#mine is finn :] but pb is a close second

[best-at-episode]

watching the polls has made me curious, so:

[killitquick]

A dark Hallway.

 Request: hi!! can u make a fic w prompts 10-71-105 w Michael Gray from pb?? (like they are in love and she is insecure and that😊) thanks!!💕

Warning: violence, attempted sexual abuse. 

You were standing at the bar with Michael a drunken smile on your face as you watched him laugh with Finn and Isiah.  The beer was hitting your bladder and you started to feel the annoying feeling of your body wanting to pee.  You squeeze Michael’s Bicep and tell him you’ll be right back. His arm slips away from around you and you instantly miss the warmth it brought you.  You teeter your way from the bar to the bathroom not noticing the man waiting for you in the dimly lit hall.  You feel the hand wrap around your face and then the mans body crashing into you. You both went hurdling into the door and then through it.  

“ scream and i’ll cut ya” the voice breathes.

You can feel the cold steel against your throat digging into it. You’ve already been cut you think to yourself as you feel blood soak into your dress collar.

“ D’ya understand. The position you’ve put me in” he seethes.

 Johnny’s voice rings loud in your head. You wonder how he had found you, why he had even come himself and not send down one of his goons. but I guess he thought that what you had was love. That you were his in a way. You can feel the tears start to pour down your face as he talks digging the knife deeper into your throat. He spins you around and throws you against the wall.

“ You work for me and only me. Or are ye don’t daft to understand” he shouts out his Irish accent curling through the air.

 You were too afraid to answer your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.  His hand curls up your throat and squeezes shaking your head violently.

Out in the Garrison, Michael looks around for your head. It had been more than a few minutes since you had left him to go to the bathroom and he was worried you were sick. You had been drinking a lot. Part of him was proud that you could keep up with  the boys.  The other part that wanted no harm to come to you wished you hadn’t been drinking so much.  He puts his drink down and walks towards the bathrooms hoping to bump into you. However he didn’t and as he ventured closer he noticed that the lights weren’t on.  Which was an odd thing.  He notices the men first standing outside the front of the bathroom and then he hears it; your terrified scream.

Michael doesn’t think twice. He whips around and catches  the attention of his friends. Finn and Isiah see the hard look  that has twisted onto Michael's face and stand to attention, rushing to his side. He doesn’t even need to say the words before he’s barreling down the hall and ramming his fist into these random men’s faces. He feels the sickening crunch of bone underneath his fists. He watches as blood spurts out of the mans face and onto his newly bought shirt. He doesn’t wait for anyone, he pushes into the bathroom where he hears your whimpers.

Johnny’s hands had ripped your dress down the middle.  You screamed out scarred of this man touching you but also in hopes  that someone would hear it and alert your love to what was happening in the ladies washroom. However because of your outburst Johnny had slammed you against the sinks.  Your head connected with the mirror and your hip bones were crashed into the porcelain of the counter.  Everything blurred around you and it took you a second to feel the cool air hit your back. The sounds of your dress ripping broke through the ringing in your ears. You feel the metal of the blade digging into your skin causing you to yelp out in pain.  A gunshot rings out in the small room and Johnny falls onto you pushing you further into the counter. A warm liquid splashes on  your back  rolling down your body. You could feel it flowing into your shoes, soaking into your socks.

Everything in the world held still for a moment, when Michael saw you being held against your will. Everything in his body instinctively moved forward as he watched your pained face. He didn’t even realize what he was doing till the shot had gone off and the man’s body was lying on top of yours. His blood cascading down your frame. He gripped the dead mans shoulders and ripped him off of you.

“ Come ‘ere” Michael encourages and you fall into his arms. 

He pulls you into his embrace hugging you against his chest. The smell of cigarettes and paper fill your nose and you can’t help but let a sob rip through your chest.

Later when you’re in the bath scrubbing away the events of the night Michael sitting behind you getting your back. He leans his head against you and sighs.  You turn to face him but he just grips onto you making it impossible for you to turn around. You can feel the shaking of his shoulder and the quiet sniffles and you realize he’s crying.

“ Oh Michael” You breathe

“ M sorry love” he sobs “ S’all my fault” he continues.

“ No it’s mine. I didn’t tell you, what brought me here.” you say rubbing his arms.

“ I ran away, from a whore house. My aunt ran it. My mum and dad died so i was forced to live with her, forced to work. Johnny was my number one customer and my aunts right hand man. I couldn’t do it anymore. So i left.” you explain hands shaking now that the truth had come out.

You didn’t tell Michael because you didn’t want him to think less of you. You didn’t want anyone to know what you used to do. It was humiliating that your own family forced you to do something so heinous. It was humiliating that you stayed for so long.  Michael squeezes you closer to him and kisses your shoulder.

“ S’okay” he mumbles into it. you turn your head to look at him and see the red in his eyes and nose. You see the way his face drops lower then hell and it breaks your heart to know that you had caused it.

“ c-could, you just smile. I just really need to see you smile” you whisper to him, you can feel the familiar pool of tears starting to form in your eyes and your throat starts to harden.  

You can feel his lips stretch against your skin and that was enough.

“ I love you, Michael Gray.”

“ And I , you”