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Requests are open
I’d like to give it a try and go back to writing again so feel free to send me requests for: Jax Teller, Thomas Shelby, Aemond Targaryen, Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank ;)
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"HOMEMADE"- Thomas Shelby
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!Reader
Summary: Thomas Shelby finally gathers some courage to visit his girlfriend after he returns from the war.
Warning(s): war's subjects, fluff and language.
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: This take place during the first season and it’s also my first story about Thomas so feedback is really welcome.
[ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE]
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The sounds of explosions and gunshots seemed to follow Thomas everywhere, giving him another reason to don't look back as he made his way through the streets of Small Heath after storming out of the betting shop.
The men were rather loud that day, shouting one over the other until one of them punched the table loud enough to set out the trigger in the Shelby man. A second later, the factory's workman was pressed against the wall with Thomas's sharp peaky cap a thin layer of air away from his touch, only being held back by the firm tone of Polly telling Thomas to stop it.
Thomas stopped on his track as he came to a corner. On one side was The Garrison's shining with warm light and liquor waiting to drown any man's sorrows, just like he has been doing every night after work since he returned to France, and right on the opposite side was the small and dark street that led to a flat he was paying for but never stood his foot.
Back in the war, all Tommy could think about to keep his mind as sane as possible in such an element was the beautiful young woman that now lived in that said flat and still, he did nothing but avoided hr for weeks, taking the pub as her substitute.
Thoughts clouded with the memories of her before the war and the bright smile she offered him, even with tears stained cheeks, at the train station as she saw her man again, Thomas came to a stop when he saw the familiar brick building.
"Fuck it, don't be a coward!" He said to himself, taking a deep breath before gathering every ounce of courage he could find in his body to take a step forward as the voices kept insisting: what if she hates what you did? maybe she doesn't want to be with a man whose hand is so red-painted that the devil himself would welcome him in Hell.
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The woman inside the flat didn't even notice the presence lingering by the threshold as she moved graciously in the small kitchen, singing to herself.
"Rue the day that we can't live together. Cut so deep and we keep bleeding forever. Are we so blind? Can't see the road ahead, Traveling to somewhere, we'd be better off dead" You were far away from a great singer, barely managing to be on tune but your voice never ceased to make Thomas's heart beat a tad too faster, spreading a warmness on his body that not even the sun in a tropical island could compare in comfort.
Slowly, a smile streched itself onto his so often hard lips as he watched you chopping the ingredients, almost letting out a chuckle when he sees the small apron wrapped aroud you - the very same you saw on the store's shawcase years ago, pulling Thomas to point at the piece of clothing and saying that one day, you'd be wearing some like that on your own house. It was like one of the many scenarios Thomas pictured in his head while he was in the tunnels surrounded by nothing but darkness.
"What are ya doin' eh?" He said before the guilt could creep its way inside him for not even putting on an effort to be with you when there you were in the flat you were supposed to live together, preparing dinner with the blue flowery damn apron. Alone.
"Shit!" you whispered under your breath, heart beating faster as you grabbed the knife from the floor, closing your eyes for a second before you turned around at Tommy with a smile "Surviving a heart attack apparently"
You arched your brows amused and Thomas rolled his eyes at the playful smile on your lips, his own still stamped on his lips as he pushed himself away from the door to take a place by the dinner's chair, taking a cigarette from his jacket. When was the last time he truly smiled before? He couldn't remember. Probably with one of your letters on the very first weeks of battle.
"I'm cooking... for you" the last part was barely audible as you felt his gaze on you, feeling rather foolish for doing this when it was clear that Thomas just wanted to keep some distance between the two of you "It was supposed to be dinner but you're never home so I take it to Pol to leave on your table by lunch."
Cleaning your hands on the cloth, you took a deep breath as you started to wonder why tonight of all nights Tommy would appear out of nowhere. Maybe he was there to break things off.
"Why are you here, Tommy?" You tried to hide it but Thomas could always read you like a book and the look of worry stamped on your eyes was like a punch to his guts. His mind insisted on telling the man that you were afraid of him after you heard all the gossip about what became of the war's men.
Twisting the cloth in your hands, just like Thomas' silence was doing to your heart, you bit your lip and looked out the window, feeling the familiar burn of tears wishing to be freed.
"Just fuckin' do it already, Tommy" He furrowed his brows at the exasperation in your voice, holding the cigarette midway through his lips.
"Do what, Y/N?"
"End things. You barelly talked to me since you came back. I knew it'd be hard but hell, you barely glanced my way but I always see you around that blonde barmaid" You wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, looking back at Thomas with red eyes, remembering the times you went to the Garrison to take Tommy home after Pol asked you to, only to find the blonde woman over your boyfriend "Just, please, have mercy on me and end this for once if you don't love me anymore"
It was few the things that could take Thomas Shelby off of guard lately but the words that left your lips felt like you've knocked the chair out of him. Not even for a second, it had crossed his mind that you may doubt his love or worst, think his love towards you was over. The realization was like a hand gripping Thomas’ heart, pressuring it until it wouldn’t beat anymore.
In a second, the cigarette was left on the plate and Thomas was on his feet in front of you, taking off the cloth from your hands to grab them and place them on his chest.
“You think I don’t love you?” He tilted your chin up to look at him as you suddenly found your bare foot to be so interesting, ashamed and scared to look at him and find the truth. What you thought to be, at least.
You nodded.
“Here.” He moved your hands so they were over his chest, it beating faster under your touch as a warm Thomas haven’t felt in a while washed over him. "It beats for you, Y/N. Only you."
He held your face between his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks as he looked deep into your eyes until you stared back at him, arching his brows.
"You're everything to me, you hear me? Everything, love" He waits for you to nod, part of the knot in his chest loosing as you and he sighs, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you in a hug "There was nothing else keeping me alive there but you. It was you who I saw when I managed to sleep and it was you in my thoughts everytime I wanted to give up in the tunnels but... I'm not the same Tommy you loved. I did things tha-"
"You survived. You did what you had to do to come back home to your family" You pulled away enough to look at him, moving your fingers to trace a scar on the side of his head "I know you're a changed man now but I also know my old Tommy is somewhere hidden in there, scared with the things he saw. I'll love them both, all of them. Old and new. You just have to let me in, honey. You were always the tough one, taking care of everybody. Now let me be the one caring for you."
Ever since he stepped foot on the bloodied battlefield, Thomas grew to hate vulnerability and swore that once it was done, and if he make out of it alive, he wouldn't let any man control him again, much less follow someone's command. He'd be his own man. But there was a small part of him, the Tommy that dreamt of working with horses and wasn't cold like ice, that desperately wanted to have it.
"Y/N, it's not pretty in me h-" He tried to argue, not because he didn't want it but simply to don't surrender so easily.
"I wasn't asking for your approval, Thomas. I'm your girlfriend and I don't break my promises. I said I'd be always here for you" Your voice was soft and assuring, leaving no room for arguments as you caressed his cheek with your knuckles "Now take this stubborn arse of yours to the chair before I ruin the food"
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There was a long moment of silence, only the gramophone softly playing songs as you washed the dishes and cleaned the mess it was required to prepare the dimmer, aware of the blue piercing eyes following every movent and you were glad that he couldn't see the heat on your cheeks from where he was sitting with the cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Wife."
"What?" You furrowed your brows, placing the hot tray of pie on the table as you looked at Thomas. You heard it wrong, right?
"Earlier you said you were me girlfriend" He put his hand on top of yours when you took the seat across from him, caressing it with his thumb and you could feel your heart skipping a beat "You are me wife, love. I don't have a diamond ring with me now but I promise you'll have lots of them soon."
You shook your head, smiling as you ignored the tears staining your cheeks again but this time, they were more than welcome.
After the king declared war, you never thought you'd be able to be called such a dear thing by Tom. Even though you tried your best to appear positive, you cried every night on your pillow the further you thought about France, and now look at you: making a meal for your husband.
"Fuck the diamonds, Thomas Shelby. Give me a kiss" You sat on his lap.
"Demanding like a Shelby, eh" He smirked, cupping your cheeks before kissing your lips, pouring every emotion from the last four years before your lungs asked for air, resting your forehead against him.
"Welcome home, soldier" You whispered, placing another kiss on his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him tight as if he could slip away again at any second.
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JJ MAYBANK | TELL HER GOODBYE • scout’s writing challenge
Summary: even the most peaceful moments can turn into a nightmare in Outer Banks.
Warnings: ANGST! toxic relationship, use of weapon, curse, violence, mention of blood and death.
A/N: I was listening to The Night We Met and Murder Song while writing this so.. I’m no doctor so the wounds and everything aren’t accurate, sorry.
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They were blind, fists flying between them as they aimed for anything that could cause pain, that could bleed in each other, just like how you bleed that night. The voices around them were muffled and all the screams couldn't be heard.
The sun was almost rising but none of your friends left the Bonneyard, you'd been walking around for a while in search of your blonde boyfriend.
"Looking for someone, gorgeous?" you felt his arms wrapped around you before you heard his voice, turning around to put your arms on his shoulders, trying your best to don't spill your beer in the process.
After Rafe, you thought your heart would be shattered forever, independent of what you tried but one night after running away from Topper's party with the image of your boyfriend snorting a line of cocaine, breaking himself even more, you stumbled on the blonde pogue on the beach and he was like your guardian angel from that moment on.
After Rafe, you thought your heart would be shattered forever, independent of what you tried but one night after running away from Topper's party with the image of your boyfriend snorting a line of cocaine, breaking himself even more, you stumbled on the blonde pogue on the beach and he was like your guardian angel from that moment on.
JJ never failed to steal a smile or a laugh from you, comforted you when everything became too much for your mind to take in, and protected you when Rafe would come around high in that cursed powder. For JJ you meant just the same. You were his rock, his safe refuge. The only person he'd let around when his guard was down and the first person he'd tell anything that happened in his life, good or bad.
You didn't notice it was first, but your heart was healing piece by piece and the reason had a name and an address. JJ Maybank. That's why you couldn't bring yourself to stay with Rafe anymore, he was broken and it wasn't like you haven't tried to rescue him countless times, you couldn't fall with him anymore. Gathering all your strength you told him you couldn't keep doing this anymore. His screams and tears haunted you for days because despise the things he did, you still cared for him – he wasn't always like that. You and JJ only shared your first kiss when you and Rafe were done and for the first time in a while, you tasted freedom.
"Yeah, I uh, think I lost my hot boyfriend somewhere." you decided to play along, an innocent smile dancing on your lips as you couldn't bring yourself to look away from those beautiful ocean eyes.
"A boyfriend? Damn." he shook his head, pretending to be surprised. "Hope he's not the jealous type, would hate for him to see this."
He lets his hands fall to your waist, bringing you closer until your lips connected in a kiss. It's all sweet and slow at first, enjoying every second of the butterflies flying in each other bellies as if you could tell each other 'I love you'.
The next second you were pulled apart by someone tugging JJ by his shoulders. You were still trying to recover from the sudden movement when you saw who it was, your heart skipping a few beats as you knew what was about to happen.
Rafe Cameron.
Before you could bring yourself to say something, ask him to go away, he was already giving the both of you a humourless laugh and screaming at JJ.
"I should've known you were behind that shit!" he pushed the blonde, who already had his hands bailed in fits, ready to punch the kook if he stepped closer.
Everything happened too fast and before your brain could process and try to pull one of them apart, they were already throwing punches and rolling on the ground, fighting for the upper hand. The people around you did nothing to help as they screamed, in excitement, cheering for one of them.
What the fuck was their problem?
All the air escaped your lungs when you saw the silver object Rafe managed to get from his back. He had a gun. The word screamed in your head as you watched JJ fighting for it, trying to take it from Rafe's grip and aim it away from him. You could feel your lips moving but your screams never reached your ear.
You didn't notice you were walking toward them until the buzz in your ear lowered and you heard one of your friends screaming for you.
"What are you doing?!" it was a male voice but who? Pope? John B? You couldn't tell. "Fuck, Y/N! Come back in here!"
Your name was enough to make JJ look for you in the crowd and to his surprise, it wasn't hard. You were close. Too close.
John B pushed people out of the way to try to reach you, bring you to a safe distance from what they were doing as Pope held a desperate crying Kie in his arms.
Rafe saw JJ's distractions as an opportunity. He was blind with anger, high in adrenaline and probably cocaine, not minding to see what had taken the blonde's attention from the fight because right now, he didn't care. Rafe had his gun aimed at the pogue he hated so much, the one who brainwashed and stole his girl.
This time you could hear your voice begging Rafe to stop, running towards them as John B's hand grasped yours, one second earlier and he could have pulled you.
The sound of your voice made Rafe snap out of his trance and just like JJ turn in your direction, eyes wide as he stared at you but it wasn't before the metallic click filled the air.
Everything seemed to stop as you could feel the air weighing around you.
JJ pushed himself from under Rafe and ran to you, the other boy didn't try to stand up as his eyes didn't leave you. Panic and regret writing all over his features.
What was happening?
You looked around and the place was empty, your friends staring at you with horror and you frowned. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong but you couldn't push the air to your lungs to speak. You couldn't breathe. Why you couldn't breathe?
You tried again and again to push the air, your vision getting blurred with each passing second as everything started to hurt and your legs couldn't stand your body anymore. An excruciating pain irradiating from your stomach to your whole body.
JJ was already kneeling by your side, laying your head on his lap as his eyes roamed all your body until he notice the blood starting to soak your dress and that's when the tears started streaming down his face. His hand were quick and found itself pressing against the area in your stomach. He looked around, screaming for someone to get help.
How could he know where it hurts?
And then it clicked you. The silver gun, people running away, Rafe not moving a muscle. The look your family gave you.
He shot you.
Rafe shot you.
"I got you. It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay." he pulled a few strands of hair away from your face, caressing the top of your head as you stared at him.
You were gonna be okay, you had to. He couldn't lose you.
"Burns" was all you managed to get out of your lips after trying to mimic JJ's breath.
But you couldn't believe him. Not when he seemed so scared and your body hurts like hell.
Not when you could feel the life draining out of you.
John B was standing at the same spot he tried to reach for you, watching the scene of his two friends on the floor until he remembered who did that. His eyes found Rafe sitting on the sand, hands pulling his hair back as he stared at you with bloodshot eyes.
And he charged for Rafe. His fist colliding agaisn't the kook's face punch after punch without mercy and to his surprise, Rafe didn't fight back.
Pope came back running to warn that help was on the way and end up having to separate John B from a bloodied Rafe Cameron.
"Y/N doesn't need this right now, man!" He screamed, holding John B's shoulder to make him wake up. "Help JJ press her wound while the ambulance is on the way, okay?"
John B nodded and took a deep breath, knowing that if he went there crying too you'd lose it. He wiped the tears before he kneeled on your side, opposite JJ. He took the bandana from his neck, nodding at JJ to let go for a second before pressing it against your wound.
The corner of your vision was black and you couldn’t even notice John B approaching you, only JJ staring with wide blue eyes at someone, nor feel the extra pressure on your stomach. You couldn’t feel anything above your waist actually, only the tingling creeping into every part of your body.
“How long until they arrive, Pope?!” JJ shouted when Pope came back to help, eyes glancing at his lover laying on the ground.
“The ambulance is on Figure 8, they’re going to take at least.. 10 minutes.” Pope quickly got rid of his button shirt, noticing the other flannel was already tinted with the red of your blood. That wasn’t good.
You were growing pale and colder by each minute, your head feeling heavy as you fight your eyes to stay open, just as JJ keep repeating to you.
You weren’t stupid. Never in your life, you’ve felt such pain and emptiness like this. This was the end and you knew it.
And if you were going to go, you wanted him to know that you loved him. Loved him with all your heart.
“I.. love you... know that?” you forced a smile to your lips, hands raising to touch his tear-stained cheeks as he shook his head.
“I love you too, princess.” he forced a smile to his lips, and in a careless thought he caressed your face with bloodied fingers.
JJ wanted the colour back on your face and the light in your eyes that he loved so much. He wanted life back in you. To see that beautiful smile on your tinted lips. And in desperation, he found himself praying for a God he wasn’t sure even existed but if He did, then God had to save his girl.
He couldn’t lose her.
It was selfish of him to beg you to hold on as he couldn’t even imagine the pain you were going to but JJ needed you. In such a short amount of time, you had brought a ray of good and happiness to his life that he once thought was possible.
Your eyes didn’t seem to be by your side as they were getting heavier and heavier, almost impossible to keep them open and JJ noticed that. He notice when a blink took away too long and his heart almost stopped.
“No. Don’t do that to me” his voice was stern and fuck, he was mad at you. Mad at himself for bringing you to the boneyard, for not leaving earlier.
One different move and the shot would be on him.
One different decision and he could have saved your life.
And as if you could read his thought, your beautiful y/e/c opened, having a hard time focusing on an almost blurred JJ, but you did it.
If this was your last moment, you wanted to go with the image of JJ Maybank carved in your mind.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Jay” it was rough to speak and it alone made you cough, the action only scratching your throat as you could feel the bitter taste of blood.
Pope and John B looked away at the sign of the red liquid dripping from your lips, unable to keep their eyes on the scene for a second longer as they couldn’t hold back his tear anymore. Their best friend was dying and there was nothing they could do. Didn’t matter how they were so focused on pressing the wound... you were slipping away right under their fingers.
John B wanted to beat himself for not being fast enough. He could have pulled you away. He should have protected you, just like you protected him when the cops were coming after him.
But he failed you.
“No. No. No” JJ wiped the blood from your face. “It’s alright. Shit! You’re okay, Y/n.”
No, you weren’t.
With no warning your eyes blinked heavily again and JJ kept looking at your face as he waited for them to open but it was taking to look.
He called your name over and over again but they wouldn’t open.
“Don’t you fucking do this to me, Y/N!” he shouted, shaking your body to get any reaction but it was hung. “Princess... Don’t... Don’t do this, please.”
JJ let his head fall to your chest and the sobs couldn’t be held back when there was no sound of your heart beating, of that sound that never failed to lool him to sleep.
“Come back to me... Come back to me, please!”
The high-pitched sound could be heard before the red lights were seen and the boys couldn’t decide if they were somehow relieved. They had a chance to get you back or were mad because, maybe, they arrived too late.
Rafe walked away when the ambulance arrived, with no direction to go as his mind was a mess. The scene repeats itself in his mind over and over. All the blood. He did that. As he watched his hand, seeing the blood on them even though the tears were the only thing that stained them.
Rafe Cameron killed the only good thing in his life.
“You have to step away, sir.” the paramedic asked again, putting a hand on JJ’s arm to try to get him to pull away from your body and JJ did getting inside the ambulance before they could even notice.
The time seems to almost stop when they good you inside the emergency room, doctors walking back and forth but none could answer his question.
Did you make it? Will you come back to him?
The other pogues were waiting, John B had JJ wrapped in a hug as he tried to get him to stop crying but John B couldn’t even stop his own tears and Pope stayed back at home with Kie to try to calm her down while they waited for any news.
They couldn’t tell how long had passed before the doctor walked to the waiting room, asking for Y/N’s family as your parents got up and JJ freed himself from his friend’s arm, keeping a distance between himself and your parents.
“I’m sorry but she didn’t make it.”
JJ step back and John B our an arm around him as if he sensed his friend was about to fall, not even listening to the man in white anymore.
“Her pulse was gone when the paramedics arrived and they brought her back... The cirurgy was a lot for her as the shot caused her to lost too much blood.”
JJ could hear the sobs of your mother as your father tried to hold back his own, wrapping the woman in a hug. He looks down at his clothes and hands, your blood still on them.
You were going and so was a part of him.
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normatural · 4 months
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can someone recommend me good rafe cameron multi chapters (or not) stories, please?
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normatural · 10 months
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"HOMEMADE"- Thomas Shelby
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!Reader
Summary: Thomas Shelby finally gathers some courage to visit his girlfriend after he returns from the war.
Warning(s): war's subjects, fluff and language.
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: This take place during the first season and it’s also my first story about Thomas so feedback is really welcome.
[ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE]
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The sounds of explosions and gunshots seemed to follow Thomas everywhere, giving him another reason to don't look back as he made his way through the streets of Small Heath after storming out of the betting shop.
The men were rather loud that day, shouting one over the other until one of them punched the table loud enough to set out the trigger in the Shelby man. A second later, the factory's workman was pressed against the wall with Thomas's sharp peaky cap a thin layer of air away from his touch, only being held back by the firm tone of Polly telling Thomas to stop it.
Thomas stopped on his track as he came to a corner. On one side was The Garrison's shining with warm light and liquor waiting to drown any man's sorrows, just like he has been doing every night after work since he returned to France, and right on the opposite side was the small and dark street that led to a flat he was paying for but never stood his foot.
Back in the war, all Tommy could think about to keep his mind as sane as possible in such an element was the beautiful young woman that now lived in that said flat and still, he did nothing but avoided hr for weeks, taking the pub as her substitute.
Thoughts clouded with the memories of her before the war and the bright smile she offered him, even with tears stained cheeks, at the train station as she saw her man again, Thomas came to a stop when he saw the familiar brick building.
"Fuck it, don't be a coward!" He said to himself, taking a deep breath before gathering every ounce of courage he could find in his body to take a step forward as the voices kept insisting: what if she hates what you did? maybe she doesn't want to be with a man whose hand is so red-painted that the devil himself would welcome him in Hell.
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The woman inside the flat didn't even notice the presence lingering by the threshold as she moved graciously in the small kitchen, singing to herself.
"Rue the day that we can't live together. Cut so deep and we keep bleeding forever. Are we so blind? Can't see the road ahead, Traveling to somewhere, we'd be better off dead" You were far away from a great singer, barely managing to be on tune but your voice never ceased to make Thomas's heart beat a tad too faster, spreading a warmness on his body that not even the sun in a tropical island could compare in comfort.
Slowly, a smile streched itself onto his so often hard lips as he watched you chopping the ingredients, almost letting out a chuckle when he sees the small apron wrapped aroud you - the very same you saw on the store's shawcase years ago, pulling Thomas to point at the piece of clothing and saying that one day, you'd be wearing some like that on your own house. It was like one of the many scenarios Thomas pictured in his head while he was in the tunnels surrounded by nothing but darkness.
"What are ya doin' eh?" He said before the guilt could creep its way inside him for not even putting on an effort to be with you when there you were in the flat you were supposed to live together, preparing dinner with the blue flowery damn apron. Alone.
"Shit!" you whispered under your breath, heart beating faster as you grabbed the knife from the floor, closing your eyes for a second before you turned around at Tommy with a smile "Surviving a heart attack apparently"
You arched your brows amused and Thomas rolled his eyes at the playful smile on your lips, his own still stamped on his lips as he pushed himself away from the door to take a place by the dinner's chair, taking a cigarette from his jacket. When was the last time he truly smiled before? He couldn't remember. Probably with one of your letters on the very first weeks of battle.
"I'm cooking... for you" the last part was barely audible as you felt his gaze on you, feeling rather foolish for doing this when it was clear that Thomas just wanted to keep some distance between the two of you "It was supposed to be dinner but you're never home so I take it to Pol to leave on your table by lunch."
Cleaning your hands on the cloth, you took a deep breath as you started to wonder why tonight of all nights Tommy would appear out of nowhere. Maybe he was there to break things off.
"Why are you here, Tommy?" You tried to hide it but Thomas could always read you like a book and the look of worry stamped on your eyes was like a punch to his guts. His mind insisted on telling the man that you were afraid of him after you heard all the gossip about what became of the war's men.
Twisting the cloth in your hands, just like Thomas' silence was doing to your heart, you bit your lip and looked out the window, feeling the familiar burn of tears wishing to be freed.
"Just fuckin' do it already, Tommy" He furrowed his brows at the exasperation in your voice, holding the cigarette midway through his lips.
"Do what, Y/N?"
"End things. You barelly talked to me since you came back. I knew it'd be hard but hell, you barely glanced my way but I always see you around that blonde barmaid" You wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, looking back at Thomas with red eyes, remembering the times you went to the Garrison to take Tommy home after Pol asked you to, only to find the blonde woman over your boyfriend "Just, please, have mercy on me and end this for once if you don't love me anymore"
It was few the things that could take Thomas Shelby off of guard lately but the words that left your lips felt like you've knocked the chair out of him. Not even for a second, it had crossed his mind that you may doubt his love or worst, think his love towards you was over. The realization was like a hand gripping Thomas’ heart, pressuring it until it wouldn’t beat anymore.
In a second, the cigarette was left on the plate and Thomas was on his feet in front of you, taking off the cloth from your hands to grab them and place them on his chest.
“You think I don’t love you?” He tilted your chin up to look at him as you suddenly found your bare foot to be so interesting, ashamed and scared to look at him and find the truth. What you thought to be, at least.
You nodded.
“Here.” He moved your hands so they were over his chest, it beating faster under your touch as a warm Thomas haven’t felt in a while washed over him. "It beats for you, Y/N. Only you."
He held your face between his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks as he looked deep into your eyes until you stared back at him, arching his brows.
"You're everything to me, you hear me? Everything, love" He waits for you to nod, part of the knot in his chest loosing as you and he sighs, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you in a hug "There was nothing else keeping me alive there but you. It was you who I saw when I managed to sleep and it was you in my thoughts everytime I wanted to give up in the tunnels but... I'm not the same Tommy you loved. I did things tha-"
"You survived. You did what you had to do to come back home to your family" You pulled away enough to look at him, moving your fingers to trace a scar on the side of his head "I know you're a changed man now but I also know my old Tommy is somewhere hidden in there, scared with the things he saw. I'll love them both, all of them. Old and new. You just have to let me in, honey. You were always the tough one, taking care of everybody. Now let me be the one caring for you."
Ever since he stepped foot on the bloodied battlefield, Thomas grew to hate vulnerability and swore that once it was done, and if he make out of it alive, he wouldn't let any man control him again, much less follow someone's command. He'd be his own man. But there was a small part of him, the Tommy that dreamt of working with horses and wasn't cold like ice, that desperately wanted to have it.
"Y/N, it's not pretty in me h-" He tried to argue, not because he didn't want it but simply to don't surrender so easily.
"I wasn't asking for your approval, Thomas. I'm your girlfriend and I don't break my promises. I said I'd be always here for you" Your voice was soft and assuring, leaving no room for arguments as you caressed his cheek with your knuckles "Now take this stubborn arse of yours to the chair before I ruin the food"
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There was a long moment of silence, only the gramophone softly playing songs as you washed the dishes and cleaned the mess it was required to prepare the dimmer, aware of the blue piercing eyes following every movent and you were glad that he couldn't see the heat on your cheeks from where he was sitting with the cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Wife."
"What?" You furrowed your brows, placing the hot tray of pie on the table as you looked at Thomas. You heard it wrong, right?
"Earlier you said you were me girlfriend" He put his hand on top of yours when you took the seat across from him, caressing it with his thumb and you could feel your heart skipping a beat "You are me wife, love. I don't have a diamond ring with me now but I promise you'll have lots of them soon."
You shook your head, smiling as you ignored the tears staining your cheeks again but this time, they were more than welcome.
After the king declared war, you never thought you'd be able to be called such a dear thing by Tom. Even though you tried your best to appear positive, you cried every night on your pillow the further you thought about France, and now look at you: making a meal for your husband.
"Fuck the diamonds, Thomas Shelby. Give me a kiss" You sat on his lap.
"Demanding like a Shelby, eh" He smirked, cupping your cheeks before kissing your lips, pouring every emotion from the last four years before your lungs asked for air, resting your forehead against him.
"Welcome home, soldier" You whispered, placing another kiss on his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him tight as if he could slip away again at any second.
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"FUCK IT, I LOVE YOU" - Thomas Shelby
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!Reader
Summary: During one of Thomas's breaks from the war, he finds himself amazed by a woman in a popular bar in the heart of France.
Warning(s): angst but otherwise no warnings. This takes place before season one. The photo isn't related to the reader's colour/body type - I do not describe such a thing in this story.
Word count: 1.7k
A/N: I’m not sure if this should be a single part story or if I should write a part two. It may be a little off canon tho…
[ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE]
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The room erupted in cheers and you smiled, taking another drag of the cigarette as the casual conversation filled the place once more, waiting for the last song of the night. It was rather busy in the bar and from what you have heard earlier in the streets, it was due to a group of soldiers passing by the city.
A kiss goodnight is alright
A kiss goodnight is alright
But remember this
A kiss goodnight leads to another kiss
A kiss goodnight with a hug real tight
Is nothing short of a bliss
The words dripped from your lips like honey, sweetening the ears of those who watched you, bewitched by your grace. An angelic voice owned by a body that seemed like sin itself, the red lipstick and tight glittering dress adorning your curves only seemed to put them in a greater trance.
Thomas excused his way through the crowd of people standing, finding an empty seat by the bar counter as if it was reserved just for him. The bartender poured the Scottish whiskey into the glass, sliding it to the newcomer customer as he saw the olive uniform.
Little mister cupid never could be quite so stupid
As to do a turn about face
So it just ain’t right to kiss goodnight
And stop at 3 or 4
‘Cause a kiss goodnight leads to a dozen or more
All the oxygen seemed to have left his lungs when you sang, the glass stopping before it could reach his plump and now dried lips. The spotlight illuminated your figure, making every inch of skin shine like liquid gold, and the whole world stopped for Thomas.
Every verse lighted up a flame inside your chest, warming up your heart with a love you’ve never felt – the kind of love that was beyond passion, that leaves you aching for more. You were lost in your romantic fantasy, body moving with the melody and you eventually opened your eyes.
Your gaze automatically went to the back of the room. It worked as your safe space every time you were bringing yourself to reality before you faced the crowd, just like when you take a deep breath before diving in the sea. As a force of destiny, your gaze stopped somewhere between it, meeting a pair of eyes that hold such amount of tenderness and intensity, that almost made your knees give in while your heart seemed to want to beat for two people and not only yourself with such a speed.
If you like me like I like you
Don’t stand there at the door knock knock
A kiss goodnight and hug real tight
And we’ll run into a dozen more
The room felt lighter like the ocean’s breeze in summer. Every word that left your lips seemed to be meant for the stranger that somehow reminded you of home and maybe he was. You have read about this type of romance before in novels when you were younger. All that was needed was a glance and they’d be forever marked by each other.
Thomas didn’t notice Freddie occupying the stool next to him nor listened when the man had mentioned their next mission for the night was to leave with a woman hooked on their arms. He was too busy unable to tear his gaze away from yours as if the silent connection pulling the both of you was stronger than the great walls of China and he couldn’t find strength in himself to do so. For a moment, Thomas felt like a religious man again, convinced that if you weren’t Persephone herself you were an agreement between heaven and hell.
Like magic, applause and whistles brought you back to earth. A genuine and enchanting smile adorning the blessed features of your face as you could feel your cheeks burning, looking away from the man.
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“Y/N?” Pierre opened the door enough so he could put his head inside and you couldn’t ignore the knowing smile stamped on him “There’s someone who’d link to talk to you” He watched you from the mirror as you started to take your earring off, only to quickly put the golden and sparkly jewellery back.
Pierre nodded at the man on the hall, sending you a smirk and a thumbs up before he left, and you held back the urge to roll your eyes.
It wasn’t unusual to have people, mostly men, wanting to visit you after your performances. Some of them simply wished to talk, give your a gift and others well... they wished too much.
“You have a beautiful voice.” his thoughts were blurry and the words simply jumped from his mouth as he stepped inside the dressing room, making Thomas feel like a teenager trying to talk with his crush again.
You have a beautiful voice? Really? Thomas cursed under his breath, making you giggle
Oh, what a lovely sound.
“Thank you, soldier.”
The man frowned and then look down, noticing his clothes. He got ready hours ago, how could he forget what he was wearing? How could he forget the war he was facing for months now?
“Please, call me Thomas” he extended his hand to you, waiting for you to grab it and you did. The softness of your palm sent a shiver down his spine and he shot his eyes at yours, hoping to know if you have felt the same thing or if he was finally going crazy. And oh, you did. His warm rough hand spread a wave of warmth through your whole body, a feeling you could only compare to lighting up a fire on a very cold winter day.
He brought your smaller hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You tried to don’t think about his soft lips, a shouting contrast from the hands, and the feeling it had on your skin or the way his eyes fixed on yours. You smiled, introducing yourself as if you haven’t imagined what that pair of pink lips would feel like on different parts of your body.
“How can I help you, sir?” You needed to advert yourself from those thoughts. Doesn’t matter how many different books you read, you knew how this would end. It’d always end up the same way.
“I-uh…” he cleared his throat, red hot shame spreading through his chest for losing his nerves over a woman when he was on a break from the devil’s pawns of war. “I was hoping you could save me a dance, miss.”
You bite your lip, trying to contain a smile from forming on your beautiful red-tinted lips. The most subtle shade of pink on his cheeks was enough to make your heart flutter. So a man could get flustered, after all? Not only brave and handsome but adorable too? Oh, you were in for so much trouble.
His eyes shifted between your eyes and mouth, slowly getting closer and closer to you. Then you noticed what was about to happen. Gathering all your strength, you took a step back, earning a confused look.
It’s not that you didn’t want to kiss him, because every cell of your body seemed attracted like a magnet to him. But you knew that once you were connected, this couldn’t be forgotten. The feeling of soft lips on yours, the sensation of his warm breath hitting your cheeks.. and you wouldn’t be able to move on.
“Well, sir. The second-best music starts now, c’mon.” You grabbed his hand on yours as you heard the instruments of Pierre’s band starting, still amazed with their songs even after months sharing the same stage night after night, and city after city.
You didn’t bother to talk your way through the crowd, pushing them aside and lowering under arms to get to the very middle of the floor as you dragged the man behind you. There was barely fun having to dance at the corners of the room, the acoustic was always bad and it was reserved for those who wanted to be lonely, and you wished to feel the very opposite.
Your arms rested around his shoulders as you moved from one side to the other within the music. Everything fitted so perfectly: your head on his broad shoulders, his hands on your waist as if you were tailored specially for each other.
You were like puzzles and yet weren’t made to be together.
Their minds and bodies might never know each other, but their souls did. Oh, how they did. And they were relaxed because they knew that it was meant to be. Their souls would meet despite the time because they were made to be together whenever and wherever they met, life after life. For eternity. Perhaps not the way they wished to be but their path would be crossed.
Eventually, the night came to an end, the lights started to turn off and you made your way outside, hands intertwined as you giggled about one of his lame jokes. Jokes Thomas didn’t know that still occupied a space in his mind at this point and yet, he found them again as if they were never gone.
“Come back for me, Sergeant.” you turned to him once you reach your bedroom door in the hotel, your arms finding his neck.
Sergeant. Thomas hated this word with such a strength that it was impossible to describe it with words but somehow the way you said it, the way it sounded in your voice almost washed away the disgusted that always came whenever he heard it.
“For you? Anything, love.” Thomas smiled, a brightness dancing in his eyes as his thumb caressed your cheek softly.
It was a hollow promise or so you thought. Flirtatious for a night. He was a soldier meant to die in the war and you were a singer on the road, the possibilities to meet again in this big world were basically a big and round zero but you could dream for a night. Pretend life was easy, happy and simple.
You sighed, knowing that you’d have to say goodbye very soon for your liking when all you wished was to invite him inside, open a good bottle of wine and talk by the window until the conversation turned into something more, but you had to be strong.
On your tiptoes and hands resting on his large shoulders, you lifted yourself to leave a kiss on his clean shaved cheek. Your lips lingered on his skin without a hurry as the words were left invisible lingering in the air.
“Good night, my soldier.”
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I will never grow tired of saying how much I love this series
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“Dad Will” Masterlist
A/N: I'm slowly but surely clearing out my WIP. This is also helping me get back into some sort of creative flow. I'm so grateful for all the positive feedback I've been getting regarding this series and all these snippets into this family's life. Thank you so much for all the love!
Rating: G
Word Count: 848
Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F!reader
Plot: Lucy throws a bit of a fit when she doesn't get what she wants.
Contains: banter, humor, cranky baby, breast feeding
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"Ow! Lucy, what are you doing?" Will asks his toddler daughter who is yanking on his beard.
What started as father and daughter having a low key afternoon watching cartoons while she's sitting in his lap and mindlessly rubbing his beard with her small hands suddenly turned into her being fussy and agitated. Those tiny fingers can really get a good grip on his short hairs. Lucy proceeds to pull on it again, bringing his face closer to hers.
"Ow, stop! What is it?" Will follows her lead, mostly to prevent her from causing any more pain.
Lucy babbles as she continues to tug on her father's beard.
"W-what do you want?" Will asks.
She whines and pulls on his beard again. Will then rubs his face against hers and peppers kisses all over her face, but she whines, pushing his face away from hers. Trying to communicate to her father, she sputters and spits as she "talks" to him again. She grabs two little handfuls of hair on his face again, pulling it towards her.
"Ow! Lucy, stop!"
For a toddler, her fine motor skills and strength are pretty strong. He tries to remove her hands from his face.
"I don't know what you want. You want my beard?"
Lucy makes a noise that sounds like a confirmation while reaching for his beard, but starts screaming incoherently when his beard won't come off his face.
"Okay, I think it's naptime for you," Will tells her. "You're getting cranky."
Lucy shrieks and slides out of his grip as Will tries to scoop her up to bring her to her room, but she kicks and fights to get out of his arms.
"My child..." Will sighs deeply, watching her as she squirms and flails her limbs while laying on the couch, wailing so tragically.
"What's going on?" you ask as you walk into the living room.
"She's throwing a fit because I won't give her my beard," Will answers.
You only respond with the most confused look on your face.
"My beard won't come off my face. That's what it seems like she wants. She keeps pulling on it, and throws a tantrum when she can't pull it off of me."
"My silly girl," you laugh.
"I'd like to see you laugh when she yanks on your hair," Will throws back while scrubbing his face to soothe it.
"Oh, trust me, I know how that feels. Isn't that right, Little Miss Grabby Hands?" you coo as you effortlessly scoop Lucy up into your arms. "I think you need a nap."
"How the..." Will vaguely gestures his hands at you.  "She was fighting me when I tried to pick her up."
"Maybe she just wanted her mommy, isn't that right, sweetheart?" you coo at her again while gently caressing the top of her head.
Lucy is still crying and sniffling while laying her head on your chest but she's more calm, especially when her attention is now focused on your shirt. She starts pawing at it, reaching in trying to access your breasts.
"Okay, let's feed you and put you down for a nap," you tell her while rocking her.
"Is it feeding time already?" Will asks.
"It’s a little early but it's fine. She's hungry now it seems."
You sit next to Will on the couch and get Lucy in a comfortable position, cradling her head in the crook of your elbow while lifting your shirt. She's already grabbing at your bra and reaching with an open mouth before you can expose your nipple to her. She immediately latches on as soon as she sees your nipple. She coos and gurgles as the warm milk fills her belly.
"She was just hangry," Will points out.
As he watches Lucy feed, they make eye contact.  He playfully narrows his eyes at her, pointing two fingers at them, then turning them to her. She just continues to nurse while looking at Will dead in the eyes, unaffected by his silent threat.
"Will," you chuckle and roll your eyes. "Are you seriously competing with your own daughter - a baby, right now?"
"Nah," he replies, scrunching his nose.
"Maybe just competing with you," he laughs. "I see your game, Luce. You love daddy until it comes to feeding time. I see how it is."
"You're so silly." You roll your eyes again.
When Lucy is done, you hand her over to Will and clean yourself up.
"Oh, sure. I get burping duty."
"She falls asleep quicker when you're holding her. You know that."
"Yeah, when she doesn't throw it all up."
As if on cue, Lucy lets out a guttural burp right into Will's ear.
"That's not very lady-like," Will tells Lucy and then a giggle escapes from her.
Her fingers begin feeling around his face as her head rests on his broad shoulder. He gently rocks her and she finds the comfort she's been searching for. This time, no grabbing or tugging. Just her stubby little fingers rubbing his beard. He continues to lull her until her hand slips from his face.
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JJ MAYBANK | TELL HER GOODBYE • scout’s writing challenge
Summary: even the most peaceful moments can turn into a nightmare in Outer Banks.
Warnings: ANGST! toxic relationship, use of weapon, curse, violence, mention of blood and death.
A/N: I was listening to The Night We Met and Murder Song while writing this so.. I’m no doctor so the wounds and everything aren’t accurate, sorry.
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They were blind, fists flying between them as they aimed for anything that could cause pain, that could bleed in each other, just like how you bleed that night. The voices around them were muffled and all the screams couldn't be heard.
The sun was almost rising but none of your friends left the Bonneyard, you'd been walking around for a while in search of your blonde boyfriend.
"Looking for someone, gorgeous?" you felt his arms wrapped around you before you heard his voice, turning around to put your arms on his shoulders, trying your best to don't spill your beer in the process.
After Rafe, you thought your heart would be shattered forever, independent of what you tried but one night after running away from Topper's party with the image of your boyfriend snorting a line of cocaine, breaking himself even more, you stumbled on the blonde pogue on the beach and he was like your guardian angel from that moment on.
After Rafe, you thought your heart would be shattered forever, independent of what you tried but one night after running away from Topper's party with the image of your boyfriend snorting a line of cocaine, breaking himself even more, you stumbled on the blonde pogue on the beach and he was like your guardian angel from that moment on.
JJ never failed to steal a smile or a laugh from you, comforted you when everything became too much for your mind to take in, and protected you when Rafe would come around high in that cursed powder. For JJ you meant just the same. You were his rock, his safe refuge. The only person he'd let around when his guard was down and the first person he'd tell anything that happened in his life, good or bad.
You didn't notice it was first, but your heart was healing piece by piece and the reason had a name and an address. JJ Maybank. That's why you couldn't bring yourself to stay with Rafe anymore, he was broken and it wasn't like you haven't tried to rescue him countless times, you couldn't fall with him anymore. Gathering all your strength you told him you couldn't keep doing this anymore. His screams and tears haunted you for days because despise the things he did, you still cared for him – he wasn't always like that. You and JJ only shared your first kiss when you and Rafe were done and for the first time in a while, you tasted freedom.
"Yeah, I uh, think I lost my hot boyfriend somewhere." you decided to play along, an innocent smile dancing on your lips as you couldn't bring yourself to look away from those beautiful ocean eyes.
"A boyfriend? Damn." he shook his head, pretending to be surprised. "Hope he's not the jealous type, would hate for him to see this."
He lets his hands fall to your waist, bringing you closer until your lips connected in a kiss. It's all sweet and slow at first, enjoying every second of the butterflies flying in each other bellies as if you could tell each other 'I love you'.
The next second you were pulled apart by someone tugging JJ by his shoulders. You were still trying to recover from the sudden movement when you saw who it was, your heart skipping a few beats as you knew what was about to happen.
Rafe Cameron.
Before you could bring yourself to say something, ask him to go away, he was already giving the both of you a humourless laugh and screaming at JJ.
"I should've known you were behind that shit!" he pushed the blonde, who already had his hands bailed in fits, ready to punch the kook if he stepped closer.
Everything happened too fast and before your brain could process and try to pull one of them apart, they were already throwing punches and rolling on the ground, fighting for the upper hand. The people around you did nothing to help as they screamed, in excitement, cheering for one of them.
What the fuck was their problem?
All the air escaped your lungs when you saw the silver object Rafe managed to get from his back. He had a gun. The word screamed in your head as you watched JJ fighting for it, trying to take it from Rafe's grip and aim it away from him. You could feel your lips moving but your screams never reached your ear.
You didn't notice you were walking toward them until the buzz in your ear lowered and you heard one of your friends screaming for you.
"What are you doing?!" it was a male voice but who? Pope? John B? You couldn't tell. "Fuck, Y/N! Come back in here!"
Your name was enough to make JJ look for you in the crowd and to his surprise, it wasn't hard. You were close. Too close.
John B pushed people out of the way to try to reach you, bring you to a safe distance from what they were doing as Pope held a desperate crying Kie in his arms.
Rafe saw JJ's distractions as an opportunity. He was blind with anger, high in adrenaline and probably cocaine, not minding to see what had taken the blonde's attention from the fight because right now, he didn't care. Rafe had his gun aimed at the pogue he hated so much, the one who brainwashed and stole his girl.
This time you could hear your voice begging Rafe to stop, running towards them as John B's hand grasped yours, one second earlier and he could have pulled you.
The sound of your voice made Rafe snap out of his trance and just like JJ turn in your direction, eyes wide as he stared at you but it wasn't before the metallic click filled the air.
Everything seemed to stop as you could feel the air weighing around you.
JJ pushed himself from under Rafe and ran to you, the other boy didn't try to stand up as his eyes didn't leave you. Panic and regret writing all over his features.
What was happening?
You looked around and the place was empty, your friends staring at you with horror and you frowned. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong but you couldn't push the air to your lungs to speak. You couldn't breathe. Why you couldn't breathe?
You tried again and again to push the air, your vision getting blurred with each passing second as everything started to hurt and your legs couldn't stand your body anymore. An excruciating pain irradiating from your stomach to your whole body.
JJ was already kneeling by your side, laying your head on his lap as his eyes roamed all your body until he notice the blood starting to soak your dress and that's when the tears started streaming down his face. His hand were quick and found itself pressing against the area in your stomach. He looked around, screaming for someone to get help.
How could he know where it hurts?
And then it clicked you. The silver gun, people running away, Rafe not moving a muscle. The look your family gave you.
He shot you.
Rafe shot you.
"I got you. It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay." he pulled a few strands of hair away from your face, caressing the top of your head as you stared at him.
You were gonna be okay, you had to. He couldn't lose you.
"Burns" was all you managed to get out of your lips after trying to mimic JJ's breath.
But you couldn't believe him. Not when he seemed so scared and your body hurts like hell.
Not when you could feel the life draining out of you.
John B was standing at the same spot he tried to reach for you, watching the scene of his two friends on the floor until he remembered who did that. His eyes found Rafe sitting on the sand, hands pulling his hair back as he stared at you with bloodshot eyes.
And he charged for Rafe. His fist colliding agaisn't the kook's face punch after punch without mercy and to his surprise, Rafe didn't fight back.
Pope came back running to warn that help was on the way and end up having to separate John B from a bloodied Rafe Cameron.
"Y/N doesn't need this right now, man!" He screamed, holding John B's shoulder to make him wake up. "Help JJ press her wound while the ambulance is on the way, okay?"
John B nodded and took a deep breath, knowing that if he went there crying too you'd lose it. He wiped the tears before he kneeled on your side, opposite JJ. He took the bandana from his neck, nodding at JJ to let go for a second before pressing it against your wound.
The corner of your vision was black and you couldn’t even notice John B approaching you, only JJ staring with wide blue eyes at someone, nor feel the extra pressure on your stomach. You couldn’t feel anything above your waist actually, only the tingling creeping into every part of your body.
“How long until they arrive, Pope?!” JJ shouted when Pope came back to help, eyes glancing at his lover laying on the ground.
“The ambulance is on Figure 8, they’re going to take at least.. 10 minutes.” Pope quickly got rid of his button shirt, noticing the other flannel was already tinted with the red of your blood. That wasn’t good.
You were growing pale and colder by each minute, your head feeling heavy as you fight your eyes to stay open, just as JJ keep repeating to you.
You weren’t stupid. Never in your life, you’ve felt such pain and emptiness like this. This was the end and you knew it.
And if you were going to go, you wanted him to know that you loved him. Loved him with all your heart.
“I.. love you... know that?” you forced a smile to your lips, hands raising to touch his tear-stained cheeks as he shook his head.
“I love you too, princess.” he forced a smile to his lips, and in a careless thought he caressed your face with bloodied fingers.
JJ wanted the colour back on your face and the light in your eyes that he loved so much. He wanted life back in you. To see that beautiful smile on your tinted lips. And in desperation, he found himself praying for a God he wasn’t sure even existed but if He did, then God had to save his girl.
He couldn’t lose her.
It was selfish of him to beg you to hold on as he couldn’t even imagine the pain you were going to but JJ needed you. In such a short amount of time, you had brought a ray of good and happiness to his life that he once thought was possible.
Your eyes didn’t seem to be by your side as they were getting heavier and heavier, almost impossible to keep them open and JJ noticed that. He notice when a blink took away too long and his heart almost stopped.
“No. Don’t do that to me” his voice was stern and fuck, he was mad at you. Mad at himself for bringing you to the boneyard, for not leaving earlier.
One different move and the shot would be on him.
One different decision and he could have saved your life.
And as if you could read his thought, your beautiful y/e/c opened, having a hard time focusing on an almost blurred JJ, but you did it.
If this was your last moment, you wanted to go with the image of JJ Maybank carved in your mind.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Jay” it was rough to speak and it alone made you cough, the action only scratching your throat as you could feel the bitter taste of blood.
Pope and John B looked away at the sign of the red liquid dripping from your lips, unable to keep their eyes on the scene for a second longer as they couldn’t hold back his tear anymore. Their best friend was dying and there was nothing they could do. Didn’t matter how they were so focused on pressing the wound... you were slipping away right under their fingers.
John B wanted to beat himself for not being fast enough. He could have pulled you away. He should have protected you, just like you protected him when the cops were coming after him.
But he failed you.
“No. No. No” JJ wiped the blood from your face. “It’s alright. Shit! You’re okay, Y/n.”
No, you weren’t.
With no warning your eyes blinked heavily again and JJ kept looking at your face as he waited for them to open but it was taking to look.
He called your name over and over again but they wouldn’t open.
“Don’t you fucking do this to me, Y/N!” he shouted, shaking your body to get any reaction but it was hung. “Princess... Don’t... Don’t do this, please.”
JJ let his head fall to your chest and the sobs couldn’t be held back when there was no sound of your heart beating, of that sound that never failed to lool him to sleep.
“Come back to me... Come back to me, please!”
The high-pitched sound could be heard before the red lights were seen and the boys couldn’t decide if they were somehow relieved. They had a chance to get you back or were mad because, maybe, they arrived too late.
Rafe walked away when the ambulance arrived, with no direction to go as his mind was a mess. The scene repeats itself in his mind over and over. All the blood. He did that. As he watched his hand, seeing the blood on them even though the tears were the only thing that stained them.
Rafe Cameron killed the only good thing in his life.
“You have to step away, sir.” the paramedic asked again, putting a hand on JJ’s arm to try to get him to pull away from your body and JJ did getting inside the ambulance before they could even notice.
The time seems to almost stop when they good you inside the emergency room, doctors walking back and forth but none could answer his question.
Did you make it? Will you come back to him?
The other pogues were waiting, John B had JJ wrapped in a hug as he tried to get him to stop crying but John B couldn’t even stop his own tears and Pope stayed back at home with Kie to try to calm her down while they waited for any news.
They couldn’t tell how long had passed before the doctor walked to the waiting room, asking for Y/N’s family as your parents got up and JJ freed himself from his friend’s arm, keeping a distance between himself and your parents.
“I’m sorry but she didn’t make it.”
JJ step back and John B our an arm around him as if he sensed his friend was about to fall, not even listening to the man in white anymore.
“Her pulse was gone when the paramedics arrived and they brought her back... The cirurgy was a lot for her as the shot caused her to lost too much blood.”
JJ could hear the sobs of your mother as your father tried to hold back his own, wrapping the woman in a hug. He looks down at his clothes and hands, your blood still on them.
You were going and so was a part of him.
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normatural · 1 year
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Hello, babies. I’m trying to put my life on track before focusing on writing again so I can feel less pressure and guilty about it. Hope y’all have an amazing 2023!
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normatural · 1 year
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in this new year I want you to be alright. I hope you move out. I hope you have enough money to feel safe. I hope you abandon shame and forgive yourself. I hope you get enough sleep and some good news. I hope you laugh a lot and the heaviness of the world eases a bit. I wish you to be alright.
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Hey there Gi! 😊
Just wanted to send my little message out now before the time differences get all wonky.
I hope that 2023 is everything that you hope it will be and that things will go your way!
I’m so happy that I met you on here, and these friendships that I have created were one of the best things that happened to me this year. I can only hope that you had something happen to you this year that makes you feel the same.
Sending much love and good vibes your way! 💕
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Hey there, my love! It’s been a while and I can only hope things has gotten even better since we last chatted!
I’m also so happy to have meet you, sunshine – always spreading kindness and being a sweetheart!
I wish you a year of amazing, beautiful and great things for you (and let’s hope we can stay even more in touch with each other). Thank you for all the amazing support xx
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I love it! Keep up with the great work. Can’t wait to read more amazing pieces!
| alone time |
pairing: twc mason x sammy rivers (oc)
author's note: I wanted to write some cute moment between my detective Sammy and Mason for a while and I finally had the courage to write lol. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes! It's been a while since I write something too, i hope you enjoy it
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I look at the time, noticing it’s been thirty minutes since Felix said he was going to make some popcorn. I arch a brow with a chuckle when I notice that Ava and Nat are also gone. Really? They armed that up? Why am I not surprised? Okay, maybe a little because Ava actually went with it… She’s always against leaving me and Mason alone on the warehouse because of… some incidents.
I feel my heart beating a little faster with the thought. Me and Mason. Alone. God, finally.
“I don’t think Felix will come back with that popcorn anytime soon.”
He lets out a low chuckle, his finger playing with the strap of my shirt. I bite my lip, my body heating with just a slighty touch. And that’s just a glimpse of the effect he has on me.
“Trust me, the last thing that’s on my mind right now is popcorn, sweetheart.” Mason places a slow, tempting kiss on my neck. I sigh. “Are you sure you wanna keep watching that movie?”
I turn around to look at him with a smirk, running my thumb on his bottom lip before kissing his, his hands travelling down the side of my body, his touch sending eletric sparks through my skin. The time stops, we savor every second it, nothing else matters besides him and me. Us.
We pull away for air, our gazes meeting, the way he’s looking at me making me smile, my gaze softening.
“There’s something I want to give you first.” He puts a strand of hair behind my ear, biting his lip. Is he… nervous? “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
"Alright..." I arch my brow before doing as he said. "Is this like... a kinky thing?'
"No, but we can always get to that part later." He laughs softly and I feel him taking my hand, putting something metalic on it, feels like some type of chain...? "Open."
"Mason!" I look at it, my eyes widening in surprise when I see what it is. A locket necklace. I smile, opening the little heart to see a photo of us inside, my heart melting. "It's beautiful, I... Thank you. Can you help me put it?"
I turn around, lifting my hair up.
"You should thank Nat for this, not me." He says, placing a kiss on the nape of my neck. "You seemed so upset you lost this photo and when I found it, Nat gave me the idea to put it a locket but asking some private time so we could... relax a little was my idea, though."
I chuckle. "Aren't you such a romantic?"
''Anything for you, sweetheart."
"WelI, i'll thank her..." I turn around, smiling and biting my lip next. "But first... I need to thank you on a very special way."
He smirks.
"Oh, I'm very keen on that idea."
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normatural · 1 year
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I’m afraid I’ll have to kidnap you and force you to write more if you ever grow tired of this serie lol
Too Spicy
“Dad Will” Masterlist
A/N: Okay so I got inspired to write some Christmas stuff and it's been a while since I've written something for this universe. I didn't give this family Halloween or Thanksgiving so they have Christmas, although this is more about Will and his wife. Lucy does make a little appearance. This is for this week's Writer Wednesday.
Word Count: 737
Pairing: Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Dad!Will x Wife F! Reader
Plot: There may be one thing Will loves more than his family.
Contains: Christmass-y stuff, banter, a little flirting, humor
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You and Will didn't really start your own holiday traditions until Lucy was born. When it was just the two of you, it was mostly spent with your families and friends, but now that you have a unit of your own, you both wanted to create something magical for Lucy.
She had a full day of decorating the house and the Christmas tree as well as making cookies while Christmas classics played. Frosting and decorating the cookies quickly became one of her favorite Christmas activities. She also got to put her own designs on her stocking and let’s just say Will banned glitter from ever entering the house again.
Lucy asked about the missing presents, but you told her that Santa is going to leave them under the tree the night before Christmas. They're actually currently hiding in your bedroom closet, unwrapped.
While you're finishing cleaning the mess made from the baking and decorating, Will gets a quiet moment to himself to enjoy his own treat in the comfort of his recliner while watching over Lucy who is admiring the bright tall tree.
"Daddy, what'sth that?" Lucy points to the big slice of something on the plate he's eating off of.
"It's chocolate cheesecake. Nana made it."
"Can I have some?"
"You’re not gonna like it, sweetheart. It’s spicy,” he tells her, scrunching his face.
"But I wanna try it," she pleads.
"Baby, remember the candy cane you tried the other day?"
Lucy nods.
"Did you like it?"
"No," Lucy shakes her head.
"That was spicy, right? That's what this tastes like,” he says, pointing to the cake with his fork. “You want a cookie instead?"
"But they're for Thanta!"
"I'm sure Santa won't know one's missing," Will throws her a wink. "You can pick any you want, but only one."
"Okay, daddy!"
Lucy skips away to the kitchen to get a cookie, leaving Will alone to savor his mom's luscious, chocolatey sweet dessert she makes for him every Christmas season.
Will closes his eyes and moans as he spoons another bite into his mouth.
"Why did you tell Lucy that the cheesecake is spicy?"
His eyes spring open and he sees you eyeing him suspiciously as you stroll over to him.
"How about you mind your own business?" Will jests after he swallows his bite.
"It became my business when Lucy told me about daddy's spicy chocolate cheesecake," you laugh. "Are you being greedy? Santa's gonna put you on the naughty list," you joke.
"Come on, just let me enjoy this. I've been thinking about this ALL month. You know I look forward to this every year."
"Can I get some?" you ask, half sitting on the plush arm rest.
"If I wouldn't share it with our daughter, who you know I would give the whole world to, I sure as hell am not gonna share it with you," he declares before taking another bite.
"Fine, I'll just get my own," you tell him as you slide off the seat.
“Wait, wait!”
Will reaches out and quickly hooks a strong arm around your hips, pulling you back down, causing you to fall onto his lap.
“Fine, you can have a bite,” he offers as he licks the creamy chocolate off the corners of his lips.
“Oh you mean mostly the crust?” You laugh as you look down at his plate with one tiny piece left.
“Where’s Luce?” Will asks as he looks around.
“She‘s in the kitchen watching cartoons on her iPad while eating the biggest cookie she could find because daddy said it was okay to,” you reply.
“Listen,” he starts quietly. “After we put Lucy to bed tonight, why don’t we have some drinks while we wrap the presents and you know, start the Christmas celebration a little early?” he suggests, winking as he squeezes your hip.
"Just you and me in front of the fireplace..." He starts nibbling on your shoulder.
“I’d like to celebrate with cheesecake,” you add.
“OR," he pauses for dramatic effect. "We can make our own cheesecake or any cake--"
“Oh my god, you ate the whole thing already, didn’t you?” Your jaw drops.
“No, of course not. There’s still this piece—“ He points to the leftover piece on his plate.
"Will, you have a problem," you shake your head chuckling and push yourself off his lap to walk away.
"Yeah, I do. I don't have any more cheesecake!"
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normatural · 1 year
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I have some many drafts and ideas I’d like to write but writer’s block is truly getting the best out of me, unfortunately.
If anyone has any tips, please, share them with me <3
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normatural · 1 year
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“Essa conversa de que a pessoa só da valor quando perde não é verdadeira. Cada um sabe exatamente o que tem ao seu lado. O problema é ninguém acredita que um dia vai perder.”
— Clarice Lispector
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