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lovesosweeet · 11 months ago

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KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 2

a calum hood songfic

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Calum didn’t want Tillie to be all he thought about, but she was. She littered his social media feeds, his camera roll, his playlists, his conversations… she was literally everywhere. Fuck, she somehow managed to be at nearly every party or event that he went to.

Tonight was no exception.

It was the night of the VMAs, an event both he and Tillie had been to before. They’d never been to it together, but then again, they had never actually been together. He hadn’t seen her intentionally in over a year. Their only interactions had been awkward, fleeting glances from across a crowded room or merely scrolling past photos of each other on Twitter or Instagram.

He knew she’d be here tonight. She just released a new single — a collaboration with The 1975 — and her sophomore album was up for a handful of awards. It was a great PR opportunity and surely she’d win something, so of course she would show up to an important event in the music industry.

He didn’t expect that she would be right next to his band on the red carpet where he could practically smell her. Tillie’s scent always brought memories flooding back. It was a mix of marijuana, Valentino Born in Roma Intense perfume, and, oddly, garlic. She always smelled like garlic. And he loved it.

He loved her.

The weird smell was just the tip of the iceberg for his discomfort. Not only was Tillie there, right next to them, but she had also brought a date. He knew she was dating someone new; the information was everywhere and he’d heard about him via Michael, who’d met him on a few occasions that Calum could barely stand to listen to stories about. The jealousy was gnawing at his stomach and threatened to creep up his throat.

She looked hot. She always did, but she put extra time into her appearance tonight and it paid off. She had chunky glitter highlighting the inner corners of her eyes, something she always did when she wanted a little extra spice for a special occasion.

Tillie was wearing an oversized white button up shirt that could’ve come from her date’s closet for all Calum knew, and the hint of a hem from a tiny black mini skirt peeked out the bottom of it. Her short legs were elongated by a pair of high heeled, knee high boots. In lieu of a tie, she wore a large satin bow on her collar that matched her bright red lipstick. Her long, currently black hair was straightened and tied back in a half updo, a matching red bow knotted around the ponytail.

He could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that, coupled with her plush red lips and exposed thighs, had his mouth going dry. She hadn’t even glanced at him and he’s already sweating at being so close to her again.

Her date, some ridiculously tall guy that plays for some basketball team somewhere in the country, matches her outfit with a nearly identical shirt, a red bow around his neck, but he’s wearing dark slacks that are patchworked from a mix of fabrics, some pinstriped, some dark gray, some black, and a few pops of navy blue, with platform Doc Martens on his feet.

Tillie dressed him, and he’s sure of it, and he’s jealous. He knows he is and he’s not in denial about it. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at her, either. He’s totally zoned out of the interview he’s currently a part of until Michael says Tillie’s name.

“I know that I’m stoked to see Tillie’s performance tonight,” Michael says, reminding Calum that Tillie will be performing her new single tonight.

The interviewer seems almost too excited at the mention of the petite girl standing a maximum of 10 feet away. “Understandable, I’m excited too! You guys and Tillie go way back, right? She opened for you a few years ago. Are you all still good friends?”

Calum clenches his jaw in frustration, breaking his gaze from being focused on Tillie to now staring at his own feet. He’s wearing Docs tonight, too.

“Oh, yeah, we love Tills. She actually helped write some of my new solo stuff that’s been in the works for a while,” Ashton says.

“She comes over to my house a few times a month unannounced,” Michael mentions with laughter.

“And how do you feel about that?” The interviewer asks. Once more, they seem almost too eager about the information the boys are giving.

“Like Ash said, we love her. She’s usually coming over to hang with the dogs and to binge some reality show with my wife or to challenge me to a Guitar Hero duel,” Michael says. “She has her own key. She’s totally welcome whenever she wants.”

“Why don’t we invite her to join your interview! A reunion of old friends. Looks like she’s on deck to be our next guest anyways,” the interviewer waves at Tillie and her new man to join the band. Tillie lights up when she realizes who’s next to her.

“Oh my god, if it isn’t my four little boys!” She cheers, scurrying over to wrap herself around Michael, squeezing between him and Luke. Her boyfriend — or whatever she’s calling him — stands off to the side, looking mildly uncomfortable due to being left out suddenly.

“Hi mum,” Michael says, grinning down at one of his very best friends.

“Tillie, thanks for coming over,” the interviewer says. She looks very excited by the fact that two artists are engaging on her account. It’s always great for engagement when artists and celebrities interact and she knows her boss will be pleased later on.

“Of course! I’ll take any excuse to see these dorks.”

“The boys have said they’re excited for your performance later. Any sneak peeks about what it’ll look like? It’s your first time performing it live, right?”

Tillie grins. She’s proud of herself. She’s always loved doing collabs, but The 1975 has seemed like an unattainable one until she ran into them at a festival a few months ago and she hung out with them for the day. Between all the alcohol the two parties consumed and Tillie’s loud, unfiltered nature, she brought it up and the band was instantly on board.

“Yes, it’s the first time,” she starts. “But, no sneak peeks! You know me better than to give that info away early, Angela!”

“Boys, is this your first time meeting Nick?” Angela asks. Calum has to hold back a snort as he learns the guy’s name. Of course, he has some douchey name like Nick.

“Mike got to meet him a few weeks ago, but the rest of them haven’t yet,” Tillie answers.

You haven’t spoken to me in a year, Calum thinks. Of course I haven’t met him.

“Michael, do you approve?”

Mike laughs. “No pressure, he’s only right there,” he says and motions to the tall man who’s standing about two meters away from them. “But yeah, I think he’s great. He and Matilda here are great together.”

Tillie glares at the mention of her full name and digs her elbow into Michael’s rib cage, making him glare back at her.

“So Tillie, your album just dropped. And boys, you’ve got one on the way, right?”

“Yeah, we’re stoked,” Luke says with a lopsided grin.

“You’re also performing tonight. Do I get any sneak peeks from you?”

“Think we’re gonna have to follow Tillie’s lead and say no sneak peeks, sorry!” Ashton apologizes.

“Well, I can’t wait to see what the five of you get up to on the stage. Thanks for chatting, but I think we’re out of time now.” Angela’s camera man gives her a signal that must mean that she’s low on time.

“Thanks for having us, Angie. Hope you enjoy the show,” Tillie says while offering her mischievous smile that has haunted Calum for far too long.

As the five of them step out of the camera’s frame, Tillie goes straight for Nick, craning her neck to stare up at him. He doesn’t even bat an eye before he bends down to kiss her. Calum is shocked that she lets him. She’s wearing red lipstick, which, when he and Tillie were whatever they were, she never let him do.

Ashton comes up behind Calum and smacks him between his shoulder blades. “C’mon, let’s go inside. I’m sure we can find more friendly faces to mingle with besides your old situationship and her new man.”

Calum grits his teeth and narrows his eyes at Ashton, but doesn’t say anything. He starts walking toward the entrance, grateful that that was their last press interview before the show itself starts.

Calum heads straight for the bar, ordering a whiskey on the rocks to sip on. He needs something strong if he’s going to be in the same room as Tillie for the whole night. While his bandmates chat with some of their long term industry friends and stop to chat with a few non-famous audience members, he sulks and sips his whiskey, sitting in his seat by himself.

His eyes are glued on a certain black-haired woman that he despises his love for. He wishes he didn’t love her, but how could he not? Even now, he’s watching her be the sarcastic, dry-humored girl that won him over years ago. She’s flirting and teasing, and he can tell by the look in her eyes that he could see a mile away. Her lips are tugged to the side while she smirks at whatever she’s saying, reaching out and touching the arms of none other than Maisie Peters and Taylor Swift, the three of them all giggling together. Nick is a few steps behind her, chatting with Niall Horan.

He almost wishes Nick could see him stare at his girl. He wants Nick to go to Tillie later and ask what the deal is with Calum. He wants him to have to feel uncomfortable about him, for some reason. Tillie is the only girl he’s ever really loved, and he thought that she felt similarly, but the fact that she never said she loved him echoes and flashes and ricochets around his brain all the time. He hates it but it’s true. She never said those three words that his heart ached to hear.

He wonders how long it will be before Tillie drops Nick. She’d dated a long list of people in the span of time that’s passed since Tillie cut off their… whatever you want to call their arrangement. The tabloids have shown her disheveled, doing what some would call a walk of shame every few weeks, blurry paparazzi photos from random dates and kissing a number of different people in dark corners of bars and clubs.

Michael comes to sit next to Calum after he’s chatted with a few fellow musicians and random actors who were invited.

“You good?” Michael asks, even though he knows what’s going through Calum’s head. He’s just trying to show he cares.

“Fucking fantastic,” Calum mutters at a volume that’s nearly a whisper.

Tillie is laughing at something Taylor said and is nearly doubled over. He used to love that she was such a people person and so easy to get along with. She’d never met a stranger, although she repelled some people with her deprecating humor that could easily offend anyone who was too sensitive. Now, he hates that she’s able to laugh with practically anyone except for him.

“Cal, she’s happy. Isn’t that what you want?” Mike asks.

No, Calum thinks. I want her.

Calum sighs frustratedly, his eyes still trained on the tiny woman he used to have latched to him for hours at a time. She was a touchy feely person, and he missed her touch as much as he missed her smile.

“What does that numbskull have that I don’t?” Cal sighs, his gaze moving to stare at Nick. He’s not laughing like Tillie. He’s just nodding along to the conversation he’s in with Niall and Blake Shelton who appeared out of nowhere.

Michael huffs. “This is Tillie we’re talking about, dude. I odn’t know. She wants what she wants and does exactly what she wants when she wants to. She’s happy. They’re talking about moving in together.”

Cal huffs. “She’s happy. Whatever the fuck that means.”

“If you give any ounce of a shit about her, you should be happy for her. Stop focusing on yourself.”

“We were happy. She left me, saying she needed time and space. Next thing I know she’s wrapped around some other girl. She can’t stand to be alone.”

Michael chuckles. “Yeah, because you’re so great at being alone. Don’t act like you haven’t been fucking anything with legs that looks even remotely like her.”

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pavedinashes-if · 10 months ago

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FREE PiA SNIPPET of your choice

######## !!! ######## Please read the descriptions of the scenes under the cut BEFORE voting. ######## !!! ########

There's so many gems there! Thank you for sending them in. Let's see what your hearts desire.

[EDIT: if a gender set MC snippet wins, I will ask the submitting person to write me, if they want the snippet to stay gender-set or if a gender neutral version works too. one of the submitting persons wrote they would have preferred to have picked a gender neutral version instead of sending in the gender-set one in the first place. feel free to do as you wish.]

SNIPPET DETAILS BELOW...

(1) MC x FRANCESCA / FRANCESCO - FLUFF

So a laying/cuddling in bed kiss for Fran, relationship status. Just sweet intimate moment

(2) MC x SAM - SURPRISE

Sam almost slamming the breaks on his police car when mc suddenly pops their head out on the backseat looking sleepy. And he didn't know they were in there. Thats the snippet idea

(3) MC x FELICIA / FELIX - JEALOUSY

Jealous snippet for our ex? Them looking at mc laughing with some others. Feeling jealous of mc having someone else's attention so fully. Wanting MC's attention to themselves and wanting to be selfish for once.

(4) f!MC x ALEX - HOSTILITY

Oh let's keep the hostility Idea for Alex, in a crushing stage? I feel like their could be some sensual tension in the air in that kind of scenario. Maybe we could do it with a how to say Femme fatale MC, not the kind to be hostile like Alex will be, wracked? him up (is that the exact word?) with sensuality and whispering in the ear before walking away

(5) f!MC x SAM - LIBRARY

So my sweet girl Hester, a book nerd, finds herself crushing on her neighbor Sam and maybe they encounter each other in the library. She'd be so flustered trying to make conversation (and maybe tries to hide the smutty book she's reading)

(6) f!MC x MICHAEL - EMERGENCY

some nerve-racking scary grays anatomy style moment where mc is getting brought in all bloody and unconscious after she got hit by a car wile riding on her skate to work.

(7) f!MC x ALEX - ELEVATOR

Alex getting stuck in an elevator with MC. Ohhh fuck my life! To get stuck out of all people it had to be the man hat hates me, that is mean to MC and bullies MC every. fucking. time! also MC having a huge crush on Alex that just fucking irritates MC to her bones. Stupid Alex making her feel all fluttery and her brain covered in uwy guwy syrup that makes it hard to be quick witted with him like you always are. Whats with the shyness? You're BOLD! You're strong! So why you acting like that!? Its all his fault, with his stupidly nice broad shoulders, and his hot tattoos peaking out of those sleeves you wish to trace with your....stop!......but those lips, why they look so soft....that smart STUPID mouth of his you would put to good work....STOP! It's getting really hot in here! There is no air! NO AIR! We will suffocate here! WE WILL DIEEEEEOMG I NEED TO GET OUT!

(8) f!MC x SAM - HANDCUFFS

its 2 am. you cant fall asleep no matter what you do. you sit around and decide to clean your apartment a bit, its a mess 'cause you had no time for that. You sort your kitchen out, tidy your bathroom, work your bedroom when you spy something shiny under the bed...you take a look and find a pair of handcuffs. TF? This are not yours. Who's then? While you're searching your mind for possibilities....you are fidgeting with them and CLICK. You look down, at your wrist....fuck. Ohhhh FUCK! You closed them tightly on your wrist. Frantically you start searching for the key. If there are handcuffs, there MUST be a key! You look everywhere, your apartment looks even worst now....and you remember you have a cop living next to you....ohhhh fuuuuck. Lets go. MC is a little menace & troublemaker, is bold but gets easily flustered.

(9) f!MC x LAURENZ - HOUSE PARTY

its another Friday night, and mc finds herself at a house party (more likely a apartment party) everyone from the scene is there, its loud, smokey a lot of crazy shit happening. So you find yourself going to the balcony for some fresh air to clear your head after 3 vodka shots. You breath in...out and relax into the night....until you feel someone standing behind. You turn and see Laurenz. You see his intense gaze roaming over your face, you feel his breath on your skin. He is too close. What is he going to do...fight? Again? or.....You see he is trying to decide as well....... regarding MC on L's route, Im still deciding if I should go full antagonist or quite but "murderous look in her eyes" kinda vibe. Whats the most angsty but steamy route with him? 👀 idk so u choose

(10) f!MC x DIMA - EAVESDROPPING

I really are excited for the snippet, im sure people have some amazing ideas! but I'll try to throw my stupid idea in as well... I really enjoyed the scary throat grabbing Sasha scene and Sasha + Dima bar scene, so what about a scene where mc is about to enter Dimas office for something and sees the door slightly open and voices coming out having a very angry, heated discussion. Mc is getting closer and recognizes its Sasha and Dima...she never heard them speak to each other like that....she stops not knowing what to do but stays there paralyzed with curiosity and fear. She hears her name thrown like a dirty word from Sasha followed with some russian...so its about her...is it because the way Dima started looking at her? Watching her work? He stands in the dark, but Danie always feels when he is watching...like a hunter from an ambush. She enjoys it, but would never admit it, it makes her warm in places and her heart race. Something hits a hard surface and Dima says something in a growl that she cannot make out. MC is female. Danie (short from Daniela) Average hight, slim build, long blond hair, bottle green eyes, fair skin (how fucking generating I know). Doesn't show emotions easily but has some charm to her , is very perceptive, stubborn, will say what she thinks, will mess you up if someone is messing with the people she cares for cause there are only few of them. Wears only black, simple and neat, total black chuck taylor converse, black straight leg jeans, black skin tight longsleeve and her favorite old leather jacket (the grungiest, worn down oldest thing she owns).

(11) MC x FRANCESCA / FRANCESCO

Fr, I remeber a while ago you've answered an ask with something like how they would've enjoyed to watch a football match (from juventus? I think?) with mc. So if this isn't in the story already (lol!) can you write a little something with this? pretty please? <3

(12) MC x ANY RO (I'll pick one)

Their reaction to mc coming from outside with wet clothes from the rain that hug every inch of their body

#a snippet of your choice #how excited i am for these #there's so much gold in here

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foxes-that-run · 11 months ago

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https://genius.com/Michael-buble-someday-lyrics

Do you think this is about TS? I feel it might be because of this part:

I remember that love song I sang every word wrong But you didn't mind, no no

Hi Anon, thanks for asking!

The TLDNR is yes, this song references Taylor, with that line about his temper trap tattoo.

Someday

When was it written

It is one of a few songs he wrote in mid-2014, including I Love You and Just a Little Piece of Your Heart. He had been hanging out with his friend and now manager Jeff Azoff and he was either stretching a creative muscle and/or considering a solo career. He later told Rolling Stone he first suggested a break from 1D late in 2014, about 4 months after writing this.

Harry wrote it with Johan Carlsson (if I could fly) and Meghan Trainor. Meghan said they worked together after "all the base" (June). Harry was in LA on 21-24 July 2014 - when this was likely written. The press mentioned it August 2014. Harry was on tour, he and Taylor seemed more on/ than off Feb 2014 - Feb 2015 (Timeline)

In 2015, when asked if it was for 1D Meghan said it was "a duet between a boy and a girl, so we're not sure yet." She's also said:

"He heard the song and was apparently a fan and a mutual friend told me he wanted to write with me [...] So I walked in with a prepared verse and chorus. But he gave me very poetic, mature lyrics. I was like, 'Well, damn, Harry, you know what love is.'" not like the Harry Styles who everyone is in love with. We finished the song in an hour or two and I love it. I was nervous 'cause I thought he'd be like a Justin Bieber, like 'he's so famous' and love himself, but he was just so normal... I immediately wasn't nervous any more." When asked about dating Harry she responded ‘Everyone I meet is taken. They’re all dating people.

It was released more than 2 years later in October 2016 by Michael Buble with Meghan singing. (How I would love to hear the demo with 2014 Harry's vocals and a Ukulele.)

Lyrics

I love seeing you happy I miss seeing that smile It's been such a long time And although I don't have you I know now that I need to Somehow make you mine And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'Cause I know he can't hold you like I can

Trouble "When I see that smile therе’s trouble"

It's unclear if either was dating someone else in this period. I see this as related to Is it Over Now? "At least I had the decency / To keep my nights out of sight" where they were dating others. To me, these are an indication that they agreed to be together in the future due to the difficulty of dating with their careers. In October, Harry reportedly wrote another song called 'not our fault' that sometimes external things cause a relationship to not work. Harry has mentioned not wanting others to hold her in:

Woman "I hope you can see the shape that I’m in While he’s touching your skin He’s right where I should, where I should be"

Happily "You know I wanna be the one to hold you when you sleep."

Perfect "Or the arms that hold you any time you want them"

TBSL "Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?"

Him "'Cause I don't wanna hear about him / How he is holding you better at night"

[Chorus} Someday maybe when we're old and gray We could be in love once more Till then I won't give my love away Darling, I'm forever only yours

Meghan Trainor said she had written a chorus before she met Harry and he loved it. Harry has also sung about waiting for love a lot:

Satellite "Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in"

Without You "Waiting everyday I don’t wanna wait for you"

Already home "I’ve been waiting, every day since"

Talk "Don't you, don't you wait"

Golden "So you wait for me in the sky"

Oh, I remember that love song I sang every word wrong But you didn't mind, no no And I'll admit that I miss you But only if you do 'Cause you know that I'm shy And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can

Mis-remembered lyrics are a reference to Harry's Temper Trap Tattoo, Taylors arm lyrics and the birthday gift of the hand written lyrics. Harry has also referenced this in Canyon Moon: "She plays songs I've never heard / an old lover's hippie music/ Pretends not to know the words"

Lots of missing, and in FTDT also never being the first to break:

FTDT "Why won't you ever be the first one to break? / Even my phone misses your call, by the way"

Late Night Talking "It's only been a couple of days / And I miss you"

Falling "You said you cared / And you missed me, too"

If I could fly "I'm missing half of me when we're apart"

Without you "Now you’re with him i must admit I’m missing / The part of your skin"

Ophelia "I miss you so, miss you so"

And my lovin' works for you then (it works for you) We've got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm forever only yours (in love once more, once more, once more) No need to complicate it That smile is worth the wait, yeah I'm forever only yours (hey, yeah) Someday maybe, Someday maybe Someday maybe I'll be yours (woah, baby)x2

Similar to not complicating it:

I just wanna love you "I just wanna love you, that's all I gotta say"

Olivia "I love you, it's all I do / I love you"

Similar to forever only yours:

Ophelia "The definition of devotion, baby"

Fine Line "You've got my devotion"

Happily "I just want it to be you and I forever."

End of the Day "She said the night was over, I said it's forever"

#haylor #harry styles #harry styles unreleased #song analysis #Lyric analysis #Someday

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natty1730 · 2 years ago

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Playlist (Metal Family OC)

🌼Daisy Oceanos Morozov 🌼

Blue Hair ~ TV Girl

Mary On A Cross ~ Ghost

Bring Me To Life ~ Evanescence

Call Me Little Sunshine ~Ghost

Teenagers ~My Chemical Romance

Chelsea Dagger ~ The Fratellis

Dear Maria, Count Me In ~ All Time Low

Oblivion ~ Grimes

Brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Ain’t It Fun ~ Paramore

Cigarette Daydream ~ Cage The Elephant

Lovesong ~The Cure

Fade Into You ~ Mazzy Star

About a Girl ~ Nirvana

Iris ~ The Goo Goo Dolls

Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division

Just Like Heaven ~ The Cure

Summertime Sadness ~ Lana Del Rey

Brooklyn Baby ~ Lana Del Rey

West Coast ~ Lana Del Rey

Watercolor Eyes ~ Lana Del Rey

High By The Beach ~ Lana Del Rey

Blue Madonna ~ BORNS

Sweet Dreams ~ BORNS

Jealous ~ Eyedress

Want Me ~Baby Queens

Romeo and Juliet ~ The Killers

Midnight Love ~ Girl in Red

Genesis ~ Grimes

Maya the Psychic ~ Gerard Way

Women ~ Harry Styles

My Boy ~ Billie Eilish

The Less I Know The Better ~ Tame Impala

My Type ~ Saint Motel

Happier Than Ever ~ Billie Eilish

Give You Hell ~ The All-American Rejects

Cornflower Blue ~ Flower Face

We’re Not Gonna Take It ~ Twisted Sister

The Story Ain’t Over ~ Avantasis

I Wanna Rock ~ Twisted Sister

Somebody Told Me ~ Motionless In White

Rock You Like a Hurricane ~ Scorpions

You Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi

Smells Like Teen Spirit ~ Nirvana

I Was Mad For Lovin’ You ~ KISS

It’s My Life ~ Bon Jovi

Creep ~ Radiohead

Pour Some Sugar On Me ~ Def Leppard

Boulevard of Broken Dreams ~ Green Day

Psychic Reader ~ Bad Bad Hats

BLUE ~ Troye Sivan , Alex Hope

Cardigan ~ Taylor Swift

Lovefool ~ The Cardigans

Willow ~ Taylor Swift

Pretty Girl ~ Clairo

Always Forever ~ Cults

Candy ~ Robbie Williams

Something That I Want ~ Grace Potter

Can I Call You Tonight ~Dayglow

Melting ~ Kali Uchis

Moonlight ~ Kali Uchis

See You Again ~ Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis

Telepatia ~ Kali Uchis

I Wish you Roses ~ Kali Uchis

La Luna Enamorada ~ Kali Uchis

First Love/Last Spring ~ Mitski

Never Felt So Alone ~ Labrinth

Blue ~ LAUNDRY DAY

Colors of the Wind ~ Judy Kuhn

Lavender Haze ~ Taylor Swift

Heather ~ Conan Gray

Something Good ~ Alt-J

She ~ Dodie

Reencuentro ~ Huara

Zamba’l Mar ~ Anida

Chitquitita ~ ABBA (Spanish Version )

Ophelia ~ The Lumineers

Selfless ~ The Strokes

Once Upon a December ~ Anastasia

J’s lullaby ~ Delaney Bailey

The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron & Phoebe Birdgers

This Side of Paradise ~ Coyote Theory

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend ~ The Rubinoos

Teenage Dirtbag ~ Wheatus

Luna de Xelaju ~ Gaby Moreno & Oscar Isaac

All The Things She Said ~ t.A.T.u

Parents ~ YUNGBLUD

Freaks ~ Surf Curse

Not Allowed ~ TV Girl

Living Life , In The Night ~ Cheriimoya & Sierra Kidd

King For A Day~ Pierce The Veil

Flames ~ MOD SUN & Avril Lavigne

Amnesia ~ MOD SUN

Bones ~ MOD SUN

Break the Rules ~ Charli XCX

Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill

Nunca Es Suficiente ~ Natalia Lafourcade

Haste la Raiz

Tu Falta De Querer ~ Mon Laferte

Amarrame ~ Mon Laferte & Juanes

Amor Completo ~ Mon Laferte

The Adults Are Talking ~ The Strokes

Soledad y el Mar ~ Natalia Lafourcade & Los Macorinos

Cariño~ The Marias

Remember the Time ~ Michael Jackson

Chicago ~ Michael Jackson

P.Y.T. ~ Michael Jackson

Arabella ~ Arctic Monkeys

I Wanna Be Yours ~ Arctic Monkeys

Green Light ~ Lorde

Liability ~ Lorde

All I Wanted ~ Paramore

Misery Business ~ Paramore

Still into You ~ Paramore

Kiwi ~Harry Styles

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE ~ Maneskin

Stargirl Interlude ~ The Weeknd & Lana del Rey

New Girl ~ Labrinth

Pumped Up Kicks ~ Foster The People

Free Spirit ~ Khalid

hate u love u ~ Olivia O’Brien

In My Dreams ~ Kali Uchis

Super Psycho Love ~ Simon Curtis (The YouTube Version)

She’s My Collar ~ Gorillaz & Kali Uchis

Cherry Flavored ~ The Neighborhood

Backyard Boy ~ Claire Rosinkranz

Dirty Little Secret ~ The All-American Rejects

Move Along ~ The All-American Rejects

Dueles ~ Jesse & Joy

Romantic Lover ~ Eyedress

September (Instrumental) ~ Sparky Deathcap

Magalenha ~ Sergio Mendes

Fanfarra - Cabua-Le-Le ~ Sergio Mendes

Mas Que Nada ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

The Girl From Ipanema ~ Astrud Gilberto

Baiana ~ Barbatuques

Me Gustas Tu ~ Manu Chao

Pais Tropical ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

Tubarao Te Amo ~ Dj LK de Escocia & Tchakabum & MC Ryan

Carta Ao Tom 74 ~ Toquinho & Vinicius de Moraes

Girl From Rio ~ Anitta

Dancando ~ Ivete Sangalo

Ai Se Eu Te Pego ~ Michel Telo

Balada ~ Gusttavo Lima

Taboo ~ Don Omar

Calm Down ~ Rema & Selena Gomez

R.I.P 2 My Youth ~ The Neighborhood

NYMPHOLOGY ~ Melanie Martinez

Smell Like Cherry ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Light ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Tales of a Pine ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

In One Ear ~ Cage The Elephant

Why ~ Sabrina Carpenter

Gold Hour~ JVKE

Billie Bossa Nova x West Coast

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irenadel · 2 years ago

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@hom3land3r

Her antidepressant dose was increased and she had to wear a cervical collar for a month. They had asked her to wear a sling for her upper arm, but she had a long drive ahead and work to do. She had tried to go under Jane Doe at the hospital but the press had gotten hold of her real name and had made a small fuss about it. Old infamy and newer celebrity had convinced Vought to keep her on the payroll for a bit longer in exchange for a small, sad interview with the press, in which small, sad pictures of her brief unhappy youth had been displayed. It made a rather tragicomic sort of drama: the grown up little girl who had been institutionalized after the scandalous arrest of her monstrous father, her life saved and made brighter by the heroic actions of Vought’s mightiest. Of course, they would keep her on their payroll, it was only charitable.

She wanted to throw it back in their faces. Would have spit at the offer but… Hospital bills were expensive and she had work of her own to fund.

Every waking moment when she wasn’t working on insipid Vought advertising, she was consumed with her personal project. More sketches, canvases, as large as she could fit in her trailer, and when that size would not do, she’d gone out walking to find walls that wouldn’t be missed, walls that could accommodate her vision.

She had little else to occupy her. People in her quaint little sea-side village refused to talk to her; sometimes, they would still find the courage to break her windows or paint obscenities on her door. She would attend her therapy sessions. Occasionally, when she was lucky, she would visit her father.

“You have that look about you,” he had said to her. “You bloom my Dahlia. Are you taking your walks?”

And sometimes, she could even believe she did. She watched the news to look at him, Homelander, her John, like a flower looking for the ever-necessary light of the sun. She smiled at the tension in his jaw when he was clearly annoyed but trying to keep a smile firmly in place and marveled at her own foolishness. How could she have never seen the subtle signs of that darker version of him. The flashes of fury, the cruel viciousness, both a bit of John and whole lot of that other, Homelander, persona. It was almost a game to herself now, to guess when her demon lover would show up to scare a reporter, shut down a question, bully a civilian. When she saw Starlight’s stricken face at the announcement of Homelight, she laughed out loud in the diner she was eating at. The poor child, how could that madman do this to her? She would have been more jealous if only Starlight had looked a little less like she was heading for her own execution.

Dahlia paid for her coffee, still laughing to herself and went to take her morning walk. In the dreary, gray of the North Pacific, sunlight was hard to come by. Perhaps that’s why she had fallen so madly for her double-sided Apollo, because she missed the sun she had found in his golden hair. Rain or shine, hot or cold, she went out every morning to roam the beach, as her father had bade her, to hear the roar of the water and forget the silence of the forest. Head thrown back she welcomed the misting rain that cleansed away all memories of a life she did not recognize for herself. She wondered what John and his shadow would consider of these tree-bordered beaches and silver-tipped waves. She wondered what he would look like floating above the thunderous ocean or the jagged cliffs, primary colors against her desaturated world.

Thoughts of him, furious at her, but visiting anyway, defensive but accommodating, (why should I visit your pathetic home? she could almost hear him saying and smiled at herself) those thoughts made her happy, made it easier to clean up broken glass, throw away flower arrangements before they rotted, and keep an even, calm pace when she thought she was being followed, whether by an angry victim or Michael. Not that she didn’t have nightmares, or days when she could not get out of bed for the life of her. Not that her back and shoulder where Homelander had dislocated something did not ache (as if missing his presence, as if the source of their discomfort was essential) but even through all of that, she felt an expansive sense of happiness.

Like her orchid, like her father’s child watered as she was by blood, she felt herself blooming.

She supposed that’s why it had been so easy to fall for Vought’s bullshit this time and agree to accompany the production team for one of the Seven. It was ridiculous pay but she had been foolish enough to convince herself it was HIM, (how could it not be?) and had accepted the job without hesitation.

The sea-side location should have been warning enough.

It was her own over-eager naivete that had landed her in this mess, doled up in a blue dress she had bought to flatter another man, with too low a neckline and too short a skirt, trapped taking pictures for future publicity posters of a man who obviously considered her nothing more than a glorified groupie after her little stunt at the hospital. Not that he took much notice of her. Pretty dress and all, she was rather unremarkable, but angry insecure little men like the Deep were motivated not so often by desire as by the opportunity to humiliate. He would probably never risk another direct request as he had famously done so before. But there were little “accidents” and knowing winks, invitations to take “close ups” that she did not need. She never dreamed that she was the only one but in this team, full of locals who despised her, she was the easiest target. She had grabbed a sweater from wardrobe to cover her barely professional dress and gritted her teeth at her sheer stupidity today. She was determined to get the location work done quickly and to avoid being left alone with him at any cost.

Alas, bad timing and a poorly placed scaffolding had given her a dunk in the freezing water and swift “rescue” from their gallant hero. And an unfortunate excuse to be forced into his custody and out of her wet clothes as quick as possible. Afterwards she would angrily consider if it had been merely the rumor of the hospital or a careless word from Homelander that had given this man the idea, the AUDACITY, to believe that just because she would do anything for John, she would do anything for any man.

#homelander #homelander rp #the boys #the boys rp #do I think the Deep stopped being a creepy asshole? Not at all

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pumpkinstabs-moving · 1 year ago

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i. ⸻ general.

name. michael myers alias⁽es⁾. the boogeyman. evil incarnate. the shape. evil on two legs. gender. somewhere between male and the void. age. generally speaking, twenty one. spoken language⁽s⁾. he doesn't speak but he only knows english. sexual preference. uhh... mostly gray aro/gray ace. but he'll go for either men or women lol occupation⁽s⁾. UNEMPLOYED

ii. ⸻ appearance.

eye color. baby blue/the left one is scarred white bc of laurie hair color. light brown height. 6'9 major scars. the most noticeable one is his left eye, though he is also littered with bullet scars

iii. ⸻ favorite.

color. orange song. none, he doesn't listen to music food. he doesn't eat food for pleasure, he eats it out of survival. so i'd say he doesn't have a favorite food ... but you can never go wrong with mac & cheese and chicken nuggets. drink. none. maybe milk.

iv. ⸻ have they ...

passed university. he stopped attending school in the first grade so uh... no rip had sex. no, he's a virginnnnnnnn had sex in public. no gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant. no kissed a boy. no kissed a girl. no gotten tattoos. no gotten piercings. no been in love. no stayed up for more than 24 hours. yes.

v. ⸻ are they ...

a virgin. 100% a cuddler. no... until he finds the right person a kisser. no scared easily. not at all jealous easily. yes trustworthy. no -- not because he's a backstabber but because his own self interest dominates everything else dominant. extremely so submissive. under super specific circumstances in love. no single. verse dependent but yeah

vi. ⸻ random questions.

have they harmed themselves. no thought of suicide. no attempted suicide. no wanted to kill someone. yes and has done it have/had a job. nope have any fears. michael fears nothing

vii. ⸻ family.

sibling⁽s⁾. judith my.ers, who he killed when he was six years old parent⁽s⁾. his beloved mother deborah myers who unalived herself shortly after michael was admitted into smith's grove. piece of shit step dad michael never thought about or considered family. significant other. verse dependent but none pet⁽s⁾. none ... this man cannot have a pet

#patient's files [ HEADCANONS ].

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amidst-wonderland · 1 year ago

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[the gray area]

pairing: nora + michael warnings: child endangerment, language, alcohol, smoking, slightly smutty foreplay summary: nora's living in ‘the gray area’ with michael in glasgow

november, twenty-third

nineteen-twenty-nine

“nora” alec breathlessly warned. handling the squirming six-year-old in his arms as he struggles to wrap the blond in his own larger coat in an attempt to keep the heat in, but alas he wanted nothing less than his mum who seemed to be more entranced by the two blokes about fifty yards from them. one laying lifeless on the ground, and the other hovering over the well-dressed body.

you can see it in her eyes – the pain; the grief and sheer rage – she was ready to pounce, to do so regardless of a present audience. yet, there was no point. the deed was done, and the man was dead. they’d protected their son and that’s all that mattered.

alec couldn’t understand why the ginger wouldn’t leave it to rest as she continued to grip the revolver. this was never her fight.

“mummy!” george cries, continuing to fight off his uncle.

“hen, jist– hiv the wean. wu’ll ye?

nora turns to them both, her eyes beginning to soften at her shivering boy who’d almost fallen to his death into the cold depths of the river clyde below.

george hadn’t reacted like this since christmas at john and esme’s when he’d caught a glimpse of michael fighting for his life on their drive.

she takes george from alec, pulling him into a tight hold as her son gripped at the fabric of her blouse. nora’s heart aches whilst george sobs into her shoulder, feeling his little tears begin to dampen skin through the linen.

nora turns back to her husband making sure that george was no longer facing the corpse spread across the damp cobbles.

“i tried to be brave mumma,” george cries between heaved breaths. “promise.”

she releases a shaky exhale. softly flattening his hair and lulling him back into her shoulder. this was no sight for a child to see. “ah know chicken, ah know.”

“you aw’right hen?”

nora gives her bother a nod. squeezing her eyes shut, hoping the tension would prevent any tears falling in the visceral moment of brevity.

“gonnae gie him a haun,” she motions to michael, “it’ll need tae get dumped.”

“no lookin’ tae send a message?”

normally, she would’ve been elated at the chance. to rub it in the faces of those heartless bastards but with the blubbering boy in her arms no amount of pride in the world would allow the man to stay beyond the surface.

now standing beside nora, alec looks to his brother-in-law lighting himself a smoke.

michael stood over a man that had caused the mcleod’s unimaginable distress since they were teens – when threatening to slash each-other limbs was a far cry from having a bullet buried in his thick, brittle skull.

as pathetic of a sentiment it was alec wouldn’t lie, he was jealous of the shot. the pent-up, bubbling, boiling fury he’d clutched for decades had been forced to dissipate. the chance to take the man’s last dying breath was wrenched from his grasp by his baby sister’s husband.

stolen by an englishman that didn’t know the first thing about their city and mccavern’s prolonged tyranny.

michael conceived a corpse; the alec wanted his disgraced, pitiful martyr.

perhaps nora once felt the same–

“naw, no anymair.” nora stated. she was still soothing george in her arms rubbing at his back, feeling his stabled breathing fluctuating against her chest as he drifted off. he felt safe. good.

grumbling, alec gives nora a reassuring pat on the back before moving past his sister making his way over to the body whilst michael continued to smoke his cigarette. ‘um gonnae at least kick ‘im in the clyde.’

the mood was solemn, the purgatory state between the potential loss of a child and tucking him in to bed as the night falls.

strong, bitter winds hit against nora. feeling the breeze nip at her bare skin. instinctively she clutched george closer.

the rush of fear and adrenaline that saturated nora’s bloodstream running through the back forest heading for the river’s shipyard, her husband trailing behind had come to pass.

“cheers fir this,” alec says, “jane only telt me efter youse left the pub when she wis feedin’ yir lassie.”

michael gives him a weak smile acknowledging the gratitude. “it was for the best alec. he thought i was here for my cousin, not my kid.”

“aye, suppose.” alec darkly chuckled, “he wis stupit, but he wisnae daft especially if ‘es workin’ wae yer man mosely.”

michael sighs glancing back to nora gently swaying their son in her arms, he hadn’t seen her do that since george was little.

“listen, i’m sorry about that,” he grimaces, “i told tommy to ring you for the meeting but he’s using nonie to get under my skin.”

“the wee-yin mentioned.”

michael could hear the discontent lingering in alec’s words and he couldn’t blame him. thomas was putting nora in the line-of-fire just to piss him off.

his cousin had deliberately thrown nora into the lion’s den knowing michael couldn’t protect her. he’d been constrained to watch as she was stared down and up, ignored and tittered at by men who saw nothing more than a scrawny piece of scum.

thomas’d watched michael for years in family meetings acting defence between nora and the shelby’s. hands on her waist, her shoulder or even the back of her chair. warning everyone to do not cross (although thomas initially mistook that for calming down nora). even when she addressed the clan, michael would stand behind her, observing everyone else’s movements.

“ah’ll no pry. can see there’s a loat going oan ‘ere and that’s yer ain business as man an wife. but jist gonnae dae right by ‘er. she’s been bloody crabbit efter the shite wae ma maw an da.”

“did you manage to find your mum? johnny said the taylor’s didn’t know she was missing.”

alec braces for a moment, unsure if he should break the news on nora’s behalf or let her do so, “aye, she wis closer tae hame than we thought.”

michael nods in content before looking down at the body before him. jimmy’s face had now become eclipsed in tacky blood and plasma, it still trickling from his forehead pooling onto the mucky cobbles.

he didn’t regret what he’d done. he didn’t regret taking a life to save his son and he didn’t regret taking the shot for his wife. nora was lot of things but a killer she wouldn’t be.

the gun she’d unsteadily aimed at the gangster was a stark reminder of their time apart.

he’d killed solomons’ boy with that pistol and hughes, narrowly escaping his own demise at the hands of the crown before lending it to nora should she ever need to use it without him.

“go ae yir wean mick” alec says, waving him off. “ah’ll chuck the body.”

“you sure?”

“aye.”

michael turns back, heading to nora and george, who’s now draped limply over his mum’s shoulder and out like a light. the ginger girl looking over at the loch opposite them.

“whit’s he daein?”

“dealing with it.” michael answers, slipping an arm around nora’s waist pulling the pair closer into his side taking in the strong sent of lavender coming from his wife. something’s never change.

“ah need a fuckin’ drink, or a smoke.” nora announced, though it was more a lingering sentiment for the latter demand.

“used my last one just there.”

“did ah ever tell you yer a terrible liar?”

“take’s one to know one nonie.” michael smiled as nora scrunched her nose in annoyance, knowing that meant ‘no, you’re not having one.’

“ah’m glad ‘es deid,” nora said, her heart still beating heavy. “but i jist wish the wee-man didnae hiv tae see that.”

the couple began trailing through the trees and winding path, back down to where michael had parked the bentley. george now in his father’s arms giving nora’s frame a rest.

“ah would’ve done it.” she firmly states, “i would’ve leathered him and put it right fuckin’ through him.”

“i know you would’ve, it’s why i did it.”

nora frowns, turning to her husband. “how?”

“the last thing george needs to see his mum’s fucking terrible shot,” michael jokes. lightly attempting to change the subject.

“it’s been ages since ah’d felt lit that, that angry. how fuckin’ dare that rat-bastard involve the weans.”

visions of mccavern’s demise kept replaying in her mind like a terrible picture edith had dragged her to. the boom from the barrel, the whisp of the bullet almost grazing her ear before the splatter of blood oozed from the billy boy’s forehead, falling to the ground with a thud.

the memories made her tense.

for every moment she lived as a ‘shelby’, murder was not a common viewing. with the tommy-gun’s output rattling through their home and esme trapped against the door. she’d only witnessed the aftermath of john’s passing because unlike her friend, nora’s husband was spared by the reaper.

‘a truce hen, it aw stops. naemair tak’ing gold bhoys. ah cross ma heart. ah jist wan’tae hear it fae yer man sbelby, nae ‘ffence an ye kin hiv the wee-yin back.’

jimmy demanded thomas shelby, the labour politician he’d made small talk with just last week in the presence of his family, mosley and the ginger fenian lassie.

nora couldn’t bring thomas – he was no longer in the country, but she could bring the other brummy present who’d have an otherwise unknown vested interest in his son’s whereabouts.

he’d agreed to the truce offered by the blinder – michael had been lying through his teeth, seething at the glaswegian gangster holding george over the edge of the water. jimmy remained none-the-wiser.

that was the plan. nobody had to die, at least not here for a child to see.

jimmy was about to walk from the loch, letting the matter rest but then george screamed, for his dad.

the rug had been pulled from under him. this was no truce. his men were still at war their lot.

george clinging to nora. she nervously clasped the cold metallic weapon, finger on the trigger and aimed it back at jimmy, ready to pull–

she couldn’t–

tick-boom! released from behind her, catching a glimpse of jimmy’s horror as he plummeted the ground.

passing george off to alec once he’d arrived. nora’d stumbled off to the side, gripping the railing as she reeled from the sight.

nora’s fingertips softly graze along her son’s marked forearm, stained by the horrors of this morning where mccavern had gripped him. It pained the woman; her baby boy, a child harmed in the cross-fire of his parent’s game.

there’s a painful, plunging sensation in her chest noticing george flinch in his deep slumber at the slight touch against the prominent scar. seeing the fair hair, and bumps on his skin rise. “…mumma stop.”

carefully, she leans over the bed dragging up some of the puffy duvet over the pair of her kids sourcing some more heat as the fire had gone out long ago. rosie begins stir, brunette locks sprawled across the plush white pillows.

the six-year-old had refused to leave her side ever since they’d returned from the docks. constantly clinging to her waist, gripping at nora’s hand as they travelled around the town and regularly climbing into her lap as they sat in the pub, debriefing as a family.

flick!

“michael,” she pressed. getting up from the bed and nodding to the fag. “thought you ran oot?”

“alec had a couple to spare.”

“so, ye’ll take fae my blood, bit no share it.”

michael takes a quick drag from the snout before giving it over to his wife after she shuts the bedroom door behind her.

nora slumps down on the couch beside him to coorie into his chest, pulling her legs up as she takes her own draw from the cigarette.

the ginger now occupied with a smoke, michael grabs the tumbler from the side table. “feels like we back at the old house. home from the office, kids bathed and in bed, music on–“

“–are you asking me fir a wee dance michael?” nora teased, craning her neck back and grinning.

“still got a bit to drink before that nonie.”

nora scans around the hotel room. it’s nothing like their old home.

the dark reds, clashing with the mustards yellows and bracketed chocolate brown skirting hardly encapsulated the sense of their old cottage on the coast that was filled with soft beiges, earthy greens and smelled of rose and sea-salt.

this time four years ago they’d either be winding down with a night-cap and a fuck or drunkenly ringing esme and john, sometimes even isaiah to pop round with more boose and snow.

“ah miss that hoose. the beach, the weans wae us in the mornin’ in the big bed, a bloody indoor lavvy. ah’ll tell ye, that wis a fuckin’ hassle getting’ used tae pissin’ ootside again,” nora whinges taking another drag. “never did get round tae a dug though.”

“there’s still time.”

nora scoffs, “ach, wae yer new missus hangin’ aboot? that’ll be right.”

“nonie–“

“–listen, can we no dae this?”

“you brought gina up.”

“aye, jist ignore whit ah said then. ah’ll no hiv this chat wae a drink in me.”

‘that’s new’ michael rolls his eyes, pinching the remainder of the cigarette and before nora could protest, he slips the whiskey into her hand as replacement.

“i never wanted leave nonie. i wanted to stay, make things right but then tommy told me what happened in london – the burn-bottle, the kids.”

“never understood why you ever believed him.”

“i didn’t. i believed mum, and ada, and lizzie. couldn’t bear the thought of having to go down there so mum convinced me to take the first train out to the riverside. leave it all behind. promised me johnny would sort out a proper gypsy send-off with your family.”

“ach, whit’s done is done,” nora lets out a heavy sigh.

contrary to the metal band that had rested on her left hand for over half a decade, nora didn’t always enjoy sleeping next to her husband and doing just that for the first time in three years was a blatant and unfortunate reminder.

she was suffocated in a dark room, slightly drunk and coated in sticky sweat being stuck under the thickest winter duvet that would be far too warm even back in her natural habitat of their decrepit flat above the taylor’s inn.

nora and her bed partner were far from the love-dovey couple of yesteryear, in fact she was moments from shoving his deadweight onto the floor just to fucking breathe.

she would if she weren’t so disorientated. the groose was enough, michael hardly had to crack open the gin.

michael hadn’t been in glasgow long, but long enough for sleeping in bed with him to feel normal. even if he was wearing someone else’s ring – where the fuck was his old one?

even gina had said confessed, she didn’t want him. she wanted his name. smiling back at nora as she clasped her hand over her’s, giving back the lighter she’d received on her wedding day, noting the missing ruby.

nora wanted to be smug. simply walk away from the man who did so to her but those tender eyes, christ. michael could glance at her from across the room and she’d utterly melt.

she’s the first to admit her behaviour back in england wasn’t the most pleasant to deal with, especially after a couple of drinks. michael was hardly a saint himself but they’d always had each-others backs and she didn’t want that to change, and legally it hadn’t.

with nora sleepily raking her fingers through michael’s loose curls she feels a shift in the bed with her husband peeling off her chest, readjusting himself so the pair were now blindly facing one-another. one arm firmly planted around her waist, the other on her leg. burying his head into the crook of her neck, nora felt the shivers crawl up her spine as hot, ragged breaths hit against her sensitive skin causing her to flinch on the initial impact.

though, she narrowed her eyes. the movements were too calculated for him to still be sleeping which meant something was bothering him.

wincing at the sudden grope of her thigh, and again, and again, pulling her in tighter each time. it’s followed by some trailing nips on her jaw, michael dragging his plump lips down to her collarbone with some light sucking. she was too tired for this shit, but it was taking her mind off the dreadful atmosphere. she’s about to question him before being silenced by a tight squeeze of her bare bum, a muffled giggle slips out. they sounded like a couple of giddy, hormonal teenagers getting up to all-sorts, which was better than bickering.

picking up the rhythm, she hitches her leg up causing him to knowingly smirk. it was all going his way, allowing him to loop his grip under it, roughly pulling her body into his releasing a suppressed groan as he’s painfully aware their kids are now just a wall away. there’s an urge to follow as she feels her pelvis rubbing against his erection through the thin material and it all begins to make sense but the sheer rush of pleasure running through her veins turns her train of thought to mush.

still, she wasn’t quite ready to give him the satisfaction of being wrapped around his finger once again and wriggles out of his hold across the cooler side of the mattress.

“nonie, do me a favour, yeah?” he hushed, kissing her. “please.”

“naw. ah’m fuckin’ knackered an hauf-cut – ah’m no nineteen anymair.”

“c’mon, just touch it, that’s all. i’m not asking you to sit on it.”

‘no, but you will and i won’t be able to say no.’

“nonie.”

“michael.”

“…fuck.”

“christ-almighty. you are so fuckin’ dramatic,” nora laughs, hanging her head off the bed for some fresh air almost toppling over the side. “‘ve no had a fuck in three bloody years an ye don’t see me in this state.”

nora feels michael shift his weight, climbing back over her frame and trapping her under.

stubborn as ever.

“michael, i wull fuckin’ curse ye,” she threats, “ye ‘hink ah wull’nae cause yer ma weans daddy but ah’ll dae–”

nora’s vitriol is stopped dead in its tracks as michael tightly clasped her cheeks, “you think that’s any way to speak to your husband, mrs gray?”

‘don’t think you’re allowed to call me that anymore.’

“all this fucking lip, now i know why.”

she loathed that he was spot-on. she’d desperately tried to ignore it. distract herself – kids, work, pub. keeping up the façade of a happily married woman with her travelling husband elsewhere, she could never risk it.

‘’hink wee-yin’s turned intae crabbit cow waeoot ‘er man.’ nora’s sister-in-law callously joked to her elder sister, “thought you said she wis cheerie an gallus.”

jane had point.

who would she be to turn this down?

“mrs mccaig’ll hiv ma heid if he’s no in.” nora mummers. softly tracing her finger round the edges of michael’s jaw, “she’s already gettin’ oan ma arse aboot the scrapin in the playground.”

“i’ll have words.”

“don’t. i’ve warned him already. says it’s the other boys startin’ it.”

“do you believe him?”

“mebbe.” nora sits up, untangling her bare legs from michael’s. “but ‘es no rosalin, ‘es no sleekit.”

“rosie’d take on britain if it looked her wrong.”

“good. means she’s ‘er mammy’s lassie.”

nora glances round the room, catching the time on the clock, half-seven.

“want me to come with you? ‘play house’ as mum would say.”

her heart sinks at michael’s offer, ‘play house, right. forgot this ain’t real.’

she smiles and nods, eyes burning struggling to peer back at him. “yeah, the weans would like that.” nora chokes out a laugh, “show the other mammies thir no a couple ae bastards.”

“nonie–“

“–mammy!”

“’ve dealt wae that fir three years. your turn.” nora nips, sending him off means they didn’t have to linger.

“rosie couldn’t even speak the last time i saw her.”

“mammy!”

“go see yer daughter michael.”

“she’s not shouting for her dad, is she?”

nora groans but before she can get out the bed, rosie’s making her way into the room, rubbing her eyes.

“mammy, georgie keeps stealing the covers.”

“ach yer getting’ up anyway. ‘es got school.”

rosie grins back at her mum before running off back to their room.

nora grimaces, “we’re in fir touble.”

i'm not overly happy with the ending but i'm probably going to write a part two of the school run or at least something with michael + rosie.

only took me four bloody years to write this.

#peaky blinders #michael gray #michael gray imagine #oc: nora gray #tommy shelby

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unveilhq · 8 months ago

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congratulations on your acceptance, ian & melli ! please make sure you check the next steps here

milo manheim, gay, cis male + he/him/his→ isn’t that oliver coil? i’ve seen them hanging out with the gorgons. i hear they’re 150, but they’ve only been in alexandria for ??? years. they seem to be laid back & chill, but also tongue-in-cheek & dismissive.

skeet ulrich, homosexual, cis male + he/him/his → isn’t that frank embalm? i’ve seen them hanging out with the siphoners. i hear they're 54, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 12 years. they seem to be endearing & nurturing, but also imposing & jealous. it’s cool that they’re capable of technopathy, telekinesis, teleportation and intangibility!

shawn ashmore, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that nathan gray? i’ve seen them hanging out with the nephilims. i hear they’re 120, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 120 years. they seem to be eloquent & affectionate, but also feisty & uptight.

also, FIVE new wanted connections have been added!

did you hear florian silverstone (paul rudd), our resident fairy, is looking for their baby daddy + on/off partner? they’re a 300+ year old fairy who arrived in the chateau utp years ago. they look like gabriel macht, jake gyllenhaal, robert downey jr, open 40+ jewish fc. the player does require you to contact them prior to filling this out. - i'll leave it pretty open but at some point florian and his baby daddy met and had paxton. i figured they're on/off for whatever reason and maybe he's back in town, though we can hammer out the details together. - @newsalvations

did you hear lucretius sharma (rahul kohli), our resident djinn, is looking for their younger brother(s)? they’re a ~1500 year old djinn who arrived in the chateau utp years ago. they look like open south asian fcs who resemble rahul. the player does require you to contact them prior to filling this out. - pretty open ended. they were born in venice and after they were forced to flee, they all went their seperate ways and have run into each other over the years. lucky has been in alexandria since the towns founding. only requirment is they have roman names (regulus, quintus, etc) - @newsalvations

did you hear lysander finch (robert scott wilson), our resident siphoner, is looking for their brother(s)? they’re a ~25-34 year old witch who arrived in the chateau within the last few days/weeks. they look like utp / as long as they resemble robert. the player does require you to contact them prior to filling this out. - i have a pretty extensive history for lysander but he's from a powerful witch family and is the oldest child who was supposed to be the next supreme. instead, he showed no magical gifts and was neglected by his parents who focused on his multiple siblings who were witches. they later learned lysander is a siphoner and thought it was disgraceful so he was locked away and forced to teach himself. he'd eventually be framed for murdering their mom & forced to flee. his dad has made his siblings believe lysander is guilty and tried to track him down to no success. maybe your character has recently found him but believes lysander? idk. - @newsalvations

did you hear malachi edelman (ronen rubinstein), our resident heretic, is looking for their sire/maker? they’re a UTP year old vampire/heretic who arrived in the chateau UTP ago. they look like rafael silva, jordan calloway, jon hamm, charles michael davis, open to others. the player does not require you to contact them prior to filling this out. - malachi has always been interested in power and becoming a better magic user, and one way they knew to do that was to get turned into a heretic so they managed to talk your muse into turning him. what their relationship is like and how they get along now that mal has been turned can be discussed upon taking this connect :) @unveiledveins

did you hear omar nadeau (idris elba), our resident witch, is looking for their ex? they’re a 50+ year old UTP who arrived in the chateau recently. they look like chris hemsworth, oliver jackson cohen, aldis hodge, mark consuelos, alexander skarsgard, utp. the player does not require you to contact them prior to filling this out. - omar and this muse had dated for a good chunk of time until about ten years ago when my muse caught yours cheating. it could have potentially been a misunderstanding, or your muse did just wind up cheating, but it made omar a bit skeptical to love and he has kept himself closed off. this muse can be coming to alexandria to win him back OR to cause chaos or to just live in alexandria. totally up to you. - @unveiledveins

#unveilaccepted

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kayakin-world · 2 months ago

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Monochrome & Viper.

Full name: Deilos Nightshade Nickname(s): Monochrome, Dei Age: Early 100s Birthday: October 2 Birthplace: South America Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Voice claim: Uther (Michael McConnohie)

Species: Fae/Human hybrid Race: Elf Skin: Dark Eyes: Black Hair: Black Face: Heart-shaped Build: Rectangle, slim Other details: Pointed ears, bags under eyes Height: 177cm / 5'8 Sexuality: Bi-oriented demian, monoamorous Relationship status: Married

Zodiac sign: Libra Favorite colour: Gray Animal spirit: Peregrine falcon MBTI: ESTJ Aesthetic: Occult academia, vintage Good traits: Wise, patient, kind, good listener Bad traits: Stressed, forgetful, non-confrontational, pushover Hobbies: Learning and creating spells, maths, long walks on the beach, bonding time with his family

Occupation: Warlock, office worker (human job) Weapon: Staff Special ability: Chronomancy Abilities: Mathematical intelligence, fast learning, magic spells Weaknesses: His own mortality Alignment: Neutral good Status: Active - Alive

Relationships:

S/O - Nakshiri

Family - Viper (familiar), Ebony (son), Vortex (son), Mint (daughter), (TBA)

Close friends - (TBA)

Allies - (TBA)

Neutral - Everyone else

Enemies - Evil people, (TBA)

Playlist:

(TBA)

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Full name: Ts’uti Shuaghamemde (tr: Minutes to midnight) Nickname(s): Viper Age: Late 70s Birthday: November 14 Birthplace: South America Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Voice claim: Dryad (Glynnis Talken Campbell)

Species: Legless lizard Race: Time creature Skin: Pale olive (normal) - Peach (human) Eyes: Red Hair: Pale olive (human) Face: Circular (normal) - Oval (human) Build: Pear Other details: Scale-like markings on face and limbs Height: 184cm/6 ft (normal, length-wise) - 167cm/5'7 (human) Sexuality: Hetero-oriented demian, monoamorous Relationship status: Single

Zodiac sign: Scorpio Favorite colour: Alice blue Animal spirit: Legless lizard MBTI: ISTJ Aesthetic: Occult academia, pastel grunge Good traits: Loyal, caring, protective, witty Bad traits: Selfish, jealous, cheeky, salty Hobbies: Spending time with Monochrome, bonding time with Monochrome's children (despite what she says), magic learning, playing pranks

Occupation: Familiar, caretaker Weapon: N/A Special ability: Chronomancy, time dilation Abilities: Lizard abilities (climbing, regeneration, etc.), fast learning Weaknesses: Life bound to Monochrome Alignment: Lawful good Status: Active - Alive

Relationships:

S/O - N/A

Family - Monochrome (hatcher/master)

Close friends - Nakshiri, (TBA)

Allies - Nightshade family, (TBA)

Neutral - Everyone else

Enemies - Evil people, (TBA)

Playlist:

(TBA)

#characters #special characters #monochrome #viper

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night-mare-fuel · 4 months ago

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Name: Damon Logano

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Race: Human

Appearance: Short black hair, dark green eyes, average height and build, usually wears dark eyeliner, has several piercings.

FC: Michael Christopher Bolten (specifically from his appearance on Criminal Minds)

Personality: Sarcastic, efficient, charismatic, funny, intelligent, great at social engineering, explosive temper that he tries hard to keep in check, morbidly creative with his threats and insults, driven, strong sense of justice, outgoing, private.

Powers/Abilities: After the incident with Scarecrow, he became mostly immune to fear toxin, and developed shadowmancy, the ability to create illusions and/or weapons out of shadows. He also has heightened senses and insight into the fears of those around him.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Human mortality, anger management, doesn’t think highly of himself outside of what he can do for others.

Nationality: American

Languages: English

Education: Bachelor’s degree in Sociology

Style: Goth/punk outside of work, but he dresses much snappier while on the clock, especially when attending big events or press conferences. Either way, he wears a lot of black, gray, and purple.

Profession: publicist for Bruce Wayne (v; main 1), antihero known as Shadowhaunt (v; main 2), Scarecrow’s right hand man (v; villain arc)

Family: Grayson Logano (father, estranged), Emily Logano neé Price (mother, deceased), Addy Wright-Logano (stepmother, estranged), Drake Logano (younger brother), Mina Logano-Wright (younger half-sister)

Backstory:

Damon was born in Ireland to Grayson and Emily Logano, a promising couple of young engineers who’d just gotten married a year prior. Four years later, Drake was born, and three years after that, the family moved to Gotham, New York, as Grayson had managed to land a high paying job at Wayne Enterprises. It was a tough adjustment, but they got through it as a family. Emily, however, fell ill not long afterward, and passed away when Damon was only thirteen.

To the shock and dismay of his sons, Grayson barely waited a month after the funeral to remarry, causing a rift between him and Damon. Said rift only grew bigger when Damon found out that his new stepmother had been his father’s longtime mistress, and that he was only marrying her now because she was pregnant with his daughter. Tensions ran high, especially with Damon about to start high school. Neither of the boys were on good terms with their father, nor were they particularly fond of their stepmother, but Damon at least tried to be a good big brother when Mina was born. She was completely innocent, after all, not to mention the apple of Grayson’s eye.

Despite their father’s blatant favoritism toward Mina and their stepmother’s love of extravagance, the three siblings remained close as they grew older, always looking out for each other. Damon hated the thought of leaving them behind after graduation, so he stayed in Gotham for college. It was while he was studying for his bachelor’s degree that he finally properly met the young playboy Bruce Wayne, whom he quickly befriended after seeing right through the man’s façade. The two became thick as thieves, with Damon fearlessly fending off paparazzi and sleazy reporters on his behalf. It was this behavior and his expertise with social media that landed him the job as Bruce’s publicist after he graduated college.

Damon’s work ethic was impeccable and he grew bolder as the years went on. Unfortunately, his relationship with his father and stepmother declined even further, as both of them were jealous of his success and kept trying to tear him down. He cut contact with them after his father reached out to Bruce and tried to get him fired, but by then, the damage to his psyche was monumental. His depression and anxiety were worse than they had ever been, resulting in destructive outbursts due to his already prominent anger issues. Not wanting to end up hurting anyone, he began seeking out psychiatric help, had trouble finding a therapist who was accepting of him. He refused to let that hold him back, though, and kept trying.

Bruce knew almost none of this. Damon didn’t want his friend and employer to worry about his mental state, fearing that Bruce might fire him if he found out how unstable the publicist was. He kept it hidden for years.

Things came to a head when the Scarecrow went on another rampage through Gotham. Damon had the misfortune of being in his warpath, and was taken hostage after being dosed with fear toxin, dragged off to the old ACE Chemicals facility. However, he became far more violent than Scarecrow anticipated, rage bursting forth in tandem with his terror. He fought tooth and nail to free himself from both the villain’s clutches and the horrific hallucinations, spewing curses, insults, and threats the entire time. Batman followed them, of course, and engaged Scarecrow in battle, not realizing that some of the vats in the facility had not been drained. At some point during the fight, Damon fell into one, and was forever changed. The fear toxin in his bloodstream mixed with the mutagenic chemical in the vat and his own adrenaline to give him superpowers, nearly killing him in the process. He awoke in the hospital a week later with his clearly exhausted siblings watching over him.

It took him a while to recover physically, and even longer to recover mentally and emotionally, but when he did, he was livid. With Scarecrow, with Batman, with ACE Chemicals, and with himself for getting caught in the first place. Punching a mirror in frustration led him to discover his new shadowmancy powers, and he began to experiment with them and test his limits. Eventually, he gained enough courage and confidence to go back to work, which Bruce was thrilled about. The man had been checking in on him almost as often as Drake and Mina after the accident, and was glad to see his friend back on his feet. After dark, Damon took to the streets as the ruthless and ethereal Shadowhaunt, making Gotham’s villains regret their life choices in increasingly morbid and creative ways. He declared Scarecrow as his archenemy, of course, but also had a particularly violent hatred for the Joker.

#📱 personnel file 📱 about #📱 world’s best publicist 📱 v; main 1 #📱 your worst nightmare 📱 v; main 2 #📱 off the clock 📱 ooc talk

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threadus · 11 months ago

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CHARACTER SHEET ―

FULL NAME. anthony m. chainey‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ NICKNAME. chainey,‎‏‏‎ tony (hates), ‎‏‏‎ ‎beanstalk, skinny, jolly green giant, daisy chain ALIASES.‏ - ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PRONOUNS. he/him, they/them ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ HEIGHT.‎ 6'8 ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ AGE. presumably seventeen, maybe eighteen. ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ZODIAC. libra‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english (fluent), asl (basic, thanks to davey in later verses), italian (incredibly basic, mother was the primary teacher, mike never bothered continue teaching anthony when she died, and anthony never bothered learning more on his own)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR.‎‏‏‎ naturally sleek, straight, and black, now reduced to a choppy, frizzy, black/white/blue mess‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ FACIAL HAIR. N/A EYES. once dark brown when alive, now gray and clouded over. his eyesight is incredibly bad; he used to wear contacts + keep a spare pair of glasses around pre-death. SKIN TONE. deathly pale with a bluish tint; uneven and mottled in some places. in life, his skin was more of an olive tone. BODY TYPE. lanky as hell, a bit underweight - he hit an insane growth spurt and clearly never got used to the extra height. VOICE. mid-range and a touch nasal, tends to crack a bit when he gets wound up DOMINANT HAND.‏‏ left POSTURE. slouches a LOT in an attempt to hide his towering height. tends to be quite stiff, as well. SCARS. one starting at the top of his right cheekbone and ending at his jawline. an open wound at the base of his neck, covered by his hair (presumed cause of death)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―

PLACE OF BIRTH. HOMETOWN. sovereign city, oregon SIBLINGS.‎‏‏‎ ‎N/A PARENTS. ‎‏‏birth mother (deceased) and birth father (michael 'mike' chainey; alive; incredibly strained relationship when anthony was alive)

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION.‎‏‏‎ student (former; was in his senior year of high school), unwilling test subject for the palmer institute of undead studies CURRENT RESIDENCE. an old, run down, sparsely furnished garage at the edge of the palmer institute’s property. nothing says home sweet home like a guarded and gated nightmare. CLOSE FRIENDS. jerimiah ‘davey’ jones, samantha 'sam' hyde, owen wright (pre-death + post-death in later verses) FINANCIAL STATUS. lol. the palmer institute does not pay him for his ‘services’. ‎‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ DRIVER'S LICENSE.‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏yes (though it's no longer valid)‏‏‎ CRIMINAL RECORD. ‎‎n/a. VICES.‏‏‎ ‎‎easily jealous. used to have a bit of a drinking problem that spiraled out of control in the months leading up to his death.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual (slight pref for masculine people) PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. ‎switch, mostly - does enjoy being taken care of, though LOVE LANGUAGE. gift-giving, acts of service, quality time RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. drawn to more outgoing/extroverted people, the kinds who’ll drive him out of his comfort zone. ‎falls hard and falls fast. ‎‏‏‎can be quite clingy‎, but ultimately will try to mold himself into whatever his partner seems to want/need at the time ‏‏. pretends to hate pda and won’t usually initiate it, but if his partner does, he’ll secretly melt. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. epic last song - does it offend you, yeah? / waves - dean lewis / swallow the batteries - ky vöss HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎pre-death, he loved to cook and was quite good at it! post-death, he tends to go along with whatever davey’s up to that day, whether it be prowling the streets of sov. city, or clicking through the three fuzzy channels presented to them with the shitty antenna in the garage. SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. in the gutter lol. he’s very good at brushing things off in the moment, but tends to take a lot of shit to heart and lets it fester after. constantly second guessing himself and is extremely self conscious.

#notes.#had to reformat this bc tumblr hates me and so does god BUT #im starting to feel better so im tryna get those creative juices flowin... i love my son #long post /

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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Poor Reader, waiting for Angel Changretta only to find out what the boys did. Her sorrow, as opposed to the whole good mood of the wedding, rendered the scene even sadder. Arthur's trying hard to understand, poor lad is always confused by people's emotions but he did try to explain the situation quietly before fucking Michael Gray came and wrecked it all tssskkk. The whole argument with him and the way you build Reader's anger is really efficient. One can only feel for reader, who just needed a bit of company. Maybe John got a bit jealous? This part: "You ignored it as you picked up a crushed flower at your side, “But you have someone so you couldn’t possibly understand,” you answered sadly. Pulling your knees into your chest and pressing your cheek to your forearms you muttered, “Go back to Linda, Arthur, and leave me alone.” Is heartbreaking and so true. Somehow, Arthur should understand because he had been the last brother to find a woman. Come on baby Arthur!

The following scene with Tommy sharing the threat he has received from the Lees and how he asks reader for information was also quite intense -- even more when considering his plan is to marry John and Esme. Don't know if this AU will follow the show but girl, I'm anxious now.

The whole fight with Erasmus woooooow. I sweared I stopped breathing. And the baby coming right away -- no seriously, I gasped in my glass of wine. Even though Ada threatening to strangle his brother really made me laugh LMAO. The whole scene with Reader helping Ada to deliver the baby was intense but ohhhh that comforting vision between Freddy and Ada... I miss them.

The first kiss between John and Reader was unexpected but so well described I squealed a little bit. Polly surprising them made me thought about how John is unlucky -- everyone always stepped in when he is with a girl aha 😂 But I love how Pol is concerned about reader's well-being. It's true she does not need a heartbreak (even though I ship them)

Tachipen (Part 4)

Tommy x female reader

Summary: With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known.

Author’s Note: This was requested by @honey-im-hotdog who asked for a fic about Charlie’s nanny. I decided to turn it into a series. The story will be told through flashbacks, but I will note the year. Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925.

Warnings: language, ethnic slur, violence, childbirth

1924, Tommy’s wedding day

A broken side window and a smell of petrol. Nothing left, but smoke and ash. You tried to put the disturbing thoughts out of your mind, but it was all you could think of as you sat at the long banquet table adorned with tapered candles and silver trays of food. Across the table, John laughed at his own joke, an expensive cigar in one hand and a glass of Irish whisky in the other. Isaiah clapped him on the back as he joined in and you wondered if they held a shred of remorse for what they had done.

“Y/n, is everything alright?” Ada asked, noticing the far off look in your eye.

“I need some fresh air,” you lied. Pushing your chair away from the table, you threw your napkin on the table and turned from the rowdy men as they called after you, feeling nothing but disgust. Finding the front of the house occupied by Grace’s family, you attempted to escape the sea of red uniforms with the rest of the staff below stairs. As you paced the darkened hallway outside the kitchens, you heard someone clear their throat and you looked up to find Arthur standing before you, hands in his pockets as he watched you carefully.

Unable to hold it in any longer you demanded to know, “I’m not allowed a man on my arm?”

Adopting the tone of a weary older brother reluctant to enforce his authority he began softly, “It’s about your choice of man. You know the rules.” You turned from him and he lay a hand on your shoulder attempting to console you, “Come upstairs and enjoy the party, love.”

You faced him, wiping a tear away with your sleeve. “Pretend we’re all a happy family, is that what you’d like?” you asked, failing to contain your spite.

“Aren’t you happy for Tommy?” Arthur asked, confused by your words. As he pulled away from you to study you with concern, Michael passed through with a girl on his arm. Motioning for her to go on without him, he stopped to speak to you.

“Everything alright?” he asked, the hazy, cocaine induced grin fading from his face.

“You know it isn’t! You know why he didn’t come, don’t you?” you asked bitterly, placing your hands on your hips to stare him down.

“Who? You mean the wop?” he said scrunching his nose as though the very idea was repugnant. You could tell by his reaction he held no concern for Angel Changretta’s plight and that made you angrier than before.

“His name is Angel Changretta and his restaurant was burned to the ground to stop him coming tonight!” you corrected as you charged Michael, unable to believe his callousness.

Arthur stepped between you and Michael, placing a hand on your shoulder as he said in a calm voice, “Now, y/n, we tried to tell you. Angel Changretta weren’t good for ya. He’s a dangerous man. He’s had five different names in the last six years, and he’s got connections with the Naples boys.”

“How could you be that bloody stupid? The order was simple! No fraternizing with foreigners!” Michael spat at you from over Arthur’s shoulder.

You shook free from Arthur’s grasp, a wild look in your eye at the thought of being told what to do by the youngest member of the family. “You have no right to choose who I see in my own time!” you shouted at him. Micheal only returned an icy stare as you shook your head at him in disbelief.

Then you added more quietly, “Maybe I was stupid…to have told John that Angel showed me kindness.” Looking down at your shoes you said to more to yourself than to the men surrounding you, “Angel didn’t deserve this for being with me. I wasn’t even serious about him. Just passin’ the time cause I can’t be with the man I want.”

“Be glad it was only a warning then. Sometimes killing is a kindness and the Peaky Blinders do that very well,” Michael threatened, holding your gaze a moment before stalking off to find his girl.

You gulped as you watched him go, feeling chilled to your core. Your anger soon returned as you picked up a nearby vase and threw it as far as you could, letting out a scream of frustration. You slid down the wall, watching water drip down the subway tiles across from you. Arthur surveyed the damage, before shuffling toward you.

“It goes for all of us. We all have our orders,” he said as he extended a hand to you.

You ignored it as you picked up a crushed flower at your side, “But you have someone so you couldn’t possibly understand,” you answered sadly. Pulling your knees into your chest and pressing your cheek to your forearms you muttered, “Go back to Linda, Arthur, and leave me alone.”

Arthur slipped away quietly. As he passed Tommy on the stairs, Tommy asked, “Where’s y/n?”

“Downstairs, but she wants to be alone,” Arthur said as he stood in his way.

Tommy cocked his head and squinted at Arthur. “Have you said something about the order given last night? She wasn’t to know, Arthur.”

“She already knows, Tommy. I tried to explain it to her, but fucking Michael was high on snow. Made it worse,” he said running his hand through his hair.

Tommy punched the wall beside him in a fit of rage. He had only tried to keep you safe. He hadn’t intended to hurt you.

From somewhere deep within the house calls for the groom could be heard and Arthur shifted uncomfortably. “We need to go back up, brother. Let’s go see your lovely bride,” Arthur suggested, but he could tell that wasn’t what consumed Tommy’s thoughts.

Tommy hesitated on the stairs as he took one final glance around. Massaging his sore knuckles, he murmured to himself, “I will make this right.”

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1919

It was far too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Some nights you still dreamt of home. It was difficult not to think of your sisters at times, wondering what they were doing, and if they ached for you the way you ached for them. As you sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea, Tommy descended the stairs. He looked exhausted, braces hanging from his shoulders and hair tousled as though he had tried to sleep and failed.

“What are you doing awake, ey? Thought the kids would have worn you out,” he said, voice raspy from the late hour and too many cigarettes. He lit another as you thought of an answer.

“Why are you awake?” you countered, looking him in the eye. You wanted to show him you weren’t afraid of him, hoping to put the unpleasantness behind you and start anew.

Tommy sat back in the chair across from you, blowing smoke into the air. “I asked you first,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“Alright, I was thinking of my family. What they’d say now,” you confessed, swallowing harshly.

Tommy nodded thoughtfully, then leaned forward, digging into his pocket. He placed a bullet in front of you, standing it on end and left it there for you to consider. “That’s what they’ve said. Go on, have a look,” he said, taking another lazy drag.

You watched his eyes as your fingers reached for the cool metal, rolling it over in your hand before reading his name etched on the side. You knew what it meant. His death had been ordered. You knew it wasn’t your father, he wouldn’t have bothered. Your sister would be married by now though to one of the men Tommy and his brothers had cut the day you had left so this could only have come from one family.

Nodding thoughtfully you replied, “This came from the Lees?”

“That’s right, love,” he said seemingly unbothered by the fact that men were trying to kill him.

“What are you going to do?” you asked, eyes darting to his for some sign he understood the severity of the threat.

“Nothing,” he replied simply.

“But…the bullet has been written, Tommy. They will kill you,” you stressed to him.

Tommy shook his head and a small smile crept onto his face as he leaned forward, “No, I don’t think they will. And do you know why?”

You shook your head, fearing what he might say next.

“Because you know everything that went on in that camp. So I need some information from you to implement a plan for my business. Do you understand?” he asked snatching the bullet up and holding it in front of you.

You nodded fiercely. “Yes, what do you need?”

“You can start by telling me what you know of the racetracks,” he said with a grin.

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“Are we going to see Daddy?” the children asked excitedly.

“Yes, we are. We’re going to surprise him today,” you said with a big grin, swinging hands with Clara along the way. The sun was setting over Small Heath at the end of a long day and the golden light made everything look softer somehow.

“I want to see Uncle Tommy!” William shouted.

“He’s not there now. He and Aunt Polly have gone away on business,” you explained as everyone began talking at once.

As you came upon the front door, you noticed a Lee boy sneaking inside. Your stomach turned, knowing something wasn’t right. “Katie, why don’t you wait outside for me while I fetch your dad?” you suggested. She shrugged, taking Henry from your arms and you carefully ventured inside.

The moment you crossed the threshold, hands clamped over your shoulders and the front door slammed shut. Before you could scream, the man holding you clapped a filthy hand over your mouth and pulled you into his sweaty body. You inhaled a sharp breath as a knife came to your throat. “So you’re still here, y/n,” a familiar voice hissed in your ear. The knife pressed against your skin as he tightened his grip on your waist. “Like being Tommy Shelby’s whore do you?” You attempted to shake your head, but thought better of it, replying through clenched teeth, “What do you want Erasmus?”

“Just taking back what’s ours, sweetheart. Every last dime you helped Tommy Shelby steal at Cheltenham” he spat. “And more because I know he’s got it,” he sneered. Angered by his words you fought with all your might, feeling the sleeves of your dress tear and nails drag across your skin as you pulled away. You jabbed and clawed your way free until you could sink one hand to your boot to retrieve the knife Esmerelda had given you to defend yourself. Unsheathing it quickly, you raised up cutting Erasums from his chin to his forehead. He reared back with a roar of pain, holding his face as blood gushed forth in bright red spurts.

As you tried to run through Polly’s house you were met with the sight of Ada, asking what was wrong. You gasped for breath as you replied, “We’ve been done over. Run, Ada!” But the warning came too late, as one of the Lee boys barged into the parlor with a gun pointed at you.

“You’re not going anywhere. Sit the fuck down,” he said and you did as he said, watching as the men who accompanied him, mostly kin, overturned the shop. They broke everything in sight and stole what money and valuables they could find, four cash boxes in total. When they were satisfied they had what they wanted, Erasmus came in to see you, jerking you up from your chair by your elbow.

“You give Tommy a message from me,” he said, holding you harshly by the jaw.

“What’s that?” you asked defiantly.

“Tell him we want our cut or there'll be more of this,” he said, striking a blow to your cheek that knocked you to the ground. Ada screamed, rushing to you as you fell. The men ran out as quickly as they had arrived and you were left alone in the disheveled house. Only then did you hear the children calling to you, grateful that they hadn't witnessed any of it.

You called them in, hugging them tightly to you. You rocked Henry until he stopped crying and checking everyone over to be sure they weren’t harmed. William shouted out in protest. “Y/n, you’re hurting me, let me go!” Soon your attention was stolen by Ada’s whimpers then a shout.

“Holy shit. Water!” Ada said, looking down at the puddle at her feet.

“What does that mean?” Katie asked.

“Means the baby’s comin’,” you explained. “Take your brother to the neighbors’,” you said trying to keep the fear out of your voice as you pushed Henry into her arms. Of all days for Polly to be away, you thought.

“Alright, let’s get you comfortable,” you said to Ada, praying you’d be able to do just that, but knowing you were in for a long evening. As the night wore on, John eventually came looking for you and the children and was met with Ada’s screams.

He’d obviously been drinking because he didn’t seem to notice the state of the betting shop or understand what was happening with his sister asking, “What’s going on in here? Someone strangling a cat?”

“I’m going to strangle you if you don’t get the fuck out, John Shelby!” Ada yelled at him before lurching forward to push once more.

“Keep going. That’s right. Push,” you encouraged her, trying to ignore John. Ada screamed out in obvious pain once more and you looked up to see the note of recognition wash over John. You shook your head at him as you felt her stomach, prodding at the top of her bump and then the bottom. He eyed you suspiciously, your look of concern sobering him instantly.

“The baby’s the wrong way round,” you proclaimed, feeling sick to your stomach.

“How do you know?” John asked.

“I’ve attended three other girls before in camp. One was like this,” you said, biting your lip and trying to think.

“What do we do?” John asked removing his coat and hat, rolling up his sleeves to show he was ready to help. Ada threw her sweat soaked head back against the pillows, too tired to care who was in the room now.

“There’s something else to try. Lean her forward,” you instructed and John helped you move Ada onto all fours.

“It’s not long to go now,” you cooed in her ear, rubbing along her back, then helped her count “one, two, three. Push.” Ada groaned out a miserable sounding whine as she forced herself to push harder through the pain before trying to collapse onto her elbows.

“Ada, if you stay strong, I’ll fetch Freddie soon and he can see his son,” John said, and that gave Ada the motivation she needed. In two more pushes, her son Karl was born, wailing to the heavens.

“It’s a beautiful, baby boy,” you said as you cleaned and swaddled the child to hand to his mother. You helped Ada move into the rocking chair by the crackling fire just as Freddie burst through the door, tears glistening in his eyes at the sight of his wife and newborn son.

As you washed your hands clean of blood in the porcelain basin, your heart swelled at the sight of Ada leaning her head onto Freddie’s shoulder as he cradled their child and whispered to him softly. Sneaking out the back as quietly as possible so as not to disturb them, you collided with John who was waiting for you in the alley.

“You did well, tonight, love,” John said, moving toward you with a warm smile.

“I couldn’t have done it all by myself,” you said, shyly. Then jerking your chin across the street you asked, “Do the children know you they have a cousin?”

John nodded and added, “Yeah, but then they went back to sleep. They’re gonna stay with Mrs. Andrews tonight. Tommy just got back so I sent a blinder to tell him the news….how should we celebrate, ey?” he asked, placing a rough hand to your cheek. Your breath hitched as he leaned down to ghost his lips over yours, pressing against you gently until you were moving in perfect sync with him. The pad of his thumb caressed you softly as his tongue pushed your lips apart, seeking more of your warmth and you let out a quiet moan against him, feeling him smirk against you.

Suddenly you heard someone in the darkness clear their throat and then you saw Polly’s figure come into view in the doorway, her curls outlined by the lamplight. “John, I would’ve thought you’d be at the Garrison by now wetting the baby’s head.”

John pulled away from you slowly, hand dropping to your shoulder as though unwilling to let you go as he replied, “Aunt Pol, when did you get back?”

Polly motioned to you as she offered, “Y/n, I’m sure you’d like a nice, hot bath after the day you’ve had.”

You realized what a state you must be in, moving to smooth your hair before ducking under John’s arm. “Thank you, Polly.”

She nodded, glancing back at John who still stood frozen in place, one hand against the brick wall.

After you’d gone, Polly lit a cigarette, walking toward her nephew in slow, measured steps as she considered him. Standing at his back, she turned her head and blew smoke into the night air. “John, she’s only just found her footing here. She’s young and the last thing she needs is heartbreak,” She placed a hand on John’s shoulder, thinking of the many affairs he’d had since he returned home from the war. “Find someone else to put your fires out,” she warned.

John only nodded in reply and headed back toward the Garrison to join his brothers in celebrating their new nephew. As he opened the door of the snug, Tommy and Arthur greeted him. He stepped inside, removing his cap and glancing to the corner as he took in another familiar face, kind and beautiful. “Hello, John,” she said brightly.

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