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I think I want it - Maxwell Lord x gn!reader
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gracias mami 🥰🥰 here, enjoy this flirty blurb of our dilf Maxwell:
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If there’s anything worth a damn dime at this party, it’s that pair of eyes that follows you throughout the room.
You feel them seemingly burning right through you, gauging any other looks you might have received from others and – to a certain extent, you suppose you feel flattered. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since the moment you showed up. Yet frustration is another sentiment residing in your chest because… why hasn’t he said anything?
You know him. Of course you do. The whole damn world knows him, you think. Maxwell Lord, the new rich celebrity. “The guy on the TV”, as many brainless and spineless dolls referred to him. There certainly is a particular charm about him, unrelated to his money of course. That was not something high on your interests list when it came to seeking potential partners. His accent was something to adore, for one thing. His tireless determination to work, his devotion to his son… plenty of things to be appreciated.
You catch his stare one more time before you notice him mindlessly chugging the champagne and approaching you boldly. Now it’s when you truly freak out in realization that you had, in fact, asked for this. Indirectly, in your subconscious entirely, to be sure, but you asked for it. You wanted it.
Or at least you think you do.
When he smiles down your way, you smile yourself, flustered and curiously intimidated.
Yes. You sure wanted this.
“I have been sipping champagne ever since you arrived in hopes of… plucking up the courage to approach you,” Maxwell says in his soothing, charming tone, hints of his foreign accent slipping and making you swoon.
“I have been doing the same. Except my motive was to be able to respond properly to you, Mr. Lord.”
There’s a wicked spark in his eyes, playful yet reassuring in a way. You rub your sweaty palms together and maintain the polite facial expression. Your thoughts rush beyond that though; you simply want to learn to read Maxwell like a book, uncover what it is that makes him so appealing, drawing you in like a moth to the flame.
“Please, call me Max. No need for formalities, my sweet,” he smiles.
“Very well. Max.”
“Ah. That has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”
“It certainly does.”
“Pardon me if I stared but... you might just be the most gorgeous piece of artwork I’ve seen. And not just the cheap displays they have hung in here.”
You chuckle nervously, a sign of acceptance to Max. You even brush off his statement regarding the claimed fake art.
“Would it be inappropriate if I were to invite you to my office? Right now?”
“Right – right now?”
Again he smiles, this time the gesture accompanied by a raise of his eyebrows, slightly suggestive.
“Only to talk, I promise!” he quickly laughs it off as if intuiting your thoughts and raising his hands in defense.
That calms you down. “I would like to get to know you better, Max.”
“My dear, I would very much enjoy the same thing.”
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fake ah crew aesthetic: Zed Direction
The notorious Zed haunts the city of Los Santos as one of the most feared criminals walking the streets. Sporting an air of innocence he could be passed by without a single glance, but when his mask fades away the monster is unleashed from within him. Death follows his trail spreading chaos and ruin: his two favorite pastimes. He is all-powerful, all-knowing, striking fear in those who dare challenge him. His presumed-innocence a mockery towards his enemies. Zed exists as a paradox: an innocent face with a corrupt soul. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A wolf who’s not afraid of a little bloodshed.
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ok!! because i’m excited, here’s the blurb and beginning of the ah thing i’ve been writing recently. it’s unedited so sorry if it reads a bit weird, but i currently have 3 chapters of this and about 12k words written and once it’s edited a bit i’d like to start posting whole chapters.
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There is something inside Gavin Free, a power that he can’t contain. He and Geoff have been on the run since Gavin was a child from a facility determined to experiment on him, but Gavin’s power is only getting more destructive. When he turns fourteen, Geoff sends him to England to keep him safe, promising to return when the facility is gone.
Four years later, Geoff gets in touch with Gavin again. Geoff and his new crew, the fakes, have been fighting the facility for four years--but they’re losing. They need Gavin and his murderous power.
But they’ve both changed in the years since Gavin left, and returning to America--and meeting Geoff’s new crew--is difficult for Gavin. And there’s a fight coming: the facility is after people like Gavin, and they won’t stop until the fakes are imprisoned--or dead.
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That’s the blurb! And I have the first few paragraphs here, also a bit rough but I’m proud of them. (tw blood, death)
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When Gavin rose up again from the depths, Geoff said he was laughing.
Geoff would tell him everything, every time, once they were out of danger. In a hotel room two states away, the curtains drawn and the anxiety of traveling, of running, faded--then Gavin would ask questions, and Geoff would tell him.
This time, Geoff said, Gavin had been laughing. The blood had almost drowned him, bursting from every orifice of the men around them, pools of it in their twitching bodies and Geoff hadn’t been able to come near, had recoiled every time he tried. Gavin had stood there, swaying, while Geoff retched on the other side of the room, and then Gavin’s knees had buckled and he’d fallen into the pile of bodies, his skinny frame vanishing easily into all the blood. It had been a long time before Geoff could fight his way through to Gavin, before it started to wear off, and all that time Gavin had been laughing.
Gavin thought he could still taste the blood now, the change of clothes and scrub in an airport bathroom not enough to make him feel clean. More than that, though, he could still feel it under his skin: static, unclean. The stench of death, the feeling of being back after being gone.
Gavin was fourteen, now, and it was getting worse.
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I’d really like to start posting this properly when I’ve tidied it up a bit (and decided on an ending lol) but!! here’s the start! with more to come probably :)
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Amaghelo Story 01
The long-awaited (especially by me) first installment of the Amaghelo storyline. Amaghelo is my custom magic set and a world that has found itself in peace that seems to last. Culture and arts thrive here, in a world where magic infused crystals fall from the sky.
Qartag was the biggest port city in Mageb, though technically it still belonged to the kingdom of Elba. Originally, the land was taken by the Elba and heavily contested but since the treaties the two territories gladly share a sort of joint custody. The two cultures have intertwined in the trade city. Mageby citizens who cannot conveniently traverse the mountainous territory and the following desert that divides the two lands come to Qartag. Elba citizens travel by boat to partake in the city’s tourism and to marvel and purchase fine Mageb crafts.
This was the blurb Itri would ramble at planeswalkers he met. He adored explaining at length the facets of Amaghelo. Unfortunately, fate rarely seemed to cross his path with others of his kind. Qartag was his hometown and where his mother still lived.
Mardik had to gather supplies with his expedition crew so Itri took some time to visit his mom.
“Itri!” She cooed as he entered her kitchen. She wiped her hands on a towel and hugged him. “I saw a roc perched over in the mountain where I met your father this morning.” She walked back over to the steam pot gesturing excitedly as she talked. “I knew that was the Goddess telling me something. I told Izzu to get that Elba cinnamon from the market. I’m making your favorite dessert.”
“And people say the Goddess works in mysterious ways,” Itri quipped. He set aside his travel cloak and staff.
“Dear, do you really wear that when you travel? A vest is not a bottom layer,” His mother scolded playfully. “That’s your father’s style always showing off his muscles. That’s how he tricked me into marrying him.” She joked.
“Say what you want about Aradus, mom, but he had amazing taste in women.” He kissed her cheek.
“Aradus!?” A raspy voice said from outside. A gorgon slithered into the kitchen. Her head wrapped in a heavily decorated black veil. “I would spit if the man were worth the saliva.” Her demeanor instantly lit up. “Itri!” She hoisted him in her arms and into the air.
“Auntie Izzu!” He barely managed to cough. “How was the market?”
Placing him back on the floor she scoffed, “Don’t get me started. Elba rat of a man tried to haggle me up.” She let out another defiant scoff. “Like there are gorgons out there who would loosen their purse. I swear if it weren’t for you two I’d say legs made a person an idiot.” She too removed her heavier travel cloak and the face coverings of her headwrap. Her jewelry clanged as she passed Hennu the spoils from her market trip.
“Thank you Izzu. Now that you mention it,” Hennu chuckled, “every idiot I’ve met had legs.”
The gorgon beamed, “Y’see?”
The three of them put the finishing touches on Itri’s welcome meal.
Mardik made it to Hennu’s house as the sun was setting. His purse significantly lighter but his caravan full and waiting for him outside of town. This shopping trip hadn’t taken long but he almost set off without Itri and had returned to Qartag to fetch him. His walk had been filled with crossing off items on his list and devising a plan to keep Hennu from preparing a meal to celebrate seeing him again. True she was an amazing cook but he had places to be and stars to research.
“Mardik!? Is that you?” Hennu called, hanging out from her window. “Come in I’ll fix you something.”
Her head disappeared back into the building before he could protest. A calculated move. Mardik sighed and entered the building. Itri was stretched out on the floor laughing at something. Mardik almost jumped out of his skin when a gorgon came from the next room, she had to duck to navigate the doorframes.
“Izzu this is Mardik.” Hennu introduced, “Mardik this is Izzu.”
“Ah, the expedition boy.”
“Relax. She’s-” Itri paused, “Well not harmless but Auntie Izzu won’t hurt you. She just doesn’t like Elbites. Says they all tense up when they see a giant snake woman.” Itri laughed, “Yeah just like you’re doing now.”
They all laughed.
“Yes well,” Mardik tried to fake comfortable, “we really need to get on the road. Night is the best time to find fallen stars and track shooting ones.” If there was anything Mardik knew about people, they hated it when he talked about research. “Not only does the darkness reveal their glow but some theorize that at night they actually resonate at different and more detectable frequencies.”
With a loud grown Itri got to his feet and grabbed his things. Hennu left quickly and returned. He hugged Izzu then his mother. She passed him some leftovers and a small pouch. He opened it and looked in. An amulet fashioned in an eye shape with a glistening diamond at the center.
“To keep my traveler safe.” She whispered. They hugged and both badly fought back tears.
The road from Qartag was long and simple, perhaps the only flatland in Mageb. The sun was gone and Itri was surrounded by strangers and Mardik. He was always traveling, which meant leaving a lot of places but this was the only one that was hard. This time in particular stung. He guessed that was from leaving in a group with a set destination. Usually he’d grab a whiff of magic and follow it at full forcemage speed. Walking this slow was already getting to him.
“I know why I believe you but how did you convince all these guys to go on this journey?” Itri asked as he pulled up to Mardik’s horse.
“Believe it or not, while you were away I become a respected scholar and world authority on fallen stars.”
“I guess there are merits to sitting still.”
“Yes but not enough.” Mardik gestured to the caravan. “Hence the expedition. You seem tense already so I have to ask if you can keep up.”
Awkwardness flowed in Itri’s veins. He kept a lot of secrets but his face never showed them. “Please. I’m tense because of how slow we’re going. I’ve left Qartag a ton of times and I’m usually to Shawafa by now.” Itri flirted with revealing his secret powers like this. His tone made it sound like an exaggeration. But it was true, forcemagic made him impossibly quick but wasn’t something he wanted to reveal. Mardik was his friend but keeping things secret was easier than outing himself as different. Secrets are much easier than turbulence. He assured himself.
“We aren’t a nervous bride asking for a palm reading. We don’t need to go to Shawafa. Even if the rest of us could move at impossible speeds.” Mardik’s grumpy response meant he didn’t take Itri’s boast literally. “We’re cutting across to Malakal and then east on the edge of the city after we meet up with the fuyin to take us through the mountains.”
“You wanna go by Malakal? The gorgon capitol? After you freaked out when you saw Auntie Izzu?”
“I did not freak out. Reading a measurement and seeing it tower over you in person are very different things.” Mardik coughed at the rest of the team and they lagged behind. He didn’t want his reputation to these people bismurched. “Besides I didn’t know your mother lived with a gorgon. I know they’re at Malakal. No surprise, no ‘freak out.’“ He mocked Itri’s tone.
“Yeah after the-” Itri searched his mind for the least antagonizing word, “After the troubles she met Izzu and they became fast friends. Mageby folks don’t like to live alone especially in Qartag so they live together. Pretty simple. Gorgons are people, just way more naturally equipped at killing other people than most.”
“I just didn’t want to get accidentally turned to stone.”
“Izzu can’t even do that, she’s not a ‘royal’ gorgon. The veil is purely a gesture of good faith. Bare snake eyes scare people so they cover up in public. Excluding all the cruel stuff she said about your home territory she’s really polite.” Itri shrugged.
Awkward silence, Itri’s mortal nemesis, owned the night for a time. Rather than face his idle mind he spoke. “So the living stars?”
“Is that the end of your sentence?”
“Basically.”
“Crystalkin. I coined the term. Three incidents were reported in the Adrart mountain range that divides Major and Minor Mageb. Fuyin gossip but there were consistencies and half-proofs.”
“I don’t talk to a lot of people but aren’t those things flimsy excuses to fund an expedition.”
“That’s what I thought. Until I saw one myself. Ugarit’s repository had a break in. Technically a breakout. A broach tore down a door, tackled a guard, and scuttled into the sea.“
“A broach!?” Itri caught is loud laugh. “That’s hilarious as long as the guard is okay.”
“He’s fine. And well yeah it kinda was. All the scholarly anzu squacking and panicking. It was the first recording of a processed star coming to life. The Fuyin incidents were fresh landed. Said they crawled out of their craters and wandered off before they could be made into baubles.”
“Are they sick of being jewelry?”
Mardik laughed “I hope not. Diamonds are a timeless look.”
“So the broach was violent. What about the fresh crystalkin? Any fuyin casualties?”
“One was attacked. A crystalkin with arm blades cut a collector bad on the arm. But they only seem to attack if someone stands in their way. No one has been able to pursue so we don’t even know where they go.”
No one can move like me. Itri thought. “Maybe we’ll catch one.”
“That’s the plan, my friend.”
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FAHC prompt: Michael doesn’t let people take care of him when he’s sick. They don’t need to be bothered anyway, it’s never serious and he’s good enough at hiding it. So when Michael has stayed in his room for three days in a row, the crew decides to figure out what’s up, not knowing how sick he is.
Thanks for your patience while it took me a while to get to this prompt. I initially got it after one very similar that I did for Jack so I wanted to give some space between those too!
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The Shakes
“Achoo!” Michael’s bows at the power of the sneeze that hurts his throat. “Fuck,” he huffs before sniffling. There’s no good time to be sick but at least right now he can hold himself up for a few days. A few people were off collecting intel and staking out locations. He didn’t necessarily have to pretend not to feel the awful that was overtaking him. But he doesn’t have to worry about the fretting over.
It’s a lot of soup and vitamin C at first but it doesn’t quite seem to be doing the trick. The aches still catch him in the late evening. The fevers come and he can break them but they keep creeping up. “God, if this is the end, just take me,” he wails from his bed. There’s a nest of tissues that have missed the overflowing trashcan.
“Michael boi, what happened to you?”
Michael turns to see Gavin, poking his head in through the cracked door. “No, don’t worry about me. I’m just dying.” On cue, another sneeze shakes through his body and he flops into the pillows with a hard sigh. “When did you get back? How long it’s been?”
“Just got back today. Three days. You look like utter shit. Have you taken anything?”
Michael looks over to bottles of Dayquil and Nyquil. “Unless those some sort of fakes, yeah.”
Alfredo’s sees Gavin hovering the door of Michael’s door and takes pause. “What’s happenin’ wit you fellas?” And just over Gavin’s shoulder, Alfredo sees the sea of tissues, Michael’s shivering body and the bottles of water strewn about. Some are empty. Some just have dregs and dribbles of water left in them. “I got something for that.”
Michael tries to protests, tries to tell them not to worry but he never gest the defense out. Gavin follows behind Alfredo. Alfredo scampers around the kitchen, putting a pot onto the stove. Gavin grabs some extra trash bags and gloves.
When Gavin returns to clean up the tissues and bottles, Michael’s sound asleep, curled up under the sheets and with a fan blowing at the foot of it. IT’s silent as Gavin manages to clean up the tissues and right as he finishes that Alfredo returns, a towel over his arm before rousing Michael awake.
“I am a grown man,” Michael huffs, but lets Alredo drape the towel over his head.
“Just humor me for like two seconds,” Fredo giggles before they walk back into the kitchen. Placing Michael over the steaming point, Alfredo continues on chopping veggies and pulling spices down from the racks.
Michael’s inhaling the vapor, eyes blearing just a little but god, now his nose is finally opening up. “Is this what a nose does?” he cheers into he vapors. His arms flailing just a little as he hold the towel over his head.
“Yeah, that is what a nose does.” Soon, Michael’s curled up on the couch. Everyone comes by changing out the water, or asking if he wants more of the soup Alfredo made. Michael’s not sure what’s in it. It’s spicy for sure but whatever it is cleared his sinus and his brain. It feels less like he’s underwater and more like his old self.
When night comes, the fevers don’t ripple him though his muscles do feel fatigued and achy. Though he’s sure that’s just from the battle of the last few days. Curled up in his blankets, Michael taps his knuckles to the door. “Freddy,” he calls gently. He gives another rap before the door creaks open.
“What’s up? Something else wrong?”
“Nah, just wanted to say thanks. For earlier.”
Alfredo shrugs, a tiny smile pulling at his lips. “Don’t sweat it.”
“Seriously though, it means a lot. Just don’t let anyone else know that I told you that. I’ll have to kill you.”
“Can’t let my friend succumb to the evil germs.” They nod at each other and Michael shuffles down the hallway, grumbling at something or maybe it’s just for the hell of it. But Alfredo watches for a moment, the way Michael hunches overs just to make sure he gets to his room okay before slipping back into his room for the night.
-H
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Merry Halloween, Ya Filthy Animal
It’s the day after Halloween and the good cheer comes in a little early.
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Fiona waiting until the day after Halloween to pop into the local grocery store. She makes a beeline directly to the seasonal section and she can see them putting up Christmas. But that’s not what she’s here for. She’s looking to see if her favorite lollipops are on sale.
She doesn’t tell anyone, considering they already had work early on in the week and Fiona just wanted to run a quick errand, be normal for 4 seconds by herself. In what should’ve only been a 5 minute trip, Fiona manages to two minutes loading her basket up with candy-- it’s easier to do by just sweeping all the left over lollipops and sweet candies with her arm into the basket-- and another ten minutes staring down the Christmas decorations.
The garland’s are itchy against her hands, but the miniature Santa’s and elfs are too cute to avoid. As Fiona continues down the aisle, stopping at the chocolates, she can hear the squeak of sneakers behind her. She throws just a quick glance over her shoulder, just to see who it is. And her jaw falls slack.
“Does she like these?” It’s Jeremy holding up a blue bag. Michael and Gavin surround him.
“Think so,” Michael returns, taking the bag to look over it. He drops it into the hand held basket before reaching for another bag on the shelf.
“I seriously can’t five minutes away from you freaks,” Fiona teases, walking back down towards them. Gavin squawks at the sound of Fiona’s voice. How had they missed her being literally on the same aisle as them?
Michael snaps his head up and Jeremy shuffles in front just a little. “What-What’re you doing here?” Michael asks.��
“Uh, being a paying customer. What the hell are you three doing here?”
“Also being paying customers,” Jeremy retorts.
Fiona takes in each of their faces. Michael’s playing is mostly cool along with Jeremy, though they’re stand pretty close together as if trying to hide something and Gavin’s frozen in place just a little, a bag of assorted candies in hand. Why would they need to be hiding anything? She takes a step closer and the three of them shuffle closer together.
“What’s goin on here?”
“Nothing. Just shopping. Browsing,” Jeremy answers.
“Uh huh, like I totally believe that.” Fiona takes another step closer to them and watching them scuttle together yet again. She has the urge to swat at the candy in Gavin’s hand. Her hand raises, almost giving into the urge, but thinks better of it and salutes the three of them.
“See you losers, later,” she states and shuffles down the aisle back towards check out.
Her return to the penthouse is uneventful. She lounges on the couch, a bag of candy resting against her torso as she scrolls through her phone. TikToks and Instagram reels are a time suck and Fiona chuckles and snorts at each passing one. There’s tinkering in the kitchen from Geoff and Jack. Trevor settles down on the couch next to her to show off videos and memes that he’s accumulated just to show her.
Soon the front doors open and close with a gentle thud. Peeking up from her phone, Fiona sees Michael, Jeremy, and Gavin with grocery bags in hand. “Sup?” she calls out with a nod. They all return it before walking into the kitchen and start unloading various grocery.
The rustle of plastic bags last for a few minutes and the sound of one swishing gets closer to Fiona. Something drops onto her stomach. “Merry Halloween, ya filthy animal,” Jeremy teases.
Fiona swats up at him but misses. “The fuck are you doing? Trying to give me a heart attack?!”Jeremy only shrugs before slumping down into the armchair next to her.
Fiona peaks into the bag and sees a couple bags of candy. “Wait! For me?” she screeches. She thought it was strange that they were on the candy aisle but she hadn’t thought they were shopping for her.
“Yeah, I didn’t drop it in Trey’s lap.”
“Wait, no.” She sits up, trying to comprehend. When she looks into the kitchen, Gavin and Michael are cracking open some White Claws but are bugging Geoff about what he’s cooking. “Seriously, you guys got me candy?”
“Oh, don’t cry about it,” Michael calls out, leaning into the counter. “You scared the shit out of us at the store, but figured since it was on sale, we could help you stock up.”
Fiona sits for a moment, unsure of how to process the moment. But her chest warms. “You guys are still losers, but you’re pretty fucking sweet.”
“We try. No matter how much you almost ruined our plans,” Jeremy teases.
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Halloween Blurb Night 2020 Masterlist
Drown Myself in Someone Like You (Harry Styles)*
Harry and Catalina meet like this often, when she can come up. And she’s always been a wild card. Harry joins in just once and learns more truth than he’s ever known about her. 18+ Content. Smut, Mentions of Violence and Death.
Becoming (Calum Hood)*
Calum’s got to grow up with this daughter, who gets invited to a party for Halloween with your best friend Levi. That leaves Calum almost alone but Bee helps him pass the time and they recount all their old stories of when they’re babies were young.
Couple’s Costumes Surprise (Calum Hood)
Female Reader Insert. Fluff. Kithes. You and Calum get email with specific instructions on how to dress for halloween. But who’s your match?
Pumpking Carving (Calum Hood)
Halloween is fast approaching and Calum suggest a trip down to the pumpkin patch for a fun little contest. But he’s also got other plans. Reader Insert. No specified race, gender, or sexuality.
Halloween Sugar Cookies (Michael Clifford)
Michael wants to make cookies for Halloween. And gets a little extra too. (Fade to black sort of deal). Reader Insert. No specified race, gender, or sexuality.
*denotes fics written prior to the blurb night, but are still apart of the Halloween 2020 festivities.
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Hudling for warmth and DIY bullet removal with anyone you want
I love you, like legit. Thanks! I’ve been itching to write. 😭
You may not know who these folks are. But I love Jeremy and Michael so much. So I’m gonna go with them.
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Flesh Wounds
“My hat.”
Michael’s grumbling under his breath. His own fingers are shaking. His body still telling him he has to get away; that he’s still in danger. And sure, he’s in danger alright. There’s nothing but the wail of Los Santos PD sirens swallowing them up as he and Jeremy linger in the basement of this old apartment building.
Michael’s covering one end of the bullet hole and gingerly looking for an exit wound. “C’mon. I swear to fucking Christ,” he sighs. He needs an exit wound. Without it, it means he’s going to have to go fishing. Nothing something he wanted to do, given that he should’ve listened to Matt more about how to DIY a bullet removal.
Jeremy laughs again, his chest heavy with his labored breathing. “I really should be more upset about being shot in the leg. But no, I mourn for a fucking hat.”
Michael’s listening to Jeremy’s laments about this ruined hat. A stray bullet went straight through the white garment. Michael, at this moment, wishes the bullet had done the same in Jeremy’s calf. It doesn’t help of course that it’s dark as shit and Jeremy’s blood is bright against the yellow pants and his pale skin but it seems like a river of it right now on Michael’s hand. He still hasn’t found that exit wound.
Finding more cloth to soak up more blood, Michael’s rag snags on something. Jeremy hisses, almost howls in pain and it takes him biting down on the bandana Michael gave him at the start of this janky medical procedure to muffle any cries out, to keep his noise level to a minimum.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Carefully, Michael works to untangle the string of fabric. To his relief though, he finds the casing sticking just above the hole in Jeremy’s flesh. “Thank fucking Christ. No lead poisoning today Lil J!”
Jeremy’s laugh is slightly muffled by the fabric clenched between his teeth. Michael grabs the tweezers and works slowly to remove the smashed bullet. He’s not even sure how the physics of that worked. How the bullet managed to say in such a level part of the flesh and not be embedded, considering the amount of blood too. Unless of course, Jeremy got grazed by one bullet and other hit something on the way to him. Either way, Michael’s just fucking relieved to have gotten it out.
The sound of the casing clattering to the ground sends a shiver down Jeremy’s spine. Or maybe it’s just a shiver from the slight blood loss. He rests his head against the concrete wall. He can tell his forehead is thick with sweat, dripping down to his eyelids. “One of these days, we’re gonna be really screwed. Like my hat. Just goners, dude.”
It should only be a hat. But, Michael knows it’s not. He knows just a forewarning. They won’t be invincible forever. It’s kind of a terrifying though. That some point they’ll have to give up the ghosts on the heist. They’ll have to take the highs with the lows. No one likes talking about the lows though.
“Eh, we’ll worry about that when that day comes.” Michael dresses the wound. His stitch job won’t compare to what can be done back at the penthouse. But for now, until the sirens die down, Michael knows it’ll slow the bleeding.
“I can hear your teeth chattering,” Michael teases, shrugging out of his leather coat. As best he can, he tucks it under Jeremy’s chin and around his shoulders.
“I-I’ll be fine.”
“Fine my ass.” Michael slides up against the wall. The mess of gauze, bloody rags and the bullet casing sit at their feet. Michael’s conscious not to settle on the side of Jeremy that’s injured and instead, settles up on Jeremy’s left, slinging his arm around Jeremy’s shoulder.
“You smell like ass.” It’s just a bit of gasoline, stale gasoline. Probably from all the previous heists and jobs where he got a little too heavy handed with his can and matches.
“You’ll survive. Just need the dickwad cops to give up and then you won’t have to tolerate it anymore.”
-H
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