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citrustan · 1 month ago

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Can't wait to see what happens with politician Namjoon 🫣

wait no more! here's the follow-up on all eyes on you (knj) (read it first bec the following drabble is a direct continuation)

all eyes on you (knj) 2.0 [final]

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

genre: angst!! smut, fluff, husband!namjoon x wife!reader, mayoral candidate!namjoon x housewife!reader. i imagine namjoon to be older, and taller than oc. (I use 'oc' and 'reader 'as interchangeable terms.)

warnings: talks of infidelity, insecurity, women being mean to each other (moments of weakness, it's just oc @ joohyun), namjoon being irritable and condescending. the slightest bit of a size kink.

The slipper flew through the air but missed, landing harmlessly at Joohyun's feet with a sad, flat thud.

Namjoon blinked in surprise. But the secretary’s face darkened, her expression showed a mixture of disbelief and offense, “Did you just-” - “Yes, I did!” You snapped, still fuming, "And I don’t care how you explain it. You know, I always got a vibe from you. Get your whore out of my house!"

Joohyun gasped angrily, "Hey!"

Namjoon stepped in between the two of you quickly with his hands raised in surrender because you were ten seconds away from pulling her hair out. “Alright, baby, let’s just calm down for a second.”

You're unable to tell if he's being serious or just nasty and sarcastic. Hell, you can't even tell if he's talking to you or her.

He shot Joohyun a look, silently telling her to leave, “You’re not helping. I told you so.”

Joohyun huffed and leaned towards him, muttering under her breath, “Namjoon, this is ridiculous.”

"I'll call you later, Joo." He reiterated sternly.

After a mini staring contest with him, she gave in.

You simply watched, stunned at their brassiness.

And what the hell were you even doing watching? You should've clocked the bitch when you had the chance.

Before she left, she threw one last glance at you, clearly annoyed at being caught in the crossfire, "Listen to him, _____." - "YOU'RE A SLUT!" Her footsteps sounded angrier after this.

Namjoon has the gall to shoot a scolding look at you. "_____..."

Wide-eyed, you stay glaring at her, stalking her figure up until her stupid shadow leaves your vision.

You're trying to make her head explode with your mind.

It doesn't work.

Once you hear the door shut, you redirect your attention to your husband.

The weight of the situation was clear in his eyes. And he looked... sincere. But that's just his face. You're looking for remorse or shame or even anger. But he's just eerily calm.

Namjoon sighs.

“I’m sorry. I know how this looks, but you have to believe me, _____. There’s a lot going on right now." He takes a step closer towards you, "Baby, I'm your husband."

For two seconds, you consider it.

But at the end of those two seconds, you completely disregard his words and turn away and dash to your self-designed and decorated guest bed.

Once he starts talking to you, you know you won't be mad anymore, instead you'd just feel sad and pathetic. Ever the diplomat, he has that kind of effect on you. And a thousand others. Hence his successful career.

But you digress.

Namjoon hurriedly follows behind and blocks the door with his foot before you could slam it in his face.

"_____, please! You can't possibly believe that I'd cheat on you?" Namjoon forces the door open wider, following you inside.

Namjoon’s eyes found yours. With desperation etched across his face, he sighs, “We need to talk." Holding up his hands in a placating gesture, “I promise I can explain everything.”

He reaches out to hold you.

But still hurt, you stubbornly move across the room, as far away as you can be from him at the moment. "No!"

“And explain what? How you’ve been sneaking around with her? I bet she loved making a fool out of me on national television...!” You cry, raising your voice despite the lump in your throat. "I don't want to know!"

"_____." Namjoon exasperated, "Sit down and let me talk."

The audacity of this man to speak to you in such a manner.

"No."

"Fine, don't sit, stand there and-" - "Was it or was it not you on those audios?" You interrupt, breaking his chain of thought.

"It was my voice..." He confirmed, cautious of where you're headed with this.

You could hear a 'but' incoming. So, you quickly continue, "And that bitch, Bae, the woman often referred to as your 'work wife', that was her too, yes?"

To which he pauses for a millisecond.

"_____, that 'bitch' is my employee and friend. And you will not refer to her as such." As the words fall out of his mouth, Namjoon realises he's self-sabotaging but he can't seem to help it, he's just so tired, "You can't possibly be stupid enough to believe this bullshit. Especially this close to the elections."

Is he seriously scolding you now?

Obviously taking offence to his accusatory tone, you take a step back, "Are you blaming me for believing something that was on the news? Namjoon, I HEARD YOU."

"You know what? I am." Namjoon's frustration had taken over.

Just like that, all of a sudden, you were under fire.

"You, out of all people, should've known that you can't believe anything anymore." He begins to loosen his tie. "Especially after that shit-show of an abortion scandal last year. Did you not see what it did to Mr. Jung's poll count?" He added.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?! Are you telling me they hired actors and..." You frantically searched looking in every direction, but struggled to find a word for it, settling for less, "...voice... impersonators (?) solely to fuck with your stupid poll?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you! This is character assassination, this will make me lose my spot!" He almost barks.

You don't know how to describe his voice, it was just... manly and rough and deep.

That's stupid!

You screech, "That's ridiculous!"

"I agree!" Namjoon is hopeful that you understand the situation now.

You shook your head. He can't turn this on YOU. You're a victim!

"No," you frown, "No, no, you're ridiculous! Don't try to make me feel stupid, Namjoon. They had photos! I know it was you in them!"

Namjoon pauses slowly pulling his blazer down his shoulders, stopping mid-way, and looks over at you incredulously, "Are you hearing yourself?"

"Don't do that. I hate it when you're condescending." You speak fast.

"_____. Obviously, I never said those things about you." He emphasised, still sounding somewhat condescending, "Joohyun never talked of you like that. We don't know where exactly it came from but we've already got a P.I. on it."

Then he adds, "And those photos are from a work dinner."

"Hold on," you extend your arm and point at him, "How long have you even known about this?"

"A few hours?" Namjoon sighs, "I don't know, baby, these things take time to diffuse. It'll take at least a week till we can..."

HOURS?

"Namjoon, you kept this from me for hours? You let me find out from fucking Channel 4 that-" - He cuts your rant off, "_____, hold on. I didn't think it'd get this far! I was going to tell you after we resolved this." He scoffs before adding, "And I was adviced against sharing anything with you, or anyone at all for that matter."

When had that ever stopped him from sharing stuff with you? Too many questions were pressing at you for you to linger on just that one issue.

You are always in the loop because you have remote access to his calendars. You know his schedule and routine so well that even if Joohyun happened to magically disappear overnight, Namjoon would not notice.

You involuntarily pout, "I also go to all your work dinners. When was this?"

"You didn't go to that one," Namjoon's rebuttal was immediate.

...

You try to think of an event you backed out of. Any event. But you couldn't.

Namjoon turns away from you and rids himself of his blazer, hoping you'd drop the topic. Praying you'd let it go.

He hadn't informed you about this particular occasion he happened to be sneakily photographed at, even though it was a private dinner. All work, of course. But he couldn't risk you finding out why you weren't invited.

Namjoon had received intel from his campaign team that a few influential attendees at the dinner, a few donors and political advisors, had a history of favoring traditional or picture-perfect 'power couples' in politics.

While they admired Namjoon as a candidate, some felt you didn’t fit the mold of an ideal 'First Lady' type of figure.

They had a tendency to compare you to Joohyun, who, in their eyes, seemed polished, professional, and better-suited to Namjoon’s political image.

Namjoon had already been dealing with subtle, unkind comments about you behind closed doors; remarks about your overly-affectionate behaviour in public, your care-free demeanor, your personal choices, and even your background.

Basically, you just weren't from Namjoon's world. No rich family to stand behind. No high-profile career to elevate your image in front of these bloodsuckers. People (thankfully, excluding his friends and family) have looked down on you the entire time you've been with Namjoon.

You're a sensitive woman. You have picked up on things like this. But Namjoon was not going to knowingly subject you to more of this absurdity which you most certainly do not deserve. You were somewhat insecure already.

That particular dinner posed a greater challenge for him. He knew these people might make comparisons openly, especially with Joohyun present. And they did. He had to bite his fist and let them ramble on about his private life. It was the closest he came to possibly losing his career.

It's silly, but this is really it. He just didn't want to bring you into a room full of vultures.

He simply didn't know how to brief you about it all.

Suddenly lessening the gap between the two of you, you stop right behind him and whisper, "Did you kiss her or something?"

Flabbergasted, he abruptly turns to face you and begins pulling at his tie, "No!? I did not do anything with her." How does your mind go to these places? (Well, he has Channel 4 to blame this time.)

"Why are you mad? I should be the only angry one here!" You childishly whine at him.

"But I am upset, _____! I'm angry because my wife thinks I'd cheat on her!"

"They were very convincing on the news!" You cry.

"And I'm telling you it's a lie."

"Fine!"

He sighs deeply, somewhat struggling to undo his tie.

You scoff. What a baby.

You gently smack his hand away. "Let me help you. You're like an overgrown toddler."

He stares into your eyes and you successfully dodge looking into his, focusing on successfully unwrapping his necktie instead.

"_____."

"What?" You furrow your brows.

"Please believe me." Namjoon firmly strokes your sides, pulling you closer.

You do. You know he's keeping things from you but you'll get to that later.

For now, you just want to get over the shock from the more recent events.

"Can they go to jail for spreading misinfo like this?" You wonder out loud.

Your husband smiles down at you, "The people who did it? Definately. We will also be suing the news outlets who ran this story now."

You gently pull his tie off, "Okay..."

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you about it first. We did not think it'd get this bad," Namjoon's smile crumbles, "And I can't imagine hearing about something like this from a stranger."

"I will never put you on the spot like this again, _____." He tucks your hair behind your ears. Your cheeks were begging to be kissed. And kiss he did.

"You better not. Namjoon, you will tell me every thing. Promise me you won't keep things from me."

"I promise, _____." Your husband places a chaste peck on your lips. It was an empty promise though. Namjoon underestimates how much you can handle. All the time.

If your own husband can't take you seriously, you doubt anyone else will. But again, that's a topic for another day.

Namjoon subtly clears his throat, "So... You're wearing those pearl panties?"

Coyly smiling, you push your head into his chest, "Yeah? How do you know that?" You giggle.

"Lucky guess?" His hand travelled down your back and caressed your butt.

He pulled back, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him, "Allow me to verify?"

With cheeks heating up, and goosebumps spread all over your body, you smile at him sweetly. "Joonie, you don't actually think I'll fuck you after everything you put me through, do you?"

"What?" Your husband almost whines, "It wasn't even my fault!" He wraps you in an embrace, almost squeezing your body against his own larger one.

"I'd sue you for emotional damage if it weren't for the fact that you're my husband." You frown, pushing him off of you.

But he clings on to you, "You're joking!"

"Am I?" You retort. "And you're still sleeping in the guest bed, husband."

Finally getting him off you, you escape to your own room.

You can hear his cranky whining echo through the whole house. It's cute.

It had to be done though. You knew you would not have been able to keep your hands off him if he was in your bed tonight. You just wanted to have the upper hand for a while. Even though it'd only be a short while.

note: idk if any of it was expected and since i wasn't in the mood to write angst to this extent (especially when i'm already planning on something similar, not centered around infidelity but sort of forbidden or looked down on but nothing creepy, it's just heavy on the angst BUT I digress) i simply changed the course of this fic to satisfy enjoyers of all genres sorta kinda.

lmk if there are any errors please.

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thetarttfuldickhead · 1 year ago

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”Who’s this then?” she asks, as if she doesn’t know, and only to hear the excitement in Jamie’s voice as he tells her all about Roy Kent.

She’s a City girl through and through and it is a little jarring to see different colours up on her wall, but that’s what being a parent is all about, isn’t it? Loving someone enough to love what they love, even if it turns out to be the captain of bloody Chelsea.

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Posters come and go, there are girls and footballers and other girls and other footballers and then others still, but Roy Kent stays where he is, slap bang in the middle and staring right at her with those weirdly intense eyes whenever she gets in the room to hoover.

Needs to relax a bit, that one, she thinks, more than once. For all the pictures and clips Jamie has shown her, she’s never seen Kent smile. Plays like a god, though, one of those vengeful ones, so she guesses she can see the attraction.

---

It’s obvious that Jamie’s not happy, and she’s not either, what with having him move down all the way to London to play for AFC Richmond of all teams. Still, she supposed a loan make sense, get him more minutes and bit of experience.

“Didn’t Roy Kent move there after he quit Chelsea?” she asks, and is pleased with the way Jamie’s eyes light up a little at that. “You’ll get to play together now.”

---

“He’s a nasty bastard. Right fucking bitter about not being as good as he was, yeah?”

She doesn’t hear much more about Roy Kent after that, not for another year or so. Doesn’t hear much from Jamie at all, really, not even after he returns to Manchester. When he does stop by – for Christmas, for her birthday – he talks about just about anything but football. Doesn’t mention fighting Kent on the pitch, doesn’t say a word about calling him a knob on national television.

Doesn’t take the poster down either, though, she notices when he’s gone.

---

“Jamie Tartt is a muppet and I hope he dies of the incurable condition of being a little bitch,” Roy Kent says and she’s already halfway out the sofa when Simon’s hand on her arm holds her back.

“If Jamie wants it down he’ll take it down,” her husband tells her.

---

She sees her son crouching, defeated, on Wembley grass, and her heart breaks for him. Two days later he’s outside her door and in her arms and he’s talking like he hasn’t talked to her since he was loaned to Richmond and her heart breaks for him all over again.

She can’t wish she had never gotten with his wanker of a father, for how can she, when she got Jamie out if? Still, there’s no stopping her from wishing James falls down a sewer and drowns in shit, gagging on it as he goes.

“And I’m just standing there, like I couldn’t move or something, right, but then Roy walks over and I though he was going to fucking punch me, but he just hugged me, like really tight, and I fucking bawled my eyes out. Dead embarrassing, it was, but… made me feel safe, too. Made me think of you.”

She stops flipping the poster off, after that

---

“So Roy offered to train me, special,” Jamie says, and she thinks it sounds a bit like torture personally, the things Kent is apparently having him do in the middle of the bloody night, but Jamie’s nothing but enthusiasm and barely contained pride so she’s happy for him.

---

She knows that other parents might have been surprised to see their son befriend and then bring home people whose pictures he still has on his wall, but their sons are not Jamie, are they?

Roy Kent proves far less domineering than she might have suspected. Doesn’t shout once, is polite about Simon’s baking, and tells her he loves her before he leaves. Definitively has some issues, but seems a nice enough lad for all of that.

---

Simon drives them down to London for Jamie’s 26:th birtday and it’s only the third time she’s ever been to his Richmond home. As she exits the car, Roy Kent exits Jamie’s front door and pauses at the sight of her.

“Hey,” he says, and it’s a bit endearing, the way he sounds unsure, like he doesn’t know what to make of her or how to act around her.

No need for any of that, though.

“There he is,” she exclaims, adding, “I’m going to hug you now,” before doing just that.

His body is solid and hard and held so fucking stiff, but after just a moment – surprisingly quickly, really – he relaxes into the embrace, like maybe it’s one he’s been wanting for a very long time. He holds her tight and she lets him and she can see what Jamie means about him being a great hugger.

Eventually, she gently pulls back a little, so she can smile up at him as she says, “Thank you.”

Off his furrowed brow, she continues, “For what you’ve done for our Jamie. I know it’s meant a lot to him, you training him and being his friend and everything.”

“Oh. Jamie’s told you about that, has he?”

And she must raise her eyebrows at that, kindly but incredulously. “Of course he has, love. Never shuts up about you, does he?”

As it turns out, Roy Kent does know how to smile after all.

#georgie tartt #roy kent #jamie tartt #roy & jamie #ficlet #my stuff #like jamie's whole thing with roy is such a wild thing but i feel like georgie would just have been so decidedly NOT surprised about it #of course her special boy and golden child is going to become bff:s (and maybe more!) with his favourite football player #that's just jamie right?#also roy probably need a mummy hug SO BAD

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kaijuno · 1 year ago

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In light of Fall Out Boy’s GARBAGE cover of the song. Let’s learn about the original. Notice how they’re actually in chronological order instead of just random references 😒😒😒😒

1949

Harry Truman was inaugurated as U.S. president after being elected in 1948 to his own term; previously he was sworn in following the death of Franklin D. Roosevelt. He authorized the use of atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan during World War II, on August 6 and August 9, 1945, respectively.

Doris Day enters the public spotlight with the films My Dream Is Yours and It’s a Great Feeling as well as popular songs like “It’s Magic”; divorces her second husband.

Red China: The Communist Party of China wins the Chinese Civil War, establishing the People’s Republic of China.

Johnnie Ray signs his first recording contract with Okeh Records, although he would not become popular for another two years.

South Pacific, the prize-winning musical, opens on Broadway on April 7.

Walter Winchell is an aggressive radio and newspaper journalist credited with inventing the gossip column.

Joe DiMaggio and the New York Yankees go to the World Series five times in the 1940s, winning four of them.

1950

Joe McCarthy, the US Senator, gains national attention and begins his anti-communist crusade with his Lincoln Day speech.

Richard Nixon is first elected to the United States Senate.

Studebaker, a popular car company, begins its financial downfall.

Television is becoming widespread throughout Europe and North America.

North Korea and South Korea declare war after Northern forces stream south on June 25.

Marilyn Monroe soars in popularity with five new movies, including The Asphalt Jungle and All About Eve, and attempts suicide after the death of friend Johnny Hyde who asked to marry her several times, but she refused respectfully. Monroe would later (1954) be married for a brief time to Joe DiMaggio (mentioned in the previous verse).

1951

The Rosenbergs, Ethel and Julius, were convicted on March 29 for espionage.

H-Bomb is in the middle of its development as a nuclear weapon, announced in early 1950 and first tested in late 1952.

Sugar Ray Robinson, a champion welterweight boxer.

Panmunjom, the border village in Korea, is the location of truce talks between the parties of the Korean War.

Marlon Brando is nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor for his role in A Streetcar Named Desire.

The King and I, musical, opens on Broadway on March 29.

The Catcher in the Rye, a controversial novel by J. D. Salinger, is published.

1952

Dwight D. Eisenhower is first elected as U.S. president, winning by a landslide margin of 442 to 89 electoral votes.

The vaccine for polio is privately tested by Jonas Salk.

England’s got a new queen: Queen Elizabeth II succeeds to the throne upon the death of her father, George VI, and is crowned the next year.

Rocky Marciano defeats Jersey Joe Walcott, becoming the world Heavyweight champion.

Liberace has a popular 1950s television show for his musical entertainment.

Santayana goodbye: George Santayana, philosopher, essayist, poet, and novelist, dies on September 26.

1953

Joseph Stalin dies on March 5, yielding his position as leader of the Soviet Union.

Georgy Maksimilianovich Malenkov succeeds Stalin for six months following his death. Malenkov had presided over Stalin’s purges of party “enemies”, but would be spared a similar fate by Nikita Khrushchev mentioned later in verse.

Gamal Abdel Nasser acts as the true power behind the new Egyptian nation as Muhammad Naguib’s minister of the interior.

Sergei Prokofiev, the composer, dies on March 5, the same day as Stalin.

Winthrop Rockefeller and his wife Barbara are involved in a highly publicized divorce, culminating in 1954 with a record-breaking $5.5 million settlement.

Roy Campanella, an African-American baseball catcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers, receives the National League’s Most Valuable Player award for the second time.

Communist bloc is a group of communist nations dominated by the Soviet Union at this time. Probably a reference to the Uprising of 1953 in East Germany.

1954

Roy Cohn resigns as Joseph McCarthy’s chief counsel and enters private practice with the fall of McCarthy. He also worked to prosecute the Rosenbergs, mentioned earlier.

Juan Perón spends his last full year as President of Argentina before a September 1955 coup.

Arturo Toscanini is at the height of his fame as a conductor, performing regularly with the NBC Symphony Orchestra on national radio.

Dacron is an early artificial fiber made from the same plastic as polyester.

Dien Bien Phu falls. A village in North Vietnam falls to Viet Minh forces under Vo Nguyen Giap, leading to the creation of North Vietnam and South Vietnam as separate states.

“Rock Around the Clock” is a hit single released by Bill Haley & His Comets in May, spurring worldwide interest in rock and roll music.

1955

Albert Einstein dies on April 18 at the age of 76.

James Dean achieves success with East of Eden and Rebel Without a Cause, gets nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actor, and dies in a car accident on September 30 at the age of 24.

Brooklyn’s got a winning team: The Brooklyn Dodgers win the World Series for the only time before their move to Los Angeles.

Davy Crockett is a Disney television miniseries about the legendary frontiersman of the same name. The show was a huge hit with young boys and inspired a short-lived “coonskin cap” craze.

Peter Pan is broadcast on TV live and in color from the 1954 version of the stage musical starring Mary Martin on March 7. Disney released an animated version the previous year.

Elvis Presley signs with RCA Records on November 21, beginning his pop career.

Disneyland opens on July 17, 1955 as Walt Disney’s first theme park.

1956

Brigitte Bardot appears in her first mainstream film And God Created Woman and establishes an international reputation as a French “sex kitten”.

Budapest is the capital city of Hungary and site of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution.

Alabama is the site of the Montgomery Bus Boycott which ultimately led to the removal of the last race laws in the USA. Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr figure prominently.

Nikita Khrushchev makes his famous Secret Speech denouncing Stalin’s “cult of personality” on February 25.

Princess Grace Kelly releases her last film, High Society, and marries Prince Rainier III of Monaco.

Peyton Place, the best-selling novel by Grace Metalious, is published. Though mild compared to today’s prime time, it shocked the reserved values of the 1950s.

Trouble in the Suez: The Suez Crisis boils as Egypt nationalizes the Suez Canal on October 29.

1957

Little Rock, Arkansas is the site of an anti-integration standoff, as Governor Orval Faubus stops the Little Rock Nine from attending Little Rock Central High School and President Dwight D. Eisenhower deploys the 101st Airborne Division to counteract him.

Boris Pasternak, the Russian author, publishes his famous novel Doctor Zhivago.

Mickey Mantle is in the middle of his career as a famous New York Yankees outfielder and American League All-Star for the sixth year in a row.

Jack Kerouac publishes his first novel in seven years, On the Road.

Sputnik becomes the first artificial satellite, launched by the Soviet Union on October 4, marking the start of the space race.

Chou En-Lai, Premier of the People’s Republic of China, survives an assassination attempt on the charter airliner Kashmir Princess.

Bridge on the River Kwai is released as a film adaptation of the 1954 novel and receives seven Academy Awards, including Best Picture.

1958

Lebanon is engulfed in a political and religious crisis that eventually involves U.S. intervention.

Charles de Gaulle is elected first president of the French Fifth Republic following the Algerian Crisis.

California baseball begins as the Brooklyn Dodgers and New York Giants move to California and become the Los Angeles Dodgers and San Francisco Giants. They are the first major league teams west of Kansas City.

Charles Starkweather Homicide captures the attention of Americans, in which he kills eleven people between January 25 and 29 before being caught in a massive manhunt in Douglas, Wyoming.

Children of Thalidomide: Mothers taking the drug Thalidomide had children born with congenital birth defects caused by the sleeping aid and antiemetic, which was also used at times to treat morning sickness.

1959

Buddy Holly dies in a plane crash on February 3 with Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper, in a day that had a devastating impact on the country and youth culture. Joel prefaces the lyric with a Holly signature vocal hiccup: “Uh-huh, uh-huh.”

Ben-Hur, a film based around the New Testament starring Charlton Heston, wins eleven Academy Awards, including Best Picture.

Space Monkey: Able and Miss Baker return to Earth from space aboard the flight Jupiter AM-18.

The Mafia are the center of attention for the FBI and public attention builds to this organized crime society with a historically Sicilian-American origin.

Hula hoops reach 100 million in sales as the latest toy fad.

Fidel Castro comes to power after a revolution in Cuba and visits the United States later that year on an unofficial twelve-day tour.

Edsel is a no-go: Production of this car marque ends after only three years due to poor sales.

1960

U-2: An American U-2 spy plane piloted by Francis Gary Powers was shot down over the Soviet Union, causing the U-2 Crisis of 1960.

Syngman Rhee was rescued by the CIA after being forced to resign as leader of South Korea for allegedly fixing an election and embezzling more than US $20 million.

Payola, illegal payments for radio broadcasting of songs, was publicized due to Dick Clark’s testimony before Congress and Alan Freed’s public disgrace.

John F. Kennedy beats Richard Nixon in the November 8 general election.

Chubby Checker popularizes the dance The Twist with his cover of the song of the same name.

Psycho: An Alfred Hitchcock thriller, based on a pulp novel by Robert Bloch and adapted by Joseph Stefano, which becomes a landmark in graphic violence and cinema sensationalism. The screeching violins heard briefly in the background of the song are a trademark of the film’s soundtrack.

Belgians in the Congo: The Republic of the Congo (Leopoldville) was declared independent of Belgium on June 30, with Joseph Kasavubu as President and Patrice Lumumba as Prime Minister.

1961

Ernest Hemingway commits suicide on July 2 after a long battle with depression.

Adolf Eichmann, a “most wanted” Nazi war criminal, is traced to Argentina and captured by Mossad agents. He is covertly taken to Israel where he is put on trial for crimes against humanityin Germany during World War II, convicted, and hanged.

Stranger in a Strange Land, written by Robert A. Heinlein, is a breakthrough best-seller with themes of sexual freedom and liberation.

Bob Dylan is signed to Columbia Records after a New York Times review by critic Robert Shelton.

Berlin is separated into West Berlin and East Berlin, and from the rest of East Germany, when the Berlin Wall is erected on August 13 to prevent citizens escaping to the West.

The Bay of Pigs Invasion fails, an attempt by United States-trained Cuban exiles to invade Cuba and overthrow Fidel Castro.

1962

Lawrence of Arabia: The Academy Award-winning film based on the life of T. E. Lawrence starring Peter O’Toole premieres in America on December 16.

British Beatlemania: The Beatles, a British rock group, gain Ringo Starr as drummer and Brian Epstein as manager, and join the EMI’s Parlophone label. They soon become the world’s most famous rock band, with the word “Beatlemania” adopted by the press for their fans’ unprecedented enthusiasm. It also began the British Invasion in the United States.

Ole’ Miss: James Meredith integrates the University of Mississippi

John Glenn: Flew the first American manned orbital mission termed “Friendship 7” on February 20.

Liston beats Patterson: Sonny Liston and Floyd Patterson fight for the world heavyweight championship on September 25, ending in a first-round knockout. This match marked the first time Patterson had ever been knocked out and one of only eight losses in his 20-year professional career.

1963

Pope Paul VI: Cardinal Giovanni Montini is elected to the papacy and takes the papal name of Paul VI.

Malcolm X makes his infamous statement “The chickens have come home to roost” about the Kennedy assassination, thus causing the Nation of Islam to censor him.

British politician sex: The British Secretary of State for War, John Profumo, has a relationship with a showgirl, and then lies when questioned about it before the House of Commons. When the truth came out, it led to his own resignation and undermined the credibility of the Prime Minister.

JFK blown away: President John F. Kennedy is assassinated on November 22 while riding in an open convertible through Dallas.

1965

Birth control: In the early 1960s, oral contraceptives, popularly known as “the pill”, first go on the market and are extremely popular. Griswold v. Connecticut in 1965 challenged a Connecticut law prohibiting contraceptives. In 1968, Pope Paul VI released a papal encyclical entitled Humanae Vitae which declared artificial birth control a sin.

Ho Chi Minh: A Vietnamese communist, who served as President of Vietnam from 1954–1969. March 2 Operation Rolling Thunder begins bombing of the Ho Chi Minh Trail supply line from North Vietnam to the Vietcong rebels in the south. On March 8, the first U.S. combat troops, 3,500 marines, land in South Vietnam.

1968

Richard Nixon back again: Former Vice President Nixon is elected President in 1968.

1969

Moonshot: Apollo 11, the first manned lunar landing, successfully lands on the moon.

Woodstock: Famous rock and roll festival of 1969 that came to be the epitome of the counterculture movement.

1974–75

Watergate: Political scandal that began when the Democratic National Committee’s headquarters at the Watergate office complex in Washington, DC was broken into. After the break-in, word began to spread that President Richard Nixon (a Republican) may have known about the break-in, and tried to cover it up. The scandal would ultimately result in the resignation of President Nixon, and to date, this remains the only time that anyone has ever resigned the United States Presidency.

Punk rock: The Ramones form, with the Sex Pistols following in 1975, bringing in the punk era.

1976–77

(An item from 1977 comes before three items from 1976 to make the song scan.)

Menachem Begin becomes Prime Minister of Israel in 1977 and negotiates the Camp David Accords with Egypt’s president in 1978.

Ronald Reagan was elected President of the United States in 1980, but he first attempted to run for the position in 1976.

Palestine: a United Nations resolution that calls for an independent Palestinian state and to end the Israeli occupation.

Terror on the airline: Numerous aircraft hijackings take place, specifically, the Palestinian hijack of Air France Flight 139 and the subsequent Operation Entebbe in Uganda.

1979

Ayatollah’s in Iran: During the Iranian Revolution of 1979, the West-backed and secular Shah is overthrown as the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini gains power after years in exile and forces Islamic law.

Russians in Afghanistan: Following their move into Afghanistan, Soviet forces fight a ten-year war, from 1979 to 1989.

1983

Wheel of Fortune: A hit television game show which has been TV’s highest-rated syndicated program since 1983.

Sally Ride: In 1983 she becomes the first American woman in space. Ride’s quip from space “Better than an E-ticket”, harkens back to the opening of Disneyland mentioned earlier, with the E-ticket purchase needed for the best rides.

Heavy metal suicide: In the 1980s Ozzy Osbourne and the bands Judas Priest and Metallica were brought to court by parents who accused the musicians of hiding subliminal pro-suicide messages in their music.

Foreign debts: Persistent U.S. trade deficits

Homeless vets: Veterans of the Vietnam War, including many disabled ex-military, are reported to be left homeless and impoverished.

AIDS: A collection of symptoms and infections in humans resulting from the specific damage to the immune system caused by infection with the human immunodeficiency virus (HIV). It is first detected and recognized in the 1980s, and was on its way to becoming a pandemic.

Crack cocaine use surged in the mid-to-late 1980s.

1984

Bernie Goetz: On December 22, Goetz shot four young men who he said were threatening him on a New York City subway. Goetz was charged with attempted murder but was acquitted of the charges, though convicted of carrying an unlicensed gun.

1988

Hypodermics on the shore: Medical waste was found washed up on beaches in New Jersey after being illegally dumped at sea. Before this event, waste dumped in the oceans was an “out of sight, out of mind” affair. This has been cited as one of the crucial turning points in popular opinion on environmentalism.

1989

China’s under martial law: On May 20, China declares martial law, enabling them to use force of arms against protesting students to end the Tiananmen Square protests.

Rock-and-roller cola wars: Soft drink giants Coke and Pepsi each run marketing campaigns using rock & roll and popular music stars to reach the teenage and young adult demographic.

Short summaries of all 119 references mentioned in the song, you’re welcome.

#look fall out boy is one of my fave bands but this is inexcusable #fall out boy #Billy Joel #music #Spotify

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ingek73 · 5 months ago

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Meghan: I’m airing my struggle with suicidal thoughts to help others

Duke and Duchess of Sussex appear on US television to publicise project to tackle child safety online

Caroline Davies

Sun 4 Aug 2024 18.41 CEST

The Duchess of Sussex has spoken about her struggles with mental health and suicidal thoughts as she and her husband launched an initiative to tackle child safety online.

Meghan, who revealed in an interview with Oprah Winfrey three years ago that she thought of taking her own life while a working royal, said she hoped by speaking out she could help others.

“When you’ve been through any level of pain or trauma, I believe part of our healing journey – certainly part of mine – is being able to be really open about it,” she said on Sunday in a joint interview with Prince Harry on the US network CBS.

“And you know, I haven’t really scraped the surface on my experience. But I do think that I would never want someone else to feel that way. And I would never want someone else to be making those sort of plans. And I would never want someone else to not be believed.

“So, if me voicing what I have overcome will save someone, or encourage someone in their life to really genuinely check in on them and not assume that the appearance is good, so everything’s OK, then that’s worth it. I’ll take a hit for that.”

The duchess, 43, was speaking as the couple, parents to Prince Archie, five, and Princess Lilibet, three, launched the Parents’ Network, in association with their Archewell Foundation, to provide an online community and resources to help combat social media harm. The No Child Lost to Social Media campaign was set up after a two-year pilot programme with families whose children had felt the harmful effects of social media.

Prince Harry said the grief these families had suffered could happen to anyone. “We always talk about in the olden days if your kids were under your roof, you knew what they were up to. At least they were safe, right? And now, they could be in the next-door room on a tablet or on a phone and can be going down these rabbit holes. And before you know it, within 24 hours, they could be taking their life.”

In the couple’s 2021 interview with Winfrey, Meghan told the chatshow host: “Look, I was really ashamed to say it at the time, and ashamed to have to admit it to Harry especially, because I know how much loss he suffered. But I knew that if I didn’t say it, that I would do it … and I just didn’t want to be alive any more. That was a clear, real, frightening and constant thought.”

Speaking of the Parents’ Network, she told CBS on Sunday: “I think you have to start somewhere, to look at it through the lens of, ‘What if it was my daughter? What if it was my son? My son, or my daughter who comes home, who are joyful, who I love, and one day, right under my roof, our entire lives change because of something that was completely out of our control?’” She said that, for a parent, the only way to look at the problem was to try to find a solution.

In the UK and Ireland, Samaritans can be contacted on freephone 116 123, or email [email protected] or [email protected]. In the US, you can call or text the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline on 988, chat on 988lifeline.org, or text HOME to 741741 to connect with a crisis counselor. In Australia, the crisis support service Lifeline is 13 11 14. Other international helplines can be found at befrienders.org

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#tw: suidice #prince harry #meghan markle #the parents network #no child lost to social media #social media #Youtube

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thecharlestonroyalfamily · 7 months ago

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So do you remember the royal consorts portraits going around royal simblr? Well inspired by @funkyllama, @warwickroyals, @thegrimalldis and @trentonsimblr I did my version of it but instead of it being just consorts this gallery also features some of Charleston's most notable rulers! Have a calming drink cause it's a long post!

King Henri & Queen Astrid [ruled from 1382 to 1401]. Founders and the first King and Queen of Charleston.

King Erik ‘the Bloodfist’ & Queen Sigrid [ruled from 1435 to 1448]. Successful war leaders who united the warring Northern Tribes and conquered parts of Nord and Rionnag. They were also both spellcasters.

Queen Sofia [ruled from 1448 to 1549]. The first female ruler of Charleston and also the youngest monarch to ever rule. Changed the succession law to equal. Had 3 husbands during her reign. Was a spellcaster like her parents. She also currently has the longest reign.

Queen Märtha [ruled from 1562 to 1576]. Second wife of King Fredrik. She was a Nordian princess that married Fredrik for political reasons, but the couple ended up actually falling in love. During her reign she convinced Fredrik to return taken territories back to Rionnag and Nord and established Nord as a minority language.

Queen Henrietta [ruled from 1662 to 1677]. First consort with a university education. Established laws for women's equality as well as criminalized marriages for anyone under the age of 15. She was also an excellent spymaster.

Queen Sylvia [ruled from 1732 to 1753]. A known patron of arts she helped funding the construction of Charleston's Opera House. Took over the crown after the death of her husband, King Gustav III and reigned until her death.

Queen Victoria I & Prince Consort Harald. [Ruled from 1834 to 1870]. Victoria I wrote several laws protecting children's rights into action, including work laws and the age of equal consent. Harald was one of the founding members of the Nordic Alliance and served as a representative there during it's first 3 years.

Queen Inga & Sir Arthur Johnson [Ruled from 1887 to 1935]. Queen Inga is the only ruler to have used a veto for their marriage. She took the crown after the death of her first husband King Gustav VI; who famously ordered the Spellcaster Purge. Sir Arthur was the last active duty royal knight, and an important character in stabilizing the nation after the purge and it's resulted conflicts.

King Carl-Gustav IV & Queen Arianne (pictured here as Crown Prince and Princess) [Ruled from 1935 to 1960]. First royal couple to have their wedding televised. Both were well known children's rights advocates and build multiple safe homes for kids around the world. Queen Arianne also founded the Children's Royal Library, a charity organization focusing on giving books to children and raising literacy rates.

King Daniel [Ruled from 1992 to 2004] & Queen Marissa [Ruled from 2004 to 2026]. During his rule Daniel added a third gender option to law and hosted multiple LGBT+ charity events. His wife Marissa continued his work after his passing and was a very vocal supporter of her grandson Henrik's relationship with Michael.

Queen Victoria II & Prince Consort Benjamin [Ruled from 2026 - 2036]. Victoria II abolished the law preventing heirs from marrying foreigners in 2034. She also was an accomplished military general and diplomat. Benjamin was a human rights advocate and an exceptional diplomat who's efforts in the field gained him several medals of recognition, the highest being the Nordic Union Cross of diplomacy.

King Henrik & Prince Consort Michael [Ruled from 2036 - ]. First same sex ruling couple. Henrik legalized spellcasters and set them protection laws. He's also the first spellcaster ruler since The Spellcaster Purge. Michael is a former competitive swimmer and nowadays a patron of Charleston's national swimming team. He served in the military during the Charleston-Salix war and earned the "Heart of Lion" -medal of courage for his actions.

#that was a lot of people #and this isn't even everyone #why am I like this #the charleston royal family #ts4 royal family #ts4 monarchy #ts4 royalty #the sims royalty

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kandisheek · 7 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 22 – MCU

this is the long haul by meidui

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,357 Tags: First Dates, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining

Summary: It takes them eleven years to go on a first date.

Reasons why I love it: They're SO CUTE, oh my god, I can't! Steve, you oblivious fool, you could've had Tony ages ago! But I'm glad they got there in the end. This fic is wonderful, and I highly encourage you to read it, if you haven't already!

To Punch a Nazi by jellybeanforest

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 767 Tags: Politics, Punching Nazis, Humor and Fluff

Summary: “I can’t believe you punched a Neo-Nazi on national television.” “You’re surprised? I can’t believe there are still Nazis left to punch.”

Reasons why I love it: This absolutely feels like something Steve would do. And Tony's response is so very Tony too, it's great. I love the characterizations in this, the dialogue is hilarious, and the ending put the biggest smile on my face. This fic is fantastic, and I hope you give it a shot!

Haven't Met You Yet by JehBeeEh

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,649 Tags: No Powers AU, Domestic Fluff, In-Vitro-Fertilization

Summary: “Hey sweetheart,” Steve called out tiredly as he toed off his shoes. He heard a small sound that he thought might be hey coming from Tony. He threw his jacket on the chair nearest the door and walked towards his husband, who still hadn’t moved a muscle. He looked at the screen with an expression Steve had never quite seen on him. A mixture between the look of delight he got in the lab, when he was deep in some techy binge Steve did not understand, and a fondness that Steve usually saw directed at him. “Tony? Everything okay?” “Yeah,” he whispered, a smile creeping on his face, eyes still locked on the screen. He stretched a hand towards Steve, some slower version of a one-handed grabby hand directed at him. “Com'ere,” he mumbled, and Steve couldn’t help but smile. Steve sat next to him, Tony's arm curling around his waist to pull him as close as could be to him. He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaning his head against Tony's shoulder, feeling his husband's head drop against his the moment he was settled. “Look at this,” Tony told him as he restarted the video.

Reasons why I love it: You gotta love it when a fic is both entertaining and educational. I don't know a lot about IVF, but after reading this, I definitely want to learn more! This fic just warms my heart, it's so fluffy and sweet, and I hope that Steve and Tony get the happy ending they deserve. Definitely check this one out, it's amazing!

Operation Check Yes or No by avengersandco

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 2,797 Tags: Getting Together, Flirting, Fluff and Humor

Summary: Steve just wants Tony to notice him, but he’s not sure how. Lucky for him, his friends help him make a plan to capture the attention of the one he wants.

Reasons why I love it: Gah, they are SO CUTE! I love how the rest of the team despairs at their antics while Steve and Tony remain utterly oblivious. And Steve's methods of flirting with Tony are adorable, I love every single scene. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

Last Call by antithestral

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,330 Tags: Fluff and Humor, Alcohol, First Kiss

Summary: “Still,” Steve said softly. “You should let me buy you a drink, one of these days.” Tony glanced up at him, puzzled, tense, trying to figure out what that meant, what Steve meant, trying to look past the thing he… wanted it, so desperately, to mean. “Yeah?” Steve slanted a glance at him, from underneath his lashes. His mouth gleamed from the cognac, shiny and wet, and his eyes were dark, fathomless, stunning. “Yeah.”

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, I don't know why I find Steve needing some liquid courage to make a move on Tony so goddamn adorable, but I really do. I also love Tony being the responsible adult in all of this, it's a part of his character that I think really doesn't get explored enough, and this version of him is just perfect. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so please give it a shot!

#marvel #fanfic #stony #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

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passionateseadruid · 7 months ago

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broken beyond repair?

Summary:

It had been 65 years since you died and six months earlier you'd killed your husband. About 67 years ago you'd married the man who'd come to be known as Vox.

Notes:

Okay a few things: It has a slow intro but I promise it get's good. Not historically accurate also it takes place 2022 (Hazbin Hotel I'll say takes place 2024)

Cw: Abusive relationships, older man/younger woman, misogyny (well, it is from the 50s), pre canon, Vox’s (theorized) human name, also Valentino is mentioned.

Your parents smile at you as you look over the ticket to the set of JacxBox News. JaxcBox has several different television/radio shows but your favorite by far was the news channel. Now, don't get it twisted, the news is boring as hell (even back then (Back now?)); But the host has a sexy voice and the pictures of him in the newspaper made him look like an Adonis.

"Thank you Mama! Thank you Daddy!" You hug you parents (specifically your father).

"Molly Mayberry's parents had the idea to send you two girls to the see the live show." Your mother explains to you. Molly Mayberry; heiress to the Mayberry country club. She's been your best friend since you were five.

Your parents both worked to be able to afford the private school you went to, raising scorn and mockery from the rest of the community. See, you weren't rich but you were determined to change that. Someday you were going to marry a banker or a stock broker and you'd be able to set your parents up in a nice home maybe somewhere on the coast, and when they'd grow old you'd get them the nicest nurse your future husband's money could pay for.

"You mind if I call Molls? She's gonna be so jazzed." They nod and you flop down into the couch. You dial her number on the rotary, and hear it ring. "Hey! My parents just told me! So what are we gonna wear? Are we gonna match?"

"Who cares about that! My daddy says we can use his new blue fliptop! Hummy and Angie are going to be so jealous when we see them at tennis." Angie "Hummy" Drew and Eliana Pheen make up the rest of your little clique. Hummy is a sweet girl but she isn't very bright (at least that's what everyone else says); she's often humming to herself as a way to calm herself or focus her mind on the task at hand. Her parents have tried everything they can to "fix" her, with no shortage of funds coming from her fathers jewelry company. Eliana on the other hand is the strongest and tallest girl in the graduating class of '53; her dad was a world-famous tennis player for the national Spain tennis team in his youth and won gold for them in the 1936 Olympics. Her dad had to take her mom’s last name when he came over to live here.

"Sounds like a jam."

"I know! I'm gonna meet Vincent Audire! Now don't be jealous when he absolutely falls for me." Molly giggles. She was the leader of your guys little clique and if she liked a boy the other girls weren't allowed to pursue him. Your pretty sure that every time you liked a guy she tried to snatch him away. Your not sure why you were friends.

"He'll just adore you." You say supportively, despite the fact that it breaks your heart.

"Duh! Who wouldn't."

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It was a few days later and You and Molly sit in the audience and watch as the news is being recorded both on film and over the radio.

Vincent was a handsome man with dark, almost jet black, hair. He had there piercing blue eyes and a stunningly white smile. Your heart skips a beat every time he looks over at you two. Before the show he even winked in your direction. Of course Molly's sure it's for her. Why wouldn't it be. She's the one dressed to the nines in jewelry and a nice cherry red wiggle dress. She lent you some accessories to go with the dress you'd converted from an old poodle skirt Molly gave you into a petticoat.

After the show was over Molly sent you away to "get her something from the snack table in the lounge" so she could go cozy up to Vincent.

It didn't work apparently because he shows up in the lounge 50 seconds after you finish scooping something up for Molly.

"Hello sir." You smile at him.

"Hey doll. You come with that lady in the slim red dress? You two are rather young aren't you?"

"I don't s'pose so sir. We graduated just last week. Neither of us really fancy College. Molly's father prolly' gonna make her go to Radcliffe to meet one of those Harvard men. She's far more interested in you though sir."

"Oh really? What about you doll?"

"Me?" You ask surprised. "Well I s'pose I won't gonna go to college. I'll just marry one of Molly's father's friend's sons. Be a cute lil housewife, for a handsome rich man." You bat your lashes at him.

"Well that's probable for the best. Being a trophy wife suits someone of your skillset better than a housewife."

"And what do you mean by that sir?" You hesitate to ask. Oh if Molly saw you now she'd rip your head off.

"No one's being fooled by the botch job done on your dress. An old poodle skirt to a petticoat? You'd be better off using that pretty face of yours to please your husband." He ran one of his warm pale hands against your cheek. His knuckle feels alien yet comforting against you. "Doll. You wouldn't happen to be free tomorrow night would you?"

"I am."

"Would you want to go to my favorite restaurant with me? We could meet earlier and go get you something presentable."

"I'd love that, sir."

"Please Doll. Call me Vincent." He kisses your knuckles and walks off. "I'll meet you on boardwalk by the pier at noon." he says looking back. You nod and rush back to Molly with her snack.

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The next day he brought you around to a few fancy shops and bought you a tiki dress for dinner. He brought you out to this cute little Hawaiian Restaurant.

Later that night as he was walking you back to your front door he leaned down and kissed you straight on the lips.

"How forward of you Vincent!" You blush. He chuckles and hands you the bags from the shopping trip.

"Here's my number. Call me tomorrow to set up our next date doll." He kisses your cheek and walks back to his car.

"Okay. Have a good night Vincent."

After your second date he asked you to go steady. He takes you out every weekend. This went on for a while and your friend noticed.

"Alright, what's going on?" Molly asks almost annoyed.

"I'm going steady with a boy." You smiled dreamily.

"Hm? What's he like?" Hummy bounces her leg as she asks interested.

"Get your head out of la la land and focus on the game!" Eliana shouts from across the court.

"Don't see why you're upset. You two are winning." Molly snarks. "She's right though. I wanna win this game."

"Molly, no one's ever won against Eliana." You point out.

"Papa has!" Eliana exclaims.

"Oh thank you Eliana, for correcting me that the only person who's ever beaten you is the world famous tennis champion who taught you." You roll your eyes.

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It had been about six months of going steady and no one has been aware of it. But one day he went on the news channel, his smile slightly forced as he announced that in about two months he'd be taking two weeks off to go on his honeymoon. He called you onto the set with him and introduced you to the world.

You don't fail to notice the tight grip he kept around your shoulder. You don't think that he's all to pleased about what you told him just the night before.

Neither was Molly when she saw you on the news channel that evening. She was screaming, throwing things around her room, and according to Hummy she even assaulted one of the help.

You haven't seen Molly since you went on TV, but that wouldn't last long. She found you when you were out one day with Vincent.

"HOW COULD YOU!!" She charges at you and your Fiancé's bodyguard, Parker, steps in to protect you.

"Go back to the car Vincent I'll be there in a moment." He rolls his eyes but does as you say.

"You tramp! You knew how much I loved him!" Molly cries as tears stream down her face.

"I'm sorry Molly, but Vincent wants me."

"You... you really are dense! He doesn't want you! He wants an easy girl. He'll have his fun with you but in the end rich men will marry the daughters of other rich men."

"That's where you're wrong. I'm having his baby, that's why he put this rock on my hand."

She screams. She goes to pull on your hair but Parker steps up and in between the two of you. He escorts you back to the unpleased man in the black car.

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A year later you were living with a baby boy who absolutely adores you; and a husband how tosses you around like a used sock.

So here you sit. In the kitchen of your husband's mansion, feeding your beautiful baby; seeing as the help having the day off.

Your husband Vincent isn't exactly the nicest man. You have no idea what happened to him. The day before you told him you were pregnant he was buying you flowers and dresses, taking you out for dinner and spoon feeding you 100 dollar parfaits. then the second you told him his mood shifted.

Molly was right, you know that now. Vincent wasn't the marrying type. However, if you'd gone public with the news of your pregnancy his carrier would be over. He had no choice but the marry you.

"Hello Junior, how's my big man today?" Vincent asks, ruffling the boys black locks. As much as he now hates you you're glad to see he holds no resentment towards his son. It almost made up for the times he'd get drunk and throw things, complaining how you'd ruined his life (though thankfully there were no mentions of his son in those arguments), or all the nights he'd leave you cold and alone in bed, coming home with tacky shades of lipstick all over him. Yes he loves his son, but his wife on the other hand...

"Doll. Where's my drink? I told you I wanted one an hour ago." His demanding voice cut you out of your thoughts.

"You're not getting a drink. I'm done being your servant." You mumble, gritting your teeth.

He rolls his eyes and snorts, "Okay. Doll get me my-" He cut himself off as he felt a searing blinding pain in his side. He looks back at you, the silver knife in your hands now stained with crimson. He pushed you to the floor and headed into the living room. He tripped as you locked the door to the patio and closed the blinds.

"Honey... let's..." he pants, "lets talk about this, okay? You don't have to do this. I'm... I'm so sorry. Look love, you don't have to worry... I won't tell anyone. We'll say a tripped and fell onto a blade in the garage. I still love you, doll."

You grab the whisky from the drink you were supposed to fix him and splash it all over him.

"For what it's worth, I'll always love you Vincent." You tip the TV over on him and watch as it shorted out and caught fire. You quickly grabbed your son and the two emergency bags you'd packed the night before for the two of you and snag the keys to the car. You'll get the hell out of dodge, wait for the fire to spread and come back to put on the helpless wife routine.

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You s'pose karma has a was of coming back to bite you in in the ass.

Only six month after you'd killed your husband your old friend Molly broke in and stabs you. Luckily Junior was away with your parents for the weekend.

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When you awoke in hell you woke up to simple jabbing pain in your arm. "Ow." You see a few kids poking at you with forks. they had gray skin and black eyes.

Instinctually you pulled a needle out of your hair and pointed it at them. You hit it straight into the ground which caught the attention of some adults.

Some of them came up to you and you grab one and held the needle to their neck. "Everyone stay back, or the creepo gets it!" About five minutes later of you holding this man hostage and demanding safe passage to a safe haven a tall woman popped through the small crowd that formed.

"What's going on here?" She asks clearly unpleased.

"Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" You ask voice breaking as you speak, from fear or frustrated tears you're not sure.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that? You come to my town and start making demands like this, threatening my people."

"I don't want to! Those kids were poking me with a fork! I just... fear and adrenaline overtook me and now we're here. I just want to go home! I just want to see my baby boy again." Tears flowed from your eyes.

"Tina, Tommy! We do not play with or pick at our food. And we also do not eat living people. 'Kay darlin', just let Frankie go and we can talk." You did as the taller woman asks.

You still held the needle out just in case. "Darlin' I'm an overlord. A measly needle won't do you much good. The names Rosie. From what my people told me you got fast reflexes, and an itchin' to stab. We could use someone like that here." She wraps her arm around you. "You poor, poor thing. It's gonna be okay. Let Aunty Rosie take care of this mess. I'll explain everything to you but you gotta come with me. There are eyes and ears everywhere."

"You can say that again." She giggles at your little comment.

"Alastor will just adored you."

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It had been 65 years since you died and you'd been working for Rosie every day. You'd met Alastor on a handful of occasions and only briefly had conversations with him when you saw him. He was a nice enough fellow, albeit a bit spooky. Anyway back to your job for Rosie. You'd get requests from the cannibals and you'd go out and get them the meats they requested. Your Demonic power allowed you enhanced battle reflexes and speed as well as seeing where to get tools for different modes of murder and the steps to kill in different ways. Yes it was morbid but it kept a roof over your head and the sinners always grew back so it's not like it was really hurting anyone. While you hadn't sold your soul to her she basically owned you and protected you. It was nice to have someone who actually cared for you.

But that all came to a stop when you saw an add one day while walking back with your freshest orders. VoxTek with their signature slogan "Trust us... with your safety." The man on the screen, the voice telling you to trust him...

"Oh Vincent, what happened to you?" You stood there almost entranced as a voice called out form behind you.

"You happened to me." He placed his hands on your shoulders and you spun around and elbowed him in the stomach. "Oof! Okay doll, I see you wanna play rough." He hoisted you over his shoulder and Teleported you both through a street camera to a nice looking building.

"Valentino and Velvette are gonna kill me. Val especially."

"Let go of me!" You squirm and tried to hit him with your needles in your hair but neither make a dent.

He threw you onto a bed and paced back and forth in the room. The bed itself was nice. Prussian blue silk sheets and rose red and royal blue comforters sat on top of the bed.

"This is bad." Vincent, no, Vox paces back and forth. "This is really bad."

'You can say that again.' You think as you look around the room to see if anything can help you escape. You could take the comforters and sheets and wrap them around his head or his neck. You could...

"This is all your fault!" He shouted at you.

"My fault?! How is this my fault?!"

"You just had to stab me and end up down here didn't you!"

"Are you seriously going to blame me? Firstly We got together when I was 18 and you were 33 the blame should not be on me in that situation, and secondly You were the one who plopped down and took me back here!"

"You could have refused!" He defended.

"I did! I said I didn’t want to go with you when you kidnapped me!" You retorted.

"I meant every time we had sex! Every time we kissed! You weren’t complaining when you got a nice dress out of it! What, you think I wanted you to stab me? I begged you not to, I said we could talk, I told you I still loved you and would forgive you!" He grabbed your arm.

"Oh you loved me? Did you love me when you hit me? Did you think of me when you were fucking those prostitutes with that tacky orange lipstick? Were you jumping for joy on the inside while scowling at me when I told you I was pregnant? Did you ever love me or did you just love my holes? Huh? Did you?" You push and hit his chest.

He grasps both of your hands. "Of course I did! But you just made it so hard!"

"Oh did I?" You asked sarcastically.

"Yes, you did! If you hated it so much why didn’t you leave?"

"It was the 50's Vox! If I asked you for a divorce I'd never be able to see my son again, I wasn't willing to lose him!" Tears form in your eyes.

"But you were willing to loose me?"

"I really don't believe you were ever mine." Tears fully streamed down your cheeks.

"Oh and you're such a saint? The woman who said she'd always love me turned her back on me and tried to flee to live with the best friend of my greatest enemy."

"I said that I'd always love Vincent, not Vox."

"Are you Fucking kidding me? We're literally the same person!"

"Oh really? Vincent wouldn't hurt others to get what he wants."

"It's Hell babe." He rolls his eyes.

"Vincent wouldn't have kidnapped me." You point out.

"Vincent also wouldn't want his ex-wife to be able to spread rumors about him and ruin his image. Neither does Vox."

"I had a good thing going "Vox"! I had a job and I haven't thought of you once!" You screamed at him.

"Yeah well I'm more well off than you could ever imagine. I have a wonderful Boyfriend and we have a wonderful platonic friend who lives with us!"

" Okay, we worked out our problems, I won't spread any rumors about you and your harem or whatever. Can you please let me go now? I really don't care who you're fucking. It was till death do us part remember?"

"I can't let you go. What if you tell someone. I'll need some insurance."

"What do you want then?"

"I want your soul." He grins sinisterly.

"What...?"

"Think about it. You could continue to hunt people. Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want. Fuck whoever you want. Of course you wouldn't be allowed to live with any other Overlord especially not one that's so close to Alastor, but I'd let you live as far away from me as possible (I'd probably prefer that in all honesty). You could even continue to work for your little girlfriend. I'll get you all set up on the other side of Pentagram City and protect you should anything bad happen. After all, I am far more powerful than your little girlfriend. All this and all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and give me your pretty little soul." He circles you like a shark looking to attack it's prey. "And should you refuse. I'll throw you from the balcony and have someone pick up your splattered remains off of the ground to do it over and over again."

"I can have freedom and ALL you ask is to have me soul in you possession and for me to never speak of you again?"

"Correct... Doll." He chuckles darkly, holding out his hand.

"Deal."

Notes:

I left it open ended in case I ever feel like making a part 2 I also am looking into getting a banner.

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 8 months ago

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tuesday again 4/23/22

three months unemployed YAY. also wherein i get SUPER pressed about star wars lore

listening

funeral by tele novella. popped open tiktok to see something my best friend sent me and this was there, the first thing on the for you page. let's yoink a description of their previous album from an interview i'm going to quote at length in a bit: "The result was “exactly what we wanted it to be,” a perfumed mist of jingling, jangling, lilting, off-center pop—a strange little snowglobe gathering dust at the back of the shelf."

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the lyrics did hit me like a train bc i often find myself mourning places and situations that were not necessarily good for me but were familiar.

Oh, you're not tied up Here comes the train The tracks feel safe because you know 'em

if you had told me this was made in about 2007-2009ish i would have believed you. very spare production in the way folksier songs of the time were spare. a bit raspy and direct in her delivery. there's a bandcamp interview wherein i found out this is the side project of a vintage/antiques dealer and she has a fascinating perspective on her own music:

Her passion for the craft is evident—in our conversation as much as in listening to the band—but music, for her, is a means to an end, a way to transmit stories. “As a musician, I’m mediocre at best,” Ribbons says matter-of-factly. “I think that my talent lies in my storytelling ability. I think that I’m a good storyteller.” It’s something instilled in her by her grandparents, “voracious readers” who were always buying her books and secretly wanted Ribbons to be a writer, she suspects.

i really adored this whole album as a cohesive work. "vampire cowgirl" is another standout for obvious reasons.

youtube

You came barrelin' down Rabid with some talk Of a gal who rides at night Picking off the stock

remarkably good at reproducing the general vibe of the midcentury cowboy western album, when tv cowboys were sweeping the nation

reading

T. Kingfisher's Nettle & Bone. enjoyed it, but not quite as much as her other stuff. whereas her other series are almost always comical and often stray into farce, this one was a bit grim. even with the addition of a demonic chicken. had to stop and really think about if my own experience with funerals and funerary rites (too many, too often) was coloring this for me but i think it is simply not as funny or interested in being funny as her other works. not a ding against it, but not what i was really expecting or in the mood for. image from tor, let's yoink the description from macmillan

This isn't the kind of fairy tale where the princess marries a prince. It's the one where she kills him. Marra — a shy, convent-raised, third-born daughter — is relieved not to be married off for the sake of her parents’ throne. Her older sister wasn’t so fortunate though, and her royal husband is as abusive as he is powerful. From the safety of the convent, Marra wonders who will come to her sister’s rescue and put a stop to this. But after years of watching their families and kingdoms pretend all is well, Marra realizes if any hero is coming, it will have to be Marra herself. If Marra can complete three impossible tasks, a witch will grant her the tools she needs. But, as is the way in stories of princes and the impossible, these tasks are only the beginning of Marra’s strange and enchanting journey to save her sister and topple a throne.

paywalled article, sorry, but i personally have a bone to pick with fanduel due to [REDACTED INCIDENTS] from [PREVIOUS JOB] so it does not surprise me in the slightest that they don't really seem to be doing a single fucking thing about money-laundering. allegedly.

watching

the bad batch, or the 13/16 episodes of the third and final season that are out. all these images are from comicbookreview bc i watched this on my actual television

one of the plots i hate most is the trying to get someone back plot. for example, i think finding nemo does this really well bc it's also a coming of age/parenting movie. i do not think the second finding nemo movie does this well bc as soon as one person is reunited with the group, through a wacky series of coincidences they lose another member. plus that movie is part of the downturn of modern pixar where they forgot how to tell interesting stories but that's neither here nor there. the bad batch falls into the finding nemo 2 category. it's simply frustrating to watch. it turns into a desperate floundering after whoever happens to be missing instead of using a The Searchers style plot to say something about the act of the search itself. i realize i am once again saying "what if star wars was good" but like. come on.

the bad batch s3 is surprisingly focused on retroactively filling in the backstory of how and why palpatine got cloned with his force powers intact, which is apparently a difficult technical problem. i would have cared about this if this show came out before the last movie and we had a cool breadcrumb style approach leading up to the movie. unfortunately that movie (and the sequel trilogy more broadly) killed a lot of my interest in modern star wars. anyway, this cloning problem leads to a lot of very technical conversations in a children's' show that are interesting to me, a grownup, bc no star wars media has ever successfully explained 1) what midichlorians actually are and 2) the biological processes by which they operate but refuse to be cloned? which is extremely funny to me bc midicholrians aren't supposed to be real. qui-gon has that whole little speech and blood test in the phantom menace but the series had So scrupulously stayed away from explaining how the force works before that. they still fail to explain it but they at least attempt to break two inches of new ground. side note this show gives us TWO canon trans girl clones and i really wish they were in a better show.

it's annoying that i'm annoyed about a children's show meant to sell toys. some fun things: the pyke syndicate shows up, a slew of my favorite bounty hunters show up, this show is much better at painterly backgrounds and has an overall more concept-art feel than the clone wars proper or rebels. i think it would be cool if they stopped whitewashing the clones. i'm going to finish out the season but i don't exactly have a lot going on in my life right now. i am not terribly sad that this is the final season but BOY do they have a lot of loose ends to wrap up in three episodes.

playing

new genshin update on uhhh thursday and it's kind of exciting bc i THINK it will finally fill in this hole on the map and the associated shorelines of three different countries!

i thought i had long since found all the chests in liyue (the second area released) but in the process of doing a recently released character quest set in liyue i found another chest. this game is very good at hidden objectives and little secrets but i wish it was better at letting you know when you have Actually cleared an area completely of all the little hidden stuff. anyway i have been holding back the last character hangout (ningguang, my best beloved ruthless girlboss business high femme) for a terrible day and that day came! unfortunately hanging out with the fake pretend video game lesbian did make me feel better!

also unfortunately i fucked up and cannot count so the gacha pity system (every 90 pulls you're guaranteed a 5-star character) gave me Neuvillette. who i don't hate but i wasn't really planning on pulling for. i do like his questline and his voice actor, he simply doesn't fit in super well with a mono-electro team bc i play this game like an insane woman.

the real bitch of the thing keeping me from upgrading him is going out in the overworld and collecting enough sea stars. why can't he need flowers or little gears or anything else i have a thousand of.

anyway this gal will be dropping sometime in the next six weeks and i AM extremely excited to pull for her. she has some cool abilities (GUN) and is part of a popular pair with the steampunk lolita character i love and leads my other main team. i hope their abilities play well off each other but she has such a cool storyline and design i don't super care if she fits in with my playstyle. i will adapt for her in a way i am not willing to do with neuvilette

making

i am once again obsessed with gallery walls, bc a friend has asked me to find the correct gigantic size frames to put some comics on his wall, and that has given me an excuse to go to thrift stores again.

unfortunately i have mostly found frames for me, and the projects i have been working on have kind of a long tail of when they will actually be on my walls. i picked up four 16x20 frames for $2.50 each (solid wood! remarkably detailed!) bc i eventually want to put up these fallout maps in the style of national parks maps up on the map wall in my office. i suppose this means i should join @ruffledringdove and actually play '76, bc that's the one modern game i haven't played. these are getting scuff sanded with 120 and painted with a eggshell paint sample in a bright white u all know the drill at this point. ive painted a lot of frames in the past few weeks.

left is one of the painted 16x20 map frames, right i have also finally sanded and painted both 12x16 deckle-edged wood frames i picked up off the side of the road in MA. and found glass + backs for them! eventually i will procure fancy mats and print + frame my grandmothers' portraits. they will eventually go on the living room wall, which is a neutrals and blue-greens wall of slightly disdainful women. this will help me swap the three maps in there to the office map wall.

i have also acquired this gigantic plaster-over-wood mirror for $15. i am using leftover rub n buff bc i don't have a great spot to spraypaint here without sheeting my entire front porch, and rub n buff is way less susceptible to 80% humidity than spray paint. also i would have to buy spray paint. i am looking up suspiciously bc i thought there was a bug. not sure what mackie was looking at.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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twohearts-hs · 20 days ago

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Defying The Odds: 19 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 5.5k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Intimacy, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

Y/N had been hiding since she could remember in the motel room. She was recovering from the torture but also trying to figure out a game plan as she had no car, barely any money and no support.

However, as she turned on the television again she was met with Michael and Lincoln. They were on national television, being filmed for what sounded like the truth of it all. It was the The Company, the set up/framing of Lincoln, the truth of Mahone. She watched intensely.

Until Michael said her name…

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he spoke and Y/N’s heart dropped as she moved closer to the TV, reaching out.

“Y/N, if you’re listening, I know I can’t ask for another chance, I can only hope by now, you’ve found your safe haven. I took advantage of you, of your commitment to help others and it turned into a nightmare. I wish I could do things differently, but it’s too late for that now. It’s too late for you and for others. I’ve considered many ways to apologise but I must arrive at one,” he spoke.

It was a message. It was based on the Big Book for addicts. Y/N looked around the motel room, looking for one before finding it.

“I love you, Y/N. I always will,” Michael ended.

He wanted her to meet him at St. Thomas Hospital in Akron, Ohio at one.

She couldn’t get there though. She had no car. She needed to get creative.

“Michael Crane, you have a phone call. Repeat, Michael Crane you have a phone call.”

Y/N sat in her motel bed, phone against her ear as she heard the intercom. She tapped at her thigh as she waited, hoping he would get the message.

“This is Mr. Crane,” he spoke over the phone and Y/N let out a loud breath, head rolling back to hit the frame of the bed as she heard his voice.

“You’re there,” she whispered.

“I’m here,” he responded.

“I got your message, but I have no car. I couldn’t get to you in time so this was the only thing I could think of,” she explained.

“I swore I’d leave you alone, Y/N, but that note, it hurt me,” he whispered.

“I know, but I thought I was doing it to protect your safety.”

“I know, but I had to contact you,” he responded.

“Because I have something,” she muttered.

“How do you know?”

“Michael, back in Gila, I was going to come back to you once I realised. Somebody grabbed me…and they,” she took a deep breath. “They told me that my father had given me something.”

“Did someone hurt you?” he asked, voice low.

Someone did hurt her, but she couldn’t tell him that. “It’s ok. I got away,” she whispered, breathing heavily. “Michael, honey, I want this to be over,” she muttered, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. “I want our happy ending.”

“That makes two of us,” he spoke with a smile.

“Do you think that’s possible?” she asked, voice breathy and unsure.

“With your help, yes. It’s just a question of looking at whatever it is that your father gave you.”

“It’s just…it’s just a key,” Y/N muttered, looking at the golden key with a crown in the middle in her hand. “It’s just a key.”

“Well, we’ll figure it out. Together,” he promised.

Y/N nodded despite him not being able to see her. “I’d like that. Tell me where to meet you, Michael. I can’t be by myself anymore. I need you.”

“Evansville, Indianna. Atlantic Train. Platform four,” he said.

“Ok,” she whispered. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow,” he agreed.

“Michael,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” she muttered, closing her eyes as the tears fell.

“I love you more. See you tomorrow.”

She nodded, handing up the phone before going to sleep.

In Evansville, Indianna, Y/N got off the train, holding her bag close and pulling her jacket closer as she scanned the crowd of people. Michael should be there. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she walked around.

Then their eyes met. His beautiful baby blue, dressed in a sweater and a hat as he stood in the corner. Y/N picked up her pace lightly before smashing herself into him. Michael wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as his lips found hers.

“Hi,” she muttered, holding his cheek as she kissed them again. “I’m here,” she whispered. “You’re here. We can do this.”

Then he looked at her hair. Y/N cut it into a shorter hair cut from her normal long locks and Michael took a strand of hair.

“I was trying not to look like that awful mugshot of me,” she muttered as she held his hand. Her eyes darted over to Lincoln who stood next to Michael. “Hey, Linc.”

He smiled, saying his hello before she focused back on Michael. Michael grabbed her arm to squeeze but she instantly pulled away, wincing.

“Y/N?” he muttered, seeing her retract. His demeanour instantly changed, all worried now. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” she muttered, taking a step back, but Michael grabbed her arm and pulled the sleeve up to see the gash.

“Who the hell did this to you?” he spat.

“No one. I got away,” she muttered, pulling her sleeve down. “It’s in the past. I’m just happy I’m back with you,” she stated, hand coming to cup his cheek, thumb swiping against it as she smiled.

“You think we can do this?” she asked, getting straight to business.

“It depends on what your father gave you,” he replied, hand holding hers.

She took out the key from her pocket, handing it to Michael who looked at it. “Do you recognise it?” she asked.

Michael shook his head. “No, but…Y/N, we’ve got someone working with us now,” Michael stated.

Y/N turned her head and saw Kellerman and instantly, panic shattered through her body. She grasped Michael’s hand as she stared at him.

“Michael, we can’t trust him,” she whispered looking back to him. “He was the one who hurt me. He tried to drown me then electrocuted me before leaving me die in the bath,” she stated, licking her lips. Y/N explained what happened and instantly, she saw Michael going red but in his collective, calm way.

They walked to where Kellerman was, Michael had his hand on her lower back as he guided her.

“Hello, Y/N. What’s done is done. We all want the same thing. It’s good–“ Kellerman said lowly, smirking, however Michael thought to wipe that smirk off his face.

Instantly, Michael grabbed him, hands around his neck as he pushed him against the wall. Lincoln went for his hands so he could not defend himself.

“You didn’t tell us you left her to die,” Michael hissed.

“I was scaring her. I was going to pull her out,” Kellerman choked out.

Y/N shook her head watching this unfold. “No,” she whispered. “No…you left me there to drown," she said with confidence behind Michael.

“I wonder how long you can hold your breath. Maybe we should find out,” Michael threatened with his hand around his neck.

Michael eventually released him and Y/N grabbed him by the arm. “Why do we need him? We have the key, we’ll find out what it’s for,” she said, putting her key back in her pocket.

Michael turned to her, but Kellerman spoke up, “I can tell you what that key is for right now…It’s to a private cigar club.”

“Where?” Lincoln asked.

“Chicago,” Kellerman replied.

Y/N let out a sigh. Back to where it all started.

Kellerman went to try and get us onto the train to Chicago. Y/N sat on the bench, looking at her feet as she breathed heavily. They were going back to where it all started.

Lincoln came up, standing in front of her. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey, Linc,” she smiled lightly, looking up.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he spoke calmy, cool and calculated.

“If you say so,” she whispered back before looking at the ground.

“We’re going to use him to get what we want, then we dump him,” he said looking over at Kellerman and Michael. Lincoln adjusted his hat before sitting next to her on the bench. “I’m sorry you got involved in this,” he apologised.

“I escaped prison too,” she whispered with a chuckle.

“Yes, but you helping us…it means a lot,” he stated, eyes locked with hers. “And being with Michael, he needed someone like you. So, thank you.”

His hand went on and squeezed her forearm on her good arm as she looked at him. Kellerman came out and whistled, telling them to get in. Y/N walked onto the train, sitting next Michael as his hand came to squeeze her thigh while Lincoln went to a different row.

“We’ll be in Chicago in about five hours. You’ll want to get some rest,” Kellerman said, but Y/N ignored him and instead focused on Michael.

“You ok?” he whispered and she nodded, moving to put her head on his shoulder. Michael smiled, hand over thigh and tucking under as he pulled her closer.

Y/N closed her eyes as the train went, letting her fall asleep to Michael’s touch. After a while, Y/N was in and out of sleep when she felt his lips against her forehead. She smiled at his touch but her mind couldn’t help but flashback to Kellerman and what he did to her.

She shifted in her seat, sitting up straight to look around. Lincoln and Kellerman were asleep.

Y/N removed the drawstring from her sweater, playing with in front of her.

“Michael,” she whispered and he looked over, pulling him from his thoughts. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Michael nodded walking down the lane to the bathroom and Y/N followed. However, when she passed Kellerman he muttered, “It was never personal, Y/N. War never is.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, walking past him, winding up the drawstring before attacking Kellerman. She hooked it around his neck, pulling it back as she chocked him. Kellerman fought back, trying to get her to stop but all she had was flashbacks of the bathtub and the way he touched her. Kellerman was chocking, suffocating as she continued to pull back, not flinching as she tried to kill him.

“Y/N!” Lincoln said, moving up the lane to her. “Let him go. Now!”

Michael came back, trying to grab onto Y/N. “Y/N,” Michael tried, hand wrapping around her and pulling her off. Y/N let go and allowed Michael to pull her away from Kellerman.

“Settle down,” Michael whispered in her ear as she struggled against his hold.

However, Kellerman ran to her but got stopped by Lincoln. “You get one of those! You get one of those! One!” he yelled, pointing at her with his gun in hand.

Pounding at the door as Kellerman told everyone to get down. Michael put her down as she sat and he came to her ear. “What were you thinking?”

Kellerman talked to the train guy, trying to get him to mind his own business as Y/N ignored Michael. Once Kellerman was done with the train guy, he turned to face them. “Just so we’re clear. If she tries that again…”

“You’ll do what?”

“Just stay on the other side of the car,” Lincoln said.

“It wasn’t personal, Paul,” Y/N bit walking to the bathroom. However, Kellerman just chuckled.

Y/N hid in the bathroom, washing her hands and throwing some water on her face as she took deep breaths. She almost killed a guy and she was proud to do such a thing to a man like him. Her head hit the back of the door as she took deep breaths.

A knock came at the door. “Y/N?” Michael called his name.

“Not now, Michael,” she whispered.

Michael left but came back about ten minutes later. He came to the door of the bathroom and knocked. “Hey, Y/N?” he called.

“Come in,” she replied.

Michael hesitated for a moment outside the bathroom door, unsure of what he might find. But he knew Y/N needed him, even if she didn’t want to admit. Pushing the door open slowly, he found her standing in front of the mirror, hands gripping the edge of the sink. Her eyes were distant, clouded by the memories of what just transpired with Kellerman.

“Y/N,” he said softly, stepping into the cramped space, his presence almost filling the room. She didn’t look up, her knuckles turning white as gripped the sink harder, trying to control the storm raging inside her.

“I told myself I’d never be that woman again,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the pain in it it was unmistakeable. “The one who hurts others. The one who…enjoys it,” she chuckled in disbelief.

Michael stepped closer, his hand reaching hers. “You’re not that woman anymore.”

Her head shot up, her reflection meet his eyes through the mirror. “Aren’t I? I almost choked a man to death, Michael. I wanted to.” She let out a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m so tired of this – of running, of fighting, of watching people get hurt.”

Michael turned her to face him, his hands resting on her shoulders. “You’ve been through so much, Y/N. What Kellerman did…you didn’t deserve any of it. But you’re not going to be a killer again. You were defending yourself. He pushed too far.”

“I almost crossed the line.” She looked down, tears brimming in her eyes. “I used to enjoy killing bad men. It was a game. I was sick in the mind and now, I have all this guilt and envy for myself.”

He bought a hand to her face, tilting her chin so she’d meet his gaze. “You’re doing what you have to do, to survive. But I promise, this…this won’t last forever. We’ll find a way out.”

A single tear slid down her cheek, and she shook her head. “And my father... he’s gone because of this mess. Because of the choices I’ve made, the people I’ve been involved with.” Her voice broke, raw with guilt and sorrow. “If I had done things differently...”

“Your father didn’t die because of you,” Michael said firmly, brushing the tear away with his thumb. “He was caught in this, just like we all are. None of this is your fault.”

Y/N collapsed into his arms, her body shaking with quiet sobs. He held her tightly, his hand stroking her hair as he whispered reassurances. “We’ll get through this, together.”

After a few moments, her breathing slowed, and she pulled back, wiping her eyes. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” she admitted, her voice hoarse.

“We’re almost there,” Michael replied, his hand still cradling her face. “Just one more day, and we’ll be across the border. And then... no more running. No more looking over our shoulders.”

She stared at him, her brows furrowed with doubt. “You really think we can have that kind of life? A normal one?”

“I do,” he said, his voice soft but filled with certainty. “We’ll find a way to be happy. Together. I want that more than anything—for us.”

Y/N’s lips quivered, a mixture of hope and fear in her expression. “I want it too. But sometimes, it feels like... like I’m back in the mob, running from one threat to the next.”

Michael shook his head. “This is different. You have me. I’ll protect you.”

She let out a small laugh, but it was filled with pain. “It doesn’t feel so different sometimes.”

Before she could say anything else, Michael leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was slow at first, gentle, but quickly became something deeper, something more desperate. It was as if they both needed this, needed each other, to forget the chaos swirling around them. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, while her fingers tangled in his hair.

Y/N moaned softly against his lips, her body pressing into his as the kiss intensified. She climbed into his lap, straddling him, her hands trailing over his shoulders and down his chest. His hands followed the curve of her hips, dragging slowly over her skin, setting it on fire.

They were halted by the breaks and the train whistling. Y/N pulled away from Michael and looked at him. “We should go back,” she muttered, biting her lip and he nodded.

Lincoln went outside to see what was happening and up ahead was police cars blocking the tracks.

“Roadblock,” he announced.

Lincoln let them into the conductor’s room as it was locked.

“Run the roadblock,” Lincoln says looking ahead.

“Man, I can’t do that,” said the conductor.

“Run it!” Lincoln yelled, holding the gun to him. The throttle was placed to the five before honking the horn to tell them to move. The gun was pointed to the conductor by Kellerman and Y/N watched as they smashed into the police cars.

“They’re gonna have cops waiting for us at the next station,” Michael stated.

“We need to jump then,” Lincoln replied.

“And do what?” Kellerman added. “Hide under a barrel?”

“Linc’s right,” Michael says looking at his brother. However, the way he looked at him, Y/N knew Michael’s gears were turning and he was going to make a plan.

Michael got four people to dress like them then for them to call that there is four jumpers. That would get the police off of them for awhile as the police officers went after the decoys.

They got to the next station in different clothes so they wouldn’t be recognised.

“We need to find a car,” Lincoln said. All four of them walked around looking for a unlocked car to steal. Lincoln found one. Michael and Y/N got in the back while Kellerman and Lincoln were in the front.

“There are private humidors in the back. Each member’s name is on their box,” Kellerman explained as they parked outside the cigar club.

“Any security?”

“A receptionist, that’s it,” Kellerman explained. “I’m not a wanted fugitive. Give me the key, I’ll do it.”

Y/N scoffed shaking her head as she looked over at Michael. “Want to take a walk?” Michael asked with a smirk.

They walked across the street and Michael held the door for her, but he stopped her.

“I love you,” he whispered and she nodded.

“Me too,” she replied before walking in.

Y/N walked into the cigar club with the key in her hand before making her way to the boxes. Michael was at the bar, waiting for her.

However, as soon as she opened the door to where she needed to go, a voice called her name, “Miss. Y/L/N.”

Y/N looked over, eyes wide as she took in the man in front of her.

“I need to have a word with you,” the man said.

Y/N said nothing but stared.

“Miss. Y/L/N,” he tried again.

“Of course,” she muttered, going up to him and then dodging him to the exit. The man was hot on her heels as she made it to the exit.

Michael came out of nowhere. “It’s time to go,” he whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him.

They got out through the back exit and the alarm went. Michael grabbed her hand. “Come on, this way,” he said as they ran around the building.

They finally got back to the car, getting in as Michael explained that they didn’t get it.

“We need to get back in there soon. Once The Company figures out Y/N was in there, it won’t be long before they start wondering why. Find a spot close to the club and si tight. We’ll take the car and be back in a few hours,” Michael explained.

“Where are you going?” Lincoln asked.

“Turns out that maybe there’s one member of that club who can help us,” Michael stated.

“Who?” Lincoln asked as Michael handed him the pamphlet. “Pope?”

“Michael,” Y/N sighed. “Will this work?”

He looked over. “I don’t know, but have faith.”

Y/N knocked on the door, taking a deep breath as she waited.

“Just a minute!” Pope hollered.

Y/N stayed still looking behind her to see Michael and he nodded at her. The door opened and his excited, friendly face faltered at the sight of her.

“Pope,” Y/N said.

“What are you doing here?” he spat. “Besides fooling me and my doctor and fleeing my prison.”

“There’s something you need to hear, but first I ned to know you’ll listen,” Y/N said.

Pope shook his head. “I can assure you, Y/N, we’ve got nothing to discuss.”

Y/N put her feet between the door. “Sir, please, I need five minutes. After that, if you want us to leave, we will.”

“Who’s ‘us’?” he asked, confused.

Michael appeared out of nowhere coming into vision. Pope stared at him, mouth opened as Michael and him made eye contact. Y/N glanced over seeing Michael staring at Pope.

They walked inside and Pope took off his apron as he stated, “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Good, because that’s not why we’re here,” Michael replied, hands in his pocket.

Pope threw the apron onto the counter, creating some noise before pivoting to look at them. “What the hell are you thinking about?” he hissed. “Waltzing in here. You’re a wanted criminal! Both of you! In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve dedicated my career, my entire life, to keeping people like you two behind bars.”

“You’re talking about guilt people. My brother is innocent. And we may have the evidence to prove it,” Michael stated glancing over to Y/N.

“Well, I don’t care. I want you out of here,” Pope stated.

“It’s in a lockbox at the Corona de Oro Club and you’re a member,” Michael said so cooly.

“Out!” Pope barked.

“Henry, please listen,” Y/N tried.

He looked over to Y/N. “Y/N, you’re a murderer and a mobster. I could call Sebastian and hand you back to him, he’s been wanting–“

“My father was looking into the Burrows case when he was murdered. This key is the only thing I could recover from him,” she said holding up the key.

Pope looked at it, seeing key.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about you, your brother or her,” Pope said lowly. “I trusted you. I took you under my wing. I treated you like my own son. I believed you! Day after day, you lied to me,” Henry stated, walking away from them. “What kind of a man does that?” he yelled.

“A desperate one,” Michael said nodding his head.

“Yeah, well… You two made a big mistake coming here today. You give me no choice. I’m going to notify the authorities right now,” Pope said walking over to the phone.

Michael took a breath before pulling the gun out and pointing it to him. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that. I don’t want to hurt you, Henry.”

“Said by the man with the gun,” he retorted.

“If it’s the only way I can convince you, so be it,” Michael spoke.

“Well, you’re not gonna convince me by doing that,” Pope replied.

“I’m not the man you think I am,” Michael lowly said.

“Yeah, I have a pretty good idea who you are, Michael.”

“If that’s true, then you already know I never wanted to be in Fox River. I never wanted to meet you, Henry. I certainly didn’t want to ruin your life,” Michael said, holding the gun.

“Yeah, well, you’ve done a pretty damn good job of it.”

“Henry, we just want to save an innocent man. I just wanted to escape the mob–“

“I just want my brother’s life back. I’d do anything for that. I’d lay down my life,” Michael sternly said.

“Well, that’s easy for you to say, standing on that side of the gun,” Pope piped.

Michael put the gun down, turning it to face him and Y/N gasped lightly. “What if I’m standing on this side?” Michael whispered.

“I could shoot you right now and not even think twice,” Henry stated.

“But you won’t,” Michael replied. “You’ve spent too much time around prisons to throw your life away like that.”

“What the hell are you trying to pull?” Pope spat.

“It’s simple. That’s the key to an innocent man’s freedom,” Michael said looking over to the key which Y/N was holding. “Come on, Henry,” Michael whispered. “We both know there’s something going on here. Too many people have died. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t believe there’s a cover-up going on right now.”

“I’ve got no moral obligations here, Michael. As far as I know, Lincoln is as guilty as hell so is she.”

“Then take a ten minute drive with me and we’ll find out,” Michael fired back. “That’s all I ask.”

“Henry, you’ve looked into this before, you’ve thought about it. My father–“

“–I have and I’ve come to one conclusion. This has nothing to do with me. But I am a man of the law, and right now I’ve got two convicted felons standing inside my house!” he shouted.

“Well, maybe there’s something I can offer you to make you change your mind,” Michael spoke. “You come with us and help us…I’ll go back to prison,” Michael said and Y/N instantly went to him grabbing him by his arm.

“Michael, you can’t do that. You can’t do that to Linc…to me,” she pleaded, but he ignored her.

“If this is what it takes to free Linc, so be it,” Michael stated.

“Michael, I can’t live without you. Michael, I can’t–“

“–It’s ok,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

They got in the car, Pope in the front with Michael and Y/N in the back. Pope stared at Michael with this death glare, longing for his demise. Y/N handed him the key.

“You’re certain?” Pope asked. “About what’s in the box?”

“No, but it’s all we’ve got,” Michael replied.

“Thank you, Henry,” Y/N said from the back. “It means a lot.”

Pope got out of the car and walked to the cigar club. They watched as he disappeared.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/N asked.

“No,” he stated.

As Y/N and Michael sat in the car, the air around them was thick with anticipation, waiting for Pope to retrieve the item from the cigar club. The moments stretched long, the hum of the engine the only sound between them as the sun began to set on the horizon. Y/N glanced over at Michael, who was focused on the club entrance, his brow furrowed in that concentrated way that always made her heart skip.

“You know,” she began, breaking the silence. “You still owe me a date.”

Michael turned, his lips curving into that small, knowing smile. “A date?”

“Mhm.” Y/N folded her arms, pretending to be stern. “You promised me. Somewhere quiet, nice dinner. No cops, no mobsters, no chasing after prison break items. Just you and me.”

His smile widened, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. “That does sound nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. “Maybe a little overdue, don’t you think?”

Michael chuckled softly, glancing at the dashboard before turning fully to face her. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Her smile turned mischievous. “You better. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to remind you… like I did the other day.”

At that, Michael’s smirk faded into something softer, more intimate. He remembered exactly what she was talking about—their first time together, the way they finally let themselves give in to all the tension that had been simmering between them for so long. His eyes darkened a bit, but they were still warm, reflecting the memory of that night.

“I wasn’t exactly complaining,” he teased, his voice dropping just slightly.

Y/N bit her lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “Neither was I, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Michael’s fingers absentmindedly tapped the steering wheel, his gaze locking onto hers. “It was perfect,” he said softly, the sincerity in his voice making her heart flutter. “Better than I ever imagined.”

“Yeah?” she asked, her tone light but her heart racing. “I mean, I was hoping I didn’t disappoint you.”

Michael’s laugh was low, almost a groan. “Disappoint? You’re kidding, right? I’ve been trying not to think about it too much, or I’d lose focus.” His hand reached over, his fingers brushing the back of hers.

Y/N leaned in closer, her voice playful as she whispered, “Well, if you lose focus, I’d be happy to... remind you again sometime.”

He looked at her, and for a brief moment, the world outside the car—the danger, the running, the stakes—melted away. It was just them, sharing this stolen moment, their teasing turning into something more.

“I’d like that,” Michael murmured, his hand still resting against hers. His thumb traced small circles on her skin, and she could see the longing in his eyes, the same kind she felt burning in her own.

Y/N gave him a small grin, her heart skipping in her chest. “After that date, maybe?”

“Definitely,” he replied, leaning in just slightly. “But who says we have to wait?”

Y/N laughed, leaning back against the seat. “You’re impossible, Michael Scofield.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, his voice teasing but full of affection. Then his phone rang and Michael answered it, talking to Lincoln.

However, Pope was taking too long. But, then company showed up.

“Michael, he has a gun,” Y/N said.

“I know,” he replied, but Michael put the car in gear and sped to where Pope was, hitting Bill Kim. Pope climbed in.

Lincoln was beating up the agent when Michael yelled for him to get in the car. However, once he got in, Y/N saw Kellerman run to them, but she locked the door.

They got to Pope’s house and he got out, glaring at Michael as he walked away.

“What’s going on?” Lincoln asked.

Y/N closed her eyes and sighed.

“I made a deal with Pope,” Michael said, getting out of the car. Lincoln and Y/N followed.

“You made a deal with Pope? What kind of deal?” Lincoln barked as he followed him.

“Michael,” Y/N tried.

“If he came with us, and if we got what we needed, I said I’d turn myself in,” Michael lowly said.

“What?” Lincoln barked.

“It’s true. I tried to talk him out of it–“

“–Well, you obviously failed,” Lincoln yelled at her.

“Lincoln,” Michael scolded. “Don’t.”

“We don’t even know what this thing is!” Lincoln barked. “It could be nothing, Michael!”

“It’s the only thing I could think of. You two could still finish this,” Michael said. “You’ll just have to do it without me.”

“Michael,” Y/N said and he turned to look at her. Y/N walked up and hugged him, holding him close. “I am serious I can’t live without you and I don’t want to spend our lives talking behind a screen with you in handcuffs. If I can even get in the prison as I am a fugitive too.”

“I know,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you. I want you to be mine for the rest of our lives, but I understand–“

“–No, you don’t get to say that,” Y/N scolded. “I love you Michael Scofield,” she whispered, kissing his lips. “Forever and always.”

Michael let go of her as he walked to Pope.

“I won’t let you do this, Michael! There’s no coming back from this!” Lincoln yelled, pointing at him.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up and as they slid down. However, when Michael got up to Pope he said, “No, no.”

“What’s the hold up?”

“Your brother is right,” Pope said. “I wouldn’t count on the courts to show you any leniency in this.”

“That doesn’t matter. I said I’d hold up my end of the deal,” Michael said looking over to Y/N who was wiping the tears from her eyes. His heart broke.

“You already did.” Pope took out a USB hard drive and held it up. “I listened to this. You have something here. There’s going to be a lot of people who wish you didn’t, but you do,” Pope said, handing him the USB stick.

“Listen, Henry…”

“I’d go now if I were you. And don’t consider this forgiveness. In fact, I’m about ten seconds away from changing my mind,” he said.

Michael whispered his gratitude before turning back to them. Y/N thanked Pope before getting back in the car.

They got to a hotel room where they got a laptop and sat down around it, ready to listen to the flash drive. Michael sat down and Y/N sat on the desk next to him as he opened the laptop and plugged it in.

“Do you think it’s a conversation?” Y/N asked.

“One they don’t want us to hear,” Michael replied. “You ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

Here you go!

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