#OBVIOUSLY. but it IS nice to hear the thought that went into how michael and adam were portrayed. i love it!

[adammilligan]

jabel talking about how he genuinely loved playing michael and adam together and the ideas that he brought regarding them in 15x08 weren’t just his own but also the ideas of the fans because of all the time he spent doing cons where people would ask him about what he thought michael and adam were getting up to in the cage and how that sort of fed into how he portrayed them when he finally came back to the show. i love that

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Love at first sight

RZ Michael x gn reader

Summary: little dude gets a huge crush and gets angry about it. (Fluff if you squint with three glasses)

Note: I keep updating this story, sorry.

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It had been a few months since Michael got sent into the mental hospital.

Michael was in his room when he heard distant screaming, Getting curious, he decided to peek a little from his window and what he saw made his heart drop a little.

Although you were being quite literally manhandled by guards you still looked stunning.

He didn't realise it but he stared at you until you were out of his view.

But you are and will be just a cute looking random person, right?

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A few hours later it was lunch time and he saw you again, he stared at your face a lot longer and intensely than he intended and you caught him.

they're gonna think I'm creepy now.

But what you did next wasn't what he expected,

You waved and smiled at him.

and oh god did he feel like he was gonna die at how fast his heart was beating.

But then he started getting frustrated and angry, why was he feeling this way? Why does his heart beat so fast when he sees you? Was he scared of you? You? Scaring him with a smile and a wave? How dare you belittle him this way!

The poor boy felt so humiliated and he had never felt this way with someone before and so he started pretending to hate you.

You on the other hand thought he was so cool and intimidating and you also maybe had a big little crush on him and so you tried.

You tried so hard trying to befriend him by trying to chat with him or do nice things for him but that always went out the drain because he either ignored you or moved away from you, it looked like he hated you and you were so close to giving up but you knew patience is key, so you had to keep trying. Trying to befriend Michael gone wrong.

Michael was in a bad mood this day, he accidentally broke one of his mask he spent hours on and the guards bruised his wrist and he accidentally spilt food on himself and he was on his way to change, while he was huffing and puffing. The last thing he needed was you. Making him blush Coming to him when he was obviously in a bad mood and it was his last straw. Unknown to you of course.

Ironically you were in a good mood this time being, you were absolutely sure you can make progress this time when you learnt he liked making masks and was going to ask if he wanted to make some with you. You were also quite loud, yes. This was going to be his last straw.

"Hey Michael!" You reach out to him "Hey Michael, I was wondering if you wanted to make a mask with me,I have three in mind!" Dot. Dot. Dot. No answer. Maybe he somehow didn't hear you?

"Michael hello?" "Mic-"

You suddenly heard a loud slap noise and in a flash you were on the ground holding your cheek, it happened so fast it took a hot second for your body to realise you were slapped and then your cheek started burning and stinging so quickly and painfully you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming but tears were already forming in your eye and one of them already fell, not from the pain no, but from how hurt, humiliated and stupid you felt from thinking that you could've actually been friends with Michael. So now there was a burning aching feeling in both your cheek and your chest.

But you were hopeful, and you hoped so hopelessly that it wasn't Michael who slapped you but some random guard or some random patient and so you slowly looked up but as you already knew deep inside your heart, it was Michael. with his hand still semi in the air breathing heavily.

Guards who were nearby heard the sudden loud noise and came rushing.

"Ay you freak! What did you do?!" The mean guard asked.

"Don't call him that. Michael, what happened? What did you do?" The nice guard said calmly.

"God, there you go again, talking to the beast as if he's human, I mean- look at this thing!"

"That's not the problem right now, take Y/N to the infirmary, I'll take care of him." The nice guard said.

"Whatever" The mean guard rolled his eyes and took you not-so-nicely-and-gently to the infirmary.

The nurse there studied and inspected your face and mouth for a moment before saying "there's going to be a bit of a bruising, fortunately there's no serious damage to the inside of your mouth or your face." And then proceeded to hand you an ice pack, you took it tiredly and grumpily from all the mental fighting earlier, you walked so sadly with the aching feeling in your chest still lingering.

Michael now in his room had realised what he had done and he doesn't know what to do. He swears he didn't mean to do that! He didn't mean to hurt you! Can you forgive him? And his chest is the one now burning majorly and is feeling guilty, Wait what? Why is he thinking like this? What have you done to him! But then again, if he feels like this whenever he hurts you... Then this will be the first and last time he's ever gonna hurt you again.

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It was next day and everyone was in the cafeteria, he wouldn't have seen you if it weren't for you laughing with someone else near the benches, it hurt him and he doesn't know why, he was quite used to you chatting with him all day at the cafeteria while he ate the disgustingly bland food. It made him feel... Miserable. And he couldn't stand it, maybe you didn't see him? So he quietly stood up and kinda just stood where you were and huffed loudly as to catch your attention. You and your friend stopped talking and looked up at him. He expected you to smile and start talking to him but he didn't expect you to look down and grab your friend's hand and move far away from him.

He felt as if his heart was going to shatter like a porcelain cup being dropped. He kinda just stood there and sat down, and started kinda eating his food but he stopped since it tasted even more disgusting and bland than usual. Lunch time was over and Michael was waiting for you in the halls and when he saw you start walking in his direction he hoped you would start talking to him or apologize for ignoring him during lunch but nothing. You walked straight passed him even looking a bit on edge and nervous when you did and he couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he made you scared of him was hurting his heart so painfully. So he-

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Yes a cliff hanger since since I thought this was getting a bit too long and boring, also tell if there are any mistakes here or if things are escalating too quickly. the next part will be out tomorrow maybe or a few days later, bye!

[magpiefrankie]

fnaf movie spoilers below I just wanna get my thoughts out this isn't well written I'm just excited and need an outlet!

so I've seen people say it was bad? I don't think it was bad at all. I think from a technical viewpoint there were things that could have been better but as a fan it was wonderful. Absolutely made for the fans. It wasn't really a horror movie. I was expecting a lot more horror. There weren't really many jumpscares? And it was mostly the balloon boy doll. I still thought that was funny.

I loved the opening sequence with Spingbonnie leading the kids away! He looked a little goofy at points but that's okay I liked it.

I don't know if I'm remembering wrong but the moment we heard Mike's alarm clock I thought 'that's the alarm clock from fnaf 4'. Knowing that 'Steve Raglan' is of course William made his scenes all the more funny because man we know you're talking about yourself. I really wasn't sure if they were going to reveal that Mike was Michael Afton and Abby was Elizabeth or something and they obviously avoided saying his last name to tease us about it. The Vanessa plot twist completely took me by surprise. Obviously we could see she was involved more than she was letting on but I really wasn't expecting her to be Williams daughter. Nice plot twist for fans, subverting the expectations of Mike being an Afton and calling her Vanessa to confuse us and everything. I liked the changes they made to it because you're gonna have to change stuff when it's a standalone film.

The animatronics looked incredible! Other than Foxys kinda janky scenes because he couldn't be operated like the others, their movements were really good and believable. I loved their personalities being able to come out with Abby! That scene was so cute.

Springbonnie looked amazing. I'd say that suit looked the best of all! Very menacing, I love how Mathew Lillard played William. I can't wait to see those scenes again because he was very good. I'm so happy we got the springlock scene! I like how he didn't really scream because they say how it would puncture your vocal chords and you wouldn't be able to.

The living tombstone playing was just the cherry on top. My sister was the victim of my excited flailing on more than one occasion but that was probably the worst. (I actually gasped and clapped my hands together when Springbonnie appeared-) In my mother's words, when I told her about the alarm clock, 'God frankie you're sad' lmao.

OH YEAH and I waited till the end and was happy to hear the come find me noises.

Fun fact I managed to miss the matpat cameo because I went to the bathroom. I asked my sister if I missed anything and she said no. Lmao.

My grandfathers clock playing in the credits threw me off haha.

[raziraphale]

I've learned not to trust my memory, so I wanted to make a note for myself of some things I enjoyed from the Neptune production of RAGAD before it all leaks out my ears. It's mostly for me but thought I'd post it here in case it's interesting to anyone else.

Note for people that aren't me: this is the only production of RAGAD I've seen live. I've seen the movie and the 2017 NTL recording as of writing this, for reference. So, forgive me if I gush about elements/choices that are common to RAGAD productions and not unique to this one lol. Also I was an English major but not a theatre guy outside some Shakespeare, so also bear with me if I'm lacking some specific terms.

Performances:

I feel like this almost goes without saying but Boyd and Monaghan are excellent as Guildenstern and Rosencrantz. Their chemistry is great. There was an excellent rhythm to their dialogue together that was really fast-paced without feeling artificial (imo there is a certain point where performers talk so fast it can only feel fake. They were all believable enthusiam).

I particularly liked Monaghan's Rosencrantz! like there was just something so earnest about him. He had this character tic of chewing on his finger most of the time out of anxiety or inattention and that stuck out for me for some reason. It was endearing. Also the line "I wanted to make you happy" made the whole theatre let out a wounded animal noise.

Also Boyd's Guildenstern really did a good job of projecting an aura of "person trying really hard to appear in control but may also snap any moment". Control freak recognizing control freak o7

The Player (Michael Blake) was amazing. He had such huge stage presence that you really believed the character was a seasoned performer. I fully believe this man could successfully sell me snake oil with the power of his presence alone.

Personal note but I was jazzed to see Drew Douris-O'Hara as Alfred. I'm not a regular Neptune patron so I don't know how often he appears in their productions, but I have seen many a Shakespeare By The Sea show in my time so he's a very familiar face. Always a really fun presence.

I also feel like I have to mention Ophelia (Helen Belay) even though she obviously doesn't get much to do here. The actress really sold every small appearance though like my heart broke a little every time I saw her in anticipation for her off-stage fate. Less important but have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying?

Costumes:

I really liked Ros and Guil's tattered suits. They looked like they were dragged behind a horse. These are the clothes of two guys that have been trapped in a play for like 50 years, truly.

They also had an inverted colour scheme (Ros had a blue suit with a green waistcoat, Guil had a green suit with blue waistcoat) that really emphasized the two-sides-of-the-same-coin/ yin & yang vibe. Also the colours weren't really shared by the rest of the cast much (they tended to be a bit more muted) so it made them stand out as separate from the rest of what was happening.

Also personal note but I was enchanted by Monaghan's slightly stupid-looking grown-out fauxhawk. He basically had a lesbian mullet haircut. That combined with his single dangly earring was a Look.

The Player's coat was gorgeous. It felt grand but also appropriately dated/worn. It wasn't fully a feather jacket, but it had a smattering of large feathers that got more dense as it went down. It kind of reminded me of a vulture, honestly, which I think is fitting, with him being an opportunist that loves some corpses.

Script:

Misc. Stage Stuff:

Unless I'm really mistaken, I think they cut/modified the few lines with some outdated racial terms (I have two specifically in mind, referring to Chinese and Inuit people). So unless I just somehow missed hearing those, that's nice.

Just a note to say that the line about who the English King is will depend on when they get to England got a huge laugh. Thank you to King Charles' cancer for making everything funnier

The lighting !!! It really did a lot to separate the scenes from Hamlet from the rest of it. The stage was dark for most of it, with cool lighting (like a blue darkness). For the Hamlet portions, though, the lights were suddenly bright and warm yellow. That combined with the differences in the performances gave a strong impression that the curtain had just suddenly risen on a more traditional production of Hamlet right in the middle of Ros and Guil just doing whatever.

I really liked how they used the two risers on wheels they had (not sure if that's the right word -- they were those three-tiered platforms I remember from doing choir in school. Kind of like bleachers). They looked like they belonged on an empty stage and also gave the actors something interesting to climb on. They were able to reposition them pretty easily with the wheels, which really worked for the portions on the boat tbh. They just pushed them together so that the lower tiers touched to create a half-pipe-shaped skeletal "boat". They could climb "above deck", or even go below while still being fully visible from whatever angle. The whole thing was spun around a lot during the pirate attack, which was fun.

The risers also separated the stage really well in the first two acts. For most of it, there was one on the left side facing the audience, for characters to sit on, and one on the right facing backwards and partially obscured by the curtain they had covering that side of the stage. The curtain was backlit, so you could see the silhouettes of anything behind it. At some points, you could actually see shadows of events in Hamlet happening in the background while Ros and Guil were doing their thing in the foreground. Unfortunately I didn't get the best look at them, bc I was sitting at far right of my row, so the far right of the stage was partially out of my sight line. Still a really cool effect!

They did turn the risers fully around to face the back during the players' performance of The Murder of Gonzago, with the curtain pulled across. You saw the shadow of the king standing up and storming out.

For the final scene, they did the expected thing, where Ros and Guil are alone in the dark, illuminated by a single narrow spotlight each. The spotlight goes out when each of them die and they disappear from view. The detail that made me insane though is that each time a spotlight went out, they played the sound of a flipped coin hitting the stage and the audience was so quiet it felt like a gunshot both times.

After all the deaths they had Rosencrantz and Guildenstern start from the opening scene again tossing coins for a bit before the final curtain. They did not escape the narrative 😔

Will add more if anything else comes to mind?

[lene-loki]

Overdose

Warnings: Drug abuse, drug overdose, mentions of death, swearing, angst, spoiler for Kin Season 1

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Female!Reader

Words: 2,390

Summary: After robbing Eamonn Cunningham's stash, the Kinsella's celebrate their success with drugs and alcohol - until (Y/N) overdoses on cocaine and the happy vibe immediately disappears.

"Let's make a toast!" Eric yelled enthusiastically after hours of heavy drinking. "We already passed that point." Said Jimmy slightly laughing.

"Yeah, but with the alcohol. Now we've gotta toast with the drugs!"

"Idiot." Nikki said smiling about her boyfriend who had obviously been very drunk.

"Fuck you two." Eric said before he turned to you. "You'll toast with me, (Y/N), right?" He babbled while you let out a nervous chuckle.

You absolutely hated being put on the spot and could already feel your cheeks redden from embarassment.

When your close friend Nikita invited you to a party earlier you didn't quite expect whatever was happening here.

You knew that Nikki's boyfriend had a criminal record but not that his entire family was criminial and celebrating a robbery. You shook nervously. The fear of getting murdered by one of the family members didn't leave your mind for the entire night. It didn't make it any better that you were the only one who didn't drank a single drop of alcohol - well, except for Michael who also seemed to avoid it.

Speaking of the devil, Michael just returned from the kitchen, sitting down on the sofa beside you.

You definitely felt the most comfortable with him out of the entire Kinsella family. He seemed nice altough he's been really quiet the entire time.

Eric ended up toasting to himself with some nonsense before preparing a tablet with lines of cocaine on the surface of the silver. Your eyes widened, desperately searching for eye contact with Nikki.

What did she drag you to?

"A-Are." You swallowed hard. "Are those drugs?" You could hear your voice break. "I thought you were joking." You admitted, now more scared than ever while everyone around you started laughing hysterically about your naivity.

"That's cute how clueless you are." Eric commented and you felt really insulted, humiliated even.

You weren't some dumb, little girl without a clue about the world. It simply made you uncomfortable to be around such illegal actions.

Why was Nikki so invested in all of this stuff?

"(Y/N) you're our guest of honor, you can go first." Eric said while holding out the tablet in front of you.

Michael seemed to sense your discomfort as he immediately moved the tablet away from your face - earning an annoyed look from Eric.

"I don't think that she wants to do that." He simply said but left an intimidating vibe around him, making Eric swallow.

It stayed awfully quiet after Michael's words and the uncomfortable silence became too much for you to bear.

You excused yourself from the table and went outside on the patio to catch some fresh air, still shaking in fear.

After a few minutes you returned. You still felt a bit shaky but calmed down enough to face the family again.

Michael wasn't sitting on the sofa anymore - leaving you alone to deal with Eric. He indeed wasted no time in persuading you again to try the cocaine served on the silver platter.

All eyes on you, you began hysterically shaking again. You knew you should have stood up for yourself but you were too shy to decline his offer even though you really wanted to say no.

Under all the pressure you finally gave in. Eric along with Nikki and the rest of the family cheered as you nervously accepted the platter, unsure of what to do.

Nikki demonstrated it once to you after taking the empty seat beside you. Still being clueless about it and scared as hell you did the same as Nikki. Pressing one shaking finger to your right nasal cavity to block it. You used the left side to inhale the entire line of cocaine through a curled up bank note. You almost coughed from the uncomfortable feeling in your nose.

They clapped and cheered around you. You smiled insecurely. Although you satisfied their wish you didn't feel fullfilled, because you gave into the peer pressure.

Immediately after putting the tablet away you excused yourself again. In the hallway in front of the bathroom, you encountered Michael.

He looked tired but nevertheless showed you a kind smile. He also noticed you being even more nervous than before.

"Is everything alright? You know, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to." He said sympathetically.

"I-I know." You started fidgeting with your hands.

Michael gave you an encouraging pat on your shoulder and if your heart didn't race before, your pulse was now faster than the speed of light.

Maybe it was the drugs.

But you felt extremely attracted to Michael.

Either you hallucinated his touch on your arm and the longing stare he gave you or the cocaine opened your eyes to what has been there the entire night. Could that be?

Could Michael really be interested in you?

You shook that thought right off. That was ridicoulous.

He lingered in his position with his hand on your arm, not moving an inch as if he waited for something.

"Uhm..." You cleared your throat but before you could say anything else, your mind got so dizzy to the point where you couldn't think of anything anymore.

"Bathroom." Was the only word you got out of your mouth just like that.

He nooded understandingly, smiling again.

You didn't even know him and he wasn't really much of a talker but still you felt a connection to him as if you two have been knowing each other for decades.

After returning from the bathroom you felt the complete intensity of the cocaine kicking in. Your adrenaline jumped through the roof and you seemed to be unable to keep your legs from moving around. You just couldn't sit still.

To Nikki's joy you came out of your shell.

And the best part was that everyone around you was intoxicated to the point of being totally carefree. You danced wildly with Nikki and Eric to some eighties tunes while sipping on a drink that Jimmy had made you.

You were painfully excited about everything. Even about Jimmy's snake as you followed him and Michael downstairs.

Michael wasn't stupid.

He knew that something was off with you. Just an hour earlier you were a shaking, nervous mess and now you were the definition of the life of the party - totally letting loose.

When you felt the effect slowly starting to disappear, you looked for the silver platter for more of that magical white snow. Somehow you made sure that Michael didn't see it. You didn't know why but you didn't wanted him to be disappointed in you that you gave in to the pressure from Eric.

But you couldn't stop doing it now as well.

It was like a higher force was dragging you to the tablet and you started to become addicted to the person you are when you're under the influence of the drug. You didn't wanted the fun to stop so you took another line without anyone witnessing. It made you braver. And you wanted the effect for a little while longer, so you took another line - not thinking about the risks even once.

After you had inhaled every last crumb of that fine as dust white powder, you suddenly got the feeling of choking and you seemed to be unable to keep breathing through your nose. You made a choking sound - gaining everyone's attention. Just as Michael walked in, you could feel a wetness dripping from your nose. Even without looking at it you knew that it was blood. You could smell the coppery scent dripping out of your nose.

"(Y/N)!" Michael yelled startled at the look of your pale form, with cocaine sticking to your upper lip since you didn't use a Dollar note this time and just inhaled it straight up from the surface and of course your nosebleed. He reached you just in time as your surroundings started to fade into darkness. Michael caught your unconscious body and could watch inch for inch how the blood left your body and you became as white as a sheet in his arms.

The music immediately stopped, everyone was shocked about what was happening. "CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Michael screamed angrily at his family members as they just continued to stare. Jimmy was the first who shook out of his rigidity and grabbed his phone, dialing the emergency number as fast as his shaking fingers allowed. Michael carefully put you on the sofa, ignoring his own overwhelming feel of shock so he could take care of you. After he watched your lifeless body for a little moment longer, hoping your chest would rise in breaths even if they were almost nonexistent. He needed something. A tiny sign that your heart was still beating. But then he lost it.

Furiously he grabbed Eric by the collar who was still frozen in shock. "I told you that she didn't want to do drugs." He growled. "And you little son of a bitch just pushed her into it." Eric was intimidated by his cousin and swallowed nervously. "Michael, please." Frank sighed. "So what, that kid can't properly tolerate cocaine like the rest of us. That's not Eric's fault." Frank said nonchalantly, which only put fuel to Michael's fire. He let go of his cousin and now approached his uncle.

"If she dies, her blood is on Eric's hands." He said, deeply annoyed by Frank's careless attitude about the girl.

Michael did care about that girl.

And he knew from the moment she stepped into the house that she didn't belong in that circle of people. She was way too shy and sweet. She deserved better company than the Kinsella family. And she definitely didn't deserve to die because of a bad decision she made. Shortly after Jimmy announced that the paramedics would be here soon, they hurried to hide the drugs and any indication of something illegal happening. Nikki came back from the bathroom - oblivious to what happened to her friend. But then she looked between Frank and Michael how tense their both were and how raging Michael was. Then her gaze fell onto your lifeless form on the sofa. She gasped in shock, hurrying over to your side. "What happened?" She sobbed over her friend. Regret washed over her. She knew that this party wasn't for you and still she dragged you along. Michael didn't help her with feeling guilty. "What do you think happened?! You should have supported (Y/N)'s decision instead of pushing her with Eric to do cocaine."

Finally the ambulance arrived and Michael watched you getting transported into the vehicle. His heart cramped in pain. The rest of his family didn't care what would happen to you, but Michael did and Michael didn't wanted you to be alone in hospital, so he left alongside Nikki to be there for you.

Your condition had been dangerously critical but nonetheless the Doctor's were optimistic about you. Of course they knew what caused your health issue but they weren't there to judge rather than to save your life.

After three long hours of waiting, unsure about your medical state, the Doctor finally proclaimed that you would make it and that you were in a stable condition given the fact that your heart at one point had stopped beating for almost an entire minute. As well Michael as Nikki were extremely relieved with the news.

Michael stayed in the hospital until you woke up to show you that he'd been there and you weren't with your health problems all alone. He knew himself how it felt to be all alone in this world and to be rejected. He didn't wanted you feel the same about the Kinsella's - well, at least not about him. Although you felt like you just jumped from the deaths shovel, you couldn't surpress the happiness you felt when you saw Michael's glossy eyes - from concern and tiredness. You felt touched that he was there although a part of you was ashamed of yourself. Since you took the drug although he knew you didn't wanted to.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, your voice hoarse. "Don't be." He said softly, while taking a seat beside your hospital bed. His smile was enough to light a firework inside of your heart and you were reminded that you truly were alive. "Nikki went to get something to eat from the cafeteria." He said to let you know that your friend was there as well. You nodded.

You needed to say something. You couldn't keep on biting on your tongue. "I'm sorry. Really." He wanted to tell you again that it was alright but you stopped him. "No, I did the opposite of what I wanted. Of what I said I wanted. But you defended me and I still did it behind your back." Feeling emotional from your trauma of almost dying, you sniffed. "I don't want you to think that I didn't care about what you said. Because I do." You whispered. Haven't you been on medication you would have found this situation ridiculous. Michael was a total stranger, yet you felt the need to share your soul with him.

"Everyone makes mistakes. I won't judge you because of this one. I'm just glad you're awake." He said, reaching out to grab your hand. Reassuringly, he rubbed small circles with his thumb on the skin of your hand. You smiled at the touch.

But still you had a question lingering on the tip of your tongue. "How come, you are here?" Your cheeks reddened, insecurely lowering your gaze onto your hand which was still engulfed in Michael's big one. "Because I worried about you." He admitted sincerely, making your heart jump. "Really?" You asked shyly, not being used to being cared about. He showed you his heartwarming smile again and that was enough answer for you. You smiled back at him, hoping your smile would show him all the words you were too shy to say aloud. He gave your hand a loving squeeze.

It was after Michael left the room that Nikki grinned at you knowingly. "Do you want Michael's number?"

You blushed, but then nodded laughing in which she chimed in. "I'll get it for you, hun." She promised, letting you linger in the beautiful feeling of falling in love.

[liquid-beepers]

Michael Myers x NB!reader part 1

(Warning! Death, readers' date being weird, and Michael being Michael. This takes place in the 70s, where the story all started. Reader is 18+. Thank you, max, for reading and requesting. )

It was a nice cold day in October, the leaves were crunching under your feet as you walked home from your friends house. You were excited for the upcoming fall dance your school hosted every year, you actually had a date this year!

You hadn’t decided on what to wear though, it was hard to choose between a suit and a dress. If you had the choice you would go in your PJ’s. 

As you walked, you thought about the recent cases that were reported. The kills were gruesome; and how you knew about this? You didn’t know. Rumors spread like wildfire around Haddonfield, especially when there’s a murder. Something like that hadn’t happened in years, since that Myers kid killed his sister. 

You sighed and opened the door to your house, your parents were away on a 3 week business trip so the house was all yours. It was nice, you could do basically anything you wanted. 

You sluggishly walked up to your room and dropped your backpack full of books onto the floor and flopped on your bed, you were glad this year was your last. Being a senior kind of sucks.

You jolted up from your nap to hear the phone ringing, you ran downstairs and answered it.

“Hello?” you waited for an answer, but only breathing came through. “Hello?! Can you hear me!” You shouted, but once again there was no answer. You hung up and sat on the couch.

Soon you heard a knock at your door, you groaned and got up to answer it. You opened the door and saw it was your date for the dance this year, Scott. He was a lanky, slightly unattractive guy with messy black hair. You didn’t know Scott well, but Laurie said he was okay.

“So, um, may I come in?” Scott asked. 

“Oh yeah, sure. I just got up from a nap sorry, I’m kinda out of it.” You said stepping out of the way for him. “What brings you to my house?” you asked.

“Well, we don’t really know each other. I wanted to get to know my date, y’know?” he replied looking around, “Where’s the parents?” he asked.

“Off on a business trip, they’ll be back in a few weeks,” you said walking into the kitchen to grab some drinks, 

You got a cup and poured some water into it and looked out of the kitchen window. You noticed something odd though, there was a man standing in your yard looking back at you. Your face must’ve went pale because Scott went over and asked if you were okay. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

 You pointed out the window to where the man was standing, “See? Right there.”

Scott laughed it off, “I’m sure it’s someone we know joking around, it’s October, everyone is trying to scare each other.” He said while closing the curtains.

You agreed, but it still felt off.  

 It was getting late, you and Scott were watching a scary movie but you were getting tired.

“Hey Scott?” you said while sitting up.

“Yeah?” He said with his eyes still fixated on the movie.

“I think it’s time for you to go home. It’s pretty late.” You stated. 

Scott looked at you with a frown, “Awe, I was having fun.” 

You laughed, uncomfortable with his response. Scott, on the other hand, wasn’t getting up and looked like he had no plan to. You weren’t sure what to do, so you grabbed his hand and led him to the door.

“I’ll see you at school, okay?” You said, obviously wanting him to leave. But, before Scott left, he leaned in for a kiss. You turned your head to the side, “Um, goodbye Scott.”

“Oh come on, not even a little smooch?” He asked, getting closer.

“Goodbye!” You pushed him out of the door and slammed it in his face. You sighed in relief and went up to your room.

You plopped down on your bed and felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, your head hit the pillow and closed your eyes. You couldn’t sleep though, you felt like someone was watching you and you didn’t like it.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, then you heard a scream.

You scrambled down the steps and booked it outside. You looked around from where you were standing, and you saw nothing, though.

You took a deep breath and walked outside, fully exposing yourself to whatever was out there. You looked around the side of your house, but all you saw were the pitch-black, inky October night shadows. You were scared. You felt that you somehow knew that scream. It just felt so familiar.

"Hello," you spoke. Your mouth turned cottony with fear. It felt as if it were trying to prevent you from speaking at all. You shook like a leaf as you walked further into the darkness and called out once more, "Hello? Is anyone out there?"

You waited a moment, and then you heard the same scream as you did earlier. You ran towards the screams of the person. It seemed to be behind your house.

As you reached the back, you heard what sounded like an extra pair of footsteps behind you. Your breath hitched as you saw something in the darkness moving in front of you.

"Who's there!" You called out again.

"I-it's me! Scott- fuck- I'm hurt. Some dude jumped me!" He said, sounding like he was struggling to breathe.

You ran over to him, "Oh my god... Holy shit. Hold on! I'll go get a flashlight." You said back, getting up and running to the shed. You opened it and fumbled around, looking for a flashlight. Soon, you finally found one.

As soon as you had light, you ran over to where Scott was and saw a looming figure there with him, too.

From the looks of it, Scott saw him too.

"SHIT! [---] RUN!" Scott shouted. The figure held up a knife, walked over to Scott, and stabbed him until there was no movement from him anymore.

You were so stunned you couldn't move. You were terrified. You felt like you were in the middle of some slasher movie.

Your thoughts were suddenly snatched away from you as you saw the man walking towards you.

You tried to run, but the man already had gained in you. It was too late. Your body was hoisted up on the man's shoulder so quickly that you couldn't process it at first.

Once he started walking with you, you started moving again. You punched, kicked,and scratched. Nothing bothered him, though.

"Let me go, please..." You started to sob out. But you felt the presence of pain on the back of your head as you promptly passed out.

[To be continued?]

[texshire-books]

An Excerpt from The Professor

A romantic story of hot lesbian sex by Anietta Strong

Penny

I’m standing in the corner, or one of several, I am naked and looking over I can see Lucy in another corner. As we were instructed, before being sent upstairs to prepare, we both have our hands on our head. My legs are parted too. I’m very nervous, this is way outside my comfort zone despite my brazen comments. At least I know it’s an act. Until very recently when I invited Michael back to stay the night, any romantic involvement was unheard of. Now I’ve ventured into new territory, testing something I’ve always wondered about myself. Did I like people of my own sex in a sexual way? I’d seen the cut down shorts in a charity shop, at 50p buying them wasn’t likely to break the bank but their effect when I’d worn them tonight had been electric. I’d never been quite sure when Miriam had moved in. The cottage next to mine had remained empty for years and I’d watched it slowly deteriorate. I couldn’t believe it when it suddenly went up for sale and was bought swiftly. Miriam didn’t look the type, but I could see she was unhappy, frequently deep in thought. I used to walk a lot at night, being out amongst the stars. I frequently passed close to her house after she’d moved in and I could hear her crying. She had obviously lost someone special and I so wished I could have comforted her.

I got to know her and I soon realised she had dropped out of society. She didn’t talk much about her past although she did mention she used to teach modern history at a London university. She mentioned her intention to start a small holding, try her hand at niche products such as cheeses made from sheep and goat’s milk. She even considered getting a small herd of buffalo, to make mozzarella, bocconcini, ricotta, feta, and halloumi cheeses. I soon talked her out of that! A few milking cows were a handful, but buffalo! She wasn’t bothered about getting her hands dirty either, she helped with milking and it was then I gradually started to have other feelings too. The main of which was was one of dependency. Then came the book. Michael had stayed over and was cooking breakfast, she arrived flushed and excited – her book had been accepted for publication. Our worlds changed from that day onward and it had culminated in me kissing her. Why? I didn’t know why or what to expect, but my actions this morning had brought me back later when her car pulled up. I wore a short tight-fitting dress and nothing else whatsoever underneath and now, hours later I was standing naked in her bedroom awaiting her attention.

‘That’s what I like to see, a nice plump bottom ready for spanking, except there are two now. How lucky can I get.’ Miriam announced her arrival. A shiver ran down my back. I’d never been spanked. My mother was strict but I never received as much as a slap across my legs. The fact I was naked was a telling factor, I had no doubts as to where that forthcoming spanking was to be directed. I knew Miriam was moving closer. I turned my head to look across at Lucy who was looking back at me. ‘Keep your nose pressed into the corner young lady, don’t look at her. You need to do the same Lucy, you’re in enough trouble as it is!’ I felt both hands cup my cheeks. I knew my bottom was tight and muscular. All those hours of toil had firmed my glutes. ‘I’ve thought about the possibility of this moment arising ever since I saw your rear end for the first time. You were bending over and I’ve taken a keen interest in it ever since. In fact, you knew that didn’t you Penny, I know you have recently put it on display even more haven’t you?’ I had, I’d caught her looking several times and as a result I’d posed in a way to place it in prime position.

‘Yes, Miriam.’ She now prised my cheeks apart and slid several fingers deep between.

‘Clench your cheeks.’ I did and she slid her hand back out.

‘I told Lucy you could crack a walnut between your cheeks. It was clearly an exaggeration but I’m going to compare your cheeks to those of Lucy whose are very cute but lacking in muscle tone. I’ll expect some improvement though, do you hear.’

‘Yes mummy.’ She answered. It seemed an odd reply, one I could understand in a way. Then a hand went between my legs. Untouched by human hand since a child. Now two hands had been there. Michael’s and now, extraordinary that of a woman. It wasn’t the touch of a doctor or gynaecologist either, this was sexual and I knew she was heading to the spot. Her fingers seemed to crawl through and then a finger reached my sensitive place. I shuddered and my knees went weak.

‘You masturbate don’t you? I saw you outside in sun, wind and rain. I never saw anyone else at your house, you rarely went out so I did wonder how you satisfied your sexual needs, a young woman with racing hormones, needing a solution to her arousal. Well?’ My God, this woman didn’t let up!

‘Yes, Miriam I do. In fact, after I kissed you this morning I went back home and I rubbed my spot until I had the ultimate feeling.’ I answered truthfully. I heard a giggle from Lucy. She was laughing at my naivety.

‘You mean you rubbed your clitoris until you climaxed. We all do it Penny including Lucy who will get two extra cane strokes for being hurtful.’

‘Yes mummy, I’m sorry Penny.’

‘Apology accepted.’ I replied. Miriam removed her hand and moved away. I wondered what was now going to happen. I didn’t have to wait long

‘Come here Penny.’ Miriam spoke in her soft but powerful voice. I turned and she was seated on the bed, halfway along it’s length. I moved towards her and stood legs apart before her. My pubes were at her eye level. ‘I sensed you were a redhead at heart. In the sunlight I often saw the colour of spun gold in your hair. It’s more pronounced further down.’ She tugged at my shaggy mound. ‘Do you like pubic hair, I used to but when stray grey hairs appeared I started to shave. Young Lucy shaves, don’t you?’ Miriam asked to which her now standard reply was returned.

‘Yes mummy.’

‘I’ve never considered them. I’ve seen pictures of naked women and their areas were shaven. I assumed it was so more of herself was visible to the person looking?’ I answered.

‘Personally, I prefer the pubic and vaginal area shaven, or certainly trimmed short. Some women have hair running between their cheeks, even part way up their back. Obviously, it’s a choice you have to make, it’s your body. Turn around, part your legs wide and bend over, lets see if this applies to you.’ I was horrified!

‘I can’t, you’d see everything, including my bum hole!’ I bleated. My mother always told me it was a disgusting place and only certain men had any interest in it.’

‘Bum hole? You can call it that in your home Penny, but in my home, you use it’s correct name, anus. It’s your anus and below it is your vagina and yes, you will be exposing both to my gaze, it’s the whole reason for the exercise.’ I felt a shiver run down my spine again, this woman’s voice could cut glass, she sounded too strict for me to consider disobeying her. She aroused me.

‘I realise that Miriam, but even so, it’s something I’ve never even considered. It’s so embarrassing, so humiliating.’ I tried to reason. I glanced across at Lucy who looked sympathetic. I realised she’d been here too.

‘I did say downstairs, that staying and playing with the grown ups would be that step up. You don’t have to do anything you don’t like.  Lucy, and I make complete love, no holds barred, nothing is off the table. We both have the same red lines, that of safety and human values. But ours is always consensual. If you feel you cannot do this, then it’s best you get dressed and go home.’ There it was, an ultimatum. I’d come this far and I’d been sexually aroused to levels unheard of with Michael. I knew I had to stay. I turned around parted my legs still further and bent over until my fingers touched the carpet. I felt my sticky buttocks part and cold air invaded what was then exposed to her. ‘There, that wasn’t too bad, was it?’ It was too late to argue. Everything was gaping, so nothing was now left to the imagination. Then horror. ‘Lucy, would you like to come and assist me. I can’t see very well where I’m looking with her tangle of distinctive red hair so I feel I need a second opinion.’ I went to argue but decided I’d only get the same response and I’d find myself alone in bed with no certainty Michael would be round later. I sensed movement and then I saw a pair of bare feet had arrived. Lucy’s body now pressed against my back, so there was no chance I could stop them now. I felt hands grasp each cheek and pull then open so wide I felt I might split.

‘No Miriam, I agree, Penny is clear of hair, or between her cheeks anyway, I can’t say the same for her vagina though.’ I felt a finger touch my anus, it was a strange word, new to me, but one I imagined I’d have to adopt now. Then a shock, hot lips pressed down and what I assumed to be a flicking pointed tongue was working its way around that area before it came to rest at its centre.

‘Oh my God, don’t stop, that feels so nice.’ I murmured with a trembling voice.

‘I think Penny is lesbian don’t you Lucy?’ I heard Miriam’s voice and her hot breath invading me as she spoke.

‘I do, would you like me to come over and shave you?’ Lucy then asked. I wondered if Miriam might object. There was none and all the action between my cheeks was rhythmic licking

‘I’ve never considered it but yes, if you don’t mind. Tomorrow?’ I suggested.

‘I’ll have to ask mummy if I can come out to play though.’ I couldn’t believe what I’d got myself into but I wasn’t complaining.

‘Yes, so long as you don’t stay too long. You get overtired and irritable.’ Well, I’d just heard the green light given. Then the mood changed and Miriam pulled away. My anus now felt cold as its wetness was exposed to the air. ‘Would you be so kind as to help Penny into the wheelbarrow position for her spanking.’ Lucy moved away and I stood up. Next, I was told to get on my knees and Lucy helped me climb up to straddle Miriam’s waist as she sat on the bed. A soft pillow was tossed down to rest my head upon. I was exposed once again but now in a position I understood from its description. ‘I’m now going to smack your bottom. I must admit I’ve looked forward to this moment.’ Miriam announced. I’d never been as much as slapped, I felt nothing but trepidation. ‘Are you ready?’ She asked. I didn’t feel I’d ever be ready, but I didn’t know what else to say.

‘Yes Miriam.’ I felt Miriam’s warm hand pat my cheeks then it was raised and brought down firmly.

SMACK!

‘Owww!’ I squealed. It stung. The blows continued. Smack after smack rained down on both cheeks and then round my flanks. I started to cry, then scream. It was relentless. Then it stopped and the same hand that had hurt so much was rubbing me, straying between my legs and seeking out my spot I now knew was my clitoris. Another pair of hands arrived and I felt cream being squeezed from a tube and rubbed into my burning cheeks. The pain had gone and now replaced by something much nicer. Miriam’s finger went to work on me and I started to get a very familiar feeling, but one which was building into something far greater than I’d ever experienced. The rubbing increased in intensity and another finger was on my anus. Between the two I felt unimaginable pleasure and it had reached a stage where there was to be no return. I breathed in deeply and let out a shattering roar as my climax took me over the cliff.

I’m downstairs now, we decided to have a break. We all sat around the kitchen table in matching towelling robes, mine a spare, but Miriam suggested getting our respective initials placed on each, as she anticipated we’d all three meet quite often.

‘I don’t do jealousy and if we all stick to that rule we will get along. I don’t think you’ll ever be in doubt you are lesbian do you Penny?’ Miriam asked. It was a question I didn’t answer before my mobile phone pinged to say I’d had a text message. I read it and placed the phone down dismissively. ‘I bet he’s cancelled?’ Miriam asked.

‘That obvious, was it?’ I replied.

‘I suspect you had your doubts all along.’ Lucy added.

‘I know, but it still hurts. So, what do I do now, I can’t muscle into your relationship, much as I’d like to. I can’t lock myself away like Miss Havisham in Dickens’s Great Expectations can I!’ I replied, irritated.

‘When I moved here, obviously heartbroken, I left it a few weeks and I started checking on Fetlife and there was to my surprise a kink group for lesbian women in the area. It has 50 members. I don’t think a vanilla relationship will cut it for you, so I suggest you check them out. I’ll give you the contact details. Our bed upstairs is plenty big enough for four, so, if you strike gold and find a nice girl of similar age to yourself, certainly not my age, then bring her along. She’ll need to have a cute arse though!’

‘That is news to me, but it just proves what a sheltered life I’ve led until now.’ I replied.

‘I bet you’ve never cum like that in your life!’ Miriam suggested.

‘Are you kidding! At one stage when I was midway through my climax, I thought my insides were dropping out’ I realised now, what made me take off into orbit was when Lucy had leaned down between my parted cheeks and licked me too. That, together with what Miriam was doing took me onto a new level and while Michael’s cock was very nice, what these two women were doing between them while I was trapped had given me pleasure in a way he couldn’t achieve if he tried between now and kingdom come. I was hooked line and sinker!

‘How’s your bottom?’ Miriam asked.

‘Warm!’ I replied.

‘Good, that is how it should be.’ She then asked me a question. ‘What are your plans now Michael isn’t coming, only I have plans for Lucy and I feel you shouldn’t be present.’ I felt a little like I was being dismissed.

‘I have things I can do, plus I have to be up just after five for milking, can I be nosy and ask what those plans are?’ Miriam looked at Lucy who looked back sheepishly.

‘Lucy and I have some issues to deal with which involves corporal punishment. I’m not sure you should be present, but that depends on you and whether Lucy minds you being here. It’s going to get very personal and very emotional.’ I was aware she’d mentioned caning Lucy, but I wasn’t totally sure she meant it. I wondered about the wisdom of remaining, I would feel like a voyeur or at least an intruder into something very private.

‘I’d like her to stay.’ Lucy announced. ‘She can comfort me.’ I was more than shocked. I was totally amazed.

‘I prefer you didn’t, do you mind? We can catchup tomorrow, besides Lucy has a little task to perform.’ I’d forgotten the shaving. I wondered about the wisdom of doing that. I loved my little red bush. I sensed tension in the room, possibly one borne out of fear. I didn’t know what was going to happen but I sensed there was a score to settle. I didn’t want to sit in the middle of something only two out of our trio could resolve so I got up, made my excuses, and went upstairs to dress.

[toomanylegos]

Back at it again with another post about my journey through/thoughts on The Magnus Archives! This time, I'm tackling Season 2 of the horrifying podcast : )

Also, a small warning, this post is much more wordy than the last Magnus Archives review. I felt like sharing a lot of my little experiences this time and I didn't know how to shave the writing down 😅 So, yeah, it's gonna be a read.

Without further ado, I present...

My Journey Through Season 2 of The Magnus Archives!

!!!MAJOR Spoilers for MAG S2 Ahead!!!

So, I gotta admit, it was really hard to get back on the MAG train because I just needed a break after S1. That and school picked up for me again, so my free time got eradicated. The thing that got me hopping back onto the train was Eggo, my other lovely friends, and my bad habit of accidentally spoiling myself 😅

I roleplay with Eggo frequently and we like to use MAG characters in our roleplays. I like having a full visual of what a character looks like, so I obviously looked up some fanart to see how other people have drawn the MAG characters which, uh, gave me many questions and even more encouragement.

On top of that, my other friends were zooming through Magnus Archives like nothing and I certainly didn't want to be left in the dust! Not to mention that Eggo kept dropping little hints about future events without spoiling too much; even warned me about how Jon will get "very paranoid and turn into a bit of an ass in Season 2."

Damn you Eggo you magnificent bastard-

Anyway, I continued the second part of my auditory journey on March 27th and finished it on April 12th; I decided to take notes on each episode as I listened to help keep my thoughts together. Notes which I then polished up and am now going to share since I thought it'd be funny to expose my mostly unfiltered thoughts about this lovely series :D

My Silly Notes~

Ep. 41

Damn Jon sounds tired already I just want to give him a hug

Oh no, the paranoia arc has started oh shit-

Ep. 42

Pretty cool story but I'm waiting for the supplemental

NO NOT MARTIN!! JON NO! HE'S JUST AN INNOCENT BEAN!

Ep. 43

Man, even the police is pulling cover ups. Makes sense though.

Oh shit he got access to Gertrude's tapes oh shit!

Ep. 44

Oop- Gertrude recording 👀

Okay apparently body horror is the thing that fucks me up

Patience is a virtue Jon, and I'm worried about how paranoid you're getting. I've seen Marble Hornets I know the writing on these walls

Ep. 45

Ima be honest I spaced out in the middle of this statement, and then came back to right when the guy got all the blood sucked outta him exCUSE ME-

Every time Jon comes on with his frantic voiced supplemental I always sigh heavily

Oh shit Martin caught him-

Jon, my brother in Christ, you're stalking Tim???

Ep. 46

My flight or fight response went off at both the mention of a bookstore and the name Michael. Bro the statement just started-

"It was February when I got the Leitner book." moTHERFUCKER NOT AGAIN-

Figured it was The Vast yikers

Considering Sasha got fucking bodysnatched last season, I think I have a good idea about who's going into the tunnels

Oh shit spiders? The Web?? Funky monkey time???

Ep. 47

Oh, this poor woman. She went through a real House of Leaves situation

Nice hearing Jon say he believes a person's statement out loud

Eggo mentioned something about Micheal and doors and now I know what they meant and I am so down

Whomst??

Oh fuck it's Micheal-

OH. MY. FUCKING. HELL MICHEAL!

I take it back I'm not down-

Ep. 48

"...he felt he should at least let me know that I was marked." "...telling me to remember my mother. To keep her face in my mind." Oh. Oh, this sounds familiar...The Stranger?

I was incredibly wrong, but the statement is still terribly nerve-wracking since I'm not fond of large crowds

Well, at least Michael warned Jon about Sasha albeit vaguely

Oh shit Jon got told on!

Not Elias being on the suspect list. It's gonna get wild

Ep. 49

Butcher shop? Cannibalism?? We doing a cannibalism???

Nope it was way worse

Oh Sasha's computer keeps breaking I wOnDeR wHy-

Tim being the honeypot of the group has me cackling-

Elias being a pothead in college also has me cackling

Ep. 50

Love hearing more about Robert Smirke. I'm genuinely curious about him and his weird architecture

Damn this statement has me at the edge of my seat! Jonny Sims truly has a gift for storytelling dear goodness

Oh Tim! It's nice to hear his voice again : )

Tim completely misunderstanding why the policewoman keeps coming around to see Jon made me laugh into my pillow

Oh my Lord I'm sobbing Tim my beloved-

Ep. 51

Ding ding ding! Another name drop: Simon Fairchild! Last time I heard that name a guy got eaten by the DAMN SKY

Oh shit that means this is gonna involve The Vast fuck-

It seems Jon has caught Sasha staring at the table and got a recording of them chatting about it. Very glad about that

Ep. 52

Damn! Another name drop: Robert Montauk! I'm super interested in this statement

Oooh! Jon's getting another Gertrude tape let's go!

"No, the hot one" lol I'm crying

And the awkward explanation y'all I'm dead-

The lights are blowing and the water is bad I am seeing patterns

Thank you nightlight for turning off right when the statement mentioned the completely dark ass room; very appropriate

Another name drop: Maxwell Rayner. I don't remember where I've heard it before though...

Jon just sounds so tired. Please rest my dude

Ep. 53

Woo-hoo! Another statement with Gertrude! And it's both direct from subject and recorded on my birthday :D

Oh this one is rough

Ep. 54 to Ep. 68

Notes have been lost due to failure to save my draft before closing out Tumblr (I'm on mobile)

Ep. 69

Oh Martin, Jon... 😢

Jon why in the hell would you think it's a good idea to go alone oh my god sir

Ep. 70

The statement just started and I'm already being mildly jerked around by the dark humor

This journal is giving a particular energy

...well shit, rest in peace Christopher...

Yup this has gotta be another damn Leitner

Oop- I stand both corrected and disturbed

Ep. 71

New fear unlocked: Subway trains

Annnnnd we're back on the body horror hnnnnngh

This is the most straightforward statement I've ever heard damn

There's someone living in the tunnels, but at least Jon decided to stop going down there 😂

Ep. 72

Revisiting Maxwell Rayner the cult leader let's go!!

👀 🍿

And we back on the cannibalism ho boy

This statement writer thinks like me and I'm kinda unnerved by it...

"Meat is me" I felt my veins turn cold shit-

Holy. Shit. So many name connections!

Ep. 73

Hell yeah! We getting Basira's account of Maxwell Rayner's arrest!!

Okay, I already don't like the dark; this whole statement is just making my minor fear towards it worse

A cult never dies, Jon. It just sleeps for a while...

Ep. 74

As someone who likes to stay up, this one is...deeply upsetting

I also woke up sick so the description of physical fatigue matched up perfectly with how I felt this morning so that added some eerieness-

"Sleep is for the weak," is something I quote often as a joke. This statement made me shiver at the phrase.

Micheal scares the shit outta me

Welp I knew Not-Sasha was lurking in the tunnels, but who the hell is the other guy???

Ep. 75

Man with a lightening scar...why does that sound familiar...?

Ooooooh I remember now

This just made my fear of heights worse ack I do not like Michael Crew

Oh shit! Officer Basira came through hell yeah!!

Ep. 76

Yoooo the ghost hunting lady is back! Melanie King!

Haunted train you say?? 👀

My jaw is dropping at the first hand account from the guy on this train Holy crap!

It's. Not. Sasha. Jon! Listen. To. Melanie!

Ep. 77

Let's hope this Gertrude tape can help give Jon the push he needs to take care of Not Sasha

Hell yeah!! Thank you Gertrude you just gave Jon some very good information!

A proper name for the creature: The Not-Them. An aspect of The Stranger. So much good information...

I'm sorry, it travels??? Horrifying

Jon, my brother in Christ, please don't do this on your own

Ep. 78

The amount of concern I have for Jon, oh my gosh bro-

Something about this scenario just sets off a primal fear in me

Decker...why does that sound familiar too?

AHHHHHH!!!

And now I know why it was in the damn table

Oh, oh Jon....

Please listen to Jon please please please

Ugh or don't cause he shouldn't be alone I'm so torn-

Jon no nononONONO WRONG MOVE!!!!!

Hello Michael 👋 how's it going

hahaha I'm dying

Ep. 79

...are we really opening with one of Martin's poems right now?

Oop- never mind Tim and Martin are on their way! Haha

This is gonna be bad

Oh Martin, my heart goes out to you-

AH SHIT JUMPSCARE

Tiiiiim you can't leave him bro-

Yeah, you kinda jumped the gun Jonny boy...

Oh shit-

Boys, please stop fighting-

Micheal I swear to everything-

I'm not okay Holy shit

Jon, I love you dude, but shut up you'RE TRYING TO HIDE

I'msotenserightnowmyhandsareshakingholyfuck-

"The house of its enemy with the biggest eyes you've ever seen" oh how telling! I'd be intrigued if I weren't fucking terrified

I can't handle Jon breaking down I'm about to cry oh my god-

WHOMST IS THIS NOW!?!

I feel like I need an oxygen tank cause I can't breath enough holy fuck bro-

Ep. 80

I figured Sasha was dead, but...damn, it still hurts a little cause I liked her.

Leitner? As in the Jurgen Leitner?? Are you fuckING KIDDING ME BRO??!?

At least he's...helpful so far...

Yes, your master, Jon...hehe

At least Leitner is taking responsibility for his actions. Can't hate him for that.

I absolutely adore how everything is tying together in this episode. It feels so neat yet still so mysterious, like I'm getting answers, but not as many or as fast as I would like. I love it!

"...something with too many teeth and limbs like knives" "...ran into a door that shouldn't have been there" 👀

Damn, 20 years?? Goodness, Leitner...

"I-I didn't know Gertrude had assistants." "Of course, three of them. Each meeting an unpleasant end." For the sake of both Jon and his remaining assistants, I pray he's not part of a chain either...

Mr. Leitner you are a well of much-needed information huhuhu~

So that's where Eggo got the ant analogy...

Micheal is named The Distortion and The Spiral. Good to know.

I had a feeling it was Elias- wait Gertrude was going to destroy the archive??

Jon, we don't have time dude

Oh shit oh fuck I have fear-

The Unknowing???

THE WAY I FUCKING JUMPED EXCUSE ME WAHT-

Oh Martin, you sweet bean...

Bro, days??? He's been gone for days???

Oh no....

TL;DR

I firmly believe that the goal of any series should be to improve as they tell their story; The Magnus Archives achieves that goal beautifully. Last season, there was some episodes that I didn't find very entertaining. This season, however, I was enthralled by nearly every episode.

The writing, the reading, the sound design, everything just got better and better!

I felt my blood run cold and chills run up my spine several times throughout this season; I was all in on the mystery of Gertrude's murder; I was nervously biting my nails as Jon slipped further into paranoia and Not-Sasha continued to be more suspicious...

I am beyond excited to move on to Season 3 and, eventually, finish the entire series! I have truly and wholly fallen in love with this series 💚💜

[coyotevallie]

this is my curious anon to you and i'd love to hear about your trans fem Jon hcs bc I love her so very much <33 and i know you do too. (Possibly also your micheal/jon ideas bc them <33)

OOOO UR SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE okay . ill do both because i love them so mcuh >:) okay hello this is like AGES after u originally sent this anon but i like these hcs so im ognna finish em 

TRANSFEM JON

i hc jon as being she/they transfem nonbinary . i think she prefers like 60% fem language 20% masculine 20% neutral ive thought about this a LOT as you can tell

i think she ideally would dress more fancily and femininely than she does but shes just like me fr and is too tired all the time to dress to match her gender presentation all the time so she just sort of slaps shit on from her closet . but sometimes she gets random bursts of energy to do so and will show up s wearing a nice dress and jewelry and some makeup which is close to what her ideal presentation would be and its a pleasant surprise for martin who thinks shes very cute like that

SPEAKING OF WHICH!!!! jonmartin t4t (reality) . martins transmasc nonbinary and theyre girlfriend and boyfriend in a gay relationship love wins . jon helps martin with his t shots and teases him for how he gets nervous about them but then gets like WAY more nervous about her e shots and needs martin to distract her from it to go thru with it . hypocrisy

i think jon Is a chosen name and the fact that it matches with her agab is intentional . her egg cracked while she was dating georgie (also transfem) and she was trying to work out a new name but thought all the traditionally feminine names she was looking at were Too feminine and she would be rambling on to georgie about how theyre all too Feminine they dont Balance properly she wants the gender of a name thats typically masculine clashing with her feminine presentation for the genderfuckery of it all but all of these Feminine names are too Feminine and georgies like . why dont u just look at masculine names . u CAN pick a new name thats the same traditional gender of your deadname . which had never occurred to them before . and blows her MIND . so she picked jonathan because she thought it flowed nicely with her last name and the nickname jon she thought suited her particularly well

tangentially i think georgie was instrumental to them realizing that their complicated relationship to masculinity was actually her being nonbinary . initially because they started finding that she sort of related to the way georgie talked about her Own gender and jon was like . huh . and so they then went down this HUGE rabbithole researching every little detail about being trans and nobnbinary and all the intricacies and looking at every single "are you trans" quiz or article EVER which eventually culminated in this big rambling infodump about the subject late one night and georgies like . ok are u coming out to me right now or trying to explain transgenderism as a cis person to me, a trans person . my response to this whole thing changes drastically depending

also not transgender related but shes arospec bc i am and i sense it in her

JONMICHAEL HCS

i think michael likes to just . hang around the archives sometimes like hell leave little doors open in the archives just to hang out for a little while to listen to jon work . SO THAT HE CAN KEEP TABS ON HER AND TAKE HER DOWN FROM THE INSIDE OBVIOUSLY . jon knows and michael knows she knows and jon knows michael knows jon knows but she never really does anything about it NOT BECAUSE SHE LIKES THE ATTENTION . because ......... uhhh. you have to keep em guessing i guess

i think michael has been in love with jon for AGES like . since season one . but jon takes a lot longer to come around to it but she slowly starts realizing that michael may be a monster but that she sort of likes that monster in a weird way which ALSO helps her come to terms with her own inhumanity

when theyre snuggling and jon struggles to sleep michael will wrap up all around her and snuggle her and do a bunch of melatonin spiral magic to get her nice and sleepy . jon teases him about this because oooo look at the DISTORTION??? helping me engage in HEALTHY BEHAVIORS FOR MY MENTAL WELLBEING???????? and michael gets embarrassed

ALSO !!!!! ITS NOT JUST JONMICHAEL!!!!!!! theyre in a polycule with martin too u already know . michael calls martin his strawberry boy and scares off people who try to fuck with him even though martin is like totally capable of handling himself . martin does not mind this overprotectiveness AT ALL

okay but anyway back to jonmichael because thats what you asked for . i think when jon gets frazzled and stressed michael lets her brush his hair which she finds a really relaxing stim because michaels hair is IMPOSSIBLY soft and long and it doesnt really Knot it just Twists and its mesmerizing to wathc as u go thru it with ur hands . ALTERNATIVELY michael will braid jons hair into impossible designs that make her strands of grey curl in spirals for weeks

[i-like-writing-hi]

Starry Sky From Way Up High

Fandom: 5 Seconds Of Summer

Setting: When they were in Korea at the glass floor

Pairing: Michael and Luke (Friends, not lovers)

Summary: Michael was pretty sure he made a mistake agreeing to go up there. As if it weren't bad enough that he was scared, he also had vertigo and felt dizzy and nauseas when he could see how high he was. Usually Calum helped him out during his anxiety and panic attacks, so it really didn't help that Calum was also not the hugest lover of heights. Luke was happy to step in though, having always been slightly jealous that Michael always went to either Ashton or Calum when he needed something.

The before after and a few in betweens of 5SOS' time on the glass floor, where Luke is the only reason Michael was able to stay up there. THEY DO NOT END UP TOGETHER.

We hadn't even made it onto the elevator yet and I could already tell that both Michael and Calum were regretting this. Mike had gone quiet other than the occasional comment about how he's scared or feels like he's about to go on some ty ride. Calum just seemed stressed in general about it.

"How high is this again?" Michael asked and Ashton double-checked on his phone.

"555 meters, if I googled the right thing," He said, laughing slightly.

"Damn… it feels like I'm about to get on a roller coaster," Michael answered, this is the third time he'd said something like that and I'm pretty sure the people editing are going to cut it out.

"We'll be fine, it's not that bad," Ashton said, busy trying to take pictures of everything on the way. Maybe me and him will be fine, Calum looks like he'd rather be anywhere but about to do this, and Michael looks like he's about to either pass out or puke and isn't sure which.

"More doors?" I commented as we walked through about the fourth door and still weren't at the elevator yet.

"A bit secure for just going up a tower, not that these doors would be good security, only the first one had a lock," Calum responded. The people leading us took us to the actual elevator.

"You four will go up here alone, camera people will be waiting up there for you, you with the red hair? You can be the one filming until we get up there," He said to Ashton, we all had our own little cameras but Ashton is the only one who really uses it unless we're split up and need to record our individual experiences.

"What's this?" Ashton asked as a video on the wall began playing, all the walls turned out to be made of screens, "Oh it's showing the city being built, that's really cool,"

I also thought it was cool and was looking around at it, Calum seemed to think it was nice but didn't like all the sudden turn-like things in the perspective, and Michael didn't like it at all.

"I can't even look at it…" Michael mumbled, looking down at his feet and I saw him go to put his hands over his ears for some reason before changing it to messing with his hair.

I covered my microphone and leaned over to ask him if he's okay, he nodded slightly but not very convincingly. That will probably be edited out too.

"We have arrived," I hear Michael say, obviously trying to mask his fear. Ashton takes the lead as we walk out, I follow him and Calum follows me. Michael hesitates but comes out with us. He almost follows us to the edge but when I look back he's not with us anymore. I expected Calum to follow him but saw that Ashton was dragging him onto the platform instead of letting him go to Michael.

"Luke..?" I hear that it's Michael. He's sitting in a corner facing a wall so he can't see out the windows. I'm slightly annoyed because I know we'll have to refilm getting off the elevator but I know he can't help it. I'm also surprised though, that he called me and didn't instead beg Ashton to let Calum come over.

"Yeah?" I ask, looking back over at Ashton and Calum, Ash is enjoying holding Calum next to the glass, neither are on it but he's holding Calum right on the edge so he's forced to look.

"Help," He begs, grabbing onto me. I don't know what he means by I sit down next to him.

"Help with what?" I asked, he seemed close to tears and I wasn't sure what to do.

"I don't know.. just help," He said desperately and I leaned over to hug him.

"I don't know what you need me to do Mike, I'd do it if I could," I tried to get him to tell me what he needed but he wouldn't. He just sat with me and eventually ended up crying while I hugged him.

"You guys need to get him to calm down and then refilm the entrance," A film person said, they seemed quite annoyed by this whole thing.

"Do you want us to help or do you got it?" Ashton asked, "Calum went to use the bathroom but I can stay and help with him," Ashton helping would make it easier, but this is one of the first times Michael has chosen me to be the one calming him down and helping him.

"I'm good, you go get us a snack though?" I asked, I'm hungry and Michael might be, he often is hungry without realizing it until he's super hungry. Ashton nods and walks away, now it's just me and Michael up here.

"Mikey, we have to do this. I know you don't want to but we have to. What would help? Is there anything I can do to make this easier?"

"Uhm.. Can you just try and find something for me to do? Like if I was on the edge, because I'm not getting on the glass, and got scared. Something I should do?" He answered softly.

"How about this? The sky looks the same from the ground and up here. If looking straight or down is scary, look at the stars and the moon. They look the same so you'll feel on the ground again. Like when we used to sleep outside and have band camping trips, we'd look at the stars and count them or see what shapes we could find. Especially when Ashton would get worried about leaving his family home there alone, we'd have him see what he could find up there," Michael was listening carefully and then leaned against me and looked up, from where we were sitting, we had a perfect view so we sat there together for a few minutes until he was ready.

(Time skip to towards the end)

"Hey you're killing it," I said, surprised to see Michael stepping out onto the glass, he was walking on a line and I saw him starting to get off-balanced as he stared at the floor, I glanced up as a reminder and he looked forwards but I could tell his eyes were pointed up towards the sky. He looked up for a few moments then back over and grabbed Calum's hand, he grabbed mine too.

"Don't leave me, stay here," He said to us and we both stood with him until he'd had enough and ran back to "safety". It sucks but we have to act like he's not actually scared and just messing around to make the fans happy.

"Ash don't do it! Don't fall Ash!" I heard Michael sort of yell, it's obvious he's actually bothered by what Ashton is doing but acting like he isn't. I look to see what Ashton's doing, he's pretending to fall over on the clear floor and Michael did not like that.

After we messed around a bit, while Michael watched and Calum occasionally stepped off more a moment to check on him, it was time to finish. We were supposed to stand at the edge of the glass where it was hard floor but the glass was right in front of us.

"Do I have to?" Michael whispered to me, trying not to get picked up by the mics. The less there is to edit out the better.

"Yeah, but remember what I told you? Look at the sky. It's been helping hasn't it? See if you can find any extra bright stars or shapes or something," I answered, he nodded but then frowned.

"We're supposed to look out at the city, if I'm looking up people will notice,"

"You can look up with your eyes but have your head straight, you don't have to look exactly down, just have your head straight so it looks like you're looking at the buildings,"

"Okay... if you think it'll help. I'll try," I guess it did help because he didn't freak out or anything, although he did sort of panic in the elevator on the way down. Probably just letting out the feelings he'd been hiding once he was allowed.

"Thanks for helping me when we were up there," Michael said quietly once we were back in the hotel, we ended up getting one big room for all four of us that has 3 beds and take turns sharing, with all the sightseeing we want to do it's best to save some money like that.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" I responded and he shrugged.

"I don't know, I'm just happy you did, and that actually gave me something to use in the future. It would work during the day too I think, looking at the clouds. Although stars are prettier,"

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Hi I love your blog especially how accurate it is compared to other slasher blogs who don’t really portray the slashers as accurate as you. Could you do one where the slashers who aren’t as nice like Bo, Michael, and who ever else accidentally hurt their plus sized s/o feelings by jokingly making fun of their weight and apologize for hurting their feelings. (And possibly yaujta not realizing that they’d be ashamed or embarrassed about their body).

Hi! Thank you so much!!!

Includes: Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair, and Yautja (Predator).

Accidently hurting their S/O’s feelings:

Michael Myers

Micahel had never commented on your weight before, but then again he doesn’t comment about much...

He practically grew up in the Sanitarium, so there was a lot that he wasn’t exposed too.

He really doesn’t care all that much about appearances or what society might consider attractive and unattractive, he is simple attracted to who and what he’s attracted too. And that just so happens to be you.

He likes you as a whole, not in separate parts. He doesn’t see your weight as a negative or a positive, it simply is.

However, this means that he doesn’t really see a problem with mentioning it or drawing attention to it in someway. Especially if you’ve never mentioned an insecurity before.

For once, Michael didn’t actually mean any harm, if anything he was being...playful? But the playfulness didn’t land at all...

He had pinched your stomach, not hurting you (physically anyway). He was just aware of the soft flesh there, he didn’t think anything of it.

“Michael!” you snapped in shock, pushing his hand away. Then he knew that he had done something wrong, you were clearly angry with him, hurt on your face before you stormed out of the room.

He had never really given you a reason to doubt his attraction to you, most of your insecurity came from your own internal thoughts, but this just made you think that you had been right this whole time. Did your weight bother him? Did he not like it? Was he not attracted to you? Was he mocking you?

At first Michael just rolled his eyes and dismissed it, you must have just been in a bad mood or being sensitive. What could he have done wrong?

But when he realised that you were avoiding him and were still clearly upset with him, he figured that he had done something more serious than he previously thought.

So, he tracked you down to the bedroom and he won’t let you leave until you tell him what’s going on.

At first you didn’t want to say anything, worried that he would think you were being silly or just make fun of you more.

But he is persistent, not liking when you act strange.

So, you give in and tell him what upset you. He’s still confused and tilts his head at you to explain further, so you do. Tears brimming in your eyes as you tell him about your insecurities and assumptions that he felt the same way.

He didn’t feel the same way and he didn’t know why you would worry about something like that.

Of course he didn’t respond and that only made you more worried.

But Michael’s shoulders dropped before approaching you, placing both hands on your waist.

You were about to slap his hands away and question his actions but you didn’t get the chance as he lifted you up and tossed you down onto the bed.

If you truly thought so lowly of yourself and worried about his opinion on your body so much, Michael would show you show he actually felt about your body the only way he knew how.

Bo Sinclair

God, Bo is such an asshole.

Before you started dating, he had made comments about your weight, passing jokes and jabs that made you feel bad about yourself. You tried to accept it as a part of who he was, that it wasn’t personal and that he was just trying to get a rise out of you, but the words lingered in your mind and fed your insecurities.

The worst part of the whole thing was that you had started to fall for the man who you could practically call your bully.

You had actually been surprised when he started showing a more sincere interest in you, since he had been pretty awful to you in the past.

But when he started to show a real interest in you, the jokes and jabs stopped. He was no longer trying to make you feel bad because he had accepted his feelings for you and had started trying to be decent.

Then the two of you started dating. The past comments faded out of your mind, practically forgotten about.

Things went well for a while, until one evening.

Bo hadn’t straight out insulted you or anything but he had made a passing playful comment about your weight. He had meant it fondly really, though he struggled with expressing that.

With that one comment, all the comments he made in the past came to the forefront of your mind. Is that how he truly felt about you? Was he even truly attracted to you?

Obviously and understandably, you were upset by the comment. But you tried not to react, just hanging your head and keeping quiet.

He didn’t notice instantly but did eventually when you were being unusually quiet, asking what was wrong.

You were hesitant to tell him what was wrong but eventually gave in, explaining how the comment hurt and all the insecurities that his past comments had left you with.

“Hell, I’m sorry, Sweetheart” you were a little caught off guard by the flat out apology, it was a very rare thing to hear from Bo. “I was only messing around, and I never meant any of that stuff I said in the past...I was just trying to push you away” a part of you knew that but his words had stull stung.

“You know I think you’re sexy as fuck” Bo smirked a little, managing to earn a small laugh from you.

“You’re such an asshole” you shook your head at him, a small smile on your lips. You knew you could get away with calling him such a thing right now, he was in one of his rare soft moods.

“I know, darlin’“ he nodded along, making you smile some more.

“C’mere” Bo opened his arms for you as he sat back on the couch, inviting you down onto his lap.

Bo would make sure to not make such comments again and he would try to prove to you that he hadn’t meant all that stuff he said in the past, he would try to make up for it.

Yautja (Predator)

Yautjas are pretty much pure muscle but he doesn’t see that as the norm for humans. He loves you exactly the way you are, he loves your size, he loves your softness.

He doesn’t understand that it’s something that humans are made to feel insecure about, he doesn’t think it’s a flaw in the slightest.

He adores how soft you are and Yautjas are very blunt. So, he tells you that he likes how soft and squishy you are, maybe even complimenting his comment by physically squeezing your stomach, thigh, or other body part.

The blunt comment about your appearance hurt, you weren’t sure how to take it. You already worried that you couldn’t compare to his own race and now he was commenting on your weight, it stung. 

He instantly knew something was wrong, noticing the tears welling in your eyes as you excused yourself from the room.

He knew that he must have done or said something wrong but honestly had no idea what...

But he followed you, concerned. Asking you what was wrong, what he had done, and how he could fix it.

You were hesitant to talk about it but finally asked if your weight bothered him, completely confusing him. Why would you think that? Didn’t he just express that he liked it?

He expresses his confusion and you realise that he truly hadn’t meant any harm.

You have to explain to him many differences between your cultures, including some of the insecurities that humans feel. 

He listens intently so he can understand, instantly apologising for having upset you and hurt your feelings.

But he also goes on to explain that he loves everything about you just the way it is. He loves the way you look, the way you feel in his arms. He had spoke so bluntly because he wasn’t aware that you would ever see your size as something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.

It’s very easy to forgive him, knowing that he didn’t understand but also how couldn’t you forgive him when he was complimenting you so sincerely.

You’re mate will make it up to you and make sure you know how much he meant it when he said that he adores your body.

[gavin-plz-call-me]

The Brothers + Dateables & Luke react to MC owning a cat named lucifer

A/N- To attempt to avoid confusion, the demon Lucifer’s name will always be capitalized, while the cat lucifer’s name will never be capitalized.

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“Now,” Diavolo said, obviously nearing the end of his speech, “Do you have any more questions, MC?”

You nod, “Is my cat up there all by himself?” you ask, “I don’t want him to get lonely, and without me he wont have anyone to feed him.”

The men, no, the demons in front of you stared, all obviously dumbstruck. You had been ripped out of your home, brought to a strange place, and told you were to live here for a year, and your first thought was of your cat? What a strange human you were.

“We can arrange someone to take care of your cat,” Diavolo said, smiling wide, but your face fell at his words. Diavolo seemed to sense your discontent as he spoke again, “Or we can arrange for your cat to be brought here?”

“Yes, please,” you spoke almost immediately.

Diavolo called for a demon named Barbatos, telling him to go to the human world to retrieve your cat. He disappeared then reappeared in a matter of seconds, your cat laying comfortably in his arms.

“Oh, lucifer,” You cooed, taking your cat away from Barbatos, kissing the cat’s forehead.

The hall went silent once again, before someone, the demon they introduced as Asmodeus, spoke up, “Honey, that’s Barbatos.” He said, a slight chuckle laced within the words.

Confused, you glance back up at the hall of demons, you point to your cat, “No? His name is lucifer.”

Lucifer

Can't decide if he's confused or insulted.

He's confused because, who the hell would someone name a cat of all things after a demon

and he's insulted because WHO THE HELL WOULD NAME A CAT AFTER HIM?

He's one of the strongest Demons in the Devildom, much stronger than a mere housecat, the insinuation that he, Lucifer, avatar of pride, shares anything in common with a cat has him fuming.

Of course, he shows none of these emotions outwardly, keeping his face stoic as always.

And any one of his brothers who dare joke about this cat's name will be hanged from the ceiling in a matter of seconds.

Is fairly annoyed with their shared name in day-to-day life, and not just because it's insulting.

But, many times a day, Lucifer'll hear his name called through the halls and, when he goes to investigate, one of his brothers is cooing over the damned pun intended cat.

Will eventually get used to lucifer and will definitely be seen cuddling with him.

Is like the dad who insists he doesn't want a cat, but as soon as he gets one they're inseparable.

At the end of the day, he loves that damn cat.

Mammon

Laughs out loud at the revelation that the cat's name is lucifer.

Until he realizes now he has to look after the human and the cat.

Will complain about it in typical Mammon fashion, but he warms up to lucifer about as quickly as he warms up to you.

Buys him a bunch of cat toys when he has the grimm, and loves to play with him

especially with a laser pointer.

Also loves to cuddle, but always acts very tsundere about it.

"What is it lucifer? Oh, of course, you want to cuddle with the Great Mammon."

Will either steal lucifer from your room at night, or sleep in your room to cuddle with him and totally not you, of course, but you should be honored he's even sleeping in your room.

Leviathan

Thinks it's hilarious as well.

Though he prefers anime, Levi is well versed in other human media, especially classic Disney films, so, because of Cinderella, he's well aware that lucifer is a popular cat name in the human realm.

That doesn't make it any less funny, though.

WILL NOT allow lucifer into his room.

He has too many expensive figurines to risk it

Plus, he doesn't want to risk Henry 2.0 getting hurt.

Will only play with, pet, or cuddle with lucifer if he initiates it.

"He probably doesn't want to be pet by a gross otaku like me," as if cats know what otakus are.

Will, at some point, sew lucifer a costume that looks suspiciously like what his older brother tends to wear.

He may or may not have been hanged for that one, but it was totally worth it.

Satan

Like Lucifer, Satan is conflicted.

On one hand, cat! He loves cats, he wants to pet this cat all day, and give him kisses and cuddles and love.

On the other hand, Satan would rather his soul be ripped apart than give love to something named after Lucifer.

Will try his hardest to completely ignore the cat's existence.

Has to leave the room if lucifer comes in because he can't trust himself to not pet him.

Is like this with lucifer until he sees him respond to the name luci as well.

After that, you cannot separate Satan from lucifer even if you tried.

Spoils him rotten.

The two are often found reading together in the library, Satan leisurely petting lucifer.

Fights with Mammon at least once a day for lucifer and always wins.

Goes on long rants about how cat lucifer is much better in every way than demon Lucifer.

Asmodeus

Another one who thinks it's hilarious.

Definitely thinks lucifer is cute but hates all the shedding, so he usually keeps his distance.

Like Levi, Asmo doesn't allow lucifer in his room.

Will constantly complain about fur getting all over his clothes.

Has had to buy more lint rollers in the first year you spent in the Devildom than he had bought in the last century.

Constantly posts pictures of lucifer on his Devilgram because, despite being a furry monster, he is just the cutest little kitten around.

Beelzebub

Thinks the name is a bit weird but accepts it pretty quickly.

It's just a name, after all, lots of people who are very different share names.

lucifer's food has to be hidden from Beel because he can, and will, eat it.

"It just smelled so good, and I was so hungry."

Apologizes by buying him some luxury cat treats that took all of Bee's willpower not to eat on the way home.

At first, he won't interact with lucifer unless lucifer approaches him.

Beel is so big, and lucifer is so small, he doesn't want to crush the little cat.

But with enough time and reinforcement, Beel will pick lucifer up himself for some much-needed cuddles.

Before Belphie comes down from the attic, Beel'll bring lucifer up to their room at night when he's feeling a bit more lonely than usual.

Beel will invite you up to his room as well.

Belphegor

Finds out about lucifer after everyone else, due to the whole, being locked in the attic, thing.

Hears Asmo trying to coax lucifer into a good pose from down the hall.

"Oh lucifer, cutie pie, you gotta look at the camera."

Is surprised that Asmo is still alive talking to Lucifer like that.

Is even more surprised when he turns the corner to find Asmo talking to a cat, not his eldest brother.

Thinks it's hilarious, but Lucifer is already over it so teasing him about it doesn't do much.

Won't actively seek out lucifer's attention, but will gladly nap with him.

Beel continues his habit of bringing lucifer up to their room for cuddles when Belphie returns, so the three of them usually end up in a big cuddle pile.

Bonus points if he brings you up too.

Diavolo

Thinks it's very amusing.

Laughs about it, probably for a bit too long.

He can't help it, especially because he knows Lucifer is most definitely a bit upset about it.

Will tease Lucifer once or twice about it, but will ultimately leave it alone.

When he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll give lucifer a nice pat, hello, but won't go very far beyond that.

Barbatos

Read lucifer's name tag while he was collecting him from the human realm.

Wasn't surprised in the slightest because nothing ever surprises him

Is definitely excited to see everyone's reactions to his name, and is not disappointed.

If given the chance, he will spend hours brushing lucifer's fur and pampering him

but doesn't get the chance to do so often, if ever.

Solomon

Has had a cat named lucifer in the past.

I mean, he's lived hundreds of years, it's not out of the realm of possibilities.

Named his own cat lucifer because he thought it was funny, and the humor hasn't faded since.

So he's very amused by this new lucifer in his life.

Will unabashedly cuddle and play with lucifer whenever he's given the chance.

I mean, this lucifer reminds him of his own cat, so he becomes pretty attached pretty quickly.

Whenever he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll hold lucifer until the very last minute he possibly can, and will be pretty sad when he has to leave.

Will joke about stealing lucifer, may actually try to steal him.

Simeon

Like Levi, Simeon is pretty well versed in human media, so the concept of cats named lucifer isn't new to him.

Still finds it a bit funny nonetheless.

Tells Michael right away.

Likes cats well enough, and, when he's in the House of Lamentation, will seek out a few pets from the kitten

but he doesn't venture to the House of Lamentation too often, so he never grows too close to lucifer.

Luke

WHY? WOULD YOU NAME A CAT? AFTER A DEMON?

There are so many better names for a cat!

Like whiskers, or oreo, or simba.

Is genuinely confused, and maybe even a bit concerned.

He's afraid you were consorting with demons before coming to the Devildom and that's why you named him lucifer.

After his brief stay in the House of Lamentation, Luke is absolutely in love with lucifer.

Plays with him constantly.

Wants to pick him up, but doesn't know how to.

Luke will end up getting scratched eventually, but Luke forgives him.

Bakes lucifer special cat treats and hopes you'll let him feed lucifer one.

[baecvlt]

Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

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It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest���.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

[parkers-gal]

fluffy hair

wc: 1.2k (fluff)

tom x ag!reader - tom joins the reader in her interview

"Y/N! It's been awhile!" Zach greeted you through the screen, and you laughed, nodding your head. 

"I miss you guys there, in the studio. How is everything?"

"Good, good. Everything's chill here. What about you? Album release and all that?"

You giggled again, shrugging. "It was fun, low key, and safe."

"Good, glad to hear that. Should we start?"

"Let's, yes." 

"Great. I am so obsessed with this record; we're just gonna go down the line for each song." 

"Got it, sounds like a plan." You laughed, looking behind camera, and Zach took note of it before continuing. 

"Shut up."

"Excuse me?" you laughed at him, and he went wide eyed. 

"Oh! No, no, no, I meant the track, the intro-"

"OH," you laughed again, face palming yourself. "Duh, obviously. Continue."

"Right. It's very... melodic, with what, the strings and everything. And your voice cuts in and just tells all those haters to shut up and- what was the meaning behind that?"

You laughed, looking off camera to Tom for a split second before answering. "Well, I mean. With everything happening, it's hard not to tell people to just like," you put your hands up, palms outward in a stop position. "to just- shut the fuck up, y'know? We're fighting for our lives, all these white, straight old... men."

Zach laughed, nodding, and the conversation continued until you switched subjects to the next song. 

"Thirty-four plus thirty-five," he state with a grin. "Now what's that about." 

You laughed loudly, shaking your head at Tom while he told you a joke. 

"Is someone back there?" Zach cut in with a laugh. "They can join if you'd like."

You looked to Tom before shrugging sheepishly, and he rolled his eyes before plopping next to you on the beanbag. 

"This is Tom, the inspiration."

"Y/N!"

You laughed, looking to the camera. "I'm joking, joking," you kissed his forehead, ruffling his hair. "He's my lovely little boyfriend."

"Mhm," he hummed in satisfaction. 

You went on to answer the question, "Well, when Peter sent some string samples over, I heard this one and it was so pure and sweet and completely.. Disney, if you will. And I was sitting with Scotty and Tom and I was like 'what's the dirtiest thing we can write with this?' and well, we got thirty-four thirty-five."

Zach laughed, "So it's not based on real life?"

You laughed before Michael, the other interviewer, cut in with a comment. 

"I actually didn't know it was about sixty-nine until the outro," he laughed, and so did you. 

"Ah- good, that's good actually. Enjoy it without being told how you're supposed to interpret it."

"Did Tom contribute anything to the song? Let's- let's go in depth with the lyrics and how you came up with them."

You laughed again before answering. "Well, I was working on the first verse with Scotty and I was like 'what the fuck can we put here?' and he- he jokingly said 'gimme them babies' and I was like 'holy shit that's perfect. That's going in. We're not changing that.'" You looked to Tom, whose arm was around your waist. "Tommy came in not long after that and wrote the pre-chorus. He was so intent on putting the 'I been drinking coffee,' part. It ended up being my favorite out of the song. He was in the studio with me when we recorded that, basically telling me how to sing it. It was hilarious and scary how bossy and smart he was about producing a song."

Tom rolled his eyes, kissing your temple. 

"Is that true, Tom?"

Tom blushed as he answered. "Yeah. She had just gotten new string samples and she was super excited about and I just- I wanted to be there, make memories. Especially since, at the time, I wasn't working." 

"Tom what's your favorite track?" 

"I think," he thought for a moment. "Well I like all of them, but I like 'my hair' a lot."

"Also inspired by him," You cut in cheekily, and he eyed you with a playful glare. 

"Did you contribute on a lot of tracks?"

"Oh for sure," Tom nodded. "It was quite an experience; doing music instead of acting. It's so strange to me, but it was amazing fun."

"Which track did you do the most work on."

You laughed, and Tom rolled his eyes. 

"Probably 'nasty.'"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I was there when she was recording vocals, and I just kept telling her to do it again."

"That's actually," you interrupted with a laugh. "that's actually where that intro line is from. 'This bitch really gon' make me,'" you quoted. "because he kept making me doing it again and again and it was hilarious."

"I want to talk about.. six-thirty."

"Okay," you nodded with a smile. "Good track."

"What does it mean? Like the title?"

"Well on a clock," you were motioning with your hands. "The hands are pointing down at six-thirty."

Both of the interviewers oh'ed loudly, laughing at how they hadn't figured it out. 

"The bridge in there, I love it so much."

"Thank you, thank you."

"Do you think you've found that person you can play video games with at two A.M.?"

You glanced to Tom with a gentle smile, eyes softening too. "Yeah," you looked to the camera. "For sure, I think I have."

To was giddy at your response, subtly pulling you closer into his side and kissing your temple again. 

"Now let's talk about the positions music video."

"Oh this should be fun," Tom commented, and you laughed at him. 

"I'm sure everyone else interpreted the title much differently than you did." 

You laughed, nodding. "Probably."

"How'd you come up with the concept?"

"Oh, obviously the real world. We need people like that in office- like, imagine if that were the Cabinet of the White House? Women and gays and trans and everyone. I think we're in desperate need of a reboot."

Zach laughed, agreeing. "A reboot of the Cabinet. I like it, and you're absolutely right," he looked to the monitor. "At the end there, you were giving a medal to a postal worker."

"Yeah," you clasped your hands together in excitement. "I think the US postal service has definitely taken a huge hit this year. They've suffered a great deal; I think including that in my video was almost essential. They need to be recognized and acknowledged."

"But also like the step stool," Tom cut in with a laugh. "She was too short for the postal worker and they were like 'we don't have higher heels,' so I brought that out."

"You twat," you laughed, grabbing his nose lightly like in a child's game. 

He huffed, laughing, pulling you closer and kissing the tip of your nose in response. 

"Can we talk about my hair before we end this lovely interview?" Zach asked once the two of you settled down. 

"By all means."

"We'll get to those whistles in a moment, but the whole song is so.. intimate. Have you found someone like that? To- to appreciate your hair in all forms and designs?"

You looked at Tom again, and he blushed, already knowing your answer. 

"Yeah, yeah I have. My boyfriend just loves my hair, all styles and colors. It's nice, because I feel like the world doesn't really... see my true hair? But Tommy loves it dearly. It's a special place in my heart for that kind of love." 

Tom smiled, head tilting and eyes crinkling, and you ruffled his chocolate curls. 

"Also though, I really love his hair. Fluffy."

[ijustwant2write]

Always Mine-John Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @tommyshhelby​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Can you please do a imagine where y/n and John were childhood sweethearts (no Martha) and she has known the peaky blinders her whole life and they love her too but then John has to marry esme and even though tommy does feel bad he does it anyway.Y/n works in the betting house so they see eachother every day she acts like it doesn’t bother her but is obviously a bit distant with John who is still inlove with her but she is respectful of the marriage so when Michael comes in he has a crush on y/n and kinda flirts with her and John gets jealous not sure if it’s a John or Micheal imagine your choice’

Characters: John Shelby x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader (platonic), Michael Gray x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name  (Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Heartbreak, swearing, mentions/intentions of sex, arguing, violence, slight fluff

                                          *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Heartbreak, many people went through it, many people wanted to avoid it. Although your heart wasn’t physically damaged, it felt like it was. Humans often forget how strong their emotions are. Emotions are part of our survival, they determine how we live, it controls our day, what decisions we make. Unfortunately to live, we had to experience sadness. You could turn it around and say that the bad times made the good times stronger, more enjoyable. But it’s hard to think positively when you’re stuck in a terrible situation. 

“He....He’s getting married?” I whispered out, clutching onto my dressing gown as the cold air blew into the house.

Tommy was stood outside, I had invited him inside, but I was glad I hadn’t now.“Today/ I’m sorry (Y/N), it has to be done.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“John doesn’t know. And you can’t tell him.”

“Why are you telling me this? I could easily run to him now and tell him.”

“If you do that, you’ll put us all in danger.”

I was growing more angry by the second.“Aren’t you always in danger?”

“This is different. It will benefit the whole family, the Peaky Blinders. He has to do this (Y/N).”

I shook my head at him, crossing my arms over my chest. What with it being so early in the morning, no one else was out in the street, it was slightly dark, with a low fog roaming the streets.“You know I love him. You know how we feel about each other. I’m just confused. Why would you tell me this before they get married? I could go tell him, we could run away together like we said we would since we were fifteen.”

“Because I love you (Y/N). You’re basically family. It felt wrong not to. But I can’t lose you at work either. You need to stay.”

I scoffed.“I can’t believe this! You really think I’m going to stay and see the man I love everyday with a wedding ring on his finger? I can write up my resignation now if you want-”

“(Y/N)-”

“Honestly Tommy, this is taking the piss. You get away with a lot of shit, but this is just fantastic-”

“(Y/N)!”

“Wait here, I’ll get a pen and some paper-”

“(Y/N) would you just listen for a second!?” he yelled, silencing me.“You would be as equally angry with me if I told you after. Just be happy that I mentioned it at all.”

That had been the longest day of my life. Knowing that my worst fear had come true, the man I loved was marrying someone else, made time move at an incredibly slow pace. Part of me pondered crashing the wedding, if I knew where it was or who he was marrying, but I knew that Tommy was partly right. He had a huge responsibility to keep control of his power, but the way he manipulated his family infuriated me. 

“John, are you sure you want to marry me?” I said to him as we laid down in a field.

“You’re really asking that after what we just did?” he asked, doing up his trousers.

“Well, Susanne and Jack do the same as us, and he hasn’t asked her.” my (not so) innocent seventeen year old self pointed out.

“Believe me, I would not be suggesting that sort of thing if I didn’t mean it.”

“So you don’t ask every girl you fuck to marry you?” I teased.

He leaned over me.“I haven’t slept with that many.”

I rolled my eyes.“I don’t care how many girls you fucked before me. As long as I’m the one who gets this sort of treatment for the rest of your life, I’m happy.”

He smirked, kissing me.“You’ve been the best out of all of them.”

“Because I do anything you want.”

He leaned down to my ear, whispering,“Because you feel fucking amazing.”

I blushed, wishing I was able to tease him more.“I’m serious John, that’s a serious commitment.”

Although we were being flirty, I knew when he was being truthful.“(Y/N), I don’t want anything else. I want you beside me. My family loves you, you’re already a Shelby in their eyes, and mine. I know they say we’re young, but these feelings I have for you re strong. I wake up thinking about you, I see other women and think, my (Y/N) is so much prettier than you. And yes, thinking about you writhing and moaning beneath me is pleasurable,” I playfully punched his shoulder, which he laughed at,“but imagining you at home with the kids, waiting for me to come back and embracing me as soon as I step foot in our house, that’s all I could ever ask for in life.”

I sobbed as I thought about that memory. We were so happy back then. We were carefree, easily daydreaming about what could have been. Then harsh reality hit us in the face. He was being forced into an arrangement with some wild gypsy girl. We were supposed to be married, I was the one whose last name should have been Shelby. 

I didn’t want to hear about the wedding day. I knew that Pol, Ada or any other woman in that betting shop wouldn’t mention it in front of me.Though how was I ever to stop thinking about how the man I loved was married to someone else when I worked with him? And his new wife? Esme also had no say in this, she had been unruly and apparently the only way to sort that was to marry her off. But why did she have to work here too? She hated it here, she could never sit still. It was in her nature to be outside all the time, to run free and wildly along with the horses. Not cramped up in a betting shop counting money, surrounded by the lowest of men. Having to sit across from her as I worked was torture, seeing the wedding band made my stomach turn.

"(Y/N)?" John called me, standing in the doorway of his office.

I caught Esme glancing towards me, though I didn't care. It wasn't as if anything was about to happen, John hadn't even spoken to me since they married, not properly anyway. I had been civil towards his wife, but only speaking to her when I absolutely had to. Quietly sighing, I closed the book I had been writing in, picking up a smaller notebook and pen before entering his office. Some workers were peeking at us, they knew the drama, and it didn't help that his office was basically made of windows, meaning everyone could see us.

"You can sit down, you know you can." John gestured to the chair across from his desk, though he didn't sit.

I said nothing back.He groaned.

"Come on (Y/N), you know I hated when you gave me the silent treatment."

"Is there something you needed from me Mr Shelby?"

"You know, that only sounded nice coming from you when we were in a different environment." he smirked, thinking I would break. He was absolutely wrong.

"I have a lot of work to be getting on with-"

"I don't love her."

My eyes widened, and I kept my voice low."For fucks sake John, we shouldn't be talking about this here."

"You know I don't!" he stood in front of me, but I quickly backed away, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves."She's some random gypsy Tommy picked up on the side of the road. Esme isn't you."

"And yet you're stuck with her. So let bygones be bygones. Did you actually need me?"

"I always need you, and I will always want you."

"Right, thank you for wasting my time sir."

I promptly left, feeling my throat get tight as I pushed back my tears. If I spoke another word, my voice would crack, giving away how I truly felt. Instead of returning to where I was originally sat, I headed to the kitchen, not wanting to see Esme. It was obvious her gaze was on me as I brushed past, though I took no notice. Once there, I made myself busy filling the kettle with water and beginning to make tea, just to distract myself. As it boiled, I gripped onto the edge of the counter, painfully holding back my sobs. I couldn’t do this for the rest of my life, it was emotionally exhausting, it was torturous.

“You can’t keep up this act forever.” Polly appeared.

I didn’t bother facing her.“I know. I already told Tom I would hand him my resignation letter, he refused.”

“No, we can’t lose you, even if we had enough staff. I want you to know that I had nothing to do with that. You know what Tommy is like with his ‘big ideas’.”

I finally looked at her.“My worst fear came true. He’s with someone else. He’s married, but not to me. It’s been in our heads for so long, it was all too good to be true.”

Before Polly could speak, I saw her glance behind me. Turning around, I saw Esme standing in the doorway, her usual scowl on her face as she grabbed a mug from a cupboard.

“I’m assuming you brewed a full pot?” she asked.

“Yes.” I replied. 

She put her mug beside mine, making sure it thudded against the counter. When she left, I ran my hands down my face, seriously considering walking out. Polly decided to not add anything. We would just go in circles, trying to cheer me up, reassure me, convince me to stay etc.

Managing to get through the rest of the day, I sighed in relief and tiredness as everyone started to pack their things. Putting on my coat, I smiled at one my colleagues who was approaching me.

“John has asked for you.” they warily said.

I rolled my eyes.“Did he say what he wants?”

He shook his head.“Sorry, wants you in there soon as.”

I thanked him as he left, along with everyone else. Esme held back, obviously glaring at me. She disappeared into John’s office for less than a minute before walking out again, leaving without her husband. I watched the door shut, leaving just John and I. My stomach twisted, heart beating incredibly loudly in my ears as I took my first few steps to his office. I stood in the doorway, hating that he was already looking at me, I was incredibly nervous. 

He stood from his chair.“(Y/N)-” 

“Please tell me this is about work.”

“I need to speak to you.”

“John, I can’t do this. We’re finished now-”

I started to walk away, not surprised when he followed, but shocked when he grabbed me, turning me around to face him.

“I know you feel the same as me. I can’t fucking stand it! I don’t want to be married to her. I don’t want to fuck her in our bed. I’ve only ever imagined coming home to see you there, not her!”

“Well that won’t happen now, will it?!” I snapped back, trying to make him let go of my arms.

As I struggled, John was able to keep a grasp on me.“It can! We’ll figure out a way! But I need to kiss you. I need to be able to hold you in my arms, to really feel you. I want to keep planning our future together.”

“Tommy has made his decision, and with this family, anything he says goes! You really think we could change any of this? Even if we did, imagine the trouble you would all be in.”

“I don’t care. I would take ten bullets to the chest if it meant being with you.”

“You can’t be saying things like that.”

His eyes were crazy, staring into my soul, fingers pressing into my skin. I felt him pull me closer, it was ever so slow, and I could have stopped it. But I didn’t. We cautiously leaned in for a kiss, making memories and feelings flood back. His hands relaxed, moving up to cup my face. The passion didn’t last long, because before I knew it, I was being pushed back against a desk, clumsily lying on my back. John wasted no time to touch my breasts, continuing to kiss me as it slid down my body, disappearing up my skirt. Although it was extremely tempting to carry on, the weighing guilt made me stop him.

“John.” I breathed out, giving him the wrong idea as he kept going, sucking on my neck. I pushed against him.“John, stop.”

He pulled away.“What? What’s wrong?” he went straight back down to my neck, trying to unbutton my blouse.

“Stop!” I said a little louder, managing to sit up and push him away.

“(Y/N), I know it’s been a while but-”

“It’s not that, you idiot! You’re married!”

“To a woman I don’t love!” 

I let out a frustrated scream, buttoning up my blouse again as I stood.“I’m not going to be that woman sleeping with married men, I’m not a whore!”

“Why are you denying your feelings? We were supposed to get married.”

“We were kids back then.”

He pointed an accusing finger at me.“I said that to you every year, we were always waiting for the right time!”

“Life doesn’t always work out John!” I yelled.“This is just as agonising to me as it is to you! But if we ruin this, the Lee’s are going to come for you all, and there’s already enough on your plates to deal with them.”

“I don’t give a fuck about them-”

“But I give a fuck about you living!” I snatched up my coat and handbag, pushing past him towards the door. With my hand on the handle, I calmed down before speaking again.“Obviously we weren’t meant to be. Though at least we didn’t take our time together for granted. Don’t try any of that again John, I mean it.”

For the next week, I didn’t utter a word to John, I didn’t even glance in his direction. I considered sending in my resignation. But after thinking about it, I knew I couldn’t bring myself to do it. These people were my family, I grew up  in this business. If I left, I had a slim chance of finding a normal job, because everyone knew who I was associated with. Why would anyone risk taking on someone who was involved with the Peaky Blinders? I was paid more than I should have been for my position, and they trusted me with anything; it would be stupid of me to throw that away and lose everything I worked so hard for. 

Surprisingly, Esme hadn’t piped up towards me in that time. I thought she might say something, even if she wasn’t triggered, due to her fiery personality. However, John had been relentless with his attempts to make me speak to him, even trying to trap me in the vault with him. I couldn’t break, I couldn’t let him get to me again. As much as my heart ached for him, as much as I wanted him to grab my face and kiss me again, I would never break a marriage. The guilt that would live with me fr the rest of my life was too much to bear. 

At the beginning of another day, I had just breezed into the shop when Lizzie approached me.“(Y/N), Tommy wants to see you.”

I sighed.“Did he say why?”

She shook her head.“You know what he’s like. But he’s asking for you now.”

I didn’t bother taking off my coat or setting my bag down, following Lizzie to his office. She knocked before opening the door, letting me walk in before closing it behind me, and I was left with Tommy, who was hunched over his desk as he looked through papers; however, there was also another man, a younger man.

“Come in (Y/N), let me introduce you to someone.” Tommy stood, setting the papers aside.

My steps were slower than they usually would be as I analysed the stranger. He looked younger than me, but not by that many years. His hat was in his hands, and although he wore a suit, it wasn’t like the ones the Shelby boys wore. His hair was slightly curly, not slicked back or short like most men around Small Heath, and he seemed shy, maybe more reclusive.

“I’m Michael.” he offered his hand out which I shook.

“I’m (Y/N).” I politely smiled.

“(Y/N) is basically family and has worked with us from the beginning.” Tommy explained.“This boy here, (Y/N), is Polly’s son.”

My eyes widened at Tommy as I let go of Michael’s hand.“Wait, you mean...the children she was always talking about...?”

“I’ve come back to find out about my real family. And to start working here too.” Michael added.

“So I need you to keep a close eye on him, help him with whatever he needs. (Y/N) knows the ins and outs of this place, she’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

For the rest of the day, Michael shadowed one of the workers that dealt with the winnings, counting money and figuring out how to run the shop floor. I would occasionally pop up when I thought he needed someone kinder and quiet to help, or just to check on him. He was sweet, but that wouldn’t help him in this environment. Luckily, Michael made it hard for John to bother me, he didn’t have the usual opportunities to bombard me with questions about why I didn’t want to fight for what we had. My shift finished quickly, it seemed like I had only been there an hour and we were already leaving.

“Come on Michael, let me take you for a drink. You deserve it after today.” I offered as we walked out of the shop.

He was hesitant before smiling.“Alright then. Where should we go?”

“We’ll go to the Garrison, your cousins are basically royalty there, meaning we are too. And don’t worry about your mum, she would rather you be with me than with the boys.”

Happily greeting Harry as we walked into the pub, he nudged the other bartender to get my usual drink. After asking Michael what he wanted, I called it out to Harry before disappearing into the private room.

“We’re allowed in here?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Like Tommy said, I’m family.” the window opened, a bartender passing us our drinks.“So, how did you end up in a place like this?”

We indulged in a conversation about Michael’s life growing up. It wasn’t a good upbringing, he had been through a lot of hardships as a child, and now being thrown into a completely different life was only adding to the confusion he had growing up, but he wanted to be independent. Get away from the boring country and work in an interesting job. 

Michael glanced down at his drink, seeming hesitant to speak.“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is there something between you and John? I thought he was married to Esme.” 

I scoffed.“He is. Seems to keep forgetting that.”

“Sorry, I shouldn't have asked-”

“It’s fine. You’re family, you should know what’s going on. We...wow, I’ve never actually spoken about this. John and I developed feelings for each other as we grew up, we became a couple. We always said we would get married, anyone could see we were deeply in love. However, Tommy arranged a marriage between John and Esme, it was to form a truce between the Shelby’s and the Lee family, Esme’s family.”

“That’s horrible. Tommy still did that even though he knew you two were together?”

“Yep.” I downed the rest of my drink.“Welcome to the family business.”

“I understand the need for a truce but...”

“I know what you’re thinking. Although it was heartbreaking, I know nothing can be done about it. And I am not a home wrecker!”

He was shocked by my snappy tone.“I-I didn’t say you were.”

“I know, force of habit.”

The door opened, the Shelby brothers walking in, and only three of them smiled at us, it was obvious who didn’t. They greeted us as they sat, the window opening instantly with their drinks on the tray. Michael and I were still tense from our talk, though tried not to show it as Arthur began rambling on about something stupid Finn had done that day. I tried my hardest to listen, though it was hard to when I could feel John’s eyes on me, and he was angry. Everyone else could tell as well, but they didn’t want to deal with John’s attitude right now. After Arthur finished his story, I excused myself to the ladies room, needing to relax. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even go to the loo without any disruption.

“Why the fuck are you here with him?” John demanded to know as he followed me in. 

“John! You can’t be in here!” I snapped.

“There’s no other women here yet! Answer me.”

“He’s a new colleague, someone Tommy told me to look after today. Not to mention he’s your cousin. I was being nice to him.”

“You say you still love me yet here you are with another man.” the rage in his eyes was growing more intense by the second.

“Oh for fucks sake John.” I rolled my eyes.“Why on Earth why I be so stupid to move on with another Shelby?”

“The fuck are you saying?”

“I’ve been battling with myself whether to leave this job because of you! It was terrible enough to be in the same room as you and your wife, but trying to avoid you all day is exhausting. You have to stop trying to make us work.”

His breathing was getting faster, and he hastily grabbed my hands.“But why can’t we just hide it? Maybe after a while I’ll be able to divorce her.”

“I can’t sit around and wait for you! I’ll always love you John, but you can’t expect me to not go on living my life whilst I wait for something that may never happen. And you’re telling me that in that time, you won’t have sex with her, you won’t give her the children she wants? Because I’m not fucking you behind her back.”

He groaned, pulling away from me and turning around, suddenly hitting a stall door, causing me to flinch at the movement and sound. Instinctively, I started backing away, scared that he might flip and accidentally hurt me in his rage.

“It’s not fucking fair!” he yelled.

“John, calm down!” I said, trying not to shout back, needing him to be calm.

“Why was I the one that had to get married?! Why wasn’t it Arthur or even Finn? They know we’re in love! I wanted you to be my fucking wife! And now you’re not even fighting for us!”

I scowled at him, screaming just as loud at him now.“How dare you?! John, there is nothing to fight for anymore! Yes, we still love each other, and I would give anything to be with you again! I would kill for you, you know that. But we need to move on from this. I’m staying at work for now, just until I’ve got enough to move somewhere else, and then I’m gone. I’m not staying where I got my heart broken.”

“You can’t leave.”

“I will. This feels like someone is punishing me for something terrible that I’ve done, but for the life of me I can not think what that could be. I’m done with this John. I don’t want to wake up every morning dreading to go to the shop, being distracted from my work because I’m dreading that you’ll corner me and we’ll get caught doing something we shouldn’t be. I feel like I’ve aged since the day you married, just from the stress.”

“(Y/N), please, just give it more time, we can work something out-”

“No! John just shut the fuck up and listen to what I’m saying! Leave me alone, leave what we had in the past. You’re married now, and I don’t want to have an affair, not just because of the Lee’s but because of the moral of it all. I...I just need to go home.”

“You’re not leaving-”

He grabbed my arm forcefully, and in defence I slapped him around the face. He recoiled his hand as he went into shock, giving me a chance to escape. However, he kept calling my name as I rushed off, seeing the boys standing at the bar, obviously having heard everything. I pushed past them, bursting into the private room to grab my things before leaving the pub. The others were also telling me to come back, wondering what was wrong.

“Don’t follow me! Leave me alone!” I screeched before turning away from them. 

I felt light headed as I stormed home. There was so much to take in, too much had been said in such a short amount of time. Though I knew I had spoken my truth, even if it was the hardest thing I had ever admitted. John and I couldn’t be. Perhaps it was never meant to happen, and we needed to grow up, move on from our childhood dreams of us being together. I couldn’t dwell on it, I was right when I said I couldn’t put my life on pause to wait for him, which I knew would never happen. Until I knew what I could do to move on and away from everyone, I hoped that our argument had sent a message to John, and I wouldn’t have to suffer as much as I had been. Not for much longer, I am going to be happy.

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Author's Note: Hi that isn't my GIF. But this is my fic and I would really appreciate it if you told me how you thought it was, and if you especially like it, my requests are open friends. :3 I have the spicy sad right now, and needed a little angst with a happy ending. Ok, be fed I guess.

This has 3,000+ words, are you proud of me or what!?

From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"

You swiped at the back of his head.

"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."

"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.

"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.

You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.

"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.

Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-

You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.

You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.

Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.

Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.

You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.

You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.

You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.

"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.

Coward.

"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.

"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.

Tommy looks-

He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.

Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.

"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."

It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.

But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.

Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.

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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.

The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.

The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.

Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.

Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.

And let out a noise of surprise.

Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.

Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.

Come get some.

You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.

You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.

In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.

"Tommy, why were you just-"

"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.

"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"

"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."

You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.

"Tommy."

"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."

You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.

"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."

Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.

You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.

Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.

"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."

You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.

He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.

You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.

"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.

"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."

You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.

Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-

Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.

It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.

You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.

What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.

You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.

Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.

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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.

God how could he not.

The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.

And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.

It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.

Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).

But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.

Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.

"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.

The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.

You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"

The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.

"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"

"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.

"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."

"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"

"Seventeen?"

"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."

Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.

"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.

You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'

Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.

Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.

Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.

"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"

You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.

"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"

"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.

You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.

But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.

Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.