#then i went to michaels whoops

[calumsash]

⭐ 1k moodboards celebration ⭐

“I'd love to see me from your point of view”

muke + pov by ariana grande for @arishemmo

#ngl i thought pov was a totally different song before i listened lmaoooo #i had my mind elsewhere and had an idea and then went WHOOPS WRONG SONG #BUT!!!!! this is a great one #just about love <3 #you guys would not believe the amount these two look at each other with this fond look #it's..... an insane amount seriously #so yeah i think this is more like. we're seeing luke from michael's pov yk <3 #aerie hope u like it!!! #5sos #5sos moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #muke #*1kmbs

[visionarymode]

Murderous

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso x female reader

✧ word count: 2,738

“I can’t believe you brought a real knife,” she shook her head while taking off her black boots. It was around one in the morning and she and Jimmy just got back from her best friend’s Halloween party. 

“It’s good I did! You ain’t seen those thirsty fuckers staring at your ass all night. I was ready to slice ‘em” he exaggerated bringing the knife to his neck. 

“That’s why you kept grabbing it all night…” she giggled remembering how he’d pull her to his chest and grab a handful every time a group of people came up to have a conversation. 

“Hell yeah that’s why I kept grabbin’ it! This all mine,” he growled against her lips as he spanked her, her tutu from the bunny costume fluffing up. 

“Yours only baby,” she smiled, kissing him for further reassurance. 

“Mmm, damn right,” he mumbled sucking on her tongue as he groped her one more time. He scooped her up in his arms and pinned her against the wall as he left sloppy kisses down her neck. 

“Mm, you still wanna party huh?” she breathed out with a giggle. 

“That party was lame as hell anyways,” he pecked her lips. She dropped her jaw at his comment.

“Don’t come for bestie like that! It was fun,” she nudged his chest to defend her. 

“Man they didn’t even have any beer pong!” he kissed his teeth making her chuckle again. 

“Don’t we still have that tennis table in the basement?” she asked with curiosity. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“You wanted beer pong let’s play some beer pong,” she expressed dropping down to the floor. 

He started laughing as she turned around with furrowed brows. 

“What? Don’t think I can beat you?” she asked still a bit tipsy from earlier. 

“Hell nah. I will whoop that ass,” he pointed his knife at her before setting his Michael Myers mask on the counter. Then an idea popped in her head. 

“Let’s make it interesting then,” she chimed in with a smirk. 

He raised his brows with anticipation as he crossed his arms. She walked towards him to zip down his jumpsuit before getting on her tiptoes to meet his lips. 

“How about…strip beer pong?” she suggested with a grin. He grinned back and nodded his head. 

“Shit okay,” he laughed excitingly pecking her lips. 

“Let me go get that table,” he slid his finger down her chest before poking her belly. 

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“Okay, I think that’s all of them.” 

She finished pouring the beer in the last solo cup and placed the bottle on the counter. 

“Wait- this isn’t even fair you only have the jumpsuit on,” she realized looking over at his costume. 

“I ain’t gonna be takin’ anything off. Those cups…” he pointed at the cups in front of her. 

“Are gonna be empty in about three minutes,” he dramatically held up three fingers with a big ass grin. 

“Yeah okay,” she scoffed. 

“Ladies first.” 

He rested his hands on each side of the table fully focused on her. She was extremely confident once the idea of the game came about, but she hadn’t played beer pong in years. His taunting and her swirling tipsy mind weren’t helping her focus. 

“You gonna forfeit already?” he chuckled. 

“Shut up,” she kept her eyes on his cups and tossed the ping pong ball and made the shot. 

“Drink & strip bitch,” she laughed pointing at him. He shook his head and chugged the beer. 

“Okay okay.” he mumbled wiping droplets of beer off his mouth. 

He went to zip down the jumpsuit but instead took off his shoes. 

“Now what the fuck?” she asked eyeing him in annoyance. 

“Whatchu’ mean? It’s on my body, so I’m gonna take it off my body!” he flaunted his arms up and down. 

“Pussy,” she muttered under her breath. 

“Whatchu’ say?” he asked before tossing the ping pong ball straight in her cup without even looking. She dropped her jaw at his effortless throw. 

“Yeaaaaaah, who’s the pussy now?” he laughed rubbing his hands together. 

“Drink and strip baby!” he mocked her. She rolled her eyes and chugged the beer taking off her bunny ears. He kissed his teeth in response. 

“What? It’s on my body!” she mocked back. 

She missed the next three shots and he was about to make his fourth shot in a row. She’d already taken off her boots and necklace, leaving her with just her corset, tutu, and of course…her bra and panties. He made another perfect shot in her cup and started clapping his hands obnoxiously loud. 

“Go ‘head and take that little tutu off,” he pointed at it with a big ass smirk. 

She chugged the drink and threw it to the side as she slipped the tutu off, revealing her white lace thong. He gawked at the view, licking his lips with desire. 

“Don’t get distracted now,” she drunkenly teased giving him a spin to get a full 360 view of her ass. 

“Mmmm,” he bit his lip but she threw the tutu in his face causing him to come back to. 

“My turn!” she sang and ended up missing her shot, again. 

“What the fuck?!” she dropped her jaw at the failed attempt as he laughed at her. It was his turn again and to no surprise, he made it in the cup with ease. 

“Who the one? Jim Uso the one!” he yelled with a laugh putting up his finger in the air like a goof. 

She stared at him in defeat and sighed as she took the ping pong ball out the cup and took her time drinking the beer. Droplets fell down her chin and onto her breasts that were spilling out the corset. 

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” she remarked wiping the beer off her mouth with her thumb. 

“Uh uh. Strip.” 

She tried to shoot him a glare but instead failed at hiding her smile. She was drunk, tired, and at this point very horny. She walked over to his side of the table and kept her eyes on his as she unzipped the back of her black corset revealing her matching white lace bra. 

“I said I don’t wanna play anymore…” she threw the corset across the room and jumped up on the table continuing to tease him. 

He eyes fixated on her half naked body in front of him, almost like he was mentally planning how to fuck her up right then and there. 

“What, you gonna murder me?” she playfully whispered, scooting further back as she lifted her right leg on the table. 

He deeply chuckled and stood over her with the knife in his hand, practically staring into her soul. 

“Yeah…” he used the flat side of the knife to lift up her chin to meet his dark and hungry gaze. 

“…I’m gonna murder this pussy,” he deeply spoke against her lips. She bit her lip as he slowly ran his hand up her bare thigh. Her body erupted in goosebumps at his touch and he responded to her arousal by sliding his tongue in her mouth. She held herself up with her hands spread back on the table as she kissed back. He dragged his tongue over her neck, audibly smacking it against her skin. 

“Mmm, baby…” she moaned with her eyes shut as her head fell back. She felt like she was floating as he smoothly traced his warm tongue on her neck. 

He continued to suck on the same spot and she knew it would leave a bruise. 

“I’m gonna mark up every inch of this body you know why?” he asked grazing the cold steel down her chest making her squirm beneath him. 

“Why?” she whispered, lifting her head up to lock her eyes with his as he slid it down her thighs. 

“Because it’s mine. Turn that ass around and get on your hands and knees,” he demanded. 

She obeyed and got on all fours, looking back at him zipping down the jumpsuit so his upper tanned and tattooed body was exposed. The view made her arch her back and angle her ass in the air closer to him. 

“Mmmm daddy,” she complimented as he ran his palm over her ass in response. 

He then smacked it with the flat side of the knife and the cool contact made her gasp. He ran his two middle fingers along her drenched thong and let out a chuckle. 

“You soakin’ for me already huh?” 

he grabbed her ass with both hands, leaving sloppy kisses and bites on each cheek. 

“Nobody can get you drippin’ like I do…” he breathed against her inner thighs leaving soft kisses but staying away from her clothed pussy. 

“Baby please,” she whined again with a shaky breath. 

His wet slurps near her clothed hole were making her pussy throb uncontrollably. He spanked her with the knife again, the cool contact turning her on even more. 

“Whatchu’ want?” he asked as he hooked his fingers under the left side of her panties vindictively toying with her. 

“I wanna cum in your mouth baby…” she squirmed again as he slid the knife down her lower back.

His deep and evil laugh made her pussy thump louder. Her head dropped down again with shaky breath before he slit the left hip of her panties with the knife. 

“Damn right you gon’ cum,” he deeply spoke as he cut the other side of her thong with the blade. He purposely snatched her panties from the bottom, his fingers sliding over her pussy revealing her wet mess. He tossed her cut up thong across the room and gripped her hips towards his mouth. He opened her slick folds and loudly spit between them. 

“Fuck…” she moaned as he used his two fingers to spread his saliva along her drenched entrance. He slowly slipped those same fingers inside her causing her to gasp as she used her hands to push back and grind against his fingers. 

“You like that baby?” he sinfully asked, pumping his fingers in and out of her at a faster pace, the sloshing sounds growing louder. 

“Y-yessss,” she cried struggling to hold herself up. He brought his thumb over her clit to run smooth circles over it causing her body to tremble from her climax creeping up. 

“I’m gonna cum fuck…” she moaned before he slowly slipped his fingers out grabbing the knife to spank her again.

“Uh uh. Not yet.” He spread open her slick folds with his thumbs before gliding his thick wet tongue along her entrance making her moan loudly again. 

“Fuuuuuuck baby…” she gasped as he slowly lapped up and down her pussy, humming against her. He used both hands to jiggle her ass before aggressively slapping it leaving a visible red hand print. He continued to make out with her pussy, his tongue speedily licking her up as his beard tickled her inner thighs. 

“Jim-Jimmy…” she moaned feeling overly drunk with pleasure as his pace and sounds of his tongue slurping her up grew increasingly rapid. 

“Yeah…cum for daddy,” he coached her knowing she was on the verge of releasing. To think that he couldn’t flick his tongue any faster, he did the unthinkable and ate her up like there was no tomorrow. 

“Oh my goooooood,” she moaned and he moaned in unison as she squirted in his mouth, on his beard and down her inner thighs as she dripped from overflowing cum. 

“Mmmmm,” he groaned, licking up every drop of her. She felt her mind spinning from her orgasm, deeply panting from all her screaming.

“Yeah no other man can make you cum like that…” he chuckled running his hands up your back to unclip your bra. 

“Let’s go,” he spanked her with the cool steel again as he flipped her over. 

“Go where…” she faintly asked before he grabbed her cheeks and pressed his forehead on hers. 

“I’m not done with your ass yet,” he strictly uttered, picking her up in his arms and heading up the stairs. The moonlight peeked through the curtains as he gently tossed her on the bed. She bit her lip watching his silhouette become visible. He slipped off his jumpsuit, his hard and thick bulge poking out his boxers. He took them off as his pretty, long brown dick seeped with pre cum sprung out. 

“You should dress up like a serial killer every…day,” she smirked scooting back on the fluffy sheets as he hovered over her. 

“Yeah? You like it huh?” he softly asked grabbing the knife from the end of the bed to lift her chin up with it. 

“Mhm,” she softly moaned staring into his deep brown eyes as he brought the knife up to his lips, sticking out his long and pretty pink tongue to lick the steel, his other hand dropping down to her sticky mess. 

“You like when I fuck you up like this?” he whispered against her lips, firmly holding the knife beneath her chin. 

“Yeah baby…” she shakily moaned as he dragged his tip trickling with his cum up and down her entrance, dampening it even more. 

“Whose pussy is this?” he purred in her ear as he slowly slid his length inside her soaked hole.

“Mmmm yours,” she whimpered as he thrusted every inch of his shaft inside of her with slow and steady strokes. 

“You’re damn fuckin’ right it’s mine,” he grunted, picking up the pace as his sloppy dick drove in and out of her.

“I love you…” she moaned as his cold chain caressed her chest. 

“I love you baby,” he pronounced back as he bit her bottom lip before gliding his tongue in her mouth. They both pulled back, their mouths parting open as they moaned in unison as he impulsively buried himself inside of her. His dick slipped out from how fast he was thrusting into her and he took the opportunity to get them both on their side, her back leaning against his glistening chest. He nibbled on her earlobe as a low grunt escaped his mouth, pushing himself back inside her with heavier strokes. 

“You like when I’m deep in this pussy baby?” he wickedly whispered in her ear. He hooked his arm under her right leg to spread open her legs wider, pile driving his dick in her as she clenched around him. 

“Yesssss daddy,” she cried out as her breasts started bouncing with how hard he was ramming into her. She felt him in the pit of her stomach as her eyes fluttered, overwhelmed with pleasure. The headboard battered against the wall  from how rough he was plunging into her. 

“Fuck baby…look at me,” he groaned. His voice blared in her ear but she was too engulfed in ecstasy to turn her head. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the same rate his thick dick was pounding into her pussy. He used the same arm that held up her leg to turn her jaw towards him.

“You gon’ milk this dick baby?” he panted as he locked eyes with her teary ones. 

“Mmmm…y-y-yes,” she choked out. Her voice was a faint whisper compared to the sound of his balls slapping against her skin blaring over it. He licked his lips as his dick spasmed from her walls contracting around his warmth. Shockwaves took over her body as she came on his dick, his own orgasm following as he thrusted himself in her one last time filling her up with every drop of his seed. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned as his hand dragged down the the back of her thigh to play with her clit to help her come down from her high. They laid there with their chests heaving as he cupped her face to bring her back to his lips, lazily and sloppily kissing her as he continued to swirl his thumb around her clit. Her legs still slightly shaking from how hard he made her cum. The sheets under them were completely soaked from their juices. He slowly slipped his dick out causing them both to moan one last time.

“Oh my god-“ she panted as she moved away strands of her hair that stuck to her forehead and face. He breathlessly chuckled pulling her closer. 

“Told you I’d murder this pussy,” he playfully gritted through his teeth against her lips, grabbing her ass causing her to grin. 

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

if it’s not too much to ask (🥺) could you do a reader who’s best friends with Colin and he teases her about her crush on Jamie and tries to get them together? If not, NO WORRIES. Your stuff is so 🥰

(this ended up being a lot longer than I intended...whoops!)

You and Colin grew up together. You were two peas in a pod, the thickest of thieves. You knew everything about each other. You were the first person he told when he realized he was gay. He was the first person you told after you had your first kiss. You're each other's platonic soulmates.

As such, you're always trying to help each other in regards to your dating lives. When he told you about Michael, you were excited to see your best friend finally found his person. Michael was amazing and you two clicked instantly, to Colin's relief.

Your love life? Weeeell...

Colin and Michael were expecting you since twenty minutes prior, you texted them: THIS DATE SUCKS. IM COMING OVER.

So you're now sitting on Colin's couch in between the couple.

"So what happened this time?" Colin asks.

"All he talked about was football, specifically West Ham," that got Colin groaning, "He also looked my Instagram up and saw the pictures of you and I. Asked if we dated in the past, if you'd be able to get him tickets to the next Richmond versus West Ham game."

"You know you can archive the pictures of us so people-"

"No. I'd never do that to you, Col. It's like I'm ashamed of you and I'm not."

Colin gives a small smile and nod of appreciation, "Thanks, babe."

"Maybe you can set her up with one of your teammates," Michael suggests.

A lightbulb went off in Colin's head and you immediately said, "Don't."

"He's available."

"It'll be weird!"

"No, it won't!"

"Isn't he a dickhead?"

"Not as much anymore!"

Michael waved in front of you and Colin, "What's going on?"

You groan, hiding your face in your hands, "Kill me."

Colin snickers, "Y/N's celebrity crush before I got into the league was Jamie Tartt. When she found out he was being lent to Richmond, she freaked out. Made a complete fool of herself by tripping in front of him and getting a bloody nose."

"Ooohh. That's pretty bad." Michael says, wincing.

"It was so mortifying!" you cry out, "There's no way he'd want to date me after that disaster!"

"He might not even remember it," Colin says reassuringly.

"I don't want to risk it," you turn to Michael, "Michael, tell him it's a bad idea."

Michael looks to his boyfriend, "Do you vouch for Jamie?"

Colin nods, "I do, actually. He's completely turned his act around. He can still be a prick sometimes, but it's not as bad as it was when he first joined the team."

Michael focuses back on you, "You should go for it."

You immediately stand up, "Nope. I'm not making myself out to be a fool again. No thanks! I'm out!"

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"Hey, Jamie," Colin rushes up to Jamie as he exits his car.

Closing the door behind him, Jamie responds, "Yeah, mate?"

"You're not seeing anyone right?"

"No," Jamie replies with furrowed brows, look of confusion.

"My best friend, Y/N, she's beautiful, funny, and smart and think you and her would be a great match." Colin holds out his phone, showing Jamie a really great candid picture of you that he took when you two went to dinner months ago.

Jamie nods at the picture. You were, indeed, very beautiful. The way the sun hit your skin made you look angelic, "She's...nice."

Colin rolls his eyes, "One date. That's all I ask."

"Why me though?" Jamie still looks a bit confused, "Why not Bumbercatch or Isaac?"

"I just think you and Y/N would fit really well. She's been having a rough time with dating so I figured you'd show her how she should be treated."

To be fair, Jamie was thinking about getting back into the dating scene. He finally got over Keeley, accepting that they'd just be better off as friends. You seemed like a decent person, from the few things Colin mentioned. Might as well, right?

"Fuck it. Sure."

Colin fist bumped the air, "Yes! You won't regret it. I'll make the plans. You just show up."

"Yeah, yeah, alright."

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You show up to Ola's, a place you've been to before. As soon as you walk in, Colin and Michael are there.

"I need to preface this and say you can't be mad at me," Colin says.

You narrow your eyes at him, "What did you do?"

"It'll be fine. I promise. Michael and I will be on the other side of the restaurant if you need anything, but you won't, because it'll be great."

"But if it goes wrong, it was definitely all his doing," Michael says, pointing to Colin.

Colin grimaces, "Thanks, babe." He takes your hand and leads you towards the back corner where Jamie fucking Tartt was sitting.

You immediately give Colin a look and he pushes you towards him, murmuring, "It'll be fine!"

You slowly approach the table and Jamie looks up, giving you a polite smile as he pockets his phone.

"Hi, I'm Jamie," he offers his hand out.

"I know," you say as you shake his hand, "I'm so sorry Colin roped you into this. You really don't have to be here if you don't want to."

He shrugs, "It's fine. Been meanin' to get back into the dating game. Besides, if things don't really work out, we get free dinner and drinks out of it, yeah?"

Your brows shot up, "Colin's paying?"

Jamie nods, "He said he would."

You smirk and gesturing for a server. He smiles at you, "Would you like to start with drinks?"

You nod, "Yes, we'll have your most expensive bottle please."

It's now Jamie's brows that shoot up and he looks at you in surprise. When the server leaves to get the drinks, you lean in and said, "It's payback," you sigh as you sit down.

"So...you weren't too keen on going on a date with me then?" he asks awkwardly.

You suddenly look mortified, "No, no! That's not it at all it's-I-ugh!" you slump back in your chair. You let out a deep breath and sit up again, "Alright, so I believe two years ago, you and I actually met before and I made a complete fool out of myself because I tripped and ate the pavement. I busted my lip, there was lots of blood. Not a pretty sight or a cool thing to do in front of your celebrity crush."

Jamie smirks, "I'm your celebrity crush?"

You sit there in silence, mentally cursing yourself and Colin for making you go through this embarrassment again. You stand, "Right, okay, I've embarrassed myself enough. I'm leaving."

Jamie rushes to a stand, "No, please, don't. I'm only teasin' ya. It's nothin' bad, I promise. You're-You're very cute when you're flustered."

"Thanks," you murmur.

Luckily, the server came back with the most expensive bottle of wine. As soon as he poured your glass, you began downing it. Jamie watches you in amusement.

"Sorry, I just need some liquid courage to get through this."

Jamie leans forward, resting his arms on the table, "How about this, we just forget who I am for tonight. I'm not Jamie Tartt, the most amazing striker in the league. Just Jamie, a nervous lad on a date with a beautiful girl."

"You're nervous?" you ask in shock.

He shrugs, "It's been a while since I've gone on a proper date. Kinda forgot how to do this sort of stuff."

"Pft, I've gone on many dates and so far, you're the best one."

"Yeah? Tell me about 'em."

And that's how dinner goes. Over another glass and eventually over some food, you tell Jamie about your past dates. He tells you about some ridiculous things he's done with the guys when Coach Lasso was around. It was nice. It was nice knowing that Jamie wasn't here because he wanted to get close to Colin. He was there because he wanted to. You assumed he was interested in you by the way he flirted with you throughout the nice. So maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Once dinner was over, Colin came over with a pout, "Did you guys really have to order the most expensive items here?!"

"That's what you get for tricking me like that," you boop his nose and Michael snickers as he weaves his fingers through Colin's.

"But it went alright, yeah?" he looks at you and Jamie.

"I'd say so," Jame puts his hand on your lower back, "We're, uh, actually gonna head to a pub for more drinks."

"Oh! Well, uh, I think Michael and I will head on home then."

You don't want to give Colin the satisfaction just yet, so you say, "I'll text you later when I'm home."

"Sounds good," he says and pulls at Michael's hand, "Let's go, babe."

Looking over his shoulder, Michael gives you a wink and a thumbs up.

You snort and then turn to Jamie, "Ready?"

"Whenever you are, love." and you two head out onto more drinks, more talking, and, hopefully, more dates after this.

#jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader

[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part Four)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Mild Smut

Words: 5,456

Summary:

This plays after Grace’s death but before Tommy becomes a politician. Lizzie is pregnant with Tommy’s child, so it is somewhere around season four.

In this fic, Tommy suffers from episodes of PTSD and so does the reader, resulting from trauma and abuse. They will help and save each other without realising that their connection is much stronger than they could have anticipated.

There will be love, fluff and smut as well as a highly taboo relationship.

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

QUESTION: WHO IS TOMMY TO THE READER? WHOOPS!

YOUR POV

The following day, you again, arrived at the gambling den on time only to find out that Tommy was not there and neither were any of his brothers.

Polly and Michael too were absent from the den that day and the only person who barged in at around 9 o’clock was a woman by the name of Linda.

She was blonde and beautiful, with lovely curls and hypnotic eyes. She appeared stressed however and when you introduced yourself to her, she chuckled.

“I know who you are. My husband told me about you this morning” the woman then said and you queried her.

“Your husband?” you asked, not knowing who she was married to.

“Arthur Shelby. He is my husband and I believe that, last night, you met him, at the state library” Linda explained before sitting down and looking through the betting book.

“Yes, I did. He seemed nice” you acknowledged before thinking back to last night which is when Arthur, who happened to be Tommy’s oldest brother, came to find him. He too was in a panic last night, telling Tommy that he found someone they have been looking for. An acquaintance of some sort and, with that, Tommy had to leave rather abruptly.

Leaving you with his car and the key to the library, Tommy said goodbye without a kiss and it was almost like he did not want his brother to know about the fact that he took a liking in you.

Why this was the case, you did not know but, somehow, it was bothering you. You felt as though he was embarrassed by the way he had met you, in less than ideal circumstances and, the idea of Tommy being ashamed of you, was stuck in your head for the entire night.

You got no sleep whatsoever and needed to know the true nature behind Tommy’s intensions. Why was he so afraid of showing his feelings towards you in front of others? Was this just a game to him? Something to kill his boredom with perhaps?

“Y/N” you then suddenly heard Linda as, clearly, you were daydreaming and thinking too much about last night.

“Yes Linda” you responded almost reluctantly.

“Are you alright taking some bets today? Because we will be on our own until 3 o’clock” she then said and you realised that she must have asked you this very same question just seconds ago to which, clearly, you had failed to respond.

“Yes, I can take bets. You may just need to help me write them down. I am okay with numbers, but complex words are a different story” you admitted to her before asking where everyone was.

“There was an incident last night, near the docks in Camden Town” Linda told you but this did not really answer your question.

“What sort of incident?” you thus asked but Linda shrug her shoulders.

“Business I suppose” Linda said. “My husband never really tells me everything but, what I know is that Tommy was shot last night and this is why he isn’t here today. Lizzie cancelled all of his meetings” Linda explained and your chin dropped while fear began to overwhelm you.

“Oh my god Linda. You need to tell me what happened to Tommy” you demanded, but Linda did not, immediately, answer your question.

“So it is true what Lizzie said. You have taken a liking in Tommy” Linda observed instead. “My oh my, little one. You know you don’t stand a chance, right? Tommy is not a man who is faithful. Despite, he is marrying Lizzie, so…” Linda then went on to say but you did not care and repeated your question.

“Linda, is Tommy okay?” you asked again, to which, finally, you received an answer.

“Yes. He is fine. It is not the first time he got shot and the man who shot him is now laying in a ditch somewhere. My husband made sure of that” Linda told him while you were quick to reach for your coat, causing Linda to ask where you were going.

“I need to see him” you told her, causing Linda to roll her eyes.

“No, you don’t. What you need to do is to help me run this office. Tommy will be just fine” Linda said sternly before making an observation. “You have no idea what Tommy does, do you?” she then asked but the question was a rhetorical one. “He may be my brother in law, but he is not a good man” she furthermore said. “It is because of Tommy that my husband is acting the way he does. He had found God after having been jailed for his crimes, but now he is back carrying our Tommy’s dirty work. It’s appalling and you should stay away from him” Linda finally mentioned to you but this was not all she had to say.

“I know about you. I know about your stepfather too. Tommy is looking for him’” Linda revealed and you gasped momentarily in response.

“What are you talking about?” you wanted to know, seeing that you were not aware of any business Tommy had with your stepfather.

“You think that Tommy chose you out of kindness or love?” Linda chuckled after realising how oblivious you were. “Lizzie is right. You are naïve. Your stepfather has a gambling debt with Shelby Company Limited and went into hiding after using a false identity to steal from Tommy’s family business. Tommy wants to recover the debt and make him pay for stealing from him. This is why he needs you” Linda then told you and it all started to make sense now.

Tommy did not like you. He was using you. This was all you were to him.

“I need to go Linda” you then told her as you were trying hard to hold back your tears. You were feeling betrayed and upset by what Linda had told you and, even though you still could not be sure about Tommy’s true intentions towards you, you were almost certain that you were nothing but a means to an end. 

To be continued…

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[nightgoodomens]

So what ur thoughts about someone who asked Michael about dating someone who 5 years older than his daughter I thought they was very brave and im sorry he should of known this was coming but omg the good omens fandom on twitter are not happy and having a meltdown down like they only became a fan of Michael 5 years ago when good omens was released so they only know Anna

What ur thoughts on this please

I think people on Twitter are being ridiculous to be fair. This show is about private questions. It’s everything goes. Yet they’re clutching their pearls because he was asked a question that made them uncomfortable because they created a perfect story regarding this relationship in their heads and don’t like reminders that it isn’t - but the facts are that there is 25 years difference. She is only 5 years older than his daughter. And if they dug enough they know it was a whoops baby happened now we need to stay together and try to make it work. But people are having a meltdown because that’s not what they want to know/be reminded of about this relationship.

I mean the amount of things that get ignored by this fandom or twisted to lies just to create this perfect image of MS/AL and DT/GT is quite amazing really. You’re not allowed to ask anything or have any doubts. Full on brainwash or you’re enemy number one - just like this girl who asked the question. I hope they don’t go after her, literally.

I once went through Twitter and people created a whole story that MS was depressed before AL and she saved him and this baby was totally planned and it was the best surprise to happen to him. They collectively made themselves believe that. None of this is true. We literally have proof of the opposite.

So now they’re having a meltdown because reality knocked on the door.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

[looseratinthegarage]

S/o who takes full advantage of being in a relationship with the Slashers

Tw: I’m too lazy, read at your own risk

Michael Rz

•You were walking home from work, it was a pretty easy day, but that was about to change. Some douchebag started cat calling you, you ignored him to the best of your ability.

• “Come on, baby, I could show you a good time.”

•You started walking faster but he followed.

• “Not interested.”

•He started getting irritated by your unwillingness. He caught up to you, he grabbed your arm and spun you around. He was surprised to see you smiling.

• “You’ve done fucked up,”

•A noise from the alleyway to your right caught his attention, his grip on you loosened subconsciously. Michael emerged from the shadows, the mans eyes widened with fear.

• “I was just playin’ around, man- holy shit that's the boogieman! Wait-”

•Michael grabs the man by his throat and throws him to the ground. The man gasps and tries to crawl away. Michael kicks him onto his side, the creep begins coughing agonizingly and rolls back on his stomach. Michael pulls out his knife and turns it in his hand playfully. He kneels down and grabs a fist full of the mans hair, lifting his face off the cold concrete. He slammed his head back down and stabbed him repeatedly.

•Once he’s satisfied, he’d return to you. You stand on your tippy toes and pull him down for a kiss. He wraps his bloody arms around you and pulled you close to his chest.

• “...Mine…”

Yautja

•You and your mate were currently on a trade planet, aka a space mall. He had to restock on some supplies, and you just wandered around looking at all the cool things. While you were distracted with something shiny you accidentally bumped into someone. You went to apologize but before you even had the chance the alien turned around with an angry look. He leaned down and got in your face.

• “Your kind has no place amongst us, you are vermin!”

•You press your hidden distress signal, it sends out your location to him. Once the round object vibrated on his hip he quickly looked at the location.

•The man grabbed you roughly and shook you a bit. You heard angered clicking behind you and had a shiteating grin.

• “oh did I not mention my mate is Yautja? Whoops…”

•The alien's heart dropped and he went pale. He set you own and dusted you off.

• “M-my apologizes, hunter!”

•Your mate grabbed the man’s shirt and pushed him to the ground. No one batted an eye at this, it’s not unusual for the Yautja to pick fights. He pressed his claws to the man’s throat.

• “If I see you even look in my mates direction again, I’ll skin you alive, am I being clear?”

• “y-yes, sir!! It won’t happen again!!”

•Your mate nonshalontly lets him go. He is very lucky to be alive and scampers off with his tail in between his legs.

•You walk up to him with a loving smile and he puffs out his chest pridefully. He wraps his arms around you and you paw at his chest. He leans down and wraps his mandibles around your face, it’s his version of a kiss. You happily kiss him back <3

I have a pt 2 in the works >:3

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[tsarisfanfiction]

The Ponytail

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Austin, Yan, Will, Kayla Yan gets a new hairstyle, and it brings a ghost back to the cabin. Austin takes matters into his own hands. TOApril day 6 - Hair Holds Memories. This went through various iterations from my initial thoughts to what I ended up writing, especially when Austin decided to get involved, whoops...

To start with, Austin couldn’t work out why Kayla and Will looked like they’d seen a ghost.  Both of them had been a bit off for most of the day, his younger sister more than once looking on the verge of tears, quivering lip and all, while Will just went blank, as though he was shutting down, and Austin couldn’t work out why.

At least, not until he saw the ghost.

It was just a flicker in the corner of his eye, a short, low ponytail, black hair on a head that was closer to the ground than his own.

Michael, he thought, startling himself because it had been three years since his first head counsellor had fallen from a shattering bridge to never be seen again, and he’d thought he’d moved on.  He’d certainly moved on better than Kayla, who had been obsessed with their tiny big brother while he was still with them, and Will, who had just known Michael for ages.  Austin didn’t think he’d been close enough with the older boy, really, to justify sudden hallucinations of him three years later.

Then he turned his head and the hallucination theory disappeared out the window as fast as it had arrived, because it wasn’t Michael, of course it wasn’t Michael.  Michael wasn’t Apollo’s only other black haired kid, and Michael had been killed by Kronos years ago.

It was Yan.  Austin knew their hair had been getting longer – they’d forgotten to get it cut before the main contingency of Aphrodite kids went home for the fall, and for various reasons they didn’t trust the year-round kids from any cabin to actually cut their hair, so they were waiting for one of the trusted kids to reappear either at Christmas, or next summer.

Until today, they’d been keeping their hair loose, because it was only just getting long for them, but something had clearly changed – quite likely their hair had started posing a risk in archery – and they’d tied it up in the obvious, low-effort style that kept it out of the way effectively.

No-one would have given it a second glance if it wasn’t exactly the same hairstyle Michael religiously pulled his hair into every morning.  Austin didn’t remember ever seeing Michael with a different hairstyle.

From the way Will kept doing a double take whenever Yan passed through his periphery, he didn’t think that just held true for Michael’s last six months in camp, either.

Yan had clearly noticed something was up with both of them, and probably with Austin, too, because they kept glancing over at them, mouth screwed into something puzzled, but they clearly weren’t sure enough to ask, which meant they weren’t sure they weren’t imagining it – Yan was quiet, yes, but they were also completely unafraid of calling people out.

They weren’t much of a healer, but the attitude still helped when dealing with idiots that thought they knew better than the healers.

Austin remembered Michael doing something similar, when he thought about it – except Michael hadn’t been quiet, ever.  For a tiny guy he’d been loud, even if that was mostly because he kept arguing with Clarisse and various other campers that annoyed him.

Neither Will nor Kayla were doing to do anything about it, though.  Will was too soft, too unwilling to imply that Yan was hurting him, even if it was unintentional, and Kayla preferred to shoot problems rather than talk about them – but she wouldn’t shoot Yan, so that meant this was a problem she was going to bury, instead.

No-one else still in the cabin had ever met Michael, so that meant it was down to Austin to sort this out, preferably without one of his siblings breaking one way or another.

Ah well, this was Will’s last year in camp, given everyone knew he was off to New Rome University at the end of the next summer, and Alice was a summer camper so while she was going to inherit the head counsellor role officially, Austin knew full well who was going to be holding down the fort for the rest of the year.  He might as well start getting some practice in.

His chance came when Yan entered their cabin later in the day, while Austin was cleaning his saxophone – the jazz one, not the one he carried around in combat because, yes, Sherman, they were different.  One was for combat music and storing useful contraptions, including his blowpipe and assorted ammo, and the other was for performance.

Honestly, he wasn’t a heathen.  Mom had bought him the performance one, and the combat one had been a gift from Dad right before Manhattan.  Not that he couldn’t use the jazz saxophone in combat at a pinch, but he’d really rather not if he had the choice.

Austin didn’t know why Yan had come into the cabin, but he wasn’t about to let the chance slip away while there was no Will and no Kayla to realise what he was about to do.

Will in particular was annoying like that.

“Hey, Yan,” he called, setting aside the polishing cloth and carefully setting the saxophone down on its stand.  His sibling glanced over at him, the short ponytail swaying with the movement just enough to catch Austin’s attention, and gods, did a trick of the light have to make them look so much like Michael?

The hair was the only thing about them that was the same!  Yan was so clearly of Chinese ancestry, and Michael had been white – tanned, Austin thought, but still white, with skin tone and racial features to match.  True, they were also both short, but Yan was a normal degree of short, instead of Michael’s tiny.

Yan looked over at him, and from the look on their face, Austin realised they’d noticed his split-second distraction, again.  “What is it?” they asked.

“Let me do your hair.”  Austin beckoned them over.

His sibling sighed and ran a hand through the hair in question.  “It’s the ponytail, isn’t it.”  It wasn’t a question, and Yan didn’t wait for an answer before heading over to him, snagging their hair brush on the way.  “Why?”

Austin shuffled some scattered reeds out of the way, so Yan could sit in front of him, and took the proffered brush.

“Kayla ever mention Michael to you?” he asked, pulling the hair tie out of his sibling’s hair and snapping it around his wrist.  He didn’t bother asking if Will had; he knew the answer to that.

“The head counsellor before Will?” Yan replied.  “A few times.  He died, didn’t he?”

It only took a couple of passes with the brush to get rid of any stray tangles Yan’s hair had picked up during the day.  “Yeah,” Austin confirmed.  “Kayla and I didn’t know him for long, but he was pretty cool.  Kayla adored him – I think Michael used to struggle to go anywhere without her following him, and if it was the archery range it was a total lost cause, not that I think he cared about that.”

“He was an archer,” Yan said confidently.  “Kayla said he was the best.”

Austin snorted slightly at the memory that arose of both of them trying to outshoot each other.  They’d done that several times – although it was really Kayla trying to outshoot Michael, because she was good even back then, but Michael had been better.  Austin didn’t know if that was still true, but they’d never know that.

“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning over to grab a box of hair elastics from his dresser.  One generic hair tie was not going to work for this at all.  “He was.”

He grabbed his own comb, too, and got to work partitioning Yan’s hair, reminding himself that Yan’s Asian hair was not going to take to braids the same way his did.  His sibling didn’t react to the tail of the comb against their scalp, so Yan had probably expected Austin to do something like that.

They sat in silence for a few minutes as Austin concentrated, splitting Yan’s hair down the middle and clipping the half he wasn’t working with away before he split the other half into three more sections.

“Michael wore his hair in a short low ponytail all the time,” he eventually said, once he had the sections to his liking and ready to braid.  “And his hair was black.”

Yan’s shoulders slumped.  “I see,” they said.  “Sorry.”

Austin jabbed him in the shoulder with the end of the comb.  “Not your fault, you didn’t know.  Besides, it’s not like he gets to monopolise hairstyles.”

“Which is why you’re redoing my hair so it isn’t like that,” Yan pointed out dryly.  “I can take a hint, Austin.”

“Braids are cooler than ponytails,” Austin sniffed.  “I’m doing you a favour.”

“And stopping Will and Kayla from looking like they’ve seen a ghost every time they see me,” Yan continued, not giving Austin any wriggle room to deny it.  “I know.  It’s okay.”

It wasn’t, not really, but Austin knew there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

“And thanks,” Yan continued.  “I know you don’t do just anyone’s hair.”

Austin tied off the first braid with a flourish and got started on the second.  “You’re my sibling,” he said.  “Why wouldn’t I?”

Braiding took some time, especially because Austin had to keep remembering not to tighten the braids too much in deference to Yan’s hair type – no-one wanted Yan losing hair when the braids were taken out – but he kept to a simple straight pattern, until Yan had six braids running from their hairline to the back of their neck.  Yan was patient, though, and they filled the time with various chatter – a lot of it questions about Michael, leaving Austin a little astonished at both how much and how little he remembered his brother.

It was all worth it, though, when they were summoned out of their cabin later by the dinner conch, and Kayla and Will didn’t flinch, pale, or otherwise show signs of seeing a ghost when they caught sight of Yan.

Yan noticed that, too, and the smile on their face was easy and comfortable as they settled onto the stone bench next to Jerry, who didn’t even seem to notice the change in hairstyle.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Will murmured in his ear, but Austin shrugged.

“I did,” he said.  “Yan wanted stories about him in exchange.”  He wasn’t enough of an asshole to say Michael’s name to Will, but his older brother still winced a little.

“Sorry,” he said, “I should’ve-”

Austin flapped a hand at him impatiently, cutting him off.  “It’s fine,” he insisted.  “I wasn’t as close as you, or even Kayla.  It was easier for me.”

Will still didn’t look happy about it, but Jerry suddenly exploded into some rant or other about cricket (again – Austin did love his British brother, he did, but his obsession with that sport could get seriously grating at times), which made attempting to have any more conversation pretty much impossible.

From the satisfied smirk on Yan’s face, and the nod they sent Austin, he was pretty sure his sibling had provoked Jerry on purpose.

Whatever worked, Austin supposed.

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[rzyraffek]

I’m kinda feeling goofy rn💀

Asa emory billy and stu Michael Myers the reader has headphones and playing a video game and the slasher this it’s funny to mess with them yo only get hit with a keyboard.

(She / her ) pronounce

Pronouns*😒🤨 fake English!?!?!!?!? IM SO SORRY FOR LIKE 2MONTH WAIT I- MY PHONE BROKE AND I- i forgor uhh

She/her pronounce! Request open!

Gamer s/o attacks slasher with keyboard

Asa Emory(im so happy finally somones Requests Asa i love bug man)

He went to check up on her, cuz He heard some swear words and yelling

"Turn that garbage down, thes new show on BBC about bug life" "Not now Asa I need to focus-GODDAMIT i lost >:(" "Bug life-" "nO"

He will let her be for now, hes patient guy BUT I can imagine him gettin angy at some point and just turning wifi off

"Now can we talk like normal humans" *s/o slowly turns around* "I- why you look like that" "AAAAA" *s/o throws mouse at him and proceeds to whoop him with keyboard*

I mean he won the fight (obviously) and now not only s/o is forced to watch bug life with him but also she also broke her keyboard so no more playing :3

Billy Lenz :3

He is silly (very silly)

He will probably go and watch her play game, he will comment but mostly shit talk her enemies or just ask questions

But after a while he need attention!!! aaa gib attention!

"s/o whennnn you end i wanna I - Billy wants cuddles!" "uh not not billy"

After a while men gets angy and probably just bites s/o and she just whoops him in self defence (bonus points if she plays on controler so she can whoop him without worring about cables)

"BilLY NOO STOP BITING MY CONTROLER" "BILLY WANTS ATTENTION"

I think Billy needs attention guys. Also he will probably bark at her too

Micheal Myers :O

I can imagine him just realising that shes been playing on her pc for last 6hours, he usually doenst care but like??? its 4am please he cannot rest with all this clicking and swearing (woogieboobie man needs rest too)

He will just go behind her and just pick her up "wha-JNONOO MICHEAL PUT ME DOWN IM- AMOST DONE NO" he doesnt care at all :)

She probably didnt mean to hit him but she just accindently bonked him in head :0

He probably freezes in shook!! SHE whooped him :(

Now hes offended >:[ fine no cuddles before sleep! i mean he still will pick her up and yeet her on beb (she needs sleeep) but no cuddles :(

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[hearts4juzi]

Some Talking, Some Thinking, and a lot of Loose Ends

Did this on a whim in class but I’ve had thre idea for a while. First time writing Tony too so!!! Yippee!!!

Once Gregory actually found Evan, Ellis and Tony both decided to hang back.

Of course they’d be uncomfortable, He told himself, they don’t know him as well as I do.

So, Gregory Emily continued on alone. It was good, he wanted to talk to Evan anyways, and he was sure his friend didn’t want to spill his guts to Gregory’s friends. Assuming he’d spill his guts at all. Which Gregory wasn’t forcing him to, but it’d be nice if he opened up a little.

It’s been a long time since Evan had shut him out like this.

Eventually he found him crouched by a small stream, chucking rocks into it aimlessly. When he noticed Gregory, he frowned, but shifted over so he could sit beside him.

“Hey.” Gregory said.

“Hi.”

He let his eyes hover on Evan for a moment, “Are you okay? That looked like it hurt.”

Evan glanced at him, “Getting punched?” Gregory nodded, “Well, I mean, it did, but I don’t think it’ll do much more than bruise. Nothing I’m new to. Did you know Mike once pushed me down the stairs when we were little?”

Gregory blinked.

“What!?”

Evan tossed another rock into the water, watching it splash, “Why’d you follow me anyways?”

“Because you got punched in the face? And I care about you?” Gregory said, “Why do you think?”

Evan laughed at that, “Fair, fair,” he said, “but uh… I really don’t need you to do that for me.”

Gregory leaned over and grabbed a rock of his own, skipping it across the water.

Evan whooped when it went for about five skips, “That’s so cool! Mike tried to teach me how to do it, but I never got the hang of it.”

Gregory stared at him, “You’re avoiding the situation.”

“Have you considered that’s why I ran away?”

Gregory paused, taken aback by the sudden, somewhat snappy remark, “I know that’s why you ran away. I also know that’s not helping anybody.”

“I don’t need to help anybody.”

“Can’t you at least help yourself?”

Evan went quiet.

“You have been doing nothing but avoiding us and apparently lying to us,” he did his best to ignore how Evan flinched at that, “then you show up to my house bleeding out and refuse to tell us who did it and we have to get the answer out of your asshole brother who won’t even try to help you, you’re running yourself into the dirt and we’re all sick of it.”

Evan slowly turned to stare at him, “You sound like Michael,” He mumbled, “but you’re right…”

Gregory looked at the ground, “That was mean…”

“Yeah.”

“But I’m only a little sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’m only a little sorry too.”

Tony didn’t know what to think. On one hand, they solved the mystery! Hurray! But on the other hand, they… Didn’t. Something was wrong. Something was missing. William and Elizabeth, William and Elizabeth, William and Elizabeth… It wasn’t clicking. He never got a good look at his attacker, not to mention they had been wearing a suit, but still, it didn’t feel right. He’d been referring to his attacker as a woman, because he’d thought she was a woman, but William wasn’t a woman. You’d think he’d know enough to let it go and leave it be, you’d think he’d learned his lesson, but Tony Becker didn’t do lessons, he did mysteries. And this mystery was far from solved.

Plus, who was he if not the detective? He’s gotta make himself useful unless he wants to get dragged into the Afton’s business. Which he didn’t.

And then there was Greg’s sister, Vanessa. He could go with the obvious answer: She’s dead. But what if she wasn’t? What if there was more to think about? And it was clear there was more to William’s motives than just being insane, but what were they?

He pondered this for a while, walking aimlessly beside Ellis, who was just staring at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, turning to his friend.

Ellis shrugged, “You have that face. That ‘Tony Becker has a mystery to solve’ face. Which means you think Evan’s brother was lying?”

“Not that I think he was lying, more that I think he doesn’t know everything,” He said, “and also, the person who attacked me was a girl, I thought.”

“Elizabeth is a girl.” Ellis pointed out.

Tony blinked at him, “Elizabeth would have been, like, 8,” he said.

Ellis frowned, “Right, sorry.”

Tony turned away from him again, “I don’t get it. The only connection I can make is to… Vanessa… she would’ve been about the right age, right?”

Ellis scoffed, “Let Greg catch you saying his sister tried to kill you, see how that goes for you.”

Tony frowned, “I’m just brainstorming,” he said defensively, “I’m not accusing her, I just brought it up because I think it might be connected.”

“And I think you’re looking too far into this,” Ellis muttered, “isn’t snooping around what got you caught in the first place? Haven’t you learned?”

“I don’t have anything to learn! I am getting close to something I can feel it… The question is what.”

“I think you’re nuts,” Ellis said, “but I might as well hear you out. What’s your next story then, Tarbell?”

Tony laughed at the nickname, “Seriously? What, are we middle schoolers again?”

“What? It might be fun; we could get Greg in on it too. What was his name? Rabbit?”

“Dr. Rabbit. Or Rab.”

“Speaking of Greg, should we…?” Ellis motioned with his hands.

“Check on them? Tony filled in for him.

Ellis nodded, “Just in case, you know.”

Tony knew Ellis was just bored of being here with nobody other than Tony. Tony could be boring when he was thinking, and he knew that, but he wished Ellis could at least try to take this seriously. He seemed to like to treat everything like a joke, and Tony was growing sick of it. But it wasn’t the time for that. Maybe they could talk about it later.

The two of them walked back to where Gregory and Evan were, but Tony paused, and he put an arm out in front of Ellis to stop him as well.

The two were talking in hushed voices, and Tony couldn’t quite catch most of it, which was driving Tony nuts.

Ellis gave Tony a disapproving look, probably annoyed by his attempt to eavesdrop, before pushing past him, “Hey, guys!” he says, “How’s it going?”

Evan jumped at the sound, “Oh, hey.”

“Hi,” Gregory said, “What’s up?”

“Just checking up on you,” Ellis said, sitting beside him, “Oh shit, Afton, that’s a nasty bruise.”

Evan frowned, “Is it? What am I supposed to tell my dad?”

“You could tell him Michael punched you,” Gregory shrugged, “he’d believe that, wouldn’t he?”

“I’m not throwing my brother under the bus for that!” Evan said, “That- I can’t do that!”

“Mike’s not even there, what can your dad do?” Tony asked, “If you tell him Sammy did it, it’ll cause problems for Henry.”

Evan looks at the ground.

“For what it’s worth, I’m not mad about you lying to us,” Tony said, “frustrated, yes, but not mad. It’s nice that you were looking out for us.”

Evan blinks up at him, opening and closing his mouth in shock, “I- uhm- I’m sorry for lying. And uh… thanks…”

Ellis reaches behind Gregory to pull Evan closer to the two of them in a weird side-hug, “Plus, the cat’s out of the bag,” he said, “now we can focus on being a team, eh?”

Evan smiled at him.

“Yeah.”

#my writing #fnaf #normal? aftons au

[enquiringangel]

Sacrilege [David/Michael]

(cw: angst, unhealthy relationships, religious themes, misrepresentation of religions, blasphemy, etc. Vampires being vampirey (so, blood and gore). No actual smut but not worksafe. Somewhat dark.)

-x-

The last time Michael had set foot in a church was for his grandmother’s funeral years before. He’d been eleven. He couldn’t recall any time before that, though there must have been one – a Christening or a wedding or something. But then, his parents never were big on religion. Him neither, and he still wasn’t, but desperation had a funny way of making a person into a believer.  

There was no one here this time of night. Michael’s muffled footsteps on the carpeted aisle between the pews seemed deafening, and the stained-glass windows were black and lifeless. Dawn was still hours away. Michael eyed the shadowy form hanging on the cross for a moment, before turning away. He took off his leather jacket and folded it into a pillow as he lay down on one of the pews. 

He should’ve known it wouldn’t work the moment he'd crossed the threshold and hadn’t burst into flames. All the same he tensed at the sound of approaching engines, at the whooping voices and raucous laughter from outside. A headlamp glanced by one of the windows and illuminated a sad-faced saint in the glass.  

‘Michael.’ Their voices whispered to him. ‘Michael.’ 

Michael closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. He didn’t bother to get up – there was no point running. There never was. He remained lying on the hard wood of the pew even as the doors creaked on their hinges. As they swung inwards, the rumble of engines idling grew louder, and when he cracked open his eyes he could see a shadowed silhouette backlit by the headlights stretching up the aisle to cover the altar. Then the doors closed and there was only darkness, darkness and the jangle of David’s spurs as he approached. 

David came to stand beside him, the skin all over Michael’s body tingling with the awareness of his closeness. Reluctantly, Michael lifted his head from his makeshift pillow and looked up at him, weary.  

David remained silent, watching him. His mouth was curled in a faint smirk—Caught you, again those lips seemed to say—but the look in his eyes was one of bitter disappointment.  

“Budge up,” he said finally.  

Trying to ignore him in the hope he might go away had never worked, and trying to avoid going along with what David wanted was ultimately useless. Sure you could resist at first, could stand as steadfast as a rock in the middle of a raging torrent, but over time he’d eventually wear you down.  

Michael was feeling particularly worn down these days. He moved over without argument.  

“You know,” David began conversationally as he plucked a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. “My folks were Catholic. Went to mass every Sunday, confessed away their many sins. Never did either of them a blind bit of good. Or me. You thinking of converting or...?” He eyed Michael reproachfully as he blew smoke through his nose.  

“You know why I came here,” Michael replied sourly. “I was hoping there might be something to it, like the holy water.” 

David hummed in agreement. “Shame for you that I can go anywhere I want and no god's gonna stop me. I don’t know why holy water burns, but he’s got nothing to do with it. You could get one of these chicks with the crystals and the pentagrams to bless a glass of water in the name of the moon goddess and it’ll still burn us. But this—” He gestured around them. “Is just an empty building.” 

“Noted,” Michael replied dryly. “Next time I want some space I’ll drop in on a bunch of those Wicca chicks.” 

“Mm, you’ll have to time it so you catch them doing one of their naked rituals. They might even let you join in.” He nudged Michael with his elbow, then, after taking another drag, offered him the cigarette. 

Michael took it without hesitation. “You could just let me go,” he pointed out, watching smoke curl towards the ceiling.  

David’s eyes flashed yellow. He leant in and ran his tongue up the side of Michael’s cheek, catching on a day’s worth of five o’ clock shadow. “Never.” 

A tight smile spread across Michael’s lips. Of course not. 

“I don’t know where you think you’ll go anyway,” David mused, breath cool on the damp streak he’d left behind. “It’s not like you’ve got anyone else left.” 

Michael snarled, fangs descending and the world growing sharper and tinted red at the edges. “No thanks to you!” 

“You started it Michael,” David reminded him, as he always did when the topic came up. You started this when you almost got Marko killed. What happened to your family was just payback. I’m grateful to the old fart for getting rid of Max though. 

Michael loathed him. Oh, so much. He loathed the way David looked at him, he loathed the way that he said Michael’s name. And how he loathed the way David made him feel. 

But not half as much as he loathed himself. 

As always, the sight of Michael surrendering to his bloodlust made David smile. There’s my boy his dancing eyes seemed to say, and Michael couldn’t stand it. He snarled and lunged for David’s throat, clamping his teeth down hard enough that cartilage crunched beneath his jaws and cool blood drenched his face. When he jerked his head away there was a hunk of flesh still caught between his teeth and blood hissed out of the hole as David laughed at him. Michael spat it out and bent down to lap at the wound greedily. David’s blood was the only blood he had ever drank, and despite all the vampire’s attempts to cajole him otherwise, he would keep it that way.  

The two of them wrestled for a bit, pews being overturned and knocked against the walls. As was usual when they fought, David let him have the upper hand for a while because he found it funny, then swiftly knocked him down a few pegs.  

Michael soon found himself with his back pinned to the floor and David’s teeth in his throat, the both of them groaning in pleasure. Whenever David bit him it was like his mouth was attached to every nerve in his body, fire spreading from the bite outwards until he was consumed by it. Michael writhed against him, desperately hard. Fuck.  

David lifted his head, lips crimson as he brought them to Michael’s, licking into his mouth. His claws scraped Michael’s hips as he tugged his jeans down his legs, stopping only to pull off Michael’s sneakers before tossing the whole bundle – shoes, pants, underwear – off over his shoulder somewhere.  

“Now Michael, be good for me,” he said, cleaning his own blood off Michael’s face with his tongue. He smirked mockingly up at the cross. 

“We’ve got an audience.” 

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david x michael emerson #michael tlb #david tlb #my writing stuff

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

i know this has been done a small handful of times already, but i would love to read your version of reader taking care of josh after he goes way too hard with the tambo - sliced hand, bruised hip and leg(s) - and tries to hide it from her because he doesn't think it's that bad/doesn't want her to worry <3

oh no, taking care of people is my weakness, it makes me so soft

Also this is much longer than I expected whoops

Warnings: blood and bruises

You were bubbling with excitement as security led you to side stage. You had got caught in traffic and had missed seeing him before he went on, but you made it in time to catch most of the set.

This was the first time you were seeing him in person for about a week, it had been busy for him with multiple shows back to back and a busy work week for you.

You watched as the man you so adored danced across the stage, singing and occasionally teasing his brothers. He was mesmerizing when he was performing, well, he was mesmerizing all the time really.

You were drawn from your thoughts as you heard the beginning of Jake's solo in 'The weight of Dreams' begin. Josh caught a glimpse of you as he turned to grab his tambourine. Doing a second take he gave you a smile and wink before going back to his performance. You watched closely, loving how much Josh felt the music when his brother played, but then you saw it.

Did he-did he just wince? Your eyes narrowed as you zeroed in on his face, and you caught it again. No one else would have picked up on the small twitch of his mouth and brow, but you had seen it.

You felt your heart rate pick up a little. The worry and concern kicking in. This was just who you were, if you knew anyone was hurt you automatically went into 'care mode'. That was with everyone else, so when it was Josh you got even more riled up. Internally you were fighting the urge to go out there and check on him right now in front of the whole crowd. The tug on your heart getting even tighter as you observed him grabbing a small towel and balling it in his hand when he set the tambo down.

They played a few more songs and then started to make their way off stage. Jake passed you first, giving you a small hug and apologizing for being so sweaty. Josh followed closely behind him, a big grin on his face.

"Hey love how-" he started, trying to hug you also,

"Show me your hands" you interrupted, not really waiting for him to oblige and reaching for his left hand,

"What?" He turned slightly, avoiding your grasp,

"Josh." You gave him a stern look, "Let me see."

He sighed, giving in and holding his hand out for you. He bit the inside of his cheek as you looked at it. Your lips parted and your eyes got wide as you took in the state of his palm,

There was a pretty sizeable gash in the meaty part of his palm by his thumb, with little scratches and bruises peppering the rest of the battered skin.

"Joshua Michael." You said in a shocked tone as you placed the towel back over the bleeding wound.

"It's fine" He insisted, attempting once again to pull you close. This time you let him, but only for a moment,

"It's not fine" You argued, "How long has it been like that?"

"It just gets like this sometimes when I have a lot of shows in a row. I caught it at a weird angle a few nights ago and it cut me, but the shows since then the cut just keeps re-opening"

"Well, if you would let someone help you" You crossed your arms, giving him a disapproving look.

"It's fi-"

"If you say 'its fine' one more fucking time" You warned him with a glare,

He huffed a laugh at your seriousness and then forced you into his arms,

"Listen, I'll let you doctor me up back at the hotel, will that make you happy?" You knew he was probably being a little more dismissive of it because he was still around his brothers and all of the crew. You had an inkling that would change as soon as you two made it to the hotel,

You nodded, tears suddenly threatening to fall. You weren't sure if it was because the one you loved so much was hurt, or if you were a little embarrassed at how resolute you had been.

"Hey, hey...come here" using his good hand he tilted your face to him, "I really am ok y/n, and I will be even better when you're done with me" He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the stray tear that fell.

"Ok," You murmured, "You go change and I'll raid the first aid kit, then we can meet at the car"

He agreed and made his way to the dressing room as you found a crew member to direct you to the first aid kit.

Once back at the hotel you noticed how Josh moved, every step was slow. The last few days had taken more of a toll then you realized.

"Hey, how does a bath sound?" You asked as you swiped the room key and opened the door. He dropped his bag to the floor with a loud thud and slowly made his way back over to you,

"That sounds perfect" his voice was ragged when his forehead fell to your shoulder and nuzzled his face against yours.

Here he was, the Josh you knew that liked to be coddled. Josh loved physical touch, and after a few days of not seeing you his hands were on you as much as possible. The moment was interrupted by the sound of Josh's phone ringing. He groaned as he pulled it from his back pocket,

"I'll get the bath started while you handle that" You said quietly as he answered the call and nodded.

You made your way into the bathroom, dropping the bag of supplies you'd gathered on the floor. The tub was rather big and deep, and you spotted some bath salts in a small container next to the sink. You started the water, making sure it was the right temperature and added in the salt. The smell of eucalyptus filled the room and you knew Josh would love it. Finally you heard him hanging up and making his way into the bathroom behind you.

"Why aren't you naked?" He teased as he started stripping out of his clothes, "You aren't going to join me?"

"Maybe after I've got your hands taken care of-" You turned to sneak a look at him and were shocked at what you saw, "JOSH"

"What!" He asked, just as shocked as he turned to look behind him, "IS THERE A BUG"

"Your leg!" You said, reaching towards his thigh that was covered in bruises of varying darkness.

"Oh...that" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as you looked at it, "It doesn't even hurt that-"

You looked up at him and poked it,

"Ow!" He hissed and pulled away

"Doesn't hurt huh?" You said with a roll of your eyes, "Just get your cute ass in the tub"

He grinned and settled into the hot water, a sigh of relief passing his lips as he relaxed. Before he could get his hand in the water you grabbed it and place it on the edge of the tub.

"Is this eucalyptus?" He asked quietly as you closely inspected his hand, trying to figure out where to even start.

"Mhmm" You acknowledged him as you went for a pair of pointed tweezers. You could see at least 2 splinters amongst the cuts. "This might hurt a bit"

"Thats alright, I couldn't get them out when I tried" He leaned in close to watch you work, "But I bet you can" He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You went to work, trying your best to block out the small noises he made when you'd have to dig a little to get the piece of wood. The whole time he remained still,

"Got it!" You said triumphantly as you finally pulled the last little sliver of wood from his reddened skin.

"It already feels so much better" He said sweetly as he went back to reclining in the tub, closing his eyes.

"Well....That might be short lived because I have to clean them now.." You admitted, reaching for the antiseptic wash.

"It's alright, go ahead" he assured you. You grabbed a towel and put it under his hand, then started to pour the wash over the cuts. His eyes remained closed, but you watched his brows furrow as the liquid bubbled and then rolled off his hand.

You carefully blotted his hand dry with the towel and began opening the box of bandages you needed for the slice across his palm. Finally finding the butterfly closure bandages you pressed the sides of the cut together and applied them. You glanced to Josh, who didn't budge.

"Josh?" You whispered quietly, no answer. He had fallen asleep in the tub.

You smiled to yourself as you stood and made your way into the room to get in your pjs, which consisted of an oversized shirt and some cotton panties. You had showered just before the show and hadn't gotten that sweaty so it was fine.

Once you had changed and gotten the room a little more organized with his stuff you went back into the bathroom. His lips were now parted slightly as he slept soundly.

You knelt next to the tub, gently combing your fingers through his hair, he breathed in deeply and his eyes fluttered open,

"Lets get you to bed" You said quietly as you pulled the lever to drain the tub. You knew he had to be exhausted because he didn't even argue.

Taking his hand you stood and helped him stand as well, offering him a towel. You made your way into the bedroom to get the bed prepared, pulling back the sheets and positioning the pillows how he liked. After a few moments he appeared, towel slung low on his hips as he approached the side of the bed.

Dropping his towel to the floor the clambered onto the bed, hissing through his teeth when he put weight on his hand. He pulled it to his chest as he laid down facing you. Pulling the plush comforter over you both you got as close to him as possible,

"It's gonna be tender for a few days baby” you said as you took his hand in yours and faced his palm towards you, gently rubbing the pad of your thumb over the bandages to make sure they were still secure. He hummed quietly and got a little closer

“You take such good care of me babe” he said, looking at you through his lashes, his eyes glassy, as if he might cry.

“What’s wrong?” Still holding his hand you moved your other hand to the nape of his neck, massaging it slightly as you waited for him to answer,

“I just, you do things like this and it reminds me how much you love me, and-“ his words got caught in his throat as you pressed soft kisses to the palm of his hand, eyes fixed on his. “And I’m just really thankful for you y/n.”

He had the softest sweetest heart, and you adored him for it.

“You’re right, I do love you” you released his hand and snuggled closer, but somehow it was Joshua who became the one curled into you, his head tucked under your chin. He pressed a quick kiss to your chest and then squeezed you tighter, like he was scared you’d vanish if he let go.

He murmured something back to you, something about him loving you more, but then he was asleep. For a moment you just laid there, watching him breathe and savoring the warmth of him. Before you knew it drifting off to sleep with him.

[bigman5318008]

dinner went so good I made a big pot of soup like really big. too big I think because it kindof broke my stove whoops. it's OK. tubbo said he would fix it. michael and him came over and we are together I don't really have a kitchen table so we ate on the floor and then I thought that I should ask phil to help me build a table. tubbo and I talked about me not having a table and I said I Know my house isn't the Best tubbo and he said No Tommy I think your house is one of the only Homes here and I said tubo, you're just saying shit. though it's nice to have a home. a real one

#dream smp #tommyinnit #/rp

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 18

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey and Pearl finally have a chat

Warning: Swearing(?), racial issues, pregnancy,

Note: Okay, I know how many people HATE when babies are added into fanfics, but I am trying my ABSOLUTE BEST to make this actually enjoyable and kind of put a twist on how I typically see children being introduced in writing, so please trust the process. 

Also, I hope this chapter isn’t too confusing. It switches between present day and flashbacks

Song: Mary Don’t You Weep - Inez Andrews

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Every day that passed only became harder. I went through all of Ma’s belongings, staring at them for hours while I reminisced on the past. Most days I was living in my memories just to get myself by.

“Well, ain’t she just precious, Loretta.” Gladys says admiring the young little girl in her new Sunday dress.

Loretta huffs adjusting in her spot to find a more comfortable position against the hard, wilted wood of the porch. “Been drivin me crazy these past few days, won’t let me get through her hair or nothin.”

“Hey, new girl! Nice dress.” A boy pesters from behind the fence. 

The girl turns, wide eyed until crossing her arms upon seeing the owner of the voice.

Gladys smiles at the sight. “Look at that, they’re tryna talk to you, Honey. Why don’t you go along and play with ‘em. And boys! Make sure you include Honey this time!”

“We don’t wanna play with a girl!” Thomas whines.

Loretta shoos away his complaining, kicking out her bare feet across the sand. “She’s the only girl you ever gone see if you keep that up. Just play one game with her, please.”

The three boys groan their way to the backyard, where a ball is left on the ground from their last session. Elvis begins kicking the ball around with Thomas, while Michael walks up to Honey. “Just stay over here while we play. Don’t get in the way.” He commands.

She crosses her arms. “What makes you think I wanna play with you anyway, ugly boy.”

Thomas and Elvis pause their game to hold in their laughter. “Psh, you couldn’t play even if you tried.” Michael sneers.

Honey smiles. “Scared you’ll get whooped by a girl?”

“OOO!” The two boys shout, laughing at Micheal’s upset and embarrassed face. “I want her on my team!” Thomas raises his hand. 

Michael groans. “Come on, foo’s. She can’t play with us.”

Elvis pats the shoulder of his friend. “Nah, she got you good. She can play.”

Pearl and I haven’t talked since that day. Originally I thought about moving away and never speaking to her again. I wanted so badly to just disappear from the world, I already had so much to figure out about the future, I couldn’t stand her attitude on top of it. But a few days after the funeral, I made dinner for the two of us. We sat at the table in silence. I had so much pain in me, but looking at her that night struck something. 

Her eyes were dull, hair unbrushed, sadly picking at her food. She looked worse than I had ever seen her. But what hurt the most was that I remembered she was barely 18. She’s just a kid that lost her daddy too. I was the only family member she had left, and same for me. I’m not much older than her, but enough that it felt like my responsibility to step up as the big sister and take care of her. Take care of her and…someone else in the future now too.

Honey and the boys sit outside under the hot sun, church bells ring in the near distance. She grazes her fingers through the grass, snapping up dandelions from the weeds and weaving the stems through her tangles of hair. She keeps a handful of dandelions in her hand to bury her face into every now and again to take in their sweet yet earthy aroma.

“Would’ya quit sniffin them things. You already know it don’t smell like nothin but grass and dirt.” Elvis teases her. She pouts, throwing one towards his face. He laughs at her attempt, catching it before it can hit his cheek. “Keep stickin your nose in them things and we’ll have to call you Bumble.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Bumble?” She questions.

“Yeah, you know, like the bee. Those big fat ones that pollinate on them flowers. Hey! You’re even fluffy like one too!” He states excitedly, reaching out to rat her curls.

“Does it taste okay?” I ask Pearl.

Her head snaps up, shocked that I just spoke to her. She falters for a moment. “Yeah.”

I nod, swallowing down the lump in my throat. Oh god, what am I doing? I drop my fork onto my plate, resting my forehead in my hand. The loud clank startles her, causing her to stare in uncertainty. 

“I’m pregnant.” I blurt out. I stare deep into the grain of the table with a dry, sarcastic hum of a laugh. I didn’t have much else to lose, who cares if she knows? She’s bound to find out eventually anyways. My lip quivers as I gather the strength to continue. “Elvis. He doesn’t know.” Finally I look up at her, tears rolling down my numb face.

“Michael, stop. She ain’t all that bad.”

“Nah, she’s always tryna do what we’re doin and be like us, but she ain’t.” He says, before storming off in a fit.

Honey stands behind one of her porch’s pillars, hiding her glistening eyes. Elvis sees this and immediately walks up to her. “Honey, don’t cry.” But him taking notice only made the tears come out faster. “It don’t matter what he say. I think you’re fine just the way you are.”

She sniffles. “But you’re always making fun of me too.”

He smiles. “Aww, you know I’m just teasin. We all do it all the time. We don’t mean nothin by it. ‘Side, I really like you. I wouldn’t hurt you like that, I’d much rather be your superhero.”

Honey rubs her red eyes, a weak smile tugging at her lips. “Like Captain Marvel?”

His eyes brighten. “Exactly like Captain Marvel.”

She giggles. “What would that make me?”

He thinks for a moment, stroking the nonexist hairs on his soft chin. “A princess.”

She raises her eyebrow. “A princess? That’s not fair, I wanna be someone strong too!”

“You ain’t gotta be strong when you got someone like me.” He teases, kissing the muscles on his scrawny arms.

She rolls her eyes. “Well, even if I’m a princess, I wanna help save the world too.” She demands, arms folded sternly.

He flashes her a generous smile, giving her a promise to hold deep within her heart. “You and me against the world.”

It was from that day forward that their entire view of each other had changed.

Much to my surprise Pearl has an actual sympathetic look on her face. She reaches across the table, grabbing my hand. “I’m sorry.” She says, already choking up. “For everything. My grandparents- Our grandparents used to tell this story about a colored woman that tried to seduce Daddy with her ‘dark magic’, wanted me to think colored folk were all sorts of evil. But you and your Mama are some of the kindest people I have ever met and I feel horrible bout the things I did. I thought acting like grandmaw would help her live on or somethin, but I wasn’t thinkin with my own head.”

She sniffles, rubbing her nose into her sleeve. “I never even liked Elvis, it was all just to make you feel how I did everytime Daddy paid more attention to you. Every time I talked to Elvis all he’d go on about was you. I ain’t never had nobody that talked about me like that or looked at me that way. He really loved you Honey. I thought what y’all were doin was real brave and I can only hope to be as strong as you one day. But I promise you I didn’t call the cops that day!”

Suddenly, she stands up, getting on her knees in front of me. “I’m gonna help you take care of the baby, okay? U-Unless you don’t want me to…?” She pulls her hands away, looking for signs of anger or resentment in my eyes.

I bite my lip, holding back a sob before I pull her into a hug.

She smiles. “I’m gonna help you through this, Honey. We both need each other more than ever right now.”

Pearl and I became incredibly close after that. Pathetic it took something so tragic to finally bring us together, but I was so grateful to have someone with me on this terrifying journey.

Small bike wheels track through the dirt path, coming up to the neighborhood of their owners. The boys catch a glimpse of her at the end of the block. 

Honey sits on the porch between her mama’s legs, painfully getting her head yanked back each time her mother starts a new braid in her blonde hair.

The three boys smirk, hair still wet from swimming in the waterhole earlier that day. They quickly adjust their shirts, taking off a strap from their overalls and throwing it over their shoulder to give them a ‘cool’ and uncaring bad boy look. Then they fly by, pedaling fast and talking loud to ensure they caught Honey’s attention.

Elvis pops the wheel on his bike, lifting it in the air for half a second. He smiles, satisfied when he sees a small smirk appear on Honey’s face.

Eventually, I could no longer work and we had no choice but to sell the house and move into one of the poorer neighborhoods on the East side of Memphis. When I said I missed those shack houses in Mississippi, I didn’t know how much I actually meant it until moving here.

Most stores in the area were adorned with broken or boarded up windows and fallen signs. Streets were littered with garbage, rusted cars, and dead trees. And our house was complete with wilted wooden panels, peeling wallpaper, and a smell I could never put my finger on. It was no place to raise a child, but it’d have to do. It’s all we had.

Unfortunately walking and bus taking was something we still had to do since Dad’s car was in the accident. Obviously, I didn’t want Pearl walking alone, so I’d have to make grocery trips with her, baby bump and all.

‘You’re a strong woman, Honey. You’ll get through this.’ Mama’s words haunted me every single day, and every hour that passed it became even harder to believe.

It was hard, for the both of us, but it brought us closer until I finally felt like I had a real sister by my side.

I sit on the couch, rubbing at my sore and stretched belly.

“You got a name yet?” Pearl asks from the floor in front of me.

“Charles.” I say sadly.

She smiles weakly. “And a girl?”

I shrug, with a chuckle. “I don’t know. Maybe somethin original like Maple or Vanilla, like Mama did with me.”

Only a few days later, would I find myself crying and thrashing in the most pain I had ever felt in my life, wishing I had Ma by my side to help me through it. A few months after that, our newest addition to the family ran wildly through our home, ransaking everything in sight and bouncing around with his head full of big blonde curls.

“Charles, baby. Be careful. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” I grab him, picking him up to hold in my arms.

I stroke his soft, puffy cheek as he blows spit bubbles, which naturally pop all over me, but I was used to it by now. He’s got his daddy’s same bright blue eyes and a complexion that would’ve made Ma proud.

He was such a little angel, with an occasional tantrum here and there of course, but he was a smart boy, and a fast learner too. I was so grateful everything turned out easy and peaceful since I hadn’t caught a break for the past year.

Still, I had a big choice to make. Do I tell Charles who his father is? I can’t be like my Mama. I know how much it hurts to have something so personal be kept from you, but now I understand her struggle. Will he try to go after him one day? Will he be disappointed that Elvis is his father? Will he hate me if I never tell him?

Which brings me to the flip side of that issue; Do I tell Elvis? How do I tell him? Will he be disappointed with his son? Will he hate me for not telling him by now? What will happen between him and his new girl if I tell them?

My head hurt just thinking about everything.

On the bright side, I guess my wish of having kids with Elvis came true after all, but I didn’t have my Elvis to share it with.

“Come on, Bumble! Go up there with me!”

He tugs on her arm, but she panically plants her feet right into the ground. “Elvis, I don’t wanna go up there in front of everyone!”

“It’ll be fine. Come on!” With one hard tug, she falls forward, stumbling towards the stage with him.

The choir smiles at them, as well as their mothers. The reverend shouts a heavenly cry, preaching up to the sky.

“Come on, dance! Don’t you feel it?” He asks.

She did feel it. She felt power and dreams course through her veins from their singing. She looks around nervously, before Elvis makes an effort to bring her attention back over to him. His smile eases her little heart. Slowly, she lets his energy infect her, matching his rhythmic jumping and throwing her hands out to her sides.

‘Mmm Mary, don’t you weep

Ohh, Martha, don’t you moan

Pharoah’s army drowned in the Red Sea.’

Eventually all that I had saved up from working at Handy quickly dwindled away, and Pearl and I had no choice but to take up jobs again. Pearl was the first. She easily came by a nice job at one of our local groceries stores, I on the other hand had a few issues to work out. After days of searching I finally came across the church. I applied for their choir, which luckily I was hired for. I was nervous to start singing again, but at least I could build my voice back up without being heard too upfront, not to mention it was the only job that came with daycare.

I grew up on the music and loved it, but honestly, being back in the church was hard for me. I was anything but pure, and people knew it.

Night had fallen. They should have gone back home by now, but they were too entranced by the bar that was more lively than ever. Peeking into the window, the two find a scene that blessed their senses. This was something different, something they had never heard before, something they knew they shouldn’t be seeing.

“We should try that.” The boy says.

Honey jumps down from the window to face him. “I don’t know how to dance like that, Elvis”

“Neither do I. I just copy what they do.”

She falters for a moment, unsure if she should give in to the things she was feeling, but puts her hands on his shoulders no less. They sway back and forth to the music that muffled through the poor sealing of the window. She lifts her head to peek through the glass every now and again to make sure she’s imitating the adult woman correctly. 

Then she sees them do something she knew her mama wouldn’t like. The dancer twirls her hips, reaching up to leave a heated kiss against the man she was with.

Honey shrugs. Well, if it was what they were doing.

She moves closer to Elvis, reaching up until-

A gasp fills the air, loud above the blues music coming from inside the building. The two children part from each other in horror, seeing Ms. James towering above them. 

“Go on back home, boy, ‘fore I tell ya mama what you been up to.” She threatens. He swiftly scurries off, leaving Honey to her mother. She grabs her childs hand, marching back to their house. “Honey, if I ever catch you doin that again, I swear-. You ain’t listenin to anymore of that music!”

Oh, I got plenty looks when people saw Charles and I, ‘specially when I’d have to explain the whole father situation. My usual story was that his dad went into the army, but as time rolled by, everyone began to realize how unlikely of a story that was. For those that cared enough, rumors were passed around. Some say I slept with so many men that I didn’t actually know who the father was. Others think he was born from a one night stand. Obviously, I couldn’t tell them Elvis was the father, and I doubt that would HELP to ease all the rumors anyway. Regardless, I quickly became the epitome and walking consequence of lust.

Honey’s mother didn’t let her leave often after that, leaving her silenced in her room. Only occasionally would she be allowed out to play with the boys, including the day she finally got to share a special kiss with her especially favorite friend.

She was excited to see Elvis again, hoping to have another moment like that again as soon as possible, but when she sees him again she’s met with something that breaks her heart.

“I ain’t got no idea what you’re talkin bout.”

She crosses her arms, hoping and praying he was just pulling another prank on her. “Yesterday…when you kissed me…”

He chuckles in a sarcastic tone. “I don’t remember nothin. You musta been dreamin bout me.” He says with a smirk, the other boys snickering behind him.

She had never felt so embarrassed in her life. Betrayed by someone she thought was her friend.

I ran into B.B. King a few times at the church, who became a frequent visitor after that, when he wasn’t on tour anyways.

He came up to me on my way out one day. “Honey, long time no see.” He says, hugging me.

I squeeze him back, so very happy to see a familiar face after so long. “It’s so nice to see you, King.”

One of the girls brings Charles into the room, playfully chasing after him and his sloppy, bow legged steps.

He pulls away with a sad look. “I saw about E.P.” He awkwardly tucks his hands into his pocket. I respond with a defeated sign. “Now, it ain’t none of my business, but if you don’t mind me askin, what happened between you two? You both seemed real happy together, besides the whole jail thing, which I assume played a role in all of this.”

I let out a weak chuckle. “What? He never told you what happened himself?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, we lost touch a while ago.”

Charles stomps his way over to grab onto my leg with a toy in his mouth, his wet hands instantly getting slobber on my shin. I pick him up, awkwardly turning back to King.

“Honey, I’m sorry about all the things I said to you before.”

“It’s okay, Michael. I know you were just jealous you weren’t as good at playing ball as I was.” She states confidently.

He laughs, neither denying nor confirming the accuracy of her words, but instead fumbling with his fingers. “It’s just that- Honey, I-”

“What are you two doin?” Elvis interrupts.

They both look up at him, neither pleased by his presence. Honey crosses her arms, turning back to Michael. “You were saying.”

“Well, I, uh…” He swallows, nervously.

Honey waits for him to answer, but Elvis catches on fast, pushing Michael off of the bench before he can spill his next words. Elvis throws punches at him, but Michael throws them right back. Honey jumps up, attempting to push them away from each other, but it does no good.

“You never even liked her!” Elvis shouts.

“Man, you don’t either, remember!”

“Boys! What the hell’s going on here?!”

It takes their mothers to finally pry them away from each other. They breath heavily, eyeing each other while they get dragged away.

King raises a confused eyebrow. “That baby yours?”

I nod. “Yeah… His name’s Charles.”

He takes a closer look at him, taking in his lighter complexion, blonde hair, and baby blue eyes. He cranes his neck back in thought, before hesitating out, “E.P.’s?”

I stay quiet, biting at my lip and bouncing the baby on my hip. He takes this as a yes.

“He know?”

I shake my head, still not trusting my strength to admit anything out loud just yet.

He pulls me into another hug. “Look, anytime you need anything you tell me. You know us Handy kids will always be a family.” He pulls away, smiling at the baby. “Besides, you’re too talented to lose.”

“Oh whatever.” I laugh out, before taking on a sympathetic tone. “But thank you.”

“We’re moving away.” He says, glooming under the warm, sunny day.

“Okay, Elvis.” She states doubtfully.

He’s always saying him and his family are gonna travel the world and do this and that, but he never does, nothing but little lies and big dreams. The boy who cried wolf. It’s not until she looks outside her window the next morning that she realizes for once he was telling the truth. 

Elvis sits in the back of his family’s car, his father packing the final bag in the trunk. 

Her heart quickens. She speedily races outside, standing on her lawn as the family drives past her. Elvis watches his friend from the window, waving. She was in too much shock to wave back, but she’d regret for years that she didn’t. Her friend was gone. And she’d never see him again.

Or so she thought.

The days became an endless game of survival, trying to keep Pearl safe and Charles happily fed. Always felt like there wasn’t enough of something. 

Life felt like nothing but a yellow brick road, except there was no good witch, no singing or dancing, no powerful wizard to fix all my problems, just an endless road that once led to my dreams, but after years of walking, I had long given up hope of ever finding my way home again.

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Haikyuu Characters as Quotes From My Life

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Basically, this chapter is just some of the Haikyuu characters as quotes that me, my friends, and even some of my classmates have said. Yeah, it's simple as that. They don't really make sense *the quotes*, even with context so yeah lol.

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-*-* "Christian Grey may be 50 shades of fucked up- but I'm 50 shades of 'I'm gonna whoop your ass" -Kuroo

-*- *"I think I have a crush on Pennywise." -Tanaka

-*-* "If only men had brains and balls, at the same time." -Kiyoko

-*-* "No Im not gonna eat my cat, I'm not a cannibal." -Nishinoya

-*-* " I look like a warthog and have the personality of a she-devil." -Yamamoto

-*-* "See, I told you Megan, my boobs are getting bigger." -Asahi

-*-* "Do you have gum in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?....I think you're excited to see me." -Oikawa *to Iwaizumi, most likely*

-*-* "Tell me a good song- and we're not listening to the trolls soundtrack." -Ushijima *talking to Tendou*

-*-* "If I write my essay about Fortnite and global warming what will I get?" -Bokuto

-*-* "I once had a guy walk up to me at target and he was like 'wanna buy some ball wash?'" -Terushima

-*-* "Ryan Reynolds is hot." -Ennoshita

-*-* "Jeff Bezos would be a great drug dealer." -Kenma

-*-* "Ugh that's nasty....gonna give us fricking herpes..." -Akaashi

-*-* "HE HAD TWO GLIZZIES" -Bokuto

-*-* "It looks like pennywise could crawl out of that things butthole." -Hinata

-*-* "I just got winky faced by Kahoot." -Tsukishima

-*-* "I'm gonna get fax paper, and make cards that say "we give free bj's" and tape it on peoples doors." -Kuroo

-*-* "If I have to listen to another minute of JoJo Siwa I will lose my mind." -Daichi

-*-* "YOU CLOSED MY DUOLINGO TAB?!" -Nishinoya

-*-* "Can any orgasms so photosynthesis...?" -Kageyama

-*-* "My shoulder is no longer a virgin." -Yamaguchi

-*-* "Don't change, we hate you just the way you are." -Iwaizumi

-*-* "Mom can you leave so I can curse at my friends?" -Sugawara *talking to Ukai*

-*-* "We thought there was cum in the bathroom." -Tanaka

-*-* "I don't like purple, I like ducks" -Hinata

-*-* "The bible is not smut, bitch." -Kenma (I'm sorry if anyone finds this offensive-)

-*-* "Mort I cannot 'move it move it' anymore" -Yamomoto

-*-* "They kill pears- that's why it's so sad. But pineapples stay alive, pears just- die!!" -Bokuto

-*-* "Not gonna lie man but your toes are...dry." -Tanaka

-*-* "That's like going up to a police officer holding up a bag and going, "hey can you step outside for a minute, go down and get some coffee, I should be done in about 15 minutes?" -Kindaichi

-*-* "I swear to god I will turn this- this navy blue van around!!" -Daichi/Ukai

-*-* "Nah he's got little-man-itis." Tsukishima *talking about Hinata, ofc*

-*-* "Don't we have a leader in the real world?" *Bokuto, continue to next quote *

-*-* "Yeah we've got Michael Jackson." -Kuroo *that one was a 2-parter haha*

-*-* "YOU'LL BELIEVE GOD IS A WOMENNNN- is that vodka??" -Nishinoya

-*-* "It's probably like, burnt fire or something." -Oikawa

-*-* "Why do you not like shirtless men." -Tanaka

-*-* "I'm gonna start a petition to make Boston a continent....or maybe New Jersey." -Hinata

-*-* "We've known eachother since the 1800's- we went to Travis Scott concerts with George Washington." -Tanaka *talking abt Yamamoto*

-*-* "Dame cabeza" -Tanaka

-*-* "No one likes Jacobs, Jacobs are ugly and raspy." -Tsukishima

:D

K great, so anyways-

Idk that's all I got rn, y'all got a free glimpse of my strange friends and even stranger school. Hope you enjoyed and adios

edit: holy shit this blew up a lot faster than I expected- thanks so much y’all

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[divinekangaroo]

Monsters Vs Aliens (Giantess Premise) fusion Peaky Blinders, Tommy x Lizzie, for everyone who's contributed to the fanon that Tommy really likes tall women...

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Music and chatter from the church fading, Ada pushed through the wagon circle, the parked cars. Tethered horses whickered uneasily in the shade of trees. A little further, buildings out of sight, she found a solitary white shoe, strap broken.

‘Lizzie!’

Months of conversations, mutual counselling, doctors and more months of balancing medications, a new house and a holiday just after Ruby was weaned. Ada might’ve had doubts still about her brother, but didn’t think Lizzie would run.

‘Lizzie!’

White flickering through the trees, deeper. Ada went as swiftly as she could in her own heels. If Lizzie hadn’t run, then maybe someone took her; certain people paid attention when politicians with certain backgrounds made unwary public announcements about looking forward to weddings and things like that.

Then Lizzie clawed her way to standing, kicking over a clump of mushrooms, long hair loose from the flower crown and now full of leaves, dress dirty, and both feet bare and stained brilliant green with the long lush grass she’d just come through.

‘Look at the state of you.’ Absconding or abduction off the agenda, the next crisis lined up: less than fifteen minutes to walk the aisle. ‘What the hell happened?’

‘I don’t know. I went for a walk, clear my head. What’s— Oh, my God. Ada. So dizzy.’ Lizzie sniffed, clutching Ada’s hands. ‘I didn’t miss it, did I? I didn’t fuck it up?’

‘Of course not. Come on. Do you have your other shoe? All right, Polly will work it out, and the hairdresser’s still here, it’ll be all fixed in no time.’ Fuck. Neither she nor Polly would have shoes that fit Lizzie’s giant feet. Ada gnawed a nail; maybe one of the Lees. She’d ask Johnny.  ‘Are you all right, Lizzie?’

Lizzie looked at her, a little wild-eyed. ‘I’m fine.’

*

Arthur cleared his throat, again. Tommy tucked his watch away, again. He glared at his brother, ready to say something slicing about punctuality, when the string quartet finally raised their tune.

Instead of falling silent at the appearance of the bride, half the church whooped and hollered, wolf-whistling. The other half promptly joined in competition, petals, hymnbooks and pamphlets volleying both ways across the aisle, the opposite of hostility, as the canon drowned in the chaos. Johnny patted Lizzie’s arm and darted over to the string quartet, grinning, a chat and wide gestures. The four nodded, discussed, and immediately started – a fucking shanty?

Lizzie cackled, gleeful, as Johnny scurried back, hooked her arm again. The boisterous pews fell into line with the new tune, stomping and clapping, shouting in rhythm.

—wedding on the meadow, the finest ever seen—

Tommy watched wide-eyed as his wedding, his fucking wedding, everything exactly as Lizzie wanted and absolutely no hidden agendas, slipped entirely out of his hands.

—priest spake words as sweet as the breeze, ‘neath those ancient, whispering trees; blessings from t’fae and the leprechaun's smile—

Sauntering mostly up but sometimes down that aisle, casual as if at market, Lizzie waved and laughed, ‘Maggie, you made it! Donna-aa! Michael, look at you, all shiny!’ She paused multiple times to chat and embrace people, kissing cheeks.

Tommy stared at her feet, which were bare and grass-stained. Somewhere over his shoulder, he could feel Arthur nearly killing himself not to laugh. Charlie ran circles around Jeremiah that even Polly couldn’t contain.

‘S’good,’ Arthur said, conciliatory, as finally Lizzie reached the altar and everyone fell silent after a final spasm of stomping. ‘S’happy, see, brother? Remember happiness?’

Tommy stared past Jeremiah’s shoulder at the man suffering on the cross.

Eventually, they reached the part where they were supposed to face each other and speak the vows. Mind unacceptably blank, Tommy found himself hard-pressed not to reach out and cup Lizzie’s cheek, which would be a suitable stalling action. Brush whatever that little smudge of dirt or makeup was from the corner of her eye.

Frowned. He would have to reach up. A few inches here and there, all right, but she didn’t even have shoes on.

Much further up.

Tommy stepped away. ‘Lizzie. What’s happening?’

Her face fell in response to his. ‘Tommy? Why are you shrinking?’

‘It's not me. It’s you.’

Lizzie’s shoulders hit the rafters and she hunched in reaction, ducking her head, dress splitting down the seams. Tommy staggered, Arthur already with an arm around Charlie and pulling Tommy away from the near-radius of whatever this was, the flash of Jeremiah in his robes sweeping to the far wall. Ruby, Ruby – no, but she was all right, in Polly’s arms at the church rear. The nearest pews cleared in a rush, some screams, as Lizzie’s heel pushed through them, one knee down and the other knee tucked under her chin, dress and boned undergarments suddenly exploding in confetti shreds. The flower crown fell like autumn leaves, and Lizzie curled tighter to avoid any further damage to the architecture.

After a while, the screaming slowed. Stopped, deprived of the originating shock. Not to mention they were a fairly hardy crew, his and hers. Lizzie uncurled slightly, those huge green eyes wide. Fixed on him in horror. She must be so embarrassed, she was barely able to stay modest, curled like that.

Tommy could see straight up between her legs. He could—

Abruptly, Tommy turned and shoved Arthur’s head down, away from the view, Charlie already tucked faceless into Arthur’s shoulder. Jeremiah had his gaze politely averted. Back, to the shocked watching family and friends. To Lizzie, stunned and terrified.

‘Is that it?’ Tommy demanded. To the pews, threw his arms wide. Couldn’t stop pacing, turning, didn’t know what he was looking for. Answers weren’t likely to be had in a situation like this. ‘Is that fucking it? You lot, sit the fuck back down, on the floor if you have to. We're not done here. Jeremiah, what’s next? In front of the altar, man. Come on. We’re finishing this.’ Forward, he hadn’t come this far to—Jesus, those fucking legs, filling his periphery no matter which way he turned. ‘Everyone shut your fucking eyes! Not you, Lizzie. We’re fucking finishing this!’

No hope for the rings Arthur held out, one hand over his eyes. Tommy put his on, then forced Lizzie’s ring onto his little finger as far as it would go so it wouldn’t be lost, which wasn’t very far at all; such slender fingers she’d had. Then there was still the obligatory. Rapid and fruitless, multiple scenarios raced through his mind, scaling that ankle, climbing hair like a rope, settling for kissing any portion of abundant flesh in near reach, when Lizzie put an end to the mad loop in his head by gently lay her palm flat on the floor, lips writhing in some unreadable expression as their eyes met across the distance.

It was inevitable. Tommy climbed on.

*

Celebration at the wagons in full swing from the sound, Lizzie kicked her feet as gently as possible in the river, trying not to scream, or cry, or something. If she stomped hard enough, the whole river receded from her foot and showed the bare mud below: Moses parting the Red fucking Sea.

It was a dream, wasn't it? Some kind of queer nightmare. The thought might be the only thing stopping her from panicking.

That, and Tommy.

After the ceremony, he’d immediately launched into a rapid-fire debate with Arthur and Johnny deciding what would be cheaper to fix to get her out: the roof, the stained glass window or the wall. They’d decided the wall, then argued more on which wall was non-loadbearing. Johnny dragged in some cousin who did masonry work, and despite the pleas his speciality was dry stone walling in fields, forced him to make a call. Lizzie then pushed the wall out with all the ease of squashing a sandcastle.

They’d gone very silent at that, shrouded in masonry dust, Tommy with a look she’d never seen on him before.

Lucky she’d wanted a celebration in summer, more outdoors than indoors: no rooves or walls to deal with in the short term. Polly rousted the women, kinfolk and Lizzie’s old street friends together without any tolerance for comment or complaint, getting them working on unpicking multiple skirts and restructuring them into a patchwork dress, if barely enough to cover the pertinent bits. After that, Lizzie ate the entire wedding feast, given she’d not eaten breakfast or lunch out of nerves. Johnny rounded the men with an odd kind of glee, and they’d all gone out somewhere for a couple of hours and returned madly drunk with a fortune of live and dead animals, probably stripping the nearby farms, one way or the other.

Lizzie moved so she could see Tommy. He inched closer again.

‘Will we wake up tomorrow, and it’ll all be back to normal?’

‘Lizzie. How would I know?’

He didn’t sound upset in any way. Just steady.

‘You’re taking this very easily, that’s all.’

‘How else should I be taking it?’

‘I just can’t believe I’ve ruined it again. My perfect white wedding. Did everything right, every fucking thing. Ruined anyway, now and after. Wedding and marriage.’ She couldn't bring herself to ask why he'd gone through with it. He'd been almost tearing himself to bits with some kind of emotion in there, until they'd sealed it with that very strange kiss, him crouched on one knee and one hand down on her palm for balance as she'd lifted him, a position as confident and instinctive as if he'd done this before, then he felt along her lips with his hands, until—

After, he'd relaxed.

‘Yeah? How’s it ruined?’

‘Oh, come on.’

‘A bullet would ruin it. This isn’t a bullet.’

So quiet, maybe she wasn’t supposed to hear. Lizzie went quiet, too.

‘Need a bigger house, that’s all.’

Lizzie laughed. Stopped, desperately, before it could become hysterical.  She moved again, trying to keep him in line of sight. She kept panicking she’d sit on him or something horrendous, but he stood so close, little feather-light touches on her shin or, when she was sitting, her thigh, here and there, as if trying to keep her grounded, and every time she moved away he’d inch closer again.

On cue, he inched closed again, that tiny tickling touch along her thigh sending goosebumps chasing all over.

‘Maybe mobile scaffolding.’

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Tommy?’

‘Yeah?’

‘What am I supposed to do?’

There was a long pause.

‘If you lie down,’ he started. Stopped.

‘You can’t—’

Lizzie caught his gaze. A beat.

He licked his lips. Cracked his neck, which had been craning to look up at her.

‘Oh.'

‘It’s a nice night, Mrs Shelby,’ Tommy said, almost absently, abstracted, and without any particular emphasis.

‘For sleeping out?’

‘Who said anything about sleeping?’

Checking to ensure she wouldn’t destroy a small civilisation in her shadow, Lizzie carefully lay down.

*

#peaky blinders #tommy x lizzie #my writing #possibly crack possibly kink #really the most crack is the idea they'd go to therapy and have a happy wedding #moses parting the red sea used frequently in fics for what tommy does in a crowd i thought; yeah perfect a crazy reason to use it #kids holiday movies: this movie.the Asshole Boyfriend really didn't know what to do with his Giant Lady but the animators definitely knew

[nightgoodomens]

Asks underneath

It’s weird to spend 15 years with a man, portray on social media a beautiful marriage, have children, and then reduce everything to sex every time. Baby’s birthday? DRUNK SEX. Lovely picture of the hubby? HE TOUCHED MY VAGINA.

Congratulations? Could have just said you love him but I guess it’s just sex.

… whoops that slipped.

It does feel like she needs validation. And I wonder why? Who is she screaming to?

Funny she used the song “pretty boy” not after Michael went off “he did good, the boy did good! And he looks good in a kilt, doesn’t he?!” but after David responded to it on Friday. Tsk tsk.

If you’d purely look at her posts you’d think she’s a hook up bragging that she got to fuck a famous guy. Not a wife of 15 years with many kids in a loving marriage.

Well the song title choice “pretty boy” is quite interesting considering what Michael said recently and David clearly heard, isn’t it?

#NightGoodOmens talks PR #NightGoodOmens talks Michael and David