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ingravinoveritas · 1 year
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David looking very pleased and smug after getting a reaction from Michael.
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princesachicana · 2 years
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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 (steven conklin x reader)
description: in which you’re head over heels for steven. But he isn’t head over heels for you, right?
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God why couldn’t he just notice you? Steven Conklin was like a daydream when you looked at him. If he speaks even little as three words to you, your heart rate spikes. But no he didn’t look at you the way you looked at him, he’d only ever saw you as a friend. He romantically liked girls like Shayla maybe even Taylor? Seeing as he made out with her. You remembered that one of your sisters jokingly pushed you towards Steven, implying to make out with you next, the look on his face after made you mortified.
It’s like he was repulsed by the thought of even so much as giving you a peck on the lips. It seemed like everyone knew you were head over heels for Steven, but Steven himself. You noticed the sympathetic looks your friends and sisters gave you when you embarrassingly tried to make conversation with Steven. Just for him to shut it down saying “I’ll be back.” and actually never come.
You craved a summer romance. With all the other boys who’ve asked you out on dates? No. With Steven Conklin there was no better boy in your eyes. You craved a summer romance just like your sisters. A set of twins dating the fisher boys? Just like a romance novel. You saw how Jeremiah made Maria’s smile bigger, You saw how Conrad’s eyes softened every time he glanced at Mariana. Yeah that’s exactly what you wanted, but you and Stevens own version.
But right here, right now you doubted that it was even possible. You were currently sitting with all your friends and sisters around a fire. You’ve probably carved your name in the sand a thousand times. Being as the conversation was about a party that occurred a week before, you had little to say. You didn’t show up, and probably run into Steven making out with a girl? No. No. No. “Why didn’t my butterfly show up?” Steven asked nudging you with his shoulder, you smiled the nickname warming your heart a little.
Everyone called you “Butterfly” because when you were younger you took a little longer than most twelve month olds to take your first steps. So when you finally did your family compared it to a butterfly that finally spread its wings and flew. After your father told the story three summer’s ago, it just stuck. So when Steven used, it felt special for only a millisecond, because then you remembered everyone else also called you that.
Your mind went back to Steven’s question, of course you couldn’t say the real reason.
I didn’t show up, because I refuse to stare at you when your kissing someone else.
“I already told you, I was tired.” Your eyes went around the bonfire, everyone else giving you knowing looks. “Bullshit, you’re never tired” Jeremiah laughed. Maria who was in between his legs, her back to his chest, turned her head quickly giving her boyfriend a knowing look that said “you are so not helping” They had the type of relationship where they had a silent language, often times they gave each other looks and just automatically knew what the other was saying telepathically.
“Well I missed you, and hopefully you got some beauty rest cause tomorrow your coming!” Steven wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You immediately giggled, you softly laid your head onto one of his shoulders. “She can’t!” Mariana spoke out loud, she was seated on Conrad’s lap who hadn’t stopped playing with her hair. Oh right you couldn’t come even if you wanted to. “Well why not?” Steven asked. “And I want no stupid excuses!” He declared with a grin.
“I have a date.” You whispered, eyes closing for a second. Yes, you had a date. The guy was nice, you didn’t know much about him. You only talked to him for five minutes and the only information that you got was, his name was Michael and he’d asked you out to an arcade. “You have a date? With who Casper?” Steven scoffed, laughing as he pulled away from you. You opened your mouth to reply but your all to protective sisters spoke before you. “Yeah, and he’s like so hot right y/n?” Mariana said making her boyfriend frown.
“Sorry babe.” She whispered, turning towards Conrad placing a chaste kiss onto his lips. “He is attractive.” Your voice was broken. You were embarrassed, Steven couldn’t even believe you had a date. He’d jokingly asked if your mysterious date was a ghost! It hurt. “Yeah, and they’ve been like FaceTiming non-stop right y/n?” It was Maria’s turn to defend you. Yeah, you wouldn’t say you’ve been FaceTiming Michael “non-stop” but he’d called a couple times and he was fun to talk to. “We have interesting conversations” your voice was small, almost preparing yourself for another insult from Steven.
“Yeah right” he muttered before getting up and walking away. You stared at his retreating figure, your eyes getting misty. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You repeated the words in your head like a mantra. “Don’t listen to him butterfly he’s an asshole.” Conrad spoke up, giving you a small smile. You nodded your head, scared that if you spoke you’d burst out into tears, you didn’t wanna ruin the rest of the night.
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5 Minutes. 10 Minutes. 15 Minutes. 20 Minutes. 30 Minutes. Why had you waited this long? He wasn’t going to show up. You had stood by the prize stand for the arcade for almost an hour waiting for Michael like you both planned. You had stared at each and every couple who walked in hand in hand, you could tell which ones were on their first date and which ones had been together for awhile.
Really this was all your fault, right? You should have figured he wasn’t coming after your 3rd message went unanswered.
But you waited standing there, probably looking absolutely ridiculous in your outfit that your sisters helped you pick out. It wasn’t exactly your style but you figured this was what boys expected girls to wear on dates. You also tried something new with your makeup, a darker lip that made your lips more “kissable”, well according to Mariana.
After last night and how Steven had acted, you felt more than embarrassed. No doubt, he’d be laughing at you right now. You sat alone on the beach, it wasn’t a far walk from your parent’s beach house. Everyone else was at the party you contemplated showing up and lying about how the date ended quickly, but you’d face one hundred questions that would end in more lies so you just walked to the beach.
It wasn’t till now with the ocean’s waves swooshing in the background, that you cried. You had been stood up. You should of figured Michael wasn’t actually interested in you. He’d only ever asked you questions like “are you a virgin?” Or “what are you wearing right now?” and you’d occasionally get the “you up?” texts not surprisingly followed by him asking for nudes, of course you never sent any, maybe that’s why he didn’t show up?
This was just another reminder that you weren’t destined for a summer romance. “Hey” the greeting was quiet and soft, you knew it was Steven. You attempted to wipe your face, but the smeared mascara would be a dead giveaway that you had been crying. “Guessing the date didn’t go well?” Steven sat next to you hesitantly. “He didn’t show up, so just leave because I don’t really want to hear how you think it’s so funny.” You spoke staring straight at the ocean, contemplating on jumping in and letting the ocean take you anywhere but here. The boy you’ve been in love with sitting next to you as you admitted something humiliating.
“He’s fucking stupid.” Steven’s words were harsh. “Him? Look at me I got dressed up for him, I’m like the epitome of stupid.” You said, looking down at your outfit. “You look pretty really, well beautiful actually.” Steven said causing your eyes to meet his. “Thank you” His words made your heart nearly jump outside of your chest. He’d called you pretty, no he called you beautiful for the first time ever, he only ever said you looked “cute.”
“I think anyone who fucks up a chance with you is stupid, by the way” Steven’s words once again were a complete shock to you. “Anyways, any other dates or boys planned?” When he spoke each word, it looked like it took a lot for him to ask. “No, not right now at least, there’s this one boy, but he’s not interested so it doesn’t really matter.” You shrugged, like the boy you were talking about wasn’t right next to you. “Idiot” he mumbled if you weren’t sitting so close to him you wouldn’t have heard him.
“Can i ask you a question Steven?” You whispered not exactly knowing where you were going with this. “Of course y/n” he nodded motioning for you to continue. “Do you think a guy will ever be interested in me romantically, be honest am I ‘girlfriend’ material?” You needed to know, cause what was the point in trying if you were never gonna get anywhere? Your breath hitched when Steven softly took your chin in between his fingers. “You are so much more” Steven smiled, god that smile did it for you every single time.
“You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, you smile at me even if I was an ass to you the night before, so far you’ve remembered every single detail about me, like you really always let me draw invisible shapes on your skin when you see me getting anxious.” Your heart was pounding again, we’re you able to fall in love all over again when you already were? The answer has to be yes because that was what was happening. “You’re beautiful, you always have that pout on your lips when someone interrupts you, and the beauty mark that sometimes your self conscious about is beautiful too.” Steven’s rant stopped when he noticed you were crying.
“Hey, I’m sorry what’s wrong.” Steven grabbed your face in between his palms. “Don’t say stuff like that, cause then I’ll think you actually like me.” You closed your eyes, the feeling of his hands on your face somewhat calming you. “Hey,hey I like you, I really like you.” His confession made your eyes blink open again. “You really mean that?” Steven nodded his head his eyes shifting from your eyes down to your lips. “Can I kiss you butterfly?” You giggled mumbling a yes.
Steven Conklin was kissing you! Something you’ve dreamed about many times before, it was actually happening! His lips against yours was soft, it was like fireworks being lit, an unspoken declaration for the both of you. You were both in love with each other. Maybe you showed it more than him at times? But it was always there for him as well.
You pulled away after a minute, needing to catch your breath. “Wow.” You said against his lips. His forehead was pressed against yours. “Wow? really that’s all you have to say.” Steven laughed. “I just can’t believe this is happening.” You admitted shaking your head. “Well believe it cause your mine butterfly.” Yes.Yes.Yes you chanted in your head.
“Wait? aren’t you supposed to be at the party?” You asked curiously. Steven laughed nodding his head “yeah, but it didn’t feel right without my butterfly.” He quickly said before pulling you into another kiss.
His butterfly. His butterfly. His butterfly
You were his, and he was yours.
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itgetsbetterproject · 21 hours
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Just a lil much-needed queer youth joy - we need to talk about these students and allies in Hawai'i!
Students from Campbell- Kapolei Complex Schools used funding from one of our 50 States 50 Grants to give SO much support to their queer communities.
They bolstered their GSA clubs, held community based education events like a Halloween party and craft day, and even got to attend Honolulu Pride - where Hawai'i-raised Bretman Rock showed up for a surprise visit and marched alongside the students to honor them and their work, having attended the same schools themself growing up!
So proud of these students for recognizing what they need in their own communities.
And lucky for y'all...apps are open for the 3rd season of 50 States, 50 Grants right now through April 1, 2024 - if you're a high schooler or middle schooler in the US/DC/territories and have an idea for how you'd use the funds at your own school, don't miss out on applying: 50states50grants.org
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rosepinksky · 19 days
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Pay For My Time (pt. 5)
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female reader
In which Ghost's neighbour drags him in for dinner, and then ruins his life.
Warnings: alcohol & nicotine use
word count: 1.9k
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part 1 (smutty!)
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I was antsy that night at the club, constantly checking over my shoulder for a figure that never showed. I did my best to plaster a bright smile on my face as another girl clinked her glass against mine, waving off her questioning face with a half-hearted reassurance that no, I’m good, just tired.
The hot pink lace felt too tight against my chest, the cheap fabric scratching against my glitter-dusted skin. I adjusted the straps over my collarbone, gulping down the cheap vodka in one breath as I turned my attention towards an older man in a charcoal suit at the bar. I sidled up to him, running a hand down his arm as I introduced myself with a practiced, sultry tone. He smirked as his gaze roamed greedily across my body, and I set my drink down next to his on the bartop.
I had never been one for feeling self-conscious. Since my first underwired bra at 14, since my first time fooling around with a boy in someone else’s bedroom at a house party at 16, since I’d spent my first year of university giggling sweetly at some trust fund Eton kid at a sports society mixer- I was a self-assured, confident, attractive young girl. Bright, too. Never one to say the wrong thing, to embarrass myself. Always pretty, always smart, always charming.
I remembered the day I sat down in my professor’s office to tell her I was dropping out. The confused frown tinged with concern as I babbled happily about my alternative plans, about him, about moving to London and summer weddings in Cornwall. A flashy diamond ring that didn’t quite suit my tastes but blinded me anyway glittering on my left hand.
God, it was strange how the thing I resented most was how damn good my dissertation would’ve been if I had stayed.
Leading the businessman- Michael, I think he said?- up to the private booths by then hand, I was struck by another wave of bitterness by the way Ghost had denied me that morning. Didn’t he know? Didn’t he know how good I was, how many men tonight were willing to empty their pockets just to have me in their lap?
Ungrateful prick, to deny me his cock when I offered myself up so freely for him. I made a silent vow as I bent at the waist to put on a slow song to cut him off, to ignore the needy little voice in my core that ached for him to fuck me like a goddamn ragdoll once more. I swore that vow again as I began to sway in front of this other man, dragging my nails up the sides of my thighs, feeling his eyes burning holes into the soft flesh of my ass.
I hated men, I decided in that moment. I hated how they made me feel, how they used me, how desperate I somehow still was for their fucking approval.
I left the man in that booth the second he tossed me a few notes, not bothering to send a parting smile his way. I shouldered my way back down the stairs, not stopping until I collapsed back into my chair in the dressing rooms.
“Fuck!” I whispered to myself as I gulped down a mouthful of water, closing my eyes as I exhaled sharply, cheeks burning with emotions that had no place coming to the surface right now.
I was grateful for the emptiness of the room in that moment, away from prying eyes and well-intentioned questions from the other dancers. I stared at my own reflection in the vanity mirror as I puffed away at my vape until my throat burned. I took in the slight imperfections of my face under the heavy makeup, the way the mascara clumped my bottom lashes together, the way my lipstick had smeared just at the corner of my lips. I frowned, swiping away the trace of red that escaped its confines, glancing up at the clock on the wall and resigning myself to the fact that I couldn’t really leave for a good few more hours.
There were a few things that struck Ghost as interesting about Lucy’s flat. On the surface, it was entirely what one would’ve expected from a girl like her. Doused in far too much pink, and enough candles to be considered a fire hazard to the entire building. But he’d spent too much of his life on high alert, eyes trained to take in and analyse every single detail presented to him, to be able to ignore those little ins she’d inadvertently given him.
Way too many open bottles on that bar cart, of course, though he wouldn’t have needed his SAS training to pick up on that particular vice of hers. He’d meant it in more ways than one when he’d told her he didn’t fuck drunk girls; his younger self tensing up on instinct when he saw the slight gloss in her eyes, reminiscent of his father’s blank gaze after yet another 12-pack of cheap corner store lager.
But he’d looked closer, in those fleeting hours spent in her home. Noticed the lack of pictures adorning the walls, the lingering feeling that this was a place only ever inhabited by one. No visitors. No family coming to stay for the weekend, no friends crashing after a late night dancing, no Friday afternoon coffees with that one cousin you always promised to keep in touch with but only ever saw thrice in a decade.
That struck him as odd, especially after she’d been so comfortable, so practiced as she invited him in and cooked for him. That meal was not the cooking of a lonely stripper in her early twenties, he knew that much. But still, he couldn’t picture Lucy coming from a childhood of a stay-at-home mother who patiently taught her to cook over some overpriced Aga, all warmth and softness. No, this was a woman who’d seen reality, had fought tooth and nail to perfect that seemingly effortless exterior- Lucy, Violet, whoever she may be.
He found himself inexplicably drawn to this woman. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. But there was more than that; her easy confidence drew him in, made him both want her and want to be her. He wondered, in the dim light of his lonely living room, what it would be like to exude that kind of quick social intellect. There had to be more, he mused, some reason why she got to possess that effortless, uncomplicated manner instead of him. Was it just a symptom of her beauty? Had she swanned through life unbridled with the worry of other’s judgement, simply gliding by on her looks?
The thought left a sour taste in his mouth, and he chased it away with a swig of his now lukewarm tea.
He was a fucking Lieutenant. A decorated, elite operative, a goddamn prized credit to his government. She was a stripper! No bachelors certificate framed on her walls, nothing to show for her career except some fancy coffeemaker on her countertop. She was nothing, as far as he should be concerned. And still-
And still, his throat got tighter every time he went to text her. He stumbled over his words when she ran her dainty, those stupidly dainty little hands over him.
He’d told her to call him that morning. Left her there in her bedroom feeling all smug, like he’d gotten the upper hand, and he had. Like he always did. Every girl he picked up, every pretty little barracks bunny that fell for the mystery of the mask, he always had the upper hand in the morning- if he waited that long to leave. Never cruel, never neglectful, but never sweet, either.
 And yet, despite his brain pushing forward the vivid memories of her on her knees in front of him, or of her wrapped around that pole looking like an entire fucking meal- the thing he couldn’t get out of his head was the vision of her nibbling on that corner of toast as they sat on the fire escape together in the late morning sun.
His fingers were pulling up her contact page before his brain could catch up and think better of it.
“…Hello?”
Noisy. The club, obviously.
“Hey.”
He could hear the way her breath was coming a little heavier than it should be, so in tune with her mannerisms after less than a fortnight of knowing her.
“Ghost! God, the one man I didn’t want to fucking hear from tonight.”
He pulled the phone away from his ear at that, frowning at the screen. A laugh crackled through from the other end.
“Sorry, I’m not supposed to say stuff like that. Hi, handsome, how are you?”
“I’m…fine. You’re working late for a Monday.”
A light sigh from her, and the flicker of a lighter.
“You’d be surprised. These 9-5 workers, they get fussy on a Monday. It’s one of our best days.”
He huffed out a dry laugh, using his free hand to open a window and grabbing his own cigarette.
“Why didn’t you want to hear from me?”
Silence. He stayed quiet, listening to the way her breath hitched, praying that her lowered inhibitions would give way to some sliver of the truth. He really had believed her when she’d told him she wasn’t a liar, after all.
“…Because I’m mad, at the way you left me this morning.”
He smirked. “That was the point of it. Still, I don’t think that’s the entire reason, princess.”
She scoffed, taking in a long drag of her cigarette before replying.
“God, what do you want me to say? That my ego was bruised?”
His smiled widened. Bingo.
“Now why would you say that, Lucy? Was your pretty little ego bruised, when I refused to fuck you, not once but twice?”
He could hear her grumbling under her breath, and it only served to build up his cracked self-esteem further. So she wasn’t infallible, after all.
“You know you only had to ask me, right, sweet girl? Properly. Without any of that cheap wine clouding your judgement.” He dropped his voice down to a rich, weighty tone, the cigarette dangling idly from his fingers.
“Whatever.” She snapped. “Luckily for you, sir, there’s plenty of men who’ve managed to drag the stick out of their ass for long enough to see what’s in front of them.”
His smile dropped into a frown, sitting up a little straighter. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
There was another pause, and he could practically hear her smug smile. “I’m sorry if the noise disturbs your sleep tonight, Ghosty. I really would try to keep it down, but you know what I’m like when I get properly fucked.”
He wanted nothing more than to wipe that little smirk off of her face, his fists clenching until the cherry of his cigarette burned his knuckles. “Don’t you dare, Lucy.”
She giggled. She fucking giggled.
“Sorry, sir. Should’ve tried to mess with an easier girl.”
The line clicked dead, and he was left staring at the black screen of his phone.
It was less than a minute before he was on his feet, pulling on his jacket and shoving his feet into his boots, grabbing his keys before slamming his front door shut.
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iconocon · 2 years
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fireworks | ricciardo
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summary: fourth of july firework madness
warnings: american dan
type: one shot | word count: 700 | ✧ FLUFF
as an honorary american no one was more excited than your boyfriend daniel to spend the holiday in texas with you. when he told you he was finding the first flight back from the united kingdom just so he could be with you it made you laugh because only someone like him would take a holiday like this so seriously, not even most die hard americans really celebrated the day other than to take the opportunity to get drunk or take a day off work. spotting him from a crowded texan airport was all too easy as he was already following the dress code of a big black cowboy hat and university of texas burnt orange hoodie that you can only assume he stole from your closet. from the minute he stepped foot in your eye line he couldn’t stop spewing everything he was looking forward to doing tonight out of his mouth.
“so you’re gonna cook that amazing steak the way you do, and then we are going to play with sparklers, and then i’m going to set off these fireworks” his eyes all but twinkled as he remembered the fireworks stopping in the middle of the parking lot to grab your shoulders as he looked down at you. “babe you have to see these fireworks i bought.”
“you will not set off fireworks you know the rules”
“bu-“
“no daniel me and michael agreed after last year that you cannot set them off anymore”
“you think i can’t drive with nine fingers?”
“get in the car daniel”
“even my own girlfriend doesn’t believe in me anymore first mclaren now you it’s low baby”
the drive home was just the same as he continued to be dramatic about the rule you imposed even when you both knew that you would let him do it anyway because whatever made him happy ultimately made you happy too. making a b-line to the backyard he disappeared the moment you stopped the car leaving you to bring his suitcase into the house which you would definitely make him pay for later.
stopping in the kitchen after doing a once over of the house you grab everything needed to make him his dream american bbq dinner that he had been frothing over for days now. steak, corn, ribs, every texans dream reminding you of your own childhood growing up here doing things like this with your own family.
when dinner was done and cleared and the sun finally went down you eventually allowed your big child of a boyfriend to go get whatever he was planning. “daniel joseph ricciardo”
“full government eh?”
“that thing is fucking huge.”
“you act like you’ve never seen it before baby”
the dirty joke did not go over your head as you rolled you eyes but still remained concerned at the brightly colored package in his hand labeled ‘THE RED WHITE AND BLUE DEVIL’. this was the year. this year you were gonna have to explain to zak brown why you were sending daniel to the red bull ring with only one hand and missing fingers. somehow he reassured you enough or more like maybe he distracted you with enough kisses that you let him go running into the wide-open backyard looking like a kid in the candy store. when you couldn’t see him anymore in the starry sky you listened and waited before an aussie countdown came out of nowhere.
10
9
8
“DANIEL COME ON”
“you can’t rush beauty baby”
3
2
1
next thing you knew a huge sizzle was heard from the field following a giggling ricciardo running towards you as a red spark zoomed in the sky. the pace of his body could not follow his feet as he all but tripped, slamming you both to the ground as squeals coming out of you both mixed with the sounds of explosions both of you relaxing/settling in amongst the grass as each explosion hit the skyline. feeling the gaze of those huge chocolate eyes attached to the man you were all but obsessed with you found yourself also turning your eyes to the even prettier sight of the man in front of you hoping to have moments like these forever.
“happy fourth beautiful”
“happy fourth cowboy”
happy 4th babies american or not we can all enjoy some daniel!!
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evita-shelby · 9 months
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Tie your heart to mine
Chapter 7
Gif by @thecruel
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To no one’s surprise, Tom's short fuse has him quitting his job before the first week of July ends.
But someone’s gotta take Diane’s Bentley back to her office ---because she decided she wanted a red convertible that conveniently broke down the second she took it out her dad’s garage --- and now Tom’s donning the peaky blinder left on the seat to make her think he’s one of her dad’s grunts sent to drive her home.
Gets in a scrap with some bloke who accused him of stealing parts ---which he hadn’t--- because one time he stole his fresh pack of cigarettes that said fucker had stolen off a client’s car.
Didn't help that he's always in a shit mood when the anniversary of his mother's death comes around.
It fits him.
Too well, he thinks as he spots the razor blades sewn into the edge of the cap.
If he didn’t see his mum’s disappointed look every time, he considers that option, God knows where’d he be now.
But that is immediately forgotten when Di gets into the back seat and complains about him not opening the door for her.
For someone who can occasionally see the future, she could be caught by surprise far too often.
“Where to, Miss. Shelby?” He tries not to grin but fails to when she recognized his voice.
“Please tell me you didn’t.” Is all she answered, looking concerned for him.
Worried like he sold his soul to the devil for her.
“Nah, just wanted to mess with you.” He said taking it off to her relief.
She grew up with a gangster as a father, not just any gangster. One so powerful the crown feared him, so they let him do as he pleased.
In short, Thomas Shelby was untouchable.
And Tom Bennett had been the only man not afraid of him.
“How about you show me the sights, pretty boy?” she asked teasing him now that her fears for him have been pushed away by her love for games.
They’ve done this before, him driving, her torturing him until he stops the car has his way with her in the backseat.
Last time it hadn’t even been her car, it just been some old ford in the shop.
“Only if you return the favor, Lady Di.”
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If her mom hadn’t given her enough of her contraception concoction, Diane would have not been so eager to fuck the one man not afraid of her father.
Jack had only wanted her because she was too wild to be proper and perfect for a no strings attached arrangement.
He would be president, his wife a perfect American girl and cursed to be holding him as he dies from a bullet to the head.
Diane had been relieved to know that wasn’t her future.
Her future lies here with Tom.
Tom who is telling her all the filthy things he wants to do now that he has the entire afternoon free.
The young witch is too busy trying to get her boyfriend out of his clothes to see the ten-year-old girl sitting on the small French table she uses for private meals.
“You should take tomorrow off; I want to take you somewhere.” He said in between kisses and stops when he looks up from the couch they barely fit on.
The sight of Florence is enough to send her into a panic and shoved her boyfriend off her.
“Jesus Christ, Flora, what are you doing here?” Diane asked as she made sure Tom was alright and buttoned her blouse just as he put his shirt back on.
“I ran away.” She answered with her mouth full and wearing her favourite pleated dress. “Took mom’s Mercedes and told the driver I had permission to come see you.”
“I ran away, I took a roll.” Tom commented as he finished buttoning his shirt. “Nice to meet ya, Florence.”
“Is your name really Thomas Michael?” Flora asked and he extended his hand for her to shake.
“Thomas Michael Bennett.” He answers and she giggles as she introduced herself as Florence Eleanor Shelby as they shook hands.
Tom is surprisingly good with children; Lois likes to say its because he acts like an overgrown child.
But he treats kids like he treats everyone else (if a bit more considerate with their feelings).
“Alright, the drive is roughly two hours long, that gives us four hours before mom and dad come to get you. What made you run off like that, Florence?” Diane normally has more patience for her baby sister ---a miracle because when she was little, she absolutely could not stand her---but today she is shit out of luck.
“Charlie joined the army while he was in London with dad. There was a lot of yelling and crying, I didn’t want to be there before dad finds out.” Florence answered and Tom winced.
Many were enlisting and recruiters were hounding any man between the ages of 20 and 25 to join up.
Won’t be long before they’re all conscripted anyways.
Will Tom join up because he wants to or because he has to?
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While they wait for her mother to pick up Florence, Tom has the bright idea of taking her to Belle Vue.
It is fun, makes Florence forget the shit waiting at home and gives her the chance to see a different side of Tom.
Flora takes to him like fish to water and giggles with a blush when he wins her a teddy bear at a game.
Didn’t matter that Tom knew which way the game was rigged having come here often with other girls.
“I like you. I really hope you stick around, Tom.” Flora gives him her approval after pushing Dia aside so she could be in the middle of them two.
“I am going to stick around, told your old man so.” With the way he assured her, it was almost as good as an I love you.
Especially how he looked at her when he said it. Determined, a rare thing to see in him.
“I heard him tell mom that you said you loved Dia, that he could give you all the money in the world it wouldn’t stop you from loving her.” Flora admits. “Jack ran the moment dad asked him to choose between her and his career back in America, you know.”
That was news to Diane.
“Well, unlike Jack, I got nothing to lose except your sister.” He whispers as if it were some big secret.
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charliedawn · 2 years
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Hello! I don't know if asks are open. If they aren't, you can fully ignore this and I apologize. However if they are open, how would both Penny brothers react to Michael Myers' shy daughter (who is a new patient) being their shared mate? Also, what kind of best friend would Carrie be to said new female patient?
Thank you in advance and I hope you have the best morning/evening. 🙂
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Carrie would immediately be drawn to you as she would recognize herself in you and appreciate your introversion.
Carrie isn't one to make friends easily, but she found something in you that made her feel as if she could open up to you.
You helped each other become a little bit braver and she found in you an anchor and you found in her someone who you could relate to and laugh with when times are rough.
You then quickly became best friends and she even introduced you to her adoptive father (Liam) and her other adopted sister (Sadako).
She basically made you part of the family.
Carrie was the first one to notice the soft spot that the Penny Brothers have for you.
She didn’t want to pry, but she overheard one of their arguments about you and decided to tell you.
You *surprised at the news* : "Nah..Stop pulling my leg here !"
Carrie : "Come on. It's obvious, Y/N. The way they're looking at you..They really like you."
You *shake your head* : "No way..They can't..They wouldn't..*moment of silent thinking*...Would they ?"
Carrie *roll her eyes and smiles* : "You really are clueless..They were practically drooling, during all dinner."
You *laughs* : "And ? What's new ?"
Carrie *laughs too* : "Good point."
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Both clowns became infatuated with you for different reasons.
Penny saw in you a challenge and Pennywise, an equal.
Penny is outgoing and the type of clown to crack a smile on anyone’s face and he saw your shyness as something he may use to his advantage (still evil clown here)
He saw it as his personal goal to make himself your only friend at first and then, your only mate.
Penny *smiles widely when he sees you and takes your hand to dance with you in front of everyone* : "COME ON, Y/N ! COME DANCE WITH ME ! LET'S HAVE SOME FUN..*pulls you closer to whisper in your ear*..Let all the idiots see who you belong to.."
He would make sure that everybody knows you're taken..Permanently.
However, Pennywise wouldn't see it the same way.
Pennywise *glares at the both of you dancing before walking away with his hands in his pockets and trying to get away from the crowds*
You *notice and run after him* : "Pennywise ! Wait.."
Pennywise *surprised when you grab him by the arm and smile up at him*
You : "Where are we going ?"
Him *smiles and shrugs* : "Where you wanna ?"
You *think about it* : "How about..*favorite place* ?"
Him *smiles and nods* : "Fine by me.."
Pennywise can create illusions and its something you both like to do to get away from the world.
Penny can too, but Penny has trouble controlling his powers sometimes and could very well send you both to a whole other place, a nightmarish one with alternate dimensions' abominations.
Pennywise is more experienced and was enticed by your shy nature and kind-hearted personality.
Things…changed, when they discovered they were both after the same mate.
What you have to understand is that it will be difficult for the clowns to share.
They are both pretty possessive and are quick to become jealous, especially since Penny is very sure of himself and his brother is not.
Penny will try to assert dominance very quickly.
Penny *giggles as he understands that his brother is after the same mate as him and tilts his head to the side with a mocking grin* : "You should quit now, brother..Before you get hurt."
Pennywise *glares at him and huffs a laugh* : "Really ? And why is that ?"
Pennywise *giggles again, as if the answer is obvious* : "Because, they'll eventually choose me at the end."
Pennywise would be overwhelmed with self-doubt, as he knows Penny is right.
Penny is cuter, younger and his shape-shifting powers more evolved than his would ever be..
And besides that, Pennywise would do anything for Penny, even forgetting his own happiness and let him have you..
But, then would appear Michael and his words of wisdom. 😂
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Michael *sighs and writes down* : "Why the long face ?"
Pennywise *growls half-heartedly* : "You wouldn’t understand.."
Michael *arks a skeptical eyebrow and writes down* : "Try me.."
Michael is not only your father, he acts as a father figure to all of the slashers and even though he is quite protective, he is not particularly possessive.
He understands that the mating process is not one you choose and would do his best to help the Penny Brothers.
He would try to be as understanding as possible and not let his affection for you keep you away from your happiness.
He would help you if you've got doubts, but also help the Penny Brothers if they come to him for advice.
...However, if they hurt you ?
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Myers doesn't have any fears.
May God have mercy on the Penny Brothers..because the boogeyman won't have any.
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Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader (she/her)
Requested by: anon
Written for: my 200 follower celebration (open)
Word Count: 604
Summary: Dean liked to suprise Y/N. Especially if he found a fun weakness in the process
A/N: you have no idea how much fun I had with this one! Gotta love a smiley Dean. The prompt is in bold
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Y/N was humming quietly to herself when she cracked the egg into the pan. The oil was sizzling loudly as the cold yolk met the hot material and she took an involuntary step backwards.
While she was swaying her hips to the rhythm in her head, Y/N kept her eyes focused on her food. The last time she had made the mistake of checking for clean plates with something on the stove, they had been scratching pancake batter from the walls for months. Y/N stood by the point that it was absolutely Sam's fault though. Fucker shouldn't have tried to steal it right out of the pan.
That was also the reason why Y/N didn't hear the footsteps until it was too late.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a muscular chest. Y/N squeaked in surprise and let go of the spatula and in consequence of her only weapon.
She needn't have worried about weapons though, she realized a moment later as Y/N felt a very familiar laugh rumble through the body behind her.
"Dean Michael Winchester!" She scolded, a little out of breath from the shock, "how dare you!"
"I'm sorry," he said, decidedly not sorry if the ongoing chuckles were anything to go by, "I didn't mean to scare you."
Dean buried his face in her neck when he said that and peppered soft kisses all over the sensitive skin there. Despite herself, Y/N started to laugh with him, as the gentle brush tickled incredibly.
"My my, what have we here." The pure glee about his discovery would have melted Y/N into a mere puddle on the ground if Dean hadn't started his attack immediately.
Before she could have reacted in any possible way, Dean was blowing raspberries into the crook of her neck - though his laughter made it harder and at the same time tickle even more. Y/N started squirming as the laughter was wrecking through her body but Dean simply flexed his arms and trapped her.
"Nooooo," she complained in between giggles and tried to get away half heartedly.
Instead of being nice, Dean went face first into the fight, a huge smile - that she currently couldn't see - on his lips and rubbed his five o'clock scruff right into the spot under her chin. Y/N all but heatbutted him in the fit of laughter that this action punched out of her.
Just when the smell of burned egg cut through the air, Y/N called for truce. Her belly was in severe post-tickle-attack pain, her cheeks flushed. "I surrender! My eggs are burning."
The last statement was enough to send Dean reeling again but he let go of her.
While Y/N was saving what was supposed to be a snack, Dean was busy trying to stay serious and catching his breath.
"You're a special one, huh?" She said eventually and leaned against the counter behind her to watch her boyfriend calm down.
Dean nodded solemnly. "The most special one, indeed."
"Too precious for this world," Y/N agreed, only half joking. Of course, Dean only rolled his eyes.
"Can I get a proper hello kiss now?" He asked, smiling innocently.
Y/N snorted. "Only if you promise to behave."
But she was moving already.
Dean caught her around the waist this time and luckily both his hands and face stayed away from dangerous tickle-territory. He raised his eyebrows at her as if he knew what she had just thought. "I'm always behaving."
Now, it was Y/N's turn to roll her eyes. "Sure you are. Now shut up and kiss me."
"Yes, madam."
And boy, did Dean kiss her.
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vroomvroommbtch · 1 year
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So it goes: Chapter 30 - MI x OC
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Summary: Babysitting a rebel baby and some snuggles leads two silly godparents to realize they're ready to give a little step forward in their relationship.
Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC
Warnings: Mentions of smut, Maggie being an anxious mess and snuggles all over the place.
Word count: 5.8k
A/N: HI! I’m still sick and I still feel like I’m dying but if I could handle 8 hours of work I can handle being in front of my computer for ten minutes. Gonna keep it short cause I still feel like dying. Hope you’re happy after you read this one. Let me know what u think? Also please keep sending me anons talking about Michael and Blake bc u make my day! Okay, thanks for the love and likes and all. See you soon🫰🏻
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Chapter 30 - Lego house. 
Michael asked her to not think about the whole McLaren subject for the weekend, and she did it. She tried to keep all those problems away from her head on her sister’s big day, but as soon as the slight hangover was overcome it all came again.
Daniel always said that the best solution for a hangover was some slow sweet lovemaking in the morning and Maggie normally hated to say Daniel was right about something, but he was. Waking up with the feeling of Michael slowly spreading her legs was something Maggie never took for granted. His lips peppered the skin of her thighs with kisses and then the feeling of his mouth doing magic as he got lost between her legs was all she needed to forget how terrible idea it was to mix so much wine, champagne, and then some tequila.
The all-time nerd Michael always joked and said -secretly and just to her- his favorite way to help with her migraines was to increment her dopamine level and there was no better way to do it than orgasms. Even if she didn’t have a terrible migraine, that morning wasn’t different and Michael took care of removing all traces of pain from her head, first with his mouth, second fucking her nice and slow, and one last time with his fingers as he was still buried deep inside her.
He also took care of keeping both of them as quiet as possible, shushing her with his hands and fingers, but also with kisses and words. He repeated how beautiful she was, how incredible she felt, and especially how good she was for taking him after all the mess they made the previous night. And he was nothing but right because if it wasn’t enough with their little hiding game in the middle of the party, they went back to their room to a second round with Maggie riding him as they were still wearing their clothes. He was absolutely obsessed with how breathtaking she looked in her dress and shoes and Maggie was still not over how incredibly hot he looked in his suit, so they didn’t even take the time to get rid of their clothes. The only thing Maggie did was move his pants and boxers down and out of the way and unbutton his shirt completely as Michael moved the straps of her dress out of her shoulders, making the upper part of it fall enough for him to play with her breasts as much as he wanted. That’s how they spent the early morning and then the morning, wrapped around each other as they started and celebrated their third anniversary in the best possible way.
Between ‘Happy anniversary, mo grá’, ‘Best three years of my life, sweetheart’, ‘Why do we have to get out of bed?’, ‘Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that’, ‘At least let's try to keep it quiet’, and uncountable ‘I love yous’, millions of compliments more and so many giggles that could wake everyone in the residence, Maggie tried to ignore everything.
For moments it worked. When they were having breakfast with all her family, when she heard Olivia giggling uncontrollably, when she saw her happily married favorite couple, and especially when she saw her boyfriend with their niece, all the problems went away.
But as they drove back to the city and into reality, she couldn’t stop thinking. She was still mad about Andreas breaking the news about Daniel’s replacement right there in Hungary when Mclaren ruined his race. She was still furious, she was still wanting to burn the MTC to the ground and she still wanted to destroy Andreas and Zak with her bare hands, but adobe all, she was still sad. They were taking the Sunday off to go back home and recompose after the party, but the next day it was back to negotiations and phone calls. And even if Maggie couldn’t do anything to help, -and not even Michael could do much-, she was worried.
The whole drive back to her apartment Maggie was lost somewhere inside her head, holding Michael’s hand while she looked nowhere outside the windows, not even paying attention to the music that was playing and not even making jokes about how Michael didn’t like to drive. The only thing that brought her back to reality was Michael’s lifting their joined hands to his lips to kiss her knuckles from time to time or his soft voice singing quietly along with one or another song that was playing.
Even when they were back home she felt off, so Michael took it as his task to bring her back to reality, make her switch off for the rest of the afternoon and night, and especially make her forget about her worries. He started with making her favorite tea, putting on one of her favorite playlists with old music, and filling the tube with hot water and her favorite things to put into the water to help her relax.
When everything was set and done, Michael took Maggie to the bathroom, help her undress, took off his clothes, and then they both got into the water. Like some kind of magic, it felt like all her worries disappeared into the water. It was that and the smell of her favorite bath salts that helped her relax, but more than anything, it was her boyfriend.
While their right hands were laced over her stomach, her left hand just moved over his arm, but Michael’s left hand just stroked her head, knowing that always made her relax. Added to his kisses over her temple and her back against his chest, Maggie was in her little piece of heaven. Between soft and loving kisses, and even more compliments than that morning, they spent their time in the water talking about nothing and everything, but one particular thing stuck with Maggie that day.
They were talking about how they needed to be back in London in a couple of days and between jokes Maggie said something as silly as ‘I could simply just stay there forever’ to which Michael answered with a very chill and simple ‘What would be so bad about it?’. But like a bad movie with very bad timing, his phone interrupted them. Even when Michael decided to not pick up because his phone was somewhere in the living room and he wasn’t going to disrupt their peace, the conversation changed it, leaving Maggie with more questions than when she got into the water.
They didn’t talk about it when the phone stopped ringing. They didn’t talk about it either when they got out of the water, or when they dried out and made her lay down in bed to give her a massage so she would relax. Michael didn’t mention it when they were talking about what should they order for dinner or even during dinner. And Maggie didn’t say a thing when they went to bed. She knew having a little pillow talk about it would fix more than one question inside her head, but she was too tired. They were so tired that they just fall asleep before they could say much about anything.
By lunchtime, there was a double preoccupation inside her head, but Maggie didn’t have much time. On Monday everyone was going back to their lives, which included her parents going back to work, Joe and Grace flying back to Perth, and Daniel and Michael back to training. But Michael and Maggie insisted to Jas and Daniel take a day off as parents to enjoy being a newly married couple even if just for a day, so after their session, Michael came back with Olivia in his arms. To say she melted every time she saw them together was an understatement, but to see them together coming home in Dublin somehow made it more special. She couldn’t explain it, but as soon as she got her niece and her boyfriend in her arms, she forgot what she was even thinking about.
Once in a while during the morning one of those goddamn questions would jump into her mind, but they would automatically be erased with something silly or funny Olivia would do. But suddenly it all was interrupted by something as terrible as Olivia not wanting to eat. Maggie tried everything and all the techniques always worked, but somehow this time it was impossible. Olivia would turn around her face with a pout on her lips, saying something in her own baby language and ignoring Maggie in such a way that would make her feel nothing but awful. It made her feel like she has a fifteen years old niece instead of seven months old one.
“I know you miss mom and dad, póirín, but if you eat the whole thing I promise you I’ll tell you a story for nap time. I’ll tell you about the Irish queen and the Aussie king defeating the evil American CEO. How about that?” Maggie asked, faking the excitement to see if she would get any reaction from Olivia. But all Maggie got was even more illogical mumbling from the baby in front of her. “Yeah, you don’t understand shit about what I’m saying. Mike, I need backup, babe!”
The last thing Maggie wanted was to bother Michael while he was making lunch, especially when she was supposed to do something as simple as feeding Olivia the fruit purée Michael made for her. But desperate time needed desperate measures and nobody could beat Michael at convincing Olivia to eat.
“Coming!” he yelled from the kitchen and in no time, he was with his hands on Maggie’s shoulders, kissing the top of her head. “What’s up?”
“Práta doesn’t want to eat and clearly I’m the worst aunt in the universe” Maggie breathed, leaving the tiny lavender spoon right on the plate that was over the table.
“That's not true” Michael insisted, kissing Maggie’s head once again. In no time he grabbed another chair, sitting right beside Maggie and in front of Olivia’s high chair. “C’mon, teeny, we don’t want a frown on auntie’s forehead. Can you eat this for uncle and auntie?”
And just like magic, Olivia opened her mouth as soon as Michael put the tiny spoon in front of her mouth, eating the whole thing with a smile on her face. There was no need to make any car sound, any airplane movement, or any game, she just eat it like it was nothing. “I can’t blame her, y'know? I can’t say no to your face either”
“You know how she is. It's the Irish gen inside her. And you’re exactly the same” he affirmed, kissing her shoulder before he grabbed another spoon to feed her. “You two look the same but she has curls”
“That’s cause we both look like Jas. Then people ask us if she’s our baby”
Maggie wasn’t joking when she said people always thought Olivia was hers and Michael’s daughter. Every time they went out the three of them, someone would make a comment and they would automatically assume she was theirs. Ninety percent of the time they would explain that she was their niece, but more than once Michael would just play along. Just like that day in Surrey where he lied to the old lady in the restaurant saying that Maggie was his wife while they weren’t even officially dating, Michael would just joke around not correcting them as they would say some compliment about how adorable and beautiful their daughter was. Most of the time Maggie would play along too, joking with him and whoever was talking with them, but some other times she just elbowed him, trying to not laugh as she insisted that one day he would get them in trouble.
As Michael kept himself busy with his task, Maggie just left her head resting against his shoulder with her eyes closed. But no time passed before she felt his lips over her head again, peppering her skin with kisses. “It's gonna be alright, Mags. Dan will find out a solution. You know it’ll be fine, your cards said so. And he has the crystal you gave him, so you shouldn’t worry” he whispered against her head, making her smile slightly.
It wasn’t just the fact that Michael knew she was worried about their friend, but the fact that he mentioned the cards. Being the niece of a tarot reader, Maggie grew fascinated with everything related to that. But that fascination not only showed in her tattoos and the books in her library but also in the tarot decks in her home and her suitcase. Aunt Mimi taught her a thing or two about reading tarot cards and she spent her teen years practicing, but then between work and college, she left it aside. But once Maggie found herself having too much time to spare with all the traveling and coming and going, she decided to start reading books and practicing again.
That’s how one morning Michael came back from training in the gym of one of the hotels where they were staying, all to find Maggie sitting in the middle of the bed, with a couple of cards sprayed on the bed in front of her. She explained that she was asking to the cards in Daniel’s name, but that she used it more as a reflection tool. She explained that it wasn’t about looking at the future or the past but more about an interpretation. It was about a feeling and she could feel that somehow things were going to be okay. There was a change, there was somehow something he needed to let go and there was some kind of rebirth, but adobe all she could see was some calmness that came with all of it. She had no idea if all that came from a new team or a sabbatical, but she could feel things were going to be fine. But even with that, Maggie was worried. She could see how stressed Daniel was. She could see how it was affecting him. She knew it was something Daniel would normally discuss just with Jas or the boys and how he would try to hide it under a smile. She knew he wanted to be his normal self again not only for himself but especially for his wife and his daughter. But adobe all, Maggie knew he was hurting. She have know Daniel for four years and she knew behind that big shiny smile he was hurting, that’s why she did something as silly as giving him a crystal. It was just a tiny amethyst in a black bracelet made with black glass beads, and it was far from fancy or expensive, but Maggie begged him to wear it. ‘I know you don’t believe in all this shit, but it won’t harm you to keep it with you’ she insisted, and a puppy eyes look was all she needed to convince Daniel to wear it on his wrist.
On the other side was Michael who knew Maggie believed in those things, so instead of brushing it away he sat there by her side and listened to ever she had to say. Time after time he just paid attention to her, and she could even see how he was trying to memorize some of those words because it was important to her, so each time Maggie gave him a tight hug and whispered a little ‘Thank you’ in his ear.
That was exactly what was happening this time, but not even his eternal optimism could do much. “Mike, I love how much you love me and believe in me but it's not precisely science, babe. Damn, you’re a man of science so you should know better”
“All I know is I trust you. Period” he insisted, kissing her head once more before his full attention went back to Olivia and her dirty cheeks full of food. “You, little missy with those cute curls and that toothless smile, stop stressing your auntie. She doesn’t need more on her plate right now, but you need way less food on your plate” he smiled, giving her another small amount of food.
“She doesn’t understand what you say, grá” Maggie whispered, still with her eyes closed, trying not to think about the issue that had her head like a mess and how that issue could be fixed.
“She does. Right, Oli? Of course you do!”
Maggie opened her eyes at the exact perfect moment to see Michael with the biggest smile on his face as Oli looked at him, giggling at absolutely nothing. Maggie knew it was probably for the taste of the food and trying a new taste in her purée, but none of them say anything, acting like she was smiling because of what Michael said and because their niece understood their words. And as she looked at the two persons she loved more than anything in the world, Maggie couldn’t help but smile too, even if just a bit. “Twenty” she whispered out of nowhere, her voice so softly she doubted Michael even heard her.
“Twenty what?” Michael asked, but then she could see how it clicked inside his head. He was a natural with all the baby stuff. He was a natural with everything that has to do with Olivia. It all looked easy when he was doing it. Even if Olivia wasn’t a difficult baby, Michael make it all look even easier. She would magically fall asleep in no time when Michael put her in bed or when he had her in his arms. She would eat or drink her bottle in no time, even when she was in a grumpy mood. Damn, he would make her giggle uncontrollably even when she was all grumpy. He would always make tummy time funnier and would even master changing diapers way better than her. He was a natural, and to see him every day with their niece just made Maggie’s heart get warmer and melt. It made her want to have twenty babies with him, especially knowing they would probably be as amazing as him. Twenty babies with that big smile, those shiny eyes, and that huge heart didn’t sound bad at all. “Oh! I don’t know if twenty, but I remember we said three” he smiled as soon as he remembered that crazy night at Lily’s apartment where there was too much tequila and champagne to say anything logical at all.
“Mmm nop. Two. That’s it”
“We’ll see about that” he smiled, giving Olivia her last spoon and cleaning her face with a napkin, trying to fix the mess of purée in her cute chubby cheeks and teeny mouth. “See? It wasn’t that hard. There was no reason to make auntie Mags feel bad, you little thing”
“The evil gen also comes from my side of the family. Sorry about that” Maggie joked, placing her arms around his waist as she got closer to kiss his cheek. “You smell so fucking good, it's not fair” she murmured, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and getting lost for a second in his smell and warmth.
“You’re not evil. You’re too good to be true, actually” he corrected her, moving away from her only enough to take Olivia out of her chair. Once he had her, Michael turned to the side of his chair so he would be able to look at Maggie while he held Olivia standing on his legs. “We made a deal, remember? Not bottling things up inside you, babe. I can’t read minds. And don’t you dare deny it or say you’re sleepy. I know you are but this is something else” he stated, looking from their niece to Maggie’s eyes.
Of course he knew something else was in her mind.
“In my defense, I’m not a morning person and you know it. You promised to love me no matter what” she smiled, stroking Olivia’s head as she looked at Michael. But clearly, the bad joke didn’t help, because Michael didn’t say a thing, he just waited for her to talk. “I was just thinking about that thing you said yesterday”
“You gotta be more specific, sweetheart. Yesterday was long and we said too many things”
Maggie knew he was right. They said too many things, but especially they made too many promises. From not breaking up ever again -even if t wasn’t technically a breakup- to talk about everything and not bottling up anything or not keeping things from each other, they promised to do everything in their power to make it work. But besides that, they just joked -especially when they were slightly tipsy at the party- about how many dogs and babies they would have one day because Olivia needed more cousins besides Isabella and Issac. Michael even joked saying he loved Maggie so damn much that he would go back to civil engineering just for once to design and build the green house that Maggie always wanted and always draw when she was a little kid. Michael insisted he was ready to make it just like she always wanted it, with the flowers outside, the tree right there in the left part of the entrance, the chocolate dog, the cute red car, and the white picket fence. Maggie laughed her ass off when she heard all that, insisting that he didn’t need to do any of that, especially since he didn’t need to go back to engineering or do anything for her to love him more than anything in the world. But all jokes aside, they said again and again and again how much they loved each other and how they were the love of each other’s lives. That was the only important thing after the terrible months they spent apart. That was everything they needed to hear to know it was going to be alright.
“You said ‘What would be so bad about it?’ when I was joking about staying at your place forever” she explained, playing with the hem of Olivia’s shirt as she looked down at her hand while her brain kept yelling how it was such a terrible idea to bring that up.
“So that was eating your brain. I knew something was bothering you” he smiled, holding Olivia with one arm as he extended his free hand for Maggie to grab. “C’mere with us, c’mon”
“You always know when something is bothering me. It's one of your superpowers” Maggie murmured, grabbing his hand and going straight to sit on his lap facing Olivia and holding her little hand as Michael hugged her waist. “I just- I wanted to know if you mean it. Nothing else. And yes, you can say I’m stupid”
“You’re not stupid, Mags. And yes, I mean it. It's been three years. I think it's about damn time for us to stop running in circles” he affirmed, kissing her cheek and then Olivia’s cheek, making the baby giggle and make the most adorable sound in the world. “You want your aunt Mags to live with me? Is that giggle a yes? You want that?” he asked Olivia, as he kept kissing her cheek, and also tickled her tummy, which only made her laugh even harder.
“So you… You want me to live with you? Like permanent? Because it's fine if you don’t… It's really fine” she whispered, placing her hands around his waist and tracing imaginary lines over his back.
The question was stupid. It was more than stupid. They spent time living together while they were in lockdown in Perth and then again in London and Dublin, but it was never an official thing. It was never an 'I live with my boyfriend' and more like 'I’m staying at my boyfriend’s'. Even if Michael insisted his apartment was hers too and if she had the keys, and even when he had the keys to her apartment, it was never their place. But the question felt even more stupid considering the amount of time they spent together and how they shared hotel rooms week after week. It was stupid because every single weekend they were away in some city, Michael would kiss her forehead and say ‘Let’s go home’ as he would grab their bags to leave and go back to whenever they were going. It was stupid because Maggie knew ‘home’ could be his place or hers or Perth or Dublin or London, but Michael was simply talking about being with her. Home was whenever their favorite cups were. Home was whenever they could lay down and snuggle for a while as a record played in the back. Home was them together, and the rest could be fixed, but somehow, Maggie was dying to live with him.
“Sweetheart, we kind of live together already. We spent the last three years sharing hotel rooms. When we’re not traveling we’re together one way or another. Your things are at my place. Half of the closest is yours already” he explained, trying to keep himself from smiling as he mentioned the last part.
“Bullshit! You’ve more clothes than I do!” she exclaimed as she slapped his chest, making Olivia giggle as she looked at her uncle and aunt laughing. “But you’re right, we kind of live together” Maggie affirmed, taking a deep breath as she looked at him. It took just one look at his favorite pair of brown eyes to know he was right. Between hotel rooms and his place, they lived together, so there was no difference. “We’re not gonna blow it up again, right? I mean, if we do it. Cause I can’t lose you” she finally confessed, smiling sadly as she stroked his cheek.
“Sit here one second, baby” he whispered to Olivia, making her sit right over Maggie’s lap, to which Maggie took care of holding her with one arm around her tiny body. And as soon as his hands were free, they were on her face, holding her carefully as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs., making Maggie look right into his eyes again. “Move in with me. I promise nothing bad is gonna happen. I promise it’ll be alright, Mags. It's just gonna get better. I know you’re scared but we’re not gonna blow it up. I’m not allowing it. This is just another step and I really wanna make it with you. I know we can make it work”
It was the way Michael said it that made Maggie melt. It was the way his brown eyes looked at her that made her believe he was right. It was just another step and it was right to do it. It was the most normal thing in the world and there was nothing she wanted more, so she couldn’t let all her fears ruin it. Not when part of that fear kept them apart for months. Not when part of that fear was responsible for all the bad things that happened to them.
She took a long breath before she placed her forehead against his, being as careful as to not crush Olivia in the middle of them.
“I’m yours and you’re mine, so fuck the rest, right?” she whispered, stealing a soft, loving peck from his lips, which only made Michael smile like a happy man. “You know how to convince your girlfriend to move with you. You do know. Your uncle’s a smart man, Oli” Maggie smiled, moving away from Michael to place a kiss over Olivia’s head, who automatically yawned, rubbing her right eye with her tiny hand. “Come here, munchkin. It's time for a nap nap?” Maggie spoke to Olivia while she grabbed her, carried her small body in her arms, and made her rest against her chest.
Then the room became silent except for the music playing in the back, to which Maggie was singing softly for Olivia. It was almost a whisper in the baby’s ear, but it was enough to make her fall asleep in some minutes. Jas always said aunt Maggie singing some lullaby and uncle Mike’s cuddles were like magic to make Olivia fall asleep, and it was true. As Maggie sang, Michael stroked carefully Olivia’s small back and in no time she was sleeping peacefully in her godparents’ arms.
“Works every single time. I mean, I fall asleep in a second too when I use you as a pillow and you sing, so I get it” Michael whispered, stroking Olivia’s chubby pink cheeks with his thumb, being as careful as possible to not wake her up. What she also got from her mother’s side -and from her aunt in some sort of way- was the grumpiness if someone interrupted her naps, so nobody wanted to deal with it.
“It's my superpower. I’m like a Pokémon. Tiny and with powers. Basically like Jigglypuff, making people sleep when they sing” she joked and could see Michael trying to hide the smile that was trying to appear on his face. “What? I loved Pokemon. You know it”
“I do know” he nodded, eyes locked with hers. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you that I can’t even explain it”
Maggie couldn’t help but lean against his hand and kiss his palm when Michael went from stroking Olivia’s back to touching Maggie’s face. She couldn’t help but kiss his skin as many times as possible as she smiled because she understood perfectly the feeling. She couldn’t even put into words the way she felt about Michael. It was something beyond love. It was love but also adoration, devotion, need, passion, and a commitment so deep that she knew they would do anything for each other. She knew it was the kind of love people would die to have and the kind that people write stories and songs about. It was the kind that Maggie dreamt of her whole life. “It's like an ‘I’m so obsessed with you that I’d do anything for you and I can’t understand what the fuck are you doing with me but thank God you are with me other way I don’t know how I would survive’ kind of stuff? Cause I get it. Happens to me all the time. Especially when I see your face” she affirmed.
“That’s the exact word. I’m fucking obsessed with you. And I see you like this with her and I just- I really really love you so much, Mags. I really do” Michael insisted, getting closer to kiss her lips as softly and carefully as possible. But this time, he didn’t move away from her, he just nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, all without bothering Olivia who was all comfortable resting on the other side of Maggie’s chest.
“I know you do. Nobody else would ever handle my shit the way you do. That’s why I say I’m the luckiest. Besides you’re fucking handsome. The biggest heart and hot as hell. You don’t find all that in a guy that easily” she whispered, resting her head over his.
“Like a legendary Pokémon?”
“And he’s also smart”
And then again, that’s how they stayed for longer than they should have, almost forgetting about lunch and whatever Michael was preparing. Maggie didn’t care at all if she was hungry, not when right there by her side was her whole world. Sleeping against her right shoulder was her niece with one of her little hands resting on Maggie’s chest. And on the other side was Michael, who Maggie knew wasn’t asleep, but who was taking a minute off with his favorite girls, ignoring everything around them. But Maggie thought she could explode out of love when Michael grabbed Olivia’s hand resting both of them over her chest. That was all she ever needed. That was all she ever wanted.
“Are you still there?” she whispered, rubbing her face slowly over his.
“Five minutes more?”
“I give you ten”
“Let's just spend the day here” he proposed, and that was an offer that didn’t come from Michael often, so Maggie was more than tempted to say yes and forget about whatever plan he made for them. Nobody needed a walk in the park when Dublin was all cloudy and rainy.
“Don’t tempt me”
The way Michael suddenly tightened his grip around her waist was the easiest way to let Maggie know that maybe he mean it when he said he wanted to stay in. It happened counted times in the four years she have been knowing him and especially in the three years they had been together, so maybe taking the offer was the best thing to do. “Are you sick? Do you have a fever? My laziness is finally contagious? Cause that’s the only way to make you want to stay home” she joked, kissing his cheek as better as she could, but with it, she also took her chance to check if his face wasn’t warm. “No, but really, I’m not kidding. Are you okay?”
“I’m alright” he insisted, taking a deep breath as he moved his hand under her shirt to draw invisible lines in her skin. “Don’t move or you’ll wake her up” he whispered in her ear, stroking Olivia’s hand. But in the middle of it, still sleeping Olivia grabbed his thumb with her tiny hand, not letting Michael move his hand anymore.
“Mike, babe, look at me. What’s going on?” Maggie wondered again.
“Please tell me you’re moving with me. Please. I’m ready to get on my knees and beg for you to say yes” he murmured, covering her neck with kisses, making it impossible for her to say something else that wasn’t yes. “Please, say yes, love”
“I’ve conditions before I say yes, but we can talk about the first now and then leave the rest for later” Maggie started, trying to sound as serious as possible as Michael simply nodded in agreement. “Tell me you love me?”
It was the most stupid and ridiculous thing in the whole universe, and Maggie knew it. She knew how much Michael loved her and he didn’t need to say a thing for her to know, but she just wanted to see his face when he heard that stupid condition. And she wasn’t disappointed when he finally raised his head to look at her, because when he did, there was the biggest smile he could offer.
“I love you more than anything or anyone in the universe, Margaret” Michael affirmed. There was not a single doubt in his brown eyes. That was all Maggie needed. That was all she wanted, but even after that, she was planning to invent another silly condition, especially if that meant Michael smiling at her.
“Good. Then I’m moving” she shrugged and she was surprised Olivia didn’t wake up with the way Michael kissed Maggie at that moment. And even if Olivia woke up all grumpy and crying, it was absolutely fine because there was nothing they couldn’t fix if they were together.
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fic-crews · 2 years
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Hey you two! <3 How are you doing? I have a little writing/letter request, if it's not too much trouble 🥺. I'd love a love letter from (RZ) Michael Myers to me/reader insert. I've gotten a new job that is rather tiring and have missed spending time writing and doing arts n crafts because of that. That includes spending less time immersed in daydream or writing for Mikey;; and i miss that. I hope this makes sense and that I'm doing this right. 🦋 Hope you both have wonderful day! Sending my love and kindest regards!
AN: Hello Meadow, it’s Fang! I’m sorry to hear your new job is tiring, but I’m so proud of you for getting it! That’s amazing that you landed the position! I’ve also been hella busy which is why it took me so long to write this. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.
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Micheal was agitated, more so that usual. You’d been gone more and more lately. His friend, his plaything… his prey! Micheal didn’t know what you were to him. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty, you were his! And he thought you understood that to, that you’d come up with a mutual understanding of how this all worked. But here you were, not home, not by his side. And Micheal was livid!
He knew he’d been gone for a while. He had to hide away for a few weeks until the police lost his trail. He wouldn’t risk leaded them back to you, putting you in harms way like that. He could survive prison, you couldn’t. But he was back now, and he expected a greeting when he walked through the door. But you never came. He checked the whole house, but you were no where to be seen. The house was a wreck now, but Micheal didn’t care. He just wanted you. His rock, his reason, his purpose.
So when you came home that night, you were shocked. Everything was in disarray, walls with holes, tables flipped, broken glass everywhere. It was a nightmare. You slowly dropped the groceries and carefully stepped over the clutter. You called out, hoping the intruder wasn’t still in the house. You moved your way through the kitchen as quietly as you could. A scream nearly escaped your mouth as big hands wrapped around you. One on your torso and the other over your mouth. Most people would be panicked, but you recognised those hands, his hands.
You spun yourself around in Micheal’s arms so you were now facing. Although do you the height difference your face was in the middle of his chest.
“Micheal, what are you doing? You scared me!” You scolded, although your voice got softer at the end.
You couldn’t never really stay made at him. He was just as much yours as you were his. The two of you belonged together. A match made in hell, or so Sam Loomis would say. That damn Sam was the reason Micheal had to leave you in the first place. And you swore you would make him pay for it. Micheal’s hands suddenly tightened around you.
“Micheal?” You asked.
He hugged tighter.
“Micheal you’re scaring me, what’s going on.”
He simply grunted and shook his head.
“You’re not gonna let me go are you?”
He nodded his head yes. You let out a little huff, before breaking into a fit of giggles. See this giant hug you right and shake his head like a love sick toddler made your heart sing. It was honestly a hilarious sight. If Michal wasn’t wearing his mask you would have saw him raise his brow at you.
“Oh baby, I missed you too.”
You finally wrapped your hands around you man, hugging him as tightly as you could manage. Although you were sure if he hugged you any tighter, he’s break bones. You didn’t really mind. He’d take care of you if you were broken, you believed that with your entire heart. Suddenly he let out an angry sounded noise. You looked up, but instead of pure rage in his heart, you saw a sadness in his eyes. That’s when you understood.
“You were worried when you came home and I wasn’t here huh?”
Another nod.
“Oh Mickey, I would never leave you! Even if that silly Sam tried to tear us apart, he couldn’t. I was at work baby. I had to get a new job so I could afford to keep the lights on, make your sweets. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here when you came home.”
You were shaking at this point. You felt terrible, and Micheal’s arms loosened around you, before he pulled you tighter into his chest and let you cry it out. The first time you cried Micheal felt panicked, he wasn’t used to such emotions. But now you cry for the both of you. Feeling Micheal’s emotions for him so he’s never uncomfortable.
You squeaked when he picked you up, carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom. The room was just as messy as the rest of the house, but you didn’t care, you could clean it later. And of course you’d make Micheal help, it was his mess after all. He gently laid you on the bed, leaving only to grab the blanket that was now half way across the room. He climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his side, pulling you into his strong chest. You snuggled up to him.
“I promise to give you my work schedule now that you’re back Micheal, just promise you won’t try to kill my boss ok? I really need this job.”
When he didn’t respond you squinted up at him.
“Promise me baby!”
He gave way at the nickname. And nodded his head.
“Good, now let’s gets some rest. Lord knows we both need it.”
You closed your eyes, trying to push yourself further into him. Almost as if the two do you would merge if you tried hard enough. When Micheal was sure you were fast asleep, he slowly lifted up the edge of his mask, bending down to give you a light kiss on the forehead. Micheal drifted off to sleep with the only person her cared about tight in his arms.
An: so sorry this was so short, but I hope you like it anyways @myers-meadow please take some time for yourself after work, and just try to relax. Don’t let the stress get to you so much. You can always talk to me if you need to. Love you bestie ❤️
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“You’re so nearsighted. You think the whole world wants to suck your cock,” Michael reminded Thomas inside your family’s restaurant. Thomas set down his fork gently, looking up from his plate with disapproval.
“Michael, don’t ruin dinner with assumptions.” Thomas’ back hit the chair, giving him a perfect view of you. You leaned forward over a table where regular guests sat. A smile washed over your features, making Thomas wish he was the cause of your happiness. Michael snapped his neck around, seeing you walk away from the table. Thomas noted how hard Michael breathed when his attention switched to you.
Thomas decided to use his words. “Have you even fucked a woman before?” He asked, followed by him drinking his whiskey like water.
“What kind of fucking question is that?” Michael narrowed his eyes. “Now look who’s ruining dinner.” Thomas rolled his eyes and forgot he taught Michael almost everything he knows. Michael’s smirk cut into Thomas first, and then his cousin’s words twisted the knife inside his gut. “How do you know if I haven’t already fucked her?”
Thomas was built too stubborn and too cold to show his envy on his sleeve. There was something between you two. From the baked goods you made specifically for him to your lingered gaze on his face, it became adamant. Your attraction to him was there. You were only being nice to Michael, he told himself.
“Eat your food, Michael,” Thomas said.
Michael scoffed. “You don’t believe me. Do you?”
“If you did fuck her, then why does she keep looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
Thomas nodded across the restaurant. Both of them caught your lingering stare at their table. It was soft, wandering. You bit your bottom lip so gently that Thomas’ own hunger could only be satiated if he took a harder bite on you. Michael put his tongue in his cheek and smugly faced him.
“You know, she’s looking at me. Not you.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really.” Michael challenged him. “Let’s prove it, yeah?” Michael’s eyes connected with yours easily. You sped over to their table, wiping your hands down the front of your apron. Thomas allowed himself to view you as fully as he was able. Making certain that Michael knew how he looked at you and that he watched as Thomas memorized how you looked now: sweet, ready-to-be-devoured. Thomas waited for you to pine for him back in the same quiet way.
But, you only looked at Michael.
“Everything alright? Does everything taste good?” you asked. Your voice was edged with uncertainty.
“Oh, delicious,” Michael reacted. A winning smile flashed over his features. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “Send my compliments to the chef.” He winked. You giggled.
Thomas’ glare turned onto Michael like a loaded gun. He kept a conscious finger still on the pulse of his growing anger. He wouldn’t shoot off a bullet of his own making for you giggling at flirtatious touches. Any woman would do that. Michael took a bigger, bolder step.
“Are you doing anything tonight? After you close, I mean?”
You reacted quickly, your face flushed. “Well, I—
“Because I was thinking,” Michael took a look at Thomas to make sure he paid attention. “That I could come over and we could do that thing we talked about.” You stuttered in your words, trying to catch your breath as your thoughts raced ahead of you.
“Michael, that’s—I well, I—
“I’ll be back to walk you home after you close, love,” Michael pressed another kiss ito the back of your hand, marking you his territory. Glass shattered in Thomas’ hand. You leapt into action with immediate apologies and inquiries if Thomas was okay. He only glared at his cousin, planning to break his legs so he couldn’t ever walk you home ever again.
[Part Two Here] [Part Three Here]
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ringstarrr · 2 years
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Stepping outside, she is free
summary: your parents go to your shared apartment to meet ringo for the first time while he's filming the let it be documentary
paring: ringo starr x fem!reader
warnings: spoilers for the get back series, nosy parents, cursing
author's note: this is inspired on "she's leaving home". just wanted to write something for sweet boy ringo. i'm not doing well right now, so i'm focused on writing more frequently to get my mind off of things. send in requests, please!
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You were feeling insecure. Your parents were coming over to dinner to meet Ringo, and you could already hear their judgemental and not-asked for perceptions of your life with your boyfriend. They were coming in the next few hours, but you swore you saw your mother rolling her eyes.
Attempting to avoid most of the bad things they probably would say, you were cleaning and getting everything in place since the early morning. You even woke up before Ringo had to leave for the studio, which he found odd. You were a deep sleeper and liked to sleep in whenever you could, so to see you get out of bed with the birds was a surprise.
"Who died?" He asked, dazed when he walked into the kitchen to you tidying the cabinets. Ringo was fixing his suit on his shoulders. The giggle contrasted the already tired look on your face.
"No one died, Richie." You stopped, putting down the products next to you on the counter you were sitting in, legs bouncing. "Just thought the place needed some cleaning."
"On a Friday morning? Seriously?" Voice filled with disbelief, Ringo didn't believe you for one minute. Crossing his arms as he made his way to you, he continued. "What has got into your head, love?" You giggled once more, relieved to see the little smile that appeared on his lips.
"You know, Rings," you answered with a sigh. Ringo knew how stressed you were about having your parents over even without you telling him about it.
He knew the stories from when you used to live with them. Though he didn't enjoy saying it, he thought your parents were awful and mistreated you, creating a bunch of traumas you carry to this day. And oh, how Ringo cursed the hell out of them for it. That was partially one of the reasons it took so long for him to meet them. He was aware they wouldn't like him or his lifestyle at all, and he didn't like the idea of meeting the people that put you through so much misery. You were okay with it as you also didn't exactly fancy the idea, always telling them Ringo had a busy schedule and couldn't make it - yet now he didn't, and thanks to the papers, they knew about it.
Throughout January, Ringo would be making a new record with The Beatles for their new documentary directed by Michael Lindsay-Hogg - and he would also start filming a new movie next month. You two believed it was the best idea to do it that Friday since the band was still in the first days of recording and didn't have much done yet. So you told your parents it was okay for them to visit on the 10th.
"C'mon, love. You know your parents aren't going to like any of this anyways," the boy moved his hands to hold yours. Ringo kissed your knuckles, staring at you longingly. "This week's been rough at Twickenham. Can't we postpone it?" He carried on with the pecks on your hands, moving up your arms.
"If we postpone it one more time, I think my mother will straight-up yell at me over the phone," you laughed nervously. You comprehended how tired Ritchie was - the whole relationship between the lads was crumbling right before their eyes. Ringo usually had the peacemaker role, trying to make it work even with the tension around them. But that was until the White Album's sessions a few months before. He felt so isolated and disconnected from the others so he left the group, coming back after a couple of days. Ringo was a chill and easy-going guy, and the mediator role was still his, yet things were different. It looked like he had to navigate Paul and John downplaying George's ideas and contributions. They were treating Ringo a little nicer since he walked out during the sessions of their previous record, yet, George's work was still neglected and put down. The man was treated like a younger brother with little to no knowledge - and that pissed Ringo off.
The blue-eyed man smiled lightly at you, his hands covered with expensive rings moving to caress your face. He was tired. The bags under his eyes made it way more evident. "Don't want that happening," Ringo erupted his soft giggle, you joining in. "Have a good day at work, darling," he said with a kiss on your forehead.
"You too, Ritchie," you whispered back as you stroked his hair, Ringo's eyes shut for a moment. "Blow their minds, love." That made him beam like a little kid, and you knew that smirk too well.
"I'm only planning on blowing you, pretty thing," he winked, and you laughed, a tint of pink in your cheeks. Ringo connected your lips, holding your face tightly as you two kissed for the first time that day. He enjoyed taking his time to kiss you properly and to make you feel all mushy inside. If there was one thing Ringo certainly wanted was for you to be happy - all the time, for clarification. Once he was standing by the door, keys in hand, the drummer smiled at you again. "See you later then, baby. Love you."
"Love you too," you blew him a kiss, and after capturing it in the air, Ringo left.
Before it was time for you to catch the bus for work, you had cleaned the kitchen and the living room. Even though it was unnecessary, it was good for your mind to be at ease during the day at the office. Your nerves were in control, thank God, but you had a feeling something was wrong. You couldn't point out what it was, but you felt it once you came back from your lunch break. Something was off, and it was frustrating.
Did something happen to your parents? To Ringo? Did someone actually die? Have you done something wrong? Was one of your friends in danger? Did you forget something? You thought it through a lot as you did your tasks for the day, and no answer came. Not a sign from God. No light at all.
Your guts were telling you a piece of information you couldn't understand, and that had your mind spiralling. Out of your intuition, you silently wished and prayed Ringo was okay. Your heart was tight in your chest as the time to leave the office reached. You tried to shake it off, thinking it was probably nothing.
Back to your shared apartment, you took a shower and began getting dressed up for the evening. A sweet baby-blue dress down to your calf paired with black heels and soft makeup. After putting on Ritchie's favourite perfume of yours, you moved to the kitchen. You started cooking the meal for the unfortunate event, pasta with pesto sauce.
The table was ready since the morning, as you did so to make things easier once you got home. You took that as an opportunity to put the crystals and glasses on the dining table, choosing a wine Ringo liked to accompany the evening. Your insecurities were high, and the unsettling feeling didn't wash off, but you were making a good impression that you had your shit together.
Yet, the glass of wine in your hand could argue otherwise. You were a bit tipsy when the doorbell rang. Putting everything on a minimum level on the stove, you breathed in and out before opening the door.
"Hi," was what managed to get out of your mouth, an embarrassed expression on your face.
"Is that all you have to say, (y/n)?" Your mother said with an arrogant tone, eyebrows up, pushing herself into the apartment, your father following suit. You closed the door, shutting your eyes for a few seconds to get you on your feet.
"What do you mean, mom?" You moved to put on a record to have a distraction, to avoid making it so weird and aggressive. After putting on Out Of Our Heads by The Rolling Stones, you noticed your mother's hands on her hips and already disapproving look as she stared at you. Your father was checking the portraits on the walls. "Do you want something to drink?" You walked back to the kitchen, hearing her high pitched heels following you.
"I'll want you that wine of yours, sweetheart," your father said mindlessly from the living room. Turning the stove off, you filled him a glass. He thanked you with a nod, not even looking at you.
You took a long sip of your drink, moving to put the meal on a casserole set at the centre of the table. Your mother still was following you, sitting in front of you at the table. "You ran away, (y/n). All for that-" she cut herself, thinking of what to say. "That drummer boy."
Chewing the insides of your cheeks, you responded. "No, mother. I left so I could live a life of my own. Ringo was out of the country at the time, but you don't remember that," and it was true. Ringo was in the USA for their American tour, and your mother knew it very well since she was the one that got the letters from the postman every time. Your voice showed how the subject wasn't your favourite.
"Don't act all smart, missy!" You had to control the urge to roll your eyes. "We did everything for you, you ungrateful brat! You-"
The front door cut off the discussion. Ringo was home, and by the strong smell of cigarettes and his pained expression, your instincts were right. Something had happened. You saw the old woman shrink at the smell from the corner of your eye. You gulped down harshly.
"Good evenin', folks," Ringo tried to speak with an excited voice, yet it sounded annoyed. He smiled tiredly at you, strolling to sit beside you. Interested now, your father came to sit next to your mother. "Hi, love," he muttered and pecked your lips.
"When did you meet my daughter, Mr Starkey?" Of course, your mother would treat him like this. Your hand went to hold his under the table.
"It was in 1964," Ringo squeezed your hand and began making himself a plate. "She looked out worldly, so I tried to start a conversation." He beamed fondly at you, your face reddening. "You have a lovely daughter, miss. But I think you already know that."
"She'd be a better one if she walked the line." She was stern, eating bitterly. You bit your lower lip nervously, thinking you taste blood.
"But can you blame her, though?" Ringo's eyebrows were upon his forehead, hand going back to hold yours.
"I'm sorry?"
"Everyone deserves to live their lives, be happy," you clutched his hand with everything in you. "Unfortunately for you, (y/n) needed to get out and live by herself." Ringo continued to eat like nothing was going on.
The woman was too stunned to speak, sharing looks with her husband, who just shrugged his shoulders in response. She cleared her throat before speaking again.
"Richard," you held in a chuckle. It amazed you how she couldn't even call him by his nickname. "Do you have any plans for when this Beatle thing ends?" That seemed to send him over the edge. Ringo emitted a nasty short laugh, his hold in your hand stronger. The man's face was twisting in anger.
"A few, yeah. We're getting married, for starters." Sensing your wide-eyed gaze, Ringo stroked your hand gently. He was asking you to marry him - more like telling you, frankly - in front of your parents? You were amazed.
"You were going to marry this man without me even meeting him?" Your mother was once again astonished, while your father just looked disgusted.
"Well, miss," he cackled dryly, "now you know me," Ringo said with a sly smile, sipping the wine. It was funny to see how your mother couldn't close her mouth, utterly shocked.
After that, the dinner went silently. The Rolling Stones' record had stopped long before your parents got up to leave, thanking you for the meal and for inviting them. Locking the door and slipping out of your heels, you turned to Ringo. He was looking through your vinyl collection, eventually holding a copy of The Supremes' Reflections.
"So we are getting married now?" You crossed your arms, shoes in hand. Ringo smirked, putting the album on the victrola. He gestured for you to cuddle him on the couch. You laid on top of him, face in his chest.
"I wanted to piss your ma' off," he laughed, holding you close and kissing your hair. "But honestly, I'd love to."
"Me too," you responded after a while, running your fingers over his arm. He held even tighter, making you giggle. "And what happened? You look exhausted, honey," concern was wall over your voice. Ringo went quiet, stroking your hair.
"George left the band," he told you eventually. You noticed the sorrow in him. Looking up, you caught him crying silently. "I wish John and Paul wouldn't be so over themselves, you know?" You nodded, though you didn't know how they acted in those circumstances, yet you didn't doubt Ringo. It wasn't the first time the Lennon/McCartney duo made your boy feel like this, and it's poor enough to acknowledge there had been worse situations. Ringo's self-esteem wasn't the best, and there were times the boys didn't do much to help him, if not at all.
Stroking his cheeks and whipping the tears away, you planted soft kisses in his hands, trying to calm him down. "And do you want to talk to George, sweetie?" Your fingers moved to caress his scalp, smiling when Ritchie began purring like a little kitten.
"Yeah, of course," he purred as his face was now in the crock of your neck. "But for now, I'm going to cuddle you," he giggled against your skin, causing a wave of tingles up your spin. "And what do you say we get married?"
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deepdonutkid · 3 years
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Kismet
Requested: No
Paring: Shelby!Sister Reader x Isaiah
Words: 5624
Summary: For a year now, you had a secret relationship with Isaiah and even when he is still in the same room with you, you can’t stop feeling lonely. It’s not that you don’t love him anymore, it more about the weight of the secret you have to carry. But with Tommy as you big brother you can’t risk, telling the truth or your man might get shot.
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I was in the mood for a Shelby!Sister reader x Isaiah and it turned out to be way longer than I expected it... and I even cut out dialog... So here it is!
It’s also flavored with Junior Peaky Boys fun at the beginning. And I was inspired by my homegirl’s one shot called star and my story is an addition to hers, it’s the same night, but Bonnie has some other adventures than the reader and Isaiah.
Somehow I feel like everybody is a little ooc, but I couldn’t correct it.
Requests and tag list are still open, feel free to dm me or send me an ask.
tagging: @bonniesgoldengirl​ @justalonelyslytherin​ @theshelbyclan​ 
Warning: swear words, drinking, binge drinking, gambling, a hinted smut and a sweet ending
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It was one of those nights, nothing special, just the usual fellows around the same table in the Garrison.  You had fun nevertheless. All your friends were right there, you had enough to drink and you had a luck hand today. The cards seemed to work in your fortune.
Deviously smiling you revealed your hand. You just had won this round and it gave you unholy amounts of satisfactions. “Ha”, you cheered: “Suck it up.”
Your friend shrugged and shoved his coins in your direction. All he said was a very grumpy “There you go”, but it pleased you.
You took the money and peaked around the corner. Where was Michael with the drinks? He was like a brother to you, but he was just your cousin. Maybe it was because you were born just two months before his older sister, Anna. Even though, she was gone Michael came back to his real family and now you were closer than ever. You cared for him, more than your siblings did.
But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t hit him, if he just left the bar to fuck with some random girl. It was not about him having sex, more about leaving without telling anybody. Especially when he was supposed to get drinks for the table. You moaned and said: “Where is Michael?”
“Probably doing somebody”, Isaiah joked and lit a cigarette. Then he offered you one and you took it gladly. Actually, you bit your lip and gave him the side-eye, but you had to hide your smile in front of the others. Bonnie and Finny weren’t the smartest boys in Small Heath, but you wouldn’t risk it.
You had so much fun with Isaiah that you didn’t even know when it started. Months passed by, while you were completely caught up in your little game with him. Nobody knew it. That was mainly Isaiah’s fault. At first it amused you to keep your relationship with him secret, but now you were ready to tell your family about it. Your boyfriend didn’t like the idea.
Somehow you thought Michael started to notice. He gave you the glace, which said: “I know, dear”, but maybe you were just getting crazy. You just had to be more careful around others now and everything was fine.
The night was still young and you were keen to make Bonnie lose all his money today. He had won the boxing match earlier and the bruises were still visible, but unfortunately for him, he couldn’t win against you. It was just a card game, but it filled you with gleeful joy. This and the fact that Isaiah was sitting next to you. Sometimes he would brush your thigh with his fingers, which made you giggle even more.
“There he is”, yelled Finny while being so fucking drunk, like you never had seen him before. Michael arrived with messy hair and his tie was undone, but he had your drink and that was all that you care for. “Finally”, you fluted and ripped the glass of his hand: “Thank you, babe.”
And the whiskey was still cold, which meant he fucked the girl first and ordered the drinks afterwards. “How was she? Good?” you asked before you took a sip from your whiskey. You weren’t a lightweight when it came to drinking, maybe not as well as Arthur and John, but you could tolerate much more than Ada and Finny. Your little brother was so drunk, he looked like his head was all empty and yet filled with bullshit.
Michael sat down next to you and answered: “Mhh, she was okay, but she talked too much.” Then you felt the weight of a hand on your thigh again. A shiver rushed down your spine, but it was the wrong side. Your cousin had put his hand on your knee. “Everything alright, Y/N?”
You nodded. “Yeah, everything is perfect”, you blabbered hoping he wouldn’t keep asking questions, but he did. “Don’t be so worried, every time I’m with a girl. I know you’re still a virgin, but you can get some too. Tommy wouldn’t be against it.”
How wonderfully wrong he was. Neither were you a virgin nor would Tommy be okay with this. After all, you were his little sister and he wouldn’t accept the guy, you were sleeping with. Of course, Isaiah was a friend of the family, but after the whole thing with Ada and Freddie you had something to worry about.
The best snarky comeback was right on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t say it without letting something slip. ‘What gives you the idea I’m still a virgin?’ And yet you were silent as the guy who fucked you, sat right next to you. You felt trapped and decided to go straight forward. “Yes, he would. You know it and everybody in Small Heath knows it.”
“Oh whatever”, Michael mumbled: “Just drink enough and you eventually forget about it.”
You grinned and emptied your drink. “Fuck it, let’s play some cards. I’m not done with Mr. Gold over here.”  Then you took the cards and dealt them to start the next round.
Much later that night when you brought Finn back home and went straight back to the pub, in front of the entrance, you stumbled into Bonnie. “Is there a reason why you’re smirking?” you asked him. He was gleaming red and smiling like an idiot.
Then you remembered. “The singer, right?” Bonnie nodded and his grin got even wider. “You talked to her?” Again he gave you a silent answer. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back inside. He was a lot heavier than you thought, but then again, you were just a girl and he was a boxer.
Sometime it was weird to only have male friends, it just happened. Maybe it was because of your brothers. Maybe that’s why you never acted like a proper girl. Of course you felt like a woman and you liked your body, but in your eyes it was so much easier to talk to guys.
“Eyy, where did you found him?” Michael slurred and helped you to put your friend on a chair again. With your hands finally free you had the chance to explain. “Found him outside. I don’t know what he did there, but he talked to the singer.”
Both, Isiah and Michael nodded. It was only logical for Bonnie to freak out after it talking to her. He was there every Friday night looking for the singer and now his brain seemed to melt, just because she said something to him. But neither of you knew, what she said exactly. Maybe this was a problem for another night. It didn’t look like Bonnie was able to answer.
So you ordered some more drinks and sat back down again. In this separate room, which was reserved for your family, it was almost too tempting to get close to your boyfriend again. Isiah looked so good that night and it hurt to be unable to touch him… or to kiss him. But you would be satisfied with just holding his hand now.
It was a curse; you knew it soon after you realized that you loved him. He was handsome, charming and a loyal friend. There was no better man for you, even though you wished you could be together in public. And again you bit your lip and moved your chair away from him.
But you couldn’t think about this anymore, it was too frustrating and luckily somebody else caught your attention. It was Bonnie who mumbled very quietly: “I think she kissed me, but it could be a dream as well. It felt so surreal.”  You padded his shoulder and nodded to underline your compassion.
It was just the same with Isaiah. Whenever you two were alone, it was amazing and beautiful. He was so soft and romantic and he just made you happy. But every time you woke up and he was gone, the sweet scenery shattered. And out in public it was getting annoying to find excuses to be with him or getting away, so you could spend some time alone with him and you had to lie to your whole family about your whereabouts. Slowly it became exhausting.
There was nothing you could do about it, so you just drank your whiskey and talked with the boys about Bonnie’s singer and the girl Michael had. It was so easy for them to display their relationship in the public, but of course you didn’t have this privilege as a girl. Apparently, you needed to be protected. Or so it has been explained to you. You wasn’t concerned for your safety but for your freedom. Tommy said it was his job as your big brother to care for you, even if it felt like he was controlling you. You have always been the wild one among your siblings and everything was fine, until your mum died and your dad left. Then Tommy was in charge and sometimes his opinions would vary from yours, which led to fights. And yet you feared what he might do, if he found out about your secret.
All the sudden Bonnie fell from his chair and you groaned. Now somebody had to bring him home as well. First Finn and now him… but why they couldn’t take the whiskey today? You weren’t nearly as drunk as them, but still.
Isaiah stood up and picked his friend up. “I’m taking him home. I’ll be right back”, he said, before leaving.
Now Michael and you were alone. It wasn’t what you wanted. The only thing you could think of was smooching the sweet lips of your boyfriend. You were caught up in your little fantasy, when your cousin woke you up again. “Isaiah is acting weird lately.”
“Oh… really? I didn’t notice”, you replied: “He seemed normal to me.” Your hand grabbed the fringe of your dress. Talking about him made you nervous.
Michael moaned and fumbled for his cigarettes. He put them out, you took one and he turned his between his fingers, when he added: “I don’t know, maybe I’m getting paranoid, but I think he is hiding something from us.” Then he lit his cigarette and took a drag from it.
You inhaled sharply and stared into the void for a second, before answering: “Don’t be silly, he is just as loyal as ever.” Then you laughed and Michael joined in. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I just needed to get this off my chest.”
The rest of the conversation went just like usual. You chatted, you bickered and you had fun. While the bell already announced the new day, Isaiah came back.
In this tiny glimpse of a moment you couldn’t hide your smile and he reciprocated. Actually, you were just waiting for Michael to leave now. It was your plan all along, but patience has never been your strong suit.
It took three more rounds for Michael to say goodnight. “Take care of her, will you?” Isaiah nodded. When Michael finally grabbed his jacket and headed to the door, you felt unbelievably excited. Your fingertips slapped a melody on the table, while you watched him leaving. The door shut and now you had what you longed for all night.
You turned around and looked at him. Gosh, waiting felt like an eternity. Now you were the one smiling like an idiot. Slowly Isaiah came closer and his hand pulled you to him for a kiss. “Finally”, you whispered against his lips, before giving him what he wanted.
After you two parted you rested your head on his shoulder. Now you were getting tired as well, but you didn’t want to go to your bed. “I was waiting the whole evening for this”, he moaned and stroked your hair.
The smell of his perfume made you realized how much you missed him too, even though he was with you since you went to Garrison tonight. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him to give him a tight squeeze. Then you signed: “I wish we didn’t have to hide” and buried your face in his shirt.
“Babe”, he replied: “We already had this conversation. It wouldn’t end well. Let’s just enjoy what we have as long as we can.” It hurt, but Isaiah was right. There was no chance Tommy was getting you off the hook, once he knew about it. And no matter how you explained it to him, he would still be against it. You were too young for stuff like that, as if he didn’t fucked Greta, when he was the same age.
You leaned back to see his beautiful face again. There was something in his eyes, a twinkle or something like that, but it always made you feel comfortable. A lick of your lip was enough to purpose the idea of doing something nasty. He knew you since you were children and it was like he could read your thoughts, especially the dirty ones.
Isaiah started giggling and asked: “Hey, babe, I still can cheer you up, right?”
Maybe it was time for some fun, different to the fun you had before with your friends. The word pleasure would describe it well and with his knowing look he gave you so many ideas. You laughed and nodded. “I think it might help when you do the thing with your tongue.”
“Oh”, he responded amused: “Like this?” And then grabbed you for a kiss and god, what a kiss it was. His tongue brushed your upper lip just to enter your mouth and explore it as if it was your first kiss. He even bit your lip playfully and kept going until you couldn’t breathe no more. Your knees started shaking and it was needless to say, he was the best kisser you ever had.
It took you a while to catch a breath again, but then you answered: “Yeah, just like this… But maybe we could go to your place and do a little more?”
He didn’t seem to be so sure about this suggestion. His thumb stroked your shoulder as he held you in his arm. Because he was so quiet for a second, you knew, he thought about this backwards and forwards. “But right when the sun comes up, you have to go back home”, he argued.
Again, Isaiah was right. You should take too many risks. Otherwise you might get caught and neither of you wanted that. All you could do was to shrug and agree: “Just don’t shoo me after we fucked.” There was bitterness in your voice. What wouldn’t you give to wake up next to him every morning?
The pub was almost empty, when you left. You couldn’t hold his hand on the way out. Everybody in Small Heath was Tommy’s spy. Back on the streets a cold wind blew. Now you had an excuse to go near him and he shared his coat with you. Isaiah was always so sweet and caring. You knew you wanted to spend your future with him. There was no other man and you wouldn’t get over him, not now and not in five years.
You even took off your shoes before entering the Jesus household and followed him on your tiptoes to his room. It was completely dark in the house and the silence was haunting, but good for you, you knew the way by now. The excitement made your fingers tremble.
Finally you arrived where you wanted to be the whole day, in his room. Isaiah closed the door as quietly as possible and started smiling. You walked up to him and started to unbutton his shirt. Now you didn’t want to waste any time.
And neither did Isaiah. He was ripping down your dress, which only worked because the straps were so thin. His hands were all over your body and you couldn’t stop kissing every inch of his skin. It felt like magic whenever he touched you. You moaned, when he played with your bare breasts. To silence you he put his thumb on your lips, which you took as an invitation to suck it. Maybe it was mean to tease him like that, but you were desperate for his affection.
An hour later you laid next to him, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. “You should leave, before we both fall asleep, babe”, he whispered, which caused you to sign. Leaving now was draining, even exhausting. After this wonderful sex, you were too tired to move anywhere, not to the bathroom and certainly not back to your cold bed.
You pouted your lips and tilted your head, so you could give him your puppy eyes and a pretty please with cream and a cherry on top. “Just ten more minutes. Your bed is way comfier than mine.”
He laughed and kissed your forehead. “That’s just because I’m in this bed and you like to use me as your personal giant pillow.” Your fingers hovered about his belly. Even though his muscles weren’t tense now, you could still feel the strength lying beneath his skin.
While your index finger drew circles around his bellybutton, you whined: “Maybe… just maybe that is true, but I still want to lay here for a bit. Otherwise I start to feel like a whore, who only comes for sex and leaves silently afterwards.”  It wasn’t a knock against Lizzie or her job, but you didn’t like the feeling, when you got home and had to find sleep in your own bed. Even though you had a relationship with him, you still felt lonely. Especially when the sun was rising and nobody was by your side.
“You’re not a whore and you know that”, he argued looking a little concerned.
Then you turned on your back and stared at the ceiling. “No, I’m a Shelby and that is probably worse”, you scoffed.
Now Isaiah was silent and had no witty comeback for that. Maybe, because it was true. If you weren’t part of the family, you could be with anyone, whoever you wanted. Carrying the name Shelby was the only reason, why you had to hide your relationship with Isaiah.
After a while he mumbled: “Okay, stay for a while, but you should be back before they open the shop.” By that time you were already half asleep and yet his words made you smile. He wrapped his arms around you, the little spoon and purred like a cat. Just in this position the both of you fell asleep.
Loud steps were coming near the door, but they wouldn’t wake you up. The screaming of Isaiah’s name did. It was a familiar voice and it took you a couple of minutes to notice, it was your brother Finn who shouted and ran down the hall. Suddenly you were wide awake. You startled up and looked around the room. The sun was already up and shining through the window. Then you saw Isaiah, who was just as frightened as you were.
If Finn came rushing through that door, your secret relationship was no longer secret. “I locked the door last night”, he whispered, which was relieving to you, but still no perfect solution for this problem.
Now Finn arrived at the other side of the door and was knocking on it like crazy. “Isaiah, wake up! Y/N is gone. Nobody can find her and Michael said you were the last one with her in the bar”, your brother yelled. You could hear the panic in his voice, but you couldn’t get caught. Not now.
You stumbled out of the bed and collected your clothes, when you heard Isaiah ask: “What are you going to do? You can’t go out there. He will find out.” And you knew your boyfriend wasn’t concerned about Finn, more about Tommy.
The tension in the room was immense. You had to come up with a plan or your brothers would shoot your lover in front of your eyes.
Suddenly you knew what to do. You pushed the pile of clothing to your chest and squeeze it thigh, when you explained in a lower tone: “I’m gonna hide in the wardrobe and then you open the door and go with Finn away. Afterwards I can come out and then I go to the betting shop and tell the others I have fallen asleep on a bench or something.” It was not the best plan, but yet your only option.
Isaiah nodded and you climbed into the cabinet where he stored his shirt and jackets. The second you entered the small wooden space, you knew it was all going down. Call it intuition, call it divination, call it whatever power Polly owned, but you felt it rushing through your body. He closed the door behind you and then you could hear him stumble into his pants.
Only half clothed he unlocked the door to let Finn in. Isaiah was still sleepy. He wasn’t the morning type of person and before he hadn’t had his breakfast he wasn’t really available. Finn strode up and down. You heard is nervous steps. “Everybody is freaking out right now. Polly thinks somebody kidnapped her or worse. I mean, she has always been unratable in her doings, but this time my sister is really going of the edge. It’s already past lunch and nobody has seen her”, Finn explained: “This morning her bed was empty and I thought I shouldn’t worry, but now I’m afraid I should have said something sooner.”
The cabinet was very uncomfortable and yet you tried not to move or to make a noise, which would cause Finn’s attention. However, being in Isaiah’s position didn’t seem to be pleasant as well. He had to lie to his best friend about the whereabouts of his missing sister, knowing she was sitting right here. Isaiah patted his friends shoulder and said nothing.
Finn didn’t calm down and seemed to be upset, Isaiah wasn’t panicking like him. “C’mon, get dressed. We have to look for her. She might be lying somewhere in the dirt. We shouldn’t waste even more time, standing around.” Then he walked to the closet and opened just the door where you had been hiding.
Butt-naked you fell down to the floor and looked up to your younger brother, who had the same face expression as the one time you told him where the babies were coming from. Some when later you would look back at this moment and would have a good laugh about this, but right now it felt like your world was collapsing.
He should have seen you like this and it took you a whole minute to gather the mental energy to get back up at your feet and greet him like it was the normal thing to do in a situation like this. “Hey, Finny, there I am.”
Your brother froze mid movement and stared at you as if you were the first pink elephant the world has seen or a bear riding a bike. Then he broke the silence. “What?”, he winced. There was no anger in his voice, just total confusion.
Finn looked to Isaiah and then back to you. “You screwed my sister?!”
There was no answer to this question.
“How long?” Finn asked: “How long did you hide that from me?”
You glared over to you boyfriend as if you were asking him for permission to say something. Isaiah signed and nodded. There was no point in denying this anymore. It was over.
Now you had to tell the truth. “A couple of months, maybe a year or so”, you croaked and your voice sounded strange. Like it was not your own and even though you dreamt about finally opening up, it shouldn’t have been like this.
Your brother yelled: “A year?! A whole fucking year? Damn, I should be proud because apparently you two are excellent liars with no moral issues… you two deserve each other.” You heard the disgust and disappointment, when he spoke and it broke your heart. Back then, when the whole thing started you though he might be the only one of your brothers to understand you. How wonderfully wrong you were.
“No”, you said under your breath: “Don’t fucking do this to me. I would have told you, if you wouldn’t have run straight to Tommy after you knew. Everybody knows you can’t keep a secret. So don’t act like it was my fault or my mistake, because it’s not. I would have gladly told everybody, I’m like him very much, but you and Tommy and Arthur and John made it impossible for me to even talk with a guy who is not part of the gang. You can’t turn this around and act like you are the victim in all this.”
It was time for you to stand up for yourself and your decisions… and time for you to get dressed. You didn’t seem as responsible as you were when you were still naked and in front of the closed you have been hiding in. Now you knew how wrong it was to lie and hide your relationship, because it wasn’t their concern. It was your life, your body and your choice. Nobody could take that from you and certainly not your brothers. You weren’t afraid of them. All your life you saw how your brothers treated women and you said nothing about it, but this should change right now.
So you stood there, furious and filled with rage, put on your dress and your shoes and said one last thing, before leaving: “This madness has to end.”
You stormed out of the room- not caring for Isaiah or Finn- and heading for the King of Small Heath to throw him out of his high throne. Your hair was a nest and you smelled like a bar after a dirty old night, when you entered the betting shop. Nobody was there, just the regular family members.
Everybody seemed to be relieved to see you again and then came close to hug you. Ada was right next to the door and the first to greet you. “Oh my god, you’re back, sweetie”, she muttered.
Next was Polly who examined your appearance for cuts and other injuries. Of course you had none, besides the hickeys Isaiah gave you. She tried to take a closer look of your neck, but you pulled away, which caused her to ask: “What happened? Where were you all night?”
Now Tommy was coming up to you. His steps were slow, but fierce and the glare in his eyes was pinching. “Just from the smell I would guess, she was with a guy this night”, he scoffed: “She probably had a lot of fun, but now she should say, who that guy was, so we can take actions.” You knew he was addressing you, even though he didn’t phrase it like that.
“I don’t think, this is your business”, you replied with a grin on your face. You wouldn’t back down. Not this time. “But yes, I was with a guy tonight. So you don’t need to worry. I’m completely fine.”
Your older brother led out a little laugh, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “Well, well, well, I don’t care what you think. I’m your brother and it’s my job to make sure you’re safe”, he explained: “And now you tell me who he was.” Ah, past tense, a hint of what was going to happen.
You crossed your arms and tiled your head to give him a dismissive look. “Who said it was your job?” was your comeback, but your brother wasn’t remotely impressed. Neither of you would let the other win. You were too stubborn for this gesture of insight.
Others, including Arthur and John, were somehow intimidated by Tommy’s behavior, but not you. Actually, you learned too much from him to take his shit.  He taught you to help your head up high and how to outsmart your enemies.  Now you could use the same strategies against him.
“Ever since our father left and mom died, you act like you are in charge, but you’re not. We are your siblings, not your pawn, waiting for your command”, you hissed: “I have my own life and I make my own decisions and who I meet shouldn’t concern you.” Slowly your anger grew. It was a boiling feeling in your gut, like you were fueled with fire.
Tommy was getting gleaming red. You had hit the right spot and you knew you would hurt him with your words, but otherwise he wouldn’t understand. The words were stuck in his throat as he killed you with his looks.
Patiently, you waited for his answer. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction, but silencing your brother was the best thing ever, since he was the reason why you felt miserable lately. “No comeback? No arguments, dear?” You loved to poke his wounds and you did it with a huge smile on your face.
“As if you would listen to me… You even said it yourself. You wouldn’t take my advice”, he responded and bid his lip. “But I don’t need to talk to you to teach you a lesson. You’re too young to fuck around town and I’m going to find the bastard who did this and kill him.”
The door was opened behind you and soon Finn entered the room. You gave your little brother the death glare you were known for. He shouldn’t get the idea he was allowed to talk about what he found out.
You should be raging right now, but all you could do was laugh. His empty threats weren’t as daunting as he thought. With nothing but spite you whistled: “I would love to see you try. I kept this a secret for over a year now and you noticed nothing. And now I can wait another year for you to find him… or I could run away… whatever you prefer.”
Now you’re pushing your luck. Finn could ruin everything, if he just said one wrong word. The palms of your hands were sweaty. It was a dangerous game you played there, but it was not like you could back out of it now. This was road of no return.
Tommy seemed to be more surprised than fuming, when he asked: “You slept with some geezers for a year now?” He respected your talent to keep it under the radar. Everybody who could shirk his rules deserved acknowledgement for putting up with this risk. Maybe he was finally realizing how much you had grown. You weren’t his little kitten anymore.
“No, not geezers, just one guy”, you corrected him: “But yes, that is true.”
You watched Tommy as he walked around the table, heading for the whiskey, while he nodded understandingly. “Mh, so you would say it’s love?”
A sign came from your lips. You already knew the answer, but you weren’t so sure, if you should say this out loud. After all, you didn’t even have a proper talk about this with Isaiah. Silence was filling the room, while you calculated your risks. If you said, you loved him and Isaiah wasn’t as serious about the relationship, you would look like an idiot. Good for you, he didn’t come to the betting shop to witness the fight between you and your brother. Finally you decided to tell everybody: “Yes, I do.”
“Good”, Tommy mumbled while he poured his whiskey: “Then you should have my blessing. Just give us the name now.” He took a sip and seemed to be amused by your embarrassment.
Talking about Isaiah, while he wasn’t present, was weird, but you knew why he stayed in the comfort of his own room. You weren’t mad at him for not running after you. This was your fight and not his. And after all your brothers were a little scary, when it comes to stuff like this.
But you had Tommy’s word now and nothing should happen to your man. You shrugged and rolled with your eyes. The fuss they made about this was still annoying.
Ada patted your shoulder and encouraged you to speak. “Do we know him?” The answer was yes, but it was also the reason, why you struggled to say it out loud.
Even John chimed in and kept pushing: “Yeah, what’s up with this fella?” He was smiling to let you know the mood had changed. Nobody was against you anymore.
“It’s…”, you started and fumbled for the seam of your dress: “It’s Isaiah.”
At first it was dead silence, while the others processed the information, then Arthur and John burst out in laughter. Finn seemed to be relieved, because he would have hated it to keep a secret like this. Your older sister was hugging you a little too tight and even Polly was smiling.
Tommy had a smug on his face when he muttered: “If that’s the case, then you should have your happiness.”
“Isaiah is a fine fella. You will be alright”, hummed Arthur. Apparently everybody was happy with your choice. You just had to stand up for yourself.
It felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders and then you could laugh about it too. But suddenly you remember that Isaiah was still waiting for his death in his room. “I should go and let him of the hook”, you fluted and already went to the door when you heard Tommy said: “Don’t get pregnant or he has to marry you.”
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Lovers at last
Calum Hood x Reader
summary: after years of being friends and even a band mate of the guys, you grow up and experience something you never thought you would.
a/n: this was definitely something from like 3 in the morning so hopefully you all enjoy. also this is during like youngblood era for those who like the timeframes. there are also some typos but i mean it’s okay lol adds on to the effect.
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You and the boys have been together as friends since middle school, it was always the 5 of you, when the guys were creating the band and posting videos on youtube you helped them figure that part out and being the technical bandmate, especially when it came to social media. However as time moved along the boys were getting big and had gotten their own team, you didn't take this as a bad thing, it was good they were getting noticed and having their music heard. Even if they were away you were still a part of the band, it didn't matter if it was official or not, you were a part of the band.
You on the other hand, had gotten yourself in the music industry and started as an intern producer for a record label and making tunes for some starting bands. Your talent in creating these tunes eventually brought all types of artists from around the world to work with you. You later got into writing lyrics and started writing music for other artists. Of course this went around pretty fast getting attention from many artists. You had told the guys about this way before you started, they were all sure you were going to make it big as well. In the younger years you had helped the band before with lyrics and tunes or chords. Helping them find their sound.
Skip forward to knowing you were currently texting with Cal as he and the guys were on tour, while you were meeting or well about to meet the one and only Ariana Grande who needed to find some new sounds for her new album. Before meeting with her you were freaking out and needed someone to talk to and that's where this story leads us.
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Meeting ariana grande was one of the things you have always dreamed of, of course when you were contacted for some help with producing you thought it was a joke because who would send an email saying they are ariana grande and would like to work with you on their album, that just doesn't happen, but in this case it did for you. You had everything prepared for her to give a listen to and let her decide on what changes needed to be made and for her to just be comfortable with the new samples you made for her.
Talking to her in text was something you were good at but now you were officially meeting her and getting her full opinion about the stuff you made. It was about an hour of you showing her all the stuff you came up with and she was just so fascinated with what you came up with. To be honest you were unsure what she wanted so you made a lot, and I mean a lot of material, so you were prepared for anything that she might need.
“These samples are crazy good! I've been trying to find a new sound and these three simple songs need these sounds, this is really amazing.” she said as you nodded being glad you were able to find her sound, “well i'm glad you like them, im happy to help, it's an honor really.” you said as she shook her head, “i should be saying that about you, you have crazy talent for this. Have you considered moving to LA?” she asked as you shrugged, “maybe one day, i'm not sure yet, i don't know if you know but i'm friends with 5 seconds of summer,” you said as she gasped and nodded, “oh yeah i've heard of them, but what do they have to do with you moving to LA?” she asked as you continued, “Well we grew up together here and i don't know i wouldn't want to leave them and the place where we all grew up.” you said as she nodded completely understanding, “yeah it's tough, but if they are your friends i feel like they would understand because they are growing, it wouldn't hurt for them seeing you grow too.” she said quite simply and honestly as you nodded taking that advice to heart.
You knew that maybe just one day you would move your career somewhere else, but you just didn't want to leave home. Yeah they leave you while on your but they always come back, even if it's just for a while, they come back. A part of you wanted to go to LA and pursue your dreams there, but your home was here. You didn't want to leave the place where you grew up. Of course this needed to be talked with. Not just your parents, but with cal and the guys.
Weeks later the guys had all come home and you sent them all a message that you needed to talk to them all together. The guys were slightly confused but they wanted to see you anyway so they all agreed.As you were in the old garage where they used to rehearse you were more nervous that you thought you were. You had made the final decisions and you were moving to LA, you had signed off with a good company and you were officially to move away from home. Everything was done, you just needed to tell the guys.They all walked in as they all saw you sitting down with a very serious face and began to worry.
“hey guys.” you said as they all smiled at you and gave you a hug as you looked at all of them and worried how they were going to react. “So why did you bring us all here?” Michael asked partly worried as the rest followed you to sit down, “Well i have some news i needed to share, and well you were on tour and i couldn't interrupt that.” you said as ash shook his head, “y/n, you know we're here for you no matter what, even if we are on tour.” Ash said as you smiled for his compassion, “what is it dovey?” cal asked probably the most worried out of all of the group. He was scared of what was going on and was prepared for any news that could change your life and his plans of telling you how he felt about you. To be frank he had always beat himself up for it whenever the days passed and he didn't tell you about his feelings, he was close to telling you, but with this news he might just tell you now. You two were close and you met cal first way before the guys, so it would be understable if you and cal needed some privacy with what you were about to say.
“Well, you remember when I met Ariana Grande and did some samples for her album?” you asked as they all nodded and luke spoke, “yeah those were amazing by the way, were sorry we couldn't be there to celebrate.” he said as you shook your head softly with a small smile, “its okay, i know you guys were out celebrating out there,” you said with a giggle as they all joined in, “Well we talk about uh.. about moving to LA and i've been considering it, but at first i didn't want to decide alone because well i didn't want to leave home but uh, what i'm trying to say is that basically..” you said pausing as cal spoke, “you're moving to LA.” he said as you looked at him with a sorry look and nodded looking at the rest of the guys. There was a slight pause but that was because the guys were processing this whole situation, you were moving away and that was okay as long as you were happy.
“Im sorry, if this is gonna ruin our friendship, but i feel like i need to go there. Things are good here, but LA is where I can grow and become better.” you said as they all shook their heads, “don’t apologize y/n, how many times have we left you? You didn't stop us, you empowered us to keep our heads up which is what we will do for you.” Ash said as Michael nodded, “as much as it hurts seeing you leave, we know they need you over there, our friendship isn't over, in fact it will grow. We might even create music together.” he said as you smiled and looked over at luke, “it's not the end is all i know, it's a beginning for all of us. I mean who knows we might all be in LA soon, so you won't be alone. We're here for you y/n we always will be. '' he said as you looked over at Calum who had a sad look, but he was happy deep down inside, but he couldn't believe that even more distance would separate you two.
“Cal?” you asked as he looked at you in a certain way and you looked at the guys to give you two some personal space and they nodded and left. You took one look at Cal and knew something was wrong the minute you spoke about LA. For you two him leaving was enough distance between you two, now he knew what you felt when he was leaving, but this time you were leaving for good.
“What's wrong cal?” you asked as he looked at you, this was his time he knew it, it was time despite the bad timing, “this is probably bad timing, but... i love you, i've always been in love with you.” he said as you looked at him in seriousness. You didn't know if this was him wanting you to stay or if these were his true feelings, but you felt your heart beating faster and felt it get warm as your eyes were on him.
“Wait what?” you asked as he looked over at you, “i'm in love with you dovey, always have been. I'm not telling you this to make you stay, I just needed you to know is all.. I just need you to know before you leave,” he said as you looked at him and your eye contact was firm, “what..what do you mean years?” you asked as he grabbed your hands and you didn't pull away. He knew this was a sign, “since we first met there was something about you that just pulled me in, it was everything about you, there wasn't one bad thing about you, i just can't stand keeping it in, i need you more than just a friend.” he said as you were nervous with what you were about to say next, “cal.. I'm in love with you too.” you said in a whisper as he looked up quickly hoping he had heard you right.
“You- really?” he said as you pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips had connected in need for one another's touch after years of thinking one another saw each other as friends. This moment that the both of you had dreamed of was happening. His hands were all over your waist as they traveled up to your cheek and yours were on his jaw and hair. Once the kiss broke you both stared into one another's eyes and you smiled, “i love you.” you said again as cal smiled and took you in for a kiss once again and this was definitely the start of something new.
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Moving to LA had its perks, mainly for your job, you had met new people and even helped out starter bands or singers with their career and sending them off with a great bang. You have also been working with big time singers and bands and helping them out with some new sound. You were given some new material and had even created some for a band that your boss said would be coming in and wanting some sort of new sound for their album. You wondered who they were not knowing what band it was. All you were told was that they were working on their 3rd album and needed some help.
As you waited for their arrival you texted Cal to see how he was doing. Ever since you two started dating, texting around the day and being near your phone as a must. He missed you dearly and you missed him, so the small messages around the day helped. He also came over from time to time, but not a whole lot.
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You were quick to get into the room and you were shocked with who was in front of you. Cal was in front of you and you were quick to run over to him and hug him tight. You gave each other a small peck as you enjoyed one another's company, “what? How and when?” you said as you heard someone cough as you turned around and saw the 3 other boys standing in front of you. “What are you guys doing here?” you said with a smile as you hugged them all in a group hug, you sure missed them after not seeing them for a year. “Well we are here to work on our album, we heard there's an amazing producer here.” Michael spoke and it hit you with the realization that it was them you were working with. “Wait seriously, you want my help? But I thought you were in europe?” you said as luke nodded, “yeah we were there a couple days ago, but we need your help. The album is going great but we still need more sounds and samples.” he said as you nodded, “well okay i can help you with that, but are you sure you want my help?” you said as cal grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him as the boys nodded, “yes we need your help, you know us better than anyone, and well you are the best in LA,” ash said as you smiled, “okay yeah i'll help.” you said looking at everyone and over at cal with a smile.
Before working you all hung out for a while and to also see the vibe they were wanting to find. You were just over the moon that they were here, you had missed them so much and just needed to see your friends again and of course your boyfriend. You were looking through lots of new material the whole day just to see what they like and seeing if you could place it all together and get them something they want so they can start with recording.
“These samples are all good, you could make something with that, but just, we want it simple yet complex.” Michael said as you nodded, “yeah for sure, I should have some stuff in here,” you said as Luke nodded, “yeah also if you want to, we have the lyrics set for these songs,” he said as he handed you the files with the lyrics. The songs titles in here were moving along, more, monsters among men, and one that was titled valentine but that one had no lyrics, “this one doesn't have lyrics? You're making a song about valentines day?” you said pointing it out as ash nodded, “well yeah, it's in a couple days and we were all thinking about how many people were going to make a song and release it as well, we want to make our own version of mariah carey’s all i want for christmas but with valentine's day.” he explained as you nodded. You then walked over to the computer remembering these two samples that were perfect for this song, “that's funny because i have this sample, well i have two actually,” you said clicking through and finding them both and laying them out in repeat as the boys all stood behind you watching you do your thing.
“Okay the first one is just a, “dum, dum, dum, dum, um.” over and over, and the second one is just, “valentine,” over and over again as well, but if you were to place it on top of one antoher..you get this.” you said as they all gave it a hear and it was so uncanny but perfect, the lyrics were already flowing in.
The guys were all happy with there they left things off leaving you to rest and of course spend time with cal. You two were walking out hand in hand into your car, you were heading over to the drivers side but he followed you and you looked up confused, “you wanna drive?” you asked as he took your keys and smiled, “yeah, i've got a surprise actually, so i was hoping we could make a stop there.” he said as you nodded, “okay cal..just don't kill me or anything.” you joked as you got on the other side of the car, “ dovey i would never kill you, i would probably kill for you though,” he said as you scrunch your nose and you had reached over for a kiss before leaving.
On your way there his hand was near yours, the most he missed about you was your touch and he just needed a part of you touching him making him feel safe. Ever since you left he had missed you dearly and well of course duke. You couldn't see duke as much which sucked, but you knew that you would see him soon whenever it was your turn to go to visit.
Once you made the stop, you were parked in front of a house, “who lives here?” you asked as he got out to open your side of the door and you two walked over to the front of the house as he held you in his arms hoping you could guess. “Well it's definitely someone,” he said as you frowned as you headed near the door, once the door was opened you saw duke run over to you as you kneeled down greeting the puppy and even picking him up missing the pup’s barks and kisses, you then looked inside the house. You had seen all of cal’s things and then it hit you. “You? You live here?” you said with a smile as he nodded with a smile, “yeah i do, i wanted to be closer to you and I know this is probably way too fast, but i love you so much and I just can't live without you, you are everything to me and i want you to know that i have no regrets and i will never have any,” he said as you started tearing up and smiled at him as you couldn't believe that the distance between you two was finally over.
“You did this for me?” you asked quietly as he nodded softly, “well i'm not gonna lie this is very surprising but im happy, i miss you everyday and this changes that..but what about your parents?” you asked as he sighed, “actually dovey, they were the ones who convinced me to move over here. They saw how much i missed you, i didn't even leave the house i just want to be with you and well they knew i had to move...look if this isn't what you want then-” he said as you cut him of quick, “no, stop, this is what i want, i just want you to be sure cal,” you said as he walked over to you and kissed you as he held you in his arms and had placed your hands near his heart, “dovey i already told you, no regrets. This heart beats for you only. I want this, not just for me but for us.” he said as you smiled and just knew this had to happen.
“Also i want you to live here with me, i wanna wake up with you and fall asleep by your side, i can't stand being away from you dovey,” he said as you smiled and nodded, “of course i will, you're everything to me.” you said as you kissed once again. This was meant to be. It was the beginning. There were no regrets on either side, you were all in. you and him are soulmates, it just took a while to settle.
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Going Home - Michael Gray
Main Masterlist // Peaky Blinders Masterlist
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Summary: After his cousin and mother sent him to America Michael was angry with them but then he meet you. Then you guys go back to Birmingham with your kids and another on the way
AN: I haven’t seen season five but I know Michael isn’t the best character. And Gina doesn’t exist in this and John is alive. Also don’t judge me if i get anything wrong from the show.
Pairing: Michael Gray x Female!OC
Warnings: Pregnancy, Language, angst, alcohol
YOU and Michael met when he came to America. When he first arrived in America he was pretty pissed as his cousin and his mom sending him there. Plus he barely had no way to contact them and he knew they wouldn’t contact him either. He would probably stay there for the rest of his life he thought. He was bitter for the first weeks he was just angry and always mad at people. Until he met you.
You were working as a seamstress who makes suits and etc. in her own store. He ran into you on the streets and he was about to yell at you before he actually got a chance to look at you. He apologized for bumping into you and you waved it off and accepted his apology.
He suggested walking you back to the store you worked at. You blushed and nodded clearly smitten by him and everything he does and the way he spoke. He was smitten as well. On the way to the shop you almost tripped but he caught you. He thought how clumsy you were was very cute and the way you blushed when he caught you. As you were nearing your shop you said farewell to each other feeling sad he was leaving already.
But he came in the next day asking for a suit with a smirk on his face which made you get butterflies in your stomach like from the day before. You thought you’d never see this mad again in your life but apparently he wanted to see you again. You agreed on making him a suit and he asked you to dinner that night and you agreed feeling real giddy as you jumping around in your head.
You got your best dress and did your hair and make up real nice. You wanted to impress him but what you didn’t know you already made a great impression on him. He looked real nice as well as he put a different suit on but he looked real good. He took you to a nice restaurant and got you the best food there and it tasted good. You talked about your lives like how your father ran out on your mom and she became a single mother. And you always admired her. You weren’t that tough of a child to raise and you were a single child which made it easier.
He told you the story of him growing up in a village and that his name was Henry and then Tommy found him explaining his family wasn’t really his family. He moved to Birmingham and met his mom and cousins who got along until he came to America you didn’t ask why because it seemed like a sensitive topic.
After that night you guys were like glue, always at each other’s sides, going on dates every week. And two months later he asked you to move in with him and you were shocked but agreed with a smile and you already loved him so much.
Then not even a month later you were pregnant with your first child and you were scared to tell him. You hadn’t even told him you loved him. You didn’t even know if he wanted kids. but when you were about to tell him the big news he blurted out he loved you. You were shocked shocked but also very giddy and you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him happily saying you loved him as well.
You told him you were pregnant and hoped he wouldn’t be mad. And he wasn’t. He was a little surprised but happy nonetheless He asked you to marry him which you scoffed and rolled your eyes saying he only wanted to marry because you were pregnant. And you guys only knew each other for three months. But he told you that ‘you loved me and I love so why the hell not’. You thought about it for a few days and agreed wanting to do it as soon as possible so that you would be able to fit your wedding dress only being a months pregnant.
You got married a week after with your mom being the only one there. You gelt like the happiest girl alive.
Then months later you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. And Michael suggested the name Anna saying it was his sisters name. You agreed because a few months earlier he told you he never met his sister and she died. Plus you thought it was a good name.
You got pregnant about 6 months later. God it felt like your family was growing every day. When you told you felt happy but he was even happier
The midwife also told you it was twins which as an even bigger shock and you were a little scared since it was two instead of one. Not only pushing one kids out but two. You only went through it once and it hurt then. But now twice the pain. Michael reassured you that you were strong woman and you could do it.
Three months later you being eight months pregnant and looked like you were about to pop, Michael told you some news. You found out you were pregnant at four months. It surprised it took so long for you to find out.
“My mom wants me to go back to Birmingham,” He told you one night when you guys were cuddling. You only asked about his family a few times and he told you almost everything about them. That they were blinders and his mother and cousin sent him here. You were kind of angry but happy because you wouldn’t have met him if they didn’t send him here. He told you about the Italians and you didn’t blame him for any of it since he thought his mom was still mad at Tommy and that’s why he didn’t tell him. Plus it was in the past and he hadn’t done anything to you to prove he was a monster.
“Why does she want you to come now,” You asked as you looked up at him. You heard about his mom and she seemed like nice person and you didn’t want hold a grudge against for what happened. But you wanted to be on Michaels side as well. But it seemed he gotten over it as well. But he had a little anger in the pit of his stomach that he could ignore.
“She says that she wants to settle things between us,” Michael explains looking down at you with love in his eyes. You both layer in silence for a second.
“So what are you going to do,” You asked as you traced your fingers along his chest.
“I think I should go,” He replied. “Patch things up with the family.”
“Well if you’re going I’m going,” You beamed while looking up at him with a smile on your face.
“Nope,” He disapproved and you looked up at him with a shocked look on your face.
“What why not,” You pouted whole looking up at him.
“Sweetheart you look like you are about to pop and I don’t want you to get hurt,” He cooed you in a stern voice. You knew that he was worried about you.
“I know but I want to meet your family and I want to make sure your okay while you’re there as well,” You told him. He didn’t seem faltered by your words. “Okay how about this if I feel like somethings wrong tomorrow I’ll stay with Anna if not we both go with you. And I won’t put my self in stressful situations,” You offered. He let out a deep sigh before being his hand up to rub his eyes.
“Fine,” he grumbled but before you could cheer he put his hand up. “But we make sure not to put you in ANY stressful situations,” He approves with a stern tone in his voice.
“Ok yep agreed,” You agreed happily with a smile on your face. A wave of tiredness crossed over you. “Let’s get to bed,” You yawned before curling into Michael.
Before you fell you asleep you heard a soft voice “I love you,”
As You Michael and Anna got arrived in Birmingham you started to feel nervous wondering what his family was like in person.
Michael told you that they were dangerous but to not be afraid because they wouldn’t hurt you.
You guys were on the train on your way to Small Heath. As you promised you didn’t put yourself in stressful situations. You were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable on the train and hoped you would get there soon.
Once the train stopped Michael tapped you on the shoulder when he noticed you didn’t get up.
“Come one love we’re here,” Michael coos as he stands pulling his daughter up with him.
You let out a yawn and stood up and stretched. God you could barely move without taking everything out.
“Ok I’m ready,” You sighed and looked at your daughter sleeping in Michaels arms.
Even though she was a little past 1 years old and knew how to walk she loved being in her dads arms. You smile at the two them.
Anna stirred in her sleep and rubbed her eyes with her tiny hands.
“Hey Anna were here,” Michael whispered to his daughter with a smile painted his lips. Anna smile and let out a little giggle.
“Daddy,” Anna let out. She has been saying some words ever since she turned a year and would try to form sentences.
You and Michael shared smiles before walking out onto the platform. He put Anna down. You guys where nervous about letting her walk but Michael held to her hand. You stood to his side while Anna was on his other.
You could tell he was nervous about seeing his mother.
“It’ll be ok Michael,” You whispered in his ear wrapping your hand around his.
Michael nodded doubt running through his veins. He felt extremely nervous about seeings his family again. And about them seeing you and Anna as well.
Then you saw Michael stare at a women with dark hair and high cheek bones. You guessed that was his mother.
“Stay here,” Michael whispered to you and put Anna’s hand in your own. You nodded and watched him walk towards the woman.
You saw that they talked for a minute then a smile was spread across the woman’s face as she hugged him. You saw Michael relax and hug her back.
You let out a smile at the reunion.
“Up,” Anna raised her arms indicating she wanted to be held. You laughed a little and bent down being careful of your belly and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around you watching out for your belly. She let out a little smile and played with your hair.
You looked up and saw that Michael and Polly were walking over to you. You would say you were nervous but that would be an understatement. She looked like a very intimidating woman and you’ve heard a lot about her from Michael.
“Mom this Y/N my wife,” Michael introduced two of you and pointed to your daughter. “And this is our daughter Anna.”
Michaels mom, Polly, looked at your daughter who was resting her head on your shoulder feeling a tad tired. You noticed that Polly was getting a bit teary eyed.
“Nice to meet y-you I’ve heard good things about you,” You stuttered a bit feeling nervous about meeting your husbands mother. She looked like she could be very intimidating at some points but now she hasn’t done anything to make you feel like that.
You put your hand out to shake but she pulls you in for a hug which was kind of uncomfortable with your belly and your daughter in your arms but you tried to hug back anyways. You didn’t want to seem rude.
“Anna after,” Polly trailed off looking at Michael who nodded knowing who she was talking about after she retreated from your hug. She pulled Michael into her arms and whispered something in his ear. “Let’s get you two home you two must be tired from the the ride.
You, Michael, and Anna walked into Pollys house which wasn’t huge but wasn’t small either. You thought it looked really comfortable which you loved. Anna seemed to be getting a bit fussy so Michael took her from your arms into his. Anna put her head into his neck drowsing off.
“I’m going to go lay her down it’s been a long day for her,” Michael told you before going upstairs to one of the rooms.
After Michael left you stood there awkwardly waiting for him to return or Polly to come back from the kitchen.
“Come on in I don’t bite,” Polly called out to you when she noticed you didn’t follow her to the kitchen. You blushed a little before entering the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs. “So has my son been treating well,” She asked you as she got some tea ready.
“Yes he has been a complete gentleman,” You reassured while giving her a smile you put your hands on your belly and felt one of the babies kicking.
“I’m guessing 8 months along and with twins,” Polly asked before sitting down as she noticed you rubbing your belly.
“Yes did Michael tell you,” You ask curiosity painting your face.
“Nope intuition,” Polly gave you smile which you returned.
“I don’t want to sound rude but I’m hoping I give birth soon its been a lot of uncomfortable months for me,” You explain as you try to get situated in the chair.
“I’d assume it would be uncomfortable for twins,” Polly teases while giving you a smirk.
“I’m kind of scared though,” You admitted.
“What are you scared of darling,” Polly asked as she looked at you with a worried look on her face. Even though she didn’t know you for long she felt that you changed her sons life and would be a good addition to the family.
“Well it hurt with Anna so I assume it will hurt twice as much with the twins,” You explain to her. “Michael always reassures me though but it doesn’t help that fear in that back of my head.”
“You’ll be fine I can tell you’re a strong woman,” Polly acknowledged while taking a sip from her tea. “And plus we can get the best doctors to help you through it,” She reassures you.
“I hope so,” You mutter looking down at your huge belly.
“Have you and Michael thought of any baby names,” She tries to distract you.
“We’ve has a few but nothing that’s stuck,” You explained. You thought if it was two boys Henry and William and if it was two girls Rose or Luna. Michael just told you whatever you wanted. Before Polly could say something Michael came down into the kitchen.
“Didn’t have to much fun without me,” Michael joked and kissed your forehead then sat down next to you.
“We were just discussing baby names,” You explain while makes an oh face. Before he can respond Polly interrupts.
“We’re having the family over so that we can celebrate the new family members to the family and your arrival,” Polly surprises you and Michael.
Great a family reunion with the whole family.
As the family rolled into the house you were introduced to everyone. Michael seemed to be taking to his cousins while you were talking to Esme, Ada and Polly. Linda was sitting down reading a book. Anna was asleep upstairs. You woke her her up to feed her and then a few hours later everyone rolled in. So you put her to bed not wanting her to be stressed.
“So you and Michael happy for the baby,” Ada asked as you guys sat food down on the table.
“Yes but it’s going to be more stressful with Anna and it being twins will make it harder of course,” You explain while setting some silverware down after setting down the potatoes.
“Yeah it was hard when I married John he already had a lot kids when that happened,” Esme joked with you while nudging your arm.
“Plus with you getting pregnant every couple years,” Ada jokes while Esme rolls her eyes. It didn’t look like she took it to heart though.
“I don’t think it should be to long now,” Polly told you pointing to your belly.
“Well I hope so,” You laughed while leaning against the table. Before you could speak you felt some pain in your stomach which made you groan a bit.
“You okay Y/N,” Ada asked concern lacing her voice.
“Think it might be soon than later.”
Turns out you were in labor because not 5 minutes later you felt your water break which made you groan as another contraction hit you. Ada and Esme helped you upstairs to one of the rooms and laid you down.
You could hear Michael and Polly arguing. You knew Michael wanted to be with you when you gave birth since he was their for Anna’s birth. As another contraction hit you someone ran into the room and began to soothingly rub your back.
You looked and saw that it was Michael which made you sigh in relief.
“Michael you aren’t going to leave me are you,” You whimpered while some tears travelled down your face. Michael soothed you while wiping away you’re tears.
“Don’t worry love I’m not going anywhere,” Michael whispered in your ear.
You smile but let out a moan when you felt another contraction hit. You could feel them getting closer and closer.
Polly and Ada came up with some supplies and got you ready and when she said push you pushed with all your might.
It took about 5 minutes before one of your babies were out. You let out a breath before letting out a sigh but knowing it wasn’t over.
“It’s a girl,” Ada smile at you while Polly cut the cord. She wrapped the baby in a blanket while handing her to Michael. Michael started down at you’re daughter in awe.
It was broke as you felt another contraction hit you. Polly told you to push and Michael was by your side with your second daughter. Trying to comfort you while holding the baby. Ada took the baby from Michael knowing that you need some comfort.
“I can’t do it,” You sobbed as you leaned back on the bed and wiped the tears from your eyes.
“Don’t worry darling just a few more pushes and you’ll be done,” Michael cooed you.
You nodded before pushing again and only a few minutes later another baby was out you let out a happy sigh while leaning back on the pillow sweat coating your body.
“Another girl,” Polly whispered handing her to you after she cut the cord. Ada handed Michael the first baby and you looked at your babies in awe.
Ada and Polly left you alone for some privacy.
“They’re so beautiful,” You whispered while kissing your daughters nose.
Michael was about to respond before you guys heard someone say, “Mommy,” You looked up and and saw Anna standing there with a smile on her face.
“Come here sweet heart say hi to your sisters,” Michael smile as your first daughter came over to you and tried getting on the bed but failed a few times before succeeding. She went up to lay next to you staring at the new baby.
“What should we name them,” You ask while looking at Michael trying to wrap your arm around Anna with a baby in your arm.
“How ‘bout we both name one,” Michael suggested. You nodded and Michael whispered “Emily.”
“That’s a beautiful name Michael,” You whispered as Michael came and sat down next to you guys. “I’m thinking for this one Rose,” You suggested with a smile.
“I love it,” Michael pressed a small kiss to your lips.
You guys chuckled quietly when you heard Anna start to snore and you weren’t to far behind her.
Michael smiles warmly at all of you. His family.
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charliedawn · 3 years
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Imagine being the only angel that likes Lucifer and is still fighting for his redemption
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" Chloe ! You have awful neighbors, did you know that..?!"
" Lucifer !"
The devil doesn't have the time to make one more step inside the room that you are already jumping in his arms. He sighs as he recognizes you and awkwardly pats your back until you untangle yourself from him, a wide smile spread across your face.
" Y/N..What are you doing here ?"
He asks straight away, but you only shrug nonchalantly, as if your presence was of no importance.
" Just wanted to check on you ! Are you alright ? Father told me that you could use some company ! Plus, aren't I allowed to visit my favorite angel from time to time ?!"
He looks at Chloe that only shrugs at him, as clueless as he is. She had noticed you waiting near her house and had first suspected you to be a threat, but the way you had smiled at her had immediately made her trust you somehow.
" Chloe is a wonderful woman ! I understand why you like her so much. Thank you for the tea."
Lucifer looks at the empty cup and raises an eyebrow at the detective.
" Hey ! Why didn't you ever made me some tea ?"
Chloe scoffs at his poor attempt at jealousy before walking past him.
" Because A) She's better behaved and B) She isn't the Devil. Now, you two have a lot to catch up on I assume, so I'll be taking Trixie to the zoo while you two take care of whatever you're here for.."
She glances at you knowingly and you smile gratefully at her. She slams the door behind her and as soon as she is gone, Lucifer loses his playful smile and looks at you with a worried expression.
" Y/N..What are you really doing here ? You are one of his favorites. You have to return up there. It is not safe down here.."
You frown at his sudden seriousness and give a little pout before replying, your arms crossed.
" But it is for you ? You were one of us, Luci. The Greatest. It hurt me so much when I saw you fall and I am still fighting for your redemption ! You have changed. You have changed so much and I am not about to give up because you have !"
His eyes start watering despite himself and he asks you with a tremor in his voice.
" Why still believe in me ? There is nothing to save anymore..Why try so hard, Y/N ?"
You seem to think about it for a while before sighing and looking up at him with a hopeful smile.
" Because, I remember who you were..I remember who we were to each other and it was so beautiful, Luci. We were beautiful. When you fell, it took Michael, Azrael and Gabriel to keep me from jumping after you. I love you, Luci. We all did at some point but, even if the others chose to forget, I didn't..If only your pride hadn't taken control over you. You could have been magnificent, the angel of angels..This is also why I decided to take care of Hell while you're gone, covering your absence from Dad.."
He frowns in incomprehension before you smile and take his appearance in front of him.
" Neat trick, huh ? Nobody noticed the difference up there..Well, almost nobody. Gabriel did, but he promised not to tell anyone."
He had almost forgotten completely about Hell and takes your hands to kiss your knuckles in a simple act of humble tenderness, knowing what you were risking in helping him, knowing what HE would do if he knew.
" I'm sorry. I just wanted to feel loved..I just wanted HIM to be proud of me..I don't regret what I did that day, but if I regret anything..It's to have made you suffer, my little angel.."
You stroke his hair softly and smile compassionately at him.
" HE knows..HE is always watching you and know that you were doing what you thought was just..One day, you will come back home and that day, I'll be here, waiting for you.."
Luci looks up at you and gently runs his hand through your locks. He then kisses your forehead and you smile before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck to play with the hair at the back of his neck.
" No matter what happens, you'll always have me, Luci.."
You look up at him with all of the love you feel for this cursed angel and Lucifer tightens his grip on you, his eyes momentarily turning red with emotions.
" This is what scares me, Y/N..My poor angel, waiting for me will destroy you. I will never come back. Either Father will send me back to Hell or I'll stay here, among the humans."
You bite your lower lip before looking up at him and finally admit what you had agreed on with the great above.
" I know..This is why Gabriel has allowed me to rule Hell while you stay here, permanently, or at least until Dad finds out.."
His eyes widen at the news and he shakes his head negatively before cradling your face with his hands, almost crying at your act of kindness.
" Oh no, my darling..I..I'm sure he didn't say that, he couldn't have agreed to that. You must have misunderstood..You can't do that..Gabriel would never let you do that. And even if he did, I can't ask you to do that for me.."
You puff your cheeks, upset at his lack of faith.
" Why don't you believe me ?! Have you forgotten that the code forbids me to lie ?! Or do you have such little faith on my abilities ?!"
He laughs at your grumpy expression and shakes his head, making you understand that that wasn't what he meant, before putting his forehead against yours.
" Oh no, angel..It's not about not believing that you are good enough, I know that you are. It's about you not being here, right now, with me..Not being blamed for something that should be my responsibility.."
You try to make sense of his words until you seem to understand and burst out laughing to his astonishment.
" I see what's happening here ! You're afraid I'll put myself between you and the lovely policewoman ! But, don't worry, I'll be as discreet as a mouse as long as I'll stay here..I'm just here for a month and then, I'll be gone. I even got a job as a teacher at the school of Trixie, so you won't have to worry about me asking for money ! Lovely kid by the way !"
If Lucifer didn't have a headache before, he certainly did now..He is overwhelmed by the amount of information you've just given him and falls on the sofa. You follow him and sit next to him with your eternal sweet smile on your face and he runs his hand over his face, worry and tiredness written all over his features. You put your hands on his shoulders and your chin upon one of your hands, trying to soothe him by stroking his shoulders with your thumbs reassuringly.
" Let me take care of you..You've suffered enough, my wonderful little snake.."
Lucifer smiles at the familiar nickname before laying his hand over your back and looking down at you with teary eyes.
" Even after all this time, you still accept me ? You still find the strength in yourself to love me ?"
You answer him with a wide grin.
" Always. I'll always love you, Luci..They can tell me whatever they want, I know you and who you really are. I've seen every single part of you and I will always love all of them. Your flaws and your imperfections are what makes you so perfect..Can't you see ? You're not Father's greatest failure, your Father's greatest wonder. I could never be as human and empathetic as you are, I could never love them the way you can, because you understand them. Their desires, dreams and feelings are in you as well. In some way, I envy you. You'll always be closer to them than I'll ever be.."
Lucifer listens to your words with great attention and when you're finished, he looks at you like he's never looked at anyone before. He is full of gratitude and can't stop smiling at the abundance of kindness you had bestowed upon him. He kisses the palm of your hands, tears rolling down his cheeks and his heart swollen with adoration and devotion towards you.
" There is nothing great about humanity, but you seem to always see good in everything and everyone..You can't imagine how much I've missed you.."
You giggle as he peppers you face with kisses.
" I've missed you too, Luci..But, I think you should probably stop acting this way, or people will think you have a soft spot.."
You tease him and he takes a fake gasp before pointing a finger at himself.
" Me ?! Why never..?!"
You chuckle at his false startled expression before wrapping your hands around his waist to mumble against his shoulder.
" I love you, Luci..I know you don't believe me, but I really do."
He glances down at you with open tenderness before slowly petting the top of your head with care.
" I know, love..But, we both know that it will end in misery for the both of us.."
You smile up at him and kiss him on the cheek before replying with a shrug. You tighten your hold on him and make yourself even more comfortable by laying your head on his thighs.
" Misery with you is better than misery without you.."
He sighs loudly before looking down at you and seeing you suddenly asleep..Unaware that you were still somehow able to hear him, he whispers almost sorrowfully to himself.
" What hurts the most is that..You won't remember anything of what you just said.."
He watches your silent form for a while and takes a shaky breath before looking up at the sky, knowing that HE is listening.
" Punishing me wasn't enough ? You had to punish her as well ? How many centuries must you make her suffer and wait for something that will never happen ? You promised that when I would fall, she would stay safe..You gave me your word ! You turned around and left me to fall without her or you ! Can you imagine the pain I felt when I woke up in that dreadful place; alone and scared. And not only did you leave me, you took her away from me too ! You promised you wouldn't, and yet you did ! You gave up on us ! You gave up on me ! And just when I thought I would finally be able to forget her and live with Chloe, you send her to me and make me love her all over again ! What must I do to finally be able to forget ! I've done what you asked, over and over again ! I erased her memory every time she would come to see me ! I made sure that she would not remember all the moments we shared together after my fall ! And yet, you can't even keep an eye on her and let her run Hell alone ?! Why ?! To make me even more guilty ?! Every 100 years ! Every 100 years you let her come down here and make me suffer by erasing everything ! I thought that once I would be among them, she wouldn't be able to find me anymore, but as always, I'm trapped and must see the only person I love forget about me, over and over again.."
He starts crying and doubles in pain at the rage eating him up from the inside. This is where he feels it, a small tremor, a slight change in body position..He freezes in horror and looks down at you, to meet directly with your wide glassy eyes full of pain and grief.
"..Every 100 years ?.."
His breath stops as he understands that you've been listening to him and shakes his head at his own stupidity.
" Luci...? How many times did I come here to see you ?"
As he bites his lower lip in order not to answer you, you straighten up and ask again firmly, all joy having left your voice.
" How many times, Lucifer ?"
His eyes wander around the room before looking back at you and his heart tightens as he knows that he couldn't lie to you anymore.
" 50 times..You came 50 times and every time, you took a body and as soon as this body would reach its limit, you would die and get back up there with HIM..He would reset your memory and you would forget everything if I didn't do it first..while I remember everything. It hurts, Y/N..Just when I thought I could forget about you, he sends you again.."
You open your mouth agape at the news and look at the body you had taken and feel tears gathering up in your eyes. For centuries, you've fought for Lucifer's redemption, not even noticing that you were the one who was also being punished.
" This woman..Do you love her ?"
You suddenly ask and Lucifer stays silent for a moment before finally confessing.
" Not as much as you.."
You laugh at his answer before shaking your head and looking back at him with tears in your eyes, still full of compassion for him.
" But you will..You will love her with all of your heart and, knowing you, you will find a way for her to be by your side forever, something I can't be.."
He was about to deny your words, but you don't let him and stand up to walk towards the door. He quickly does the same and puts his hand over yours when you were about to use the handle to open the door.
" Please, angel..It is hard enough for me to know that I have very little time with you..Don't go."
He pleads and it takes all of your strength not to indulge in his request. You turn around and kiss him with a burning passion, to let him know that you weren't leaving him because you wanted to..But because you knew that there was nothing that you could do that wouldn't end up in tears and blood, because you love him. When he opens his eyes again, you are gone and he falls to his knees, knowing that it was probably the last time he would see you, or be intimate with you in this life. He knows that you've just given him the highest form of mercy there is: this kiss, signifying his freedom and the start of his new life..But then, why does it hurt so much ? As if you had just taken a part of himself with you..He looks up to see the car of Chloe that parks in front of the house, a very excited Trixie in her arms and wipes his tears away to smile at the family that he had learned to be a part of.
" So, is your friend gone ?"
Chloe asks, looking around to see if you were still in the house. Lucifer frowns before asking, confused.
" What friend ?"
One month later :
" Be safe on your way back, okay Trixie ?"
Trixie smiles up at you and nods vividly.
" Don't worry, my dad is coming to get me !"
You ark an eyebrow, wondering if Chloe had finally got herself a man to look after Trixie..not suspecting one bit that Lucifer would be the one entering your classroom to get Trixie. The little girl jumps in his arms and you can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, as well as Lucifer's obvious awkwardness. When you make eye contact, you simply smile politely at each other and he turns around to get the girl back home. Perfect strangers. When he is gone however, you feel a pain in your chest and have to grip on the nearby table in order to support yourself. When you look up, you see Gabriel and smile bitterly, knowing why he was here..
" So, my time has come then, Gab ?"
He looks almost apologetic when he extends his hand towards you and answers affirmatively.
" You know the drill, Y/N..one month with him. You're the one who wished to share his burden..Hell is waiting.."
You close your eyes and nod in submission.
" I know..Lead the way, Gabriel."
Lucifer is feeling uneasy..He has this feeling that he knew that teacher somehow..But couldn't seem to recall where he could have seen her before..
" You know, the new teacher is really nice ! She got us some cake today, and said that I was going to become a very fine lady when I grow up !"
She puffs her chest out proudly and Lucifer smiles while they arrive at Chloe's house.
" Really ? And what else did she tell you ?"
Trixie frowns in deep concentration before answering him.
" Well..her name is Y/N..And when I said to her that I was friends with the devil, she told me to take care of him, as he is a very special friend.."
Lucifer chuckles before opening the door of his car and letting the little girl out to enter the house where her mother was trying desperately to find an explanation to her new case, not supernatural this time. It was rather refreshing..However, his thoughts come back to the earlier event when he had made eye contact with you, your smile had almost seemed..sad ? Y/N..Y/N..Where had he already heard that name before ? He searches in each corner of his memory, the feeling of knowing nagging and annoying him. He is in the middle of the driveway when he suddenly remembers and stops abruptly. His tires screech loudly on the pavement when he pulls back. He starts driving at a fast speed towards the school.
" Wait for me Y/N, I'm coming.."
You find yourself on the top of the school and look at Gabriel that seems to read your thoughts.
" He's not coming.."
You smile sadly at the prospect and nod understandingly.
" I know..Hell needs me, and he doesn't."
You take a big breath before opening your eyes, the last rays of sunlight reflecting in your eyes as your body starts shifting into his.
" Are we ready to go, Lucifer ?"
You smile at Gabriel's new name for you and nod before looking at yourself and smirking, the same smirk you had learned to love and hate as you were exercising how to do it in front of your mirror.
" Let's go, humans are such a boredom anyway !"
If Gabriel hadn't seen the transformation with his own eyes, he would have thought that it was the true Lucifer that was now standing before him..It is just when you deploy your white wings that he remembers that it is still you, under all of that pretend..You are both about to take your leave when you hear the loud bang of a car crashing nearby. You both look down and see Lucifer get out of the car, his eyes flashing a bright orange as he looks up at you. You shiver at the anger radiating from him and try to fly up after Gabriel. However, Lucifer shouts your name in such a guttural and ferocious way that you freeze.
" Y/N ! Don't you dare fly away from me ! I forbid you to go !"
You glance down at him and see that he has taken his true appearance back and each step he takes are trailed by little flames of Hell's fire. You shake your head and tear your eyes away from him to take a step back and jump in the air to follow Gabriel. Gabriel tries to warn you, but before he could utter a word, someone had tackled you to the ground in mid-air. When you look up, you see a very angry Lucifer on top of you and it's the first time that you are actually scared of him.
" Luci..? Wh..What are you..?!"
" Enough !"
He cuts you off with all of his mighty authority and you can't do anything but stay quiet as he glares at you.
" What do you think will happen if any of the demons down there recognizes you ?! What went through your little naive mind to think that that would ever work ?! You're an angel, Y/N ?! Come on, you really thought about the consequences of your actions ?!"
Your lower lip quivers at his harsh words and you feel hot tears rolling down your cheeks. He grins evilly at you before wiping your tears in a false gesture of sympathy.
" Aww..If you had done your researches like a good little angel, you would have known that Lucifer Morningstar doesn't cry.."
" Liar !"
You shout back and he smirks at your insult.
" See ? Progress."
He then stands up and yanks you up just as Gabriel flies down next to the both of you. He looks at the both of you before sighing and taking a step back, making you understand that he wouldn't take part of what was to unfold.
" I don't know what's going on, and I don't have the time to care..All I know is that I have to bring one of you in Hell before the gates close tonight.."
You and Lucifer look at each other and Lucifer is surprised to see you get on a fighting stance, but smiles at the determination in your eyes.
" You want to got to Hell ? Fine by me..But you'll have to go through me first."
Far from feeling threatened, Lucifer is amused by your strength of will and his smile widens. He slowly takes back his human form and cracks his fingers theatrically before gesturing for you to step closer with his index.
" Wanna fight the devil ? I must warn you, it plays dirty.."
You smile at his innuendo before running towards him and throw a punch at his face. He takes a step back, not having expected you to actually be fighting him, but quickly composes himself and tries to knock you out with a blow to the head. However, you're too fast and make him fall by round kicking his legs. You can't help but smile smugly at his startled expression.
" Have I forgotten to mention that I've been learning a thing ot two about fighting with Michael ?"
He groans at the name of his brother and quickly stands up to attack again. Soon, you are both fighting each other seriously and, blow after blow, both get tired. Gabriel doesn't even know which one is which at the end, when you both pass out. However, Time is running out and he decides to take the closest Lucifer to fly away. He succeeds in arriving to the gates just in time and when you wake up, you find yourself in Hell. You look around and see the billions of souls being tortured and it takes all of your self-control not to throw up and remain poised on your throne of stone. You close your eyes and take multiple breaths to calm yourself. When you open your eyes, you sit straight and whisper to yourself.
" Okay..Here we go, Lucifer..Wish me luck.."
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Just a lil much-needed queer youth joy - we need to talk about these students and allies in Hawai'i!
Students from Campbell- Kapolei Complex Schools used funding from one of our 50 States 50 Grants to give SO much support to their queer communities.
They bolstered their GSA clubs, held community based education events like a Halloween party and craft day, and even got to attend Honolulu Pride - where Hawai'i-raised Bretman Rock showed up for a surprise visit and marched alongside the students to honor them and their work, having attended the same schools themself growing up!
So proud of these students for recognizing what they need in their own communities.
And lucky for y'all...apps are open for the 3rd season of 50 States, 50 Grants right now through April 1, 2024 - if you're a high schooler or middle schooler in the US/DC/territories and have an idea for how you'd use the funds at your own school, don't miss out on applying: 50states50grants.org
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moral-turpitudes · 3 years
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Golden Ring: Part 2
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Trigger Warnings: Angst, Fighting, Swearing, Fluff, Gore, Smoking, Drinking, etc.
Word Count: 1,833
Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader
Requested by: @captivatedbycillianmurphy​  (thank you!)
Summary: When the Shelby’s are on business, there’s no such thing as rest, not even for Y/N.
A/N: Totally had “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage The Elephant stuck in my head while writing this. (Also fun fact: they’re from the city I went to college in and they did a free show on campus once which was lit).
Part 1 | Part 2
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Tommy drove through the late-night fog and along the dark roads that led to their warehouse, the wheels creeping by ever so slightly on the dirt covered streets. The gears shifted as he put the car in park and got out, and walked towards the old building.
He pulled out a cigarette and rubbed it against his lips as he walked further into the darkness, the only light coming from what he assumed were his brothers cigarettes in the distance.
“Aye, who the fuck are you?” One of the men asked, who was most definitely not his brother.
“I could ask you the same question. Why are you on my property?” Tommy asked, the light from a cracked window seeping in, illuminating the two men’s faces.
“Well if it isn’t Mr. Thomas Shelby. We’re here to take your stock. The weapons. The drugs...What are you going to do? Call your brothers? Make your whore of a mother appear out of thin air or something?” He asked.
Tommy sighed, straightened his coat, and took his hat off nonchalantly, flipping it around in his hand as he looked down at it, before landing a hard punch to the mans jaw.
His other friend quickly took off towards the door with two bags full of cocaine.
“I wouldn’t run if I were you mate. You won’t get far.” Arthur said blocking the door with John next to him holding a shotgun.
Tommy then grabbed his cap tightly and pulled his hand back, sending the razor blade straight towards the mans eye. He slashed open one of them to where he’d be barely be able to see out of it, and the other he cut out completely, leaving the man screaming bloody murder as he walked towards his brothers.
“Where are the other men aye?” He asked grabbing the man by his collar.
“By the cut, I heard them fighting so I stayed here with him.” He said pointing to his partner bleeding out on the ground.
“They aren’t there anymore, you little London boy. You don’t mess with the peaky fookin’ blinders and live to tell about it.” Arthur said inching closer to the young man.
He was shaking as he realized he was the only one of his gang left, his boss surely plotting his death the longer he stayed in Small Heath.
“I’ll give you one minute to run out of here, because I don’t think you’re worth killing just yet. You tell your boss that if he wants to do business he’ll come to me directly, or I’ll have to come to him, and he won’t want that.” Tommy said menacingly as he held the young man by his collar.
“Al-alright. I will, can you let me go?” He asked.
Tommy held him there for a couple moments just to watch him struggle before letting him go. The young man dropped to the ground and ran straight out, leaving his friend and other deceased gang members behind.
“Now, what did you lot do with the others? I’m not digging any graves tonight.” He asked, his eyes landing on John.
“Well Arthur beat two of them to a pulp. I told ya he would go feral.” John said giving a sideways glance at Arthur.
Arthur smacked him in the back of the head before he continued.
“Well John-boy shot one in the head, the other is drifting down the cut with 3 bullet holes in his chest. Do we have to fookin’ retrieve them now Tommy?” Arthur asked.
“If you don’t want the coppers to get on us again, then yes. I’d imagine it would frighten the women and children walking past the cut as well, we don’t want that.” Tommy said before heading towards the door.
He looked down at his golden ring before looking back at his brothers who angrily spoke up.
“You’re just gonna leave us here to do the dirty work then aye Tommy?” John yelled.
“I have some things to do. You’ve both buried worse, just make their graves deeper this time.” He said before looking at his pocket watch.
“It’s Y/N again isn’t it Tommy? Bastard can’t even handle a murder job without wanting to run home to his spouse!” Arthur said, chuckling as John smirked.
“You’ll understand someday Arthur. Just get to work or I’ll make sure you’re both buried with that gang of fools instead of buried in company work tomorrow.” Tommy said before stepping outside and lighting another cigarette before heading home.
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Back at home, the sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window with you laying in it’s rays, the sun warm on your skin as you draped yourself across the sheets as sleep eluded you still.
Your eyes were tired, with dark circles starting to form as the thoughts danced around in your head at where your husband could be. It had been 3 hours since he’d left, not that time meant much when he was away, it always seemed to blur until he came home.
As you stared at the old stone fireplace, you could hear the door cracking open downstairs as familiar footsteps heavily echoed through the hall and up to the bedroom.
He cracked the door open as light as he could, not wanting to disturb you if you were asleep, but you moved so you were facing him as he entered the room, meeting his tired eyes and blood stained hands and face. His clothes weren’t much better off, knowing that would be a pain to wash out.
“You haven’t slept...” He said taking his cap off and looking at you. He undid his dress shirt and took of the suspenders that clanked as he set them down on the table.
“I told you I probably wouldn’t be able to, you know that my love.” You said as you curled up on the sofa, the robe around you shifting with your movements.
“What can I do to help ya then aye? I can’t have you passing out at work.” He said coming over to sit on the floor next to you.
You lazily ran your hand through his hair as he leaned into your touch. The blood from earlier still glinting off his face in the sunlight.
“Well you could go take a shower, you’ve become so used to being covered in blood you forget it’s all over your face.” You said giggling slightly, he smiled and you felt him laugh a bit as you dropped your hand to his shoulder, massaging it lightly.
“You’re right about that, do you want to join?” He asked, looking over to you as he smirked.
“Only after you’ve washed the blood off, and on one condition.” You said.
“And what is that?” He asked.
“You lay with me for a while since you’ve been gone more often than not this week...that might help me sleep, at least until we have to get to work.” You said.
He smiled and nodded in agreement before getting up to rid himself of last nights business. You reluctantly getting up from the comfort of the sofa to join him in the steaming shower not soon after.
Showers always made everything better in a sense, so after it, you had no trouble falling asleep in Tommy’s arms.
You awoke later to the sun shining even brighter than before, signaling the afternoon, and you felt his warm arms still holding you as you lifted your head up slightly to look at him. He looked peaceful when he slept, or at least when he slept near you. Other times he’d be wide awake as the sounds of shovels and the muddy tunnels plagued his mind.
You carefully got up to not wake him and looked at the clock on the wall, lightly ticking in the distance and your eyes growing wide at the realization.
“My god...oh no...not again!” You said hurriedly.
“Thomas wake up! Thomas!” You said shaking his shoulder lightly.
His eyes shot open and he sat up immediately, looking around the room for any danger.
“What is it Y/N?” He said groggily and calming down as he saw you frantically getting ready.
“We overslept! Polly’s gonna kill us! We can’t be late to another meeting...you know this.” You said scurrying into the bathroom as you heard Tommy swearing under his breath.
He walked in as you were doing your hair quickly and putting in minimal effort to look presentable. Tommy was shirtless and standing behind you brushing his teeth, with his pants and belt undone as he’d hurriedly thrown a new pair on.
“You can finish getting ready and I’ll wait in the car.” You said moving out of his way and slipping your shoes on and grabbing your coat.
That was always the one little thing he loved about you, as you would always get ready quickly which often came in handy when he’d steal you away before other meetings or parties, and you still looked remarkable even if you put in minimal effort.
Not long after you started the car, he was bounding out the door and climbing into the drivers side, giving you a quick peck on the lips before speeding off towards the shop.
You looked at the watch Tommy had gifted you a while back, it reading 12:30pm as you both headed towards the familiar streets. People looked on as Tommy sped slightly through the streets earning some concerned glances.
With a lurching stop, Tommy parked the car and help you out, letting you inside the shop first as he followed.
“Y/N...Thomas...nice of you to join us.” Polly said smirking at you both as you walked in to the packed meeting room.
Tommy shook his head as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before sitting down and lifting a cigarette to his lips, wincing as Polly loudly re-hashed some of the news and plans involving the business.
“Tom, the London boys boss is wanting to meet you. Your message was delivered.” Michael said, eyeing him as he lit his own cigarette.
“When will he be here? 3 in the morning?” He asked, yawning on cue as you smirked, remembering the annoying events of last night.
“Actually yeah...What? That’s what he said...” Michael said confused.
You and Tommy shared a knowing look, as he rolled his eyes back to his brother.
“Alright...tell him it’s doing me a disservice but I’ll meet him...with backup of course.” He said looking to John and Arthur, they seemed just as tired, and still wearing their clothes from last night.
“For fucks sake. As long as you bury him this time Tom.” John said.
Tommy smirked in response, turning his gaze to you as you lazily rested your head on your arm, Polly glaring at you until you straightened up.
As much as you loved your husband, it was a known fact in the Shelby family that the wicked never rested. So you sighed as you accepted your fate, knowing sleep would elude you once again until business was done.
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