Anything for You
Thomas Shelby x reader
Attention Mentions: Blood. Inuendo to fighting.
What's gonna happen if someone tries Mr. Shelby's Queen? Mr. Shelby's Wife?
Well, Devil help them all?
Cringing at the ridiculous faces that the man has been making toward his wife all night, urges him to ask; “Do you want to fuck my wife, Mr. Oz?” Mr.Oz’s attention is now fully on Thomas for what seems like the first time tonight. Annoyed and bored with the stunned facial expression Mr.Oz is wearing, Thomas grows impatient. “I asked you a question, Mr.Oz. Do you. Want to, fuck. My. wife?”
Quick to get an answer out, he stammers on his words. “N-no, Of course not Mr.Shelby. I’m sorry.” he says. Silent pleas under his words, his hands in a prayer hold.
She can’t help but to wonder, if this man is ok in the head. He comes in here, looks at me all kinds ‘a ways. And wants to apologize when he gets caught??? He knows this man can be crazy and he’s shown him multiple times before. It might not have been directed toward him but he’s seen what Thomas is capable of nonetheless.
“You apologizing for not wanting my wife, huh?” Thomas asks with a chuckle. His hand embracing the glass of Scotch that’s only been sipped once. His fingers gently stroking up and down the glass. Feeling like she’s seen and heard enough; before this turns into a bloodbath- she walks up to Thomas and gifts him with a kiss on the cheek. His hand almost instantly directs to holding her elbow, looking at her wondering what that was for.
“Let it go,” she whispers. “He doesn’t seem too smart. If you don’t, I’m sure someone else is gonna take care of him. Let’s go,” she says.
“Alright,” he replies lowly and a bit gravelly.
“Go ahead, I’ll catch up.” he says, taking a sip of his drink then placing it back down. “Alright,” she says, heading back to where she was sitting, collecting her things. On her way out, Thomas looks at John and jerks his head to her direction.
Catching his silent ordain, he catches up with his sister-in-law. Starting up a conversation with her-he asks; “You alright?”
Nodding and responding with “Yeah, that asshole was being a creep though.” she looks over at him. Who happens to be..smirking?
“What’s that?” she asks, pointing at him a little as they continue walking. “What?” he asks, looking a little amused. “That- that smile. What is that?” she finishes.
Wait a minute.
Stopping her walking, causing him to do the same, he stands before her. “What does that smile really mean?” she asks with purpose to her tone.
“Nothing. Just that, I know what Thomas is gonna do in there.” he answers. With one of his feet hovering above the ground like he’s contemplating on if he should keep walking or not.
Noticing this, she looks him up and down curiously, then continues to walk.
Not missing a beat he’s walking beside her again. “What’s he gonna do?” she asks already having an obvious answer in mind. John snickers putting his hands in his pockets and responding with; “Fuck him up,” Glancing at her to see her reaction, he see barely has one. Only her eyebrows raising and falling back down again. His eyes unconsciously cascade down to her jacket hanging on her forearm, reaching his hand out in front of her. She gives her jacket to him. Once they reach the double doors, she knows better to stay behind and let the men open the door.
~FlashBack~
Upon stepping onto their estate for the first time, she can’t help but to admire the beautiful giant of a home. After being introduced to everyone outside, they gather before going inside. Her head slightly hanging back to get a closer look at the home before her, she can’t help but get excited wondering what the inside looks like. Snapping back to reality, she notices everyone either looking at her, or waiting for her or both. Some would argue that Aunt Pol already looks to be admired by her already.
“Oh, sor-” she begins, but is cut off by Pol.
“Oh don’t worry about that sweets. I still do that sometimes,” she says grinning and reaching for her hand. Showing her to the front door, she points at small details around the doors. Her eyes getting big looking at the intricate designs only fuels her excitement. “Gorgeous,” she says under her breath. Straightening back up as she figures everyone’s ready to go in the house, she steps besides Pol. Three footsteps later and Thomas is in front of the door, glancing at her he asks; “Ready?”
A breathy “Yes,” flowing through her lips, Thomas unexpectedly takes a step back. His left hand outstretched to the door guiding her.
Questionably, she stands in front of the door. Looking back at Thomas, his arms folded behind his back. Not wanting to sound stupid but not wanting to look clueless either, she asks; “What am I supposed to do?” Thomas leans on his toes for a moment then back on his heels. “You don't..open doors?” he interprets.
Not skipping a single beat, she responds; “Not when there’s capable men around, no.”
Not realizing that she just definitely passed a test that the family put together before meeting her. Aunt Pol smiling and trying to stop a burst of laughter. The rest of the ladies are either grinning or cheering for her in their head. John and Aruther look at one another grinning. Thomas brushes a gentle smile on his face as he opens the door. Opening the door for her then stepping aside, he offers her the first steps in the house. Her eyes shimmering as she notices the beautiful chandelier. The smell of liquor and fresh flowers in the room. Along with a hint of cigar smoke that surprisingly doesn’t smell bad or heavy.
Looking below her feet at the pretty carpet, she can’t help but ask “Is the carpet new?”
Aunt Pol jumps on her question with “No, just be adamant about having a clean house, everything’ll look new” she says. Rubbing the small of her back comfortingly. A smile flashed at her, she can’t help but smile sweetly back at her. Leaning in Aunt Pol’s touch gives them both a heart flutter. Pol is glad she can make her new family member- to-be comfortable.
Happy that all she did was greet the family and she can tell she already has someone with an honest heart there. She feels homey in their house.
~Present Time~
Making it through the two ‘entrances, John leads her to the car. Opening the door for her to get in. Getting in the passenger’s seat, he looks back to ensure she’s comfortable. Looking back ahead of him, it doesn’t take 11 seconds to see Thomas strutting on his way out. Looking a little different and almost sweaty.
Getting in the car beside her, he looks over her and asks carefully this time, as his eyes hold hers. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Yes, he’s just weird,” she explains. Looking ahead, chuckling and saying to himself; “he won’t be weird anymore.” She asks “What?” thinking he was talking to her.
“Oh, nothing. You just won’t have to worry about him again.” he says looking back at her. John's shoulders move up and down, the evidence of him stifling his laugh, she laughs a little too. “What?” Thomas asks fighting not to look back at her. But she just looks so damn good, he thinks. “Nothing, I just knew you were gonna do something,” she replies. “For you,” he says smoothly. Not noticing what he said until after the fact, so he opts to continue looking straight ahead. Hoping that embarrassment doesn’t creep up on him. She’s not allowed to think of what he just said as Aruther enters the car. Taking the seat next to her, she sees faint red stains on his knuckles, that seemed to be rinsed off. Looking over at Thomas’s hand, she can almost hardly see anything as one hand is over the other. Narrowing her eyes for a better view- she sees it.
Looking ahead as the car takes off, she thinks of how she has a husband (whether he's arranged or not) who has no problem stepping on men for her or stepping up for her. Proud she has a man that will protect her and the respect she deserves. She can't help but smile- but what's she smiling at the most? You wonder.
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i so badly want one of those fic examinations of steve's relationship with joyce and hopper but solely through eddie's pov like hear me out
steve and eddie chat a lot in the upside down (and later in the hospital, when they learn hop is alive). steve has taken charge of filling eddie in on the rest of their of-age crew without the kids butting in. he never mentions his own parents, but he talks about the rest of the party's a lot, especially joyce and hopper. eddie knows what it's like to desperately want someone to be your parent and trying to hide it from his own childhood, when he would try to be cool about wayne dropping him off at his dad's house. steve obviously adores joyce and hopper, thinks the world of them and legitimately looks up to them.
eddie isn't sure what he expects from a cop who came back to life and the world's most determined housewife, but he's excited to meet them as someone steve loves.
cue eddie's horror when he realizes that neither of them really feel much for steve rather than annoyance and vague distrust. that joyce trusts will with eddie, an accused murderer, in a heartbeat and still hesitates to leave him with steve. that hopper brushes off every ounce of steve's hero worship and joy.
he tries to broach the topic with steve, gently, and is heartbroken when steve genuinely has no idea what he's talking about. and not because he's oblivious, but because steve thinks that's what he deserves. he thinks that's the parental love that someone who was an asshole in high school needs, because that's what would make him a good person. he needs people to call him out constantly, obviously, because why else would they keep doing it? why would nancy? at least they're here. at least they're not ignoring him. at least they're not forcing him into a box. they just want him to be better.
like, this is the man who thanked a girl for calling him bullshit and telling him she never loved him. he doesn't Know that's not how you're supposed to handle things. no one ever taught him that.
and now eddie's gotta figure out how he can teach steve how to be loved the right way without outing himself and his huge crush on his love-starved dork of a friend.
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have been toying with the idea of an au wherein shen jiu, after burning down the qiu household and running away, comes across xie lian rather than wu yanzi poaching him immediately afterwards:
i'd imagine in this verse he runs away to town rather than immediately being found in the aftermath of what he's done. at this point, shen jiu would be too paranoid to consider reaching out for directions to cang qiong mountain even if he wanted to make it there: what if they knew what he did? or figured it out if he did know? (if he even had the mind to think of these things through his panic)
he doesn't want to end up begging on the streets again, though—too alike his childhood and last time he was in that position, shen jiu ended up with the qius in the first place
so he takes refuge in temples that he comes across, stealing food when he can before moving to a different part of the rather large town he's ended up in so there's no clear pattern of when he shows up at whichever food stall
despite not holding that same respect and unwavering belief in gods (how could he, after everything he's gone through? shouldn't they have stepped in, sometime? what god would let him suffer as he did, separating him from the only person he loved?) he knows better than to try them, and begrudgingly thanks them for the shelter (because this he did appreciate, at the very least, if nothing else)
winter hits hard when it does, and shen jiu, after spending so many years in the qiu household, forgot how the cold seeps into your skin and bones without solid walls to keep out the frigid breeze.
he quickly falls ill with nothing to protect him from the elements but his threadbare clothing, and when he grows ill, he becomes slow. shen jiu nearly gets caught stealing, running away before he can be dragged to a town guard for his offence, but earning himself a nasty wound to his leg as he retreated
sickness + the cold + the wound leave him weak and wanting: missing qi-ge, reminiscing on nights where they'd curl up together for warmth, still cold but not alone, the two of them steady against the storm that raged on ahead of them
fever-ridden and teetering close to death, shen jiu wanders into a temple late at night and sinks to his knees, falling to his side, heart-rate slowing. in his delirium, he misses the figure taking shelter from the storm in the corner, watching him
shen jiu wakes up (he doesn't expect to), warm while he hears the wind whistle. he's still in that temple from earlier, but it's considerably... cozier. a small fire warms the inside and his clothes aren't as damp against his cold skin. his fever's broken, too—he doesn't know how long it's been, but he's glad he didn't die: never realized that he wanted to live until he was close to forfeiting his right to
here is where he meets his accidental saviour: xie lian stood over a slowly bubbling pot of stew that smells heavenly to shen jiu—he'd eat just about anything at this point, starved
his immediate distrust of xie lian stops him from being truly excited about his appearance
their relationship is veryyy shaky at the very beginning: shen jiu refuses to trust him and xie lian refuses to abandon this strange child he found on the verge of death
(there's a strange sort of bond built up when you nurse someone back to life, dragging them away from the brink of death and xie lian isn't interested, but he's curious about this kid who stumbled into his temple at the dead of night on a midnight in winter)
shen jiu's torn between distrust and this desire for company he didn't know he possessed; after being alone with no one but the qiu household [before he went on his massacre] he didn't realized how much he wanted to share space with someone who wasn't actively hurting him until he was afforded the opportunity to experience non-violent company with xie lian
his distrust slowly declines when he finds out that xie lian is a cultivator. despite being arguably too old to learn cultivation to the fullest extent he could have if he started a few years earlier, he still desperately wants to learn
xie lian, perceptive as ever, slowly starts teaching him bits and pieces of the basics, teaches him to meditate, takes care to keep his distance when it looks like shen jiu's getting overwhelmed
shen jiu can't help but get attached. he hates it
shen jiu decides to test xie lian before resigning himself to this
he was snappy, impatient, and argued with xie lian, when he came over, one day, waiting for some form of punishment to come, bristling like a spooked cat.
nothing came of his experiment but a slight frown from xie lian, which made shen jiu feel almost bad—xie lian almost reminded him of qi-ge, which made him feel doubly bad because he desperately wants to find him
shen jiu came to xie lian the next day with a pastry [that he stole] as an apology. and a request:
"teach me how to cultivate so i can be a disciple at the cang qiong sect"
xie lian agrees easily enough: he's been around shen jiu to see that despite the late start, he has potential to be great [especially untouched by wu yanzi and his twisted form of cultivation]
shen jiu throws himself into his studies, working himself to the bone
xie lian is concerned by this and after trying to soften the load of his work doesn't make shen jiu slow down, he becomes stern: warns him against trying to chase too much frivolously
this leads to a breakdown of sorts—where shen jiu gets angry, dismissive, before becoming upset. the average emotional depth of a teenager but, like, 4 times worse because of the circumstances
xie lian coaxes the story out of shen jiu here; qi-ge [the first time he's mentioned aloud by name], the qiu household [only the barest of details. shen jiu refuses to dwell], and the night shen jiu made qi-ge leave, as well as qi-ge's promise to come back
shen jiu finishes by telling xie lian he needs to make it back to qi-ge, needs to see if he's still alive, he's been selfish for sticking around as long
shen jiu tells xie lian that he needs to figure out as much as he can, as fast as he can, so he can leave and make his way to cang qiong mountain with some sort of base knowledge to make it in. and that he's not sorry for pushing himself because he doesn't have time
xie lian is quiet for a while
puts a comforting hand on shen jiu's shoulder and tells him he understands; he knows someone who would do anything to make it back to the one they loved, understands the pain that comes when time and distance separates the two
however, xie lian tells him, he can't let shen jiu push himself. he'll only stunt his progress by hurting himself rather than speed things up
shen jiu is ready to argue again before xie lian offers to make the trip with him
shen jiu doesn't believe it at first—who would bother with helping him for this long if they weren't getting anything out of it? he already found this hard to believe, let alone the fact that xie lian would drop everything to travel with him for weeks on end
xie lian doesn't shake in his resolve, though. shen jiu figures out he's being serious and wants to argue, but he's just—relieved
so many people have stood as roadblocks on his path back to qi-ge; xie lian might be the first person actively trying to help them
it almost reignites hope in him; someone other than him believes in them. someone other than shen jiu thinks they'll make it back to each other and succeed in reuniting. xie lian's faith in him is like a gust of wind beneath his wings
he agrees to their road trip
[xie lian makes sure to tell his beloved he'll be away for a while]
[shen jiu doesn't notice that xie lian buys steamed buns off the same stranger in nearly every town they stop by for a night of rest in the following few weeks]
[xie lian notices, years later, when shen qingqiu doesn't recognize him upon their first meeting in decades. shen yuan doesn't know xie lian, but xie lian knows this isn't shen jiu, anymore]
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SWEET DREAMS
Steve, (readers brother) is the only home at the time she has a nightmare. How does Bucky hold up when he sees her state.
Bucky’s met with his best friend consoling his girlfriend. He rushes over to them drowning Steve in questions. “What’s wrong? Is she okay?” Bucky asks, looking once between Steve and her.
“She should be calm by now, but she had a scary dream,” he explains. Bucky sighs to himself, a little sad that he wasn’t there to comfort her. But happy that her brother is there for her, Steve is the only person he’d entirely trust with her with everything.
Steve leans her to Bucky as Bucky accepts her into his arms. She stirs a little in her sleep but wakes up as she recognizes the smell of Bucky.
Seeing her open eyes, he shh’s her to lull her back into her sleep. Rocking her gently. Steve feels appreciation and happiness that his sister is taken care of. By not only anyone but his best friend. Steve silently walks from the couch over to the fridge. Sitting a water bottle on the counter, he silently bids Bucky a ‘see ya later and ‘call me before leaving.
Bucky points his attention back on his girlfriend. Sitting slowly on the sofa and keeping her in his arms, he kisses the top of her forehead and whispers to her that she’s okay. She’s safe, she’s protected. She’s loved and she’s healthy. Unstoppable, strong and smart. He doesn’t stop until his truths have lulled her back into a sleep. And hopefully a good one.
One more kiss to her forehead and she smiles in her sleep. Leaving him thinking about how grateful he is for her and how he can’t wait to marry her.
Wait, MARRY?!!
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