#michael gray jealous

[coquettexnightz]

| Innocent Enemy |

Finn Shelby X Oswald Mosleys daughter!Reader

( WARNING: 18+ content, Raw sex, loss of virginity, breeding kink, enemies to lovers, innocent! Reader, mean! Finn, exhibition kink, cream-pie, getting caught, superiority complex, barely a hint of Michael Gray, etc. )

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Finn only hated the girl because he was told to. She was barely younger than him, only by a couple of months, but she was Oswald Mosleys daughter. So, she was not exactly an enemy in public. She was more of a foe, especially when she was catching on to Tommy Shelby’s plan.

But despite his hate for her, he grew jealous as he watched his cousin, Michael Gray, trap her in a corner with a smirk on his face. He curled a piece of her hair around his finger, blowing his cigarette smoke above her head.

She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, because Michael Gray was undeniably good looking. But there was two problems. One, he was married. And two? Well, Y/n hated to admit it…but she was sweet on Finn Shelby, the youngest Shelby brother. Her favorite. Even if he acted like he hated her.

But where did it all start? Well—

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Finn had come into his brothers house late, drunk. Not noticing that Tommy was currently in a tense meeting with Sir Oswald Mosley.

Fortunately, he didn’t bother them at all. Only— Mosley’s teenage daughter. Who was sitting on the couch, one leg propped up on the couch, her knee pressed against her chest. Her heels long gone to wherever she had kicked them.

Finn stood in the doorway, leaning on it as he stared at her in silence. Her head was laid onto the head of the choice, making Finn want to walk up and wrap his hand around her thin throat.

Y/n was extremely tired, she had been waiting almost an hour for her dear father to end the meeting. She only came because she believed it would be quick, as all of his other meetings with the Shelby’s typically were.

Now, this particular occurrence was before the attempted assassination on Sir Mosley.

“Tired?” Finn spoke up with a smirk, sticking his hands in his pockets. Y/n slowly looked forward, taking her head off of the couch. She simply stared at him, her hair slightly falling into her tired, pouty face. “It ain’t safe to fall asleep here…y’never know what someone may do to someone like you.” Finn spoke mischievously.

Y/n sighed tiredly, rubbing her face gently. She dropped her leg back down onto the couch, her legs parting, “Someone like me? Is that supposed to be an insult, Mr. Shelby?” She mumbled, her eyes closed as she dropped her head back onto the couch. “I do believe I am quite the good girl. My Daddy says so many times per day.” She hummed with her eyes remaining closed.

This particular act had shown Finn that she was not afraid of him, which made him angry. He clenched his jaw and began making quick but quiet strides over to her. Why do his brothers get to have all of the fun? He thought.

Y/n had yet to notice him, only opening her eyes out of shock when he forced his knee in between her thighs. “Hey!—,” She began, almost catching the attention of her father who was just in the other room.

But Finn lunged forward, too drunk for his own good as he gently but firmly gripped her jaw and tilting her head upward to stare into his darkened eyes. “Yer cute…acting as if you aren’t afraid of me.” Finn laughed bitterly.

She pouted, “I’m not.” She replied with no hesitation.

Finn breathed outward deeply from his nose, “I could shoot you right now, I could do anything I see fit to you. You’re just a small, little…spoiled posh girl.”

Y/n brought her smaller hand up to hold softly onto Finns wrist, “So are you. We’re the same.” She whispered sweetly. “We are both children of God, are we not?” She spoke so innocently, making Finn bite his lip and loll his neck.

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And that was their first impressions on each other.

Now, they were once again at Tommy’s house. Michael only being there for the meeting with Tommy, Arthur, and Oswald Mosley.

Oswald had picked Y/n up from her Catholic private school just fifteen minutes before their arrival. Her uniform had long dried by then but her hair was still damp and lying in her face.

Making her more attractive as she stared nervously up at Michael through her eyelashes. Michael glanced over his shoulder and sent Finn a smirk, causing the younger boy to come storming over.

Michael at least expected for his cousin to say something, but Finn only slid his hand through the small gap in between their bodies and grabbed Y/n’s wrist.

Y/n made no attempt to pull away from Finn, simply letting him drag her down the halls and up the stairs of Tommy’s manor. She didn’t even question him as he pulled her into a bedroom, but not just any bedroom. Tommy’s bedroom.

Finn didn’t bother to lock the door, dragging her toward the bed and giving her a gentle shove. She fell on her butt, onto the edge of the bed. She stared at up Finn blankly, her hands conveniently placed perfectly in her lap.

Meanwhile, Finn knew nothing of Personal space, standing so, very close to Y/n. So close that his crotch was almost in her face, but if the seemingly innocent girl had noticed, she sure hadn’t made any indication that she did.

“Yes, Finn?” Her voice came out so softly that Finn couldn’t resist the urge to pick her up and toss her higher onto the bed.

She yelped in surprise as he did just that, Finn crawling toward her. Subconsciously, she spread her legs for him, making him smirk. “Mm…Already so obedient, eh?” He teased, placing his hands on her knees.

Y/n remained silent, staring up at him with doe eyes as he slowly slid his hands down the soft skin of her legs until he reached her ankles.

Finn placed his legs on her own, keeping her pinned down onto the bed by her lower half. Finn took it upon himself to grab the hem of her dark, plaid school skirt and slide it up her legs. Revealing a short, ruffly under skirt, matching with white garters that had a bow on the back of each.

Finn groaned, “You wear this to school?” He wondered, leaning down and rubbing his nose softly against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/n shivered slightly, nodding with a pout, “Daddy bought a whole set of ‘em for me.” She mumbled, embarrassed.

“Course’ he did.” Finn chuckled in response. “I hate to say it but— it’s time to take them off for the day.” He spoke huskily, his fingers working to unbuckle the garters.

Once he had successfully done so, he ever so slowly rolled each sheer sock like tights down her legs. Throwing each across the room before moving his hands up to the hem of her skirt. He held in a laugh when he realized the zipper was on the back.

He gave her no warning, lifting his body weight off of her before speedily flipping her onto her stomach. He stood on his knees, quickly unzipping her skirt and pulling it down her butt, along with her cotton panties.

“Fuck, can already see how soaking you are, Love.” Finn licked his lips, placing one hand on the small of her back, slipping his hand into her light pinkish white blouse.

“Finny?” Y/n breathed out, resting her cheek on her crossed arms. Finn only hummed in response, moving to flip her over for the last time in order to unbutton her thin blouse. “I am a virgin.”

Finn looked into her eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “I’ve known.” He informed her lowly as he unbuttoned each button leisurely. His free hand running through her now dry, soft hair.

Once the two teens were fully undressed, lying together as if they were a puzzle, Finn promised himself that he would make Y/n cry. If she had yet to be afraid of him, then he’d use his power in this situation to make her cry and beg. That way, he could imagine that she was practically terrified of him.

“So much for being Daddy’s good little girl, right? Now? You’re my little girl.” Finn whispered contently as he sucked and licked her neck. Y/n let out a moan as Finn grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip in between her sticky, virgin folds. “I’ve never ‘ad a virgin.” Finn mumbled against her swollen and bitten lips. “S’gonna hurt.”

But he gave her no time to process this, very slowly pushing in, inch by inch. A sly grin was plastered on his face as she began whimpering in pain, her eyes tearing up. “Finn, it hurts.” She began to cry, leaning up off of the mattress, sliding her arms around his neck.

“I told you it would, Silly girl.” He teased quietly, his eyes slightly rolling back as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” He tried his damndest to stay in place, but as Y/n wriggled below him, he wanted so badly to slam into her repeatedly.

Y/n gasped, “Move, move. Please, Finn.” She spoke desperately all of a sudden, catching Finn off guard.

Finn didn’t need to be told twice, slowly pulling out, looking down to be met with his blood coated cock. He gripped the fat of her hips as he thrusted into her tight, hot walls. “You’re so tight. But so dirty, letting Daddy fuck you in a gangsters bed.” Finn chuckled, Y/n crying out and trying her best to pull him closer to her.

“M’sorry— just…please? Please go faster?” She begged hopelessly, her hand moving up to his hair.

Finn did just that, his hips slamming into hers. If anyone were to stand outside of the room, they’d hear the mutual moans and cries from both parties, along with the wet squelching and slapping of skin.

It was so lewd. So nasty. So risky. How could she lose her cherished virginity to a Peaky Blinder Gypsy and let her maidenhead blood bleed out onto the white sheets of the boss’ bed.

Y/n knew it was a sin, but she couldn’t help it. It felt too good as Finn slammed into her. Finn let out a louder, deeper moan, still thrusting in but slightly slower now as his hands flew down to Y/n’s plush thighs. He gripped them, practically throwing her legs around his waist.

Due to the lack of stability, Y/n’s body was sliding up and down the bed.

“Feels s’good!” Y/n cried out, accompanied by Finns even louder and careless moans. Neither seemed to realize that everyone in the house could hear them from all the way upstairs.

“Yeah?” Finn softly spoke. “It’d feel even better if I came deep, deep into your little tummy. Filling you with Shelby babies? Gypsy babies. Would you like that?” Finn cooed, sliding his hand under her body. His hand splayed out on the middle of her back, pulling her upward so that they could be chest to chest as the two grew closer and closer.

“Yes, yes.” Y/n nodded blissfully, not even understanding what was going on. “Fill me, Finny.”

“Oh, I will. Then when you swell up with my baby, you’ll have to marry me. No matter what happens.” Finn grinned widely, cutting himself off with an unexpected groan as Y/n clenched on him. “She’s practically sucking me in, Love. Just asking to be fed.”

As they neared, so did Mosley and Tommy. Curious as to where the yells and cries were coming from.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Finns neck as he slowed his pace. He slowly pushed in and out of her, one arm wrapped around her back, his other free hand cradling her head in order to keep in the crook of his neck.

“I can feel how close you are, just let it go. Then I will too, and you’ll be full to the brim with my babies.” Finn whispered, placing endless kisses to the side of her head, rubbing the back of her head with his thumb.

Y/n nodded, her jaw slack as she rested her almost limp head on Finn’s.

Finn sped up in his last few seconds worth of thrusts. And just as both teens felt their climax come flying forward, the bedroom door flew open. For Mosley had thought that someone was hurting his sweet little girl, judging by the cries that were heard from just outside the door.

But as him and Tommy stopped midway through the room, their eyes landed on Finn and Y/n. Bare naked, not even bothering to cover up with the sheets as they fucked.

The two noticed the older men immediately, and despite their embarrassment, Finn couldn’t seem to stop his hips from moving. Riding out their highs as tears flowed down Y/n’s cheeks. Finn focusing on pushing his cum deep into her womb.

“Well…it seems as if we may need to arrange a ceremony?” Mosley began with a smirk as the teens settled down. Tommy glared at Mosley for a short second, making the man shrug. “What? I can’t let people think my daughter’s innocence was taken before her wedding night.” Mosley snickered happily.

#smut #18+ content #18+ minors dni #fanfiction #breeding k1nk #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #finn shelby #michael gray #finn shelby x reader #1920s #enemies to lovers #superiority complex #exhibition kink #getting caught #finn shelby smut #michael gray x reader #oswald mosley #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby #kinktober 2023 #coquette #lana del rey #nympette #nymph3t #nymph aesthetic #nymphcore #sweet little nymph

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Complete master post of all spicy stories below!

Peaky Blinders

Comfortable - Thomas Shelby x Reader - Pt 1. Pt 2

While everyone else is away you get stuck at home with Tommy planning Polly’s Birthday party. Normally the two of you fight and bicker constantly. This time something different happens.... Loss of virginity, sex, enemies to lovers

Jealous - Thomas Shelby x Reader - Pt 1. Pt. 2

Tommy gets jealous when the reader runs into an old friend at the ar. Friends to lovers, confession of feeling, Pt 1 is all fluff & Pt 2 is all spice

Are You Asking? - Thomas Shelby X Reader

A younger reader (legal) who is friends with Ada surprises Tommy when she comes back from a trip abroad. Fluff and Smut

Tipsy - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Tommy teases the reader for getting tipsy, he walks her home and sees what happens. Hurt /Comfort & mild smut

The Italian Spy - Thomas Shelby X Reader

The Reader is an Italian girl who wants Tommy's help but gets a lot more than she bargained for. Hurt comfort & smut

Bloody Hell - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Things get messy when Tommy goes after the Italian cook in the kitchen. Explicit sex while being covered in blood

Threesome - Thomas Shelby X Reader X Alfie Solomons Pt.1 Pt.2

Double penetration with Alfie and your husband Tommy - Possessive & rough

Bubbly - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Super smart reader, struggles of being very pretty and anxiety, Falling for your boss. Fluff, & mild smut

Fix It - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Sex, fighting, depression, drinking, drug use, unhealthy weight loss, Esme & Polly to the rescue, Tommy fixes it. Hurt/comfort, Fix it fic,

Arranged Marriage - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Sex, loss of virginity, slow burn, falling in love, fluff and smut

Wedding Night - Thomas Shelby X Reader

 Sex, loss of virginity, fluff, cuteness, rough sex, the reader gets a little bruised but she’s happy about it

Tiny Dancer- Thomas Shelby x Reader

Sex, hurt comfort, falling in love, Shelby family drama, happy ending, hurt comfortt

Jealous Wife - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Tommy's young wife gets jealous of all the attention he gets. Rough emotional sex

Dom Assasin Reader X Thomas Shelby

A violent and sexy tale of revenge...

Mustache - Michael Gray X Reader

reader has a gun, negotiation that ends in sex, woman on top, taking what she wants, no thoughts of consequences, happy cheeky ending.

Never Safe For Work - Thomas Shelby X Reader -- Pt2

A reader with a high sex drive, and the things Tommy does to keep up - with Gifs

High Sex Drive - Arthur Shelby X Reader

Arthur Shelby trying to keep up with his wife - With Gifs

Enemies Make the Best Lovers - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Reader and Thomas are well-known rivals when a business trip from hell forces them to work together they must overcome their rocky past

Tangerine

Stop the World

After years of working against each other out in the field. This time you decide its best to team up - the aftermath leaves you weak in the knees

Tangerine Dream

Blue light room smut - you meet a man at the club and decide to go upstairs.

Baby Girl

Tangerine and the Reader get caught in a sticky situation and he finally understands the effect he has on her - Heavy Dom / Sub

Sherlock Holmes

Irene - Sherlock X Reader

The Reader is not impressed with Sherlock's long-time friend. SMUT

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders smut #thomas shelby smut #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #bullet train smut #tangerine smut #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #henry cavill sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes smut #master post #smut masterpost

[pacifymebby]

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

🌛🌼🌜Add Yourself to my Taglist Here🌛🌼🌜

Multi Chapter

🌛🌸🌜 Trouble 🌛🌸🌜

Shelby Sister! Modern balletcore au

Chapters

🌛🌸🌜trouble AU🌛🌸🌜

Snow On the Beach ft Heaven Lavey/Shelby

Love In A Haunted House Part ll

Headcannons 

🌿 To date them

🌾 To tell them you’re pregnant

🐿️ To be shy around them

🐻 To be married to them

🍀 To be comforted by them when a pet dies

🌼 To be their nurse and cheerleader

🥀 To be an actress they fall in love with

🦦 To be cared for by them when you’re drunk

🦔 To be bold and answer them back

🦊 To be a mafia princess they fall in love with

🌸 To be protected by them when your ex returns

🍂 To be cared for by them when you’re wounded

☘️ To try to leave them (dark!) (yandere)

🐿️ To give/ receive head 

🦊You’re the secret enemy and they find out you’ve been using them

🍀To be emotionally distant and have chip away at you

🐻 Modern AU / to beat them at monopoly

🌼 When their enemy threatens you

🕊️ To Make Them Broody At Christmas

☘️ You get Kidnapped

❤️ Dancing with the Peaky Boys

🔪 You thought they were going to die

🕊️ You give them an Ugly Sweater (Christmas!)

🔪 NSFW Their Usually Shy Lover Fucks Like a Porn Star

🍒 You have a fear of blood

🍂 Reader who mis-speaks/ gets the wrong vibe in conversations (how they support you)

🐻 Reader has abandonment issues

🐰 When you tease them all day they... (nsfw)

🦇 With Spooky/Gothic reader

🌙 When they get jealous

🕊️ Reader has a terminal illness

❤️ Coming out to them

🍎They take care of you when you're sick

💔 They comfort you after a break up (wattpad link for now as the post is lost in Tumblr void)

🔪 You die in their arms

🐀 Selective mute reader

🐻 Modern AU! Animal Crossing

🥃 How they respond when your drink is spiked

🦢 With a lover who sings

🦊 How they cuddle + you're on your period

🍒 NSFW (The Girls)

🍀 Arranged Marriage (they find out you have a child)

🌛 You leave your underwear in their office NSFW

🔪 You have a nightmare

🥀 You cry when people shout at you

🐻 What they're like as dads

🔪 dark! How they deal with your childhood best friend

🥧 you're a baker always bringing them treats

🌼 You're just really excited to see them

🐻 Christmas Eve

🥀 Christmas Day

Tommy Shelby

🌿 The Waves

You were a nurse in the war, now you’re a Shelby secretary (ptsd, dissociation, hurt/comfort)

🌿 NSFW Alphabet

🌿 Too Close Too Heaven

After watching John die you fled the family but now he's found you Tommy wants to help. (PTSD, grief, character death, hurt/comfort)

Alfie Solomons

🐻 NSFW Alphabet

🐻 Cuddle Fucking (plotless smut)

🐻 All Things Must Pass

Alfie comforts reader through a ptsd episode

🐻 Afraid of Everyone

You get attacked and Alfie comes to your rescue, cuddles you whilst you have a big cry

Arthur Shelby

🍂 Fear of Thunder 

Neither of you like the storm outside (hurt/comfort)

🍂 NSFW Alphabet

🍂 A Walk With His Daughter

🍂 Snowman

John Shelby

🌼 (requests open)

Bonnie Gold

🍀 Center of Gravity, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Bonnie finds out you can’t swim.

🍀NSFW alphabet

🍀NSFW headcannons

🍀Sleep The Clock Around

Bonnie helps you get some desperately needed rest

🍀Cinnamon girl

Hurt/Comfort, you and Bonnie have been kissing in secret for too long.

🍀 Angels

Fluffy nsfw if that makes sense? Cosy bath after one of Bonnie's fights.

🍀 Stormy Weather

nsfw inspired by that one horny bonnie anon <3

Isaiah Jesus

🐀 (requests open)

Michael Gray

☘️ nsfw alphabet

Ada Shelby

🦔 Bout des doigts

Smut but cosy

Aberama Gold

🦦 Blackberries

Age gap! Angst?

Random Wee Bits

☘️ Who has a secret sub side 🦔 Who Factory Reset Fucks ☘️ aftercare talk Alfie, Bonnie idk?

#Peaky blinders imagines #Peaky Blinders x reader #Peaky Blinders headcannons #Pacifymebby peaky blinders

[leaky-heart]

so uh can you tell us some facts about your version of Michael Afton?

Yeah sure rhrhr

So he’s the oldest of the Afton siblings, Evan next, Elizabeth last. He used to go along well with his mom, she taught him makeup. She died giving birth to Elizabeth. On the other hand he never really got along with William, he was also jealous that William would prefer Evan to him or Elizabeth. He came out as trans when he was around 12 and that didn’t really go well with Will which basically resulted in Mike having really complicated feeling toward Christianity

He ran away from home on his 18th birthday (so June 11 1984) In 87, he’s 21 ! He dropped out of highschool and so didn’t go to college and instead found a job at an electronic repair shop were he used the skills he learned while helping with the animatronics at the dinner. He doesn’t like talking much, especially with strangers. The one time he was at the register was a disaster cause he was way to blunt with the clients and getting angry at them so now he just always stays at the back for repair stuff. He met his two best friends, Fritz and Annura (oc) through this job tho ! He doesn’t have a lot of friends but he cherishes them. He would rather keep a small circle of close friends rather being friend with everyone. He doesn’t really open much about his past (so before running away) the only person who really knows what happened is Annura

He has a shit sleeping schedule as well cause he draws until late, saying he’s more productive at night, or is woken up by nightmares. He took the habit of turning the tv on when he wakes up and put on whatever soap opera he finds until he falls back asleep.

He’s a goth, his favorite bands are The Cure, Sisters of Mercy and Bauhaus ! He also likes the Stooges cause it was one of his mom’s fav. He likes makeup and goth fashion but generally dresses more casual cause of sensory issues. He did get Jeremy into makeup tho !

He’s supposed to be wearing glasses but doesn’t cause he ressembles William too much when he wears them. He also doesn’t wear contacts cause it makes him sick so perpetually seeing blurry (he’s nearsighted). His hair is graying already so he dies it (thanks to jeremy explaining to him how). He conceals his British accent but it comes back whenever he’s in a bad mood so it’s really easy to tell whenever it’s the case. He loves cat and used to have one named Kit

#fnaf #michael afton #instant crush

[lovesosweeet]

KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 2

a calum hood songfic

read part 1

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

Tonight was no exception. 

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

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

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

He loved her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Michael, do you approve?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, Calum thinks. I want her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum fic #calum 5sos #calum imagine #songfic #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc #know it all #the band camino

[foxes-that-run]

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

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

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

Hi Anon, thanks for asking!

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

Maybe Someday

When was it written

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

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

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

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

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

Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Golden "So you wait for me in the sky"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ophelia "I miss you so, miss you so"

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

Similar to not complicating it:

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

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

Similar to forever only yours:

Ophelia "The definition of devotion, baby"

Fine Line "You've got my devotion"

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

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

#haylor #harry styles #harry styles unreleased

[crashing9against9the9walls]

I was scrolling through South Park tags and saw @paolox3b about some episode ideas so I decided to throw my hat in the ring and share some of mine that is stuck in my head.

Craig and Those Guys - I kinda have to agree with this one, I think a CATG episode is way overdue and Matt and Trey should just give it to us. I'm also kinda curious what kind of dynamic Tweek has with Clyde, Jimmy and Tolkien so this episode could be a dealbreaker.

Eurovision Special - In a bid to get away from their dads for a while, Stan and Tolkien tricks Kyle, Kenny, Eric and Wendy to reunite Fingerbang in a bid to represent San Marino in Eurovision, in the guise of entering the school talent show. Randy and Steve, realizing their kids are missing, must team up to find them, but not before they make another special.

Goth Kids 4: Into The Multiverse of Gothness - when a new student who identifies herself as a different kind of Goth shows up in school one day, the Goth Kids realize that not only are there different kinds of Goth, but also that they do not get along and are at war with each other. It's up to the Goth Kids to save the day when they realize the fighting is breaking up the Goth-Space Continuum.

Craig Tucker vs. The World - Parodying Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, when some kid shows up and tries to beat up Craig for Tweeks hand, Craig must defeat seven evil jealous kids who only want one thing: Tweek's affection (even though Tweek doesn't know them).

The Return of Gary Harrison - When Gary returns to South Park, Stan decides to make amends with him and become a proper friend, which leads to Wendy thinking Gray is stealing Stan for himself, leading to an epic showdown that Gary doesn't really want to be involved with. Meanwhile, Tweek and Craig tries to go on a date once the attention goes to Stan and Gary. But when everytime they try to have a moment, Clyde cockblocks them for pictures he can sell to the Asian Girls, forcing them to go to extreme lengths to get away from him.

Bad Goths Club - When Michael finds out that Pete called him a poser, Eric gets the idea of placing the Goth Kids (along with Stan and Karen) in his old home where they have to stay in for one month and turn it into a reality show for all of South Park to enjoy, to the discomfort of Kyle and Kenny.

Edit: I left out some ideas because I kinda forgot about it or haven't thought of them for a while now when I looked at the post, so here's the final two.

Rise of The Country Kids - A response or callback to that one Hetalia strip where America and England turned into South Park characters. When a new kid shows up introducing himself as America and started saying things like "I'm the Hero", the gang and entire town realizes that not only personifications exist, but there are more of him and are equally as weird as him. This puts a lot of concern for Kyle, who just witnessed Cartman befriending that Russian kid with the creepy aura. Meanwhile, the ASEAN gang made themselves comfortable at the Stevens residence and the Philippines personification turned Bebe's room into a vlogging studio, to Bebe's annoyance.

Band in China II: Drop the Bass - After the closure of Tweak Bros. Coffee in Unfulfilled, Tweek turns to DJing and music production to support himself and his family, hopefully to jumpstart back their business. With the help of his friends, he became an online sensation, but what happens when he liked a tweet that will get him and his music banned in China?

#south park #south park headcanons #episode ideas #Stans gang #craig and those guys #sp goth kids #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #wendy testaburger #craig tucker #tweek tweak #clyde donovan #tolkien black #jimmy valmer #gary harrison #henrietta biggle #sp michael #pete thelman #firkle smith #south park firkle #bebe stevens

[irenadel]

@hom3land3r

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sea-side location should have been warning enough.

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

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

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

[natty1730]

Playlist (Metal Family OC)

🌼Daisy Oceanos Morozov 🌼

Blue Hair ~ TV Girl

Mary On A Cross ~ Ghost

Bring Me To Life ~ Evanescence

Call Me Little Sunshine ~Ghost

Teenagers ~My Chemical Romance

Chelsea Dagger ~ The Fratellis

Dear Maria, Count Me In ~ All Time Low

Oblivion ~ Grimes

Brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Ain’t It Fun ~ Paramore

Cigarette Daydream ~ Cage The Elephant

Lovesong ~The Cure

Fade Into You ~ Mazzy Star

About a Girl ~ Nirvana

Iris ~ The Goo Goo Dolls

Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division

Just Like Heaven ~ The Cure

Summertime Sadness ~ Lana Del Rey

Brooklyn Baby ~ Lana Del Rey

West Coast ~ Lana Del Rey

Watercolor Eyes ~ Lana Del Rey

High By The Beach ~ Lana Del Rey

Blue Madonna ~ BORNS

Sweet Dreams ~ BORNS

Jealous ~ Eyedress

Want Me ~Baby Queens

Romeo and Juliet ~ The Killers

Midnight Love ~ Girl in Red

Genesis ~ Grimes

Maya the Psychic ~ Gerard Way

Women ~ Harry Styles

My Boy ~ Billie Eilish

The Less I Know The Better ~ Tame Impala

My Type ~ Saint Motel

Happier Than Ever ~ Billie Eilish

Give You Hell ~ The All-American Rejects

Cornflower Blue ~ Flower Face

We’re Not Gonna Take It ~ Twisted Sister

The Story Ain’t Over ~ Avantasis

I Wanna Rock ~ Twisted Sister

Somebody Told Me ~ Motionless In White

Rock You Like a Hurricane ~ Scorpions

You Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi

Smells Like Teen Spirit ~ Nirvana

I Was Mad For Lovin’ You ~ KISS

It’s My Life ~ Bon Jovi

Creep ~ Radiohead

Pour Some Sugar On Me ~ Def Leppard

Boulevard of Broken Dreams ~ Green Day

Psychic Reader ~ Bad Bad Hats

BLUE ~ Troye Sivan , Alex Hope

Cardigan ~ Taylor Swift

Lovefool ~ The Cardigans

Willow ~ Taylor Swift

Pretty Girl ~ Clairo

Always Forever ~ Cults

Candy ~ Robbie Williams

Something That I Want ~ Grace Potter

Can I Call You Tonight ~Dayglow

Melting ~ Kali Uchis

Moonlight ~ Kali Uchis

See You Again ~ Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis

Telepatia ~ Kali Uchis

I Wish you Roses ~ Kali Uchis

La Luna Enamorada ~ Kali Uchis

First Love/Last Spring ~ Mitski

Never Felt So Alone ~ Labrinth

Blue ~ LAUNDRY DAY

Colors of the Wind ~ Judy Kuhn

Lavender Haze ~ Taylor Swift

Heather ~ Conan Gray

Something Good ~ Alt-J

She ~ Dodie

Reencuentro ~ Huara

Zamba’l Mar ~ Anida

Chitquitita ~ ABBA (Spanish Version )

Ophelia ~ The Lumineers

Selfless ~ The Strokes

Once Upon a December ~ Anastasia

J’s lullaby ~ Delaney Bailey

The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron & Phoebe Birdgers

This Side of Paradise ~ Coyote Theory

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend ~ The Rubinoos

Teenage Dirtbag ~ Wheatus

Luna de Xelaju ~ Gaby Moreno & Oscar Isaac

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

Parents ~ YUNGBLUD

Freaks ~ Surf Curse

Not Allowed ~ TV Girl

Living Life , In The Night ~ Cheriimoya & Sierra Kidd

King For A Day~ Pierce The Veil

Flames ~ MOD SUN & Avril Lavigne

Amnesia ~ MOD SUN

Bones ~ MOD SUN

Break the Rules ~ Charli XCX

Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill

Nunca Es Suficiente ~ Natalia Lafourcade

Haste la Raiz

Tu Falta De Querer ~ Mon Laferte

Amarrame ~ Mon Laferte & Juanes

Amor Completo ~ Mon Laferte

The Adults Are Talking ~ The Strokes

Soledad y el Mar ~ Natalia Lafourcade & Los Macorinos

Cariño~ The Marias

Remember the Time ~ Michael Jackson

Chicago ~ Michael Jackson

P.Y.T. ~ Michael Jackson

Arabella ~ Arctic Monkeys

I Wanna Be Yours ~ Arctic Monkeys

Green Light ~ Lorde

Liability ~ Lorde

All I Wanted ~ Paramore

Misery Business ~ Paramore

Still into You ~ Paramore

Kiwi ~Harry Styles

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE ~ Maneskin

Stargirl Interlude ~ The Weeknd & Lana del Rey

New Girl ~ Labrinth

Pumped Up Kicks ~ Foster The People

Free Spirit ~ Khalid

hate u love u ~ Olivia O’Brien

In My Dreams ~ Kali Uchis

Super Psycho Love ~ Simon Curtis (The YouTube Version)

She’s My Collar ~ Gorillaz & Kali Uchis

Cherry Flavored ~ The Neighborhood

Backyard Boy ~ Claire Rosinkranz

Dirty Little Secret ~ The All-American Rejects

Move Along ~ The All-American Rejects

Dueles ~ Jesse & Joy

Romantic Lover ~ Eyedress

September (Instrumental) ~ Sparky Deathcap

Magalenha ~ Sergio Mendes

Fanfarra - Cabua-Le-Le ~ Sergio Mendes

Mas Que Nada ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

The Girl From Ipanema ~ Astrud Gilberto

Baiana ~ Barbatuques

Me Gustas Tu ~ Manu Chao

Pais Tropical ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

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

Carta Ao Tom 74 ~ Toquinho & Vinicius de Moraes

Girl From Rio ~ Anitta

Dancando ~ Ivete Sangalo

Ai Se Eu Te Pego ~ Michel Telo

Balada ~ Gusttavo Lima

Taboo ~ Don Omar

Calm Down ~ Rema & Selena Gomez

R.I.P 2 My Youth ~ The Neighborhood

NYMPHOLOGY ~ Melanie Martinez

Smell Like Cherry ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Light ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Tales of a Pine ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

In One Ear ~ Cage The Elephant

Why ~ Sabrina Carpenter

Gold Hour~ JVKE

Billie Bossa Nova x West Coast

#dee x reader #metal family #metal family x reader #metal family fandom #metal family heavy #metal family dee #metal family glam #metal family vicky #metal family ches #metal family lif

[cigarettes-can-solve-everything]

'Paper Rings'

Type of fiction: Michael Gray One Shot

Couple: Michael Gray x reader

Summary: After attending a boring party you and Michael decided to have some fun by playing a card game.

Warning: A little NSFW! 🤤

"What a boring party." Michael said and took his jacket of.

"You call that a party?" You asked. "There is only vegetables and champange. Almost an opera is more excited than that." You threw your heels randomly away. That was always the first thing you did. Heels was always a part you wanted to erase from the world. Wouldn't it be nice to walk on barefoot? So your foot wouldn't sweet at all.

It took you a minute to find Michael in a couch and you joined him with lying on the other side of the couch and your feet on his lap. So he could do his daily message on your feet. "When you gonna stop giving me those stinky feet to me?" He slowly squeezed your feet with his thump.

"Well I handle you with your cigarettes smell why you can't do this?"

"I bet they can race with that most stinkest cheese in the world." He said. "So you can win once in a time." And laughed. You punched him with your feet.

"I win always it's you that cheating the whole time. Like that card game before." Your eyes speaked out of revenge.

He bowed a bit closer to you "I was the best one in math in whole school. Don't forget it." Oh he didn't need to remind that. You was always jealous of the medallion he had. 1st in math. Congratulate our classmate for being the winner of 1st in math.

"That doesn't even make sense Mister. In card game it's luck what counts." You was happy to make some point but even on that he destroyed this moment.

"I know I just wanted you to remind my won in which you was the last of the class if I'm not remember me wrong."

On that you punched him again. "I will win and you will be sorry for it."

"Okay than let's make it more interesting. Each rount the winner decide what clothes the loser should take off. Is that a deal?"

"Hmm so you are excited to go naked infront of me? Deal." He grinned on what you said. Ofcourse you had that intention to...

Michael and you took your places at the table and began to shuffle the cards. You hoped that you would win and so it did. In the first rount Michael lost and you could decide it. "The shirt." You said. He obeyed you and slowly took the buttons off. Your eyes followed his hands till he said "So the little witch is excited to see me naked uh." You was so focused on his fingers that you didn't notice his looks on you.

"Can that be faster please. I have a rount to win."

"Impatience..." He said and took his shirt of. You bited your under lip. It was not your first time you saw his torso but it felt like you are in his spell each time. "Lets the second one begin."

Your winst wasn't for that long. He won and you lost. So he will make a decision which was your dress. You stood up infront of him and took your dress off. The fabric slowly left your skin as if you were about to be a model for some potraits. It made you blush a bit and his eyes were travelling your body. You both began to feel hot and you decide to go out the limits which was taking your bra off. "We didn't play a round." He said staring on your naked breasts.

"We don't have to." You took your seet on his lap. "Game over."

"Right. Time to play some other games." He started to play with your nipples. You felt already the wettness trough your pussy. You wispered "Lets begin." And a kiss started your new game.

#michael gray #finn cole #peaky blinders #peaky blinders season 6 #fyp2022 #peaky blinders spoilers #michael gray fanfic #michael gray x y/n #michael gray x reader #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

[themultifandomgal]

Peaky Blinders- Dating Them

Arthur

Arthur is a kind man to you. He always makes sure your ok, but he develops a drinking problem which so many have done in the aftermath of the war. You are able to deal with it, that is until drugs are thrown in to the mix. You know that many people are doing snow, but it changes Arthur in a way that you don't like. So you help him through it, tell him that if he gets clean you'll marry him because he's been asking you to from the day you arrive back in Small Heath. Helping Arthur is a challenge, but you love him and you know once he's clean he will be the best version of himself. Your arguments are usually about drinking and the drugs, but once he overcomes them the arguments usually boil down to him wanting you to leave your job because he is able to support you. Arthur is super protective of you, but still allows you to have your time and space

Tommy

Your relationship with Tommy can be up and down. Almost immediately Tommy wants you to move in with him. The good is amazing, but the bad can be awful, but with his love for you and your love for him you know you can get through anything. Tommy is extremely protective of you, if he's not with you then you've got a Peaky Blinder following you. You and Tommy spend the little free time you do have with the horses, if your not with the horses your usually sat in his office reading while he's doing paper work. Arguments with Tommy are described as a war zone that no one should dare to enter. You can go days without talking when in an argument, but when you and Tommy want to end the argument you both have different ways. Instead of saying sorry you will usually hug him in some way, as soon as this happens all the tension in the air goes. Tommy will normally do something sweet for you, something only you will know about, that might be attempting to cook, on the rare occasion that he will say sorry he will come up behind you and whisper in your ear while hugging you and showering you with kisses.

John

Your relationship with John starts off with you sleeping in a separate room. You had to get to know each other even though you were married. Of course John came with kids so you also became a mother on your wedding day taking on his children from his previous marriage. You and John have little dates here and there for you to get to know each other, and you quickly learn that you get on with each other extremely well. As your relationship grows, he becomes increasingly more protective, but he doesn't hover or make you feel trapped. He gives you space to do what you'd like, checking in on you now and then.

Finn

As you and Finn have known each other since you were kids, not much changed when you started to date. If one was around, the other wasn't far away. Double Trouble is what the Shelbys and Grays would call you both. You and Finn aren't all over one another, a simple hand holding is enough for you in public, but you get extremely jealous if another girl flirts with Finn. Finn isn't to protective, of course he wants you to be safe but he knows you can look after yourself and so doesn't worry to much when you're out on your own.

Michael

Before Michael became a blinder you just saw him as a nice guy, but as time went by that's when you began to have romantic feelings for him. At first you kept your guard up, but some how he managed to break down your walls. You thought he'd be another heart you'd break, but he was different to the other guys who would always do as you said, Michael kept you on your toes. Your relationship was pure fire. He took being a Blinder very seriously and would often try to protect you, forgetting that you are more likely to protect him.

Isaiah

Although your brothers weren't to happy that their baby sister was growing up, they were glad you had found a decent and honest man. Of course your relationship came with completely different struggles, dating someone of colour was frowned upon, horrible words thrown at you and judgemental stares were something you got on a daily, but you didn't care what people said behind your backs. All that mattered was that you both loved one another, and of course you had your older brothers to shut people up. Staying away from the illegal side of the business was still going on and Isaiah never wanted you to have to see your do anything that would put you in danger, but he always encouraged you to have a knife on hand just incase, Tommy was the one who actually put this idea in Isaiahs head.

Alfie

Let's start off with Alfie would be extremely protective of you, but only when it came to other men hitting on you. He knows full well that you are able to hold your own, after all you are a leader of the Peaky Blinders alongside your twin. Speaking of, he's the first guy you've been with that wasn't afraid of your brothers or wanting you for money. Alfie can be very harsh with his words to other people, but when it comes to you, he's a gentle giant. You aren't very affectionate in public, but at home you can't keep your hands off one another. Without fail he tells you everyday he loves you and of course you reply that you love him. On the whole Alfie is a huge softie with you!

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i.   ⸻   general.

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

ii.   ⸻   appearance.

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

iii.   ⸻   favorite.

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

iv.   ⸻   have they   ...

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

v.   ⸻   are they   ...

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

vi.   ⸻   random questions.

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

vii.   ⸻   family.

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

#patient's files [ HEADCANONS ].

[unveilhq]

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

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

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

also, FIVE new wanted connections have been added!

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

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

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

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

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

#unveilaccepted

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[the gray area]

pairing: nora + michael warnings: child endangerment, language, alcohol, smoking, slightly smutty foreplay summary: nora's living in ‘the gray area’ with michael in glasgow word count: 3.4k nora masterlist

november, twenty-third

nineteen-twenty-nine

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

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

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

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

    “hen, jist– hiv the wean. wu’ll ye?

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “you aw’right hen?”

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

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

     “no lookin’ tae send a message?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

     perhaps nora once felt the same–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “the wee-yin mentioned.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “you sure?”

     “aye.”

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

     “whit’s he daein?”

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

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

     “used my last one just there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     the memories made her tense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     she couldn’t–

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

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

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

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

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

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

     flick!

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

     “alec had a couple to spare.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “there’s still time.”

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

     “nonie–“

     “–listen, can we no dae this?”

     “you brought gina up.”

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

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

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

     “never understood why you ever believed him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “nonie.”

     “michael.”

     “…fuck.”

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

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

     stubborn as ever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

      jane had point.

     who would she be to turn this down?

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

     “i’ll have words.”

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

     “do you believe him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “nonie–“

     “–mammy!”

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

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

     “mammy!”

     “go see yer daughter michael.”

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

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

     “mammy, georgie keeps stealing the covers.”

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

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

     nora grimaces, “we’re in fir touble.”

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

only took me four bloody years to write this.

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

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Here is every song on the Walty playlist, except I can't tell you why.

I had a couple asks about the Walty (Henry and Walter) playlist, so I'm just going to tell you everything that's on it. I cannot, however, tell you why these songs are on it. Some are self explanatory, others aren't. I don't want to spoil Voicemail, though, so...

Anyway, here you go:

The Story by Conan Gray

The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray

Partners in Crime by FINNEAS

Crush Culture by Conan Gray

Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

(are we sensing a pattern yet?)

Home by Catie Turner

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? by Tyler, The Creator

that way by Tate McRae

Would You Be So Kind? by dodie

Dive by Ed Sheeran

Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE by Clinton Kane

Why Am I Like This? by Orla Gartland

The Way You Felt by Alec Benjamin

GROWING UP IS ___ by Ruel

Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Ribs by Lorde

my boy by Billie Eilish

my strange addiction by Billie Eilish

Into It by Chase Atlantic

hostage by Billie Eilish

IDGAF by BoyWithUke and blackbear

Drugs & Money - New Mix by Chase Atlantic

Don't Want My Heart by Sarah Cothran

Somebody I Fucked Once by Zolita

making bad decisions by Bea Miller

rubberband by Tate McRae

Friends Don't by Maddie & Tae

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Nineteen by Dylan

Home for the Summer by Sara Kays

London Boy by Taylor Swift

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran

Diana by One Direction

we made it. by david hugo

History by One Direction

You Belong With Me (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur

Jealous by Labrinth

Let's Fall in Love for the Night by FINNEAS

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

Atlantis by Seafret

Our Song by Taylor Swift

Friendship? by Jordy Searcy

Us by James Bay

Romeo & Juliet by Peter McPoland

Seventeen by Tors

They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

Heather by Conan Gray

She by dodie

11:11 by Ben Barnes

Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez

The Anchor by Bastille

Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Flowers by Lauren Spencer-Smith

Sarah Smiles by Panic! At the Disco

Colors by Halsey

Dangerously by Charlie Puth

I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kelly and Ed Sheeran

Arms Unfolding by dodie

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

You & Me by James TW

Peer Pressure by James Bay and Julia Michaels

If I Didn't Tell You by James TW

Happy For Me by James TW

If I'm Being Honest by dodie

Changed by Catie Turner

Brother by Kodaline

All I Ask by Adele

You Matter To Me by Drew Gehling and Jessie Mueller

La vie en rose by Michael Bublé and Cécile McLorin Salvant

Good Thing by Sam Smith

Leave Your Lover by Sam Smith

Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen

Teenager in Love by Madison Beer

After You by Meghan Trainor

Hesitate by Jonas Brothers

Ok, that's the whole playlist. That is every single song on the Walty Playlist that I am writing the Walty chapter to. Some of these make more sense in the context than others. Some I added just for drama. Some make me cry because it fits them so well. Ok well, now that I've shared the playlist, I won't be answering any of the asks about it. If your ask never gets answered, that's why.

I am positively flattered that you guys seem to like my taste in music, though.

#walty #young royals #young royals netflix #netflix #fanfic #fanfiction #walter young royals #henry young royals #henry and walter #walter and henry #playlist

[power-chords]

love your notes! i've been rereading and "What was he looking for? What was he running from?" really struck me. heat2 has such an insane amount of stuff you can dig into - dreams, grief, fire/water symbolism, irreversible things and hanna's attempts to rewind them, the locket (as religious icon, attachment symbol, betrayer of secrets, hanna's hollow heart with neil and his/their/a daughter inside). plus "Invisible Beings and Their Irregular Manifestation"? good shit, good shit.

Every time I post Heat meta I’m like, I hope my mystery comrade, my anonymous brother-in-Mann, will bless my inbox with their insights… visiting upon my blog like a benevolent ghost in a gray suit… and my message notifications did not disappoint!

The more I pick through Heat 2 the more I’m like, you know what, however preposterously decadent this pop novel specimen may be, there is so much in there that is legitimately clever and sophisticated storytelling. Mann’s such a master of characterization, symbolism, and dramatic structure that I will forgive his most egregious pulpy groaners (and at least they always make me laugh with delight). His sincerity is so total and self-assured that I can’t help but succumb to it every time. It’s infectious.

Also UNBELIEVABLY funny that a 79-year-old straight dude managed to write the shipper’s manifesto for Neil McCauley and Vincent Hanna. The fact that he did this with zero conscious awareness or intentionality whatsoever makes it that much funnier. You KNOW my guy did not sit down at his laptop every morning like, “I am going to generously season my testosterone-irradiated criminal opera with fucking eye-popping homoerotic subtext.” And yet Here We Are. With 480 pages of borderline fanfiction. Featuring a grieving, precipitously spiraling Captain Hanna who is only able to abort his self-flagellating, self-destructive nosedive when given cause to avenge McCauley’s dead lover, protect his surviving stepdaughter, and become the keeper of his memory. He winds up with the goddamn locket at the end! LOL. LMAO, even. Excuse me but What The Fuck. Does he wear it, Michael?? Keep it in a drawer at his bedside??? Christ in a Crown Vic.

Things that I’ve picked up on now that I’m going back over the book, that I didn’t catch on my first ravenously devoured pass: the fire/water symbolism, as you mention (descriptions of Hanna’s combustible rage vs McCauley’s repeated associations with water/tidal flows (& fieriness also being used to describe Elisa and her daughter! SHEESH)); how explicitly Hanna is suggested to be a walking corpse after the events of the film, experiencing a double-death akin to McCauley’s double-blank (Justine even calls him on it again in the book); Chris Shiherlis maturing into a fascinating synthesis of all the best parts of Hanna (passionate, driven, instinctive, adaptable) and the best parts of McCauley (cautious, disciplined, devoted, sacrificial). Can’t wait for Heat 3 when Hanna and Shiherlis finally cross paths again and circle each other like a couple of snarling, jealous dogs over who had the more intimate relationship with a dead guy!!!*

*I have already drafted 8k words of this :|

#juggling WIPs like knives over here #heat #heat (1995) #heat 2 #bux watches every michael mann movie #bux reads the only michael mann book