#michael fassbender x alicia vikander

[michaelfassweiner]

My one true love. I love you forever.

[ladylaviniya]

The Negatives of Shooting People

Chapter 2 || MasterList || Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: A new job creates a new problem for August who decides he needs to remind you of his power. You let Lloyd inside, and he has an offer to make.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Masturbation, Referenced Non-Con Events, Implied Illegal Weapon Arms Trading, Threats, Manipulation, Stalking Journalism.

Pairing: Kingpin!August Walker X F!reader

Word Count: 9.4k

Author Notes: in my mind and casting, Jude Driver is played by Adam Driver. Wesley Gibson is played by James McAvoy. Brandon Sullivan is played by Michael Fassbender. Katarina Vikander is played by Alicia Vikander.

Inspiring Song: "Woman." by Ke$ha.

10:23am Thursday 8th August 2024, Brisbane CBD.

“These photos Miss Y/L/N, they’re magnificent. I haven’t seen quality this good since…well…never really…When can you start?”

You grinned, sitting across from the head editor of one of the smaller local newpapers.

You knew you had to find a job quickly…you were sick of the employment agency and their unhelpful attitude. You knew if you were going to remain safe and take down the billionaire asshole, you needed to be the best version of yourself.

It had been a three days since you first met that monster... August Walker. And he had seemingly invaded your every thought. He was there in the back and front of your mind haunting and taunting you with his smirking lips and roguishly deep voice.

The gentleman who sat in front of you had no idea. That was something you were okay with, how could anyone know? No one knew. You hadn’t called or replied to any text messages Lloyd had sent.

You made a resume portfolio of your best photos you’d taken since your first camera your dad ever bought you. Both Polaroid and electronic. You still hadn’t forgotten that August had stolen one of your father’s cameras from the day he forced you to cum on the recliner chair.

You knew you were inexperienced in journalism…but your photography was a master skill unlike any other.

Your successful interview, you put it up to a great sense of confidence, as well.

“Right now if you’ll have me,” you winked. He was an older man of an older generation. Clearly he knew and was a deep fan of Australian banter that borderlines the aesthetics of flirtation. You were a young woman and he was an older man, the math was simple. Bat your lashes, pretend to be coy and then slide in with a sarcastic remark or sexual innuendo.

He laughed and leant over his desk. You shook your new bosses hand.

He liked that very much. ‘Of course he would, he’s practically old enough to be someone’s perverted uncle.’

“Oh most definitely…” he said biting his bottom lip, he was milking the banter.

He was a handsome even for a classic perverted elder fellow. John Luther was a grey fox so the ladies might say. You were sure that from now on never to truly trust a man…so when he winked back and looked down your shirt- at your chest, you smiled wider, ‘predictable men…he is going to be easy to manipulate…’

You had to thank August one day…if he hadn’t hurt and humiliated you the way he did…you would never have felt the rage of all women and the desire to use your assets to get what you wanted in this Man’s World.

You sat back a lit and lifted your chest as you gave a big happy sigh while watching Mr Luther continuously ogle your chest.

It sent a shiver even down your spine thinking about it…entering a villainess era…a femme fatale story….a tale of revenge and justice.

“I admire a woman with confidence,” he said sucking his teeth, his right hand slide down beneath his desk out of view. You had half a mind to assume he was palming his dick in his trousers.

“So how about I assign you your first assignment? See how you go? I’ll even let you choose…”

“Choose?” you asked with a faux coyness, fluttering your lashes.

“Well, we have a very interesting story idea in regards to the Woolloongabba Doggy Day care that just moved to East Brisbane, rumour has it that the business is understaffed for the amount of dogs they keep in care. And they only use half of the required sanitization required. A spread of kennel cough and many dogs having their ears ripped off by other larger dogs belonging to rich clients the owner of the doggy day care refuses to lose business towards.”

Oh dear, you noted, that sounded tragic….it’s a good thing you never had a pet as a kid. It would hurt too much to be in that position. Hearing a pet dog had its ear ripped off by savage untrained dogs.

“...And the other case?” You sweetly chirped.

His smile fell, “There’s a certain gentleman that’s running around allegedly smuggling drugs and arm deals…” he repeated, “��Allegedly’…”

He rolled back in his chair to reach for a folder on his bookshelf, flicking through it.

Your craning neck had time to catch the outline of his prick beneath his pants. ‘Oh yes...this man is putty in my hands.’ When he swivelled back, you dashed your eyes back to his desk trinkets and smiled at him.

“A bloke named August Walker selling to or buying from an old money American philanthropist Brandon Sullivan…”

‘No fucking way’….just your luck…

You were going to fucking take it no matter what….

Luther grimaced, “It’s a big task so I won’t judge you for not taking it. I’m just hoping to catch the sons of bitches at it. It would be a huge story for media not even those wankers at seven, nine or ten news could think to report.”

You reached over his desk to steal his pen and stick note pad. You took down the name he mentioned on a sticky note- Brandon Sullivan...you made sure to memorise it well.

“How about we even make those conniving morons at sky news jealous, sir?” You smirked and watched as the rockets soared in his eyes with his white tooth grin.

He laughed hard.

He wiped his hand down his chin, “I love a girl with ambition Miss Y/L/N. I’m sure you won’t disappoint me! The dead line for photos is in a week, he’s having some soiree on next Friday or something so it’s got to be before then because you’re never gonna be able to enter those clubs, chicky. Respectfully.”

You smile and shake his hand again, “Mr Luther, I swear…I’ll give you the best goddamn shots you’ve ever seen of that criminal.”

Now your man hunt had truly commenced, you smiled to yourself. Who knew that revenge could come so easily and quickly…

Luther gave you your own cubicle to work in. A place to hang and edit your photos. A place to file your evidence. He may have mentioned that the work they did in his agency was on par with the police but by no means legally police work. So if the cops arrived, you stayed hidden and kept your fucking mouth shut....

You had a job and began researching the bastards name again on your laptop, compiling the sources from Google and the notes from Luther’s folder files.

You discovered the following about August J. Walker.

He was born in New Jersey. He was twice your age and almost as old as your father. He had a plethora of connections in businesses from alcohol distillery to Chinese restaurant vendings. Actually you were confident that a restaurant he help partnership over had a familiar logo. You tapped your lip and wondered briefly if your father ever delivered there as a truck driver.

August was a fan of European and Asian based foods and sold it at his clubs. He owned over fifteen around the world. One of his biggest in Australia was The Lions Lounge, it was on the edge of Fortitude Valley. It was for the richest social elites of the country. The price of food alone was almost your weeks rent.

On the website of his club you could see information regarding the tightship of his security. It seemed supreme so there wasn’t a chance of you going to his club without a fat purse and invitation.

A party was coming up, a celebration for the ten year anniversary of its opening. A soiree with a “The roaring 1920s.” Theme. You scoffed at the cliché.

It was exclusively invite only, it was only on the website so that those who received a invitation could reply a rsvp. And with you fresh out of luck of an invite like Luther even said, there was little to no chance of clawing your way inside.

So...that’s when you had to resort to extra creativity. You held up the sticky note and smiled.

09:07am Wednesday 14th August 2024, Robertson Brisbane.

August Walker was a man with a craving to remain in power. He had fought tooth and nail to get where he was and for now he felt incredibly comfortable…he had enough money to buy the fucking country...he had the power to make politicians kneel and kiss his shoes if he demanded it. To the police, with his legal team, he was currently untouchable.

He could literally have any woman he wanted…but he wanted you. Since that night he first saw your photo, he starved. He had given you time to mourn. Now you were alone and he righteously believed you needed him.

Yet to his surprised pleasure, he liked the fight and push you tried to dish out on him. Your guts to go to the police sent blood to his cock. He hadn’t expected it. He believed you’d roll over and cry only. He never predicted you’d immediately leave the apartment before he could wish you a good morning or afternoon after leaving you drugged up. He snooped for hours in your father’s bedroom and yours. He’d flicked through your old school reports and photos. He tried tidying your mess and clutter, washing your vomit covered duvet and even had cigarette to pass the time.

So when he received that call from the police requesting his presence, instead of anger, he felt surprise. Not many could surprise him. But you did...

He pushed away from his desk and rubbed his eyes chuckling,  you were definitely a tasty little thing.

It made his dick hard when he remembered you crying beneath him. He loved to fantasise your pathetic excuses and spitfire words. He only wished you’d push the boundary more. The more you fought, the sweeter the submission.

He pulled out his ‘other’ phone. His ‘business’ phone. The phone no police would ever know or see. He swiped his thumb across the screen and groaned at the sweet nude thing he took photos of the night you’d both met. Oh how pitifully adorable you were with your desperate pleas and confusion as the pill quickly broke down into your blood stream.

He wished he had a video of it. How he teased your phone away from you. How he mocked you. Half of it he imagined you probably didn’t remember. After all it wasn’t long that you were totally out of it, limp and softly snoring.

He liked how much control he had over you. Laying the strips over your hairy body and tearing it away to be baby smooth as he liked it. How delicate you looked as he rubbed the baby oil into your skin to settle any potential irritation. Perhaps it was sick of him to prefer you like this. He sighed, licking his bottom lip, staring at the photo he took of your freshly waxed pussy.

He had done sicker things to other people. But you were someone who didn’t deserve this. That is where the guilt lied. You didn’t deserve this and August Walker fucking new it deep in his bones.

He wasn’t shy of hurting innocence but your situation was different. This was personal.

So really could he hold it against you for going to the police? No... And besides...his false alibi had been solid... especially after the rape kit evidence had been tampered with, concluding as inconclusive...

Something about the thought of making you submit but never fully breaking, constantly challenging him- turned him on so much, he found it impossible to work. He slapped his phone down and chewed the inside of his cheek while he considered calling up Natalie, one of his go to escorts. His payable whores. She was expensive but she knew how to suck him off to completion quickly and he wanted to focus on work and finalising the details of his party in two days, not on you.

As fate would have it….he wouldn’t have a choice…the phone rang on his desk.

He pressed the reviewer to his ear and turned to look out the window.

“Walker.”

“It’s Gibson.”

He smiled and leaned back in his rolling chair, “Ah Wesley, yes, how are you mate?”

“You’ve got a little problem, sir,” he heard his public relation specialist sigh, “A tail.”

“Oh?”

“I’m sending the email now,” the click clack typing of the keyboard echoed in the headset Wesley wore,” It seems the paper has started to find better journalists…”

The email notification came in quickly. The ping from his monitor forced August to spin around in his chair. He pursed his lips and scrolled to click the link.

He hovered the mouse arrow down and noticed the collection of photos taken of him in the high class restaurants talking with a old underworld buddy of his. Some of the images however were incredibly exposing. His hand was shaking Brandons in one when he made a export deal with him, another photo showed August’s fingers touching a contract, his eyes looking at a phone Brandon was holding with images of guns. This was not good at all…

“What the fuck…” his hand pressed to his lips, he mused, “The photographer was smart, he knows how to pick a decent angle, Jesus what camera took this?” He clicked another photo, “These details…you can practically see every pore on Brandon’s bloody face…”

His mouth felt dry. He knew he needed to hire Natalie’s services now, the stressed building up had him tense. His erection had vanished, now it was a matter of pain in his shoulders and back.

He scrolled further and stared at the headlines jumping out. “Playboy or Pathological Criminal.”, “Party King or King Pin.”, “Australia’s own insider terrorist.”

His eyes widened at seeing the publishing office. John Fucking Luther & Co. News.

His jaw cracked with the tightness he clenched. No. He didn’t have time for this shit.

“She, sir,” The lackey corrected, “Newest of Luther’s flock. His word usually isn’t credible but this? This is going to be hard, expensive press to erase or cover up. Other news outlets are fighting over the rites.”

She...

He picked up a pen and clicked the button. Why was it even that important.

She...

She? His eyes sharpened. He looked closer at the photos on his screen. Something about the photo style reminded him of something earlier he had seen the previous week. So many….on a wall…beside a bed…filled with a captivating woman he defiled…but surely not you? Surely not you...

“What did you say?”

“Sir the cost to-”

He shook his head and sighed into the phone, cutting of the agent, “No, no, I meant the photographer. You said ‘she’? Luther? Are you sure this is real? His lot are the worst, always blurry or grainy if they’re lucky…who the fuck is this new photographer or editor or whoever the fuck is getting these images.”

“We can only assume,” Wesley mumbled, “You’ve had this little thing on your tail for the passed few days, she tries to be sneaky we’ve noted. We didn’t expect her to release decent pictures…we followed her back to the Luther office. The angles fit the locations we have caught her in.”

His thumb pressed hard against the pen.

“Show me this bitch,” he growled under his breath.

Another email ping and a link later, your face filled the computer screen. Your eyes burned him right back…you were in a few photos. Some where you hid among a roof top, another you were hiding in a corner at the restaurant, and finally one where you were just in a park looking down at your camera probably going over the shots you’d taken.

“Want us to deal with her, sir?” he suddenly heard Wesley ask. Deal with her...Destroy her reputation...beat her up…sell her…or kill her....no…no...not his new puppy.

He blinked with bewilderment and hummed, “No...” He cleared his throat, “No, no thankyou, Wesley. I know this kid; don’t worry…” he smirked, “This is just a simple misunderstanding…bit of…play. Trust me.”

Oh how he could’ve whipped the skin from your back raw for this if you were anyone else...

“Sir, if you can’t get her to stop, if she’s going to keep doing this…” Gibson warned, “Anything more in depth- you’ll wind up in court or prison at the worst, the pigs aren’t taking the pay like they used to…”

August shook his head and sighed, “It wouldn’t be the first time Wesley. Ignore her. I’ll deal with it. She’s my responsibility.”

His public relations officer seemed to pause for a moment. As if he had something else to say but he knew better than to total talk back to August Walker.

“Alright sir, have a good evening,” August heard before he slapped the phone, hanging up.

He scooted closer to the screen and scrolled back at the photos you’d taken. He bit his lip and chuckled, shaking his head at your profiling photo, “You little-...you want to play this game? Fine, now it’s my turn.”

He began dialling up a new phone number. He held it back up to his ear and waited for the receiver to pick up.

“Jude mate, I’m gonna need you to develop some photos for me...oh yes,” he replied pinching the pen in his hand, “Red room style.”

06:19pm Wednesday 14th August 2024, Woolloongabba, Brisbane.

“Who needs a man? Huh!” You said to yourself testing out the new bolts and chain locks you installed on the front door. They rattled and locked. They didn’t budge when you jiggled the handle and pulled. You still had three more you planned to drill in.

You wiped the sweat off your forehead and grinned proudly. This is something your dad should have taught you how to do. Thankfully with the help of a YouTube tutorial and a bit of bravery you managed to take full control and ownership of your front door.

If your new landlord wanted to charge you for damages to his door, so be it, as long as this kept you protected from him while you slept at night that was all that mattered. He’d either have to pick every complicated lock, guess or, he’d have to hire the damn firefighting crew to use a battering ram.

When you opened the door again to test it a second time, a squeak of surprised popped from your lips. You clenched your dad’s power tool tightly.

A man in a black suit and black sunglasses stood outside the door with an large yellow envelope in his hand. He held it out to you silently. He looked ominous and familiar, he wore leather gloves…your eye widened, he was August’s driver.

You glanced between him and his hands. Every second was a risk you weren’t sure you could keep taking. You hesitantly pinched the bottom of his flat package and he let go. He pulled the edge of his sunglasses down his face, looking at the plethora of door locks.

‘What was his name again? Judea, Judas?’

He said quietly, “It might be better if you open it inside...” his eyes glanced at the door again before smirking, “Nice locks...pretty crappy if you think it’s going to stop him though.”

‘Him...August Walker...’

You stood still in shock. He gracefully spun on his heel and left. Your tongue caught in your throat…what the fuck was this?

The package was as thick as your hand.

You had to know it was from August…I mean who else could it be from? Especially since you speculated it was his driver that delivered it…especially since there was a massive cursive ‘A.J.W’ on the tab of the envelope.

You held your breath and walked hurriedly backwards inside.

Your teeth caught your upper lip. You slammed the door shut and locked all the locks before going to the couch, disposing the drill on the coffee table, and tearing open the envelope.

You pinched the top wide open and hovered your eyes inside. There was a white papery page ripped out from a note book. You pulled it out and unfolded it to read his handwritten warning.

“Careful Puppy, you’re lucky my men didn’t bite when they sniffed you out, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. I think you need a break from your little hobby. So I’m going to remind you...I have copies of these. Scratch me again and I’ll bite back. Stay down or I will put you down.”

Your mouth became dry as your eyes raced over that one last line again.

‘Stay down or I will put you down.’

When you ‘put down’ an animal, it usually means death…your insides grew cold. You were confident this was a strict warning, not a threat but a promise, August walker was telling you to stop investigating or he would kill you…

Your hands shook uncontrollably. You wanted them to stop. Your body felt the reeling anxiety. You dumped the rest of the envelope over the counter. All the content spilled across the entire floor. A camera came clattering out. Your father’s camera in fact.

Inside were photos of you. A photo of you working in the editor office. A photo of you walking in the deli section at the underground Woolworths grocery store and photos of you sitting at the Queen street bus station, even the bus numbers showed up. The bus 200 via Carindale. Then at the bottom of the spread out deck of photos were the shots from the night he forced you to cum on the recliner and the night he had drugged you, naked on his bed.

Your teeth clenched hard.

You felt your eyes grow hot quickly with tears. You didn’t like how pathetic and helpless you appeared, covered in tape, and totally lost in the bliss of his sexual torture. You didn’t realise how sweaty it had made you until noticing the intense wet shimmer over your body in the photo, the hot light of the camera shone reflectively from your skin.

You closed your eyes and choked on a sob. He made his point loud and clear but it wasn’t fair. Why could he get away with all of this? You wanted to tear all the photos up one by one until they were tiny papers the size of your pinky nail.

But they sat in a piled collection on your coffee table.

Your hand cupped your mouth as you fought your wails. You clenched your teeth and stomped your foot.

You kept rereading his note. Memorising his handwriting. His Y’s had a straight tail that didn’t curve upward. It made you hate him twice as much as irrational that detail was.

August hadn’t come back since then. He had not made any personal contact since he cornered you in your father’s bedroom. It wasn’t the last time you saw him though…you saw him almost daily, but you confidently were sure he never saw you until now. You were gathering all the evidence possible to put him in the doghouse...

You pressed yourself against the wall and slid down it on your back until your bottom hit the floor.

Now what would you do? Take photos and write about abused animals instead? Always worrying about August coming into your home to take his revenge for the humiliation and defamation you brought to his name?

You settled your hands into your lap. Your heart was pounding. You could hear every awful thud.

Your phone came to life. Lloyds number ran across your screen.

‘Oh god, Lloyd. Sweet, wonderful Lloyd. Maybe he could help me.’

Hitting the green button, you picked up the phone and cleared your throat, “Hey, how are you?”

His voice was a cool balm, “I’m getting on alright. I thought I’d call and check up on you. You haven’t been very chatty over text is all. I still think you should move Y/N.”

Lloyd kept you as updated as he could. He said he interviewed August a few days ago and the excuse was laughable. August had lied about being at his club during the time he had been with you. He had staff members who could vouch for him, Lloyd suggested they’d been paid off and supposedly security footage, all which Lloyd assured must’ve been edited. It was comforting knowing out of everyone, Lloyd stayed true in his belief that you were a victim.

Another tear rolled down your face, your voice became shaky, “Yea...I think you’re right. Lloyd...things have been happening...and...can you- can you just come over please?”

You were breaking down hard and couldn’t stop the wave of anguish coming over you. The detective was compassionate and said softly, “Of course. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

When the phone disconnected you rubbed your face and flared your nostrils. Seeing the photos made you feel dirty, unclean. You decided a quick shower before Lloyd arrived might help you relax and calm down from the absolute panic attack creeping under your skin. You stood under the hot spray and tried to control your breathing.

And under the water your thoughts persisted to race. A particular question shot through you.

‘Why would he even send those to me?’ Your eyes shut. ‘Why’? If you were just some women, he liked to fuck and humiliate... ‘Then why didn’t he just come in and do it in person?’

It was like a pin had dropped. Your eyes flashed wide open, and you turned off the water. You scrubbed your face and got out of the shower, rushing to put your pyjamas on. You almost slipped on the tiles and hard wood.

You crashed to your knees at the coffee table and spread the photos around trying to find that one.

The one where you were sitting inside the editor building at your cubicle. It had been taken from a low angle on the street. A small laugh escaped you. If he sent you an image of you at the office he knew where you worked, and who you worked for…he had read your articles...a light laugh escaped your parting lips. Tears dripped from your eyes, not from grief or fear, oh no, it was relief. Now it made sense.

'Of course!' August had read your articles...and they- you chuckled; they frightened him!!! Yes, maybe not to the extent of full fear, but enough that he felt it fit and necessary to send these too you. He felt threatened. The articles were piling up on speculation against him now in the paper. You were walking a thin line between defamation and creative liberties in alleged speculations, but Mr Luther assured it was legal in the laws of journalism and gossip.

If August had copies of your lewd rape photos, if he published them…you didn’t care...what was the point in caring about that?

You knew humans could be animals. It didn’t matter what was seen. Anyone can masturbate to anything, even just a selfie – so an image of you cumming on the recliner chair was really nothing at the end of the day…sure you might lose your job but the confidence to get you there would be used in the future again. And it would be all worth it just to watch the cuffs slap over August’s wrist. Because even if he’d never go away, locked up for your abuse, you could at least drag him further down with as many criminal activity charges as possible.

You glanced at the note he wrote…maybe he didn’t even write this. If he really wanted you dead, you were sure you would be. This wasn’t a threat, this was a game. He was toying with you, clearly trying to scare you into stopping any investigations of his hidden underground work.

Little did he know, he had no idea that your rage and hunger for revenge was greater than your fear of him.

You pinched a photo to the light and smirked. If only a week ago, this poor defenceless girl knew how her life would change for good...her eyes the mirror of yours. You slapped it flat in the table and pinched your eyes. August was definitely no talent in taking photos.

You smiled recalling how Luther reacted to the first photo you brought him the third day of working...

02:36pm Thursday 8th August 2024, Brisbane CBD.

On the sticky note you’d written down a name Mr Luther had shared. You looked up that name, Brandon Sullivan, with deep dive searches and found very little of him…however he did have a single photo up on his Facebook, he was holding a gorgeous woman.

Once you had reversed search the woman’s face, Katarina Vikander, you could have peed with excitement. She was some Swedish ballet dancer and super model. She was Brandons girlfriend. And she was happy to share a dozen photos over all her social media platforms…and yes, Brandon clearly wasn’t a fan of his personal paparazzi, but there were hiccups in his cover ups.

Katarina had taken a selfie on a balcony; her sunglasses reflected her phone and Brandon coming out of their hotel bathroom.

Behind Katarina was a marina in the background. That area was very rich and popular and easy to find. You recognised the area only by chance. The were staying at the JW Marriot Gold Coast Resort and Spa. You could see the JW Marriot logo on a bath robe in a previous photo while she wore a creamy face mask with cucumber slices over her eyes.

Katarina seemed to have this obsession with a Americana aesthetic, her favourite artist was in her saved Instagram stories, Lana del Rey.

The caption of her post with Brandon hidden in the background under a broad brim hat said, “Sunny and happy with my love, he doesn’t like the seafood here, he wants ‘real truffles.’ **eyeroll emoji**”

You remembered how you sat back after seeing that and searched every restaurant in the area of the Gold Coast region and only one sold authentic truffle dishes…men are fickle and usually won’t try new things…he was clearly a man set in his ways if he wouldn’t let her post photos of him. or at least that was your theory and assumption about the almost non-existent Brandon Sullivan.

You went back and searched August. He had a decent amount of information, he was very private however, no named girlfriends or family. He was very business oriented….and what did you know? Two years ago on his LinkedIn profile you could see August had been at the opening of the same little truffle restaurant nearby where Katrina and Brandon were staying. You scrolled.

‘Looks like he was or still is an investor.’

It wasn’t solid evidence, and you didn’t know if August would be there to meet with them…so all it took, was a simple phone call…and the great skill of confidence with a stride of lying.

As the phone dialed, you selected a fake name. Your co-worker had a F.R.I.E.N.D.S coffee mug, and you stared at the dark drink stain…it’s dark colour making a perfect name.

When a staff member of the restaurant answered you hurriedly got through your plotted lie, “Hello? Yes, my name is…Jennifer Brown, I’m Mr August Walkers new assistant…listen his last employee was quite begrudged and threw out all the known appointments Mr Walker was to attend in the next three months. I’m pretty sure he has a table booked for your restaurant?”

The administrator paused. You hoped he wouldn’t ask you to repeat yourself or question you further, so you sarcastically joked, “He will murder me if I can’t find out, it’s very important.”

You prayed he’d bite the banter.

The administration clerk had a boyish tone, “Of course! Would you like me to look up the time and date of his reservation?”

You smirked and held back a cackle, you feigned a sweet joyful cry, “I would be grateful if you could be a dear, thank you so much!”

And that was how you found out the schedule and exact location of August Walker and his criminal associate.

09:45am Friday 9th August 2024, Coomera, Gold Coast.

Getting inside the restaurant wasn’t too hard. It had an open-door area with French doors. You made sure to wear a large sun hat and a plain dress. Your dad owned a small camera, about the size of an apple. You put it on a timer and leant to the floor, aiming the view finder at their table.

The entire time you swore you were sweating bullets. If August had seen you and confronted you, you probably would be chained to a pipe laying naked on a dirty mattress…maybe with those missing women you heard about on the news, Rachel, Stephanie, and Alison.

‘Why didn’t he keep me then? We did he return me back home? Did he kill those other girls?’ the more you thought too deeply on the topic, it made your skin crawl.

You clenched one of the forks, staring at the kingpin in the reflection. He looked to smug for a man that got off on harming women. You wished you could stab out his eyes with the prongs. And when the waiter came around to ask what you wanted to order, you held up the fork and requested a new one, apologising for “dropping it”.

You determined the camera had taken enough footage. You knew you’d need to make your escape when the waiter left to find you a new fork. Afterall- who can afford to pay for a cut of salmon with rocket leaves and white sauce for a hundred and thirteen fucking dollars?

You went straight home on the train and bus. You developed the photos in the bathroom sink. Hanging it up on the shower rails to set.

Those were the first photos you gave Mr. Luther.

The other times you took photos of Brandon and August were harder, a little more risky.

06:23am Saturday 10th August 2024, Coomera, Gold Coast.

You had staked outside of the hotel where Brandon stayed. Waiting across the street in a side street. It was cold and miserable. But you knew August would be down here. Darling Katarina had posted a photo of her shoes in an elevator, beside her feet were Brandons shoes, but his had a shine. You could see the blur of Augusts moustached face. Maybe it was a reach, except when the caption said, “Lions Lounge anyone? Don’t my heels look incredible! **love heart eyes emoji**”

You were dressed in rags, you clenched a juul stick you bought that morning, gagging on the watermelon flavour while you practiced your “Eshay” accent. You stared up at the windows trying to guess which room the three were in with the help of the ex-ballerinas photos.

A month ago, you would’ve thought doing something like this was insane and frankly unhealthy. But you a month ago had not been humiliated and manipulated, God knows what a woman will do once you’ve pissed her off…was it obsession? Most definitely, for revenge, for justice, for all the girls who fell for August and harmed by his reputation.

You waited…and you were right. Brandon and August walking out together. The sweet young woman was clinging to Brandon’s side with a wide girlish smile and love heart shaped sunglasses. Funnily enough, the car that picked them up just so happened to be driven by the same dark headed driver in the same black car that August took you in. You took a snapshot of the license plate and watched it drive through the somewhat slow traffic down the street. You walked and walked, keeping your eyes set on the license plate. While traffic rolled, you turned and noted there were a few empty taxis.

You took off the jumper that you cut a bunch of holes in and dumped it in a garbage bin before bending down and tapping on one of the taxi windows.

“Hey! Are you available to drive me?” You called to one of the taxi drivers that hadn’t noticed you until that second...his eyes widened with surprise before nodding, “quickly, traffic is slow, hop in!”

You slid directly into the passenger side, which on a normal day you’d never dare.

But today wasn’t a normal day. You sat up in your seat and scrolled the area with your eyes.

“So where are we headed today, ma’am?” The driver asked.

You pointed ahead with a cheeky smile, “See that black car? The fancy one.”

“The tesla?” He asked.

“My friends are in that car, so please follow it. They know the way.”

He peered at you curiously, you knew it was stupid. If you had friends rich enough for a tesla, they’d never leave you to find a taxi. But hey…money is money, the driver wouldn’t argue. He started the timer and to your satisfaction traffic picked up. When they zoomed through the street the taxi tried to keep up. They were driving to a quieter street with Western Europeanised cafe’s.

As they stopped and hoped out you quickly requested to the driver, “Do you mind going around the corner? I’m a little embarrassed.”

God, you hated to say it but you had to play the suddenly snobby cunt.

He didn’t care either way to your relief and parked around the corner, metres away from the two men.

You paid the driver handsomely with cash you managed to find in your old piggy bank back home and slid out of the cab. Your face carefully looked around the corner and you skirted back. August, Brandon and Katarina had decided to sit outside in the warm morning sunlight. It was just your luck! Quickly, you crossed the street away from the cafe. The more distance the better.

To your luck it was a block of units across from the cafe. You walked around the building and kept your head down. You came up behind in an alley and smiled at the long spiral stairs that went up to the roof top. The adrenaline extinguished all fear of heights and pushed you up until you stood out on a flat roof. You crossed the way and looked over the side.

‘Fuck’, you thought to yourself. ‘Would a police officer ever do this? Would Lloyd ever have the guts to do this?’

Probably not, there was lots of red tape involved in police investigations...but you were just a reporter...You were a photographic investigator and you amazed yourself at the lengths you were taking. You were eager to get these shots. This evidence.

You saw the pair of businessmen receiving a cup of tea and breakfast meals from the waitress. Getting down onto your tummy, you grabbed your camera and leant over the ledge to zoom in on the two.

The pumping blood roaring in your vein filled you with a mixture of fear, excitement and surprisingly…arousal.

Those were the photos that made it to the papers first.

06:35pm Wednesday 14th August 2024, Woolloongabba Brisbane.

As you reminisced on the evidential demise of August Walker, a knock at the door designed a bigger grin across your face. Lloyd had arrived. And no longer standing in a fit of sobs you welcome him cheerfully at the door.

He was wearing a black turtleneck and black slacks, totally out of uniform. Below his eye was a reddish spot. It was shining against his pale face. It wouldn’t surprise you if it was a bruise.

‘Many police are brutal and cruel but there’s no way Lloyd is one. He isn’t one of those cops...he must’ve been attacked by some bogan eshay or crackhead.’

His smile turned your knees to warm jelly. You felt shy like some first year highschooler being noticed by the seniors. He just had this glow around him.

“Hi Lloyd.”

“Hello there,” he said softly, his head cocked to the side, “Do you mind letting me in?” He asked.

‘Oh right.’

“Come- come in.”

You felt your face grow warm. You opened the door wider and looked out and down the hall. You held your breath and stood aside. The tall man slid passed you inside to your lounge room.

You took a massive breath in and exhaled. No one was waiting behind a corner or ready to catch you with the officer. You knew there were no security cameras and you doubted August would ever add any with his reputation.

Lloyd removed his leather shoes and placed them beside the door. His black socks glided over the hardwood.

You bit your lip…you looked back at the coffee table and quickly shut the door, bolting the locks after the detective entered your flat.

If August knew you were letting a detective inside, continuing to talk to one he could-…’Well, hold on...how would he know? He wouldn’t.’

“Woah, locked me in, what are you doing?” Lloyd gasped as he glanced over the metal mechanisms of your door. His eyes widened when you twisted the locks and shifted the small chains.

“I just...um. August Walker.... he’s kinda now...my new landlord and he probably will be getting keys soon and I....” your breath wavered. You paused and took a deep breath, “I needed to talk to you privately in person I think....”

His eyes didn’t grow any wider, but his pupils shrank. He pinched his dark pink lips. Sucking his teeth loudly he nodded slowly.

“That’s definitely a pickle you’ve been put into then, huh?”

You nodded back, pressing yourself against the door, sighing softly, “That’s not even the half of it Lloyd...”

His eyes raked up and down your body in surprise. You weren’t wearing your bra and your nipples were rock hard. Your pyjama bottoms were very short and little did you realise how much they were riding up your thighs.

You walked around him timidly to the coffee table.

“I got a new job, as a photographer journalist, no real experience required just my luck honestly,” you awkwardly laughed, “August um, he’s supposedly up to no good and I thought I could have a jab at him from a professional angle…”

You sat yourself in the recliner, while you invited him to sit opposite of you on the couch where he’d be able to properly look at all the photos.

He looked frightfully tired. His hair was dishevelled, and his shirt was stain with sweat. He had a nasty purple bruise on his knuckles that also matched the one under his eye.

You lifted your knees to your chest and worried about how much trouble this man was getting into as well as you. You wondered if it was like television shows where detectives mostly focus on the darkside of the force.

You gestured to the photos. You weren’t sure how he would react. He sat on the couch and peered across the coffee table, glancing over the images. It took him a few seconds before a gasp of shock ripped from his throat.

You tapped on the photos where you’d been stalked and seen taking photos of August, “Well, it shows he’s not one to have his photos taken...”

He was shaking his head. He couldn’t stop staring at the nude photos. And for a few seconds you relived that feeling of embarrassed humiliation.

You could see how his throat bobbed and his eyes flutter.

He leant forward on his knees and licked his lips.

“I...and here I had called you to check up on you and I was going to ask you for help Y/N, but god I don’t know if that’s gonna work now,” he sighed.

The detective ran a finger across your face in the lewd photos.

Your eyes narrowed, “Wh-what do you mean?”

There was a lengthy pause.

He chewed the inside of his cheek before asking, “How much do you hate what August did to you?”

You didn’t hesitate, “I’d kill him for what he’s done if I knew I wouldn’t go to prison…” you briefly looked down, “He…he came back like you said...”

Lloyd eyes glanced down too and he sighed, “Thought as much…let me guess…he threatened you?”

Your eyes fluttered closed, August had done more than just threaten you.

You nodded slowly, “He…he did…but he…is possessive, he kept saying I was his and I belong to him.” You pointed to the photo of you taped up on the recliner.

His brows pressed together, his eyes saddened. He clear his throat, “How long ago was that?”

Your mouth grew dry. You felt embarrassed telling Lloyd.

“The day of the report, after you brought me home.”

His eyes widened, his hand rubbed his parted lips, “So he ugh…he was here already?”

You nodded again, “The call you made… he was standing right here with a knife in his hand.”

“That’s why you have those deadbolts huh?” The officer rubbed his eyes and groaned, “Fuck. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you call me after he left? I could’ve moved you, you could’ve stayed with me at least until I could put you into witness protection. Fuck!”

His swearing sent a shiver down your spine.

Your looked at your feet, you knew he wasn’t victim blaming, he just didn’t understand. You told Lloyd everything…confessed like he was your priest. You told him what August did with the vibrator despite it bringing you to tears again. You told him he was the new landlord and that’s why you installed the extra locks. You told him about your new job and you told him about the photos and how you were going to help however you could to put the bastard away.

You sat off the recliner and slid the photos back into the envelope.

“You’re very brave Y/N,” Lloyd whispered, he reached out and laid his warm hand on top of yours.

Your belly felt warm at the praise. You let him hold your fingers in his and rubbed his thumb over your skin. You stared at his blonde moustache and those bright clue eyes of his. You imagined his mouth scratching your lip if you only leant in closer...he was still as handsome as the day he patiently listened to you in the report.

Lloyd smiled softly.

God if you were a cat you would’ve been feral and in heat with how creative your imagination was getting.

Your eyes fluttered as your entire body warmed up.

“Y-You said you needed help with something?”

He smirked, letting go of your hand.

He claimed, “After what you’ve told me I’m confident you can do it...but you might not like it…”

“Try me,” you huffed, falling victim to his contagious grin.

“I have two tickets to August’s little Soiree at his club The Lions Lounge,” He started off, “My other sources have confirmed there is going to be some form of arms deal with some unsavoury company, illegal, unregistered weapons. August Walker is very good at knowing the law and requesting a warrant… but the sources I have are not substantial to the board to guarantee a warrant by that night and by that time Walker would’ve moved the weapons and sold them in a different location.”

You pieced it bit by bit.

“So you need to get inside the party, find the deal going down and bust them?”

“Exactly, that’s right! However the moment a single man waltzes to the front door it looks suspicious. I need a lady on the arm…and better yet…I need a distraction for Walker, if he sees me head on, I could be as good a shark chow.”

Your eyes lit up, it didn’t take a genius to realise he meant you. You would be the distraction. And you’d be damned before you put yourself in real danger again especially after the threat August had given you...your photos were taken in public, this would be in private. Anything could happen to you.

“No… that is too dangerous, Lloyd,” You stood up and paced the floor in front of Lloyd who was now also rising to follow you in your pacing. You walked around your kitchen and Lloyd put his hands on the bench beside you.

“Y/N…” he bent close in a whisper. You wouldn’t look at the detective. Fear was buzzing inside of you. You felt stupid about saying you’d do anything to take August Walker down now. You really wanted to just humiliate the man and call him up in prison one day and rub it in his face. But this? This was a game of cat and mouse and you didn’t want to be backed up into a corner again.

“I wouldn’t be asking you if this unless I had to...”

You bit back the whimper in your throat as Lloyd touched your shoulder gently.

“He let you live…he has a soft spot for you.”

‘He threatened to put me down.’

He turned you around and squeezed your arms while he pitched the plan, “What’ll happen is we enter the club, I find the dealers and you find Walker because he will be hosting the party, he will want to know why you’re there and you are going to tell him that…you wanted to see him.”

You rubbed your eyes angrily, “Why the fuck would I want to see him?!” your fingers felt moist, you’d been compelled to tears.

The kind eyed detective sucked his teeth, “I don’t know, make it up. Kiss him. Men don’t care about a thing once a pretty thing is kissing them.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. No, this wasn’t the Lloyd you had imagined.

“Oh,” you chuckled sourly, “So you’re pimping me out then?”

He gave you a dumbfounded look, “Call it whatever you want…you’ll be paid good money for your service and he’ll be arrested, in prison, unable to touch you. You can run away and move to wherever you want then.”

Your breath was shaky as you dared to ask, “How much?”

His left brow rose.

“How much would I be paid by the Queensland police or Australian defence department or whoever this is through?”

He sighed and gently laid a hand on your shoulder, “Around fifteen grand.”

Your breath escaped you. From near negatives to fifteen grand overnight? That much? For this job?! You were stunned…not sure if it was worth your life…but if it meant he only humiliate you one more time and you walked away with that much money…you’d do it.

You shook your head, “Fine, it’s this Friday night yea? His club is high-class and I don’t have clothes for that type of event.”

The tall man stood back and chuckled as he tug into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. He pinched a wad of cash and slapped it in the benchtop. Your eyes widened, holy fuck it was a month or two in rent alone…

“Go buy some. But you have got to be ready. At Seven o’clock I’ll pick you up an hour before the event and we can refresh what we know before we line up.”

You glanced between him and the money and nodded….”Alright, let’s…let’s do this.”

He laughed and clapped his hand excitedly, he leant in and gave you a fat kiss on the cheek. Nothing romantic, just pure joy.

“Thankyou so much Y/N you are going to be hailed a hero, a legend in my books!” He marched back to the couch and grabbed his blazer.

“You are a special person and I’m honoured to have met you! Really honoured!” He said as he unlocked all your bolts. He swung the door open and slammed it behind him.

You sighed and fell back against your cold fridge.

You weren’t sure you could pull this off….but as your eyes looked over the cash, the corner of your lips lifted.

You shut your eyes and sighed…all that money, it made your blood pulse. You returned to the lounge room and sat in the recliner. You laid back, staring at the ceiling. Your hands crawled down, passed the waist band of your pyjama shorts and underwear. You touched yourself and sighed.

Your fingers rubbed delicately against your clit while you leant against the kitchen bench.

You tried to imagine someone...Lloyd…the detective. He had a warmth his face. Lloyd would never rape you though, he was good, he was honest…

You moaned softly, imagining his warm hands groping your skin and his lips kissing your skin.

Fingering yourself, in and out, in and out.

You were imagining Lloyd speaking to you. He was currently the most attractive man you’d made contact with in weeks...other than August who essentially raped you.

What kind words would Lloyd say? “I washed our clothes, finished the dishes, now come here and let me fuck you.” ‘Oh yea that’s fucking hot.’

You imagined he would be gentle and soft before using more strength in his hips. His lips would be soft and hot. He would protect you and play sexy policeman. You might not have been a fan of the justice system but you were confident Lloyd would fill in a police uniform very well.

So why did your body start to dry up?

You didn’t know what you were doing wrong. You were riding your fingers and teasing your clit…why couldn’t you cum? You felt weird doing this now. It was strange to think before you met August you could cum very easily, after your dad- well you hadn’t touched yourself because you weren’t thinking about sex for a while until the millionaire stepped into your life.

After the third time of unsuccessful release, you punched the arm of the chair and started searching sex toys on your phone.

You weren’t totally sure if the prices were worth it for a piece of painted pink silicone. And there were strange shapes you were amazed were even designed to fit into a human….‘a whole fist? Surely that’s satire,’ you thought, ‘it shouldn’t be possible. It would be like reverse birth?’

You settled on buying a “rabbit dildo with thrusting pleasure.” You rolled your eyes at the name. You slapped your phone down and sighed, rubbing your eyes.

The hour was late.

Your first paycheck would be coming in soon. It was the smell of a small victory.

10:33am Friday 16th August 2024, Queen Street Westfield Shopping centre, Brisbane.

“What should I wear…” you hummed as you flipped through the dresses. Some of these dresses cost the amount of a new iPhone. You bit your lip. ‘Maybe I can return them tomorrow and give Lloyd his money back?’

A sales clerk came up, “Need some help?” She was blonde, curvy and tall. A supermodel compared to your body. You blushed.

“I’m looking to wear something to one of the high end clubs like The Lion Lounge, he’s having a nineteen twenties theme soiree this evening?”

Her lips widened, “Well, we do have many suitable gowns and even pantsuits for that social class, what designer were you thinking?”

You balked and worried that she would see you sweat, “Oh…I um…I’ll be super frank…I have not a clue what I’m doing…it is my first time to something so spectacular.”

The clerk’s eyes softened, her lips pursed, “Well! Let me help you then! These gowns you’re looking at are definitely not old twenties glam worthy! Right this way!”

Your cheeks buzzed as you were led into a dressing room and made to try on multiple styles, designers and colours of dresses.

She asked if you were getting your nails done and gasped when you said you hadn’t thought about it.

She was like a fairy godmother. She went the extra mile to call up the other stores in the mall to book appointments. You hadn’t felt so pretty ever in your life until then

She appeared stunned by the cash you laid on her counter.

Your nails were french tips with a holographic clear coat. You received a quick arm and leg wax and eyebrow shaping. The makeup matched the entire outfit. Your dress clung to your best assets and shaped your body with a clutch purse and low heels to match. Your hair was gelled and hairsprayed down into finger waves. And a lather of pearls circled around your throat and wrists.

The long finger of your dress tickled your calfs down to your small kitten heels.

You looked incredible, it took your breath away to see the glow up….

Lloyd thought so too.

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[nightguide]

NIGHTGUIDE NOCTURNAL CONVERSATION:

(tracklist/tracks/trailblazer)

River Phoenix's disstrack gives the viewer a reason to feel deeply ashamed about his lovers life like he is, so he knows about her too promiscuiously of age (so he knows how to reform) but he knew Reeves at the time was the reason why (combat in an argument)

Hathaway's disstrack is a tale of a woman knowing a sole combat with God that never been and it was but it can be if she can (holy she)

Peter Skarsgaard's disstrack elevates perception that he can never find, so he makes you tired of knowing less than seeing more (pisses you off for not reading enough attention material to break him (willing to kill you)

Evan Peter's disstrack can haunt you by a thought if he cannot forgive you, better without any co-stars, just see him doing it by speech and the rest bleeds without attention (acute to science)

Eva Green's disstrack is nothing but lore about a friend (Pakistani best friend), so she makes her look good making 'her' look good for her looking good for him herself (like she never broke down: her portrayal masks the kindness of a woman forlorn a long awaited reason to return a kindness gifted from the eyes but never strength soul deeper between (her being French counts as her result in loved return in full by self expression (guard of heart like the clothes tricking the eyes from the body)

Michael Keaton's disstrack does not care about your worldviews anymore, like taken for granted and he is racist in real life for an average Turkmenistani conversationalist to an Afghan broken and true (speaks like it) so he's not easy on the eyes if he wants you dead and it's a plan long gone and forgotten (knew his list of reasons to die with a truth that was never there)

Wilem Dafoe's disstrack honours my name only (knew the father by honour (priviledge of Allah)

Diane Keaton's disstrack forsakes death. she almost dies to save a life (a lot like Demi's story by honour routes (is her), so she scaled Keanu's motives to touch a thought at last if it wasn't her (she would have been a vocalist)

Catharine Zeta Jones disstrack forgets the past (rich pakistani village energy, no hands (similar to halm if you knew her)

Adam Scott's disstrack breaks death. he loves her (knows a social housewife and he will almost die to be with her (sweetheart on the outside)

Tom Hanks disstrack forgets you (social masjid rules)

Michael Fassbender's disstrack is inextricably the hardest to forget if you seen him go (he talks with such maneuovre that he gets you to forget you (the animosity between you and your hands is how he forgets how his fascination with touch bears death (witnessed 11 of his family member's die without a heartbeat (you knew who it is)

James McAvoy's disstrack takes you to hell (he does not quit talking about a cause (last breath) but when he does, he will never stop learning between you to see you lie about a thought (X-Men is true to him than you are (new world order)

Jack Nicholson's disstrack causes you to grieve for no reason, he just likes to see you pity f*ck a shower thought for a reason to get what he wants (he just uses you)

Alicia Vikander's disstrack traps you underneath her submission (social rules) but she can manipulate you like a pro knowing techniques learned together by using MBTI and astrology in one go (calendar constructed to navigate a heart (neuro-divergent community) without a broken shield (heartache over a universe without them) so she is not easily known for her mask, so she has none (camera allergic)

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What about Alicia teasing Michael while he’s on an important phone call? And he hangs up and punishes her

Ooooooo bb yesssss blurb time

This is definitely more fanfic than head canon, so it'll be tagged accordingly and posted on ao3 as well:)

It’s the middle of the afternoon and Michael is occupied by the phone call he’s on. It’s important ish, and I have to agree with the very playful and slightly starved Alicia, it’s boring as hell.

Michael is in his office chair when Alicia comes to cuddle him. Wrapping her arms around him, play-biting him, whispering little questions.

“What are you doing? When are you done?” All innocent and only getting reasonable answers, so she decides to push. “Isn’t it boring? Won’t you spend time with me instead?”

He excuses himself and covers the receiver, telling her off slightly. “I’m working.” He gives her a lil kiss, then goes back to work.

“Pleeeeaaaaseeeeee, Michaaaeeeeel,” she drawls.

Michael sighs and shakes his head. “Not now,” he mouthes. He tries to remain patient while Alicia keeps leaning on him, but when her hands reach his waist and she tickles him, he jumps and has enough.

He jerks out of his chair and snaps his fingers at Alicia. “Bedroom. Now.” He orders quietly and points her out of the room.

She’s split in that limbo between being upset she got scolded, and being smugly satisfied with getting Michael right where she wants him. She hears the "I'll call you back," as she hurries to their bedroom. She is smiling and giggling silently as she jumps on the bed and turns around, anticipating Michael.

When he walks through the door, he has that look on his face - you know the one, clenched jaw, steely eyes, set on putting his little minx in her place.

His face doesn't draw the wanted reaction from Alicia, as she doesn't apologise or tone it down, she giggles more.

"Is that how it is?" he teases. Her playfulness has transferred, if only a little, to him. He stands by the end of the bed and beckons her closer.

She moves to sit on the edge, and he bends down to let her steal a few kisses, before taking her playful self down a peg or two. He deepens the kiss, eventually pushing her back onto the bed, trapping her between him and the mattress. He almost loses himself and his intentions in their kisses, but regains it quickly. He nudges her onto her side, and then her stomach, placing kisses behind her ears, on her neck, to make sure she really is comfortable, before he pulls his hand away from her breast, pulls up her thin skirt and brings it down harshly on her sweet, Swedish buttocks.

She yelps at the reminder of how she acted just minutes before.

"It seems like you have forgotten your manners, älskling," he half-teases-half-scolds in a whisper and spanks her again.

Another pitiful yelp and moan from her.

"Your patience," he notes with another spank.

"Please, Michael, I need you," she begs with big puppy eyes he doesn't see.

He chuckles in her ear. "If you keep asking nicely, I just might fuck you, love"

"Please, Michael, please fuck me!" she begs, and he's already removing her underwear, as well and unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock. She tries to turn around to look at her lover, and he places a kiss to her cheek.

"Arms and eyes forward, baby," he orders gently, and locks both of her wrists in one hand. "Good girl." With the other hand on her hip, he strokes his cock over her folds. "Is this what you want, sweet girl?" he asks, and reinforces the idea of her being his sweet, demure girl - the exact opposite of what she usually is; his feisty, energetic wife, whose strong thighs usually pin his hips in the position where she prefers them to be, as he bounces her in his lap. No, now he patronises her, keeps her down in the mattress, showing her who's boss, and, hopefully, reminding her to keep her manners and be patient while he works.

"Yes, yes Michael, I want you," she moans, and he complies, sheathing himself in her wet, velvety core.

"My, my, you really do need my attention," he teases and starts thrusting at a regular pace. Occasionally, he breaks his rhythm to deliver an almost punishingly hard and deep thrust, making Alicia cry out in what Michael knows to be pure pleasure.

Her moans, her glistening skin, her soft ass and her muscular thighs, everything squeezing and swirling around him, it drives him to the brink of orgasm. He purposefully doesn't give in to her begging as he usually would - she wouldn't usually have to beg - He is completely in control as he loses control and comes inside her, making her squeal and beg.

"Michael, oh god, please, please make me come!"

He doesn't answer as he finishes his high and comes down to rest more fully on her back. She twists around underneath him, as he slips out of her centre, and she looks at him. "Michael, that's not fair."

"Isn't it?" He smiles with all his teeth. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"What- no! I wanted an orgasm!" She swats his arm.

"Ohhhh," he teases with a wink. "Well, if you want me to fuck you again, you'll have to wait until I'm ready for another round," he says and gestures to his now soft cock.

She cranks her brows as he pecks her cheek and pulls away. He tucks himself back into his pants and leaves their bedroom, only stopping briefly in the door to remind her; "Patience," with a wink.

She huffs for a bit, as she hears him pick the phone back up.

"Yeah, sorry about the interruption. You were saying?"

She lets his boring conversation fade out, as she decides to teach him what she thinks of "patience". She picks out her mostly scandalous robe and changes into it, and reapplies the perfume she knows Michael loves most on her, then covering herself in a much more boring bathrobe and saunters into his office, where she sits herself down on the couch across from his desk.

"Alright, if you text him my number, I can take the call in a minute. Sure, great. Talk to you soon." He finishes one call and looks over at her. She looks like a disgruntled grandma in her robe - all she is missing is the hairnet and wrinkles. "I told you, if you want my cock, you will have to wait. I'm not that young anymore," he winks, and his phone rings again.

"Well," she says and stands up, letting her boring robe fall, showing off the black lace she wears underneath "I figured I could speed up the process." She gives him a look, challenging him to pick up the fight and come get her - she knows it always works, and now is no difference as he stops in his tracks.

"Hello? Michael?" the phone scratches as Michael's eyes are caught by Alicia's - then her figure. His jaw drops.

"Hello?" the voice on the phone tries again.

"Uh, yeah, sorry mate, I thought I had time, but, uh," he struggles to find his words as his eyes are still climbing over Alicia's body.

"Oh yeah, no worries, I'll just email you the details, then you can get back to me," the unassuming voice offers.

Michael can barely answer, as the scent she put on hits his nose. Absolutely intoxicated, he manages a polite "yes, thank you. I'll be in touch." Without even looking at his phone, he hangs up, stands up, and leans over his table, supporting his weight on his fists.

Alicia can see the evidence of her success in his trousers and she walks to stand across from him, mirroring him in leaning over on her fists. Their eyes lock, and not even blinks break their steely contest. "Not that young, but still plenty ready, I see," she teases, knowing full well she has won.

"So much for patience," he gives up and in, leaves his spot behind his desk and catches his sweet wife in a hot, impatient embrace.

[cursedcursingviking]

Omg this is too hecking cute I love it aaaaaaaa

Enamoured | James McAvoy Request

Requested by anon: “could you write one where james mcavoy meets swedish y/n around micheal and his swedish wife and he’s enamoured. (also that he confuses her with an english girl because she’s got an english accent like me) xxxx”

Summary: James meets reader at Michael’s birthday party and falls head over heels for her

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader, Michael Fassbender x reader (friendship)

Word Count: 1259

Warnings: flirty James and a whole lotta fluff

A/N: this is my first ever request so thank you to the anon that trusted me with this, I hope you like it. As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :) 

Masterlist 

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“mikey, happy birthday!” You say happily, giving Michael a kiss on the cheek before handing him the present bag. 

“Y/N! Oh my God hi, what are you doing here?” He responds, shocked to see his friend after so long. 

“Alicia invited me, she wanted to surprise you” you reply as Alicia comes to stand next to Michael and puts her arm loving on his back.

“happy birthday babe” she says to him before giving you a hug “how was your flight?”

“Not too bad. It’s feels so good to be back in England again. And of course to see my best friend and her amazing husband!”

You were born in Sweden and grew up in the house next door to Alicia so you two had been friends since childhood. When you were a young teenager your family made the move to England but as soon as you left college you decided to move back to Sweden. A few years later Alicia started her acting career and ended up moving to live in England with Michael. Even though the two of you have spent many years apart you still talk to each other every day and visit as often as possible and you had also become really good friends with her Michael too.

“are you staying for long?” Michael asks

“I’m here for a week. Plenty of time for you guys to show me around London”

“absolutely, we’ll give you the guided tour tomorrow” he smiles “well I better make the rounds and say hello to some people, I’ll see you later” 

Michael pulls you in for a tight hug then leaves you and Alicia together to catch up. She leads you over to the bar and you order some drinks. 

— — — — 

“Happy birthday Mike” James says as Michael greets him. 

“Thanks mate, when did you get here?” 

“About 5 minutes ago, but you were too busy hugging that lady to notice me.” He laughs, looking over to you see you sat at the bar “Not that I blame you, she is stunning”

“Who? Y/N?” Michael asks following James’ line of sight to look at you. “That’s Alicia’s best friend, she’s a really lovely girl. Too good for you” he laughs and nudges James, bringing his attention back. 

— — — — 

“I know I keep saying it but thank you so much for coming. This will have really meant a lot to him” Alicia says and takes another sip of her drink.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, you’re both really important to me” you reply and you both smile as Alicia checks the time on her phone. 

“oh shoot, I need to go get the candles ready on the cake” she says suddenly jumping up from the bar stool. 

“do you want me to help?” You move to stand up but she stops you.

“no its okay, you get us another round. I won’t be long” she rushes off through the crowd of party guests and leaves you alone. You finish your drink and raise your hand to get the bartender’s attention. 

“excuse me, is this seat taken?” A thick Scottish accent asks and you turn to see a man you recognise as one of Michaels co-stars. 

“Yes, well no. Kind of” you stutter, flustered and James looks amused “she’s coming back in a bit”

“ah she won’t mind me keeping her seat warm for her” he sits on the stool next to you “I’m James” he extends his hand to you.

“Y/N” you shake his hand and smile back at him.

“how do you know Michael?” 

“he married my best friend” 

“ah well, Michael is my best friend so I guess that kind of makes us friends in law.. if thats a thing?” He shrugs and the cheeky grin on his face makes you giggle.

“I guess so yeah” you smile. 

“so do you live in London?” He asks. 

“No, this is my first time here actually. I live in Sweden”

“oh wow that cool, how long have you lived there?” He is genuinely interested in hearing about your life. 

“most of my life. I was born there”

“you’re Swedish?” He sounds surprised and you nod “you sound so English?”

“I moved to England when I was a teenager and studied here before moving back to Sweden. Everyone back home says I’ve lost my accent now” you explain and James watches you intently, smiling as he notices the glint in your eye when you speak about your home. Even though he has just met you he can already feel himself falling hopelessly for you.

— — — — 

“hey babe, do you know where James went” Michael asks, finding Alicia stood alone. She just points and he follows her eye line to see James sat with you at the bar, talking and laughing as if you’ve aways known each other. “ah, he is enamoured with her”

“If her hurts her I will kill him, I don’t care about your bromance” she says and Michael cant help but laugh at her attempt to be intimidating. She frowns at him and he pulls her in for a hug

“I’m sorry, you’re too cute. But yes, if her hurts her you have my permission to kill him. I’ll even help you hide the body” they both laugh.

— — — — 

As the party comes to end you and James stay to help Alicia and Michael tidy up bit. As you and Alicia go together to take glasses to the kitchen, James and Michael’s conversation turns to you. 

“Looks like you and Y/N were getting on well at the bar” Michael states, almost questioning. 

“Yeah, we talked a lot. You were right, she’s a lovely girl.” James looks over to you as you walk back in the room laughing with Alicia “I really like her”

“I can tell” Michael replies, watching James’ face light up when you look over and flash a smile at him “hey so, Alicia and I are taking Y/N out to show her around London tomorrow. You should come.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely! It will be fun”

— — — — 

The next day you get up bright and early, excited to spend the day in London with your friends. You shower, get dressed and do your hair and makeup. Your taxi drops you not far from the London Eye, the place where you arranged to meet Michael and Alicia. As you walk towards the massive round wheel you spot James stood waiting. He smiles when he sees you coming and it sends butterflies fluttering through your body. 

“Hey! What are you doing here?” You smile as you walk up and give him a hug.

“Mike and Alicia invited me. I can’t believe you’ve never been to London!” He says, his smooth Scottish voice like music to your ears. 

“I know, I’m awful” you laugh and you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

‘Hey Y/N, I’m so so sorry but we’re not going to make it today. Michael is super hungover from last night and I’ve got to look after him now :( I promise I’ll make it up to you. xxx’ 

‘Don’t worry, hope he feels better soon. I’ll see you later xxx’ you text back. 

“looks like its just us two” you say to James as you tell him about the text from Alicia

“Typical Mike. He’s always been a lightweight” he laughs “well don’t worry, I know all the best places to show you around London” 

“lead the way Mr tour guide” you smile and feel your phone buzz again

‘have fun with James, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;) xxx’

Part Two

[itsdarkinsidee25]

Alicia Vikander en el evento Cannes Film Festival - Vanity Fair x Louis Vuitton Dinner (20 mayo)

[mutantofhellskitchen]

me: “let’s do a quick review of all the things i watched this month”, also me: “oops just spent over 2 minutes fangirling over james in cyrano de bergerac my bad”

[thegirlwiththecoffintattoo]

Sounds Familiar 😉

Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander

“I think we’ve made a clear statement that we keep certain things just between us. It was very easy to unite, but that’s quite personal.”

— Alicia Vikander, EW, 2016

“I think if me and Caitriona were together we wouldn’t say. Why would you?” he says. “In this industry we give away so much of ourselves anyway. “

— Sam, Radio Times, 2016

“It’s a different type of work you have to do. The work with Sam and I, I guess because early on we sort of found that chemistry, it’s easy for us to go and find that again. We have a shorthand with each other. It doesn’t take an awful lot of rehearsal.”

— Cait, 2018

[countessmaryarostova]

I mean, if it’s not a rude question, how old are you? Old enough to go on a picnic. And in ordinary numbers that would make you? Nineteen. Just about.

[bihansarms]

🌚🌚 how i spend my time in an app called wattpad

[bisluthq]

manifesting an Alicia vikander x Michael Fassbender for Swiftwyn when they secretly tied the knots and then were holding a baby one year or two years later

That’s what’s likeliest lmao not to that point but like “oh ya this has been the case for X amount of time” lol.

[alicia-fanatic]

The baby has been confirmed. https://www.bustle.com/entertainment/do-michael-fassbender-alicia-vikander-have-a-child

[cursedcursingviking]

What about when Michael first realized Alicia is the one for him? We all know he wasn’t the long term relationship kinda guy but something clicked in him that made him want to put in time for her. Maybe there was a moment you could right about

Michael Fassbender realising Alicia Vikander is the one for him...

I don’t think it was a straight-up ‘click’

I think Michael had already started to think about the long term future, how he wanted certain things, for example getting into racing and “settling down”

Only Michael isn’t really one to “settle down”

He doesn’t want to be static in life, he wants to live in different places, do different jobs, and at times, I think, he wants to spend time alone

So I think he was hoping/looking for a woman who is also a very “free spirit” when he met Alicia

She’s fun-loving, and also not one to go static

Their versions of settling down are just not very settled and I dig that

So I think Michael met Alicia when he was still thinking about how he wanted his future to turn out

And then they spent ages working together on the light between oceans

And the further into dating they got, the more Michael realised that all these deal breakers he was used to meeting, just weren't there

It was just him and Alicia, perfectly happy with being committed to each other and themselves<3

[afteriwake]

6. Quicksilver -- Sebolly

Another birthday gift for @strangelock221b! A short fic interpreting this prompt in an (I hope) original way.

Family Resemblances - As Molly and Seb watch a movie starring one of Seb's relatives, an admission Seb didn't intend to share just yet slips out.

READ @ AO3 

“Now, why are you making me watch this?” Molly asked as she and Seb sat on opposite sides of the couch, her feet in his lap. It had been a long day and she was achy, as was evidenced by Seb massaging her foot with one hand while the other held the remote.

“My cousin, once or twice removed, apparently is in this movie,” Seb said. “We look nearly identical, so genetics has made it interesting to go round town sometimes.”

“See, I thought it was just a doppelganger thing,” Molly said, her eyes wide. “You’re actually related to Michael Fassbender?”

“Supposedly, we share a patrilineal line,” Seb said with a nod. “He’s a bit thinner and not a ginger, so there’s that, but it’s made some things a bit uncomfortable when we end up in the same city.” He turned on the movie and set the remote down, using his now free hand to rub her other foot. “At least, it did when I was with the organization. Now it’s just funny.”

“Have you ever pretended to be him?” Molly asked.

He shook his head. “Too much risk in that. If he wasn’t as famous as he is, that would be a different thing, but he’s got a fairly prolific filmography. He’s a big name. It’s not in my interest to be him.”

“Bet you wouldn’t mind being married to Alicia Vikander,” Molly mused.

“I’d rather be married to you,” he said and then paused as Molly gaped at him. “I...said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“You did, Seb.” She moved her feet away from his hands and then moved down the sofa to sit next to him. “Are you serious?”

“As I am deadly, I suppose,” he said. He took her hands in his. “I don’t have a ring, I hadn’t planned on it going this way at all, but Margaret Anne Hooper, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” she said, pulling her hands out of his and launching herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly.

–

A letter arrived at their wedding, accompanied by a lovely set of knives, from Michael and Alicia. Molly laughed at the fact it was a brand called Quicksilver, which, considering the proposal happened during a screening of “X-Men: First Class,” seemed somehow appropo.

[hogibebeleri]

eski model listesi

bunu temizleyip yürürüz diycektim ama çok varmış o yüzden eski ünlülere isimlere bakmak için buraya bırakıyom kalsın sdfojdsoğjısıdjğods

ay daraltçam bu ne aq

- A -

Aaron Johnson - Leo Constantine

Aaron Tveit - Ezekiel Wymond

Abbey Lee Kershaw - S

Adam Brody - Cedric P. Powell

Adelaide Kane - Alana Windsor

Aidan Turner - Blaise Lynch

Alicia Vikander - Lily Marzia Lewis

Alona Tal - Claire Jenkins

Alycia Debnam Carey - Faith Franchot

Amber Heard - Edith Mori de Oliveira & Aureola Diana

Amy Poehler - Apple Corin

Ana de Armas - Riley Polanco

AnnaSophia Robb - Olivia Maeve

Andrew Garfield - Christen Austen

Andrew Lincoln - Desmond

Andy Samberg - Milo Dexter

Anna Christine Speckhart - Maria Sparrow

Anna Kendrick - June Lynwood

Ansel Elgort - Landon Scotty

Armie Hammer - Nikolai Fedosov

Ash Stymest - Wilford Grayson

Ashley Benson - Lexie Mallaith

Astrid Berges-Frisbey - Anthea Harrison

Aubrey Plaza - Zoya Everdene

- B -

Barbara Palvin - Annie Lancaster

Bella Heathcote - Fern Weinberg

Bill Skarsgård - Hermes Wolfhart

Boyd Holbrook - Hugo Montague

Bradley Cooper - Adonis Dard

Brett Dalton - Aldous Riordan

Brian J. Smith - Ä°.

Brit Marling - Euria Madlyn

- C -

Candice Accola - Evanora Eckhart

Carey Mulligan - Ophelia Delfino

Charlie Cox - Darcy Hemingway

Charlie Weber - Wardell Jon

Chloe Bennett - Miroslawa Waljewski

Chris Pine - Azure Welkin

Chris Pratt - Dux Stanton

Chris Wood - Atlas

Christian Bale - Mars Brant

Christian Cooke - Conor Lynton

Chyler Leigh - Cassandra Evans

Claire Holt - Karyna Gwen

Clark Gregg - Christopher Hart

Courtney Eaton - Night Haven

- D -

Daisy Ridley - Monica Myles

Dakota Johnson - Barbie Riley

Dan Stevens - Damien Delacroix

Daniel Radcliffe - Michael Genim

Daniel Sharman - Clementine Quinton

Danielle Campbell - Calista Apostolou

David Tennant - Hunter Chandra

Dianna Agron - Isis Chamberlain

Domhnall Gleeson - Jules E. Lincoln

Dominic Cooper - Quentin J. Lloyd

Dominic Sherwood - Dimitri Wolf

Douglas Booth - Vasco Delacour

Dylan O''brien - Nathaniel Hawkins

Dylan Sprayberry -Ove Stanford

- E -

Eddie Redmayne - S

Ebba Zingmark - Eloine Heaven

Eiza Gonzalez - Veronika Boleslava

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Elizabeth Debicki - Pippa Voughan

Elizabeth Henstridge - Gwendoline Cler

Elizabeth Olsen - Corinne Constantine

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Ella Purnell - Dolu

Elle Fanning - Rosie Van Laren

Ellen Page - Lydia Carrington

Elodie Yung - S

Emeraude Toubia - Elena Dimitriou

Emma Stone - Alexandra Zaleski

Emilia Clarke - Maya Davenport

Emilie De Ravin - Astrid Blanche

Emily Bett Rickards - Ocean Highmore

Emily Blunt - Lilla Arverne

Emily Browning - Ava Marlowe

Emily Deschanel - Hannah Montiel

Emily Didonato - Vera Isabel

Emmy Rossum - Vivian Gardner

Emily Rudd - Antje Griet

Erin Richards - Glory Constance

Eva Green - Verena Gray

Evan Peters - Viktor Chekov

Evangeline Lilly - Blue Marchand

Ewan McGregor - Acse Lemoine

Ezra Miller - Eugene Irwin

- F -

Felicity Jones - Macey Raphaelle

Felix Kjellberg - Silvestre César

Finn Jones - Buster

Freya Mavor - Olivia Fitzgerald

- G -

Gabriel Luna - José Espina

Gaia Weiss - Freya Kjellfrid

Gal Gadot - Cerys Ryan

Garrett Hedlund - Vitto Carlevaro

Gemma Arterton - Sabetha Belrossa

Georgina Haig - Calypso

Gigi Hadid - Mitchie Finnegan

Gina Rodriguez - Ida Castillo

Grace Phipps - Mia Kayleigh

Gustaf Skarsgård - Vincent Valente

- H -

Haley Bennett - Graciela de la Fuente

Hannah Simone - S

Harry Lloyd - Valentin Veaceslav

Hayden Christensen - Kristoff E. Petrov

Hayden Panettiere - Skyla Chavira

Hayley Atwell - Carmela di Chimici

Henry Cavill -Â Chester Norton

Hunter Parrish - Francis Rousseau

Hwang Jung Eum - Hana Godfrey

Ian De Caestecker - J.C. Murphy

Isabel Lucas - Helen Ambrosia

- J -

Jack O''Connell - Roy Whesker

Jai Courtney - Téo Teixeira

Jake Johson - Tony Thompson

James Franco - N/ash Carrington

James McAvoy - Sebastian Van Laren

Jamie Chung - Irene Weitz

Jane Levy -Â Elsie Rodgers

Jasmine Sanders -Â Liesje Lijsbeth

Jason Statham - Rafael Romero

Jay Baruchel - Cal J.W. Fox

Jeffrey Dean Morgan - Zed O''Callaghan

Jenna-Louise Coleman - Cecilia D. Chandler

Jennifer Morrison - Penny Black

Jensen Ackles - Florian W. Hoffman

Jeon Jeongguk - Jeon Jeongguk

Jeremy Renner - Dorian Dixon

Jesse Soffer - Grover Alen

Jessica De Gouw - Vera Guthrie

Ji Sung - Yong Jae Sun

JoAnna Garcia Swisher - Pacifica

Joe Gilgun - Desmond Gallagher

Johanna Braddy - Reva Keegan

John Krasinski - Jesse Wescott

Jon Kortajarena - Aaron Anderson

Josefine Frida Pettersen - Dolu

Jude Law - Andrei Pavlov

Julian Morris - Wesley Franklin

Julianne Hough - Madelyn Weaver

- K -

Karen Fukuhara - Yuki Nakashima

Karen Gillan - Emma Fray (<33)

Kate Mara - Tuesday Beckett

Kate Mckinnon - Myrna Morgenstern

Katherine McNamara - Norene Harland

Kaya Scodelario - Quinn Jenae

Keira Knightley - Mystral Roux

Kevin Zegers - Damon Wallner

Kit Harington - Joel Paxton

Kristen Bell - Vivien Rouge

Krysten Ritter - Iris Thorne

- L-

Lauren Cohan - Wonder B.

Leighton Meester - Anastacia Bouvier

Leonardo diCaprio - Jerry Arlexa

Lily Collins - Frankie Chandra

Lily James - Anaïs V. Grimaldi

Lindy Booth - Camilla Weitz

Lindsey Morgan - Zenobia

Lizzy Caplan - Ramona Fade

Logan Lerman -Â Harley Langley

Luana Perez - Elizabeth Burton

Lucy Hale -Â Sheri Payne

Lyndsy Fonseca - Daisy de la Vina

- M -

Mads Mikkelsen - Ä°

Maeve Dermody - Athena Zoega

Maia Mitchell -Â Lynda Stine

Margot Robbie - Josie Lesniewski

Maria Valverde - Valerija Roque

Marie Avgeropoulos - Ljubica Solvej

Marion Cotillard - Marika Lamora

Martin Wallström - Fabio Chepe

Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Amelie Steiner

Matt Hitt - Douglas Roswell

Matt McGorry - Corbin Renwick

Matthew Daddario - Diego Mendoza

Matthew Gray Gubler - Patrick Descoteaux

Max Irons - Marc Janko

Max Riemelt - Ziggy Hildebrand

Melanie Martinez - D

Melissa Benoist - Charlotte Evans

Melissa Fumero - Catherine Winters

Michael Fassbender - Franco Locatelli

Miguel Ángel Silvestre - Rico A. Moreno

Min Yoongi - Min Yoongi

Morena Baccarin - Tulip Talitha

- N -

Natalie Dormer - Gem Julep

Nick Blood - Isaac Wyatt

Nick Offerman - Alfred Castillo

Nico Mirallegro - Jack Daniels

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau - Theos Volantis

Nina Dobrev - Emmaline Winslow

Norman Reedus - Harley Harford

Noomi Rapace - Yulia Utkin

- O/Ö -

Olesya Rulin - Ceku Balım

Olga Kurylenko - Zelda Croft

Olivia Holt -Â Rylee Cantrell

Oscar Isaac - Aldo C. Ferreiro

- Q -

- P -

Paul Rudd - Marco Polo

Paula Patton - Winter Willford

Penelope Mitchell -Â Caitlyn Weatherly

- R -

Rachel McAdams - NavoÅŸ Lancaster

Rashida Jones - Jean Cardellini

Rebel Wilson -Â Lauren Dwyer

Reeve Carney - Dylan Breckendridge

Richard Madden - Tristan Windsor

Rinko Kikuchi - S

Rosario Dawson - Eve Blanchett

Rosamund Pike - Daniela Carlevaro

Rose McIver - Skyler Freestone

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley - Leona Lane

Ruth Negga - Lara Tailler

- S -

Sabrina Carpenter - Louise Linn

Sam Claflin - Mathias Clayton

Sarah Gadon - Nina Buchvarov

Sarah Hyland - Marceline Apostolou

Sebastian Stan - Maximillian di Chimici

Seychelle Gabriel - Leila Beaumont

Scarlett Johansson - Diamontina Dixon

Shailene Woodley - Joy Cappella

Shantel Vansanten - D

Shelley Hennig - Nora Simmons

Sophia Bush - D

Sophie Cookson - Rain Gisbourne

Summer Glau - Rhea Crisanta

- T -

Taron Egerton - Caleb Lysander

Tatiana Maslany - Margo Wiggins & Felicia Makovecz

Taylor Marie Hill - Milla Alexander

Taylor Swift - Melanie Phoenix

Teresa Palmer - Dora Desjardins

Theo James - Keiro Padmore

Tom Ellis - Hector A. Whittemore

Tom Felton - Alpha Rigorous

Tom Hardy - Dito Delfino

Tom Hiddleston - Newton F. Windsor

Tom Holland - Flynn Holdsworth

Tom Mison - Armitage Cromwell

Toni Garrn - Audrey Tyler

Torrey Devitto - D

Travis Fimmel - Forrest Dickson

Tuppence Middleton - Mia Santiago

- U/Ü -

- V -

Victoria Justice - Lotus van Boven & Selo

- X -

Xavier Samuel -Â August FridtjofÂ

- W -

Will Smith - Dante di Mercurio

Willa Holland - Ethea Middlesworth

- Y -

- Z -

Zendaya - Izzy McGowan

Zoe Kazan - D

Zoë Kravitz - Thalia Hardy

Zoe Saldana - Kiara Kingsley

Zooey Deschanel - Hailey Montiel

Zoey Deutch - Myra Blackbourne

[fussingoverfassbender]

Michael, 42, said: “I feel I am in a very privileged position in life and I try to enjoy life to the fullest.

“Of course there were times when I would get depressed or like anybody, have slumps and sort of fall.

“It’s interesting that I’ve played a lot of dark characters, but for the most part I am a pretty light person.”

Currently starring in the latest X Men movie, Dark Phoenix, Michael is extremely grateful for all that the franchise has offered him and he doesn’t dwell too much on the darkness.

LEAVE DARKNESS ON SCREEN

He revealed: “I feel very satisfied. I wouldn’t have liked to have ended it on Apocalypse back in 2016.

“I feel it’s been very good to me. Four films is a good innings.

“I had a great time and met some fantastic friends, got to work with great people and got to explore this character in lots of different times in his life.

“As for the darkness? I would rather leave that to what’s on the screen.”

X-Men: Dark Phoenix tells the story of Jean Grey, played by Game of Thrones’ Sophie Turner, as she begins to develop incredible powers that corrupt and turn her.

The film also stars James McAvoy as Professor X, Jennifer Lawrence as Raven/Mystique, and Jessica Chastain as an alien character who wants Jean’s powers.

Now the X-Men will have to decide if the life of a team member is worth more than all the people living in the world.

POWERFUL WOMEN

Since marrying Swedish actress Alicia Vikander two years ago, Michael certainly seems more at ease.

The Kerryman admits his wife is ‘formidable’ but he hasn’t forgotten the two other leading ladies in his life — his mum Adele and sister Catherine.

‘My sister’s formidable. She’s a single mum and neuroscientist.’

He also credits them for much of his strength and success.

The star said: “It would start with my mother and my sister. My sister is a single mom, she’s got two boys and she works as a neuroscientist.

“She’s pretty formidable, pretty amazing. These two women hugely shaped who I am today. They are top of my list.

“And my wife of course, she’s also a very powerful woman.”

EUROPE MOVE

Oscar-nominated Michael and Alicia have swapped London for Lisbon because they were fed up of Brexit and he admits he couldn’t be happier about settling in the Portuguese capital.

He said: “I grew up in the countryside and then moved to London.

“As I got to my mid-30s, I really began to crave the rhythms of the countryside.

“The reason for the move to Lisbon was to still be in the city but easily get to the countryside all year round.

“Being by the ocean starting the morning getting in to it, is the perfect start to the day for me. Lisbon is my home now.

“I love the food and the people and I love being in Europe. I love doing road trips on the bike up to northern Spain.

“I get a lot of pleasure these days from physical activities such as surfing.”

Both he and Alicia are passionate about fitness and he jokes that she has given him a “bikini body”.

He added: “I think women in general have more stamina and a higher pain threshold, we know that because of their ability to give birth.

“Alicia is formidable. I can lift heavier weights but the ferociousness with which she attacks exercise is something else.

“She introduced me to the Sweat App a few years ago, which used to be called the Bikini Body App.

“I said I’ll give it a go. How hard could it be? Let me tell you it’s really hard. We do it together and she usually flies through it and does more reps than me. But hey, I have a bikini body now!”

LANGUAGE WOES

Alicia’s love for health and fitness may have brushed off on the actor, but he still has a way to go to get a good grasp of her native language.

The 42-year-old Kerryman — who is fluent in German — admitted on Friday night’s The Graham Norton Show that he knows just a few Swedish words and phrases.

He said: “My Swedish is really bad. I try but I’m terrible at remembering it, I thought at one point I should learn bits and pieces but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to learn a lot.

“They have really weird phrases . . . so I thought maybe I can just have conversations in these phrases. One of them is ‘now you s*** in a blue cabinet’.”

Learning new languages may not be his biggest passion, but Michael has always been a huge fan of rally driving and riding his motorbike. The petrol-head recently took part in the Rally of the Lakes in Killarney, where in 2016 he was bestowed with his hometown’s highest award, The Order of Inisfallen.

The root of his love for this goes all the way back to his grandfather.

He said: “I started watching Formula One in about 1988. My Irish grandfather always watched it and he introduced me.

“Senna was my first hero and then Schumacher came on the scene and then he really became my hero.

“To this day he is a great hero of mine and one of the high points of my life was getting to meet him. He put Mercedes in pole position in Monaco and I think they did get a penalty because of a change in the gearbox or something.

“It was his last pole position in Formula One and so it was a great honour for me to meet him.

“DMC Film (Fassbender’s production company) is actually developing a TV series about rally car driving, so we will be doing something there.

“The characters will be fictional but it will be based on rally car driving.”

DARK Phoenix hits our cinemas on June 5.