“Being Bad Feels Really Good”

Author Note- **So originally last month I posted this on my old blog, but that one had so many bugs (I couldn't message, my tags never worked) so no one ever saw it :( So now with my new account I'm posting it again. My first writing in years, so sorry if it's trash. I've been thinking alot lately and I wanna try my hand at writing again..so if you have any headcannon requests or blurb requests please send me an ask :) also this is all in my phone since I have no working computer at the moment, so I apologize for any grammatical errors or otherwise. Thanks for reading please send me some ideas or prompts, I've always want to try headcanons so that could be fun! I love you all!!

Being 7 months pregnant with the next heir to the Shepherd family should have been fairly easy. You and Duncan had gotten engaged during a trip to Italy last year, but the wedding was put on hault when your soon to be mother in law thought she spotted a bump during a dress fitting. Like many things in life Annette was right about this as well. She would finally be a grandmother, and you and Duncan would be parents. Despite what some may think Annette was thrilled, she had always like you and learning you were now carrying her grandchild only heightened her excitement. Duncan was also excited, in the beginning, but it seemed as time went on he became more distant. Was he worried of being a parent? Fearful of being an awful father after years of have no positive male figures in his life? Or was it you, was it the weight gain? Lack of a sexual appetite? Mood swings? Lack of energy? You had no idea, until you hear his phone vibrate on the coffee table.

You had been sitting on the plush couch in the highrise appartment you and Duncan had shared for 3 years. Some Netflix show played as background sound while you read your book. Duncan had gone to shower, he had a buisness dinner to attend and after an awful bout of sickness earlier in the day he insisted you stay home. You had been feeling better, until his phone vibrated on the coffee table. Assuming it was Annette you reached for his phone and were hit with a wave a nausea no pregnancy could provide.

Cecile: "Can't wait to see you later!😮🍑🍆❤"

Attempting to compose yourself you called the one person you could think to before you broke down.

Storming into your shared master bath you threw open the shower door. "Woah, honey whats wrong?" Duncan jumped back trying to sheild himself from the cool breeze. You thrust your arm forward, Duncan's phone in hand. "What the fuck is this?" Trying to keep calm was not going well as you felt yourself grinding your teeth. "I don't know," Duncan tried to feign innocence, "wrong number?" "Oh really? Duncan do you think I'm an idiot?" You voice begin rising, "A whole tread of wrong number messages, that you've replied to.." You scrolled through the messages while talking, "Oh and whats this? A dick pic? Oh ya that's definitely you.." "Babe," Duncan quietly tried to reach forward in an attempt to calm you. "Do NOT call me BABE!" You scream and with full force threw Duncan's phone into the shower watching it shatter at his feet. With the breaking of the phone something in you broke as well. A flood of tears finally came crashing down your face. With a choked sob you spoke again. "Get out. Get out of my house." At this point Duncan had shut off the water and had a towel wrapped around himself. "Y/N, what are you talking about I can't just leave, it's my house. Its in my name." You forced out a fake laugh. "You know Duncan, it's actually not under your name. It's actually under your mom's, and you know me and Annette just had the best little talk." She watched as Duncan's face began to pale. "Duncan please get your things and leave before I need to call security and have you escorted out. And don't bother with you key, Annette's getting the locks changed." "Y/N, no, please. I'm sorry okay, I'm sorry. " Tears began to seep from Duncan's eyes and he pleaded with you. "I can't live without you. Please we have a baby coming, don't punish our child for my mistake." "I'm not punishing our child, if you were so worried about that maybe you should have kept your dick in your pants. Now please go." You crossed your arms and wandered to the livingroom window. Duncan followed you still pleading. "What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go, Y/N?" "I don't know Duncan, why don't you stay with Cecile? Just please get the fuck out of my house!" You didn't look at him. You were mentally and physically drained. Duncan wandered away to clothe himself and pack a suitcase. As he came back into to the living room and looked at you, he didn't know what to say. What could he say? Nothing could fix what he'd done, so at that moment he said nothing. He just turned and left, shutting their appartment door behind him. Once you heard the door shut, you broke down. Your body slumped to the floor and you sobbed. Body wreaking, chest pinching, gasping for air sobs. You stayed their, no engery or will to move, until finally your crys lulled you to sleep on the living room floor.

Since this my first Cody Character work, I'm gonna tag a couple of people I love and/or who's work I love as well 🖤 @sojournmichael @leatherduncan @langdxn @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @amethyst-v

Credit to GIF owner, not my GIF

After this ask, I may or may not write another part for this story. I will see ! 

          Duncan’s happiness was a priority for (Y/N), as a best friend/little sister. After his statement and the rejection he received, Duncan was locked up in his home for two weeks. She called him every day to find out if he was alright, and it was clear he tried to not sob when he answered her. According to Annette, who was very worried about what the journalists would say if they found out, it had been difficult to get him out, even to force him to eat, wash or shave, but when she invited (Y/N) to his house, Duncan had run around the apartment to put everything away and change, so that she didn’t see him in his underwear and bathrobe. It was a little embarrassing when he opened the door with a sad little smile, dark circles under his eyes.

           "Hi.“ he said shyly, letting her in without daring to touch her.

           "Hi Duncan. I’m glad to see you again.”

He seemed to feel better seeing that she was wearing the ring. His ring. (Y/N) hoped there would be no misconceptions because she didn’t want to lose him, she didn’t want them to stop seeing each other, but she also didn’t want him to continue to hope, by not looking for someone else, remaining single, thinking that she would change her mind one day. It wasn’t impossible, you should never say never as they said, but she also couldn’t encourage him to wait forever for nothing. For this, Duncan had to realize that she was not the only woman on Earth who could suit him. Perhaps it was a bad idea, but (Y/N) decided to arrange a date with one of her friends without telling him. Mara was a very beautiful woman, very intelligent, very funny. They had the same mood. The same character. Same ideas. Physically, they looked a bit alike. Duncan couldn’t say she wasn’t his type. The plan was evil, she was not really proud of it. Ask Duncan to come out to dinner with her, don’t go, let Mara approach him, pretending that she too had been abandoned and hopefully he would accept her to sit down, they would chat, and Duncan would have fun. Maybe he wouldn’t fall in love with her specifically, but it would be proof that he was able to be happy with another. For several minutes, it was a torture not to answer his messages, where he asked her where she was, completely panicked. Then nothing. Mara let her know that she had arrived and that he had invited her to stay with him. Strangely, (Y/N) was not as satisfied as she thought when she learned that her plan was working. She felt a little… jealous. It was stupid.

           "You don’t like him like that and you want his happiness.“ she said to herself, tapping her forehead. "No jealousy. Poor man, he doesn’t deserve this. Mara is fine. She will not take advantage of him, she will not manipulate him, she knows that he is your friend, that he suffered and that he needs comfort. If they fall in love, you’ll have two loving friends, that’s great ! You should be happy !”

Yet she was not happy, falling asleep with a lump in her stomach, not knowing if she wanted everything to go well between Duncan and Mara, or if she hoped that her friend would tell her that it had been a disaster. The next day, when he went to his house, she found a ridiculous excuse to explain to Duncan why she hadn’t been able to come.

           "I’m so sorry.“ she said, sitting down on the sofa. "I hope you didn’t wait for me.”

           "Oh, I spent the evening with a charming young woman.“

           "Really ?” asked (Y / N) with a forced smile. “And ?”

           "She’s wonderful. I think… I think I like her. Yes, a lot. I think I’m going to ask her to marry me.“

           "Wh… What ?”

Well, she hadn’t seen it coming. That he thought that Mara was charming, okay, since she looked a lot like her, but nothing more. Not so quickly ! Maybe he was a lot more depressed than she thought and her plan hadn’t helped things ! Alone, abandoned in the restaurant, he had wanted to forget her with the first girl who passed. Mara or another. It hurted (Y/N) to think he could replace her so easily.

           "But you just met her !“

           "How do you know that ?” he wondered.

           "I… You said ‘a charming young woman’, that’s not what you say when you’ve known someone for a long time. Duncan, you can’t marry a stranger !“

           "But I feel like I’ve known her forever ! As if I was expecting her. I feel that she’s the one !”

           "Duncan …“ sighed sadly (Y/N) as her phone rang.

A message. From Mara. Totally panicked. But not because Duncan proposed to her, not at all. The evening had been perfect and they had separated after the meal. Under his spell, she hadn’t realized that he had called her by her last name and said goodbye. She hadn’t given him her last name.

           "I think he knows !” said Mara at the end of her message.

He knew. Duncan knew it was a plan for him to fall in love with someone else. This marriage story was just a joke to scare her. To take revenge. It was cruel, but (Y/N) deserved it a bit. He must also have known she knew, since he watched her sigh with a mocking smile, proud that she believed him.

           "Duncan, it’s not funny ! Why ?“

           "And you ? Why did you do this to me ? And why are you not happy ? Yet that is what you wanted, right ? The goal of all this staging was that I fell for this Mara, that I forget you and that you no longer need to worry about me !”

           "Not at all !“ she cried.

           "Really? So why did you lie to me ? You mustn’t have thought that I knew the names of all your friends, who you talk to me about all the time. It may be weird, but I’m listening to you, I I’m interested in what you say ! As soon as she showed up, I knew what was going on, why you weren’t there, why she was coming to talk to me. You thought that by sending a bad doppelganger, my feelings would change from you to her, like with a car or a watch ? Well, you’re wrong ! You could find a woman who is exactly like you, the same, I wouldn’t want her ! Because she wouldn’t be you !”

(Y/N) watched him walk away, turning his back on her to hide his tears. She had hurt him. Again. Yet she knew it was a bad idea, but she didn’t know what else to do so that things would go back to the way they were before, without embarrassment, and they could continue to move forward in life together, but not together. As long as she stayed close to him, it was obvious that his feelings couldn’t totally go away. That was why she had left him for two weeks, so that he had time to think, but it had quickly become clear that it was not working. Besides, she missed him a lot. Beginning to cry like him, she rose to approach, placing her hands on his shoulders and her forehead on his back.

           "Forgive me. I didn’t mean to trick you, but I’m so scared. I’m scared that you will ruin your life because of me. I’m scared that you will refuse to meet someone else. And I’m afraid of meeting someone. I don’t know if it will ever happen, but if it does, I feel like I’m betraying you, making you suffer, and I don’t want that. I don’t know what to do, Duncan. I just want you to be happy.“

Slowly, Duncan turned around, taking her face to wipe away the tears, gently kissing her forehead. He seemed a little less angry. It was the other thing that scared (Y/N) in addition to hurting him, that he would end up hating her. She would not survive it.

           "But I’m happy. Maybe you’re not mine, but you’re still with me. It’s enough. If you meet a man, I will test him. I will verify that he is worthy of you, and if that’s the case, then I’ll stand by your side like an exemplary best friend. I don’t want you to stop yourself from doing things because of me.”

           "And I don’t want you to be alone…“ she sobbed.

           "I can’t say if I will stop loving you. If I will love someone else. Like you don’t know if you’re going to meet someone… or fall in love with me. We don’t know. For now, I love you and you don’t love me. It doesn’t matter. It was already the case before I asked you, so that doesn’t change anything between us.”

Feeling his warm hands on her cheeks was comforting. See his beautiful smile. There was still sadness in his eyes, but (Y/N) knew she couldn’t do anything against it. Just hope it would pass. She pressed herself against him to take him in her arms, he did the same. It would be hard, but their friendship was stronger than anything. Timidly, he put his nose close to her ear.

           "Tell me. Honestly. You were a little jealous that I said I loved Mara.“

           "Duncan…”

           "Honestly !“

           ”… Friends can be jealous too.“

I put too much thought into this edit and I gave them all a backstory.

From left to right we have:

- Baptiste O’Malley - He dies his mate’s hair, smoke lucky strikes and plays the drums. Just broke up with his girlfriend so he doesn’t want anything serious. Damian proved him he was bisexual. Knows too many vine references. One of his relatives named Captain Francis O’Malley fought in the civil war and his family has a portrait of him mounted on the wall.

- Dorian Harrison - Plays the bass and looks up to Andy Biersack a bunch. Came up with the band name. Learned how to do make up by himself and then showed the guys. Owns 3 cats and has no authority over it.

- Frederick Dawson - Got his ears pierced at Claire’s and has a secret tattoo of a lipstick stain on his inner thigh. Plays lead guitar and would rather spend time in the skate park rather than in cemeteries. Can nail a kickflip and a grind like nobody’s business.

Cody Fern on Jessica Lange:

Michael being a millenial for 2 minutes straight.

I choked laughing hard at this. 😂😂😂 (Don’t watch this with headphones, uneven volume.)