michael had too much to drink

Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON
Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy


You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned.
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”  
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”


(Part 2)

Where did you go?

Michael x reader

I am so sorry this is so long and rambly but i looooove it. Michael leaves reader to deal with an abortion by herself and she comes back to small heath with or without a baby ;)

He would be home in a few minutes and you were unbelievably nervous to tell him that you were pregnant. He’d be a great dad, but it wasn’t the baby that worried you. It was you. Recently Michael had been doing more and more “business” with his cousins. He would never tell you what was troubling him, you would barely talk at all anymore. You saw each other a couple times a week, each time you’d hope he’d take you out or stay longer than an hour for sex. That never seemed to happen though. He wasn’t the Michael you fell in love with a year ago. He was a different person altogether. That’s when the door slammed open.
“What the hell is so urgent we have to meet now? I have places to be (Y/N). You look fine what do you want?” The tone in his voice made you want to cry, maybe you shouldn’t tell him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped back from him.
“I’m pregnant”
“Well shit.” There were a few moments of silence you didn’t know what he was thinking but he was definitely thinking.
“I can get the money for your abortion to you tonight on my way to the garrison” This was the moment your heart broke, you let the tears brim over.
“No.” You whispered feeling absolutely crushed.
“Yes. You’re not keeping it don’t be so ridiculous.” He started to walk to the door but turned round on his heels.
“If you get it done before, I’ll be over on Thursday for an hour or so.”
“Are you fucking joking Michael.”
“What?”
“I’m not your bloody whore.” This made Michael laugh under his breath before looking you dead in the eyes.
“Well, what are you then?”
“Get out of my fucking house. Get out!” And with that he walked out the door slamming it behind him. You slumped to the ground sobbing. There was no light in his eyes anymore he wasn’t the man you once knew. You cried for hours until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning you went through to the kitchen. On your table was an envelope with the money Michael had promised you. And all of a sudden you were no longer sad just angry, you had so much rage. You packed your suitcase and phoned your mum telling her you were leaving for London and she could do whatever she wanted with the flat. She begged you to stay but nothing was keeping you hear having to see his face every day. You slammed the door behind you and walked to the train station ready to leave small Heath behind you.



A couple days later after Michael had come home from his bender. He’d had a good sleep and earful from Polly about being stupid and going out drinking for days he remembered his conversation with (Y/N). He drove from Pols country house to (Y/N)’s flat in small Heath.
“(Y/N)! Open up! Listen I’m sorry let me in!” He got quite the shock when (Y/N)’s mum opened up the door.
“Michael, didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“She’s gone.” And with that, his heart sank.
“What do you mean? Gone where?”
“London I believe, she said she needed to get away for a while, I’m sorry.”

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anonymous asked:

What are your favorite of yours bmc fics??? It's sweet seeing what you're proud of!

This made me smile so much! 

so this is my very first fic I wrote for BMC so this one has a special place in my heart- it features Michael with pneumonia 

so this is easily one of my favorites! it has Jeremy drinking a green mountain dew and assuring Michael that he would be fine but he ends up not fine 

i really like this one a lot too- this has Michael sick while he thinks Jeremy is going out on a date with Christine 

this one i loved loved loved! this is my take on if Michael were still in the bathroom when Rich sets the house on fire

this is another one i had so much fun writing! this one has Jeremy and Michael going to a party and Jeremy has a hella high ever and ends up passing out and Michael panics

okay this one may actually be my favorite, and it’s a superhero au where Jeremy is a fire elemental hero and he jumps into an icy river to rescue Michael 

i like this one a lot too! this one has Michael with appendicitis!

this is probably my other favorite and it’s jeremy as spiderman getting injured and going to Michael 

AND THIS is my baby. This is a little slow burn multichapter that I wrote and put on ao3 called New Save File. I’m probably the most proud of this! 

Title: Breakfast

Warnings: Swearing, probably

Request: I think the requests are still open since it’s before midnight! If they are will you do a Michael Latta one where you’re friends with him and Tom Wilson and you have a crush on Tom but you see him with another girl so Michael comforts you and ends up kissing you? If you’ve closed requests then I’m so sorry and you can totally ignore this message!! I hope you have a good night! ❤

Note: Love it? Hate it? Let me know either way.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


Your heart plummeted to your stomach, watching as Tom wrapped his arm around yet another girl, smiling at her with lust in his eyes. After all this time, why couldn’t he see that you were right there? The longer you knew him, the more you realized that you would never be the girl getting that look. It stung, a lot, but it didn’t stop you from pining after him.

“(Y/N). Snap out of it.” Michael said, returning from the bar and handing you a drink. “You really have to let it go.” he said with a scowl, his gaze following yours to Tom, watching as he pulled her onto the dance floor.

“Am I not pretty enough? Not fun enough?” you sighed, swirling the straw through your drink. “What did I do to get myself permanently locked in the friendzone?”

“He’s my best friend, you know that, but sometimes he’s blind. You’re beautiful and fun. You didn’t do anything. It’s Tom’s loss.” he replied, resting a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Thanks.” you muttered, unconvinced. You’d been friends with Michael as long as you’d been friends with Tom. He was the first one to notice your crush on Tom and had agreed to keep it a secret at your request.

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wedif

*entire masterlist*

all my imagines that I wrote everyday in february, enjoy! (inspired by dodie clark doing vedif) 

day one: Ashton - That Band

it was just a festival, until she bumped into someone who caused things to take an unexpected twist.

day two: Luke - Alive, just

crushed by the waves, amnesia ridden and unable to remember the one closest to her.

day three: Michael - Nightmares No More 

he was her safety net, always there to catch her after a bad dream

day four: Calum - Background People

sometimes it’s the one you don’t pay attention to that has the biggest impact.

day five: Ashton - That Band, part two 

she caught a musician’s eye without knowing, now she had to find him.

day six: Luke - Nights Without You 

an unexpected visit from the one she needed most.

day seven: Michael - Ever Growing Love 

who’d of thought that two strangers would’ve impacted so strongly on each others lives, told through the perspective of a close friend. 

day eight: Calum - Passenger 

you go through life as an observer, you see people go by and never know them. but what if you got to, just once without knowing? 

day nine: Ashton - If Only: Part Three

to him she was everything, yet to her he was a stranger to talk to unaware of him being her guardian angel. 

day ten: Luke - Winter Chills

snowball fights on a fresh winter morning, a simple yet sweet way to spend with the person you love. 

day eleven: Michael - Loose Threads: Part Three

devastated from last nights actions she goes to see Michael and hear him out one last time. 

day twelve: Calum - Cheat Day

a surprise order is in store for Calum as he tries his best to be a supportive friend, yet ultimately fails. 

day thirteen: Ashton  - A Day To Remember

both single, both up for an adventure. what a way to spend valentine’s day. 

day fourteen: Luke - Home Comforts

long distance is never easy, sometimes it just takes the sound of his voice to bring you the comfort you truly need. 

day fifteen: Michael - (preference)  #40. Let’s break the rules, just for one night.

all she wanted was something different, but what Michael had in store for her wasn’t what she expected. 

day sixteen: Calum - (preference)  #35. So you’re telling me that you’re dead?

rushing to see her friend who remains in a coma she is unable to hold back her feelings for him, and as they say, comatose patients can hear you. 

day seventeen: Ashton - (preference)  #55. Sometimes the darkest days have bright bursts.

supportive figures come in all forms, even the best friend you’re deeply in love with. 

day eighteen: Luke - (preference)  #44. It was just a walk.

it was just a chat between strangers, nothing else. or at least that was all it was meant to be. 

day nineteen: Michael - Interview 

yet another interview the band had to do whilst she sat out of sight watching, until a story she wished to not hear came to her attention. 

day twenty: Calum - Night Life 

one too many drinks has been known to cause the unexpected to become something else entirely, much to her and Calum’s confusion. 

day twenty one: Ashton - One Sided: Part Seven

it’s no longer just her as her written words screamed for help whilst he silently wished for her to stay.

day twenty two: Luke - Sacrifices 

sometimes to achieve your dreams you have to make the greatest sacrifices, other times they’re made on your behalf. 

day twenty three: Michael - Postcards From My Past 

years and years worth of written care all for her, yet knowing he is soon coming home an apparent hidden message is uncovered. 

day twenty four: Calum - Judgement 

their entire relationship revolved around secrecy, meeting in hidden places to remain out of the world’s eye. but in reality, the secret can hurt more than the truth. 

day twenty five: Ashton - Mistaken Identity 

a last minute night out before she goes back for her last few months at school manage to change all because of a mysterious individual. 

day twenty six: Luke - Old Times 

some messages will always have the same memories, no matter how much time passes or how things change. 

day twenty seven: Michael - Postcards From My Past, part two

with Michael home she has little time to decipher his messages and meanings, but it isn’t easy with the box of postcards that have been collected over the years.

day twenty eight: Calum - A Goodbye

it’s never easy to say goodbye to the ones you love and have grown as a person with but sometimes it’s inevitable. 


thank you for reading wedif, it was certainly an adventure! - catherine x 

anonymous asked:

happy to hear that you had a good time at your concert! if you don't mind, i came up with a request v///v i think it's a little angsty ?? sometimes i get worried for josh since he's a professional drummer, he'll wear himself out and pass out during a show. can you write something where josh practices nonstop and its painfully obvious that he's tired but ignores everyone's rants? during the show, he just drops to the ground unconscious. you & tyler are worried sick when he doesn't breathe well!

thank u so much! i had tons of fun at my concert! sorry this took so long, i didnt like my first draft so i did a lot of revising and editing, but now it’s where i want it to be!! enjoy xx. 

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

“Jesus Josh,” Jenna says, as you and her walk across the stage, “I got tired just watching you drum.”

She pats him on the back as she goes by, subtly wiping the sweat off on her jeans when he’s not looking, before walking into Tyler’s open arms.  

They all collectively laugh as you walk gingerly up to Josh with a bottle of water.  He smiles gratefully at you, accepting the water and immediately chugging it.  You hear the plastic crinkle as he squeezes the bottle in an attempt to drink it faster.  You’re surprised at how sweaty he is during just soundcheck.  His tank top is soaked through the back and you could see beads running down his temple.

“Thanks baby,” he says with a gasp after finishing the whole 13 ounce bottle in one gulp.  

You make sure to smile and tell him how good he sounded before expressing your concern.  

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He immediately nods.  “Yeah, I’m great, why?”

You watch as he continues to breathe heavily, like he just can’t seem to catch his breath.  

“You’ve been hittin’ it pretty hard these last few days, I just get worried—“

“Is that a drumming pun?” he asks, “ ‘hittin’ it pretty hard’?”  

You scowl at him, annoyed that he was trying to divert the attention away from himself, “Josh, I’m serious, you’ve been practicing like… nonstop lately.  I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine baby,” he says, smiling at you, “but it’s cute that you’re all worried.”

You didn’t think it was very “cute”.  Especially once you notice how shaky Josh’s legs are as he stands up.  He wobbles a little at first, and even has to grab onto the edge of his drums for balance.  You watch warily, and open your mouth to make a comment before you’re interrupted by Michael coming on stage, telling the boys they have a radio interview to do.  

Josh kisses you quickly on the lips.  

“I’m fine, please don’t worry,” he says.

You nod hesitantly, “Just make sure you get something to eat before the show, okay?”

He winks at you and nods, walking towards Michael, with Tyler trailing behind.  

“Is he okay?” Jenna asks, joining you as you make your way off the stage.  

“I think so,” you sigh, “just exhausted.  He’s been practicing constantly lately.  He skipped breakfast this morning to come play.  It’s just odd…” you let your voice trail off.  “I noticed he was a little shaky, just now.  It freaked me out a bit.”

Jenna runs her hands through her hair, before reassuring you, “I’m sure he’s fine.  I’ll have Ty make sure he eats before they head out tonight.”

You nod gratefully at Jenna, feeling stupid for being so concerned.  But something about the way he’d been acting lately was off, and you could tell.  You tried to ignore it, you weren’t Josh’s mother, you weren’t in any place to tell him what to do.  On the other hand, you weren’t sure what you’d do if anything ever happened to him.  

The worst part of being on tour is all the waiting around.  Normally, Jenna and you would wander around the venue, checking things out and chatting with the crew.  But today you were both too anxious for Tyler and Josh to be done with their interview, so you find some folding chairs to sit in and just wait.  

About forty minutes later, they find you both.  

“Productive day I see,” Tyler teases as he bends over Jenna and kisses the top of her hair.  She puts her phone away and smiles up at him.

“Hey baby,” Josh coos, doing the same to you.  You close your eyes briefly and grin smugly at his soft face.

“How’d the interview go?” you ask as he pulls another folding chair up beside you.  

“It was fine, same ole’ stuff.”

“Same ole’ stuff?” Tyler says in disbelief at Josh.  “Were we in the same interview?”

Josh chuckles.

“That guy was a nut job! I wish you guys could’ve heard some of the questions he was asking us—“

Tyler goes on to joke about the interview for the next few minutes, until it’s time for them to get all dressed up and ready for the show.  You’re laughing so hard at Tyler’s commentary that you completely forget to ask Josh if he’d eaten anything yet…

You and Jenna watch the show from side stage tonight, the best spot in your opinion.  

You swear the crowd gets louder and louder each night.  Or maybe your ears just get more sensitive.  Either way, as soon as the boys step on stage, Jenna’s story about some elbow pads she bought Tyler, is drowned out by screams.  

After the first song, you notice Josh already grabbing his sweat towel, however it’s not the moisture on his skin that begins to worry you, it’s the way he’s squeezing his eyes open and shut repeatedly, almost like he’s having a hard time concentrating.  

You watch him carefully for a moment.  But the show continues and you try to ease up a bit.  

But there’s something wrong.  Josh’s beat is slightly off during a song.  You watch as Tyler throws you a glance, but they both continue.

“Did you hear that?” you ask Jenna, immediately paranoid.

“What?” she yells so you can hear.

You pierce your lips but decide it’s not worth explaining over the noise.  

At the end of the song, you notice Tyler walking over to Josh.  You watch carefully, trying to read his lips, but it’s impossible once the lights go dark.  He pats him on the back and they chat for a second, before Tyler throws you another quick look.  You try to make eye contact, so that he knows you’re paying attention.  But instead, he just goes back to center stage and continues the show.  

The knot in your stomach only grows bigger when the platform comes out for Josh’s drums.  You bite your lip as you watch Josh drag himself off stage and near the barricade.  You peak your head around the curtain, so that you can watch.  

You practically hold your breath as he balances himself, the crowd holding his hand until he’s able to sit comfortably on his seat and play on top of them.  His back flexes, the muscles tensing and relaxing in various spots as he pounds on his drum.  The crowd is going nuts, grabbing at his ankles and screaming for him.  

You feel infinitely better once his feet are on the solid ground.  

“Your boy did good,” Jenna smiles at you.  You finally peel your eyes off from Josh to respond to her, causing you to miss the way he’s blinking awkwardly again as he walks unsteadily back on stage.  

What you don’t miss is the collective, simultaneous gasp that echoes throughout the arena.  One that makes your head whip around lethally, eyes searching desperately.  You see Tyler shedding the bass from around his neck, and you’re horrified to see that Josh isn’t perched on his stool, where he’s supposed to be.

You don’t hesitate to sprint on stage, even though crowds and attention scares you.  

“Josh!” you cry out, and it’s weird because you can hear yourself shouting his name, and you can hear Jenna calling for help.  The room that was once filled with screams and music, is now hauntingly quiet.  

You gulp hard once you’re kneeling beside Josh.  He’s collapsed on the floor, just shy of his seat, laying face up, eyes closed.

You cup your hands around his head, the skin burning hot.  Tyler quickly unscrews a bottle of water and begins pouring it generously on Josh’s bare skin.  

“Ty, why isn’t he waking up—“ you ask, your voice shaky and scared.

“Jenna’s calling for help, he’s gonna be okay,” Tyler says.  

You feel so useless, just kneeling there, staring at his unconscious body… waiting…

You almost cry out in relief when you see his eyes flutter beneath you.

“Thank goodness,” you exhale sharply, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards your lips to kiss his knuckles.  

Josh looks up at you then Tyler, his face twisted in confusion.  

“What happened—“ he’s asking, just as Jenna’s running on stage followed by a group of crew members.  

“You passed out,” Tyler says, his voice wavering too.  

A couple of medics lean down next to Josh.  They start shining lights in his eyes and getting cool packs to place on his skin.  You can feel your hands trembling as you cling to his.  When you feel him give a reassuring squeeze, you look up to see him staring at you, his eyes filled with fear.  You squeeze back, stroking his skin with your thumb, as if to say ‘I’m not going anywhere’.

As it turns out, Josh’s pulse had gotten dangerously low.  After a few minutes, he had been able to walk shakily with the support of Michael and Tyler, but was further examined backstage.  You sat nearby, listening to everything the medics said.  

“Should he go to an ER?” Tyler asked, he too refused to leave Josh’s side.  

“I think it was just exhaustion,” the medic answers as he unwrap another cool pack.  “Gotta be careful, when you exercise like that, in this heat, that you eat and drink enough…”

You bite your lip, knowing damn well that Josh hadn’t eaten much of anything today.  But you don’t say anything out loud.  Not yet.  

Once everyone’s cleared out, and Josh is instructed to rest, and drink lots of fluids, you make your way back closer to him.

“You gotta be careful, man—“ Tyler says.  “That was seriously scary.”

Josh just nods as he stares down at the floor.  

You narrow your eyes at him, picking up on the fact that something was wrong.  

“Tyler,” you say under your breath, “can you give us a sec?”

Tyler gives Josh one more concerned look before nodding and walking away.

“Babe,” you whisper, gripping his shoulder as you walk up to him, “talk to me, what’s wrong?”

He just shakes his head, refusing to look up.  

“Josh?”

“I can’t do it—“ he says, his voice sounding blubbery and full of agony.  

“Do what?” you ask softly.

“I’m not good enough—“ his shoulder slouch even more, his head hanging low.  You can hear the crack in his voice.

“Josh, what are you talking about?” you whisper.

“I was practicing so much because all I want is to be good enough… but I can’t even do that right—“ he chokes out and your heart breaks on impulse.  

You immediately start shaking your head, and turn so that you’re facing him.  

“Josh— no… no, no, no.  You’re good enough, you have to believe me.”

You lift his head up with your finger delicately, making him look at you.  His eyes are red-rimmed and glossy, with deep bags outlining them.  

“I don’t want to let Tyler down— or the fans.  Or you.  I want to be good enough-“ his voice cracks at the last word.  

“You’re so talented, Josh.  And you work so hard everyday— Why wouldn’t you think you’re good enough?”

He tilts his head back and starts wiping some of the tears that have fallen off from his face.  

“I don’t know… I’ve just been really struggling with that lately— always worried I’m gonna be awful.  I thought if I practiced hard enough, I would be okay.”

“Josh, that’s your anxiety talking, it’s not real.”

He nods slowly.

“You have to take care of yourself baby.  That was so scary tonight—“ it was your turn to start crying.  “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, so that can’t happen, okay?”

You can hear the tears surfacing in your voice.  Josh must’ve heard it too, because he looks up empathetically at you and opens his arms.  

You straddle his lap awkwardly and wrap your arms around his neck in a giant hug.  You can still feel how shaky his hands are as they caress your back soothingly.  

“I’m sorry,” he whispers after you sniffle again into his shoulder.  “I’m sorry, I’m gonna do better.  I’ll make sure I take care of myself.”

“I just love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.

“I love you too,”  he says back, his hot breath hitting your skin.  

Just then, you’re interrupted by a strange, distant sound.  Like someone chanting.  It’s muffled and the words are unclear, but you pull back and give Josh a funny look.

“Guys,” Tyler calls from down the hall.  He pokes his head around the corner, “You gotta come hear this.”

You get up, helping Josh to his feet and follow Tyler down the hall.  He leads you closer and closer to the stage entrance, and you can hear the chanting becoming more clear.

We love Josh.  We love Josh.  We love Josh.

A portion of the crowd had stuck around, despite the abrupt ending, and had started this chant.  

You watch as Josh’s face perks into a small smile.

He pulls you closer into his side, and you wrap your arms around his middle listening as the chanting continued.

“I told you you were good enough,” you say.

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John Shelby x reader

Request: Could you please do #46 with jon

#10 John Shelby please

Author’s note: I put two prompts together for this one, really enjoyed writing it.

Warning: Violence, assault, swearing, suggestion of smut


“Ok (Y/N) your first family meeting, welcome officially to the blinders.” Tommy said staring at you as you sat shyly across the table.

“John said I was only going to be needed this one time, I don’t want to be involved anymore than that.”

“So you’ll listen to Johnny boy but not the big man,” Arthur winked at you whilst chuckling to himself.

“Shut up Arthur.” John scalded. Everyone knew something was going on between you two but no one exactly sure what. To be honest the two of you didn’t even know what.

“So what do you need me to do?” You asked getting the conversation away from the topic of you and John. John looked extremely uncomfortable when you asked this, he was avoiding eye contact with you and squirming in his chair.

“John will discuss that nearer the time. Anyway to the rest of the plan..”

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Breathe

Michael Gray imagine in which he gets jealous, which leads to feelings being admitted.


“Be careful Michael, If you keep on looking like you smell shit on your lip your face’ll get stuck like that.” Arthur teased him about the sour look plastered on his face.  “What’s he got to look so pissed about anyway?” John asked. “He’s lookin’ at (y/n) over there. He’s in love with her, but too scared to say it, so he just sulks whenever another bloke talks to her.” Isaiah explained. “Shit, your face really will get stuck like that then. (Y/n) is a good lookin’ girl, lots of lads are going to try to talk to her.”Arthur proclaimed. “I’m well aware. Thanks.” Michael unenthusiastically responded. “Why not tell her you fancy her then?” John asked the obvious question. “Isaiah was exaggerating when he said I’m in love with (y/n). She’s a sweet girl is all. Either way, she’s never shown any interest in me. It’s not worth it to embarrass myself.” He lied.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fluffy thing where the reader falls asleep in the ah office maybe while everyone is out filming off topic and when they get back bf Ryan carries them to the car and takes them home

Word Count: 405

Warnings: None? I think…

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You had been editing for the past few hours, and were starting to feel sleepy. You decided to head into the Achievement Hunter office, to take a nap on their couch. When you got to the office it was empty, they guys must have been filming Off Topic. You grabbed a blanket and lay down on the couch.

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Michael, Ryan, Jack and Jeremy had just finished filming Off Topic, and were now heading back to the office. Except for Jeremy, who had drunk too much jaeger and was running outside to throw up.

“I did warn him not to drink that much.” Ryan said.

“Please Ryan, Jeremy never listens to us.” Michael replies.

“He is not going to have a good morning tomorrow.” Jacks says.

“I feel sorry for Kat, for having to deal with drunk Lil J.” Michael smirks.

“Y/N’s lucky, you never come home drunk.” Jack lightly taps Ryan on the shoulder.

“Yeah, but I’m not great when I’ve had one too many diet cokes.” Ryan jokes, followed the other guys laughter.

The three entered the office, Jack went to sit down on the couch.

“Holy shit, what?” He yelled, as he realised there was something under the lump made by a blanket. Michael and Ryan came over to the couch, whilst Jack pulled back the blanket to discover Y/N snoring lightly, somehow still asleep.

“Y/N can sleep through anything.” Ryan casually mention, moving into a position to pick them up. “I’m going to take her home, see you guys on Monday.”

“See you Ryan.” Michael waves him out the door.

“Please don’t tell them I sat on them.” Jack says, with a guilty look on his face.

Ryan laughed as he headed out to the parking lot. He managed to awkwardly hold you whilst fishing the car keys out of his jeans. After successfully unlocking the car, he gently placed you in the passenger side and put your seatbelt on.

You eyes fluttered open, just as you arrived back at your house.

“Why…  Why are we home?” You yawned.

“I finished Off Topic, went back to the office to find you asleep on the couch and decided we both needed the rest of the day off.” Ryan explains, smiling at you.

“You made extremely good decisions.” You smile back at him.

“The best one I made, was to start dating you.” Ryan grins, and pulls you into a kiss.

Forbidden Flame

Part 1 (Here) Part 2

“Now Now,” Michael interrupted as he put a hand on each of your shoulders. “What the fuck is my best friends hand doing up my little cousins skirt?” You both quickly pulled away from each other you felt your face burning red while Isaiah shot right up to his feet.

“Didn’t see you there mate,” Isaiah was trying to avoid the conversation. You couldn’t be bothered with all the hiding especially now you weren’t really hiding anymore.

“We need to talk, but not here,” you break the awkward silence between you all and head for the books room.

“What are you doing?” Isaiah asks clearly worried.

“I can’t be bothered with it anymore.”

“If your brothers find out they’ll kill me.”

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Surprise - Luke

I wrote this super early in the morning so please be nice - send requests - let me know what you think




The house was quiet when I got home. Cliché as it is, it was definitely too quiet for a house that I know has at least 4 grown boys and a multitude of gaming and musical equipment. Since they had gotten back from the last tour, most ‘hangout days’ are at Luke and my house since there are no parents to bother here.

“Guys?” I tried. I’ll admit that it came out a little timid, I was kind of scared.

“Luke?” I took a step further towards the light switch. It’s odd that they had the lights off too; I didn’t know they knew how to turn them off.  As I reach for the switch, someone else hits it for me.

“SURPRISE!” everyone yells and I stumble back. Luke catches me before I trip over the small step we have from the landing.

“JIMINY CRICKET! YOU ASSHOLES KNOW I DON’T LIKE SURPRISES!”  My defense mode tells me to hold my hand over my face before trying to hide my embarrassment and recover from the near fall.

“You okay?”  Luke whispers, concern written on his face.

“You know I don’t like surprises” I look him in the eye and I can see he is disappointed.

“I know, I just thought that maybe this one would be fun. See, we made it camping themed and we even have a fire set to go out back and tents and everything.” I know he didn’t get the reaction he wanted but he was still trying.

“So you were listening when I said I wanted to go camping then?” I give him a genuine smile.

“I always listen” he says but I hear laughter behind him. The other 3 were waiting patiently to give me a hug and rolling their eyes at Luke.

“I like it guys, surprises are just…” I try to figure out the right way to say it.

“Too much for the anxiety?” Ash says softly. I smile and look down, they all know that he is right.

“We are sorry, love. We just thought it would be a fun way to say thanks for putting up with us all the time.” Michael says, putting his arms around me.

“Did you at least get booze and snacks?” I laugh.

Ashton headed to the counter excitedly to list off the specialty drinks he had planned. One that is supposed to taste like s’mores and one that has a smoky flavor to play off the fire and ….you get the hint. Luke leads me to the back where the tents were set and the fire was ready to be lit. Calum took the lighter in his hands before I stepped in front of him. 

“I don’t think so champ” I tease before looking down at the drink in his hand. Maybe let the person who actually goes camping start it.” Everyone laughs as Calum pouts and hands over the lighter. 

“Fine” he grumbles. I start the fire and chairs are arranged to accommodate the group of 10 that we have around. Throughout the night, Ashton kept on top of the fire and Calum made sure everyone had a drink. Luke kept by my side until we started to play Cards Against Humanity because he didn’t want me to see his cards. 

“I can’t believe you convinced me to sleep in a tent” Michael grumbles to Luke.

“We’ve slept in worse places” he reminds him. “Plus, this is for Y/N. Think of all the stuff she has done for us and you will realize that one night in a tent isn’t anywhere payment enough for it.” I see Michael connecting what Luke had said and opened his mouth before shutting it again. “Good choice” Luke says when Michael stays quiet.

Hours had gone by before I realized that it was nearly 3 am. With no neighbors around, it is hard to tell when you are out too late but when I lay my head on Luke’s shoulder, Ashton laughs. 

“Maybe it’s time we hit the hay” he says, holding up his hand. 3:13, I’m thinking Y/N is ready.” When I open my eyes (I hadn’t realized I even closed them), everyone was looking in my direction. Luke takes my hand and leads me to the tent where we cuddled together under the sleeping bag he opened up.

“Did you have fun?” he asked me, concern again clear.

“I had a wonderful time babe. No phones and no computers, just me and my friends. It was perfect. “

“Minus the surprise?”

“Even the surprise.” I smile a huge smile before leaning my head on his chest. I can feel his sigh of relief and comfort. After a few minutes of silence I start to doze off into the warmth of Luke’s body before I feel him shift, his lips touch the top of my head and he sighs.

“I hope you know how much I love you. I want you here” he whispers and his grip tightens slightly. I know he didn’t intend for me to hear it but I did and my heart tightens knowing how much he means it. I don’t reply but cuddle in closer, burying my face in his chest.  “So much.”

Reckoning-Michael Gray and Alfie Solomons Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: violence, some sensuality, some language

A/N: This is a sequel to A Tangled Web to Weave so read that before you read this one.

Originally posted by all-about-that-fandoms

Originally posted by littlesati

    There were no stars in the sky that fateful night. Amongst the sounds of couples laughing, drunks hollering, and whores cooing at potential customers was the sound of a pistol being beaten against a skinny black man’s head. It was a dark alley in London so no one would really pay it any mind—-especially when they noticed the two large black men in long wool gray coats standing at the entrance whilst Y/N and Octavian Y/L/N handled business.

   The man cried out again as Y/N cracked a bone in his shoulder with her silver pistol. He covered his head with his blood-streaked hands and curled further into himself on the cold ground, but Y/N wasn’t going to let him get away that easily. She knelt down and grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, glaring at the quivering man in front of her.

    “Tell the Harpers this is what happens when you do business on the West End and don’t let them even think about the East End,” she hissed.

    “P-p-please, let me go,” he sputtered in blood.

    Y/N scoffed and dropped him back on the ground, pivoted, and walked over to Octavian, who was smoking a cigarette and looked dapper in his black tuxedo with his black trench coat draped over his shoulders. His brown eyes shimmered with mischief.

    “Theo and Ron will haul him back over to the Harpers,” Octavian said, handing Y/N his handkerchief.

    Y/N happily took it and wiped the blood off her pistol. “You would think the Harpers would know better to stay in the south. North, East, and West London are ours.”

   “Can’t blame them for being ambitious. You did quite a number on him, Y/N.”

   “Thanks, I learn from the best.” Y/N slipped her pistol back into her beaded silver clutch.  

    Though Octavian usually flexed his muscle when the twins had to handle business personally, sometimes Y/N would lash out on those who did them wrong herself. Usually, it was because she had some pent up aggression that wouldn’t be expressed the same way through dance. The Michael and Alfie situation had definitely fueled her with enough aggression to last for a while. A few months had passed since they both admitted their feelings for her and nothing had been quite the same since. Alfie was strictly business during their meetings and Michael gave her the cold shoulder. Y/N knew she was to blame, but she also knew that she cared for them both for different reasons and Octavian chastised her for not making up her mind. Rather than take her anger out on him, she took it out on junkies who hadn’t paid them or competition that was trying to move in on their territory. While it didn’t solve any real problems, it did satisfy Y/N’s bloodlust for a while.

   Fifteen minutes later, Y/N and Octavian were strolling into their London town home. Olivia was waiting for the twins at the door, but she looked a lot more anxious than usual.

   “Good evening, Olivia,” Y/N slipped off her brown mink coat and handed it to her, “we had a spectacular night at the club.”

   “And the after show wasn’t that bad either,” Octavian said with a smirk.

   “Well, you might want to put your coat back on, Miss Y/L/N, because Mr. Solomons just rang and said that you must go to the bakery immediately; it’s an emergency.” Olivia glanced at Octavian. “Both of you.”

   “If it was really important, Alfie could’ve come to the club and told us himself,” Octavian said.

   “This is Alfie we’re talking about—-he hates clubs and jazz and Sabini’s got men in the Onyx all the time.” Y/N prayed that she wasn’t shaking too much as Olivia put her coat on over her shoulders. “Thank you, Olivia. Please prepare some chamomile tea for our return.”

    “Yes, Miss,” Olivia said.

    “I won’t need the tea.”

    “I’ll drink yours then.”

    Y/N did her best not to show her apprehension during the drive to Alfie’s bakery. She had seen him a couple of days ago, but he hadn’t said much and barely looked at her. So why did she care if her burnt orange frock with the satin tie around the waist looked pristine or if her bob was still smooth? He never noticed the difference anyway, but she still wanted to look good for him. But she also liked looking good for Michael too.

    Finally, they reached Alfie’s bakery and Octavian helped Y/N out of the car. They walked slowly side by side into the bakery, being greeted by the few men Alfie had working to near morning hours. They found themselves escorted into his office and the strong, cockney Jew was sitting at his desk, smoking a cigar. Two glass tumblers filled with rum were set on the desk in front of the two seats in front of his desk. 

     “Octavian, Y/N, I see you got my message,” Alfie said.

     “Yes, what is the emergency?” Octavian asked.

     Alfie stood. “We’ll get to that in a moment. No one took your coats? Bloody ‘ell, can’t fin’ good men anywhere anymore.” He walked around and took both of their coats off though the twins did protest. Then, he hung them up and had the twins sit.

     Y/N narrowed her eyes at Alfie. He was more skittish than usual and something grave had occurred. “Alfie—”

    “You want a smoke?”
    “Sure.”

    Alfie handed her one of his and lit it. Y/N took a long drag before blowing a puff of smoke towards the ceiling. It helped her relax a little more but didn’t curb her suspicions of her Jewish business partner.

     “And have some rum, please,” Alfie said as he sat back down.

     Octavian sipped his first and nodded. “It’s good, but we all know you didn’t call us here on an emergency just for a smoke and a drink.”

    “I figured it’d help soften the blow.” Alfie folded his hands on his desk. “There’s no easy to say it, but, earlier today, Tommy gave his family up to the police.”

    Alfie’s words echoed in her ears but Y/N wasn’t quite making the connection. Tommy Shelby, the same man who managed to screw over the IRA and get out from under the Russians for his family had handed them over to the police? The same police that were in his pocket? That made no sense. But if Tommy got them put in prison, that meant that Michael was in prison.

    Y/N gritted her teeth at the thought and took a large hit off of her cigarette. For the first time in a long time, she wished it was stronger because she could feel the panic begin to rise inside of her. It started from her hips and was working its way up. If it got to her heart, she might snap. 

    “Why would he do that? Tommy’s family is everything to him,” Octavian said.

    “He got into some trouble with a priest and there was an issue with his son—-”

    “When did you find out about this?” Y/N interrupted.

    “Excuse me?” Alfie asked.

    “You heard me.”

    “I found out about a minute before I called your house, thought you two should know ‘bout our partner.”

    “If nine tenths of the Shelbys are in prison, the Blinders are screwed, which means we’re all screwed,” Octavian said in a level tone.

    “No, the Shelbys may be the core of the Blinders but the Blinders are made up of several men loyal to their family. However, they could be paranoid since they could be next,” Y/N said.

    “As long as I still ‘ave my business, I can loan a few men to help you,” Alfie said.

   “Thank you, Alfie, for telling us.” Octavian stood. “We should be on our way.”

   “I’ll leave when I finish my rum,” Y/N said, her eyes trained on Alfie.

   The older man looked concerned and it was appropriate.

   “Y/N—”

   “It would be rude for me not to. Besides, I have some things I want to discuss with Mr. Solomons. He’ll get me a car home or you can wait here, your call.”

   Octavian hesitated. “Very well then, I’ll be waiting outside.”

   When Octavian left, the panic within Y/N was right at her ribs and the cigarette was shaking in her hand.

   “Y/N, ‘m sorry about Michael. ‘m sure e’ll be out in no time, you know Tommy.”

   “That’s the problem, I don’t know Tommy.” Y/N grabbed the rum and downed it in a gulp. “Pour some more.”

   “Y/N.”

   “Please.”

   Alfie sighed before filling her tumbler again and Y/N held it in one hand and her cigarette in the other. 

   “Did Tommy get his son back just for selling out the rest of his family? Oh, but he probably has a clever idea to get them all back, doesn’t he?” Y/N spat. “It might not work this time though and if it doesn’t then…then the whole family could be taken advantage of in prison. You know how criminals are treated by the guards, imagine having the bloody Shelbys in your block. What’ll they do to poor Ada, Polly, Finn, John, Arthur…”

    “Michael.” His name came out in a dead pan fashion from Alfie and his eyes seemed to darken at the name. “That’s the one you really care about anyways, innit?”

    Y/N took another drag. “I care about all the Shelbys.” 

    “But not in the same way as you care about Michael. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other—-looks right disgusting some times. He looks at you like he hasn’t seen the sun in days and you’re it and you look at him and…and you would look happy.”

    Y/N sighed. “Trust me, Alfie, he hasn’t been looking at me like that lately and neither have you.”

    Alfie banged his fist on the desk. “You’re so frustrating! Of course I ain’t lookin at you the way that boy does because I ain’t no boy! I’m a man and I take what I want! Even if I’m angry.”

    His nostrils were flaring and his face was beginning to redden. Y/N had definitely touched a spot with him and she thought she liked the reaction. As she downed the rest of the rum, she could feel it shoving the panic back to the pit of her stomach. She took one last drag of her cigarette before putting it out in Alfie’s ash tray.

    “Really, because you haven’t taken what you want in months, barely even spoke to me,” Y/N said.

    Alfie groaned. “Because I was mad at ya! But unfortunately for the both of us, you stay stuck in my mind, like the pain my arse you are.”

    “But you still thought you should tell me about Tommy and…and Michael.”

    “Because I knew you’d be pissed if I didn’t and because I care about yeh.”   Alfie relaxed back into his seat and it seemed like he got most of what he wanted off of his broad chest.

    “Oh please, you’re probably grateful that your only competition is rotting in a jail cell right now!” 

    Alfie slowly stood in his feet. “Be careful how you speak to me.”

   “Or what? You’ll hit me, beat me like one of your men who fell out of line?” Y/N taunted.

    The rum and nicotine had put her in a provocative mood and being provocative was better than panicking. Alfie slowly walked around the desk, like a lion stalking its prey. He grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and yanked her out of her seat. She tried hitting him and scratching him, but it was though she was trying to harm a boulder since he didn’t react at all. Alfie kept staring into her dark eyes as he carefully backed her into the wall. Y/N went to hit him again but Alfie grabbed her wrists and pinned them to each side of her head.

    “I told you to watch your mouth,” Alfie whispered in that rough Cockney accent.

    “Why don’t you watch it for me?”

    Alfie closed the little distance between the two of them, pressing his mouth against hers. As Y/N kissed back, she felt the familiar burn of his beard around her mouth and smirked into it. When she tried to lean into him more, Alfie pushed her back against the wall before kissing her more aggressively. She kissed back with just enough passion and soon, Alfie released one of her hands to lock the door without breaking their intense embrace. Y/N took advantage and trailed that hand across his shoulder and Alfie growled as he grabbed her right leg and wrapped it around his hip, pushing them closer together. The heat seemed to have gotten the best of them and soon, Y/N’s hands were clawing at Alfie’s hair while Alfie was holding himself back from ripping off her dress. When he began kissing down her neck, Y/N huffed and smiled at the feeling of his facial hair tickling her neck. With her eyes closed she was able to focus on the feeling and the feeling brought her to a different memory.

    It had happened a couple of weeks after Y/N met Michael. It was late and she had come to Birmingham to check on the Blinders spreading hers and Octavian’s product around the area. She ended up running into Michael at the Garrison and they played several hands of poker with Arthur, John, and Isaiah over bourbons. After several drinks and hands, the Brummies realized just how good at cards Y/N was.

    “Bloody ‘ell, she took all my money!” Arthur announced angrily.

    “’s not my fault that the cards favored me,” Y/N grinned. “I’d like to collect my three hundred pounds now.”

    All three of the men muttered curses at her as they gave her their money, but Michael couldn’t help but laugh. 

    “How did you get so good at poker?” Michael asked.

    “Years and years of practice, Shelby.”

    “It’s Gray.” 

    “Makes no difference ‘round here, really, but Gray works better with your name.” 

     Y/N caught the cheeky looks that Isaiah, Arthur, and John shot Michael as they left, but she pretended not to as she shuffled some cards and sipped some more bourbon.

     “I can’t believe you and your brother are related, you’re like two different people,” Michael said.

    “We only share half of the same genes and it would be so boring being like Octavian.  Micromanaging the books, micromanaging the men, and micromanaging me must get old.” Y/N smirked. “But I do envy how much he gets to use his fists.”

     “If he’s the smarts and the muscle, what’s your role, if you don’t mind me asking,” Michael said.

    Y/N smirked. “Exactly that: I’m charming and people—-especially men—-underestimate me, so they wouldn’t be surprised if I drugged them or they wouldn’t question me if I lured them into getting jumped.”

   Michael raised his eyebrows. “Impressive.”

   “And what’s your role in Shelby Brothers Limited?”

   “I’m a manager.”

    “So you don’t get your hands dirty.”

    “I wouldn’t say that.”
    Y/N chuckled as she took another swig. “You’re full of surprises, Michael Gray, and I like that.”

    After countless drinks, Michael had Y/N pressed against the wall of a secret passageway in the back of the Garrison. They had started out making out passionately before Michael began trailing his mouth down the side of her neck. Y/N had to bite her plump bottom lip to keep herself from moaning. It wasn’t until Michael’s hands began scrunching up the sides of her dress, that she found herself sobering up.

    “Michael, stop,” Y/N said. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

    Slowly Michael let go of her dress and looked into her eyes. Though they were slightly bloodshot, they seemed serious when he said, “Fine, I’ll wait for you then.”

    Y/N blinked and realized that the scratching on her neck was because of Alfie and that she was in Alfie’s office still. She shouldn’t be doing this, not now. She slowly grabbed his hands and pushed him away. He frowned at her.

   “What’s the problem?” Alfie asked.

   “I can’t do this. I’m only doing this to try to forget about Michael and I can’t. I’m so sorry, Alfie,” Y/N said.

    Alfie stepped away from her and it was obvious that he was mad and hurt. “So, you were just going to screw me until he came back?”

    “No, I…I can’t do that; I couldn’t do that.” Y/N ran a hand through her hair. “You deserve so much better than this.”

    Alfie shook his head. “Save the speech and leave ‘fore your brother thinks we did something we haven’t.”

    Y/N moved slowly as she grabbed her hat from the floor and slipped on her coat. She really cared about Alfie, but not in the way he wanted her to. He would find someone else someday, but it wasn’t Y/N. She would’ve told him that if she didn’t think it might break him in some way. So, she quietly slipped out of his office, fixed her hat on her head, fixed her lipstick in the reflection of a picture hanging on the wall, and strolled outside.

    “Must’ve been some important discussion,” Octavian said when Nathan, their driver, closed the car door behind Y/N.

    “It was extremely eye opening. I’m going to Birmingham tomorrow, Octavian, and you can either join me or stay here.”



     Octavian wound up tagging along with Y/N to Birmingham, the prison to be more specific. It was weird for both of them since they knew that it could’ve easily been them holed up in the large, gray building with barely bread and water for food and drink. Plus, the guards would love to break in their new batons on the twins who ran a lucrative drug ring. However, he did make his presence useful by helping Y/N persuade a guard that the Shelbys once had in their pocket to sneak Y/N into the prison. After a promise of an eight ball of coke, Lieutenant Pendleton happily led Y/N into Michael’s cell block.

      Most of the prisoners moaned or catcalled when she passed, but Y/N blocked it all out. All she knew was that she was going to see Michael again and it was the only thing that mattered. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel nervous or anxious about talking to Michael, but she felt calm instead. She didn’t feel like shouting it from the rooftops unlike some girls, but telling Michael to his face was close enough.

     Finally, they reached Michael’s cell and the guard blocked Y/N’s view as he unlocked it. “You’ve got five minutes.”

     “Thank you, Lietutenant.”

     “Just make it quick. They’ll rotate in six so I’ve got to get you out of here in a minute.”

     Y/N nodded and walked into the large, but sad cell. It was four dark gray walls of nothing. There was nothing to lie on and no sort of bathroom. Off to the far left, Michael was laying down on the cold floor, wearing a white t-shirt and black suit pants. He was still toned but slimmer than the last time Y/N saw him. Part of her wanted to beat the men that had done this to him and the other part just wanted to hold him.

     “Michael?” she called. 

     He didn’t move nor respond.

     “Michael, we haven’t got a lot of time,” she said as she walked closer to him before kneeling down behind him. “Michael.”

    Y/N slowly reached her hand out to touch him but before she could, Michael slowly sat up and looked at her. He looked upset, pale, and bruised. He narrowed his eyes at her.

    “What are you doing here?” Michael asked.

     “I heard what Tommy did and I had to see you. Are you all right?”

    “Did you talk to Tommy?”

     “Briefly. It is much more complicated than you think, but, Octavian and I are helping him get you and the rest of your family out.” Y/N ran her hand through his hair but he flinched. “Someone hurt you.”

     “Happens when you’re a Blinder and you get thrown in prison. How are you here anyway?” Michael’s eyes widened and he stood, bringing Y/N up with him. “You’re mad to be here. A guard could see us any second–”

     “I bought us some time, Michael. My brother and I have a little pull with the coppers here.” Y/N hesitated at she looked up into his light eyes. “When I was told about you being in prison, I panicked because I thought I would never see you again. You’re the finest drinking buddy a girl could ask for and you have this beautiful way of being polished and put together but also tough and scrappy. You’re corrupted but pure at the same time. You’re so sweet to me and you shouldn’t be. I’m so not worth your time and you never pushed me to do anything more than I wanted.”

     “Is that all you have to say?” Michael asked.

    “No, I am so sorry for what I put you through with Alfie. I never thought that two men would be interested in me and gangsters nonetheless. For a while, I thought that I was dividing my attention equally between the two of you, but then I realized that it’s wrong not to give someone you love all your attention and that I was giving one of you more attention than the other because I cared about them differently,” Y/N said. “I love you, Michael Gray, and I cannot lose you.”

     Michael slowly cupped Y/N’s face and stared intently at her. “Do you know how much you drive me mad? Even when I was furious with you, I still thought about you constantly. I wanted to talk to you, but I  wouldn’t let myself out of pride.” He kissed her sweetly. “You will never slip through my fingers again.”

    “Never,” Y/N whispered before kissing him back.

    For once in her life, Y/N was truly happy. In the back of her mind, she knew they only had a few minutes left before Y/N had to leave, but she cherished it. Michael, Polly, Arthur, Finn, John, and Ada would be out of prison if it was the last thing she did. 

Bullets Pt. 2

Originally posted by irmavep11


|pt. 1|

Tommy strolled into Polly’s house early the next morning, where he was greeted by the lady herself, sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper in hand and a petite china tea cup steaming on the table in front of her. She looked up for a brief moment, unimpressed by the early visit and lack of manners as he failed to knock. She fanned out her paper dramatically and retreated behind it, making it clear to him she hadn’t wanted to be disturbed.

“And what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked, a sarcastic tone in her voice. 

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Day 9: Moon

Fic #9 for the FYRTFF October Scarefest Challenge.

~800 words. RPF Genfic.
Read on AO3.


The pent-up aggression had been eating at him for the past few days now and he needed to work it out. He’d been snapping at people more than usual and he was staring to notice it. So were they. It wasn’t anything specific, just a mood he’d managed to somehow get himself into, probably hormones or stress or something. Fortunately, he’d recently gotten himself a punching bag and hung it out on the back porch for this very purpose. Unfortunately, the mood to work it out productively didn’t strike him until well after sunset and he spent several hours berating himself for his poor performance in the latest-craze, ridiculously hard, boss-fight-heavy run and gun game first.

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I wish - Michael Clifford

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 1,4k

Rating/Warnings: General Audiences, angsty, fluff, no warnings.

Request: “Pls do an imagine (any boy, you can choose) that’s based on I Wish by One direction :) but ends on a happy note? I hate sad endings.”

Summary: Michael has feelings for you, but he’s too shy to admit them.

A/N: It has a happy ending!! This is not my best one, but I hope you like it regardless. I think I’m having a writer’s block which sucks, but anyway. If you enjoyed it, like/reblog this post and leave me your comments in my inbox. It’s super important and I need to know what you guys think (yeah I’m insecure af). Happy reading! xx 

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You made your way into the pub, the sign over the door proclaiming it to be the Garrison. You’d had to take the train from the village to reach Birmingham for a job interview. With the size of your village, work was hard to find. You’d wanted to move to London, but your mum had wanted you close. Birmingham was a nice compromise.

You’d applied for several positions, so long as you were planning on coming into town. Telephone operator, bookkeeper, secretary - it didn’t matter to you, just so long as you had a job. So you’d arranged to spend several days in Birmingham, both before and after the new year.  Your last interview was scheduled for the third.  The cost of the hotel and train tickets had been your parent’s Christmas present to you.

A few drinks in a local pub seemed the best way to usher in the New Year.  A time to relax.  Maybe engage in a little causal flirtation for…for the first time in awhile.  It wasn’t Henry’s fault, after all.  You’d never managed to gather up the courage to confess to your childhood friend.  You’d resolved to do something about it at the New Year, but…he’d moved on now.  It hurt, that he hadn’t been in touch since finding his mother.  Still, you could understand him wanting cut ties with his old life, to better embrace the new.

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Possessive

Title:  Possessive

Author:  Emily

Pairing:  Michael Gray x Reader

Dates Written:  Tuesday, July 19, 2016 - Thursday, July 21, 2016

Date Posted:  Friday, July 22, 2016

Word Count:  1,031

Request:  Yes.  “I was wondering if I could request a peaky blinder imagine. I would like it to be about Michael Gray “Shelby”. Can the imagine be about Michael getting jealous when he and the reader are out because a young man came up and started flirting with her and Michael’s possessive side shows. Please if it’s not to much of a hassle c:”

Author’s Note:  I feel like this could have gone better.  Now I am a person who likes to put a little background before diving into the imagine.  Do you guys prefer when the imagine is started with some background or goes straight to the point?  Can we also just talk about how fine Finn Cole is in general?  Does anyone watch him in Animal Kingdom too?  I thought I wouldn’t be that invested but that show has got me hooked!  Well, I hope you enjoyed andree-uh!  You guys give some support to other followers and maybe give her a follow!  Love you all and hope you enjoy!

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Hidden (L.H.)

A/N: I wrote this because I was reading Prince!Luke imagines/blurbs and this popped to mind. I have a Part 2 written if you all want it. All you have to do is ask :)

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Part 2

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You sighed as you tied your apron around your waist, preparing yourself for the oncoming mess of making his royal highness’ dinner.
As you started chopping up vegetables, you couldn’t help but plead that his royal highness’ companions wouldn’t be so much of a nuisance tonight. Those boys always wrecked havoc anywhere they went and it was exhausting having to clean up the after mess.
You had finished tossing the salad and was just putting the dressing into a little serving boat when the head maid, Mary, came rushing into the kitchen.
“Everyone! His royal highness’ companions have just arrived and he has requested dinner to be brought out within fifteen minutes!” She spoke rapidly which caused everyone in the kitchen to go into panic mode as they all scrambled around to finish getting everything ready.
“Y/N! Bry!” Mary called over to the two of you.
You both stopped what you were doing and made your way over to her.
“You two will be on dining duty tonight.” She handed you both a clean black apron.
The two of you exchanged looks of worry and annoyance. Worry because you were waiting on four princes and annoyance because you were waiting on four arrogant princes’ needs.

Once all food had finished being prepared and servers had brought them out to the massive dining table in the dining room, that was much too big for just four boys, Mary had ushered both you and Bry to freshen up to make yourselves look more presentable for the princes.
Once the two of you had cleaned yourselves up and put on your new aprons, the two of you made your way into the dining room just as the main doors opened.
In walked Prince Luke followed by his fellow prince companions Michael, Ashton, and Calum.
You both gave each other encouraging looks before making your way over to the table.
“What can I get for you to drink, Sir?” Bry asked Luke since he was the head for this meal.
Luke had glanced around and gave a wave of his hand to the other three who gave their drink orders to Bry followed by him stating his.
She gave him a slight bow before retreating into the kitchen to get their drinks.
Luke made snapping fingers at you and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
“Yes, sir?” You ask in a fake polite tone.
“You may begin serving us,” Luke stated.
You moved around quickly and graciously, how could you not when you have been doing this for practically every day for the past five years of your life.
As you started setting up Michael’s plate, you could see Bry come back in with their drinks from the corner of your eye.
Once all the boys’ plates have been filled and served you turned to face Luke. “Is that all you’ll be needing for right now, Sir?”
He dismissed you with a wave and you bit your lip to refrain yourself from saying something rude and retreated back to the corner of the room with Bry as you both awaited for a signal that meant that you two were needed.

It’s now after dinner and you, along with other servants, were nearly finished with cleaning up the dining hall.
You were just doing a second coat of wiping a polisher onto the dining table when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to who would tap your shoulder when all the other servants just had to call your name to get your attention.
You didn’t pay attention to all of the other servants’ shocked and nervous faces as you turned to face the person.
Your eyes widened in surprise and you curtsied out of habit. “Sir,” you tell him.
He leaned forward to whisper into your ear. “Relax, baby. It’s just me.”
You gave him a small smile as you whispered back. “There are others in here as well, Sir.”
He rolled his eyes and took a hold of your hand. “Follow me.”
You dropped the rag you were holding onto the polished table as Luke whisked you out of the room, ignoring the incredulous looks of the other servants as they whispered to one another.
You followed him down the hallway, past a few corridors, and up the main staircase. “Where are you taking me?”
It was an innocent question, one that would be asked when whisked away abruptly with no further information on your destination.
Luke spared you a glance and flashed you a brief grin. “I want to introduce you to my best mates.”
You had reached the top of the landing and Luke was about to pull you down the hallway, but you tugged him back. “Wait, Luke. Are you sure? I’m still just a maid, you know.”
He took your face in his hands and stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “Baby, I’ve told you so many times that you mean so much more to me than that. I hate it when you degrade yourself to me. I wish you could see that you’re like a princess to me and that I truly care for you.”
You reached your hands up and held onto his that were still cupping your face. “I know, Lu, but I can’t help but think it, you know? Especially since your parents have been talking about you meeting a few princesses next week to start planning your engagement.” You looked down at the floor.
It’s times like these that you wished there wasn’t a thing like royal statuses to exist.
You and Luke may have had a secret relationship going on for the past four years, but it has always burned in the back of your mind that he would find a princess that would obviously be much better than a maid. He had told you time and time again that that wouldn’t happen as well as shown you how much he loved you, but that insecurity would always be there.
He made you look up at him. “The only person I’ll ever be engaged to is you, baby.” He kissed your forehead. “You’re it for me.”
He took your hand in his again and the two of you headed back down the hallway and towards Luke’s second room where he usually hung out with his friends.
“But what about what people will say? You saw how the servants reacted. The only ones who aren’t opposed are Bry and Mary and that’s because Bry is my best friend and Mary is like a mother to me.”
Luke shrugged. “Fuck what everyone else thinks. I plan on marrying you and having a future with you someday.”
You couldn’t help but stand on your tiptoes and give Luke a kiss on the cheek for saying something so sweet.
Yeah, he may be a dick to you sometimes when he had to act all prince-like and treat you like a maid, but it was when it was just the two of you that he always expressed his true feelings that always made you forgive him in the end.
He turned and looked down at you with a cheeky smile. “You missed,” he stated before capturing your lips with his.
Your lips started to move together in sync before a cough was heard and had the two of you pulling away.
You tensed as you saw the three other boys standing in front of you and Luke.
“So, what’s going on here, Hemmo?” Ashton asked with a raised eyebrow.
You gripped Luke’s hand as you partially hid yourself behind his broad body.
He gripped your hand back in reassurance. “I told you I wanted to tell you guys something important that I’ve been keeping a secret, but I trust you boys with my life. So, I want you all to meet my girlfriend.” Luke pulled you out from behind him and wrapped his arm around you. “Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, meet my best friends Ashton, Michael, and Calum.” Luke introduced all of you.
You gave them all a shy, “Hello, Sir,” followed by a slight bow.
“Hey, none of that. If you’re Luke’s girlfriend there’s no need for the bowing,” Calum’s voice cut the silence.
“Or any of that ‘Sir’ nonsense,” Michael added.
You gave them all a smile. “Sorry, it’s a natural reflex.”
“You’ll be forgiven if we’re allowed to tackle you in a group hug,” Ashton smiled.
You giggled. “Well, I can’t resist that opportunity, can I?”
The three boys smiled widely and grabbed you from Luke, pulling you into the center of their group hug. All of them making loud noises of some sort.
You wobbled slightly as they let go of you but felt someone grab a hold of your waist as they steadied you. You looked up behind you to see Luke grinning down at you.
“I take it that they like you,” he cheekily remarked.
You laughed. “I would hope so since I got the life squished out of me from that hug.”
All five of you headed towards the room and made yourselves comfortable. Michael and Calum on the two bean bags in front of the tv, Ashton on the recliner, and you cuddled up next to Luke on the love seat.
“So how long have you two been dating?” Ashton asks you two.
“Almost four years,” you tell him with a smile.
Calum turned to give you a surprised look. “Four years? How have you managed to keep this a secret for so long?”
Luke chuckled. “Trust me, it wasn’t that easy.”
You nodded in agreement. “We’ve had our fair share of ups and downs, but they’ve made us stronger.”
“How did the two of you start dating?” Michael asked.
You looked at Luke. “I think you should tell them. You always tell the story better than me.”
He laughed and kissed the back of your head. “Alright. So, a year before Y/N and I started dating, she had just been hired as a maid, mainly for my purposes, and I did everything I could to give her a hard time.”
You grumbled. “Damn right you did.”
“Hush,” Luke shushed you and you stuck your tongue out at him. “Anyway, one day I pushed her over the edge with cleaning up my room and she just exploded. She turned around and started screaming at me about how spoiled I was, how unthankful I was, and how much a dick I was being to her when she had been nothing but respectful.” He looked at you. “What were your exact words, babe?”
You blushed. “I told you to get your silk wearing, rich, pampered dick head out of your ass because I wouldn’t deal with your bullshit.”
The other three boys cracked up at that and you buried your head into Luke’s chest.
“Stop, it’s so embarrassing and rude of me to say to a prince,” you tell them.
“Ah, but if you hadn’t of said that, I wouldn’t have fallen for you, wouldn’t I?” Luke smiled at you. “It was because of her defiance that I found her attractive and from there, I slowly got her to see the real me and ended up asked her to be my girlfriend after like five more months.”
“It took you almost half a year to ask her to be your girlfriend?” Calum laughed.
“In my defense, I was getting to know her and she was still unsure of my intentions,” Luke defended himself.
You laughed. “Still am to this day, babe.”
He rolled his eyes.
“So what are you going to do about next week, mate?” Ashton brought up.
Luke sighed. “I wish this wasn’t happening, but I’m going to have to tell everyone that I’m dating Y/N.”
“It’s not going to be a pretty reaction, Luke,” Michael told him.
“I know.” He looked at you and smiled. “But I know we’ll make it through this.”
You smiled back at him.

Fanfic (Mavinwood): Y/Ours

So, you know, I still exist. Just in case you were wondering. Now, excuse me while I throw some porn at you and promptly vanish again.

Prompt: “Mavinwood: Ryan and Gavin hatch a plan to "make Michael theirs”. Interpret that how you will… (Non AU)“

Hehe, I guess making this an AU would have been the easy road out anyway.

So I took the other easy road out and made this smut.

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Music and laughter rippled around Michael as he walked in a somewhat straight line towards a door that he hoped contained a bathroom. God, he needed to piss so badly.

He yanked open the door and almost groaned when he was greeted by a long hallway. Seriously, what was the point of having the hallway separated by a door? It was just unnecessary. Michael felt lied to.

At least the hall was quieter than the party, the base and chatter dimming to a muted thrumming in the walls as he closed the door. It was empty, too, which was good - no one around to rope him into small talk when all he wanted to do was take a leak.

Then, of course, the music became loud again as someone stepped into the hall - why were there so many doors to this fucking hallway - only to dull down again as the door closed behind the newcomer.

And of course it was Gavin, one of the greatest sources of sexual frustration in Michael’s life, ever since the British Lad had admitted that he was gay and also in a relationship with Ryan. Michael’s mind often plagued him with the question what if - what if Gavin had confided in him about his sexuality earlier, would anything have ever eventuated? And of course he had to be dating Ryan, all muscly arms and broad shoulders and just more physically impressive than Michael in general. It wasn’t fair. Michael shouldn’t have to go home alone and jerk himself off with only his pathetic fantasies to keep him company.

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