small break from my studying! during the prohibition canada exported (smuggled) large amounts of illegal alcohol to the united states, and it was called rum-running. although dangerous, it was profitable and the canadian government basically turned a blind eye to it.
After more thrilling shows with Ashton’s sweaty hugs and the exhilarating crowd heard from miles away, we all found ourselves here back at the hotel we were all staying at after the most recent show. All except, of course, Calum and Nia. Arzalyea and I were perched on the comfy bed near the edge, while the rest of the boys were sitting on the ground in a mini circle. Michael thought it would be fun to play a drinking game, a twist on spin the bottle. Instead of kissing someone that the bottle lands on, that person gets to mix a drink for you in private and you have to drink the whole thing. We had ingredients from things like vodka to horseradish. So, by midnight my throat was burning, eyes watering, and I felt the giggles come along as time went on.
“Y/N, since you’re the most adventurous, how about we steam it up a little?” Luke suggested.
“And how are you proposing we mix it up?” I said, then continued to drink my orange juice chaser.
“Next person the bottle lands on, you have to take a body shot from.” My face cringed at the thought, but the already coursing rum and vodka running through my body made me nod my head, wanting to prove that I don’t back down.
“Fine Hemmings, I just hope your girlfriend won’t kill me if it lands on you sucker.” I smirked to Arz who just pretend puked, and then laughed.
I spun the bottle at a moderate pace and it started to slow near the boys side. Once the bottle stopped, it landed on my now boyfriend, Ashton. He smiled proudly, already pulled off his shirt and laying down horizontally on the bed. I covered my mouth, embarrassed, as Luke poured a sloppy shot into Ashton’s bellybutton. He giggled at the odd feeling, but his eyes dug into mine, wanting to so badly feel my lips on a pretty sensitive part of his body.
“Now drink, sucker.” Luke mocked, and I pulled my hair back using my hand. As my lips pressed into his firm stomach, my lips rounded around the hole filled with liquor, and slurped it up, even using my tongue to clean it all up. I could feel Ashton tightened under me, and I swore I could hear a faint moan escape his mouth, even over the noises of everyone in the room. I sat up setting my hair in place and cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand, smiling proudly. But the room died down in commotion when we all heard the hotel door open. I was facing away from the door while everyone was facing it dead on, and bulging eyes told me it could only be one person. My head slowly turned around before my body, meeting his eyes.
He was clutching his phone, water bottle, and wallet all in one hand, and all stared at us with a straight face. There’s a certain way you can tell when Calum is mad. His shoulders are far more back and brooding than a normal man, his brows hand low on his face with a slight downward curve, and his bottom lip juts out more along with his chin. To make the whole situation not seem awkward, I turned back around, as Ashton brought his hand to my knee to calm me down.
“Hey bro, thought you were gonna be with Nia the entire night?” Michael asked, and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
“I broke up with her.” The whole room seemed as if someone pressed the paused button on a remote, and the whole room fell silent. The only noise to be heard was the slight ringing in the air. Everyone’s eyes, even Ashton’s, fell upon me, as if I was suppose to have some response or reaction to this statement. However, I didn’t budge, and kept my ‘non-concerned’ composure. Deep down, though, my heart began to race in my chest and got louder with each pump to the point where I almost couldn’t hear anything else.
“Nobody ask any questions, I’m going to bed. Hope you all are having fun.” He said sternly. I could feel his eyes digging into the back of my head, as he left the room to the second bedroom next door that was connected to the room we were in. As the door slammed shut, I jumped, and Ashton placed his hands on my shoulders. I heard everyone let out a shaky breathe, and the room seemed quieter than before.
“So, I think we’re going to head out, probably down at the lobby to the bar, you’re open to join us but until then, night Y/N, night Ashton.” Luke said, more hushed than his normal voice, and all 3 slipped out of the room without a single peep.
I could feel my mouth hanging open, and the build up in my chest that contemplated coming out in the form of tears, as I stared at the messy comforter beneath me.
“I think you should talk to him Y/N…” Ashton whispered, both of our heads now hanging. I trembled feeling his hands dropping from the comfortable position on my shoulders. I could feel the lump in my throat growing by the second, knowing exactly what was bound to happen either in this moment, or very very soon.
“You’re the only one who could get through to him in this time.”
“But what about us…” I looked up to find Ashton already wiping away stray tears, and sniffled.
“We both know you never really felt anything for me. Well…I personally know now.” He looked up at me with red eyes. “But I know you’ve never liked me more than a best friend.”
“It stings. It hurts. it’s…heartbreaking. But I mostly blame myself.” More tears lunged from his eyes, as I sat up and grabbed his cheeks, making sure to wipe them away as they fell, some being stopped by his growing beard.
“Don’t-don’t say that please…”
“But I do. I blame myself for taking you away from him and making you question your feelings. I blame myself for confusing you. I blame myself for taking you for my own when I didn’t even think about you, I practically took advantage of you. But mostly, I blame myself from breaking Calum’s heart.”
“W-what, do you mean? I broke him Ashton, I told him I didn’t love him when I did, it was all my fault you hear me?” He shook his head, shutting his eyes.
“No, he loved you even after all of that. And I, being the extremely selfish best friend, took his girl for myself, not even blinking an eye. And I miss him, I mean we’re Cashton. We’re best friends, bandmates, brothers. And now, I think I completely ruined our relationship for good.” He smothered his face into my palm, holding onto my hand for needed strength. I felt my own tears well up in my eyes, but held myself together for Ashton’s sake. Even though he couldn’t see me, I nodded my head to his request from before.
“I’ll do it, I’ll talk to him.” He cracked his eyes open, and began using his cotton tee to wipe around his tears. He sniffled a couple of times, before giving me a slight smile and a final kiss on the forehead.
“So I guess this is it, huh?” I asked questioningly.
“Unfortunately so.” He combed through my hair, staring at me the loving way he always has. This was the last time he’d be able to, this close, this intimately.
“I’m going to catch up with the others. Let me know how things go with Calum please.” I nodded, watching him get up, grab his coat, and smile at me one last time before closing the door, leaving me and the Maori boy separated.
I had the courage from the fading liquor to fully open his door without a knock, and saw him lazily lounging on the bed with only his sweatpants on. The room was dark, except for his phone light on his face. I flipped the switch next to the door, and walked in further to shut the door. His eyes squinted, and he did not look at all pleased to see me of all people.
“I was trying to sleep.”
“Obviously not, you were on your phone.”
He huffed out a chuckle, and threw his phone against the plush chair in the corner of the room with enough force to see the veins in his bicep protrude.
“Look, Calum I didn’t come in here to fight I came in to talk.”
“No, leave. Get out. I don’t even want to see you right now, I can’t look at you.”
“You have no problem looking at me when you’re basically tonguing Nia down in front of me, or giving me a death glare when I’m in Ashton’s arms!”
“Oh yeah how’s your little boyfriend? You’re little fuck buddy?”
“We just broke up Calum!” His eyes caught mine as he sat on the edge of his bed.
I strolled over to sit on the front of the bed, while he remained facing away from me on the side. “Calum, we’ve had our fair share of mistakes. I made the mistake of sleeping with Ashton while I still loved you. And even though he was different, my mind never strolled away from you. It’s always been you.” I tried to slowly lay my hand on his defined back, but he jumped up, swatting me away as if I were a fly.
“Don’t, touch me. You don’t get to come in here, tell me you love me and expect things to get better, none of what you said makes it any better, it doesn’t work that way!”
I couldn’t say anything, I knew I was the one in the wrong when it came to him and I. If I never would’ve told him I didn’t love him, and then try to jeopardize his new found relationship with my own selfish feelings, this all wouldn’t have unraveled this way.
“You’re the one who bailed, you’re the one who ran away from your feelings when I broke our most implemented rule. And besides the lying problem, we have this whole problem to fix! How are you going to solve it? If you really love me like you say you do, how do you plan to make things better!”
“Calum…I did something, so incredibly stupid and selfish of me. I lied to you, I slept with someone else to get over you, I ruined your obviously better relationship because of my own love for you which isn’t fair to you or Nia. And as much as I would jump at the chance to redo everything…I can’t.” My voice was now cracking at this point due to fast hot tears flowing down my cheeks.
“But in the end I know that what we have is so much better than any other connection we could have with anyone else. What we have is something more than just a good fuck here and there, it was a growing friendship and genuine love for one another. In reality you are my best friend Cal, and the only person I’ve ever felt anything like this before. I love you Calum…”
I swiftly grabbed his hand, and brought it to my lips but again he jumped even farther away from me.
“I won’t just fall limp in your arms like I always have this time Y/N! I have always came back to you! Not again! ” He pointed a solid pointer finger at me, emphasizing his words directly toward me. “I think you need to leave, and I think you should get back together with Ashton.” He slowly walked toward the door to open it for me, but I quickly got up and pulled his shoulder to look at me but he didn’t even flinch, but however did stop in his tracks.
“No, no Cal we can work this out, the love we have for each other will help us work this out, finally, together!”
“Well that love fading.” My heart cracked at his words, hearing that he could possibly be falling out of love with me because of my own actions completely ripped me apart.
“Look, we have to work this out. There’s got to be a way Calum…please…” I ran in front of him and placed my pleading hands on his visible pecks, feeling his rapidly beating heart against my palms. “I don’t know what to do without you, I have nothing without you. There’s a void in my heart that can only be filled with you, I need you so badly…” My crying eyes looked deep into his now deep brown ones, feeling as if our souls were connecting as his bottom lip began to quiver.
“I don’t know what I would do without these gorgeous arms that protected me and kept me safe,’ I placed a kiss on his bicep, ‘without these hands that kept mine warm even if your own were frozen,’ I kissed his fingers, ‘without this cheeks that held a smile so bright and alive that I didn’t need to look at another art piece in the world,’ I kissed his cheek, ‘without these eyes that spoke to me when words weren’t needed,’ I kissed his eyelashes, ‘and without your heart, your amazing love-filled heart Calum.” I ended with kissing his chest, my lips longing to stay on his heated skin. For a minute, I could feel him want to grab me and hold me there for eternity, afraid of ever losing me again, but instead, he just stayed lifeless in front of me, his arms staying down by his sides.
“I can’t do it…you’re so different from when I first met you, you’re like this completely different person I don’t even know anymore. Whenever I look at you, I see Ashton,,,lying above you like when I caught you two…”
At this point, Calum Hood had finally cracked.
“Just like I’m sure you see Nia’s face when you look into mine…”
“No, Calum no. All I see is you. Your beautiful, fun loving, kind hearted soul. You’re the best person there is and I’ll always see you, as you.”
“These couple months have completely changed everything Y/N…whether you like it or not…I just can’t keep doing this with you. All the lying, the sleeping around, the putting yourself before anyone else.” I looked up at him, trying to find in his eyes if he was telling the truth. He was.
“I would have given up everything I have, for you. I would’ve put myself in danger before I let so much as a finger lay on you. But now…those feelings are fading, because for once I am going to put myself before anybody else. It’s my turn to have some happiness.”
I pulled away, hand covering my mouth while the other laid on my hip.
“But this can’t be it I mean…this can’t be the end of us Calum…”
His never left my figure as he took in my physique one last time. The way my hair fell onto one side as I flipped it, the way my foot twitched because of my anxiousness, the way I bit my nail trying to for-see what was to come after this moment.
“Then how come it is?”
And this was the moment, I finally cracked.
Part 7 if y’all really want to know how this ends! I left this at a stand off point, but I have plans for a part 7. This part actually made me choke up because this Friends scene kills me. Request loves!
So last night was a mess, I danced and sang in front of the camera until I puked but otherwise it was fine and dandy and fun, so thank you my friends for hanging out with me while i was drinking alone! <3
“Oh my god
I love this song!” You giggled, turning the volume up on the music system, the
bass vibrated through the walls, and you began to shimmy your hips, your eyes on
the men sat at the dining table eating the cheese pizza you had ordered in.
the first time Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had visited your Muggle home, it
had been a funny event after the two Wizards had become friends with you,
enough to want to hang at your normal home and surroundings. You had served
them the best beer you had known, empty bottles decorated the dining table and
you had broken open the bottle of your favourite White Rum.
spoke, running your hands through your hair, half the bottle of Wine you had
consumed had affected your mind and a giddiness flowed through you “Do you like
music?” you asked, your sultry eyes laid on the coy man in the room and before
he could answer you laughed wickedly “Of course you do!”
frowned, chewing on his pizza slowly as he grew envious of the way you looked
at his best friend, the way you swayed your hips to the beat of the tune which
rumbled around the kitchen, but all the focus laid on Remus.
eyyyy so this part 1 of a commission for a super cool person whose girlfriend came up with an A+ AU, lemme just copypaste the summary of it mmyes
“1930s Gravity Falls AU where Uncle Stan’s a bootlegger who runs a still, and maybe a moldy little sideshow as well. When the kids move in one summer he soon has them running rum all through the valley (vintage car chases with the deputies optional, but encouraged) and in their spare time, they investigate all the usual bizarre goings-on in Gravity Falls. She also thought maybe Li'l Gideon would be some kind of tent revival preacher boy, whom Mabel kept having to fend off.”
I AM SO ON BOARD WITH THIS
this was so much fun and there’s more to come yeayeayea
Your hands were shaking as the adrenaline of battle slowly
died and you were led to the cabin by the captain who gripped his shoulder with
a pained grimace. He opened the door and ushered you through with a nod. You took a flint from your pocket as
he closed the door and you found the lantern atop the large desk within. You
could feel him watching you as you did so and you thought that perhaps you
should have waited for him.
“I’ve got some materials in my desk,” He began as he passed
you in the tight space and rounded to the large chair bolted to the floor,
opening a drawer and digging around with his free hand, “There’s some rum on the
shelf over there…if you wouldn’t mind.”
The hot sun blares against your face as you follow Dick, Roy, and Kori through the streets of Havana. As much as you wanted to stop and marvel at the new sights all around you, pausing for even a few seconds meant you might get lost in the crowds, and Captain Grayson is having none of that. He glances your way every now and then to make sure you’re keeping up, but for the most part he is discussing what they are about to do.
“So here’s the plan,” Dick says to Roy and Kori as you all turn a corner. “Do you remember that trip with the governor’s daughter Port Royal?”
“Yeah,” Roy says and Kori nods in agreement. From the corner of your eye you notice a couple of men next to a building leering at her, but a sharp glance from Roy sends them back to their own business.
“Think that but crossed with the rum run in Kingston.” Dick nods politely to a couple of royal soldiers patrolling the street.
“Ooh. Spicy,” Roy says. “I like it.”
“I thought you might,” Dick smirks and looks at you. “Y/N.”
“What?” You raise an eyebrow at him; you have absolutely no clue what they’re talking about, and you’re not entirely sure you want to.
“I feel like a lot of people are assuming that the dissatisfaction with the episode stems from MacDennis and while that’s very true for a lot of people (especially the newbies), it’s not true for everyone.
I have zero stock in MacDennis. I would have been amused if it had happened, but I am just as okay with it not happening.
My dissatisfaction from the episode is that it just felt… off. Like, it didn’t feel like a good episode.
Note: Killian has no choice but to break your heart. His own heart in Pan’s grip but you can’t just allow yourself to give up on him.
(The memories mentioned are before he loses his hand and gains his infamous hook, hence no mention of it just so you know. )
Killian Jones x Peter Pan x Reader
Warnings: Some violence and swearing. Brief mention of unwanted advances too.
Disclaimers: None of the GIFs are mine. All credit goes to the creators
The bar you see yourself in is
bursting with patrons enjoying a drink and those who are with others are
laughing at the jokes they are sharing. The laughs aren’t quiet either – they
are loud and boisterous as though they are trying to out laugh the other which
makes it difficult for you to hear the words of anyone who attempts to talk to
you. A restriction of which seems to give them the excuse to use gropes and
slaps to your arse as a form of communication instead.
Oh the joys of working in a tavern!
The final straw for you is when one of those
lecherous gropes starts to turn into something a whole lot more. You feel the
hard wall of the room as your back is forced up against it, the tray of glasses
you had been carrying clattering onto the floor sending shards of glass flying
as it shatters on impact as it falls from your grip. Your breath escapes your
lungs quickly from the sheer force behind the move.
It isn’t a regular visitor to the tavern, you
don’t recognise any detail of his face, and given that you are always one of
the very few sober ones in here you never doubted your memory. This one, going
by his scruffy look and the god awful stench of his drunken breath, was one of
the group of pirates that had recently come to the town. They were here looking
at trading with the locals or in this one’s case treat it’s women like they are
something to be fondled incessantly.
His breath as he runs his rum covered lips up the
length of your neck makes you very skin crawl as a grimace crosses your lips.
The stench of stale rum hits you like a violent wave in the sea.
“Squibbers, mate. I suggest you kindly take your
hands off the young lady here.”
The coffee goes down smooth, the column of her throat tensing in a way that makes Frank’s stomach jump.
His fingers twitch at her almost inaudible hum of satisfaction, for the first time in so long aching to feel something other than the cool metal of a trigger.
He withdraws his gaze, looking down at the paper on the table between them, clearing his throat to say, “This is it? An address and the combination to a safe that’s probably empty? It’d be quicker if i just put two in the back of his head.”
She shakes her head, and there it is again, that fucking distraction that comes with her hair brushing against the cream of her skin, words quickly tumbling out into the quiet, “I need those contracts to prove he’s been laundering money for crooked politicians… then you can do whatever the hell you want.”
It almost sounds cold, words clipped, even a little vindictive, but Frank can see the way her finger twitches against her mug, the searching look in her eyes - he wishes he could stop seeing - so he just nods, picking up the paper and tucking it under his jacket.
”RUN!” He screams at her from the entrance to the building, bullets whizzing by his head as he turns back to face the people chasing them.
It’s hard for her to leave him, but she knows he’s more than capable of handling himself, and the contents of the safe clutched to her chest need to make it out of the burning building or this whole escapade of theirs was for nothing.
Hours later, she pulls up to their meeting spot, limping, cold fingers clinging to a delicately carved wooden box, it’s brass latches frosty in the night air.
With each passing minute, a little sliver of hope is shaved away, and tension begins to collect in her shoulders, You shouldn’t have left, ringing in her ears.
But then there are lights cutting through the woods, footsteps crunching through the dry leaves, and before Frank even steps into the clearing, she’s running, box flying to the ground.
She stares down at the box in open astonishment, fingers shaking with anger as she reaches down to pick up the etched glass bottle, tracing the the lettering she hisses, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Frank only shrugs in response, turning away from her to retrieve two glasses from his cabinet.
He pours them both a healthy portion of the amber liquid and pushes one tumbler toward Karen, his eyes scanning her face, watching the rage shimmer just beneath the surface, “Must’ve known you were onto him. Ten to nothing all physical evidence of the corruption is gone.”
She snatches up the glass and gulps down the burning liquid, uncorking the bottle the pour the glass full again, and snarls at no one in particular, “Why does this have to be so fucking hard?”
One corner of Frank’s mouth twitches up, his eyes catching the light of the moon as it passes through the window. “If it were easy, the cops would have done it a long time ago.”
Five hundred dollar bottle of rum empty, Karen moves from her seat in Frank’s makeshift kitchen, feeling wobbly and more than a little done with the world.
She barely notices the throbbing pain in her knee, wincing only slightly as she moves toward the cot in the corner, but Frank is too perceptive, jumping up to stop her. “Let me see.”
It’s a bruise, black and ugly in the middle, varying purple hues toward the edge, and she knows it’ll hurt like hell in the morning, but all she can think about right now is the way his palm cradles the back of her calf, his fingers tracing along the skin to see if it’s more than just a bruise.
He’s on his knees in front of her, probing the injury, and the alcohol makes her bold, light-headed as she reaches out to thread her fingers through his hair, the unruly curls that he’s let it grow into.
It’s a nurturing move, a desire to comfort that she has been long tasked with suppressing, and she waits for him to snatch his fingers away, to stomp over to the other side of the cabin, to slam the door and leave her alone in the dark.
Frank would never admit it to a soul, but he’s touch starved, and Karen’s fingers against his scalp, pushing his hair back away from his face, feel like fire against his skin.
He’s not like he used to be, not present one-hundred percent of the time, and his mind can sometimes play tricks on him, can wander away into impossible realms, so he doesn’t trust the scene before him: a beautiful woman with bedroom eyes and soft hands.
“Frank,” she says, his name so soft in the air between them that he’s not quite sure it’s real, and the rum doesn’t help either, making him feel warm underneath his rib cage, almost as if his heart has started to beat again.
But her touch, it’s like an anchor holding him to earth, and he knows it’s real, not fair, but real.
All of her distractions are bundled up into one neat package before him, her soft lips, the flush of her skin, the pulse jumping at her neck that is begging for the pad of his thumb, it’s all here, and for the first time in a long time he thinks he can afford to be distracted.