Instead, they held complete and utter anger as she pierced holes into him, her chest weaving up and down in an erratic rhythm.
“I tried to stop her, Mr Corleone. I’m sorr-,” his secretary started. Michael interrupted him putting his hand up, a gesture for him to be quiet before he silently dismissed him and he left both alone.
Michael took a deep breath and finally brought his eyes back to the brunette girl. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her day-to-day teasing and uncontrollable annoying mouth, that just wouldn’t close without spurting snarky comments about how he conducted his work.
“Do you not listen, princess?” he asked with a calm voice, his brow arching in question. He clenched his jaw so tightly he thought his teeth might crunch under the tension of his frustration, .
Tatiana’s face completely fell in disbelief at his audacity, and her eyes soared into his so intensely the Corleone almost took a step back. Him calling her like that made her blood boil, and he knew that.
“I’m sorry? I don’t fucking listen?!” the words started to violently fall from her lips, like bullets hitting their targets. “I told you not to move the contraband under a fucking full moon! We agreed on that! And what do you go and do?!” she asked, prodding her index finger towards him as she spoke. Her eyes were wild with fury as she looked at him.
While she did her small angry speech, Michael couldn’t help but notice how well that floral-print summer dress hugged her body, leaving little to the imagination. To his imagination, that would happily fill in the gaps late at night, both when he couldn’t sleep and when he’d dream of her. Of course, his dark desires were well hidden as he kept a stern look and averted his eyes back to his desk. He moved his hand to align a piece of paper that fell as he stood up to confront the intruder in his office, shrugging her comment off with an emotionless glance.
This only pissed her off more.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” she continued, striding in front of him so she'd force him to make eye contact. She was fuming. “My men could’ve been caught because of you. Because you’re so fucking dull.”
Her fast breathing matched his clenched body, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run right through her while he looked down into her eyes. He seemed to be staring right through her. They'd never been so close before and, by how he was staring at her, she couldn’t help but feel like a prey, about to be devoured by its predator.
“You’re a dull fucking bastard,” she mumbled, not even a bit intimidated by him.
He inhaled so quickly and sharply before he brought his hand up to her throat, she had no time to register what had happened. Tatiana winced as she felt the impact of her back hitting the wall, her eyes immediately locking onto his. She wasn’t surprised by his action. Instead, it surprised her with the effect it was having on her. Her body was tingling everywhere, sending shivers through her spine and sending a fire straight down to her core. The feeling of Michael’s strong hand clenched around her throat, not hurting but still strong enough to keep her in place, was doing more to her than she wanted to admit. That she would like to admit. He could squeeze the life out of her if he wanted to — the predator could easily devour his prey. But by the look on his eyes, she knew those weren’t his plans.
She gathered her posture back up, that mischievous glint that he so much hated returning to her eyes. Even though she wanted to be devoured by him, she couldn’t help the words coming out of her mouth.
“What are you going to do, Michael? Kill me,” she asked, her voice slower than usual, “or fuck me?” she rolled out the last words with the pop of her tongue, sounding almost like a purr.
Unsurprisingly, he slammed his lips down to hers, pressing her further against the wall, his hand still strong on her throat. Then, he pulled away abruptly as his hand loosened its grip around her neck, uncertainty making its way to his mind. As Tatiana slowly opened her eyes, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman on Earth at that moment, without the ice wall she had built around herself. He knew that doing what she did, she had to protect herself, but she was even prettier when she didn’t need to hear that mask. And she definitely didn’t have to wear it around him. Michael could see straight through her without any effort.
Tatiana could see his jaw clenching as she brought her hand to his neck, slowly dancing her fingertips over his skin. As they reached his face, her eyes repeatedly travelled from his lips to his eyes, which were following every single one of her movements with attention. His chocolate eyes softened at the look of longing in hers, but then it was gone as fast as it came as she smirked up at him. Her fingers finally reached his lips, tracing a line in them before moving her hand to the back of his neck and entwining in his soft hair as she stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to his, pulling him closer by the neck. It was slow and sensual, giving each other to explore that uncharted path that they had been longing to discover for a long time now. His hand left her throat and travelled down her back, while the other found the back of her neck. Their kiss got needier and hungrier by the second, the mutual desire finally coming to light after being repressed and ignored for so long. They kissed until both couldn’t breathe, pulling away and kissing again, letting their tongues dance together in a harmony they could only find in each other.
She could feel herself getting flushed, her skin hot, as if she could make fireworks explode every single time that sinful mouth of his made contact with her skin. He was kissing a path down her neck and her collarbone, quickly pulling down and exposing her breasts, begging for his attention. The shape of his erection pressed against her felt like hard marble, and it only made her even wetter than she already was, feeling her panties soaked.
A moan left her lips as his hot mouth sucked on her breast, and Michael felt his cock twitch in pain at that heavenly sound. He hadn’t even touched her where she needed him the most, but she was already a panting mess from his kisses alone. He knew he was going to leave marks on her body as he sucked, kissed and bit every piece of skin available to his reach.
Her heart skipped some beats as he started kneading on her thigh, her whole body tensing with expectation and anticipation as his hand went up slowly. She knew he was doing that on purpose — he wanted to torture her, and it was working. Michael finally found the hem of her underwear and stole the air out of her lungs when one of his fingers dipped down her cunt, meeting no restrain.
“So wet for me,” he whispered in her ear, watching carefully every reaction that crossed her beautiful face.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
Tatiana had to cling to his white shirt as his finger swiftly entered her, moans and sighs leaving her mouth as they pleased. Her eyes fluttered closed as he started moving up and down, his finger soon joined by another, while his other hand remained on the side of her head.
But his torture wasn’t going to end. When her heart started beating faster and her breathing got unstable, he slowed down, only to speed up again when her breathing went back to normal. Over and over and over again, lever letting her chase her high. He could see the eagerness and irritation on her face. The fact that she was entirely at his mercy and under his control only made him harder, if that was even possible.
“Michael…” she moaned. He could hear the exasperation in her voice.
“Yes, princess? he replied in a mocking tone, never stopping his movements.
He knew how impatient she was growing.
“I… I want you,” she admitted, making a smirk appear on the corner of his lips.
God, how ironic it was for the roles to be inverted.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific, darling,” he said, his hot breath against her neck.
“I want you,” she repeated, this time staring into his eyes. Her voice was nothing but a desperate plea. “Your cock, buried deep inside me. Please," she muttered, almost whining. "Please, fuck me. Please!”
Her raspy voice full of desire and need turned a switch inside of him. Having her beg for him was exactly what he wanted, and now he just couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her too, badly, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her. Pulling his fingers out, he held her by her thighs as he picked her up and placed her on his desk, throwing its contents to the floor and not giving a fuck about it.
Tatiana watched impatiently as he unbuckled his belt and finally released his cock, painfully hard. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as she wondered how it would feel on her mouth, against her tongue.
And then he thrust into her, and she felt like her brain had short-circuited and stopped working. Was she even alive? Was she breathing?
"Like this?" he asked, but she couldn’t even reply. "You like it when I fuck you like a whore?" his voice was almost aggressive, his hands holding tight on her hips where he knew would be purple tomorrow.
A breathy "yes" left her lips, followed by a series of moans that only made him even closer, feeling the way her velvet walls enveloped him with perfection.
"I bet,” she started to say, but a loud moan interrupted her, “you've… you’ve dreamed..." it was hard for her to finish her sentence, getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, "of this."
Even with his cock thrusting in and out of her and hitting every right angle, making her roll her eyes with bliss and see stars, she still managed to be snarky.
“All the fucking time," he growled back, and one of his hands found its way to her throat, squeezing lightly, testing the waters. His other hand was busy, rubbing circles in her clit that made her feel as if she was going to explode.
He knew he was in good waters when his name left her ajar lips in a scream, Tatiana shutting her eyes closed, overwhelmed with the pleasure building up inside of her. Quite satisfied with himself, he applied a lot more pressure around her neck, and he felt her getting tighter around him.
"Fucking you on my desk until you couldn't speak was all I wanted when you wouldn't shut up," he said, punctuating his last words with some particularly hard thrusts.
"Michael," she moaned, almost begged, and his name on her voice could've made him come alone. It could easily turn into one of his favourite sounds, and he could get used to hearing it all day long.
Well, he had fulfilled his goal — she was nothing but a moaning mess under him right now. She couldn’t form a sentence even if she wanted to, her brain simply wasn’t working. The only word that came out of her lips in-between moans and sighs at that moment, the only word she knew, was “Michael”, chanting his name like a prayer as if he was a god meant for her to praise.
He admired her as she threw her head back in complete bliss, her eyes clenched tightly and her mouth agape as the pleasure overtook her. Her hands were gripping the edges of his mahogany desk so firmly that her knuckles were turning white. No one could say this was the mighty, feared Tatiana van Doren, cheeks red and flushed, out of breath and eyes out of focus, her breasts exposed, spread out on his desk while he impaled her with his cock, each time sending her over the edge and into oblivion. To him, she had never looked prettier.
Michael was completely enthralled by her, mesmerized by the way she moved, her face, her expressions, the way she grasped his cock and made him see stars. It was as if she’d cast a spell on him, making him feel like no one had ever done before. Now that he finally had had a taste of her and her ferocity, he couldn’t let her go anymore. He couldn’t even understand how he’d gone so long without her, but now he knew he definitely couldn’t keep on without her.
Who would have imagined all it’d take to tame a beast was another beast?
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Stopping You [Part 2] - Michael Gray
Words: 3.261 words
Type: Angst
Warnings: Swearing. Probable misspelling. Some big hatred towards the characters Michael and Gina. There will be scenes of the show in here, but also some made up (this applies to all parts of this future story). No race of the reader is mentioned (therefore, anyone can read this as themselves). Female Reader. (Season 5 Spoilers)
In this particular chapter: Mentions of domestic abuse/violence. Mentions of blood and slight self harm. Mentions of fire arms.
[Series Masterlist]
A/N: Gif’s not mine :)
You drink the last drop of orange juice from your cup when Polly walks in the kitchen.
“Are you meeting us at the Garrison?” She asks you, and you turn around to wash your cup in the sink.
“Yeah” You answer before turning around, “But I’m most likely to be late” You announce, gaining a glare from Polly.
“Y/N” Polly says with a scolding tone.
“It’s not on purpose, I swear”
You dry your hands on the kitchen cloth and walk over to Polly, kissing her on the cheek.
“I have to deal with something first, but let’s be honest here” You start making Polly look at you in the eyes, “It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it”
Polly scoffs while rolling your eyes at you and you smile at her annoyance. She smacks your arm slightly and tries to bite in her smile.
Why do you always make her laugh when she’s not supposed to?
“I’ll see you at the Garrison” You announce while she walks behind the kitchen counter, probably to find something to eat, “Love ya”
You walk out of the kitchen as the words sound off your mouth and Polly answers back, and you’re quick to grab your keys and jacket, before walking out of the big house.
Your heels click in the pavement and you slide your arms into the expensive jacket, before getting in your car and starting it.
(…)
A rather bumpy ride later, you turn off the engine and walk out of the car, staring at the old but homey-looking house. You walk slowly through the rocky and uneven ground and try to get closer to the front door as fast as you could with heels.
As you do, you knock on the wood of the door and adjust your jacket around your waist, hiding better the gun in your waist.
The door opens in a matter of seconds and the lady you talked to yesterday, stares at you.
“Good morning” You say with a small smile.
“Good morning miss” The lady answer with a shaky voice, making you tense up.
“Did anyone come by your house yesterday?” You question and the lady quickly nods, “And what did they say?”
As the scared lady was about to open her mouth and talk, a man, rather larger than you, appears behind her with a child on his hip. The child looked just like the woman in front of you, and he was around 5 years old.
“How can we help you?” The man asks and the lady jumps slightly, not expecting to hear his voice.
“I’m here to talk to your wife” You say with a fake smile, “Sir” You add while looking at him up and down.
“I’m sure she doesn’t know you” He answers back ready to close the door on your face, but you stop it with your healed foot as soon as he does it.
“Oh, she does. But I’m sure a conversation with you will just be as great”
You invite yourself in with that and the couple looks at you in shock.
You look around the hallway and admire the family pictures hanging on the walls and also placed on top of various types of furniture.
“Why don’t we take the children to their bedrooms?” You ask when noticing two more boys peeking out from an open door at the end of the hallway.
You take your eyes out of the children to look at the man, who doesn’t move.
“What? You don’t want to do it?” You ask and you can tell that angered the man in front you further.
“You don’t give orders in my house” He says, and you smirk.
“Sure” You say while moving your jacket back around your waist, showing him your pistol.
The man’s eyes widen, and you continue to smirk at him as he is quick to give his child to his wife. The woman, without hesitating takes the child from his arms and puts him on the ground, ready to walk away from you with him.
“I’ll go talk to you in a second” You tell her, and she nods before looking back at the ground and walking off to safety.
The man stares at you as you two wait for the bedroom door to close and as it does, you look up at the man.
“A man came here to speak to you yesterday, am I right?” You say, picking up a framed picture of the three boys.
“Yes, he said he was a Peaky” The man says while crossing his arms.
“Guess we have that in common” You add just to let a little more of your venom flow in his system, “What did you discuss about?”
“Something about me hitting my wife” He says, scoffing at his words.
“Is that funny to you?” You ask, making the man lose his smile, “Reality must be hilarious, but I just keep on not catching its joke”
The man opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him.
“I’m here to give you a warning” You say while playing with your jacket sleeves, “Regarding the abuse-”
“There’s no abu-”
“Didn’t ask” You say, looking up, “Like I was saying” You continue, leaning back on the small wardrobe beside you. “This is warning. I’ve seen and heard enough to believe what has been happening between you and your wife. I’ll be having men checking on her on a daily basis-”
“Your men can’t trespass-”
“Interrupt me one more fucking time” You say with a low tone and clenched teeth.
The man was about to open his mouth and you take the gun off your waist, clicking the safety off.
“If there’s anything broken in this house, new bruises on her, or even a shout towards her while I’m away” You start, “I’ll be making a new visit, and it won’t be this pretty” You say with a fake smile.
The man stays silent and you’re quick to notice him reach something behind him, you aim at his head.
“Try to reach further and I’ll put a bullet through your fucking head” You warn, and his arm continues to move.
“You’re a-”
You fire at the ceiling above his head and he jumps and shakes at the loud noise. He looks up to notice the hole in the wood, and when he looks back at you, you continue to look at him with your head slightly tilted to the side with a smirk.
“This is going to be fun” You whisper as your smirk grows into a smile as shivers run through the man’s back.
(…)
You slide your arms back in the expensive jacket and walk out of the car. You’re late, as expected.
The man took his warning seriously and you also offered to pay for the damage done to the ceiling when checking for new bruises on the man’s wife, who kept on constantly thanking you.
You put your gun back in your waist, since it was previously thrown to your passenger seat by you a few minutes back, and reality starts to sink into your mind. You’re going to see him.
You put your hair back and walk to the Garrison’s doors, already expecting the worse. As you swing them open, all of their heads turn to you.
“Excuse my absence” You say while looking at Tommy, who gives you a small nod.
Your heels sound on the old wooden flooring and you walk over to Polly.
“How did it go?” She whispers to you, grabbing your hand; she was notified by Tommy about what you were doing when she got here.
“Normal” You say before giving her hand a squeeze, “It always takes a bullet to make them listen” You whisper, and she smiles at your words.
Michael’s blue eyes are focused on you as you smile at his mother. You look different. Your walk screams confidence and your sweet expression is now gone, replaced by the resting bitch face this whole family seems to own.
You walk around to stand next to Tommy and you look over at Michael, not saying a word, hoping that your expression reads as much frustration as you feel.
You can’t help but admire how much he’s changed. He looks older. More stressed. Richer too. But that might be because of his beige suit. Which funny enough, matches the fur in blondie’s jacket.
Your heart is starting to speed up as Michael’s eyes continue focused on you and old memories start to come in slowly.
He’s here. The person you prayed to call you back for that whole time is finally here.
“Y/N” Michael starts before clearing his throat. His name even sounds and feels foreign to his lips, “I would like to introduce you to my future wife” He says before looking at Gina, “Gina”
His eyes go back to you as if he is expecting a reaction, and so do Tommy’s, Arthur’s and Polly’s. But the only thing they all got was a short nod and a look of disinterest.
“Y/N, sweetheart” Polly starts, “Before we start. Why don’t you put your gun behind the counter, like everyone else?”
You look at her in confusion and then look back at the grown men beside you. Oh, they did it too.
You pull the pistol from your holster and put it next to Arthur’s, which seemed to be with no bullets left. What in the hell- Oh wait, they’re in the ground... For some reason.
Arthur hides his smirk regarding Michael, which is still expecting a reaction from you. You turn back around and take a seat in one of the highchairs.
“Sit down Michael” Tommy says, standing beside you, to the man that seems to not be able to take his eyes off you.
“I betrayed you” Michael starts, looking at his cousin, but not following his order, “But only in my heart. There was a time,” he continues, and Polly takes a seat in one of the tables. “In America. There was a lot of money in that bank…”
As Michael continues his speech to Tommy, your mind drifts off. You start taking a good look at Gina, which is looking at Tommy as if she saw a ghost. She is the opposite of you. Or at least, the old you. You never had perfect styled hair; it was beautiful as it moved wildly in the wind. You didn’t wear expensive clothing, whatever looked good with your skin color was enough. And her expression, the constant glare, the puckered lips, her chin up. Everything was different. There is no visible softness in Gina, she looked hard as a rock.
Bad thing you’re tougher.
“I told you to sit down, Michael” Tommy says, making you take your eyes off Gina. “Now tell me, what happened on that ship in Belfast harbor”
As Michael starts to explain the witness story and how the certain whiskey men became Scotch men who said Tom’s name. You heard every word in silence, not reacting until you heard the group’s name, Billy boys.
You take a deep breath as Arthur starts to explain to Michael who they really are, and that reaction took interest in Gina. Her eyes went over to you as she leaned back on the pole. You surely were a Peaky, but she’s uncertain about you being a Shelby.
“But you did no deal, Michael?” Polly asks, “You didn’t even know who they were?”
“I was too busy looking forward to giving you the good news” Michael answers, “The reason Gina and I got engaged on the ship was because we think she’s pregnant”
Your jaw clenches as Michael grabs Gina’s hand and you look over at Polly.
“You will probably be a grandmother” Michael announces to his mother.
Polly looks over to you quickly and you shake your head slightly as if you didn’t want to listen to any more of what was going on.
Your heart as finally calmed down, maybe it was over the shock of his words. Your ears are ringing, and the sound became muffled as Tommy started to talk.
“Okay, Michael. I believe you. Welcome home. Congratulations” Tommy says with the most monotone voice of all time, making you force yourself back to normal, “Just remember…” He continues as Michael lowers his gaze as if he was taking in the congratulations, “Your possible unborn child has witnessed what you said. And will be born according to-”
Michael jumps out of his chair while shouting “You fuck” to his cousin and you and Arthur are quick to defend him. You stood up and took a step forward as Arthur held his cousin back.
“Where the fuck are you going, hm? Are you mad, hmm?”
Michael glares at Tommy as if the words keep on replaying on his head and Gina continues to stare at you. You stared at Michael as if you’re bored at his outraged, or even as if he was overreacting.
When in reality, you couldn’t care less about what Tommy was about to say, your mind in too occupied.
“You are free to fucking leave, Michael” Arthur reminds his cousin.
“Fucking bastard” Michael curses.
“But you are not really free, Michael, are you?” Tommy says, with his relaxed tone, “You lost this company a lot of money. I told you to sell… But you held on. And now I want you to pay me back what you owe me. There is work you can do, there are risks you can take. We were close before. Now I want you closer still”
You bite your smirk as you know that the words were branded into Michael’s skull, annoying him further. He was boiling with anger and you just had to love the sight.
Gina sighs when noticing your amusement and leans forward to take a step closer to Michael.
“Michael, honey” She says with her whispery voice and Michael looks away from Tommy acting like her voice had calmed him. He stared back at you for a second. “Look at your cousin”
The couple looks at Tommy, who continued to seem unfazed with all of her and Michael’s words.
“He’s in trouble, uh?” Gina continues, “He needs you”
There is a silence between all of us as she takes a look at her fiancé.
You lean back on the bar as she continues to make Michael look at Tommy.
“Come on, baby, let’s go” Gina says, her hands letting go of his shoulder to grab his hand and pull him away from the commotion and the glares.
Gina’s thick heels sound on the floor loudly and you notice that you’re biting the inside of your cheek. You open your mouth slightly and the metallic taste, comes to your tongue.
The door opens as they step out and Polly continues to glare at Tommy, while walking around the table and grabbing her things.
You two are in different sides of this argument but there’s no hard feelings between you two, and the both of you know it. You just disagree right now. Nothing will change tonight’s plans for your late-night-wine-drinking conversation.
She walks out as well, and you pull your gun from behind the counter before putting it back on your holster.
“Grab three cups, love” Tommy tells you and walk around the bar to grab three clean cups which were next to the sink.
You walk back and put them down at the table, where Arthur turns a chair around for you to sit. You thank him while taking the seat and Tommy serves everyone a even amount of whiskey.
“Mad dog Jimmy. Coming south” Arthur says, remembering the important things of this conversation before the big argument had happened.
You sip your drink and lean back on the chair as it burns the bloody wound of your right cheek. You let it sit there, in your mouth, coming to terms of it.
There is way more pain to come. Might as well start to practice loving it.
(…)
On that same day, Michael sat with Gina at the dinner table of the hotel. Both of them silently eating their meals as today’s meeting replayed of both of their minds.
“Who was that girl?” Gina asks while eating a small bit of green beans.
“Who are we talking about exactly?” Michael asks while smiling at his fiancé, who didn’t smile back.
“The girl at the meeting. Who was she?” She says, now grabbing her tall glass to sip into the expensive wine.
“Her name is Y/N. A poor girl, when I met her” Michael says, looking down at his plate.
“Friends with the Shelby’s?” She asks, interested in getting more information, leaning back into her chair.
“More like having parents who have been loyal to the Shelby’s” Michael corrects her.
“Who are they?”
“Her parents?” Michael asks before sipping his drink slowly, it’s getting too hot in this room.
Gina nods.
“Nobodies” He admits while shrugging making his fiancé smile, “It’s true, they never had money; used to sell fruit at a local shop. And now- From what I know of, no one knows where they are”
“She’s a peaky blinder now?”
“From the looks of it”
Gina takes another sip of her wine.
“You seemed surprised when you saw her”
“Last time I saw her, she was nowhere close to being one”
“Why? Too soft?” Gina says as if she was saying something ridiculous, sharing a laugh.
“Yeah, actually. She was this sweet and loving girl when I left” He adds and then looks back at the ground as if memories attacked him as the words left his mouth.
Gina caught it.
“What was she to you?” She asks, putting down her now empty glass back on the table, but Michael doesn’t respond. “Michael?” He looks back up at her, “What was she to you?”
Michael shrugs while smoothly cleaning to sweat on his forehead.
“We were just friends”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Gina” Michael says before scoffing and taking another sip of his freezing cold whiskey.
There is a silence between the two as your face showed up in Gina’s mind.
“She didn’t seem to like me” Gina says before grabbing her fork and knife once more.
“Yeah, I know” Michael says, deep in thought.
As Gina’s attention changed back to her meal, Michael’s stayed on the ground and in today’s events. You were surely different. Attitude was the most prominent change. You radiate confidence and power instead of love and admiration. You don’t look at him the same. It’s almost as if you truly despised him but at the same time didn’t care for his existence. And that, in some way, hurt him.
He never expected you to welcome him with open arms. He did what he did, and he doesn’t regret it. Not yet at least. What he did had to be done. Maybe this is just a big excuse, but he couldn’t concentrate when you were constantly worrying about him. You even made him worry about himself.
He loved you. Just like you loved him. He also doesn’t hate you now, while you… well, that can be discussed.
But the intriguing part of all of this is that even after this whole time of not talking, you still find a way to interest him, still make his gaze stick to you, make his heart speed up and make his mind occupied with old memories. And all of that when he’s standing right next to his soon-to-be-wife.
He is fucked.
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What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪
This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.
Bring forth the bop~
RZ Michael Myers
"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot
I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.
He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.
The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.
Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.
This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.
He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.
Freddy Krueger
"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC
Freddy listens to classic rock, period.
This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.
He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.
As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.
Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.
(Basic bitch)
*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*
OG Michael Myers
He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.
Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.
Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.
I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)
#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie
#RetirementGoals
He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.
Bubba Sawyer
Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.
Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't
Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.
Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.
But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*
He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.
50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.
*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*
I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.
Thomas Hewitt
"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse
Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.
siKE
(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)
Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)
He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.
Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.
The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.
He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.
Tommy is emotional boi 🥺
Brahms Heelshire
C l a s s i c a l
No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.
Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)
But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.
*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*
(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)
Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.
Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.
"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"
*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*
Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)
Vincent Sinclair
He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.
I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.
*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*
You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)
I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.
On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.
Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.
He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*
*KI KI KI MA MA MA*
Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.
*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*
A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.
Bo Sinclair
"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold
Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)
Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.
He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.
Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.
A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)
He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.
Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.
He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.
Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.
He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.
Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.
Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊
I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷♀️
Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗
---Zali 🖤
#i dont fucking know how to tumblr y'all#there ya go#slasher#slashers#slasher fluff#slasher headcanons#rz michael myers#michael myers#freddy krüger#freddy krueger#bubba sawyer#the texas chainsaw massacre#tcm#thomas hewitt#leatherface#tcm 2006#tcm 2003#tcm 1974#brahms heelshire#brahms the boy#the boy#Halloween#vincent sinclair#bo sinclair#house of wax#house of wax 2005
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come home | ch
a/n: I was hoping to make this longer but it kind of just wrote itself and it seemed like a good place to end off. Also if anyone would want me to make a tag list let me know! <3
word count: 3.0k+
pairing(s): calum x girlfriend!reader
warning(s): fluff
Tour had been long. Four months of constant go-go-going, always on the road and never taking a break. The most rest Calum had gotten was four hours of sleep a night, if he was lucky. Calum loved touring and he loved playing for the fans—he owed it to them. They gave him everything, and he was beyond grateful for all he was blessed with. But sometimes he hated the constant push that was being in the band. There was never a dull moment and sometimes that’s all he wanted. Four months was nothing compared to the countless hours he and the boys put into making the fourth record, so he shouldn’t be complaining, but in reality, all that Calum wanted was to be home, to work and lead a normal life instead of the fast paced lifestyle he lived now.
The last day of tour approached quicker than Calum expected, but he was more than happy to step off the stage after playing the final chords of Youngblood. The band wasted no time getting out of the venue and making their way to the airport—everyone knew how tired they were and how badly they all craved the comfort of their own homes, but no one more than Calum. This tour had exhausted him more than any other, and he wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was because, this time, he had someone waiting at home for him. Usually he didn’t want tour to end, he wanted to bask in the feeling of being on stage accompanied by his best friends, playing his favourite songs for his favourite people. But since the morning he left, having gotten up unbearably early and trying his best to keep quiet so he wouldn’t wake Y/N, his girlfriend of eleven months who looked adorable curled up in his bed sheets and wearing nothing but his t-shirt, the constant reminder that he had someone to go home to panged his chest. With each note he played on stage and each step he took in unfamiliar territory, Calum missed Y/N a little more. He’d never felt so strongly about someone before meeting her—the two of them had already had that conversation, talking about how much the other meant to them even if they’d been together less than a year, but the thought only buried itself deeper in Calum’s chest while he traveled the world, alone.
Okay, maybe he was being a bit dramatic—whenever the other boys had to leave for tour, they were never dragged down this much. Sure, the first couple of days were rough and Calum saw from an outside perspective just how hard it could be on someone, but usually the boys would get used to the feeling of being away from their significant others and would focus on the matter at hand. Calum had a hard time doing that—maybe it was because this was the first real relationship he was in while being on a tour. He just didn’t have experience. Maybe he’d get used to it.
If that was the case, Calum couldn’t wait. This was, quite honestly, one of the worst pains he’d ever felt, and he’d give anything to be numb to it.
“Cal, you want anything?”
The Maori boy was dragged from his thoughts as he glanced up from his phone, laying eyes on Luke who sat next to him on the plane. It was obvious that he was waiting for a response, and Calum lifted his eyes to the flight attendant who stood patiently at their row. He cleared his throat, nodding as he muttered, “I’ll take a scotch, thanks.” Flying first class had its perks. Maybe a drink would replace the cold, empty feeling sat in his heart, a void shaped just for Y/N. Calum wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait to see her.
“Scotch this early in the morning? Sheesh.” Luke teased, which obviously Calum wasn’t too fond of as the darker skinned boy only rolled his eyes and directed his attention elsewhere.
In an attempt to distract himself, Calum pulled back out his phone from the pocket of his hoodie and flipped it over, turning on the device. His eyes dropped to the backdrop displayed on his screen, and Calum swore he could feel his heart literally stop beating for a moment. It wasn’t new, the picture, and he’d seen it a million times since he’d made it his lockscreen last year. But every time he saw it, he smiled. Who knew a simple photo, one that he’d taken by accident, truthfully, could change his entire mood? The picture was of Y/N and Duke. Y/N’s head was on Calum’s chest as they were laying on the couch, the first day she moved in. Duke was curled up on Y/N’s chest in the picture, his nose buried in her neck while she tilted her head back, looking up at Calum and grinning ear-to-ear. The photo was taken from above, Calum holding his arm up above them. To be honest, he didn’t mean to take the photo—he was going through Snapchat and had swiped over by accident, his thumb brushing across the button on the bottom of the screen. The picture was a complete accident, and it was kind of obvious by the blur it was taken in, but he loved the photo dearly. It’d been his lock screen since that day. And every day he saw it and smiled.
“Cal.” The boy was pulled out of his thoughts again as Luke nudged his arm, and Calum looked up before grabbing the cup that was being passed to him. He thanked the flight attendant before taking a sip and feeling the liquid burn down his throat—a familiar taste that Calum welcomed comfortably.
The rest of the flight passed quickly, and the buzz that Calum nursed from his two glasses of scotch generously helped pass the time. In no time, Calum was stepping off the plane and onto familiar ground, taking a well-needed breath of fresh air as he followed behind his tour manager and band mates. Calum’s heart race quickened when he read the familiar Welcome to Los Angeles sign as they stepped into the airport, and an excited smile crept across his lips. Quickly, Calum pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the sign, sending it to his girlfriend along with a message that read: ‘See u soon love :))’
After collecting their baggage, the group made their way towards the exit, where a black SUV was parked waiting for them, accompanied by a frenzy of photographers and media reporters. Calum flipped the hood of his sweater over his head and directed his attention to the ground while they stepped outside. Their tour manager and two bodyguards did a good enough job holding the paparazzi back while the boys climbed into the car, ignoring the many questions being fired at them. Once they were all securely inside and their baggage was packed into the trunk, the car took off.
“Fuck, mate.” Ashton was the first to speak up. “I can’t remember the last time I went to an airport without getting mobbed.”
A few of the boys nodded in agreement or gave responses while Calum only stayed silent. He had his sunglasses over his eyes and his beanie covering his brown curls, the hood of his black sweater over his head while he leaned his head against the car window. Calum drowned out the sound of the boys chatting and instead focused on the song that was playing through his earbuds while they pulled onto the freeway. It was midday, around 1 pm, so traffic flow was light for the city. Each boy got dropped off at their separate homes, Michael first and then Ashton.
When they pulled up to Calum’s house, he said goodbye to Luke before climbing out of the car and shrugging his backpack over his shoulders. Their driver was getting Calum’s bag out of the trunk so Calum waited, looking up at his home and smiling before he was pulled from his trance.
“Calum?”
That familiar voice had Calum’s stomach in knots as his gaze followed the words. Jogging up the street was Y/N, dressed in her usual athletic wear that consisted of matching grey leggings and a sports bra with Nike sneakers, her hair pulled into a ponytail away from her face which was bare and free of makeup. She held a leash in her hand which belonged to Duke, who bolted towards his owner as fast as his little legs could take him. The smile on Calum’s face was the brightest it’d been as he dropped to his knees, letting his fingers run through the dog’s fur and rub his belly when the little ball of black and tan fur rolled over.
“Hey, buddy! How are you?” Calum talked in that voice that he always talked in when he was around Duke while his hands worked over the dog. Duke yapped excitedly as the 10 year old dog rolled on his back, and Calum shifted his gaze up, bringing a hand to shield his eyes from the sun despite his sunglasses on his face.
Y/N had seemingly let Duke off his leash for the occasion as she had it now wrapped around her hand, making her way over to her boys at a slow pace. Her lips curled up into a smile as her eyes laid on Calum, and when he stood back up straight, she burst into a sprint towards him much like Duke had done moments earlier. Launching herself at Calum, Y/N wrapped her arms around the boy as he did the same around her waist, and the older of the two spun her around, lifting her feet off the ground before setting her down, still squeezing her tight. He never wanted to let go of her; never wanted to feel that feeling of being away from her for so long.
“God, I missed you.” Calum’s voice was muffled as his face was buried in the crook of Y/N’s neck, breathing in her scent while he held her close. He felt her giggle, the sound vibrating through his body while she returned the words, squeezing him a little tighter. A throat was cleared and unfortunately, Calum had to pull away.
Calum glanced up, seeing his driver set his suitcase down on the gravel. “Thanks, Milo.” Calum unraveled himself from his girlfriend’s hold, walking over to grab his suitcase while one of the back windows of the car rolled down and Luke popped his head outside.
“Hi, Y/N.” Luke leaned halfway out of the vehicle, crossing his arms and leaning against the door as he smiled at the girl who stood with a dog in her arms. Y/N smiled back.
“Hi, Luke. How was tour?”
“Good, good. How was home?”
“Good.” Calum watched as the two conversed, his eyes never straying from Y/N as she smiled or giggled at what the blond had to say. Unfortunately the car started back up again and they were forced to say goodbye. “I’ll see you later, Luke. Tell Sierra I say hi!” The car was gone as quick as it came, and then Calum was pulling Y/N into his arms again, forcing her to put Duke back down on the ground.
“I missed you so much,” Calum said, his voice a lot clearer this time as he rested his chin atop Y/N’s head. She hummed, burying her face into his chest and squeezing him tight, her arms around his torso while Calum’s were slung over her shoulders. They stood like that awhile, basking in each other’s proximity while Duke nudged against their feet. Calum was the one to pull away, a hand coming to rest on the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. “Let’s go inside before Duke gets impatient.”
“I think he already is.”
Calum looked down to see the small dog getting up, stretching a bit before strutting towards the gate and pawing at it. The Maori boy chuckled, shaking his head as he rolled his suitcase down the driveway and watched as Y/N typed in the code on the padlock to open the gate.
***
Calum was startled awake by a disturbing alarm, one that didn’t belong to him but he reached over to turn off anyway. His eyes were half shut, squinting through the sunlight that shone into the bedroom, as his hand searched blindly for the source of the noise. Finally he found it, lifting the phone up slightly so he could see and hitting snooze, postponing the alarm for ten more minutes. As Calum set the phone back down and rolled over to hopefully fall back asleep, his arm lazily draped over the body next to his. The mindless action sent a smile across Y/N’s face as he tugged her closer to him, half of her face becoming buried in Calum’s bare chest as he let out some sort of half asleep grunt.
“Morning, sleepy head.” Y/N’s voice was like music to his ears as Calum opened his eyes again, squinting down at her. The blue irises that belonged to his girlfriend blinked up at him, a smile playing on her lips as he groaned yet again, rolling onto his back and lifting an arm over his eyes. “That was my alarm you just turned off.”
“Mm. . . good.”
Y/N sat up, letting the white sheets fall around her torso as she stretched her arms, yawning and rubbing her eyes before moving to climb out of bed. Calum, having watched the whole routine through tired, hooded eyes, whined and reached out to grab her hips and pull her back into bed. The girl squealed, falling into Calum’s chest as he laughed lowly and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close to him as he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.
“10 more minutes, baby,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and raspy as he spoke into her warm skin. Y/N shifted his body so he was laying over top of her, both hands on the mattress to hold him up, and she grinned, batting her long eyelashes up at him. Calum couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked. Deep sunken eyes from the sleep she’d only just woken up from, soft lips that he so badly wanted to kiss—that he’d kissed countless times the night before. The smirk that her lips folded into had Calum’s stomach in knots as he bent down and covered her lips with his, slanting them over hers as they worked against each other. It wasn’t until Calum’s tongue swiped at the seam of her lips and pushed its way inside to meet her’s that Y/N pulled away.
“I need to get ready for work, Calum.” Her hands stayed tangled in his curls while she darted her eyes between his, a firm look in her eyes. His lips parted, a sigh escaping as his eyebrows furrowed together—he probably wouldn’t win this one, no matter how much cheeky flirting he could try. Y/N lifted a hand to cup his cheek, running her fingers over his stubble as she mused, “Just because your work is over momentarily doesn’t mean mine is as well.”
“I know.” Calum pouted like a child, his eyes studying her face, the structure of it and the chisel of her sharp cheekbones. He sighed again. “Just wish it did.”
“Spend some quality time with your son,” Y/N said, gesturing to the dog that lay at the foot of their bed, only inches away from where Calum’s legs were tangled with Y/N’s. With a raise of her eyebrows, Y/N smiled. “Take him for a run. It’ll be good for the both of you.”
Calum hummed, dropping to his elbows to give his wrists a break, and stared into Y/N’s eyes. He could get lost in them, and Calum often compared them to the ocean considering how blue they were. He tore his gaze away, glancing out the window to see the sun shining brightly and the few trees he could see greener than ever. “It’s quite nice out.”
“Mhm.” Y/N’s fingers were playing with his curls, tugging lightly at the strands while attempting to comb them out from their tangled, sleep-provoked mess. Calum felt her gaze on him, and only confirmed it when he turned his head back to Y/N and met her eyes instantly. “Really wish I didn’t have to work today,” she mumbled, a slight frown threatening the corners of her lips.
“Call in sick,” Calum suggested. His words were playful but his tone was serious as he lifted a hand to brush some hair away from Y/N’s face. She rolled her eyes, a light scoff escaping her lips when she realized he was serious.
“I can’t, Cal.”
“Why not? Am I not important to you?” He teased her again, leaning over to rest his cheek on his palm while one knee kept Calum hovering over top of the girl, the other leg tangled with hers underneath the sheets. Y/N lifted one leg, wrapping it around the backs of his thighs as she hummed, locking her ankles together.
“You know what I mean.” She glanced over to her phone on the nightstand. Then, after a few moments of silence, she looked back at Calum. “Okay, fine.”
“Really?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Yeah. I haven’t used any of my vacation days yet.” Y/N shifted to grab her phone, laying back down under Calum as she opened her phone. He rested beside her now, head on the pillow while the calloused fingers on his right hand drew small circles on her hip bone soothingly. The action was mindless but appreciated nonetheless. “And. . . done.” Y/N sent the text, reaching over to set her phone back down before glancing over at Calum with a smile on her face. “I’m all yours.”
Smirking, Calum raised his eyebrows cockily. “Oh, I know you are,” he taunted, making the girl scoff incredulously before she was tugged on top of him with a squeal.
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his irish girl
pairing: michael gray x irish!reader (requested by: @amouremes)
summary: there to support your cousin at her wedding, you catch the eye of a certain michael gray and share a wonderful evening
warnings: none
words: 2245
a/n: this request took me longer to get out than I would have liked, but I really love the finished product, so thank you for being patient! michael gray is just wonderful and I love writing for him! as always, I hope you enjoy the stay, and please stay safe and have a fabulous day!!
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The church was beautifully decorated as you sat among your family, waiting for the bride to show and the ceremony to start. As you glanced around, the one thing that stood out the most was the difference between the bride’s side of the church and the groom’s side. While you and your family sat stoic and serious, just across the aisle Thomas’ family was full of life, and it was obvious that the Shelby’s certainly knew how to party.
There was a moment of jealousy that consumed you as you watched the family interact with one another. While you loved Grace and your family – for the most part – you wished they would lighten up every once in a while, especially in that moment. You were at a wedding for heaven’s sake. Even if your family didn’t approve of Grace’s second marriage, no one could doubt the love that Thomas had for her simply by the nerves he exuded just waiting for her. To find love was a celebration in itself.
One person in particular caught your eye from the Shelby side of the church. His dark hair and blue eyes captivated you and when he smiled you couldn’t help but mirror his mannerism. To seem even more captivating in your eyes, he happily swung a child (whom you assumed must have been a cousin) around. Once he passed the child to the woman next to him, he glanced in your direction and caught your eye. Embarrassed, you quickly looked away, though not before you caught the wink and smile he sent your way.
Before you could dwell on it anymore, the choir boys’ voices and church organ filled the hall and your cousin came into view, adorned in a beautiful lilac gown and a heavy, matching veil that covered her face. While all eyes were turned on the bride, you glanced back to the groom and smiled at the pure adoration he looked at Grace with. The two of them deserved each other, and you couldn’t be happier for your cousin.
As the ceremony progressed, you found yourself looking towards the mystery man from before, but you made sure not to make direct eye contact again. When Thomas and Grace were pronounced husband and wife, the other side of the church cheered and whooped wildly to show their approval. Your family, however, politely clapped, though some looked disgusted at the display from the Shelby’s.
In an act of defiance, you stood up and clapped along just as loudly and passionately as the other side of the church, much to the horror of your parents next to you. It was hard to find the energy to care, though, because it felt exciting and celebratory like a wedding should be. For the second time that afternoon, you made eye contact with the same man. He offered a quizzical look at you compared to your family’s stiff behavior, but this time it was your turn to flash him a wink before you looked away.
Once everyone arrived at Grace and Thomas’ house, you found yourself against the wall, a cup of punch in one hand. Politics and bashing Thomas’ family was not something you whished to partake in with the rest of the family. When you were younger, Grace was like an older sister to you, which is why you plastered a smile on your face and dealt with your family. If it had been anyone else in your family you would have protested about making an appearance, but this was Grace. Besides, you at least enjoyed looking at the man from the church as he made his way around the room.
Suddenly, Grace approached you with a smile and pulled you in for a tight hug. “I’m so glad you could make it, y/n.” she commented and pulled away.
“You look absolutely beautiful, Grace.” you complemented, taking in her exquisite gown. “And this house is gorgeous.” you admitted, thinking back to how your eyes at widened at the massive estate.
As Grace went into an explanation, the man from the church caught your interest again. Trying to be subtle, you looked towards him and saw him with another girl. Involuntarily, a frown covered your face, and Grace immediately knew that you had not heard a word she said.
Following your gaze, she smiled at your lovestruck stare before she lowered her voice. “I see Michael Gray has caught your eye.”
“What?” you asked quickly, embarrassed to have been caught, but took note of his name.
Grace shook her head. “Michael is Tommy’s cousin.” she explained. “I think he’s around your age, and I have definitely seen him glance your way.” she said and squeezed your hand before she walked away to mingle with other guests.
Left to your own thoughts, your mind bounced back and forth over whether you should approach Michael or not. Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. Or maybe he didn’t want you to make the first move and would make his way over to your spot sooner or later. Eventually, you made up your mind and pushed yourself off the wall, ready to finally introduce yourself. However, before you got far from the wall, you ran into someone and stumbled on your heels.
“Hello, love.” he smiled as his hand went to your arm to steady you.
“How are you?” you asked, a growing smile present on your lips when you realized that you had ran into Michael.
The man’s eyebrows quirked when you spoke. “Irish?” he asked, ignoring your question.
“Well I would hope so.” you said. “I am the bride’s cousin, after all. Does it bother you?”
“Not at all. In fact, it’s rather charming.” he admitted.
His voice, his smile, and the cigarette that dangled between his fingers made your knees weak, but you held yourself together, not wanting him to yet realize how fascinating you found him. “I’m glad you think so, Michael. I’m y/n.” you introduced.
His head tilted at the fact that you already knew who he was but felt a warmth in his chest when you spoke his name. “Does my reputation proceed me then, Miss. y/n?”
“Hardly.” you chuckled. “But I would like to find out exactly what that reputation is.” you flirted and rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.
As you and Michael continued to talk, both of you, unknowingly, found a spark. He explained to you what he did with his cousins for the family business and that sometimes he didn’t always feel like he fit in. You explained to him that despite your family’s rather boring demeanor, you did love them but wanted something more exciting out of your life. The conversation was relaxed and flowed continuously, which made it easy to pretend it was just you and Michael in your own little bubble.
When dinner was announced, Michael offered his arm to you, which you eagerly took. At the grand table, you were surprised to find your name tag next to his, and as he pulled out the chair for you, you couldn’t help but think that it must have been Michael’s doing. Not that you minded, the more time you got to spend with him the better. There was something there that drew you to Michael and made you feel as though there was a deeper connection.
The bride and groom were no where to be seen, but you took the opportunity to learn more about Michael, and you found yourself involuntarily leaning closer to him as he did the same. Outside of your little bubble, others found ways to entertain themselves as they waited for dinner to be served. Some more overt than others – namely one of Michael’s cousins, John.
“Hey, Vincent, Vincent, Vincent.” John spoke across the table. “What do you call an animal with a prick halfway up its back? A cavalry horse!” he laughed at his joke and at the incredulous look Vincent gave him.
Despite your best efforts, a laugh escaped your lips, and you instantly threw your hand up to cover your mouth, though it did little to stop you. Someone had finally called out your family, and you wished it had been yourself. John smiled down at you, appreciative that someone found his antics amusing, and Michael only felt more smitten with you.
Ever since you had caught his eye in the church, he wanted to be around you and get to know you more. You had this presence that made him feel on top of the world, yet under your spell all at the same time; and he was not disappointed with who he got to know. You were witty and smart when the time called for it, but also loving and kind towards those closest to you. Now that Michael had found you, he did not want to be away from you again.
After dinner, you had excused yourself to go and find a family member, leaving Michael off to the side, eagerly awaiting your return. Each time some young girl marched up to him with a sultry smile and questions about snow, he brushed them to the side – his thoughts only on you. It wasn’t until the rest of the guests had been invited to join Tommy and Grace on the dancefloor did Michael spot you.
With Isiah.
Simultaneously, you had been looking for Michael in the crowded room but settled for asking someone you had seen sitting near Michael during the ceremony. “Excuse me, but have you seen Michael Gray?” you asked hopefully.
“From out of town, eh? I’m Isiah.” the man responded with a laugh and introduced himself. “Now have you checked into where you will be staying tonight? Because I’ve been check-in you out all evening.” he flirted horribly, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. “How ‘bout a dance?”
Unknown to you, Michael stood behind you ready to tell Isiah off, but you beat him to it. “Fuck off if you’re not going to help!” you scoffed, shoved his arm away, and turned to continue your search, but ran right into Michael, again.
“Seems like we just can’t stay away from each other, love.” he said. “Oi, you heard y/n, fuck off.” he echoed your words to Isiah and smiled at the laugh he had caused. “Care to dance with me?”
Wordlessly, you accepted Michael’s offer and allowed him to pull you on the floor before he wrapped one arm around your waist and used his free hand to grab ahold to one of yours. With your other arm on his shoulder, the pair of you swayed slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being in one another’s arms. The night was winding down, and you wanted to spend the rest of it with Michael. The next morning, you would be on your way back to Ireland and alone once more.
Throughout the night, the music switched between upbeat, swing music and slow, romantic rhythms, you and Michael dancing to them all. There had not been a time in your life when you had felt so alive. Each time his hand brushed a strand of your hair out of your face or rested against the small of your back, a jolt of energy flowed through you keeping your spirits high. It was only when the band began to pack up did you accept the reality of your situation. Nearly all the guests had left, and even Grace and Tommy had said their goodbyes. One look at Michael and you knew he understood that you had to leave.
Silently, Michael draped his suit jacket across your shoulders as he led you to your waiting car, not wanting to let go of your hand. As you stood by the running car, you shifted to give the jacket back to him, but he stopped your movements. “Keep it. Gives you a reason to come back to Birmingham.” he explained, hopeful you wouldn’t reject him.
You nodded your head, with a wide smile, and accepted his hand to help you step into the car. “I had a lovely time tonight, Michael. Thank you for making the night so memorable.” you whispered as if you didn’t want the rest of the world to know of your magical night.
He smiled and kissed the back of your hand – though he wanted to do more – then took a few steps back to watch as the car pulled out of the gravel driveway. Before it got very far, Michael heard the brakes squeal on the gravel, then heard your shoes slap against the ground with each step you took to make your way back to him.
Nearly out of breath when you stood in front of Michael again, you grabbed his upper arms and pressed your lips against his, quickly but still electric and passionate. When you pulled away as quickly as you had appeared, you leaned in. “We will see each other again, Michael Gray.” you promised and pushed a scrap of paper into his hand before you ran back to your car and waved as your car successfully pulled out of the driveway that time.
Michael looked down into his hand and saw a scrap of paper where you had written an address and telephone number. He chuckled and stared into the night sky where you had been moments before. His heart felt full, and he was so glad he had met you – his Irish girl
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Character Study:
Tagged By: @smilepal
Tagging: @shitposting-for-the-soul
(Vic is in a relationship with @smilepal s Hiro and Johnny who survives and gets a body, and they are happily living together, because fuck cannon 😂)
Layer 01: The Outside
-Name: Victory (Vic, V mostly, only her dad called her victory) Devin
-Eye Color: Brown
-Hair Style/Color: Blue green curly hair, that's always up in a bun or a braid. She has the sides shaved until after The Heist. She lets it grow out to hide the bullet scar on her temple. She didn't really notice it herself, but it made the boys sad. Sometimes she will rarely have her hair down at home.
-Height: 5'11
-Clothing Style: Functional and comfortable clothing, reinforced with armor weave. Mostly wears browns, greens and blacks because she's used to blending into the badlands.
-Best Physical Feature: In her opinion? Her lean muscles/control over her body. In mine? Tall lady please step on me.
Layer 02: The Inside
-Fears: Failing her family again. Dying alone. Needles. Dogs. Loss of control of her body (bondage, drugs etc.).
-Guilty Pleasures: Explosives. They're so imprecise and generally not conducive to her fighting style but damn they're pretty. And actually physical books. Its not worth the extra money but ooo they smell so good.
-Biggest Pet-peeves: Hiro and Johnny taking hour long showers/leaving all the lights on. Improper gun/knife stance/holding. Food thieves.
hthr th door-Ambitions for the Future: For her found family to all be happy, safe and healthy.
Layer 03: Thoughts
-First thought waking up: Its not really a thought, but just taking in the soft emotion of being safe in a warm bed with her boys nearby. And then immediately "what's for breakfast" 😂
-What they think about most: Escape/fight plans. Food. Her partners.
-What they think about right before bed: Whether the door is locked and the alarms set. Then about the people she meet and interacted with throughout the day, mostly little things, like how she should fix the old lady down the halls A/C tomorrow or how she should bring Hiro to see Vik tomorrow about the slight twitch in his cyberware.
-What they think their good quality is: V see's herself as the protector/soldier since that was her role in her old clan before coming to NC. So she would probably say that her best quality is her fighting and battle planning abilities.
Layer 04: Either Or
-Single or group dates: Since V has two partners, group dates. Though its hard to call them 'dates', since its usually V tricking her two emotionally constipated boys into a nice day out that they only realize is a date when they get home.
-To be loved or respected: Loved. Vic is a soft soul. She wants to be loved. If you don't respect her she doesn't care at all unless you physically attack her.
-Beauty or Brains: Brains. Vic isn't materialistic or vain at all.
-Dogs or Cats: If she has to choose between the two, cats. She's started getting used to them since moving in with Hiro, but she didn't have any interactions with them before. Their aren't many cats in the badlands and if you do run into one he's probably a feral bastard. She's actively afraid of dogs, as she's been attacked by them before.
Layer 05: Do They...
-Lie?: Rarely. And when she does she's awful at it.
-Believe in themselves?: Mostly yes. Vic is pretty secure in who she is and what she can do. However she's had a rough couple of years in a row, and they've made her question herself a bit.
-Believe in love?: Yes. V believes in familial, platonic and sexual love. She falls in love easily and is very open about her love and tells her loved ones that she loves them often. Scared the crap out of Jackie when she told him she loved him. She didn't explain she meant platonically 😂
-Want someone?: Yes, previously and currently. She has an ex gf, Merrill, from her nomad years, and has been holding a torch/eventually dates her roommate Hiro Oda and Johnny Silverhand.
Layer 06:
-Been on stage?: Maybe once or twice she's dragged onstage by an enthusiastic Kerry or Johnny, but she hates it. She doesn't like people paying that much attention to her. She's a sniper for gods sake, she's used to quietly sitting in a corner unnoticed.
-Done drugs?: Not really. Has smoked weed occasionally with her sister as a teen, but that's it. She has a crippling fear of needles so its a literal fight to even get her to take an airhypo. Johnny usually ends up holding her down while Hiro injects 😂
-Changed who they were to fit in?: No. V is charismatic and just so fucking oblivious to social roles? rules? that she wouldn't even think of the need to change herself. Her nomad clan was a mishmash of a complete clusterfuck of personalities so she never really would get the idea of different being bad. She's also just generally awful at lying/faking 😂😅
Layer 07:
-Favorite Color: Green, like the bright luscious plant green. It was a rare color in the desert.
-Favorite Animal: Hawks. It was her old family's nickname for her, and she loved to watch them soar above them while they drive across the desert.
-Favorite Book: Watership Down. Vic loves the classics and often stays home reading while the boys go out clubbing. Watership Down is her favorite because it's about protecting clan, vicious battles and cute bunnies.
-Favorite Game: The 'pretend you don't see or understand Hiro/Johnny's blatant sexual come ons/flirting until they snap' game
Layer 08:
-Day their next birthday will be: She'll be 29 some point in November. Unsure in the exact date.
-How old they will be: 29
Layer 09: I...
-I Love: Food. Her Rifle. Her Knives. Hiro. Johnny. Viper. Michael. Vik. Misty. Panam. Judy. Mitch. Their cats. The wind in my hair. Barry. The food cart guy outside their apartment. Delamain. Oh that chinese place down the street- I'm just going to cut her off there.
-I Feel: Happy. Content. (Guilty. A failure.)
-I Hide: From needles. Hiro and Johnny are always trying to stop her from eating 'perfectly safe' food. So she hides that from them. Her sadness. Her nightmares.
-I Miss: Viper, Michael and Jackie. My clan before we joined Snake Nation. Not living in any fixed place. It was nice not being tied down to one place.
-I Wish: that I never have to find a new family again.
There you go @smilepal I finally finished 😂 you only tagged me three days ago.
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Blog #8: Country Roads
07/13/2021
Currently driving through roads where pro-life billboards are placed in front of graveyards… we are officially on the road back home.
Traveling fast but seeing the most we have while covering 1,500 miles and two time zones in the last week. 900 miles to go. We jumped from Portland to northern and southern Montana then all the way through to Chicago… our last stop ;(
We met some really nice people out here- the kind of people that want to take time out of their day to interact with you. People actually smile at you and mean it when they say “have a good day.”
There were a lot of experiences this week that were indescribable. All senses were at full throttle from sleeping in the heart of Portland to camping in National Parks.
Being our last stretch of the trip, it has been hard to not feel sad when we are closing such a big chapter of our life. It’s a weird feeling of being sad but also still being so excited for the next stop. I hope the excitement doesn’t end.
Who
Who is ready to rumble…
In Portland we got to meet up with Maya’s cousin, Michael and his daughter Thea. He moved out there 13 years ago and never looked back.
He was telling us he did a similar trip with his college buddies back in the day and fell in love with the city, so moved there shortly after the trip.
Sounds fun, might fuck around and move…
Batman was ready to rumble, and fumble and everything in between. While whitewater rafting in Glacier National Park, we had the pleasure of riding with Batman The Guide. Batman, because you can’t change who you are but if you can always choose Batman.
He had been living in Montana for 17 years after moving from Oregon. He had previously worked in the park as a shuttle bus driver and recently switched over to a whitewater rafting instructor.
He was a funny fucking dude; the whole crew was super hyped but he had a comedic sense that made it an entertaining day.
While on the water, we were joking around and splashing the neighboring rafts, an independent rafter said they will bomb us with beers if we splash them. One of the other people on the boat yelled back, “Are they full beers?” and they responded by launching three full miller lite beers at our raft.
At the end of our tour, Batman gave us the three beers then we dedicated those three beers to him with a funnel.
More Friends!!! Its wild how many people we got to see throughout this trip. Hitting Yellowstone National Park, we met up with Mayas friends from home: Cole, Jamie and Declan.
They were just starting their cross-country trip from Nyack, NY, hitting the Northern route to the southern, vs our trip ending in the North. Funny coincident.
We camped out with them for two nights… it was too beautiful to just stay one night, so we pushed back our trip to badlands and stayed the extra night.
We were all out at this joint called Buffalo Bar, it had a great outdoor area with corn hole, ring toss and puppiesss. There is something so fulfilling in petting random dogs with a beer in your hand.
This one dog I was petting had an exceptional owner who was traveling him across states to bring him home. I spoke with the owner for quite a while, she was so friendly about letting me pet her dog. She really was doing it all, back at home she has three kids and two other dogs.
When people hear about our travels, their reactions usually make us realize how cool it is to have the opportunity to do a trip like this.
Many times they wish they did the same when they were our age, *cough, cough, go travel right now, cough, cough.*
This woman explained how she jumped right into working out of school and has always regretted it. Her children were already teenagers so I told her she should get out there and do it. Traveling her new dog home was a great start to the on-the-go lifestyle, she seemed to be enjoying it.
I later found out she picked up our tables tab… thank you Jennifer, you have a heart of gold and a generous soul. She explained her hopes that her kids will one day get out there and see the world like she always wished, and we were accomplishing. It was a pass it forward request, when I am able to cover the bill of a lovely traveling stranger. I hope I cross paths with this family eventually and pay it forward for her children that may travel.
What
What a reality…
The National Park pass is something you buy and are given access to all the national parks in the US. We got one in the beginning of the trip knowing we would be reaching quite a few parks. Unfortunately, we lost it after just seeing the Grand canyon.
It fell in a black hole… the area where your dashboard and windshield meet. Remember this when you put shit on the dashboard. It can slide right down to its death, the only way to get the shit out is by taking off the windshield.
Those passes are irreplaceable, of course.
In badlands, we posted up around 10 p.m. in our hammocks. It was a new experience for us, we thought hey its our last time camping, lets try it a new way.
We set our hammocks up underneath this podium and slept there. It was perfect for a quick and easy set up/clean up. There was a solid amount of people around us, so we weren't too worried about getting attacked by coyotes again.
Where
When driving to Portland we drove through the Redwood National Forest. This made me realize how long this Earth has been around.
Trees take a while to grow, and these trees were as thick as three full grown pine trees and as tall as two stacked on top of each other.
Neck breaking tall.
After crossing through, we hit the upper west coast and traveled on route 101 until we hit Portland. It was filled with jaw dropping views, so much so I woke Mary and Maya up every 5 minutes to show them the views. Most times it was the same view as before, just with a new massive rock to look at.
It was a relatively foggy day, so we couldn’t see certain lookout points, but there was something so majestic about the fog within the forests and hanging on the coast.
There were points where you cross over a bridge and there was nothing around you, just white. It appeared as being stuck in a dream or driving my bitchass to heaven.
Arriving in Portland, we stayed at a place in ChinaTown. It was so cute and located on top of a great deli, Charlie’s Deli.
We checked out a bunch of shops and stores while in Portland. While we were walking around, this coffee shop had the sweetest workers. They enjoyed interacting with their customers and weren’t just looking to take your money.
Portland is filled with mockingly friendly people, they weren’t mocking anyone though, they were just that fucking friendly. They actually want to converse with people... what a concept.
For dinner we went to this food truck pod place, which is about 15 different food trucks serving food, with a communal sitting area to eat the food.
We met up with Maya’s cousin there for a drink and to catch up.
Hitting Glacier National Park, we started our camping excursion. We started off sleeping in our car since we arrived late to our campground after driving 10 hours to get there. It was pretty comfortable and with the knowledge of bear attacks in the area, it was a secure place to sleep.
While in Glacier, we decided to go whitewater rafting, a whole new way of seeing the parks. It was so dope, the rapids were on the weak side since the heat waves.
After rafting, we found a great lake front public access point where we hung our hammocks up and took a nice long nap.
There are lakes EVERYWHERE here in Montana and great fishing! Let’s travel and fish all over Montana, okay? Cool.
We waited until 5 p.m. when the park lets you in without a pass, to do a sunset hike in the park. We took Going-to-the-sun road to the highline hike, where we got to see some wild animals!
In the parking lot we got to see a horned sheep (looks like a ram) and more mountain goats!! We saw three full grown goats and one baby goat.
This horned sheep actually stormed at us and we had to jump into our car. The people that parked in the spot before us left their cheetos on the ground. This guy was hungry as fuck I guess. Relentless to say the least.
This National Park is my new favorite spot-on Earth. Spread my ashes here. Moseying through the park was a full body experience.
All your senses are involved, the smells of the forest are beyond refreshing. The touch of the crisp air brings goosebumps to your skin, and the taste of wind in your face emphasizes the overload of oxygen in that area.
There are no commercialized areas for hours outside the park. Just a fuck ton of trees.
The sounds of different birds chirping harmonizes in your ears with the wind blowing and the rocks falling below you. Your sight is spiked the highest out of the senses. These views seemed so unreal they appeared fake. When you finally touch the grounds around you, you realize how really unreal this land is.
Heading to Yellowstone the following day brought a similar element of nostalgia. We camped right outside the park, on the state border lines of Wyoming and Idaho.
Our friends we stayed with luckily still had their national park pass, so we all took our car and got into the park early that next morning. We got to see some bison! Fun Fact: Bison and Buffalos are actually the same thing.
There were so many beautiful trees and hot springs throughout the park. So many cool colors to see. We also watched Old Faithful blow her hole!!
Getting to Badlands eventually, we got a campground directly in the park. Since we got there later than five it was free. We posted up our hammocks for our last night camping on the trip ;( when we woke up, the views were so cool.
Badlands is a shit ton of clay forming giant sandcastle hills all over. But there is so much green for a desert it was an interesting combination.
When
When can we shower…
We have completed so much of the drive home its wild. We stayed in an apartment for the first two nights in Portland and then spent the rest of the week camping.
We hit our record of days without a shower… 5 full ass days. I’m so proud of Mary and Maya, they really can’t stand being dirty.
When driving long ass 10 hour plus drives for a week you find yourself enjoying nothingness. Head empty is such a vibe after jamming to music and listening to murder mystery podcasts for hours on end.
Our music ranges widely, depending on crashing periods. Whenever Mary is driving, she is either blasting screamo edm music or 2000s pop music.
Maya plays some bomb bops; I really don’t know any of the songs, but it has opened my mind to all these new artists!!
I personally love the murder mystery podcasts, there were a few times I had to change it though because it got too spooky. In the case of this week, we were driving to camp in Montana and a murder mystery came on about the Montana Child Killer… dope.
Why
I have ruled out ever living in a city. From the driving on busy ass streets to the dirty smells everywhere, I will happily reside somewhere in the country. Where? Still have no idea… Why? Because there are so many pros and cons to all these places we saw.
I guess i'll just have to come back out here!
I’m really thinking somewhere up north on the west coast. The west coast will forever hold my heart, but I really don’t have the money or the ability to live in a city out there. Maybe one day with a bombass money making job.
Coming back to the East has made me realize how much nicer people are out west and how much slower of a pace it is.
How
How are we coming up on our last spot…
We are hitting our last stop… Chicago. Shoutout to my cousin for going to school here and letting us use and abuse his apartment! Hehe just kidding we will take care of it for ya, Owen!
It feels so strange to be this close to New York. Our license plates being from New York is no longer that cool.
I’m going to miss people peeping our plates and asking us about our travels and/or wishing us luck!
Thanks everyone throughout, we are almost accomplished with this chapter!
#blogging for beginners#fuck it#post grad#cross country#jubilation#travel#beginners guide#covid made me do it#road trip#bloggersdiaries
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Denial LH Part One
A/N: Howdy! This is the first thing I’ve written in a hot minute and I actually really like it. Fun fact when I first thought of this I thought of Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds so yeah. All flashbacks are in italics :)
Words: 4330
Pairing: Luke x Gender Neutral Reader
*Warnings*: Mentions of cheating and throwing stuff, I think like one swear word, oh and I named someone Nicole because I needed a name so sorry if that’s your name
Summary: You and Luke are close childhood friends. Despite what Ashton says, you’re just friends, nothing more and nothing less. Right?
Masterlist Taglist (newest one) *if you were on any previous taglist please put your info on this one*
“Come on Luke! We can’t be late!” The squeaky voice of a small child shouted as they ran down the sidewalk, running as fast as their short legs could carry them.
Behind them, a young blonde boy rushed to try and keep up. “Don’t leave me behind! We have to stay together; my mom will be very upset if I tell her you left me!” The other person groaned and stopped moving while a triumphant smirk made its way onto Luke’s face. “Besides, it’s also your fault that we’re running late Y/N.”
With a roll of your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest and tapped your foot on the ground as you waited. “Luke we both stopped to pet the dog but you stopped first and like you said, your mom will be very upset if I left you.” You giggled, your own smirk forming. Once Luke finally caught up, you grabbed the young boy by the wrist and dragged him as you continued to run home. You and your family moved into the house next to Luke only three months ago but the two of you quickly became friends and now walked home from school together. You were only ever late once and the disappointed look from Mrs. Hemmings was enough to make sure you were never late again.
You both kept running and in the distance, you could see your houses. With a look at his watch, Luke slowed down to walk. “We have enough time to walk. Unless you enjoy running.” Luke smiled as you also slowed down, walking in step with him. “What do you think of Mr. Martin’s project?”
“I can’t believe he wants us to write a whole paragraph about what we want to be when we grow up! We’re seven!” You threw your hands up into the air with an exasperated whine. “I don’t know what I wanna be. Do you?”
“Yeah!” Luke’s eyes lit up in the afternoon sun and his lips curved into possibly the biggest smile to ever be seen. He bounced a little as he walked and his hands flew out in front of him as he said, “I’m gonna be a rockstar! I’ll sing and play a guitar and have a really cool band. I’ll be so rich and famous I could buy all of Australia!”
Despite Luke’s contagious excitement, you grew quiet, kicking away a pebble. Luke continued to share his dream as you walked the rest of the way home. As you approached the houses, you could each see Mrs. Hemmings through the kitchen window and the smell of dinner wafted out of the open front door. “Luke,” you began, stopping Luke from walking. “When you’re a famous rockstar, promise you won’t forget me.”
Luke cocked his head to the side but his smile never faded. “Of course I won’t forget you! You’re my best friend in the whole world. I could never forget you.” His arms wrapped around you, tugging you close as he tried to hug the worry out of you. “Hey, maybe you can be my maid.” Luke giggled as he was pushed away.
“Then I would have to clean up after you! I’ll never be your maid!” You squealed and ran to your front door and Luke ran to his.
“You’ll change your mind when you see the paycheck!”
“Hello? Earth to Y/N!” You shook your head as the memory faded and the current world took its place. Luke rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder, gesturing to the man waiting to take your order.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You mumbled before giving him your order. The other people at the table laughed which only caused you to roll your eyes. “Will you four shut up?” You and Luke were no longer seven like you were in your memory but most things didn’t change. He still told you horrible jokes when you were upset, you still played rock-paper-scissors when you couldn’t decide who got shotgun, and you were still best friends. Just like Luke told you all those years ago, he became a rockstar. He got to sing and play guitar with a ‘really cool’ band. As Luke’s best friend, Michael, Calum, and Ashton easily became your other best friends and you continued to be the number one 5 Seconds of Summer fan. Out of all of them, excluding Luke, you were the closest to Ashton. He was very easy to get along with; his only flaw is that he had this outlandish idea that you were in love with Luke.
“What were you thinking about anyway?” Ashton asked, sipping his coffee. There was a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was mischief or maybe the morning light was changing things.
“Just when Luke and I were kids and he told me he was going to be a rockstar.”
“And I offered to let you be my maid but you refused my offer.” Luke chuckled and bumped your shoulder again.
Michael snorted and rolled his eyes. “So even as a child Y/N didn’t want to put up with your bullshit.” The table erupted with laughs and Luke’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, tugging you close to his chest as he smooshed your cheeks together between his fingers. You giggled and jabbed your fingers into his sides, causing him to squeal and let you go. Luke continued to giggle and the sound made your heart warm. His laugh was easily your favorite sound in the world. If you ever had a horrible day, all you needed was to hear Luke’s laugh to turn your day around. A smile easily appeared on your face as you looked to your left to see Luke smiling back at you. You stayed like that for a moment until the waiter came back and set your brunch in front of you.
Before you dug into your meal, you could have sworn you saw Ashton nudge Calum while smirking in your direction.
...
“I feel like I just ate my body weight in pancakes.” Calum groaned and slouched down in his chair. A murmur of agreement came from the others around the table before Ashton cleared his throat.
“We can always work off brunch by going on a walk.” You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes; of course Ashton would be the one to suggest a walk. With their own sounds of disapproval, the boys shook their heads. “Oh come on. There’s a nice park close by.”
Luke sighed and shrugged. “I’m sure it’s nice Ash but taking a walk in the park isn’t going to be easy for us.” He had a point. It was hard for any of the boys to go places without their pictures being taken or getting stopped. Of course they loved getting to talk to fans but sometimes they just wanted to have a normal day.
“Fine if you three won’t come with, will you Y/N?” Ashton asked, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he leaned across the table, taking your hands into his. You were going to agree with him that a walk sounded wonderful but you didn’t even have the chance to answer him. “Great!” He tugged you away from the table, gathering your things for you before he rushed off towards the park.
“Well,” you began with a sigh, glancing back at Luke. “Guess I’ll see you guys after my walk. See you later Mike, Cal, Bubs.” With that, you ran after Ashton, punching his shoulder when you caught up to him. “What was that for? I was going to go with you so you didn’t need to force me.”
Ashton shrugged and threw his arm around your shoulders. “I wanted to talk to you without anyone snooping and since the other three didn’t want to come, it seemed like a good chance to talk.”
Your heart pounded in your chest and your hands grew clammy. You had nothing to be scared of but you couldn’t help how your fight or flight instinct kicked in and right about now, you were ready to run away as fast as you could. “About what?”
A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest at your question. “I just wanted to ask if you thought you were being slick.” What? You stopped walking and looked over at him. What on earth was he talking about? You must have looked as confused as you felt because he continued. “I mean you really don’t think we can’t tell about your little crush right? Luke might be dense but not everyone else is.”
A groan escaped your lips and you rolled your eyes, continuing your walk as your heart rate returned to normal. “How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t have a crush on Luke.”
“Of course you do Y/N. You always sit next to him, you’re constantly touching him, and god the dopey look you get when you look at him. You can’t tell me you never felt anything more than friendship.”
Ashton looked ready to continue but a group of young girls walked over and asked for photos. You’ve never been more thankful for fans than you were in that moment. Luke was just your friend and that was it. There was no other emotion and Ashton needed to let it go. Of course there was that time he was dared to kiss you.
You were both 16 and hormones mostly controlled your brain. In only a few short weeks, your boys would be going off to tour with One Direction. You were flooded with pride when Luke told you about the tour and you both promised to spend as much time together as you could before he left. You and the four boys crammed yourselves into Luke’s bedroom, stuffing your faces with snacks and giggling at the horrible dares you all came up with. At some point, Michael dared Calum to slow dance with Luke’s brother Jack and while he did it, the dare was lame.
“Luke, your turn. Truth or dare.” Calum asked, leaning against the bed as he tried to throw some popcorn into his mouth.
“I’ll go with dare.” Luke chuckled and leaned over, elbowing you in the side. “Cal has the worst dares so it can’t be that bad.”
Calum smirked and took a quick glance at Ashton before speaking. “Well then, I dare you to kiss Y/N.” Silence filled the room as you and Luke looked at each other. You could feel your body start to heat up and you told yourself it was just because you were embarrassed, not because you liked Luke. Luke looked as red as you felt and you wondered if he was just scared or if there was something else. But you quickly shot that thought down; Luke was your best friend so certainly he didn’t have any feelings for you. Which was great because you didn’t have any towards him.
“Pick a different dare Calum. I can’t kiss Y/N, they haven’t kissed anyone before.” It was true. You had never kissed anyone before and it didn’t bother you since it doesn’t matter when you kiss someone. But was that really the only reason Luke didn’t want to kiss you? Calum did just say that he had to kiss you, not shove his tongue down your throat. Luke looked between you and Calum, trying to figure out just what to do. Calum shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest, watching Luke begin to lose his mind. “Is this alright with you? If you don’t want this then we don’t have to.”
You nodded and rubbed your hands on the carpet. “It’s fine Bubs. At least my first kiss will be with someone that actually cares about me and not some jerk.” You said with a nervous laugh, hoping that Luke wouldn’t be upset that you were fine with it.
“Right, ok then.” Luke mumbled and scooted over to you, his shaky hands coming to rest on your cheeks. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” You nodded and Luke took one last look at Calum over his shoulder before he leaned in. His lips quickly pressed against yours and you were surprised at how soft they were. You were also surprised at how nice and natural it felt to have his mouth moving against yours; you didn’t want it to end. He was warm and the way his lips fit yours almost perfectly was new and wonderful. You weren’t exactly sure what a kiss was supposed to feel like but you felt light and like you were floating on a cloud. Everything around you faded away and in that moment, it was just you and Luke, lip locked. Quickly and suddenly, Luke pulled away and sat back in his spot, rubbing his lips with his fingers. His face was flushed an even darker shade of red and the room suddenly felt like it was 50 degrees hotter. The other three boys giggled and Ashton winked at you.
“So how was your first kiss?” Michael snorted and looked at Luke who was looking at anything but you. How were you supposed to answer that? You certainly weren’t going to tell anyone how nice it felt but you couldn't say it was bad and hurt Luke.
“It was a kiss? How was it supposed to feel?” You decided it was a good enough answer.
“No fireworks? No butterflies or tingling sensations?” Ashton asked, leaning forward. Maybe that was a good way to describe your feelings but before you could come up with a lie, Luke jumped to his feet and ran out the door, mumbling about getting water. You glared and shoved Ashton as you ran after Luke, catching up to him in the kitchen.
“Are you alright?” You whispered, feeling like anything louder would break open a dam of emotions you weren’t ready to tackle. Luke sighed and leaned against the counter, gesturing for you to do the same.
“I should be asking you that. I just took your first kiss because of a dumb game.” He shoved his hands into his jean pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet. “Are you ok?”
“Of course.” It was a lie. You didn’t feel fine at all. You were confused and worried about just how nice that kiss was. “Luke if I wasn’t alright with it then I would have said something.” He nodded but remained quiet. For a few moments, neither of you talked or moved; you just watched the cars out the window as they drove by. “So, are you alright?”
Luke nodded and turned, looking at you for the first time in ten minutes. “I am, I just don’t want this to mess anything up or ruin our friendship. I mean I just kissed you, it was a little weird.” He laughed.
Right. He didn’t feel anything for you and so of course this was weird for him. Not that it wasn’t weird for you too because you didn’t like him. You rolled your eyes, shoving your confusion down for the time being and elbowed Luke. “Nothing is going to change our friendship, not even a weird kiss.”
Luke smiled and bumped his shoulder against yours. Despite telling yourself that you felt nothing towards your best friend, you couldn’t stop the queasy feeling in your stomach as Luke looked at you. You must have eaten something weird because there was no way you were feeling butterflies. “Let’s get back to the guys. Maybe we can make Calum kiss Michael as payback.”
You blinked away the memory, feeling Ashton’s eyes on you. The fans must have left when you were zoned out since you didn’t see anyone around. “So, you’re sure you don’t like Luke?”
“Yes Ashton. I’m sure so can you drop it?”
“I’ll drop it when you realize you’re in denial.” He said with a shrug while you both continued on your walk.
“It isn’t denial. You’re just imagining things.”
...
A week later, Luke texted you and the other boys about a party he was going to throw at his house. He didn’t tell you exactly why he wanted to throw a party but he did mention he had an announcement and an important question for you. Your first thought was that he was going to ask you out but you convinced yourself that you were just confused. Ashton refused to back off and he constantly told you that you were in denial. At this point, you almost believed him.
The night of the party, you got dressed and waited for Ashton to pick you up. He was out picking up some drinks so he told you he would pick you up and drive you home. Well, he didn’t exactly say he would drive you home. He was positive that a certain blonde boy would be inviting you to stay the night with him tonight. Ashton must be confused because Luke wasn’t going to ask you out. He’s still so hurt from his last relationship that ended only a few months ago.
The sound of your phone ringing had woken you up late one night. Normally you would have ignored the call but when you saw Luke’s name light up on the screen, you answered. “Luke? What is it? It’s three in the morning.” He didn’t answer but on the other end, you could hear his sniffles and what sounded like a choked sob. “Luke? Bubs what is it? Talk to me.”
“She cheated on me.” He sounded so small and broken; fury rushed through your veins. You never liked his girlfriend but he was happy with her. Now that all has changed. You threw your blankets off your bed and tugged on a jacket and some slippers.
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” His soft reply was almost too hard to hear before he hung up the phone. All you wanted to do was find this girl and beat her into the ground but Luke needed you. He was always a sensitive boy and this was going to crush him. He cried watching Finding Nemo as a 23 year old for god’s sake; how was he going to survive this? You quickly ran out the door and made your way to Luke’s house as quickly as you could. When you pulled up, you fumbled with your keys, searching for the one he had given you. Finally you found it and unlocked the door, coming in to see Luke on the couch, surrounded by broken furniture and staring blankly at the wall. Wordlessly, you stepped over the mess and sat next to him, pulling his head to rest on your chest. As soon as he made contact, the tears poured out and his body quaked as the sobs tore out of his throat. Your hands found his hair, combing through the curls in a hope to comfort him. There was nothing you could say to make this better, you both knew that. All you could do was hold him until he was ready to talk.
Almost an hour later, the tears stopped flowing and Luke grew quiet once more. “Want some water?” You asked, drying his face with the sleeves of your jacket. He nodded but when you went to stand, he clung onto you, making you stumble and fall back onto the couch. “I have to stand to get you water Bubs. You can come with.” Luke nodded once more and let you go just long enough for you both to stand before his hand gripped yours, keeping you close. It was hard to avoid stepping on broken glass with the giant man holding onto you but you both managed to get into the kitchen. Once you filled a cup with water, he took it from your grasp, sipping at it as he looked at the mess around you both. The kitchen wasn’t much better as you could see crushed mugs and even a blender on the floor. “Do you want to talk about it? You don’t have to.” Your free hand came back to his hair, brushing it out of his face. You almost expected him to refuse but slowly, he started talking.
“I came home from a party, she didn’t want to go, said she felt sick.” He swallowed thickly and you began to rub his back, encouraging him to continue but not pushing him. “Some asshole was all over her on the couch. Half naked. His hands were,” he took a shaky breath before continuing on a new topic. “She told me it was an accident but how could it have been? He was in my house.” At this, tears fell once more but he continued to talk. “I threw a vase at them. He left and she started yelling and throwing things at me. Said it was my fault she cheated. That she wouldn’t have to if I was around more. We threw more things and then she packed up her shit and she’s gone.”
“Oh god Luke. I’m so sorry.” You took your hand out of his grasp and rested your hands on his cheeks. “What can I do?” He was going to be hurt for a while and nothing could change that. But if there was something, anything, that would make him hurt just a little less, you would do it.
“Can you stay the night? I don’t want to be alone.” He sounded like a child, coming to his parent’s room, asking to sleep with them. You leaned in and kissed his forehead before nodding.
“Of course Bubs. Anything you need, I’ll do it.”
Three sharp knocks on your door broke you out of your trance and you scrambled over to the door, unsure of how long the person had been there. When the door opened, you smiled at Ashton. “Ready to be fashionably late to the party?” He chuckled as he took you to his car. The first half of the drive was pretty quiet, filled with the sounds of the radio. “So,” Ashton began, smiling widely, “how’s the water in denial?”
“What?” You could only assume he was still on his bullshit about you liking Luke but you could never tell with Ashton.
“Denial. You know since you still refuse to believe Luke likes you. He told me he had an important question to ask you tonight so you’d better admit your feelings to yourself fast before he asks you out. He’s in love with you Y/N.”
“You don’t even know if that’s the question Ash.”
“No, I suppose not.” Despite his words, the smile never left his face. Maybe he knew something you didn’t. Was it possible that Luke wanted to ask you out tonight? Maybe Luke had some secret romantic feelings for you that Ashton knew about. Maybe you had some romantic feelings for him. Ashton stopped the car outside of Luke’s house and smirked at you. “Just be ready for anything tonight.”
It was actually a pretty small party which surprised you. It looked like Luke had only invited friends and a few other people in the music industry, which was fine. You actually liked the smaller parties since it felt more normal and not like a rager thrown by a rockstar. Ashton grabbed your arm and dragged you into the house, looking for Luke. He wasn’t too hard to find since he was taller than at least 90% of the people here. He was standing in the living room with Michael and Calum by his side. “You’re here!” Luke cheered, and pulled you in for a hug. “I’m so excited for tonight. I can’t wait to talk to you.”
Butterflies, yes butterflies, jumped around your stomach as you listened to him talk. Shit. Maybe you really did like him. Was it possible that all this time you had just been in denial like Ashton thought? You always found Luke attractive but you never dared to think of him in a more than friendly way. His white shirt only brought out the blue of his eyes that much more and dear lord did his hair look perfect. “Lukey!” A squeal broke you out of your thoughts and from the other side of the room, a girl ran over. You had never seen her before and while you didn’t know all of Luke's friends, you thought you knew most of them. The girl jumped and Luke caught her in his arms before he leaned in and kissed her. Yeah, he was definitely kissing her. Your heart completely shut down as you watched his lips move against hers. He slowly set her back on her feet and with a sheepish smile, he looked back at you and the boys.
“This is what I wanted to tell you guys. This is my girlfriend, Nicole.” All at once, you could feel your heart shatter into a million pieces and your gut dropped down to your feet. That’s not possible. How does Luke have a girlfriend? You watched as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side as she kissed his cheek. That should be you. You should be the one jumping into his arms and kissing him. He should be holding you like that, not her. Who did she think she was? Was she just dating Luke for the fame and money? Was she using him? You felt a hand on your arm and looked over to see Ashton, who looked like he had seen a ghost. He was wrong. Luke didn’t love you at all. He loved Nicole.
“Y/N? Are you ok?” Ashton whispered, trying to get you to look away from the couple.
“Denial.” You whispered, unsure if the words actually even left your mouth.
“What?”
“Denial Ash. It was denial.” Without another word, you turned and ran out of the house. What the fuck?
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